#I'm thinkin tacos

[shouyuus]

vague continuation of this; sfw; angsty; apt neighbor!vi au

apartment neighbor!vi who comes home with bloody knuckles and a split lip, bruises the color of overripe plums blossoming along her cheek. you catch her in the elevator, once, running downstairs to grab a taco bell delivery at 2am, and she's just coming home. at first, you almost don't recognize her, with her hood pulled up, her shoulders scrunched up towards her ears, her body a live-wire tangle of tensed muscles and clenching fists.

apartment neighbor!vi who, when you ask her what's wrong, does everything she can to avoid the question, dodging and making up excuses, looking anywhere but at your eyes --

"just got into it with some dude at the bar -- you know how it gets rowdy sometimes."

you stare at her, a frown digging into the space between your brows.

"violet, you can look at me?"

it takes her a beat too long to comply, her fingers stretching open before curling back into her palms as she forces her face towards you, her expression stony as a tomb.

"i'm looking."

you let your eyes flicker between both of hers, and a few seconds later, you throw your hands up in a classic sign of surrender, shaking your head.

"alright, alright -- i won't ask --"

you hear her let out an audible exhale; you glance up to catch her mourning dove eyes watching you from beneath her thick, night-lanced lashes.

"i was thinking of trying to make hainanese chicken and rice this weekend."

vi grins, her shoulders relaxing, her posture loosening like a picked-out knot, "sure -- i'm free on saturday. what do you need?"

apartment neighbor!vi who is not slick, no matter how hard she tries to pretend. and the first time you come knocking at their door on a sunday afternoon, powder answers with a power drill in one hand, a capri-sun in the other.

"oh. its you," she falls a few steps back, waving her power drill haphazardly through the air, "c'mon in! make yourself at home! vi's not here -- if you're wondering. she's..." powder scoffs, an utterly disbelieving, derisive sound, "out."

you pause by the kitchen counter, staring at the pile of dishes in the sink for a second before your gaze swings back to powder, now bending over a strange contraption laid out in a million pieces on the living room floor.

"what do you mean, she's out?"

powder makes a noncommittal sort of grunting noise as she leans in to fit a screw to the tip of the drill, squinting as she presses it to what looks like a slab of broken-off drywall --

"i mean she's out -- doing whatever the hell she's doing... thinkin' she can just lie to us -- ugh, as if --" her voice trails off into a mutter, as if she's talking to herself, and a second later, all sound is drowned out by the drone of the power drill screeching as powder sets to work again.

you stare for a solid three seconds before sighing and turning back to the dishes in the sink. it takes about fifteen minutes before powder turns back around to realize that you're still here --

"what... are you doing?" she asks. you jump, jerking forward at the sound of her voice right next to your ear.

"oh shit! sorry -- uh -- i, i thought i'd help do these while vi's out -- it looks like they've been stacking up for a while," you offer, somewhat weakly as powder squints at you, leaning forward with apparently zero compunction for invading your personal space.

"huh. you're... a weird one -- has anyone ever told you that?" powder asks, falling back onto her heels, giving you a hard once-over. you lick your lips, feeling an unfamiliar heat creeping up the length of your spine.

"i -- i mean, vi helped me a lot when i was moving in so..." you lean a hip against the kitchen counter, a half-washed mug still held aloft in your right hand.

"right... and that's why you're..." powder's smile hooks, her eyes flashing bright as beatle-wings , "helping us with our dishes?" she jerks her chin towards the soapy mug.

you flush, turning back to rinse off the mug and set it on the rack to dry.

"it'll be one less thing for you guys to worry about."

apartment neighbor!vi who refuses to see you for days at a time, even though you text to ask her if she's alright (she leaves you on read). then, miraculously, she'll show up at your door on a tuesday night with an apologetic grin dominos (and all your favorite toppings), asking if you had any plans (she knows full well you don't -- you two have a standing movie-date on tuesday nights, though neither of you have had the balls to call it a date).

apartment neighbor!vi who makes up the dumbest excuses -- i was outta town, i got the flu, i was visiting my long lost... uh... cousin in... nebraska.

"nebraska?" you pause over a bite of pizza, eyes flicking up to catch vi watching you. the moment your gazes meet, she looks away, clearing her throat and reaching out for another slice, folding in half before shoving nearly the whole thing in her mouth.

"yeah -- my uh -- my dad's brother's... kid..."

"uh huh," you say, nodding around another skeptical bite, picking off a piece of pineapple to pop into your mouth.

vi sighs, "just... it's complicated, okay?"

you purse your lips, licking at the pizza grease, "you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, vi -- i just wanna know that you're... safe."

she chuckles, a ragged, mirthless sound, "thanks for worrying about me, sugar -- but i'll be okay."

you swallow passed your last mouthful of pizza, reaching for a napkin. you do not try to point out that okay and safe are two completely different things.

apartment neighbor!vi who goes to the gym an inordinate amount -- whenever you text her, it seems like she's at the gym. and whenever you pass by the large glass doors on the 5th floor, she's almost always there, going at one of the punching bags or doing some insane lift or other.

"are you a fitness influencer or something?" you ask one day as vi lounges on your couch (you know, the one she helped you build), watching as you pipe icing onto the tops of a dozen cupcakes (it's become something of a thing for her to come over on the weekends -- at least the one's she doesn't disappear -- and watch you "stress-bake"; and if the things you're stress-baking just so happen to be all of vi's favorites... well, that's neither here nor there).

"huh?"

you glance over your shoulder, your hands paused over the large plastic bag of cream-colored icing.

"you're always at the gym, so i thought you might be --" you shrug, "i dunno -- training for something or like a fitness influencer or something." you go back to your piping.

"oh!" vi's voice pitches unnaturally high before she clears her throat and settles back on to the couch, a scowl slotted between her brows, her eyes fixed on her phone screen even though her finger hasn't moved in a solid half minute, "nah -- i just -- it just helps me clear my head, y'know. gotta... train the body before you train the mind."

you nod, keeping your eyes fixed on the cupcakes as you flourish through the final bit of icing, reaching out with a finger to snag an extra bit from the tip, turning only to find vi hovering behind you, a strange, halfway-light caught behind her eyes.

wordlessly, you offer her your finger. and without ever breaking eye-contact, she leans down to lick the frosting from you. her tongue swirls around the pad of your finger and you feel a gasp stitch up the front of your chest.

"g-good?" you ask, cursing silently at your inability to keep the stutter from your voice.

vi licks her lips, the flash of her tongue across her lips shouldn't look so stomach-churningly delicious. and yet --

she gives her head a single, abortive nod.

"yeah... really good..." her voice comes out a whisper, barely more than a caught breath in the air between you. it hangs, pendulous as a pearl on a gossamer gold string, until --

"y-you should take some back for powder -- i know she likes sweets almost as much as you do, and some for --" you swallow, falling back half a step, your hip bumping into the kitchen counter; you wince, and vi's arm shoots forward, but she pauses just short of touching you, her palms hovering over your arm for a brief second before she tucks it into her hoodie pocket and forces a grin.

"yeah! for sure -- she'll -- she'll appreciate it, and -- i'll grab some for uh -- vander and --" she waves a hand; you nod, gulping down air as you turn and scramble to grab a box for her, busying your hands so you don't give into the inexplicable urge to reach out and touch her, to feel her skin beneath your fingertips.

"yeah, great!" you chirrup, your voice saturated with false cheeriness.

the moment unfurls in slow motion, her reaching out to try and help you grab the tupperware box on the highest shelf, you dropping back down and turning around to tell her it's alright --

your chests press, your noses are so close they might as well be touching. you can taste the sweet of her breath against your tongue -- frosted vanilla sugar.

apartment neighbor!vi who kisses like she's trying to swallow you whole, who presses you back into the hard marble of your kitchen counter with a hand on your hip, the other skating up the length of your spine to cup at the back of your head, cradling you closer. who moans low and long and desperate when you finally gasp open for her and she gets that first, mind-rending taste of your mouth against hers.

she kisses you like she want's to break you. she kisses you like she wishes you'd break her too.

her lips are trembling when you pull back for a heady breath, a soft laugh puffing out of you at the sheer incredulousness of the entire situation -- weeks of held-breaths and averted eyes, jumping pulses and late-night movie dates, of knees pressing, the back of your hand skimming along the back of hers.

of uncertainty. of this celestial dance, you and her, like twin stars in orbit, to a song old as the universe itself.

but there's a hardness crystalizing at the edge of her voice as she swallows, her throat bobbing around a hissed our breath --

"shit --" she pulls back, and you have half a mind to chase her. she tastes like cupcake frosting and a life's worth of words unsaid.

she runs a hand through her hair, her eyes fractured in the mid-afternoon light.

"vi?" you ask, and your voice seems to jolt her out of her strange reverie. but as her gaze focuses back on you, an crumpled expression flashes across her face as her hand flies up to rub over her mouth, as if she can still feel the phantom heat of your lips on hers.

she shakes her head, taking another step back. you feel something inside you shatter as she turns and heads for the door, her shoulders hunched, her fists clenched at her sides.

"vi -- wait --!" you call after her, stumbling after her, but she turns to slate you a glance that rhymes so much with heartbreak it stops you in your tracks and roots you to the ground.

she lets out a shuddering breath, her voice unsteady as she says --

"i'm -- i'm sorry but -- i -- i can't do this --"

and then she's gone, the door clicking shut behind her, the batch of freshly frosted cupcakes sitting on the kitchen counter, the cupboard with one door open, as if waiting for something other to happen but this.

you blink, stunned at the sudden silence that permeates the air of your living room. you stare at the place where vi had been just a few ago before slumping back against the counter with a dull thunk and pressing a hand to your own mouth.

you can still taste the remnants of sugar on her tongue as she'd licked into your mouth. and for long moment, all you can muster into the accusatory quiet is --

"what the fuck was that?"

[liam-fishsticks]

OK A FEW PPL WANT THE LYRIC...I SHALL DO IT FOR THEM.

its time for the inanimate insanity x Alexander Hamilton lyric to begin. [anyone] How does a bastard, fat slob, son of a Cob and an idea, dropped in the middle of a forgotten Spot in the Paradise by providence, impoverished, in squalor Grow up to be a hero and a show host?

[anyone] The 4 phone Founding Father with a father Got a lot farther by working a lot harder By being a lot dumber, by being a self-starter By who knows, they placed him in charge of Inanimate Insanity

[anyone] And every day while contestants were being regenerated and eliminated Away across the wind, he struggled and kept his guard up Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of The brother was ready to take charge, regenerate, eliminate, or create

[anyone] Then Cobs came, and devastation reigned Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain Put a pen to his temple, connected it to his brain And he wrote his first episode, a season to his pain

[anyone] Well, the word got around, they said, "This kid is insane, man" Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland "Get your seasons, don't forget from whence you came, and The world's gonna know your name, what's your name, man?"

[mefon4] MePhone4 My name is MePhone4 And there's a million things I haven't done But just you wait, just you wait

[anyone] When he was 2 his father yelled, full of it, debt-ridden Two years later, see Mephone and his ideas bed-ridden Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick And 4 got better, but his determination went quick

[anyone] Moved in with 4S, the phone committed sacrifice Left him with nothin' but contestants, something new inside A voice sayin', "4, you gotta fend for yourself" He started retreatin' and writin' every idea on his mind

[anyone] There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution Started workin', thinkin' for his late brother's pride Leadin' a show and all the things he can't afford Scammin' for every cent he can get his hands on Plannin' for the future see him now as he stands on (Ooh) The land of a season headed for a better life In Paradise, you can be a new man

[quite a few, including mefon] In Paradise, you can be a new man (Just you wait) In Paradise, you can be a new man (Just you wait) In Paradise, you can be a new man

[anyone] In Paradise (Paradise) [mefon] Just you wait

[quite a few] MePhone4 (MePhone4) We are waiting in the wings for you (Waiting in the wings for you) You could never back down You never learned to take your time Oh, MePhone4 (MePhone4) When contestants sing for you Will they know what you overcame? Will they know you rewrote the game? The world will never be the same, oh

[anyone] Boaty is in the harbor now See if you can spot him (Just you wait) Another show host Comin' up from the bottom (Just you wait) His enemies destroyed his rep People forgot him

[contestants-ii winners or finalists] We fought with him

[4S] Me? I died for him

[toilet] Me? I trusted him

[floory] Me? I allied with him

[mepad, taco, or anyone in the mannor] And me? I'm the damn fool that left him

[quite a few] There's a million things I haven't done But just you wait

[anyone] What's your name, man?

[quite a few] MePhone4!!!

[thelampisaflashlight]

Swiss, holding his son: "Remind me again why you named him Baja Blast?" Crescent: "Well, originally, I was going to name him Cheddar, 'cause you're Swiss and I was thinkin' since I'm named after the moon, and there was this joke I had about moon cheese, but I forgot it..." -sniffs- "And then I wound up eating Taco Bell as my first meal in the hospital after all was said and done and I held my drink up next to him for a size comparison-" Swiss, looking at his son, then at Crescent: "For a size comparison?" Crescent, nodding: "Exactly." -boops Baja Blast's nose- "The color was a near perfect match." Swiss: "...Did you put that on the birth certificate?" Crescent: "Heck no!" -whispering- "...Named him Simon." Swiss: "...Simon." -hums- "Swiss would have been-" Crescent, hand on his shoulder: "I would have named him Baja Blast for real before I named him Swiss Junior..." Swiss: "What about Lichtenstein?" Crescent: "...Is that a freaking geography joke-" BB: -wondering how he ended up with these two as his parents-

[ii-rarepair-confessions]

it's been a month but I'm back at it again with more tacobulb because they're in my head forever and ever

been thinkin' of an au where Taco ends up being the second one in the water in season 1 instead of Balloon and then Taco and Lightbulb go on a rivals to lovers arc.

Lightbulb purposefully picks Pickle onto her team so Taco can't pick him, and since she's not on a team with Pickle anymore Taco ends up befriending the next idiot that rolls around (Apple (because yes I'm still thinking about tacapplebulb))

Also Taco would win season 1 because it's my au and I say so. Also because the reveal gets worse and worse the longer Taco holds onto it <3333

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tacobulb enemies to lovers 🙏🙏

[paradoxicalpaldeann]

thinkin abt a resident evil au for sr... my resident evil knowledge is slightly skewed so pls excuse me flopping and also doing whatever i want with resident evil's lore. re4 and re7 spoilers (i guess) oddly specific I Know

this is solely because the ides of las plagas/verdugo!kaif lives rent free in my head. funky bug man. look at him go.

less bulky compared to the verdugo and has more places which aren't fully covered by carapace, back is covered but his chest isn't. carapace/shell is primarily a dark green black with the occasional faded orange and blue spots. probably has another set of arms too, his original set of arms has normal hands whereas the second has three-fingered hands. im getting the mental image of him using his claws to dig into stone and rapidly scale walls and scaring the SHIT out of someone

i'm not sure how to describe his mouth but it's not fully buggy. it's more like he's got 4 external mandibles which cover his mouth and sit closed like a mask when he's not using them, his somewhat normal human mouth (sharp teethies + opens up a lot wider than it should + discoloured skin wherever the mandibles cover) sits underneath the mandibles. said mandibles are also very animated and he's got the worst poker face ever because he goes "im not upset. what are you on about" as if his mandibles aren't doing their best impression of a sad dog

yes he has a tail yes his tail is also comedically expressive like his mandibles, weird dog bug GO

i think ebbz is leon. literally unstoppable girlboss. "well then what the fuck is kaif?" he's actually just a sideways verdugo but he's somehow not being controlled by his plagas. salazar locked him up somewhere in the castle because he's like "i literally cannot be fucked to deal with you and i've already got two verdugo who listen, besides you've got like 80 billion weak spots so." ebbz finds him whilst she's raiding the place

yes. ebbz sees one of the fucked up monsters not attack her and instantly goes "you're my friend now! we're having soft tacos later." and kaif is just overjoyed because "SOMEONE NORMAL..."

"who's ashley" i was thinking nia solely because i want an excuse to write nia. brad as luis for literally the exact same reason

yes they form the absolute worst rpg party you've ever seen. a USSTRATCOM agent, the us president's daughter, a morally questionable biologist and a bug walk into a bar-

im not too sure what i'd do for RE2. i think josh is claire because this is another case of "i want an excuse to force myself to write this man" but at the same time idk if i'd focus on RE2 too much

i know what stan and sam are doing they're off having their own re7 biohazard Mold Special

stan's a mold based human B.O.W. like eveline is he's just. sad about it. specifically ran away because infecting too people is detrimental to him as he creates mental links with people who are hosts to his specific mold and when there's too many he legitimately cannot handle it, it overloads him to the point of breakdown.

referred to as S-Type/S-123 (teehee). the S-Type series geniunely did have a lot of issues with getting a successful B.O.W. like Stan (hence why he's the 123rd.), and they anticipated more efficient mind control abilities to the point where a perfect S-Type could hypothetically control an entire city's worth of people with no effort... they just didn't expect it to go both ways, meaning the S-Type they got which lived long enough for experimentation (stan) was seen as a failure cause whilst he can infect and assimilate on a gigantic scale it overwhelms him so much that infected just resort to default programming and end up becoming Fancy Zombies. Stan hates infecting people.

another feature of S-Type/stan is that he can spread his influence incredibly fast via the use of 'flowers', which are basically just organisms which release mold spores but happen to look like flowers. they're not actually flowers. stan's look like spider lilies and this is only a thing because the idea of spider lilies growing on mold!stan was too fucking cool to pass up okay. like he'd develop this ability intentionally whilst he was still being experimented on because he also thinks the flowers are Neat and he's not aware of how damaging they can be, and it causes his mold as a whole to often masquerade as red spider lilies and vines because it appears less threatening and often pretty, which allows it to lure in victims

when he's in his human 'dormant' form he has a lot of scarring over his right eye, said eye is also basically always closed and he cannot see out of it as thats where his mold 'blooms' from whenever he uses it

sam's just some fuckin' guy.

he's josh's brother and before you go "wait what? what about chris redfield" he still exists idk who he is yet i am adding Another Sibling. the whole thing is that Sam is the painfully normal one out of the trio. like comedically normal. theyre both sharing insane stories abt what's happened recently ask sam what he's gotten up to lately and he just goes. "uh. i woke up" insanely disgruntled blinking blearily at the light

he's just on a road trip when he runs into a weird fucked up location on a hike and ends up finding stan

and like. he's heard about B.O.W.s. he's basically the only member of his family who hasn't dealt with them- stands to reason he'd find one eventually, right?

but like. this just looks like a guy. sure there's glowing flowers growing from his right eye and his other eye is basically a fucking hi beam light you'd see on a car or even a lighthouse but he's just some guy. he's clearly distressed, and when he calms down the effects of whatever his B.O.W. abilities are almost stop affecting the local enviroment entirely, shrivelling up and turning to dust, so surely i should just help him out, right? he's the victim here- he doesn't need to be put down.

this works and eventually after all this calms down stan and sam basically just end up living together because they're boyfriends having a domestic bliss arc

stan learns to be able to turn his infection capabilities off (going 'dormant') and the only person he infects is sam because... theyre boyfriends who live together. sometimes a mental link is really useful when you run out of milk and you know your partner is out at the store, okay? they exclusively use the link for completely mundane shit

and then sam's siblings rock up nearly pass out because "SAM. THAT IS A B.O.W." "im aware" "IT'S CAPABLE OF MIND CONTROL SO WE'LL- what the fuck do you mean you're aware." "he's retired. leave him alone" "WHAT. sam what if he's infecting people" "he's only infected me. i said it was fine too" "I- HUH? WILLINGLY?" "i mean, yeah? he doesn't have a phone? how else is he supposed to contact me if something happens at home? fucking smoke signals?"

i think this would all lead into something which is RE6 adjacent in that the chrysalis virus is there and also everyone is teaming up. thats as far as re6 comparisons go i think plot would be completely original

kaif and stan frolicking in the park.... biohazard boys! yippee wahoo hooray

[sweaterdestroyer]

FREINDS,,, I'm getting a pet fireleg tarantula vv soon I'm supa dupa excited>_< I'm thinkin bout namin it after a tf2 Merc or after my pal.. Idk!

It's native to Mexico... We don't have any taco Bell in Indonesia so it mite feel homesick<\3 /jkjkjk

Erhm gimme some name recommendations!

[vampcubus]

HI ASHI!! Sorry i didn’t message you earlier haha

testing has came up recently and i’ve been pretty stressed

my instructor that had a stroke is okayish but we have to have a substitute until she gets back

how has ur day been?? vv

HI REMI!! and dw abt it, i'm happy to see you regardless of time <3 ahhh i'm sorry to hear you've been stressed out over testing :(( i wish you luck on your tests!! you got this, i believe in u.

my day's been very chill! (aside from car trouble that started up yesterday) finally got a day off from my jobs to relax and work on some writing :3 i also plan to cook today! i'm thinkin' tacos since they're easy.

[sushii-javonbrooks]

Javon's Work History

1. Warehouse Worker (18-19, 2012-2013)

First real job outta high school, no college plans.

Worked at a big-ass warehouse (Amazon vibes, maybe local distribution).

Dreaded the long-ass hours, hated upper management breathing down his neck.

But boy, did he treat the forklifts/pallet jacks like bumper cars. (A known menace on wheels—probably doing donuts in the aisles, blasting music from his phone speaker, had the aunties at the front desk rolling their eyes every time he walked in.)

Constantly calling in “sick” or showing up an hour late with coffee like he did nothing wrong.

Final Straw: Safety inspector caught him joyriding with no gear, headphones in, probably dancing while loading pallets—FIRED.

His words walking out: “Fuck y’all, that job was ass anyway.”

Tanya LIT HIS ASS UP. He got the classic, "You think you grown but don’t got a pot to piss in!"

2. Amusement Park Attendant (Seasonal- 19, 2013)

Snagged this to get his mom off his back.

Easiest job ever, but:

HATED the Karens complaining.

Pissed he couldn’t enjoy the rides, felt like he was “watching everybody else have fun.”

Probably dipped out early before the season ended, claiming they “treated him like a slave” (he was mostly being lazy, lol).

3. Movie Theater Concession Clerk/Usher (19, 2013)

Lasted a few months.

Barely swept anything, snuck into showings constantly.

Brought in friends (free movies + snacks), and eventually, girls for empty theater blowjobs.

Caught slipping one too many times.

Fired.

Told Tanya they were racist for firing him. She BELIEVED him, ready to sue the chain theater. (“My son ain’t do NOTHIN’ wrong!”)

4. Taco Bell Worker (20, 2014)

Loved the food. Stole food constantly.

Got promoted to cross-trained cook—still hated the customers.

Eventually fired after blatantly sneaking off with bags of food or letting friends/family eat for free.

Depending on if he’s still at Tanya’s or couch surfing, either:

Got whooped again.

Or laughed it off: "Those tacos slapped. Worth it."

5. Delivery Driver (FedEx/UPS, 20-22, 2014-2016)

Perks: Bumping music all day, no boss breathing down his neck, semi-decent pay at first.

Downsides: Heavy-ass packages (he bitched the entire shift), the damn heat in summer, dealing with annoying customers.

His vibe: Always had one earbud in, doing lil’ two steps while dropping off boxes, flirting with every girl at the front desk.

Got tired fast: Started slacking, delivering late, maybe forgot a package once or twice.

Eventually quit before they wrote him up too many times. Told everyone, “Man, they got me fucked up thinkin’ I’ma break my back for them weak-ass benefits.”

6. Security Guard (brief, 22)

Thought it’d be chill, thought he’d just sit there looking intimidating.

Reality: Boring, graveyard shifts, dealing with weirdos.

Slept on the job more than once, maybe got caught sneaking people in for fun.

Fired for getting caught sleeping after a few months max.

7. Bartender (22-23)

Worked at some local bar, maybe recommended by a friend.

THRIVED HERE. Loved the vibe: music, free drinks, hookups, money under the table.

Downside: Late hours started getting to him, tired of dealing with drunk people all the time (while he’s TRYING to be the fun one himself!).

Quit when management cracked down on his "free shots for pretty girls" policy. Said, “Bet. I'm out.”

CONSTRUCTION ERA BEGINS → Malik Saves His Ass 8. Construction Laborer (23, 2017)

Malik was tired of watching him spiral & dragged him onto his crew.

Javon bitched endlessly about early mornings, manual labor, and being Malik’s “grunt.”

But, the crew? Black & Latino dudes, full of jokes, constant roasting matches—Javon was in his element.

Kept showing up, mostly 'cause he respected Malik too much to slack off.

After a year or so, Malik starts trusting him more.

Javon’s unexpectedly good at problem-solving and managing people on site (though he talks trash every second of it).

The money’s finally decent. His mom notices he’s finally holding down something steady.

Malik tries pushing him toward a formal apprenticeship.

Javon TRIES: Hands-on work? Cool.

Classes? Bro, hell no. Hated sitting still, hated tests, hated rules.

Drug screenings? That one joint after work had him sweating bullets.

Realized it wasn’t for him.

Walked away, telling Malik, “Man, that shit not for me. I ain’t built for sittin’ in classrooms like some kid.”

Current Position: Skilled Laborer + Heavy Equipment Operator

Dabbles in everything: light carpentry, drywall, heavy equipment, even operating machinery (LOVES it, makes him feel like a big kid).

Malik keeps throwing him into new roles to keep him from getting bored.

Becomes a solid skilled laborer.

Everyone knows he’s reliable now, even if he’s still roasting the hell outta everyone at lunch.

Makes GOOD money now—enough to treat himself, pay rent, help out when needed, and support someone else.

Known on the crew as Malik’s right-hand man, though he’s technically not Malik’s official assistant (he’d hate the title lol).

Steady, dependable, but still the loudmouth clown everyone loves.

Hasn’t burnt the place down yet. Malik jokes, "You my biggest headache AND my best worker."

[natsumigirl100]

Chp 4: That’s Entertainment (Part 4)

The royal family limousine can be seen driving back to the hotel. Charlie can be seen hugging her knees and looking out the window when her jacket is ruined after Katie Killjoy attacked her, while Vaggie sits next to her, glaring furiously at Angel Dust.

Charlie suddenly sighs as Vaggie's eye twitches at Angel Dust, who can be seen amusing himself by playing with the car window roller repeatedly.

Vaggie scrunches up her face.

Angel Dust takes notice. "...What?"

"'What?' 'WHAT?!' What were you DOING?!" Vaggie angrily asks, as she rips off bits of her hair.

Angel Dust sighs and says, "I owed my girl buddy a solid! Isn't that a' "redeeming quality"?" He than does air quotes. "Helping friends with stuff?" While rolling his eyes.

"Not with turf wars that result in territorial genocide!" Vaggie exclaims.

"Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred. Ehahahahahah!" Angel Dust laughs as he inhales. "It wasn't that bad, anyway." He proceeds to play with the button of the car window roller. Vaggie throws an unfolded pocket knife at the window roller.

"Aw, come on! I had to!" Angel Dust says as he brushes back his hair. "My credibility was on the line! I mean, what kind of reputation would I have if people found out I was tryna go clean? It just throws out my entire persona!" He says. He than suggestively pushes up his chest floof.

"Your credibility? What about the hotel's?!" Vaggie questions Angel Dust with gestures at a defeated Charlie. "Your little stunt made us look like a fucking joke!"  Vaggie than combusts.

Angel Dust scoffs. "No, no, no, babe. Jokes are funny! I made you look... uh, sad!"

The camera pans to Charlie. "And pathetic! Like an orphan... with no arms... or legs... Oh! With progeria!" Angel Dust says, just making it worse.

The camera focuses back on him. "Great! Now I'm bummed thinkin' about it!" Angel Dust starts looking around the limousine. "This thing have any liquor?" Angel Dust ask.

"Can you please just try to take this seriously?!" Vaggie asks in frustration.

Angel Dust flicks off a dust bunny. "Fine, I'll try. Just don't get your taco in a twist, baby!" He snaps his finger at her, while smiling.

"Was that you trying to be sexist or racist?!" Vaggie asks him.

Angel Dust groans. "Whatever pisses you off more. Is there seriously no liquor in here?!" Angel Dust asks once more but this time with a tint of disbelief in his voice.

Vaggie returns to sit next to Charlie as she crosses her arms. "I'm gonna kill 'im." Vaggie states to Charlie.

"Too late, toots. Wait! Would that make me double dead? Hah, and where exactly do I go? To Double Hell Hahahahahahahahal Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch - get used to" Angel Dust folds his arms confidently.

Vaggie is now more angry than ever. She grits her teeth and says, "¡Con una mierda, malparido hijo de-!"Which translates, (For fuck's sake, you bastard son of-!)

"Listen, who cares if some jack-offs got hurt? Most of 'em are ugly freaks. Look around! Angel Dust states as he looks out the limousine window, smirking'. "You got a bunch a fuckin' Harlequin babies down here!" Angel Dust says while laughing.

"You're one to talk." Vaggie stated while smiling smugly.

"Hey!" Angel Dust motions to his body. "This body is flawless! Everyone wants summa me," He than pushes up chest fluff and takes out a letter. "and I've got the creepy fan letters to prove it!"

He takes the letters from in between his chest floof and reveals it to Vaggie that features a small picture of a dirty naked old man, who ironically has a "No Angel Dust" tattoo, smothering his mouth on an Angel Dust body pillow and a message at the bottom saying, "Show me your feet!! -Bryrin, #1 Fan/Critic".

"Grrr..." Vaggie growled with anger.

"That was really uncool, 'know, Angel." Charlie states with a small frown.

"'Uncool'?! After that train-wreck, there is no way anyone is gonna wanna stay at the hotel!" Vaggie says out of irritation. She looks toward Angel Dust. "All thanks to" She points at him. "you and your selfish bullshit!" Vaggie finished off.

"Does that mean I don't have a free room anymore?" Angel Dust asked with a bummed expression.

Vaggie motions a, "What do you think?" At Angel Dust.

Angel Dust snaps his fingers, "Ah...well, shucks."

"Hey, come on." Charlie says, she takes off the ruined jacket. "We don't know if things are over yet! Try to relax, Vaggie." Charlie said to Vaggie, putting a hand on Vaggie's left shoulder. "-it'll be okay!" Charlie reassures.

Vaggie smiles at Charlie softly.

Suddenly, the driver hit something and caused the trio to fall forward onto each other.

"What the fuck?!!" Angel Dusts says, while tangled in with Charlie and Vaggie.

"Have to stop for now to see what I hit." The driver tells them, getting out of the limousine and checks it out.

The trio got untangled and decided to go out to see what's up. When they got out, they saw the driver bending down with a look of concern on his face.

"You alright miss?" Asked the driver.

"Ah, I should be."  The person states, with a grunt of pain with it.

The trio approaches where the driver and the person is at and than they see a woman.

She has spiky long brown hair with golden highlights, green forest eyes, tan white skin, with three yellow dots underneath her eyes. She wore a coat, with long sleeved gloves that had sparkly white dots on the sunset color patterns. She also wore a white jumpsuit kinda clothing, with white long leggings with it, matching the pattern.

“Wow, she seems so..."

"Angelic"

Angel Dust says before he could finish, Charlie beat him to it.

The trio seemed mesmerized by the woman, suddenly they see the woman try to get up, but instead, she falls right back down to the ground.

They quickly go over to her.

"Woah ma'am, take it easy." Vaggie states, holding onto the woman's shoulders.

"Yeah, don't push yourself!" Charlie says next, putting her arm onto one of her shoulders.

"It's okay, I think I just lost my balance." The woman tells them, but soon grunts in pain.

The trio looks down to see one of her legs is fully bruised with some cuts with it.

"I think it's just more than balance sweetheart." Angel Dust claims, looking a bit concerned.

"Sigh great." The woman mutters out, frustrated with the whole situation.

Charlie thinks for a moment until an idea pops into her head.

"How about we take you back to my hotel! There we can heal you and maybe you can even live there." Charlie says to the woman.

Who looks at her surprised.

"Really?" The woman asked.

"Yeah! You don't even have to pay any fee or anything while you stay at my hotel. You could think of it as, 'I'm sorry I fucked up your leg'" Charlie says sheepishly as the woman thought about the offer.

Soon she nods and smiles. "I wouldn't mind staying at your hotel, just as long as I don't get noisy neighbors." The woman states.

"Deal!" Charlie states. "Now let's go back to the hotel than!" Charlie states, as Vaggie and her carry the woman into the limousine. While they place the woman into the vehicle, Charlie than says, "I didn't catch your name..."

"Bella, that's my name" The woman tells her with a smile.

"I'm Charlie! Please to meet you."

"Same to you as well."

Once they all were in the limousine, they all go straight back to the hotel, with a new possible member tagging along with them.

[sharksa-shivers]

Max thinkin bout food n stuff lol ------- Max:(hungry, just rambling outloud)Okay but some nachos would be banging right now…And also maybe like something with whipped cream, i'm thinking like a drink but like…Man, i'd eat an entire cherry pie though with whipped cream on it…Root beer float also sounds really fucking good though…Or maybe-!!!

Kristy:(interrupts, annoyed as she's trying to read something on her phone)Is it like actually physically possible for you to go at least 20 minutes without thinking about food? Like can you actually think about things with your brain instead of your stomach or like?

Max:(amused, smirking)Nah, not really. And if i ever manage that, that'd be the time to panic cuz that ain't me heheh…Got a shapeshifter with ya and i'm probably being held captive somewhere…

Kristy:(groans annoyed)Ughhhhhhh…

Max:(defensive, amused still though)Look, i do not know why i'm always hungry, i just know that i am. Gotta have a well fed Max to do the dumbass Trio shit ya need me to do alright? This kinda quality tech and hacking work comes with a price tag and that price tag involves tacos…(hungry, lighting up)God, tacos though, ughhhh, i just want something with some steak…

Kristy:(annoyed, trying to focus on her phone)Please stopppp, this is already so boring to read and you're just distracting me…

Max:(amused, getting his phone out and looking for a taco place now)Alright alright, fineeeee…I'll go get some chow then. I'm starving, i need some food real bad, legit all i can think about right now… ------------------------------- Max is a mood cuz i want a taco too rn lol

[dylan-westwick]

"This taco is definitely givin' me inner peace right now." She teased with a grin and a wink in his direction. The babies did seem rather restful and Theo did make a very good point that it should be okay. "Alright, alright. Could you pass me the sanitizer wipes so I don't get taco juices on the twins?" Dylan shared with a soft laugh, not wanting her hands to be dirty for the transfer. "Thank you for caring about my back but together they're not even thirty pounds yet combined, I promise I'd let ya know if I was hurtin'...two hours later." She knew that Theo knew her far too well to be trying to act like she was someone she was not. And Dylan was very much the type of person to suffer until it was unbearable in order to keep others happy. She was aware of the ridiculousness of it, but it was just something she had a hard time dealing with. Smiling as he shared that they went by their own order of operations, she nodded in agreement. "And it's a timeline that we don't have to explain to anyone else." Which included the fact they still had no label for what they were to one another other than their sweet nicknames. She did call Theo her partner to people from time to time, but it wasn't something they'd actually talked on. "Hm, I'm thinkin we're gonna get whatever dog looks like the dog that will be part of our family. I just know that we'll have a feelin', don't you? I feel like that's definitely a romantic notion you'd hop on board with." Dylan grinned over to him, wishing right now she could lean over to kiss him, perhaps once the twins were back in their stroller. "Oh no, he said that if she was here, she'd be tryin' to buy a whole litter. I was wonderin' why I didn't see her. So, he's gotta be the strong one for today." She shared with a smile before finishing the last bite of the taco and holding out her hands for him to wipe them off with a wipe as she chewed.

@theobailey

Theo smiled at the sight of his sleeping babies, breathing against mommy's chest, "They look like nothing in the world could disturb them. When have you last felt this kind of peace?" He asked with a longing sigh and a smile. He couldn't remember the last time his mind wasn't overwhelming with all sorts of thoughts. Although the first time he held Leda could be the closest he ever got to it. "Well, let's give the stroller a chance. You can't go around carrying both of them all the time." He adjusted the baby carriage, getting things out of the way, so that they could move the babies. "It's not good for your back. They're getting bigger. Plus, I think they're tired enough they'll sleep through it." Disturbing their sleep cycle was the last thing he wanted to do, as a parent. Babies were demanding, and irritated, when things didn't go their way. "Oh, yes. We follow our very own concept of timelines." He laughed, although it sort of bothered him how most of that was his own bloody fault. He could've handled things differently. "Right? That's what I think too. Do you think we're getting a tiny pocket dog, or a pony-sized dog the kids can mount?" He amused himself with the thought. "Is that right? I haven't seen him around. That man needs my sister to say no to another cat, although we can't exactly trust her to do so."

[soldflowers]

canon said cloud in a dress but u know what it should’ve said ??  aerith in a suit.

[darknessbleda]

having domestic thoughts about terra, lads.

[pixies-and-poets]

Since I'm heading out for mexican food rn I wondered; do you have any hcs for Sparks of Hope characters' favorite kinds of food? Doesn't have to be the spark hunters lmao could be any one. I'll share mine once I'm back from the mexican place lol (and again sorry i bring up sparks of hope so much)

First of all, you don't have to apologize, second of all, hope you enjoy the food!! I only really get Mexican food these days when I'm visiting my relatives (I grew up in Texas but don't live there anymore). So I am jealous /lh

On that note it's hard not to imagine that Rabbid Luigi is obsessed with tacos. In his brain there is only one day, Taco Tuesday. It consumes all. It's not like they're the only thing he eats but.... he's thinkin about 'em all the time.

Rabbid Mario pretty much entirely eats pasta and pizza if he can help it; the kind of stuff Mario himself dreams about.

Rabbid Rosalina constantly has a hankering for really bizarre space-creature "seafood" because that's what she ate with Orion. Like the others will be talking about what they want for dinner and suggesting stuff like burgers or spaghetti and she'll be like "Dang I could really go for some fried granglepus from the grangnafar system" and everyone is just like ??!?!?

I'm actually really bad with food headcanons lol, but here are a few things I've already thought of, it's less about favorite foods but more general...

First of all, Dryad basically functions like a tree and she doesn't HAVE to eat food, she can persist entirely on sunlight, water and soil. But yes she has to eat the soil. She's so cute and dainty but Sweetlopek has come upon her just shoveling dirt in her mouth. AND SHE LOVES HER SOME GOOD DIRT- but she can also eat other things, berries and nuts mainly. She is becoming more adapted to other vegetables and cooked food via Sweetlopek's cooking.

Because, speaking of which, Sweets is a vegetarian. Despite his burly woodsman look, he has found himself unable to bring himself to hunt or even fish since he was a child (much to his father's embarrassment). He loves lil critters and he can't bear to harm one or think about harming one, which is one of the things Dryad loves about him. So he eats his veggies and he eats a LOT because he's a big boy. Woodrow is also a vegetarian; it's a pact they had since they were children. (Werewolf AU idea: it gives him a lust for meat that is totally unfamiliar for him...)

[puckermanwmu]

"Well, thank God it's not. The last thing I want right now is vegetables. I'm bein' unhealthy as shit this trip, I don't even care. I'll deal with the consequences when we get back home," Puck shrugged his shoulders, taking another sip of beer. As relaxing as his time alone was turning out to be, he was grateful that Sam had stumbled upon him. He was sure to spark some entertaining conversation. "Dude, I feel you. I could live here, for sure. The thought of having to go back to school fuckin' depresses me. Maybe I should just drop out, move here, and work at like, a surf shop or somethin'." He leaned back in the metal chair, chuckling quietly at the absurdity. Puck knew damn well that wasn't gonna happen. He'd already tried to move away from Lima once, and had ended up right back there after just a year. Unfortunately, it seemed like his podunk hometown had somewhat of a chokehold on him. "The waiter should be back any second. Order whatever you want. I gotta fat plate of nachos coming, and I was thinkin' of ordering a plate of chalupas. I love the Taco Bell ones, so I'm sure these'll be way better." Puck stretched out his legs, surverying the plastic menu in hand. He planned on ordering just one more drink, which would carry him from tispy to drunk, but not far enough to trashed. The last thing he wanted was for tomorrow to be ruined by a pounding headache and puking in the morning. Setting the menu back down and sitting up, his eyes met Sam's again. "So, what've you been up to, man? Anything crazy, or you been takin' it easy?"

open starter.

Puck was in a pretty great mood. The lack of rotting at a desk, staring at a screen for hours on end was doing wonders for his stress levels; as was his fourth beer, which had just been cracked open and set on the table. He swayed in his seat to the Latin music that played over the speakers, which he desperately wished he could understand, highly anticipating the tray of nachos he'd ordered. After some walking around, he'd managed to find a quiet little restaurant along the beach with tables outside so that he could watch the waves. The smell wafting around from inside the restaurant was strong, and it only made him crave his food more. Puck had the tendency to get the drunk munchies. When he finally heard someone approaching the table, he perked up and took a swig of beer, thinking the waiter had finally returned.

Turning in his chair excitedly, Puck noticed the person approaching was definitely not the elderly waiter from before. He pulled his sunglasses down to look at them, a tispy smile playing at his lips. "Damn. I thought you were my food," he joked, feigning disappointment. "But since you're here, I could use a drinking buddy. Or somebody to help me plow through these nachos. You busy?"

[barrygeuse]

before i took a nap yesterday i was thinkin' about the maitland-deetz family going to a public pool together so you know i have to indulge

charles:

he's the typical beach dad (especially with adam dannheisser in mind)

this doesn't entirely translate to the pool (and the beach trip is a post for another day) but he still fits right in

black swim trunks and an unbuttoned, floral hawaiian shirt. i'm picturing something middle-toned blue

CHUNKY DAD SUNGLASSES

shirt comes off when he gets into the pool

would be the one to cannonball hard enough that there's a genuine splash zone. everyone knows to not sit by the deep end if you don't want to be splashed when someone prompts a cannonball contest

is the one that brings his wallet so that the family can get snacks from the snack bar

beetlejuice is limited to a single choco taco per pool trip. he cannot have more than one. this is a charles-instilled rule

delia:

you WILL hear her shrieking about not getting her hair wet

wildly patterned one-piece suit (this style for example, but not this pattern). something black and white or purple or both

she'll get in the pool if lydia bugs her enough about it, but she's usually laying around tanning on the chairs for most of the day

brings wine coolers in a tiny cooler that she fits in one of their beach bags and sips them when they lifeguards aren't looking

sometimes she and barbara will get up early and make margaritas before they all head over so they can sit together and talk and drink a little

always forgets to put sunscreen on before they get there and then the kids (bj and lydia.) pretend to retch while charles helps her put it on. barbara has to stifle her laughter at it

adam:

stupid flower patterned swim trunks and a nylon swim shirt

takes no convincing at all to get him in the water. loves being in the pool and messing around with lydia (it's the dad instinct!)

if barbara's taking some time in the pool, charles will get lydia onto his shoulders and they'll play chicken. delia refuses to ever take part in this game

gets the silly water toys from the storeroom and is an absolute menace with them

no one is safe from adam maitland and his water gun. except delia, because he's a little scared she'd snap and maybe attack him

his typical targets are barbara and lydia. lydia engages in War and he loves that. barbara will pretend to be offended and then jump in and splash him a ton before they dissolve into laughter and sweet little kisses

barbara:

absolutely wears something like this. again, not this pattern, though; something green or light blue

big, floppy sun hat. she doesn't even need to wear it she can't get sunburnt but she loves it so much

she also likes the smell of sunscreen, so sometimes she'll put a little on her shoulders just because it's nice for her

spends the majority of her time relaxing next to delia, but will go into the pool if prompted. usually to cool off if she's been in the sun for a while

pulls her hair back but doesn't care too much about getting it wet

is EVIL when it comes to water wars of any sort. probably more devious than lydia. always gets you when you're least expecting it

packs picnic lunches for everybody. cuts fruit and sandwiches into little flower shapes, makes sure everyone keeps hydrated, etc. mom behavior

lydia:

spends the majority of her time in the pool. doesn't much care for being in the sun, but she considers being in the sun in the water an exception

sweet black one piece with ruffles

pool menace. the first amendment protects you from the government not the lydia

especially if you're charles. i like to think that he and emily took her to the pool a lot as a kid

so she feels really close to her mom and to charles whenever they go there. will almost never turn down a family trip to the pool

swims laps sometimes, just for something to do. she took lessons as a kid but never went into any team stuff

splashes beetlejuice. no one else dares do this but he lets her (very, very reluctantly. there's a lot of cursing)

loves the sandwiches that barbara makes. sitting on her warm towel on the concrete eating a sandwich nd then a nutty buddy cone that charles gets for her

beetlejuice:

refuses to so much as touch the water. it would make him Cleaner, god forbid.

this is a good thing, because it would probably contaminate the pool if he went in. everyone would have to get out.

he goes with them just to get an ice cream and cause chaos amongst the other families (limited chaos. charles keeps an eye on him)

is constantly getting yelled at for the lifeguards for running and being loud and going places he shouldn't and climbing on shit

one time he gets forced to go to Baby Child Pool Time Out and lydia will not stop laughing at him

she goes over and taunts him about it and he just seethes. charles is watching to make sure he actually stays there

likes to take pool noodles and whap lydia whenever she gets near to the side of the pool. gets yelled at for this by the lifeguards, too. lydia thinks it's funny and sometimes they fight with them

walks on the hot metal without thinking and goes, "OW!" and then does it again five minutes later