#I'm taking this grudge to the grave baby

[jumpscaregoose]

absolutely hilarious turn of events the cozmez vs gokuluck drama cd is coming out almost exactly one week after the one year anniversary of me Becoming Like This

[bangchansgirlsblog]

My Biggest Regret

Part four:

**

"Y/n pass me the tomatoes please,"

Chan's mum and Y/n had started cooking a big meal for the boys. It was currently 5 in the evening and Chan's dad had gone to pick up the boys from the airport leaving Hannah, Y/n and his mum cooking in a hot kitchen for 9 men. 9 grown men meant a lot of meat, a lot of bread and a lot of food in general.

"Here you go auntie," she passed the tomatoes and started on the dessert. Chan's favorite cheesecake. She hadn’t cooked it in a while but she knew she could, after all she made sure to in-grave the steps in her brain just incase Chan had ever asked her to make it for him.

"Mum I don't know why we're cooking so much for him!" This was the 50th time that evening that Hannah was complaining, "there just going to finish all this in 10 minutes!"

"Aish!" She smacked Hannah’s arm lightly causing Y/n to smile at the two and giggle, "all you've done is complain since morning! Be like Y/n and actually help," Hannah rolled her eyes and walked over to the oven to check on whatever was inside there.

"Y/nnie, my love, maybe go rest a little bit? You've been on your feet for a few hours,"

"It's okay auntie, we're almost done anyway so don't worry about it," Y/n assured Mama Bhang.

"Okay sweetie but aren't you so excited! Channie comes home!" She clapped her hands and spun a little.

"Yes I am excited, woah woah-" Y/n quickly grabbed the spoon that was about to hit the ground and handed it back to her.

"We must celebrate today don't you think?" The older lady stood by the stove and stirred one of the broths that were cooking, "how about some wine?"

"Mum, where shall I put this?" Hannah was holding a tray and it looked very hot. She was sweating a little too just like the rest of them.

"Just put it by the counter and start plating everything baby," she instructed the girl before turning back to a very concentrated Y/n, "so wine?"

"Yeah sure, I can go out and get some-"

"Oh! Don't be silly! You really thought I wouldn't have a stash of wine?" She teased and walked over to the caboards in the leaving room and walked back with two bottles in hand.

"Are we finishing both of them?" Y/n asked in shock looking at her elder grabbing three cups and setting them down.

"Oh sweetie! If we can, why not? We've been in the kitchen for hours! Don't we deserve this?" She poured and filled the glasses with wine and handed them out.

"Okay! I'm almost done with the sauce, I'm moving the hotpot onto the dining table, you two finish dishing up plates and start bringing them out,"

"Okay Mum, what about the ice cream? Should we put them in the coolers?"

"No, just feel the coolers with ice," she instructed Hannah before leaving the two in the kitchen.

"I've never seen her this happy before," Y/n giggled and started to stack the foods on the plates.

"Same to be honest, I don't think she was even this happy when I graduated," Hannah rolled her eyes and took a sip of her wine.

"Oh! Don't say that Hannah, you know we were all so excited," Y/n had attended the graduation and made sure to take a lot of pictures cause she was proud and she wanted to make an album of memories to give to Chan when he came back. She had stacked a lot of pictures of things he had missed including birthdays, graduations (including hers) and just casual dinners and parties. The book was thick and she couldn't wait to hand it to the boy.

"I just don't under why-"

"Hannah you can't have this grudge with your brother, I was also in pain and I was hurt but you can't keep holding onto the grudge, his on his way home right now, you should be celebrating. Don't ruin it by being angry! Let him get home and after dinner you can talk to him about it okay?"

"Ugh I hate it when you're right," Hannah rolled her eyes. They both took another sip from their glasses and finished up setting the dining table.

The balcony door was open revealing the hot grill outside waiting for Chan's dad to put the steak's on the grill.

It was around 6:30. The glasses of wine were empty and now filled again. They were all washing up the dishes and cleaning up the house because Mama Bhang had recieved a text saying they were pulling up in the drive way.

Y/n's stomach started to churn, she couldn't believe. Chan was here. Chan was finally here. The glass in her hand was suddenly empty again. She had chugged it down.

"Okay should we go take a shower now?" Hannah asked as she finished wiping the table. Her mum was laying blankets on the couch incase anyone was going to sleep on it and she put out a few snacks on the table for the boys.

"Yeah let's go," Y/n agreed and headed to Hannah's room. She closed the door behind them and Hannah poured another glass for Y/n.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Y/n asked already tipsy. They both giggled as Hannah nodded her head.

"If we're going to do this, let's atleast do it drunk?" She justified, well questioned.

"You're so silly!" Y/n chuckled and grabbed her towel to head into the bathroom.

Her head was spinning a little but she couldn't help but overthink everything. She couldn't contain her emotions. She couldn't explain how she felt. She could just simple day she was happy but that couldn't explain all of her emotions. She wanted answers from Chan. Why did he disappear? Did he still love her? Because she made sure to keep herself pure for him. She made sure to keep herself innocent for him because he had promised to be her first in everything.

"Y/n! Hurry up girl!" The knock on the door causes her to jump out of her trance and quickly get out of the bathroom. Hannah was sat on the bed scrolling through her socials.

“Okay I’m done,” she said while rolling her eyes playfully.

"Finally! I thought you passed out or something," Y/n put down her toilet bag and get dressed as Hannah was taking her shower.

She had decided to wear a cute blue body hugging dress that she had gotten from skims with a white and blue cardigan.

She then went on to put on some perfume and do a little bit of makeup. Her hair was then slicked back into a pony tail.

When Hannah was done she also wore something similar to Y/n's but hers was in red and she let her hair fall since it wasn't long enough to be put up.

They decided to take a few selfies and pictures since they both could agree they looked really cute and wifey material.

"Girls?! There here!" They hear Chan's mum yell throught he house. The two got up and finished the wine in their glasses and made their way downstairs.

"Oh my girls! You both look so beautiful," she cooed at the sight of both of them.

"Thank you mum! Now where are they?" Hannah was impatient, she wanted to see her brother and his friends.

The door handle wiggled and then opened revealing her dad and a bunch of people behind him.

"Geuss who's home," his voice boomed throughout the whole house.

"Move!" His mum run past his dad and jumped into Chan's arms. Her body trembled against his as she started to cry.

It was a beautiful sight and Hannah and Y/n couldn't help but tear up a little.

"Oh my baby Boy! I missed you so much. This can't be real," she cried in his arms as Chan allowed her too.

"Hey Mum, I missed you so much," he wouldn't admit it but tears dropped from his eyes aswell. He did miss his mum with everything in him.

"Well since those two are busy," Chan's dad cleared his throat while chuckling, "girls these are the guys, introduce yourselves," he encourages the two girls that stood behind the couches.

"Hey, I'm Hannah, Hannah Bhang. His little sister and this is Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n. She's a family friend." Hannah smiled and waved. Y/n waved too, since she wasn't used to being people around her age she looked terrified but in all honesty she was just shy.

"Nice to meet you finally! I'm leeknow," he walked over to them to shake their hand. "That's Changbin, Han, Felix, Hyunjin, Seungmin and I.N," he points at the different guys. They both smiled and waved at each of them. Y/n was trying so hard to remember all their names.

The blonde guy caught her eye though. Hyunjin was it? His was so pretty but what made her fall for him more was his soft plump lips.

"Welcome to Australia," Y/n finally said, "Make yourself at home." She smiled and lead them to sit down.

"Hey! hey! hey! I haven't met them yet!" Chan's mum said after she finally let go of Chan and dragged the boy into the house, they all chuckle and get up again to greet their elder. She made sure to give them hugs and kisses.

"Hannah!" A not so familiar voice called distracting them from the sight in-front of them. They both turn to Chan. "Are you not going to kiss your brother hello?" He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. His eyes automatically falling on Y/n.

He gasps and analyzes her figure, she was even more beautiful than he could remember. She looked so innocent and so grown up now.

The guilt started to eat away at him. It started to slowly creep up and it made his body heat up.

"Okay okay you're squeezing me to death!" Hannah was panting and trying to wiggle out of his strong grip.

"Woah," was all he could say. He almost even dropped his travel bag. "Y/n?"

"Hey Channie!" She smiled and waved at the boy who quite literally looked like he was about to pass out.

"Long time no see ehhh?"

**

[creepslayer7]

Tim: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, it's “intelligent” and “really cool”.

Tim: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

Bruce: Real life should have a f***ing search function, or something.

Bruce: I need my socks.

Jason: You seem familiar... have I threatened you before?

Danny, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

Danny or Jason: I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.

Jason: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

Tim: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

Baby Jason: Did you just call me a shrimp, you a**hole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

Jason: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

Tim to Damien: Could you maybe just like… stab me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

Danny: Yum, thanks!

Kidnapper: *puts more tape over their mouth* I said stop eating it.

Steph: I love sarcasm! It’s like punching people in the face, but with words!

Damien: I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a “I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences” kinda way.

Danny: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!

Tim: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.

Jason: Lol. Heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this.

Damien: What did you do Jason?

Jason: A Mistake.

Damien: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated!

Jason: Killed without hesitation.

*Tim is comforting Dick when Damien stayed the night at the Kent farm*

Tim: Stop crying because he's gone. Start smiling because Damien is someone else’s problem now.

Dick: Damien, when’s your birthday?

Damien: Why? So you can look up my natal chart? So you can figure out my weaknesses? So you can destroy me?

Dick: …So I know when to wish you a happy birthday.

Dick: Nice rock.

Jason: Thanks, Damien gave it to me.

Damien: I threw it at you!

Jason: Isn't he the sweetest?

Bruce: Where are your parents?

Random black hair, blue eyed child he found: What are parents?

Bruce: You're coming home with me.

Jason or Danny: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

Damien: I don't follow the rules. I follow dogs on social media.

Bruce : Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

Damien: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

Dick: Why aren't there friend pick up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like-

Dick, to Danny: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual.

Damien, to Jason : Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire.

Tim: There are two types of people.

Bruce: You three, explain right now!

Damien : It was Danny.

Tim: It was Danny.

Dick: It was Danny.

Danny:

Danny: …fuck.

Tim: Do you think I'm plastic?

Jason: No.

Tim: Phew. Oka-

Jason: Plastic, at least, has some use in life. You're not plastic.

Danny: Gatekeep, girlboss, and what's the other one again?

Damien : There isn't another one. You're crazy.

Danny: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

Danny: Damien is late again.

Jason: How did this happen? I called him at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.

Dick: I printed up a fake schedule for him saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.

Tim: I set his clock to say PM when it’s really AM.

Danny: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.

*Damien bursts through the door*

Damien : WHAT TIME IS IT?

Tim: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Okay well NOW I'm thinking of like. In the placate Dean hypothesis. Sam left a few weeks ago and John's badmouthing him a LOT and Dean is like. Quietly listening and absorbing, not able to say stop (he'd be ignored anyway) but also not able to nod along.

When John's in one of his better moods over beers, not talking about Sam at all, Dean manages to work up the courage to say "You do love him though, right? Sam?"

And John just looks at him, shocked and hurt. Of course he loves Sam. All the bad stuff he's ever fought off, every grave he's climbed into, that was for his family - for the family that was taken from him. He does it for Mary and for little baby Sam. It should be obvious. His revenge is his love.

John's not stupid. He knows Dean takes after him, but he likes Sam more. John had thought that was a strength of their little family, that his boys look out for each other first, but now it feels like a mistake.

"Like, it shows that he's smart, right?" Dean goes on, fiddling with the lip of his bottle with his thumb. John wishes he'd cut that shit out, but no matter how much he tells him, Dean can never sit still unless it's life or death. "It means we must have done something right with him."

"Getting an empty nest, son?" John jokes, and Dean laughs along and shrugs. "I didn't raise you to ask stupid questions. Sam's good. He's a smart kid, resourceful, independent. I talk a lot of shit, but he's always gonna be family. He's..." the only reason I'm alive, John can't quite get to come out of his mouth, so instead he repeats, "He's good."

Then, feeling good about how he handled things, he proposes a toast, "To Sam!"

"Sam," Dean agrees, all worries wiped off his face.

"The only son I have with half a brain."

Dean laughs again, because he always understands John, he's a good kid, then chugs down his the rest of his beer in one go. "So, can we go see him?"

John's good mood drops. Dean proves a disappointment, again. Sometimes he can convince John he's talking to an equal, and then he goes and says childish, naïve shit like this. Can we stay here another few days? Can we go to disney land? Can we visit mom's grave? It's not even purposely hurtful, is the thing. If it were, at least he could see Dean was thinking. The boy at least knows he's done something wrong, dropping his gaze and straightening his shoulders, hands going flat on the table. He always knows he's wrong, but it never seems to translate to learning anything.

"What did I say about stupid questions?"

"Sorry, sir."

"He left us, you remember that? Do I have to be the bad guy to you, too? I thought you understood what we're doing here. Isn't hunting those killers out there more important than school? More important than Sam's petty little grudge?"

Dean doesn't say anything, and John can see it now. Thinking back across the past few weeks, Dean has never once agreed that Sam's at fault, just stood there gormless and noncommital while John laid it all out. He thinks it's John's fault. He thinks John's a bad father, a bad person, selfish, callous, cruel, stupid, every hurtful word that came out of Sam's smart mouth. He always did take after John. Why shouldn't he think like him, too?

It's not fair. He's doing what he can. It's a harsh world out there, he needed to show them how harsh it can be, to prepare them. He needs backup. He needs loyalty.

His phone rings. He takes it outside, leaving Dean in his seat with a stern look. He doesn't want to see Dean's silent misery.

"This is John Winchester. Speak."

"Hello?" The voice on the other end is trembling, a child. John tenses. It's always bad when there's an innocent kid tangled up in their world.

John deliberately softens his voice, "Hey, it's okay little man. Can you tell me what's wrong? Are you hidden?"

"I, um," the kid says, sounding confused, like he's been asked to go off script, "No? I- my name is Adam Milligan. I think you're my...I think I'm you're son?"

--

John strides back into the diner after getting the kid's address, and grabs his coat. Dean perks up, nervously, like a dog who's just been kicked. Well, let him feel bad. He should feel bad, for what he thinks about his own father.

"I'm going to see Sam," John declares, the first excuse that came to mind, and Dean beams and starts gabbling.

"Awesome! I looked up in the phone book, there's a motel-"

"I'm going to see Sam," John cuts through, stern, gratified to see Dean's smile drop down a few notches, "You're going to find a case. We can't leave the world to fend for itself while we all go take a vacation. I'm just going to check on him. Make sure he's safe. No contact, understand? He made it quite clear that he doesn't want to see either one of us ever again."

Dean looks conflicted, so John sighs and leans paternally over his seat, one hand on the table and the other on the back of Dean's chair, to emphasise to Dean that he's parent, here, and to force Dean to look at him. He knows best, even if Dean can't see it yet.

John soothes his voice, like he did on the phone with Adam. He never thought he'd have to use his victim-voice on a fully grown Dean, but hey, that's parenting. "I get it, Dean. Sam hurt both of us. The kid can be cruel. What he did was selfish, leaving us behind like that. What's pushing ourselves on him gonna do, huh? Except rake up more hate?"

"Right," Dean says, weakly, then he shuts his eyes and opens them again, deliberate and sharp, the confident boy John recognises. "You're right. We should leave him out of it."

"Smart choice, Dean," John praises, and even ruffles his hair to make Dean fuss. "I'll call you after I've seen him. If you call before I do, I'm not picking up. Don't want Sam to hear my ringtone." And, don't want Adam to see Dean's name. He's learned his lesson, here. He let Sam and Dean get too close. This kid, he's going to keep pure, clean, out of the life.

This time, he's going to get a son he can be proud of.

I don't know if I've said it before but another thing that keeps haunting me is the fact that in the doomed plane episode in season 1, the guy who met John and Dean before says he knows who Sam is because John kept going on and on about how proud he was of his kid who got a full ride at Stanford. Like either it was geniune, and he was speaking proudly from the heart about his kid despite everything. Or it was to punish/placate Dean (with the subtext of 'unlike this son' or perhaps Dean had started to stick up for Sam - Dean was smiling throughout so I'm leaning towards the latter). Especially since the episode is one of the first Dean Is So Smart episodes. Or a mix of both perhaps. Or some other motive (to hide that he's got an abnormal family to a normie...?)

Just - how must it have felt for Sam to have spent YEARS thinking his dad hated everything he's ever accomplished to hear that. I don't have anything else to say about it it just keeps travelling across my brain.

[smut-angel]

I am on the last episode of the bear I have to wait to savour it but babe. Babe!

Imagine being with Carmy in New York, his one small piece of sanity when dealing with, ick in human form aka the chef guy from the flashback, and like your job, be it like a chef as well, or in my inner world it’s a world class pastry chef that met Carmy in the first restaurant he worked at before French laundry and Noma, anyway whatever it is,

Like you couldn’t leave New York because work contracts and it would be like a month or two before you get to move to Chicago and you of course are having a lil chef baby! Because dad Carmy is my brain rot. So bam like being four months visibly pregnant, because yes.

And just coming in during the absolute havoc that is episode 7. Screaming Camry, the walk out of Marcus and syd. Just my angst to fluff brain can’t take it.

Also Richie having no idea who the fuck you are because Carmy wouldn’t tell anyone, maybe sugar, like sugar got updates and like just assumed Richie knew but like they don’t talk unless they have to.

Add in you and Carmy got hitched in a courthouse in new York because fuck it. And like that would just

Richie: Carmy your fucking married?! Why did no one know about this?!

Everyone else in the restaurant, sugar, Pete and Cicero: oh we knew.

Richie: fucking Pete knew?!

And just. THIS SHOW IS MY NEW BRAIN ROT IN THE SAME WAY DAREDEVIL THEN PUNISHER THEN EDDIE MUNSON WAS.

Me being a whore for Jeremy Allen white has returned. Started with lip Gallagher and will never end

anon i loved every second of this!!! i could totally see carmen being lowkey about being married especially getting married in the courthouse like honestly i'm down for that because im not big on weddings. and richie would totally not let go of no one telling him that you guys are married. like he’s taking that grudge to the grave 😭

carmen would love the fact that you still want to help out in the restaurant but the fact that you’re pregnant makes him want you to stay home more.

“why would i be barefoot and pregnant at home when i can be barefoot and pregnant here?” you’d say to him while helping sydney prep.

“i wouldn’t go barefoot here, sweeps is still not great about mopping the floors,” sydney would reply.

“i don’t want you barefoot and pregnant anywhere. i just want you to rest.”

i think sugar would definitely come around more to check on you and be a good sister in law. she’d probably bring you the weird foods you’re craving and just have nice girl time with you that’s much needed.

[pandasized-crevice]

MY FRESH JUST WATCHED KINNPORSCHE EP13 THOUGHTS

oh this ep is full hour,i'm scared....

i got my bingo card lets see if I get anything

IMMEDIATELY SCREAMING

vegas calling pete sexy?(we been knew petes sexy)but to hear vegas say it

also pete doesn't have his bandages🤨

and he's holding petes hand i love that

be who you arrrrreeee

kinn take a good look at porsches face and tell me you believe he's okay😐

more hand holding🥰 i love hand holding🥰

yeah-thats a lie we hold grudges in this house🕴🏻

kinns so happy please🥺

PAPA WE CALL KORN PAPA NOW?!?!👁👁🫥

OOOOOOOH

you telling me vegas is watching a video so he can cook for pete

🚨SHIT ITS HIS DAD🚨

OOOOH TELL HIM VEGAS

WAIT DON'T

YALL SAW HOW HIS DAD FUCKING TURNED HIS RING TO SLAP VEGAS WHAT A WHORE😠

TELL US KINN WHAT SHOULD PORSCHE PUT IN HIS MOUTH😏😏😏

come on porsche tell him

DAMN YOU CHAN WE ALMOST GOT COMMUNICATION

Kinn i love you fr🫶

COME ON KINN YOU KNOW SOMETHING UP WITH HIM

pete my boy:(😭

im going to fucking cry PETE💔

pause: bible and build are so pretty

your life like this cuz your dads an asshole babe

NO STOP VEGAS

TANKHUN MY LOVE

TELL THEM BABE MAKE THEM SEE

NO PETE 🗣YOU WERE NEVER USELESS🗣

PETE NO WHAT THE FUCK GUYS😨

yall respect bible and build they are Acting their asses off rn thats TALENT🫅🫅

im so scared rn yall

OOH I SEE

OH SHIT

what is this girl.........

PAUSE: TANKHUN IK THIS IS A FUNERAL FIT BUT ITS GIVING 🫣😳

aw porsche rubbing kinns shoulder

tag yourself i'm pol crying

THE ATM BRO

PETE MADE IT BACK YES

arm and pol running away and porsche jumping on kinns back?i expect nothing less from those fools

porsche poking pete to see if he's real I love him

poor pete YALL SQUEEZING HIS WOUNDS GUYS

HIS BRUSIES STOP:(😭

pete still trying to smile💔he makes me so sad

hi kim

leave him alone kim

YUH BLOCK THAT MAN CHAY

rip the wik shrine☠️

STOP THE POLAROID

BRO HOW MANY DOES HE HAVE

time for kim to make a chay shrine

YEAH FUCK IT MEMORY CHAY

vegas crying,petes,crying,IM CRYING

porsche that was so fucking sus and obvious😐

don't just believe pete he’s going through it

AH HA kinn knows porsche isn't telling him something AND then this sus phone call? the misunderstandings are coming🕴🏻

aw tankhun loves pete he makes me soft

aw lord what's porsche doing

VEGAS?!

YES GET HIM PORSCHE👊👊👊

so he's asking vegas for help

OH HO VEGAS HAS SEEN PORSCHE'S MOM

porsche do not tell me you brought pete to vegas in exchange for info

porsche has been mafiaed yall🔫🔫

OH MY GOD

DAMN HEADBUTT

porsche wearing the suit jacket is throwing me off idk why

whom?

AYO THESE ARE PORSCHE'S PARENTS GRAVES

if kinn took them there to talk to porsches parents i WILL cry

welp im crying im SOBBING 😭😭😭

SHUT THE FUCK UP😦🚨😳 ITS THE POOL FUCKING SCENE NO WAY🚨

THE WAY I WAS GONNA PUT ON THE BINGO CARD POOL SCENE HAPPENS BUT I THOUGHT NAH NO WAY?!

IM NOT READY I NEED MY EARPHONES🏃🏃

YESSSSSSSSSSS KINN SAID I LOVE YOU TO PORSCHE🥰🙌 (which yes kinn has shown he loves porsche with his actions but him saying the 3 words to porsche is just chefs kiss😙)

porsche pinning kinns hands? 🥴girl BYE

deutache(correct spelling?idk her)bank we finally meet

porsche hun be careful don't fall outta the pool

SCREAMING but without...without the...🫠🫣

i love that they hug after 🫂❤️

porsche please you can trust kinn

shit yall SHIT

GODDAMN IT HE DID LEAVE

love you😊 bye

little baby chay hey girl

wait we taking chay?FOR WHY

this just makes it seem like they're running away😐

bro tankhun loves them he wants to go get them☹️❤️

HEY WHORE TELL US EVERYTHING😠🔫

FUCK THIS PORSCHE WITNESSED HIS PARENTS GET SHOT NOW HIS UNCLE?!

OH HE'S REMEMBERING YES

okay so korn & gun went to get porsche's mom but since she wouldn't leave/porsches dad was like fuck yall they killed them

SHIT IT'S KINN?

but why would he fucking shoot porsches uncle THAT MAKES NO SENSE WHO REALLY DID

PETE'S WITH KINN?!OH HO

H U H AHH PORSCHE WAIT WE NEED KORN TO TELL US THE TRUTH

SHE WAS YOUR W H A T😦🫥😧

AND I DIDNT EVEN GET A FUCKING BINGO DAMNIT

FUCK YALL THE FINALE IS GOING TO BE WILD IM READY YET TERRIFIED

[seven-am]

Survivors guilt and saccharine smiles

He had won. Grian survived 3rd Life, became the Victor. Why did it hurt so much then? Why was he apprehensive to return to Hermitcraft? (full story under cut)

He knew why. Because the others were there: Impulse, Cleo, Ren, Bdubs, Etho, Tango. Scar. Scar would be there. The man he killed to win would be there. He wasn't sure if he was ready. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be ready.

Unfortunately for him, it wasn't his choice. The server Being closed the server. His last glimpses of the server as it swirled out and he returned to Hermitcraft was of Pizza's grave and the Red Desert where so many people died. He was ready!

Server hopping always made him nauseous, so perhaps he could use that as his excuse as to why he grimaced at the faces surrounding him at spawn. He had hoped that he would just rejoin and they would leave him to it. He should've known it wouldn't be like that. "Grian! You're back! Finally." Impulse was unnecessarily happy for just coming back from a death game. Then again it was Impulse. "Scar just got back as well, he said you'd be around soon. Congrats on winning!" Grian just grunted. He was too tired to formulate an actual response, and his head hurt. "Yeah, I bet you're tired. We can take you back to Boatem to rest. Cmon buddy." Grian nodded and tried to push himself to his feet. He swayed a little bit before stumbling. Pearl caught him.

"We're not gonna fly, I don't think you - or your wings - are up to it right now." She said gently, guiding him towards a waiting boat. He fell asleep almost as soon as he sat down.

It wasn't a pleasant sleep. Full of nightmares about the godforsaken server that he had left behind. "You can kill me." Scar's voice, over and over again, paired with his yell when he fell into the ravine. It was horrible. Grian awoke to the dark ceiling of his base, phantoms circling his house. That was unusual, because they typically only spawned when a player hadn't slept for a while. Although, he had read somewhere that they could sense distress. Great. He tried to go back to sleep but he couldn't. All of his senses were on fire, adrenaline coursing through him.

No one would notice if he slipped out for a little bit right? Slipping on a sweater, Grian took to the skies. The phantoms tried to follow him but he was faster than them. It was nice to fly again after having his wings bound on 3rd Life. It was freeing. He loved it. The wind in his feathers, in his hair, on his face. He circled the island a few times. He checked up on all of the Hermits who had been on 3rd Life. He had to make sure they were okay. Because he may have survived, but they hadn't. He was worried (he was guilty). There was no way of telling if they held grudges: they were all asleep. At least they were asleep, maybe not plagued by nightmares that tormented Grian. He flew home.

The next time Grian woke, he was in his starter house. It was very comfortable. Unfortunately, he couldn't go back to sleep. He had a visitor. "Glad to see you're awake, Grian. You've been sleeping for a couple days, Impulse got me to come check on you." Oh geez. If Xisuma had to come check on him, clearly something was wrong. But he wasn't really in the mood for being babied.

"I'm fine X, just didn't have much sleep on... the other server." He smiled sweetly (it was sickly, it wasn't fair - why were they pitying him? He was guilty). "You can go, I'll be working on my base."

"I'm not... Grian, are you okay?" How the hell did Xisuma see through his façade?

But Grian wasn't going to answer him, "I'm perfectly okay, just processing things. I need to do something or I'll be so bored." He shrugged and smiled again (smile dripping with honey and lies), "I promise I'll tell you or Impulse if I start feeling worse." (Lies, but he was guilty, he didn't deserve this.) Xisuma looked unhappy about leaving, but he didn't want to overstep. He was like that.

There was no way in hell that Grian was avoiding Scar. Not at all. He definitely didn't brush off chances to meet up with the whole of Boatem with his new sickly smile. He didn't blatantly ignore Scar's messages. He didn't! Okay, no he definitely did. But he didn't deserve to see Scar. He killed him, after all! Scar wouldn't want to see him anyway. Grian had killed Scar, and won by doing so. Surely Scar wouldn't want to see him.

(He was guilty, so guilty, he caused all the pain. Etho had been more withdrawn than ever, Bdubs and Ren barely interacted anymore, Tango was more quick to anger, even Impulse had lost his gentle smile. Grian had caused this. He was guilty. And what's worse - he had survived.)

"G! Grian!" Oh joy, it was Ren, his ex-enemy. This was going to go brilliantly. "Haven't seen you around in a while. What've you been up to?"

Grian's enchanter trap had killed Ren - he was guilty. "Not much, been working on my base, the usual. You?" If Grian could appease him with small talk long enough, he could find a way out.

"Nothing exciting really. Doc's been doing his world breaking stuff again. I've been watching. Getting over 3rd Life. You know how it is." Ren had been hurt by 3rd Life. Grian had caused more pain.

"Yeah... Sorry about that."

"What're you sorry for?"

"I put us on that server: I caused it. I'm sorry." Grian's wings opened and he took off into the sky, tears blurring his eyes. He had hurt his friends. He was guilty. Ren called after him but he couldn't hear him over the rushing in his ears.

"Okay... I have a small problem. It's about Grian." It had become a tradition that the 3rd Lifers would meet up on a Tuesday to discuss things. It had been their resident therapist, Iskall's, idea. It was a good way for them to talk through their trauma and their disagreements in a stable setting. Grian had been the only one who hadn't yet attended.

"You've see him recently?" Impulse sounded incredulous. "The last I saw him was when he came back."

"He's avoiding us. Very clearly." Cleo had a talent for being blunt. It perfectly contradicted Joe's poetic nature.

"Yeah. I think I know why." Scar didn't speak often at the meeting, still processing what had happened towards the end of the server. "He feels guilty. We all died and he blames himself. What'd he say to you Ren?"

"That he's sorry for putting us there." Ren frowned, "He invited us, and we accepted. He didn't force us to do anything."

"It's survivors' guilt." Iskall said. Their voice was calm. "He believes that he didn't do enough to help you and that he caused your deaths. Scar, has he spoken to you at all?"

"Nope, not at all. I was giving him space."

"He's avoiding you because he killed you directly. The others... he didn't land the final blow. Even traps were less direct than that."

"But I'm not mad at him? I care about him and he clearly needs to talk." Scar frowned and then shrugged.

"You should go talk to him."

"Now's a good a time as any." He shrugged and smiled. Scar took off, spamming rockets to gain speed, in the direction of Boatem.

"Grian!" He yelled, perching on one of the signs in Grian's base.

Grian drew his sword, still too jumpy to consider going without one. "Oh... Hi Scar."

"Grian! Hi! How're you? I've not seen you around for a while." Scar asked happily.

"Perfectly fine. I just wanted to work on my base for a little while." Grian smiled that smile that the others had been talking about. It was sickly sweet, dripping with honey. It made Scar shiver.

"You sure? No one's seen you around in a while." Scar didn't particularly want to push but this was important.

"I'm fine." It was curt. But then the dam broke. "I'm sorry! I put you all on that damned server and I hurt you. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. We trust you. We still love you."

"But I hurt you! I killed you! I'm a murderer! I'm sorry!" Grian cried.

"I'm fine now. I forgive you. We all forgive you. We're just worried about you." And Scar hoped down from his perch on the sign. His arms were outstretched, offering a hug. Grian sunk into them readily. And that's where Xisuma and Impulse found them later, having gone to check on them. They transferred the two to Grian's bed shop, careful not to disturb them. Grian slept well, without phantoms, for the first time since he got back. He was fine. He would be fine.

[silverwarewolf]

bruce and dr. facilier for Alexandro Beloved, lelouch for aster, mor'du for ann? :3

Of course! Thank you so much for asking. (I'm also working on the oc advice, dw about that)

This is the ask game for anyone who wants to send in a question!

BRUCE: How likely are their chances of a successful redemption arc?

Alexandro beloved is a tragic antagonist. Once a loving father and husband, stripped away of his family by a disaster. Once a knight at the service of the Azure Kings, stripped away of his position by fault of a prophecy. Currently an assassin after Ivan's head, unbeknownst to him he's the baby prince he once swore to protect.

And later? Fated to a duel with Emilia, fierce when it comes to protecting her family, and a deadly opponent.

Considering all of this, and as much as it pains me to say, i don't think we're going to get a happy ending for him. A redemption arc? Sure, we get to understand him and have some compassion, he'll be forgiven and remembered fondly. At least by Emilia and Kate. But it's much likelier to end in tragedy, like, a 70% chance of it I'd say.

(however, this whole book is about me surprising every reader, me included. I haven't planned out the very ending nor even his duel with Emilia, so i can probably whip something up)

DR FACILIER: How far are they willing to go to get what they want?

As far as it takes, to be honest. He's got nothing to lose! He lost his family! His kingdom! His found family! His sense of belonging when he became a monster! He'll do whatever.

Which is why he's evenly matched with Emilia when they duel. Neither of them desire to kill the other, they just have to stop them temporarily. For protection or for duty, either way.

Key word, it has to be something he wants.

However, if Alexandro fails, Ann will be after him, so that's a worry he has. If she does, though, as strong as she is, she can't overpower a monster so easily. So although it's a way to manipulate him into working for her, he knows that at the end of the day, if he fought for his life, he'd probably win. So yep, he's pretty much uh ... Unhinged? Ruthless?

He'll do whatever to get what he wants, is my point, but he's very much capable of restraint.

LELOUCH: Does your antagonist ever regret their actions?

Oh dear. You've chosen probably the best question for Aster.

Short answer, not really. She's like Alexandro but with Murderous Intent and a Grudge that outweighs restraint.

Long answer (and very vague because this is Unplanned Prequel territory). She lived when the world thrived in sorcery and magic in a very different way than it does now. And when she was a kid she was rather excellent at it, because of talent and practice and like, some sort of internal need to be the best. To use her magic to help the world.

Alas, time goes on and she realizes her magic is a bit different from everyone else's. You know, casting a perfectly controlled fire tornado but being unable to hold a fireball correctly. Changing runes to perfect her spells. Using unconventional ingredients and eyeballing potion recipes. Casting sorcery no one had ever been able to imagine.

And they weren't impressed or grateful. They were horrified of her.

Reduced to an ominous witch, banned from several kingdoms. She fled to the woods and met the kings of the Goose Throne, who were accepting of her skills. She taught some people and wrote down her knowledge, tomes upon tomes that could revolutionize magic.

But then the king broke their pact, and didn't stop the other monarchs from coming after her. Grave mistake, for that was the droplet that toppled over the glass. Taken everything from her, threatening the students she still cared about, cornered through every last part of the planet, she cursed everyone.

She cursed the desert, and the poles, and the forests, and the heavens. That whenever someone would be born sharing her birthday, as the moon eclipsed the two suns at once, she would return and the world would be destroyed. And then she vanished.

Or so the story says.

After all, she couldn't really overpower the royal amulets. Not yet. But a few years ago, twins were born in the same day she did, and one of them is after the other's head to prevent the world from ending.

So i don't think she regrets doing what she did so much as she laments that she never got the chance to be herself, to live the wish she always thought she would be granted once she grew up.

MOR'DU: How are they different/similar to the hero?

Well she and Ivan are twins so they're very similar!

Just kidding.

I guess their greatest similarity is how determined they are to save those they care about. Ann swears on her parents' grave that she'll save the world no matter what, and became quite a decent queen, murders aside. Ivan pretty much had to flee on a day's notice, and yet he's picked up new skills to keep Gene and Kate safe.

(a bit ironic that both of them are objectively stronger than Ivan. However they're not running on that adrenaline rush that boosts their performance so i guess they're pretty on par, though Ivan gets Tired)

And the most relevant difference is that Ivan is willing to go with the flow of things more easily. If he found out he was prophesized to destroy the world, he'd be like "how? why? no i won't" and keep living on. Ann, as seen in canon, will freak out and plan every last detail until she can assure things will be alright.

This also means Ivan is willing to read the forbidden tomes of Taylor's library to disprove the prophecy while Ann scoffs at the idea.

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Jac & Jesse

Jac: [some gossip about him that could either be a bit true or totally hilariously not] Jac: when were you gonna tell me, like? Jesse: 👎 Jac: That's what you would say now you've been found out Jac: I 👀 Jesse: not to you Jac: Hmm Jac: I look forward to getting the actual info to spread about then Jesse: you'll have a long wait, dickhead Jesse: be gone by then Jac: Where are you going? Jesse: be quicker to ✔ off where I ain't Jesse: fully booked, me Jac: No one likes a show-off 🙄😏 Jac: how busy are you now? Jesse: busy with a ☕ Jesse: you alright? Jac: Yeah, I'm good Jac: I'm just getting ready for when I go on my own one-stop tour Jac: so when you've got a minute between ☕s maybe we can talk Jesse: go on Jac: You sure? Jac: not trying to be that customer that can't take a hint Jesse: you heard Jesse: don't need to be the customer pissing about when I'm trying to close up Jesse: you're fine to crack on Jac: alright, understood Jac: I won't nurse my ☕ and order a 2nd with five minutes to go Jac: I don't know how to start what I wanna say, helpful, I know Jesse: I ain't put a ⏲ on Jesse: take a bit if you need Jac: I mean, you put me on the 🕔 a bit but I'll just ignore you when you put up the chairs around me 💁 Jac: There's a lot of stuff I don't wanna leave left unsaid Jac: well, a lot of me does wanna leave it and I know a lot of you probably ain't gonna thank me for it either but I don't think I SHOULD leave some of it, the way it has been Jesse: alright Jac: fuck's sake Jac: okay, do you want the apology, the thanks, or the reasons Jac: because I can do them all but you know, pick your fave or least so we can get it out of the way, I don't know Jesse: can you even have a sorry or thanks without the why bit? Jesse: if I dunno what you're sorry for or saying tah for, not getting very far, like Jac: since you've not actually got me a drink, you've got some idea Jac: but okay, I hear reasons loud and clear, no need to be so coy Jac: you know why I need to say thank you Jac: that's more apparent, and easier Jac: and I didn't just pick you because I had no one else, I still could've made mum do it all with me or nan Jac: I wouldn't have picked anyone else, anyway, which sucks for you but yeah, you stepped up and I wasn't appropriately grateful at the time, or close, so I'll say it now Jac: thanks Jesse: you weren't ready to tell her, I get that, that's why I did Jesse: and it weren't like I did it for a tah Jac: no, I know Jac: but I should still say it now, I wanna Jac: it was still shit, and is always gonna be a shit thing that happened to me but you took a bit of it on, and that counts Jesse: you can have one back, tah for not dying, that worried me for a bit there Jac: I still don't feel like I was ever that reckless, like, I know how that sounds, and obviously the baby was a wake-up call that it had gone TOO far, even for my standards Jac: but under normal circumstances, I would've protected you from that, cared to and I didn't, so that's a sorry too Jesse: it was shit scary, the baby bit especially, but that's why I weren't gonna just leave you to it Jac: I thought I had a handle on the rest, but yeah, I should probably let that idea go since what does that matter given what happened Jac: you could've, and I wanted you to, so sorry/thanks again Jac: that's the least eloquent way I can put it Jesse: if it makes it less of a headfuck for you, reckoning that you had it sorted, you can have it Jesse: I don't mind Jesse: but you ain't ever getting me turning my back however much you want it Jac: I don't know, I was doing reckless, destructive things, but I never thought I was going to die Jac: accidents happen though, so, maybe I can accept now that I was tempting shit back then Jac: I don't want it now, and I did want that less as the year went on Jac: but I'm aware it's shit I ever did, that that must've been, well Jesse: what happened to Is was proper raw for all of us back then, probably put me on edge about you more than it would've done Jac: Yeah Jac: it was so right after, I know that's what mum and dad thought Jesse: we've all thought all kinds of shit Jesse: Jude's said loads of it to me before now, like I can give her an answer ✔ or ❌ Jac: and I deserve to live with the consequences of just letting you all speculate Jac: I really know that, and I'm gonna talk to everyone and you can all say or not say whatever you want to me, it's all fair Jesse: we've all lived Jac: that don't mean it's alright Jac: or I ever reckoned it was Jac: I knew it weren't Jac: and again, that makes it less okay Jesse: you weren't alright, none of us were big enough dickheads not to work that out, even her Jac: Obviously Jac: but the point is, you can hold me accountable now and it won't be a waste of time, you know Jesse: you've been a prick, me an' all loads of times, we both will be again in a bit Jac: it's a bit more than that Jac: come on, don't insult me like you reckon I was like that before Jesse: yeah Jesse: but I ain't gonna bother to hold it against you til you actually do 💀 Jac: that's weird Jac: leave your grudges 'til the grave Jesse: I mean I ain't bothering with any grudges Jac: Alright, hippie Jac: are you graciously accepting my apology and gratitude then or what? Jesse: I'll take it Jac: okay Jac: anything you wanna say? Jac: not last words or anything but if you can before you 💀 I'd appreciate it Jesse: you gonna say why then or what? Jac: It isn't as if it's just the one thing Jac: and now that I have to say, there's the fear that you're all gonna say it wasn't a good enough excuse and that's why I didn't say anything in the first place so Jac: let me work up to it Jesse: just call me a massive twat Jac: No, like, it was a lot Jac: and for what Jac: but it was logical at the time, and what I felt I had to do, whether that seems warranted or nah Jesse: I ain't gonna say you weren't 💔 enough for what you did Jesse: nowt to do with me Jac: You might not Jac: you might think it Jac: but I'm not gonna concoct some lie that makes it all seem worthwhile, can't be that bitch Jac: fake sob story Jesse: unless you're a 🧠📖 that don't matter Jac: I'm not used to gossip rags lying or chatting shit on me Jac: I don't wanna imagine that you think the worst of me, tah Jesse: you already have done Jesse: it weren't just us imagining all sorts, come on Jac: I really, on the whole, wasn't thinking about anyone else Jac: not to brag about it Jac: none of you anyway, it wasn't like I HAD to do that, but it also wasn't a choice, being that cunt, shutting you all out Jac: my 🧠 wouldn't Jesse: not offering you a 🏆 or owt Jesse: you've sorted your head out a bit now, if you wanna tell us Jac: I don't but like, I don't want you all thinking the worse now, when that doesn't need to be a thing Jac: We can't have mum and dad thinking I'm gonna go live some trainspotting fantasies in Edinburgh Jac: 'cos I can't have them making trips over all the time, obviously Jac: also, don't wanna bore you with every in and out, so hold on whilst I storyboard my fucking drama here Jesse: would be a pisstake Jac: It all started when Amelia stopped being friends with us Jac: I don't know if she told you fuck all, as you're such pals these days, but it wasn't just like, a natural drifting apart Jesse: it was 'cause she was in love with you Jesse: dunno if you knew that an' all Jac: yeah Jac: that was it Jac: there was a relatively big declaration and like, I wasn't a dick about it, I don't think Jac: but I didn't feel the same like that so that was enough Jesse: it would be, yeah Jac: so like, she was gone but obviously not I still saw her all the fucking time 'cos there's no escaping anyone in this town, and that was just awkward at first Jesse: obviously Jac: and it did kind of piss me off, that she seriously couldn't be my friend still Jac: but it wasn't all about that, there was the Savannah element of it for us both Jesse: 'course Jac: She was jealous of her, didn't like her, all that Jac: and I cared less, because I did have her Jac: and then the Isabelle thing happened Jac: and it all really got fucked up Jesse: she was proper gone Jac: who was? Jesse: Savannah Jac: Right Jac: but before that Jac: the guy Jac: with Isabelle Jac: we didn't know Jac: but we knew he was like, well we thought he was gross, a bit cringe Jac: so me and Sav set her up Jac: people weren't wrong blaming us, even though they got the situation wrong and they didn't know that, it was just between us Jac: that's why we ran away, and a big part of why she HAD to leave, even if her dad wasn't the most controlling person ever Jesse: what did you reckon would happen? with this lad and Is? Jac: just that...I don't even know now Jac: that she'd make out with him and we could take the piss out of her for it Jac: or he'd try it on and that would be funny because he was so gross Jac: not that he wouldn't take no for an answer, that was never what either of us had imagined Jac: but we still aided that situation, even if unknowingly Jesse: no shit you didn't imagine that Jac: fact was and is, if we weren't such shit friends to her Jac: he was still at the party, still could've Jac: but it might not have been her Jesse: I could have a go at you about how you should've been a more decent mate but it's nowt you don't already know Jac: Yeah Jac: feel free to but obviously that's a huge part of what I've been thinking on these past two years so, you don't have to, like Jac: and then, like you said, Sav left Jac: and I couldn't be friends with Isabelle and I couldn't be friends with Amelia and that was that Jesse: you could've said something to me Jac: I've only just been able to Jac: for ages, it was easier to keep blaming her, or say it would've happened anyway Jac: it was raw Jac: everyone was in shock, and I didn't wanna give a basis for the shit people were saying Jac: god knows how it would've been Jesse: alright Jesse: it was fucking bad enough, I remember Jesse: the bollocks people were saying Jac: not that I had to come out and make an announcement, but even if I'd tried to explain to Is, to apologize, she'd tell her new friends and then everyone would know and I'd be as bad as him Jac: worse for the betrayal Jac: I didn't wanna hack that on my own Jesse: or she'd tell her ma and that'd be Jesse: fucking hell Jac: right Jac: she'd probably call the police or something like they can lock me up Jac: and she knew I was a bad friend, Is, I mean Jac: she'd known we all were to her for a while Jac: but I am gonna talk to her, before I go Jesse: 💡🥇 Jac: I know I'm not dying but it's the first fresh start I've had Jac: any of us, even if someone doesn't wanna forgive me, at least they know the score, if nothing else Jac: and I know I've said what I should Jesse: I'm chuffed for you, mate Jesse: don't reckon I could be 💔 and get into a top uni Jac: you could write a top hit though Jesse: don't sound like me Jesse: but I'd probably give it a go if I were Jac: that's all it's about ain't it ❤ & 💔 Jesse: depends Jac: I've never heard a top 40 about... Jac: idk, mowing the grass Jac: doing your taxes Jac: it ain't the mundane Jesse: I'll write one for you if you're gonna be 💔 about it Jac: I think I'll survive, tah Jac: rather not read the speculation about who broke your heart 🤢 Jesse: 🍻 Jesse: you gonna have a word with Sav an' all? Jac: She's arguably one of the only people I didn't really screw over Jac: she got to go to a better school and get a new, rich pretty boyfriend and not deal with that whole backlash Jac: though I'm sure she feels her guilt for it too Jesse: but there's shit you wanna say that you didn't get to Jesse: half arsed fresh start if you don't Jac: I did say it Jac: well, did Jac: she knows Jac: I don't think there's anything to be gained for her or for me from that one Jesse: 👍 Jac: Not got an actual checklist of people to get through but you know Jac: close enough Jesse: make dad a ☕ all it takes to get in his good books Jac: good books is a stretch but not being on his must-constantly-check-in-on list myself will do for now so yeah, fair shout Jesse: yeah if you're well enough to put the kettle on and make a brew you're well enough to do owt Jac: parenting 101 Jac: ✅ Jesse: 🥇🏆 Jac: not serving it to him in a 🏆 Jac: laying it on a bit thick, I reckon Jesse: 🤏 Jac: Well, we're good then? Jac: not to 🕔 or anything Jesse: yeah Jac: yeah yeah or yeah, I guess Jesse: we're good Jac: Good Jac: if I'm not on my repentance tour, might see you when you get home then Jesse: might do Jac: yes very 😎 Jesse: 🤠