#Im gonna lie on the floor now and sob

[waloeders]

ok i stole this from twt but work has been driving me crazy today. toji bullying me back.

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ hits different ”

leo valdez x daughter of aphrodite 🔨

moving on was always easy for y/n, so why did it hit different when it was a certain son of hepaestus

a/n im alive

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It was always easy for Aphrodite girls. Or at least that’s what everyone thought. Or at least that’s what Y/N thought.

Love always came so easy to her. Boys fell at her feet to ask her out. It was so fun! She would switch them out like Ken dolls. Everyone knew that she had a new guy to obsess over every week before she got bored. The minute she got Aphrodite’s blessing, she had at least one boy from almost every cabin wrapped around her manicured little finger. She had flowers sent from the Demeter cabin nonstop. Whether or not she kissed- or more- the boy, depended on whether or not she liked the flowers. Well, unless he was cute enough.

But strangely enough, one twerpy son of Hephaestus survived the test of time. Her siblings all thought she went insane, or was replaced by an alien clone. She couldn't explain it. How she nearly peed from how much he made her laugh, or the way she felt like she was on a rollercoaster whenever his hand brushed against hers.

She could never forget when he finally asked her out. He showed up to her cabin with a necklace he made.

“You’ve probably gotten better jewelry than this, but-”

He couldn't even finish his sentence before her lips crashed onto his, “it’s the prettiest necklace I’ve ever seen.”

Y/N had never been happier than in the weeks that followed. Everything just finally made sense. She found herself painting her nails his favorite color and reflecting parts of him in how she dressed. Anything for him to get a certain look in his eyes and drag her into his cabin.

And everything was perfect. It wasn't the freedom that she was so accustomed to. It felt like Summer. She was engulfed in the love she felt from the boy, who she believed adored her to no end.

But now it feels like Summer where the Sun burns her heart and the sand hurts her feelings.

As she sat in a ball on her bed, a hat in her hands as she sobbed, she wondered what happened.

It had been over a month since he broke up with her. She just couldn't get over it, which was weird. Moving on was always easy for her to do.

She had put her friends through it during the first few weeks. They would throw parties and sneak out to the city- and each and every time she would get drunk and slur his name until someone shoved her into a car. Even when her friends would fill her ears with “love is a lie” just to get her by.

She stopped receiving invitations.

“I wish I could tell you why that idiot did it,” she heard her sister say.

She looked up at the girl, “I’ve been going through the evidence and it just doesn't make sense,” she muttered.

Piper sat at the end of Y/N’s bed, “I tried to talk to him, but he just won’t say anything about it.”

She rolled her tear stained eyes, throwing the hat onto the floor, “of course he wouldn't.” She sighed, looking at the door, “I’m gonna take a walk.”

“Do you want me to come?”

She shook her head, “I think I just need fresh air.” It was true though, she had barely been leaving her cabin except for mandatory training or meals. She stood up with shaky legs from how much she had sobbed. She slid on a pair of bunny slippers (me core) and walked out the door, luckily not many campers were out to see her mascara stains on her cheeks.

She made her way to the woods, arms crossed. There was a slight breeze from the September air that made her feel slightly better. She heard a crunch of leaves nearby that made her spin and looked around. She didn't see anyone, thank the gods, but she couldn't help but feel uneasy. Maybe they had finally come to take her away.

She continued walking until she collided with a body. She muttered an apology until she looked up at the person. Just to find the last person she should ever apologize to.

“Y/N,” he began, taken aback by seeing the girl he had been so keenly avoiding.

She stared silently at the boy as she waited for him to speak. But nothing came out. Just eyes on eyes waiting for the other to move, but neither did.

She finally decided she had had enough of this and turned around. Finding herself unable to leave as he gripped her arm.

“I’m sorry.”

She took a huff before turning back towards him, “you should be.”

He cringed at her hostility. He knew he deserved it. Before the incident, he was convinced that she had not an ounce of coldness in her. “I know.”

“Do you?” She pulled her arm away from him, “I have been trying to find an answer to why the fuck you would do this to me!”

His fingers slightly burned, “I did it for you, I was worried about you.”

She scowled, “huh? Are you stupid? What?”

He slightly laughed at her rhetoric, “I thought something was going to happen to me and I,” he sighed, “I didn’t want you to have to go through that.”

“Leo,” she began, “you put me through worse.”

He heart stung at the words, “I wanted you to move on and be over me by the time I… if I died.”

“But you’re alive,” she responded, “and I’ve had to watch you… exist. Without me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It's just you left me like.. like,” she paused, “no, I don't need another metaphor, it’s simple enough. You abandoned me.”

He looked down at her words, “I’m so sorry.”

She placed her hands on his neck, pulling him down to her height, “and if you died, I’d be coming right after you,” she smiled.

“Don’t say that.”

She let go of him, “I just want to be with you, Leo,” she mentioned, “and you took that from me.”

“I can’t say I’m sorry enough, baby.” Baby. Gods, she was about to be putty in his hands if he called her that again. Everything he had put her through would be buried six feet under.

He grabbed her hand, noticing the color of her nails. “Hey,”

“Don't say anything.”

“Okay.”

She smiled, “you’ve completely ruined me.”

“Why do you sound so happy about that?”

“I don't know,” she sighed, “I love you.”

He grinned, pulling her closer to him while tracing his fingers up and down her arms, “I love you, I’m sorry.”

And with that, their lips touched. And for the first time in weeks, everything was okay.

[opiumsturn]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ CLINGY

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IN WHICH Matt thinks Y/n has been too 'clingy'?

a/n- this Is ass i'll make up for it i swear

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Y/N POV

Matt has been so distant with me recently. I feel like he's starting to loose his love for me?

He's out with Nick and Chris getting food because Chris was hungry and I'm not gonna lie I was too but I didn't want to ask due to how matt had been acting and I didn't want to annoy him more.

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Matt Ml 💕🫂

Matt Ml 💕🫂 -do you want food?

no thanks baby.❤-Y/n

Matt Ml 💕🫂 -k.

seen by y/n

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'k.'? He never says that. what did I do.

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MATTS POV

I reply to Y/n's text before pulling up to the window so Nick can order.

Look I love my girlfriend, shes my everything but honestly I dont like pda and sometimes I just need space.. from her..

I love spending time with her dont get me wrong its just..sometimes shes all over me it feels like. We both are huge on physical touch but recently its too much..

As Nick finishes I pull up to the window and pay for our food before heading back home.

MINI TIME SKIP

Once we arrive home I leave my food on the counter heading to my room to change into something more comfortable seeing a piece of paper on my bed with blue pen ink with writing that read-

"I went somewhere else baby, sorry for what ever I did. I didn't want to text you to annoy you so i just left this. I'm sorry my love. I love you."

Shit. what did I do.

I set the paper down running out my room past Chris and Nick who were confused as i got my phone out to call y/n instantly.

Ring

Ring

Ring

'Your call has been sent to voice mai-'

"fuck." I whisper. I had to find her before she hurt herself. The only place i could think of besides her house was this park we went to as kids. where she would always go.

I sped past every sign to get there as quick as I could and once I arrive to no ones surprise she was there. Sitting at the top at the opening by the slide. Getting out the car running up the stairs of the playset up to my beautiful girl who was crying her soul out before seeing me.

I stood still. frozen.

"Matt im.. so sorry!" She says hugging my legs on the floor sobbing and sniffling.

I immeditly get down to hug her

"Oh sweetheart.. im so sorry y/n please dont cry baby its my fault! you didnt do anything!" I say holding her in my arms.

"Matt what did I do? why have you been like this recently?!" I say sniffling and sobbing

"Im sorry y/n its just i love you but I felt like you were too close and all over me! and I havent really been a big fan of pda so I just have been.. avoiding you! im so sorry!" I force out quickly.

"oh.. i-im so sorry! I wont be like that anymore 'm sorry!" I breath out

"No! its okay baby you didnt do anything!" I comfort

"c'mon princess lets go home" I say picking her up.

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ONE WEEK LATER.

Y/N'S POV

After what matt told me at the park ive been keeping my distance giving him space and not all over him especially in public. but one thought that ran my head repeadilty was 'did he not like how i acted this whole time for a whole year almost two years?'.

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Matt Ml 💕🫂

Matt Ml 💕🫂 -Hey babyy

Hi ml-Y/n

Matt Ml 💕🫂 -come over? nick wants to host some move night thing.

sureee-Y/n

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Arriving at the triplets house I enter seeing that Madi,nate,larray,nailea, and some other friends were there as well.

walking in greeting everyone matt comes out his room in a black wifebeater and grey sweatpants. ((nutted))

"Hey Maaa!" he says excitedly going to grab my waist but I turn the other way to say hi to madi who I hadnt said hi to before.

"hey madi, hey matt" I say hugging madi then looking at matt.

"HEY MOVIES STARTING C'MON!!" Nick yells

Walking to the couch, Matt sitting down next to Nate. All the spots were taken now.

"C'mere baby" matt says patting his lap.

"uh- no its okay i'll just sit on the floor" I say smiling as matts smile drops.

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The movie had finally ended and everyone gets up ready to leave. once everyone says their goodbyes I go into matt's room to grab my hoodie I had left here so I could go home. Just as I was about to walk out of Matts room he walks in.

"where you going baby?" He asks

"home?" I say giggling

"no" he says and before I can speak he grabs my waist and pushes me in his room closing his door while doing so.

He lays me on his bed laying on my stomach

"all right y/n now tell me whats wrong.." Matt asks

"Nothing? you said you needed space so thats what im giving you" I say softly

"Fuck.. no y/n! i dont want space baby i was just going through something with nick and chris that week and i took it out on us, you! im sorry sweetheart i didnt mean any of that shit! i wanna show you off. show everyone your mine baby i love you!" he says on the verge of tears. sitting up and pulling me on his lap facing him.

"Im sorry baby. i just thought i was too clingy so i just-"

He cuts her off. His girl- clingy? thats what he made her think and that was so far off. he felt awful. his girl was far from that.

"Clingy? no baby no im so sorry your not that at all my love dont think that at all listen i love you and from now on i want you all over me anywhere anytime okay?" he says.

I simply nod as he grabs the back of my neck pulling me into a soft kiss.

"i love you Matt."

"i love you too y/n"

[heartfeltcherie]

hiya! I wanted to know if you could either do

A) An Alastor x G/N Reader angst thing where he’s having a 🤩mental💕breakdown🤞 and just…sobs to them while hugging them kinda? Idk I’m just feeling like a comfort/angst mood rn

OR

B) Platonic headcanons of Lucifer x Teen!Reader where he basically adopted them.

IF YOU CANNOT THAT IS AOK, IM JUST BEGGING YOU PLEEEAAASSSEEE

— i kinda went a different route but i hope u enjoy nonetheless!

☾. °.   ࿐  ` , •

the battle wasn’t supposed to end like this.

alastor was the one who should’ve killed adam. alastor was the one who was supposed to to leave a mark on that disgusting angel.

but here he was, sat on the floor in his beaten up radio tower, his wound open and leaving itty bitty cirlces of blood where he previously walked. he was rethinking his steps; how could i have possibly lost that?

he was distracted.

not only when his precious staff broke, but the entire time he was going back and forth with adam… he was thinking about you.

where were you during the fight? were you okay? were you hurt? you were still alive right?

you’re his darling doe, of course you’d still be alive.

because if you got hurt, or somehow ended up dead, he’d be ready to hunt down those idiotic extermination angels and use their screams in his next broadcast for everyone to know that-

“alastor?”

his eyes are wide and he didn’t even realize he was tugging on his hair, his face damp from… tears? what is this? he doesn’t shed tears, only his selected victims do. he stiffens up, takes his fingers out of his hair and stands up.

it hurts. the gash hurts. but he won’t let his face show it.

but you already know.

“mon cher… you’re alive. i knew my little doe would make it through” that’s a lie, he didn’t. he just hoped you would- is that a bruise around your eye? and a scar on your cheek? those bastards.

“i needed to. i had to get back to you, somehow”

oh, how his heart flutters at your little statement.

“oh, my dear…” alastor puts a gentle hand on your face, examining the bruise and scar at a closer angle. “they hurt you. i’m terribly sorry i wasn’t there in your defence” you put your hand around alastor’s wrist. “you don’t need to be sorry, al. you were busy with more important things” he hums. “to me, nothing is more important than you, doe”

you smile softly up at him. then your eyes trail down his body and the smile is quickly replaced with a frown.

“alastor, you’re bleeding! oh my god!” a surge of panic goes through you, acting as if your beloved deer demon might pass away in your arms if you didn’t act quickly. alastor chuckles, trying not to wince as he does so. “my dear, no need for all the dramatics. i’m perfectly fine! hardly a scratch!” you squint your eyes at him — now was not the time for his antics.

“if you don’t make bandages appear right now, i’m not gonna have tea with you in the morning for the rest of the week”

alastor rolls his eyes but complies nonetheless, snapping his fingers as some bandage rolls appear out of thin air. he hands you them; he’ll be even more damned if he doesn’t get to spend his morning quality time with you.

“sit” you notion to the chair he usually sits in. he follows your instructions as you kneel in front of him to get at a better angle.

you begin to put the roll of cloth material around your beloved deer demon’s wound, making sure it’s not too tight but also not too loose. you look up every once in a while to see his beautiful irises already looking at you and suddenly your fingers become clumsy and your a blushing and shy mess.

“nifty killed adam, by the way” you pipe up. “ahh, the little one finally got to stab something other than bugs” you finish wrapping the bandage around him, securing it with the clip it came with.

“it’s a good thing she did, otherwise i would have. when your shield broke, everyone… i thought… you were”

“dead?”

you don’t say anything, continuing to look at a nice piece of floor board that you suddenly thought was interesting while you were still kneeling on the floor in front of alastor. he uses his pointer finger to tilt your chin up.

“my dear. my darling doe,” all those pet names made your face feel like molten lava — and you’re sure you looked the part, too. “you should know that, of all beings, adam wouldn’t have been able to kill me. he’s far too messy and lacks control”

“but your wound? he got to you”

alastor stands up from his chair, putting his hand out for you to take. of course you do, and his hand is nice and warm compared to yours as he guides you up off the floor. he’s still holding your hand as his thumb glides over your knuckles in a soothing manner.

everyone would call you crazy if you said the feared radio demon was gentle with you; so soft and careful. but the butterflies in your tummy and the flutter of your heart says that it was all meant to be… for you.

“that’s hardly a topic of conversation, mon chérie. a worthy discussion, if i may,” he puts his empty hand, that isn’t holding yours, up against your cheek, cupping it. he uses his thumb on that hand to gently caress your skin. “is how… ravishing… you still look. even after the tell tale signs of a battle” you can’t help but to lean into his touch.

“and there you go, changing the topic of conversation, again” you sigh, eyes half lidded. “i don’t hear any complaints from your end” you shake your head because no… there wasn’t anything to complain about.

“not one bit, al. not one bit”

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[lilislegacy]

I know I blow up your inbox, but I found the most Annabeth and Percy song on accident.

Little Bit Better by Caleb Hearn and ROSIE

thanks for the ask @a-menace-to-society-01!

i love your asks! also THIS SONG IS SO PERFECT. WHAT THAT HECK?? IM SOBBING

can we talk about the fact that it mentions his pain filling up new york city (where percy lives) and her pain filling up tennessee, which is a southern state right next to virginia (where annabeth grew up?)

the part that goes “the world’s on his shoulders, but he won’t fall apart” ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

i’m not even going to get into how it says they grew up thinking they were gonna have to fight alone, and now they’re holding each other in the darkness…. cause like… my gods

this has me in a chokehold, not gonna lie

everyone please go listen and comment if you are also sobbing on your kitchen floor afterwards. or bedroom floor. it doesn’t really matter

[ultra-raging-ghost]

I reached post limit so im gonna write this and save it for midnight to post later 🥰

-10:30 EST

Richas made a reference/mentioned outliving forever and bad started screaming and sobbing for a solid 2 minutes and then started talking about how no no forevers probably fine cucuruchos probably taking care of him, richas asked if thats what bad tells himself to sleep at night, if he just lies to himself and bad said yes! if all else fails, simply lie to yourself and push your true feelings down to make it through this meaningless existence :D and richas said "so if we said the sky is pink at all times a day and just lie to ourselves its ok?" and bad said yes, we already lie to ourselves all the time we just need to think about how much lying we accept :3

richas thinks dappers colorblind

bad said his chats british 😭

time to read books!

-10:40 EST

bad is making fun of us for being sad because of angst(/lh/j) and sang a brief song about us being sad and mentioned "the sun is gone" just to torment us over forever being gone. He also went f5 said something like “if you think it’s sad now… anyway..... spoilers!!" implying it will get even sadder!! (terrified)

oh theres a letter for bbh and forever :((( this might be sad now that forevers. in his place. chats crying

-10:50 EST

Bad is screaming and crying because forever will never be able to read his letter, hes literally head in hands screaming and crying and hes letting the TTS read it out

one of the qsmp purgatory programmers wrote bad a letter saying he was supposed to die more and bad said hes a bug tester at heart and richas is bullying bad because of how many bugs he found and exploited LMAO bad said he'll fudging do it again

-11:00 EST

bad found ANOTHER wall bug to glitch thru, hes insane

-11:10 EST

someone said the word forever and bad is reduced to shambles on the floor, hes crying and whining forevers name in tears and agony and he made the dying "bleh" sound like 4 times

also bad mentioned that as soon as its confirmed to the characters like in-character that max is dead theyre having a funeral for him, like bad as the grim reaper knows but he hasnt told anyone, nobodys aware of him being gone, >>>>also he was ominous and said he needed to shoot max a message oorp and refused to elaborate. what the fuck was that about badboyhalo? <<<<<

-11:30 EST

Bad and richas and pomme wanna make an elevator death trap and then call foolish over to trap/murder him <3 chat is advocating for this idea. chat also wants to see the museum, bad said yes!!! Museum time!

before that, bad is being ominously silent again and is texting off screen. that max comment earlier + this makes me worried. MOVING ON THO BC HES SINGING HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO RICHAS AND POMME GOT HIM A PRESENT FOR HIS BDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY RICHAS!!!!! (in brazil time) The present is Honey cookies! because richas got covered in honey and used as bait while they were away LMAO

Bad was talking about the 1k snow golems prank and was wondering if the cleanup team would be upset or love that, and richas said "lets say im part of that tio" and bad is now saying richas will take 100% accountability for that and will clean all of it up by himself LMAOOOO richas placed down signs saying "NO TIO I NEVER SAID THAT!! I DIDNT" and bad read them out loud as "Yes tio i agree i did say that ill do it!"

oh god bads spamming richas signs everywhere this is gonna fucking lag everything LMAOOOO richas crashed and bad kept placing until he got bored and said "yessssss richas will get in so much trouble hahaha! messing with the server!!!! bad then said "Richas always comes back" in the FNAF voice, didnt need to know you were an even bigger nerd BBH but okay /aff

-11:40 EST

Pomme is dragging bbh around on a lasso and is trapping him somewhere <3333 theyre climbing up the big ben and bad is taking SO MUCH DAMAGE he has his auto eat on

he accidentally said the word "forever" again and started crying again, his chat is in shambles.

MUSEUM TIME!!!!!!

HELP THE FUCKING ADMINS INCLUDED A DRAWING OF BAD LITERALLY STUCK IN A PADDED ROOM BASED ON HIS TIME IN JAIL, RICHAS SAID "natural habitat"

>>>>>>bad's crying again, and being horny because of how "cute" forever looks in the fanart, but mostly crying<<<<<

pomme started bullying bad because he called forever cute LMAO

tinas on!!!!!

-11:50 EST

Bad's crying again over art of him and forever in the pool he made in forevers base, the admins want to hurt him specifically/j

"treasure the wholesome moments chat, for they are just dust in the wind" -BBH 2023

bad took his totems out of his offhand again :)

Bad's crying again over another image of him and forever!!

[gothic-thoughts]

High Baby Fever

Part 3! Dio Brando x Black Fem Reader Angst

DomesticAU

TW: Miscarriage, mentions of child endangerment, mentions of murder(Just Dio tings really), NOT PROOFREAD(im sick😷🤒)

CW: Dio comforting, kidnapping, she/her pronouns

Word Count: 1742 (give or take)

Hearing soft sniffles and whimpers from across my mansion, I zoom to (Y/n)’s personal chambers and gently knock against the wood, the light thuds echoing throughout the empty corridor.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?” I rest my head against the door, “I heard you crying, my angel.”

I hear her voice curse softly so I look through the slight crack, my eyes tracking her form slowly jogging to the door and pressing against it in an attempt to keep me out.

"(Y/n), you know you can tell me anything.”

“It’s nothing, Dio. I just...I just need some space.”

“Have I upset you?"

“No! I mean, no.”

“Do not lie to me,” my forehead presses upon the door, “I could hear those sobs a mile away"

 I tried to push the door open, only for it to barely budge from the frame as the soft sniffles and gasps began again. My chest begins to tighten.

“Angel, please, this stress is not good for the baby. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You...you’re gonna hate me....”

"Never, my sweet.” I jiggle the handle harder, trying to pry it free, just to be with her, “I could never hate you. Tell me anything, anything at all."

She doesn’t respond, only leaving me with soft whimpers from behind the door. I open my mouth to speak but stop, taking in the idea that I hadn’t considered. I peek through the slit in the door to see my beloved walk to the other side of the bedroom before kicking through the door, old wood splintering and falling all over the stone floor as I burst inside.

I dusted myself off before I laid eyes on her—my sweet (Y/n)’s eyes were slightly bloodshot with a face streaked with tears. Before she could blink another tear from her lashes, she was in my arms and pressed close to my chest. I hold her tight and place a delicate kiss atop her skull then press my chin on the area as I breathe with her.

“Did you just break my door down?”

I take her chin and force her to look at me, “Now, what has upset you so much?"

Her eyes brim with water once again as she opens her mouth. She weeps again, pressing her wet, chubby face into my bare chest.

“The...the baby...”

My brow knit together. "What about the baby?" I run my fingers through the thick coils of her hair as delicate as possible, “What’s happened? Is Rose no longer healthy?”

Her muffled, broken sob was all I needed to hear as my heart tightened, a shiver running through every nerve, bone, and fiber in my body. (Y/n) shakily grabbed my hand and place it over her stomach—it had lost it's weight.

I shook my head to deny this, refusing to believe it as my eyes started stinging. I could not believe what I was hearing.

"No, no, darling. It's just some mistake; perhaps she was asleep."

“That's what I said! B-but he said...” 

 She paused to choke on more sobs so I wiped them away with my thumbs, hands trembling as I tried to keep up my strong façade for her.

"Who said that?" I tightened my grip on her, eyes wide with worry, "Tell me, who you got this....‘information’ from, because it cannot be true, you’ve only been with child for a month. You cannot just believe any--"

“The doctor told me, Dio!”

My breath hitches again. I shook my head angrily.

"Then he is a fool!" I continued wiping her tears away, mine starting to slip free, "He was wrong, dear. He was....”

“...I told you you’d hate me.”

I snap free of my denial, returning to my natural calm, collected demeanor as I guide her head up so I can see those pools of coffee glistening beautifully in the moonlight from the abundance of tears.

"Hate you...? (Y/n), my sweet...how can you say such a thing?"

Tears fell freely down her face. I took her trembling hands in mine, sickened at the thought of our loss being her fault.

"It’s never your fault, you’re smart enough to know that. How could I possibly hate you? I have never loved anyone before or after you, you’re aware of that. Darling, I need you—more than I need the next breath I take."

I held my hands to hers, pressing them to my lips and giving them a gentle kiss, all while looking at her longingly and leaning down to kiss back as passionately as ever before placing my forehead against yours, closed my eyes, savoring our togetherness.

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It had been a grueling 6 months of healing since then and for the most part, I had come to terms with the loss, yet, (Y/n) could not help but beat herself up about the whole ordeal every time she so much as breathed. It infuriated me to see her in such disarray the worst being that she wouldn’t speak to me about it. My heart shattered day in and out at the thought that I was growing to accept the death while my sweet seemed to be carrying all the weight of our shared grief. So tonight, I thought I’d set out to find her something she’d love from the streets of Egypt.

Once I return, I put it in a box and wrap it up nicely with a red bow before finding (Y/n) in our room, sitting on our bed with the same frown she had for months. I carried a large box inside with a loving smile in her direction in contrast with the confusion written all over her face as I gently set her present near the edge of the bed. I walk around the bed and take her smaller hands in mine and I just couldn’t help but smile.

"(Y/n), my darling...my love...my--”

“Dio, what is it?" She forces a chuckle, "And what is that?”

“Am I not allowed to be spontaneous? It is simply a gift for my partner.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes, I know you are still lamenting from that fateful day, and I cannot bear to see you like this anymore. And so, I got you something I thought would force that beautiful smile out again.” 

“Aww, that’s so sweet, baby; what is it?”

I pull her to her feet, guiding her over to the end of the bed where the box was. "Go on, open it.”

“Tell me what it is!”

“I'll tell you that it is fragile, so be delicate."

Giving her a soft smile, I watch in anticipation as she carefully opens the box, my heart skipping beats, just waiting to see her face and when the box is finally wide open. She gasps loudly upon seeing the slumbering, infant wrapped in its little purple blanket, even taking a couple of steps back as I smile—the brightest smile I had in ages. I gently lifted the sweet, frail thing from the cardboard, cradling him closely to my bare chest, and listening as faint, somnolent sighs exit the child’s mouth.

“Isn’t he the most precious thing you’ve ever seen?” My thumb caresses back and forth on the infant’s forehead, “My minions couldn’t find an available baby girl so I hope the sex won’t be a problem.”

(Y/n) stammers a bit, “You stole a baby?!”

I kissed the child’s cheek, “Steal is quite the term; I rescued the poor thing.”

“Where did you get him?”

“What does that matter? He’s safe now.”

“Who's baby is this?”

"I don't know, I didn't make conversation before I butchered them."

"You killed them?!"

"That's what you're surprised at?"

"Yes, wha--no! Look, I just want to know what possessed you to kidnap a fucking newborn.”

I sigh, placing the boy on the bed, smirking as he readjusts his tiny feet inside the blanket encasing him. I look at her, reaching to stroke her plump, brown cheek.

"You did."

"What? Uh, excuse me, how is any of thi—!"

"I could no longer bear to see you so unhappy about the miscarriage so I sent my minions to seek out any newborns who seemed to be improperly taken care of."

She was silent for a moment, jaw agape as she struggled to find her words. She looked past me to the baby sleeping on the bed, but her face was still unreadable as her eyes moved to concentrate on me with a very evident side-eye.

"The minions found him tonight, I went to his residence to find him underfed in a house full of cigarette smoke."

"Underfed? Oh god...did you feed him?" 

"Yes, of course. After his parents were nothing stains, I fed him anything I could find in their home and on the way here."

She strode around me and picked up the child delicately, cradling him in her arms while his little hands clenched into fists as he slept. I step close to her, glancing over her shoulder at the baby.

"Look at him, (Y/n); he's our miracle. How was I supposed to abandon such an innocent thing in the home with such a terrible couple? We can raise him to be a better man than his biological father ever was...”

She sighed, swiping her thumb back and forth across the infant's forehead as her heart swelled with more and more affection for it.

"Do you not like him? If you really can’t bring yourself to love him, I am not attached as of yet so I could discard--”

“What, no!"

"Excellent, then from here on out, I will bring myself to be the best father possible."

"That means a lot coming from you." She giggles, the sweet sound lightening the air, "You gonna teach him to be evil?"

I laughed. "That's your first thought? No, dear. I could never make him evil like me! However... I could make him my successor. A villain must have an heir, after all."

"Well does your heir have a name?"

I gently take the baby from her hands, accidentally making its eyelids flutter open to reveal bright green irises as it awakes. I smiled in amusement, unable to take my eyes off our son. He was so...sweet and innocent, especially with the slight confusion on his features.

"Whatever name was bestowed onto him by that terrible family is a waste, therefore he does not yet." I slip my thumb into the baby's fist, shaking it slowly, "Although, I do like the sound of Giorno....it's perfect."

[ur1vr]

❤️‍🩹.

hobie brown x fem! reader

tw/cw: angsty, character death (not sayin who), hobie cryinOMFG THIS HURTS TO TYPE, medium description of blood, suicidal thoughts, suicide, sad shit EVERYWHERE…I APOLOGIZE, mentions of sharp objects.

listen to so my darling-rachel chinouriri, or la lune- billie marten <3 (both fucking hurt🫡)

you’re tired. you tired of all these fucking canon events. They tire you so much. You cry in stress in your room every night, everything piles up onto you. Miguel and his harsh comments, your loved ones passing away, you failing school, your parents hating you, it just never stops. You just wish it could end, and you’ve tried. pills, the sharpened knife on your kitchen counter, trying to kill yourself in your bathtub, letting the cold water go up your nose and into your ears. you’ve tried, but nothing ever worked.

One night you thought of trying again. As you were getting up to leave your room a portal opened, but you didn’t even bother turning around. “you okay love?” the familiar voice echoed through your room. You nodded slowly, but you knew he wasn’t gonna take that as an answer. He steps in front of you, looking at you with concern and worry. “ya know you can talk to me, right? Im here if you need me.” you looked at him with glassy eyes, tears already falling. “hey hey hey whats going on love?” you tried your best to make words, despite your shaky voice. “hobie i cant- im so like..fucking tired. im tired of a-all this bullshit on me and im at my breaking point where i might just k-“ “do not say that.” hobie says sternly, but with care.

You slowly realize that his eyes are glassy too, making you break down. “we need you here, I need you here. I need you here more than anyone else on the team, m’kay?” he says while looking at you, tears threatening to spill. “Im sorry.” you say. “what are you sorry about? what do you mean?” hobies breathing slowly turning uneven. He doesn’t wanna know, but he feels like he does. Then it clicks. “oh my god no.” “nonononono” he frantically checks on you then he rolls up your sleeves. fuck. He looks at you with…an emotion you can’t decipher well, which is making you nauseous. “you said you stopped” at this point you were full on sobbing at his words. “why did you lie? i could’ve helped yo-“ you push him away for a moment, confused.

“What do you mean could’ve..?” hobie takes a deep breath. “I meant it as why didn’t you tell me while you we-“ “WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHILE??” your sadness turned into anger. “SO YOUR TELLING ME YOU CANT HELP ME ANYMO-“

“NO I CANT. I CANT HELP YOU. YOU WANNA KNOW WHY? BECAUSE ITS GOTTEN TO A POINT WHERE NOT EVEN A REGULAR PERSON LIKE ME CAN HELP. YOU NEED PROFESSIONAL HELP, CANT YOU SEE? LOOK AT YOUR ARMS LOVE AND Y-YOUR-“ hobie staggers down a bit crying and heavily breathing. “hobie..please.” “hobie look at me, talk to me please.” Hobie puts his head in hands and your heart shatters to the floor. “cmere.” he suddenly says with a scratchy voice. You immediately go to him and hug him like never before, and he hugs back just as tightly, kissing the side of your head still crying. “Im so so s-sorry hobie..please forgive me.” You plead as if he would disappear at any moment.

*time skip🫡*

you and hobie are cuddled on your bed, but you can’t sleep. You stare at your ceiling, only thinking of him. The tears that welled in his eyes, the sadness in his voice, the guilt. It made you want to cry even harder, wondering why you could’ve just fucking stopped. You turn your head to look at him, tears streaming down your face. Hes sound asleep next to you, but you just wanna wonder what hes thinking of. Does he hate you now? It scrambled through your mind. and you thought of something again, but ended up whispering it. “im so sorry hobie, i cant do this, it wont stop at all.” you kiss his forehead tearfully and get up. you find a piece of paper laying at your desk, looking up, you see pictures and polaroids of you both smiling and laughing. A picture of your first date. The kiss at the firework show. You guys at the park. you sniff as you grab a pen and start scribbling down: “im so sorry hobes, i wish i could’ve stayed longer my love. Thank you for everything, i love you so much my little spider-punk.”

You slowly get up and place the paper where you were laying down. you look at your loving boyfriend one last time, before entering the kitchen. You end up finding the knife. “He tried hiding it…” you say quietly crying. You raise the knife to your wrist, targeting your vein roughly, and the rest went from a blur to pitch black. Hobie wakes up in the middle of the night and feels an empty space on the bed. He frantically jumps and looks around the room and finds the paper. He reads it, and tears start flowing like a waterfall down his face. He immediately stands up and yells your name, trying to find you around the house…and when he finds you, its heart breaking. He finds you unconscious on the cold floor, blood slightly seeping from your arm. “nonono please PLEASE.” He yells as he picks you up, lifting your head first. “look at me baby-look at me please, please love don’t die on me my love please” he says while sobbing, trying to find any sign of life in your face.

but he finds none.

[therealslimshakespeare]

my dearest darlingest marina i need you to know you have broken me quite thoroughly and i might never ever forgive you for it as long as we both shall live ! ❣️

to clarify- ive been saving "let's fall out of love" to read later ever since you posted it cuz i didn't feel ready- didn't think i was emotionally stable enough to read it then. well, tonight ive been clearing out my list of unread fics from last year aND GODDAMN WAS I EVER RIGHT ABOUT THAT.!!!

started getting all weepy and shaky before that first courthouse bathroom conversation and i didn't ever stop 😭 sobbed so hard and for so long at the unfairness of it all (for both of them !) i gave myself an asthma attack and had to stop reading.. what really broke me was e's bittersweet and somewhat detached realization on the courthouse steps that all their kids had flocked to laney during the divorce. couldn't stop thinking abt how badly i would've wanted to tell jesse off for being sharp to his daddy, and the knowledge that elaine COULDN'T, that it wasn't quite over yet and she still had to save face for a bit longer despite how much it killed them both, despite being the only person who could truly understand just how deep elvis was hurting right then and having been the one who'd made a whole life out of loving him hard.......... the idea of him resigning himself to having lost that forever (false) and her having to go against everything in her nature to let him ache a while longer,, oh it just shattered my spirit to bits right then and there. oh god im gonna start crying again just thinking about how lonely they both made each other 💔💔💔

im literally inconsolable, even with the reasoning behind it/ knowing how it ends beforehand, and having those future timeline fics to fall back on did nOT SAVE ME like . dear GOD woman how is that even possible?!?? if i had any shred of humanity left in my body id wax poetic for three more paragraphs abt how that speaks to your truly absolutely outstanding talent as an author and worldbuilder, but alas i think i cried out everything that was keeping me sane sometime in the last half hour and now i have to go lie facedown on the floor in my hallway and die abt it all instead 👍 fantastic work as always i love all your work so much forever etc etc 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

ps: it took me the better part of an hour to type all this out since ive lost the water content of approxinately a small ocean w my tears and am doing physically poorly in response 🫠🫠 so thanks for ur patience in this trying time 😔🙏

I spun around in circles upon reading this like my poor coon dog when she had a stroke -jovially of course. Like this is the stuff every writer dreams of getting for feedback but holy smokes, your talent for screaming? Beyond my wildest dreams. I’ve always told you how much I appreciate your time and enthusiasm to tell your thoughts Mary Hope, and now is no exception. My babe and co-author @elvisabutler deserves the pleasure of reading what we’ve wrought, as well. I’ll be halving all your medical and psychiatric expenses with her. 😏

Tbh, despite knowing both imminent and longterm reconciliation was to happen after this segment, we were just as cut up about tearing them apart as you were to read it. In fact, it was worse than all the lead up fics where the passive aggressive accumulation of grievances came across as hurts but ultimately only aggravations. This is just…PAIN. Funny how what was untenable before a tragedy suddenly appears to have been idyllic after it. Anyways.

Thank you for reading, here’s some Kleenex, albuterol and do know the sequel to this divorce is in drafts, so not finished AT ALL but it is in the works.

Not that it’ll hurt much less than this one. 😈

[starsinthesky5]

OKAY HERE FOR MY SHORT AND SWEET THOUGHTS.

overall: … this album. this fucking album. ONE OF A FUCKING KIND. idk what the fuck she put in this album, but IT IS A LITERAL DRUG. sabrinia carpenter, the WOMAN YOU ARE. THIS IS AN INSTANT CLASSIC.

okay now here’s my favorites ranked with thoughts from while i listening to them for the first time:

1. good graces - MY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR. THIS IS GONNA BE ON REPEAT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. “with your favorite athlete” IS SO FUNNY LMAOOOOOOOO.

2. bed chem - OH MY GOD. THIS SONG IS UNREAL. i’m gonna need 3-7 business days to process just THIS SONG.

3. juno - real. me when i see joe fucking burrow. okay but seriously this is the cutest and smuttiest little song i love it 🤭

4. sharpest tool - HEL-FUCKING-LO??? too good. TOO GOOD. TOO FUCKING GOOD. IM NOT OKAY. IM NOT OKAY. “if that was casual then im at idiot” REAL. TOO FUCKING REAL.

5. dumb and poetic - SOBBING. SOBBING. TEARS. SHE JUST KEPT GOING. “JUST CAUSE YOU ACT LIKE ONE DOESNT MAKE YOU A MAN??” GAGGED.

6. lie to girls - SABRINIA IM CRYING GIRL. IM NOT OKAY.

7. coincidence - DRAG HIM. DRAG HIM. “YOUR CAR DROVE ITSELF FROM LA TO HER THIGHS.” HOLY SHIT?? OMG??? GAGGED.

8. don’t smile - REAL. ALL A MAN FUCKING DO IS LIE. even though this song is literally so sad, i literally wanna shake my ASS to this song.

9. please please please - song of the summer for a reason. also i hope that the rumors they broke up aren’t true ☹️

10. taste - GAGGED. CERTIFIED BOP. THE MUSIC VIDEO???

11. espresso - MHM. MHM. a classic. it should be ILLEGAL for how catchy this song is.

12. slim pickings - “SINCE THE LORD FORGOT MY GAY AWAKENING” LMAOOOOO. one thought: 🤠

brb. listening to this masterpiece again.

we are the same person bc YAS.

- with your favorite athlete KILLED ME

- juno: this is the joe song.

- JACK ANTONOFF COOKED WITH SHARPEST TOOL. LIKE YES JACK GO OFF WITH THAT PRODUCTION.

- don’t smile fr makes me want to shake ass idc

[docwritesshit]

Hi dear༼⁠ ⁠つ⁠ ⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠ ⁠༽⁠つ Author how about One shot pregnancy

Ao Lie (⁠灬•‿•灬)

The same lover Ao lie

Ooooooo

Will do!

Note: this kinda corresponds to the fort Ao Lie oneshot I did a bit back, and I researched a bit how ancient China could tell you were pregnant early on so if Im wrong, I'm sorry

The sun shone through the window, the gentle ray laid across the room, over the man laid in the bed still sleeping soundly.

You appreciated the sight, slightly shaking as you quadruple checked the little paper you got from the doctor

The line congratulating you was still there, the doctor estactic to inform you of the ‘happy pulse’. The tear pricked your eyes. You couldn’t decipher the flood of emotions raging through your body as of right now. Joy? Grief of losing your body for months? Anxiety? Fear of what he would say?

You never really discussed kids before now, and you knew all he wanted was peace in your little oasis. How would a kid change that?

You heard the sheets start to shuffle, and you looked up as your lover stretched, yawning a bit. He looked over to you, a soft smile gracing his lips.

“Good morning pearlie, you’re up early.” He commented.

You attempted to give a small smile of your own.

“I had to visit the doctor in town for a bit. I haven't been feeling well as of late and wanted to assess myself.” You replied. Ao Lie’s eyes widened, raising himself off the bed.

“Why did you tell me? I could have gone with you,” He said. You chuckled, walking over to him, and holding out the parchment.

“I think you’ll have a different reaction when you see the diagnosis.”

He took the parchment, giving you a wary look. Then he looked at it. And read it. For a bit.

You stood waiting for his reaction, and waiting…

“Ao Lie?” You prompted.

He looked up at you finally, and you saw tears pour out of his eyes.

“I’m gonna be a dad?” He asked. Your own tears started to fal, and you nodded.

He surged forward and wrapped his arms around you, placing his head in the crook of your neck as he sobbed. Your knees buckled and you both fell to the floor as you cried into each other's arms.

“We’re gonna be parents.” You choked out. He nodded, looking up and placing a kiss to your cheek.

“Our little oasis is becoming more chaotic.” You informed him. He shook his head, and smiled.

“I think it just got better.”

[imaginethathaikyuu]

gna ping u here cause u said u have notifs on this blog hehehe <3 buT YES HELLO ilu ur such a light in my life and every time i see u in my notifs i sob just a lil <3

i miss ur writing but also ! like im happy if ur doing other stuff that makes you just as happy!!!! :D tell me bby what have u been up to!!!! hows ur life hows ur day what did u have for breakfast todayyyyy?

(yeah, it's vi like pie, and not vi like pee. but do think "v" would be a cute nickname for her) sldkfjsdi

THANK UUUU SEE NOW I SEE IT IN A REASONABLE TIME!!!!

i dont remember what i had for breakfast today. oh cereal. oh and ive been eating spaghetti os again i know its child behavior but i havent had them since i was a child. i saw them at the grocery store. i bought 4 cans and i ate them up liiiike im sorry they might be in my top 5 foods? i’m sorry they are a culinary experience that cannot be found elsewhere? im sorry my spaghetti is o’s and yours isnt? is it a crime to indulge?

anyway

ive actually kind of been writing a lot but its so hard like im going to throw a tantrum. im going to lay face down on the floor. if you could see the mess that is the dont lie to me chap 2 document you would not even want to read a word of it. so instead of fixing 26k words (oh my god that hurts. thats so many words) i just STARTED OVER I STARTED TO REWRITE IT AND I DONT RECOMMEND IT because it is hard and annoying and stupid.

anyway

that is how ive been doing! how are u!!!! what is on ur to do list how have u been surviving winter!!!!! i am about to go dig for a specific fic of urs that i wanted to read forever ago but then my reading fics era ended but its starting again ;D im gonna reblog with all my thoughts on my fic blog @stevesworld96 so be prepared for more of my thoughts to hit ur timeline ;D ily pookie ookie

[mariamakeslemons]

Spooktober 2024: Day 28 Freddy Kruger

Warning: Reader is gender neutral, very mild violence

Gaz startles awake when you jolt up in bed with a sob. He’s up and turning on the light to see you as you gasp and shiver, clinging to yourself desperately.

“Love? Love, what’s wrong?” he asks, gently turning your head toward him, before freezing at the sight of your whole face. Two long scratches trail down your cheek, not deep but bleeding all the same. His fingers gently trails over the scratches, making you flinch and turn your head away from him.

“Love,” he whispers, “What happened?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you whisper, moving to lay back down. Gaz stops you, frowning at the wall you seem to be giving him.

“Love,” he tries again, “Please, what happened? How can I help?” The look you give him screams that you don’t think he’ll believe you and it breaks his heart. However, you sigh and reluctantly talk.

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“Wait,” Soap cuts in once Gaz finishes retelling the tale of Fred Kruger that you told him, “Yer sayin’ tha’ th’ bastart can jump in t’ dreams? An’ kill ‘em?!”

“That’s how it was explained t’ me,” Gaz admits, “They said he had trouble gettin’ to ‘em ‘cause of th’ distance.”

“N’ now there’s a chance th’ fucker will come ofter us,” Ghost rumbles, crossing his arms thoughtfully. He nods once before leaning on the table, “Well, let’s show tha’ fucker why ‘e shouldn’ fuck wit’ y’r Love.” Gaz huffs, still amused at your strange friendship with Ghost. The giant of a man had a soft spot with you, acting like an older brother to your shenanigans, indulgent in ways that he’s not with Gaz or Soap.

“Cheers t’ that,” Price agrees, “Don’t panic ‘f you get pulled in and memorize the weapon you’re most comfortable with. We’re gonna want t’ bring it with us.” The other three men nod in agreement, clinking their beers together at the plan.

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Gaz lays down beside you in bed for sleep, and opens his eyes to a strange hall. Rising from the floor, he rolls his shoulders and summons his uniform, hands wrapping around the familiar SCAR-H as the M19 sits in his thigh holster.

“Hey Kruger!” Gaz yells, “Show up, Pussy!” He listens closely for any indication, thinking of his dream allowing him to hear things he’d normally miss due to other noise. Footsteps sound behind him, making him spin around, gun raising at the ready. Only, he ends up pointing it at you.

“Kyle, I told you!” you exclaim worriedly, “Shit, you need to wake up.”

“No,” he refutes, “I’m not leavin’ you t’ face a psycho on your own.” You look at him, looking at his face for some kind of weakness or to reveal it all to be a lie. Gaz stares down at you, looking at you with love and support, smiling when you sigh.

“Alright,” you agree reluctantly, “But we stay together.”

“Course,” he agrees, “We gotta find the others, though.” You blink up at him, your mouth dropping open in shock.

“You told your team?!”

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Finding the others had been luckily easy, but finding Kruger is a harder feat.

“So, where’s th’ livin’ bacon?” Soap asks you, making you sputter a laugh as Ghost and Price chuckle. Gaz smirks at your laughter, only for it all to stop as an unfamiliar laugh cuts through the air.

“If I’m bacon,” a man rasps, “then you must be… PIGS!!” He leaps out at the group, a glove with knives on his fingers swinging at them. Ghost yanks you out of the way as both Gaz and Soap fire at the fucker in the air. The bastard snarls and moves through the air, obviously trying to make Soap and Gaz shoot each other.

“Fuck off,” Price growls, nailing a solid shot in the fucks head. He flips in midair and lands on his back, seemingly dead.

“He’s not dead,” you whisper before any of them can walk up to check, “He’s too strong here.”

“Not really,” Ghost offers, “We did shoot ‘im in th’ ‘ead.”

“Yeah,” Gaz agrees, “He’s not all that smart either.”

“…stop…” the crusty fuck groans. Gaz narrows his eyes as he realizes that Kruger seems to be see-through right now. Glancing at Price, Gaz shares a knowing smirk with his Captain before staring the fuck down.

“A stupid piece of shite that doesn’t know ‘ow to stay dead,” Price scoffs while Soap cackles cruelly.

“Aye, ‘e’s a right bawbag,” Soap growls, “Makes me wanna boke.”

“Shut up!” the shit howls, even as he fades. Gaz opens his mouth to offer up another insult when you step toward him.

“It’s over, Freddy,” you growl, “You lose.” You pull back your fist as your expression changes into a burning rage, before slamming you fist into his barely-there form. He howls wordlessly as he shatters, fading from existence and leaving the team standing at your back. You pant out softly, “That was for Nancy.”

“Love,” Gaz calls, making you turn to face him, “It’s done.”

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Morning finds Gaz opening his eyes, looking over your peacefully sleeping face. No more nightmares, no more Kruger, no more risk of watching you die helplessly in bed.

“Mornin’,” you mumble, your eyes barely open as Gaz looks back at your face. He grins and presses a kiss to your lips.

“Good morning,” he answers, “We owe th’ others at least two beers each.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you whine playfully, laughing when Gaz peppers kisses all over your face to prevent you from rolling over.

“No use if y’ don’t want Soap whinging,” Gaz points out, rolling out of bed. You huff and rise with him, neither of you scared of what waits for you.

[nutzworth]

its 6/12! i HAVE to read homestuck! i didnt read ANY last month. oops

DAY 9: JUNE 12, 2024

STATS: read for 2 hours and 30 minutes pages read: 1903-2068. 165 pages. act 5!!!!!! page 2000! slur count: 13 + 0 = 13 silly count: 13 + 0 = 13 piss count: 2/3

THOUGHTS: ohhh my god. ok not much original thought here but by god did a lot happen

ok LOTS OF TROLLS. this time. but we will get into that later

johnkat is so funny. karkat just kind of sucks. i guess were getting into it now HES SO FUNNY! hes so mean. esp to his troll friends in act 5. he has no whimsy and no fun. he loves to lie. hes oppressed hes a MUTANT yet he wants to join the military. even though the military would KILL HIM for being who he is. ohhh my god. his clean ass room. his romcoms. he loves romcoms. he sucks at programming. he keysmashes in here WHATEVER. back to the kids

soooo much guardian lore... so much LORE. i love nanna and i love pa harley. and their upbringing THEYRE SO WEIRD.

(about pa harley) ADVENTURE!!!! oh my god. "She can handle it, he tells her. He believes in her." AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! HOPE PLAYER! i love the hope aspect im gonna go crazy in act 6 when jake is there. but right now? this is FOOD. im EATING IT UP!

michael guy bowman is so john egbert voice. its canon that dave strider is a whiteboy and that michael guy bowman is literally john egbert and thats IT.

dave is being so rude and mean to terezi. for the girl that said to john "WOW. MAKING FUN OF A BLIND GIRL? FUCKED UP!!!!!" she sure does turn a blind eye (LOOOL) to dave being like "yeah me and this guy? all up best friends. you know why? we can both see. and were going to this see party and theres so much shit and paintings and its great. to look at. and FUCK YOU. for being BLIND." and terezis cackling about her wonderful D4V3 1S TH1S YOU? drawings. theyre funny

[S] DESCEND!!!!!!!!! oh my god. what a flash. this would make me crazy if i was an upd8 reader. JACK NOIR IS INSANE. HE JUST KILLS EVERYONE! the music is sooo good too. it matches so well. its SCARY.

speaking of jack noirs destruction: ok here's more about wv. this is probably so surface level but it drives me crazy i need to restate it ok wv is a regular ass farmer. hes normal. the WAR comes. hes like GOD THIS SUCKS! he starts a revolution. he unites both sides. hes radical hes powerful and by god is he AWESOME. he faces jack noir. him and his big ass army. jack noir KILLS ALL OF THEM. ALL OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEYRE ALL DEAD! except wv. which hussie puts it in the recap "Jack then killed the entire rebellion army, sparing only WV?. Perhaps to leave a survivor to tell the story, or perhaps out of respect for a fellow mutineer. Only he knows." WHAT????? WHAT!???? OKAY and so wv is surrounded by his brethren. his friends. his army. ALL DEAD. and at the same time prospit falls to skaia. and out from it is johns dream self. and a PLUSHIE. OF JACK NOIR.

this is insane. its like humiliating. its awful. its like jack is laughing at wv's face. oh my god. anyway wv rips it apart and hes real for that. I LOVE YOU WV!!!!!!!!!!!

not to mention PM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! let me just put some badass images in here. so you know

SHES SICK!!!!!!!!!!!!! shes pissed off shes SO pissed off. she kills hb and uses his walkie talkie to call over jack noir. shes standing on that hill with the blood of jack's coworker flowing in the adjacent creek holding both the crowns covered in blood. she gets the promised package and SHOVES it in johns arms and storms off. shes PISSED OFF!!!! RIGHTFULLY SO! OH MY GOD!

and then the PACKAGE.... obviously you KNOW im crazy about the jake english cameo. but also....

this made me crazy. i like almost cried. oh my god. shes JUST DEAD. ON THE FLOOR. JOHNS SITTING THERE READING THESE LETTERS AND JADE IS DEAD!!!! IN FRONT OF HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sob. oh my god. and he sheds One tear. and then jack comes to kill him

i loooove how homestuck goes panel-heavy sometimes... along with the short "a [...] is [...]. [...], [...]." which makes no sense in writing. let me give you some examples

i love it. it makes the reading more poetic and slow. its like, make your own opinions on the subject matter. its matter-of-fact. its simple. its SAD. its like this event is so disconnected from everything were going in third person to describe it. its curt and its AWESOME. I LOVE IT!!!! i think if skaia had dialogue or narration or anything this is what it would sound like. it would give you pictures and a short description, and it would say "go fetch".

ok recap. not much but hussie says "Back in the meteor lab, John began the ectobiology session which appeared to have been prepared for him in advance by the guardians who had just been there." which i think is so cute. the guardians prepared it FOR him.... homestuck is truly a story about kids and the things that control/lead them. guardians/skaia/fate/each other/first guardians(bec, doc scratch). even the story itself. so awesome

THEN ACT 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the silly name for alternia translates to "turd odor fuckball" which is funny. and karkats silly name translates to "nookstain bulgereek" which makes sense

whats REALLY interesting to me is karkats parallels with dave. even in these first few pages karkat is SO SIMILAR to him. both slice their teasing names in half and say that they dont have time. theyre "Kind of a big deal, ok?". they have a need to seem "cool". karkat narration has the line "This was not the coolest thing you could have done just now." which threw me for a loop: i never thought of karkat needing to seem Cool. but he does he wants to. hes a leader. he pretends to be a leader. he doesnt want to show to sollux that he thinks highly of him cus he needs to seem COOL. i love karkat

alternia is a planet full of tragedy. they need to sleep in sopor slime to assuage the nightmares of "blood and carnage". theyre surrounded by so much evil and destruction that they need DRUGS EVERY NIGHT to be normal. auuugh.

honestly i pity gamzee waaaay more than i pity karkat. karkat has it good for all i care in the beginning. hes just not sharing his blood color. GAMZEE THOUGH? everyone thinks hes annoying. you can tell hussie writes him as if he's a joke; its clear hussie hates gamzees character and wants you to hate him too. but i cant. hes a hippie and an addict and a black boy. and i feel SO BAD that hes written like that. he could have been great if he wasnt in this situation :-( im sorry gamzee

rip sollux you would have loved reddit

karkat at the end of the karkat/sollux convo kills me. "hey i know we just bantered about how much we hate each other and stuff, but are we still friends?" hes so cute. are we still friends. yeah... yeah. and sollux is like "you say this EVERY TIME. are you joking" and karkats like "Yeah. Yeah im joking haha. Sure am" the poor guy. just wants friends THEYRE JUST KIDS!!!!!! SOB!!

i love terezi. shes so ANNOYING. and i love her for it. shes just fooling around all the time. she wants to piss people off. "Ohhhh karkat youre sooooo handsome and heroic!" hahahahahaha. she does NOT care. "But all of your scalemates are alive to you. ... At least you pretend to believe that to annoy people." SHES SO FUNNY! she gives NO fucks. i love how shes drawn too

then karkat comes in all like HEY TEREZI. IM THE LEADER!!!!!!!! FUCK YOU! what an asshole. but terezi dont care. you know what she does? "lol ok." and then "yeah the leader goes on this badass and seriously cool heroic adventure and hes awesome. and me (the second in command) gets to sit down and do nothing and be bored and its no fun" and karkats like "YEAHHH!!!! IM THE HERO! WOOOO!" and then it cuts to the actual game and terezis been fooling around with her gamey god powers. hahahahahahaha so awesome

okay thats it. i love aradia i saw like 2 of her. maaaybe ill read more this summer :-) bye bye thanks!

[sugar-omi]

(swiftie asker) OH MY GOD YOU GET IT. YOU UNDERSTAND. THIS IS ... EVERYTHING??? THIS IS THE MOMENT????? THIS IS ALL THAT EVER WAS AND ALL THAT EVER WILL BE???????? HELLO???????????? your english teacher is so based for that btw i know damn well i'd be digging claw marks into that desk DKJNCFJ

IF THERE WAS EVER ANYBODY WHO UNDERSTOOD BAXTER WARD IT WOULD BE YOU. BECAUSE YOU FUCKING GET IT, YOU UNDERSTAND THE ASSIGNMENT AND YOU RAN WITH IT LIKE THE GODDAMN WIND. "promises oceans deep, but never to keep" OUGHNGGFJGH IT'S SO BAXTER . ESPECIALLY SINCE ANY OCEAN MOTIF OF ANY KIND IMMEDIATELY ROLLS IN THOUGHTS OF COVE....... FUCKKK DUDE

dude. LOML /IS/ BAXTER CODED HOLY FUCKING SHIT ARE YOU SERIOUS??? "you cinephile in black and white", "in your suit and tie, in the nick of time", "MR. STEAL YOUR GIRL, THEN MAKE HER CRY"... how did i not see this before what the fuck . ???!?! i'm a fake fan fr /j ...

no but seriously. THE WAY THE SONG HAS REFERENCES TO ILLICIT AFFAIRS, YET ANOTHER BAXTER/MC CODED SONG??? the connection between illicit affairs's "they lie and they lie and they lie a million little times" and loml's "you told me i'm the love of your life about a million times" FUCK DUDE I'M CONVINCED TAYLOR KNEW WHAT SHE WAS DOING WHEN SHE RELEASED THESE TRACKS BECAUSE IT'S JUST TOO PERFECT.

"i wish i could un-recall how we almost had it all" and "you're the love/loss of my life" as both baxter AND mc mourning what could have been if they were two different people...if they'd met under different circumstances, in different periods of their lives. if they had one, two, a thousand more chances to get it right. if they weren't built to fall apart - destined to find and then lose each other as if it was nothing. if mc is the moon and cove is the sun, then baxter is the ever-buoying ocean - destined to forever reflect their light and be swayed from shore to shore by mc's magnetic pull - but the way they dip below his horizons by dawn as if melting into him, it's nothing more than the illusion of touch; the ghost of something he might have had once but can't hope to yearn for again.

OKAY I THINK I'VE BEEN RAMBLING WAY TOO MUCH FOR A COMFORTABLE-TO-READ TUMBLR ASK SKJDFKDFJD... truly i will never get over how you just took my silly little thoughts and absolutely TOOK OFF with them, i'll literally never be the same after "that'd be too selfish. he couldn't be that selfish." DUDE LIVES WERE CHANGED. PEOPLE DIED. (it's me, i'm people) so all of this is just to say YOU HAVE DONE IT ONCE AGAIN . ABSOLUTE ICON . 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

"if mc is the moon and cove is the sun, then baxter is the ever-buoying ocean - destined to forever reflect their light" + ".. the way they dip below his horizons by dawn as if melting into him, it's nothing more than the illusion of touch; the ghost of something he might have had once but can't hope to yearn for again."

IS FUCKING CRAZY. OH MY GOD. IM GOING TO SOB??? IM.. IM ON THE FLOOR?? THE WALL???? SHIT, MY LIFE WAS CHANGED JUST NOW AFTER THAT PARAGRAPH. WHAT THE FUCK. like excuse me while i go tattoo such a GUT WRENCHING BUT SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN, SUCH A POETIC PARAGRAPH ON MY EYELIDS !!!!!

AND YES YES YES "you're the loss of my life" IS FUCKING CRAZY. I WAS GRIPPING MY STUFFED ANIMAL WITH BOTH HANDS. THAT WAS SO CRAZY N SO FUCKING TRUE

IN FACT. THATS LITERALLY BAXTER'S LINE???? baxter meeting you again, be it when you help plan scott and jude's wedding or when you marry cove, THAT IS HIS FUCKING LINE, ESPECIALLY IF YOU DON'T GET BACK TOGETHER WITH HIM..

literally screaming rn, i will not be able to sleep at all omg... i'm gonna be thinking about that reflecting their light line all fucking night... LIKE I KNOW IT SOUNDS LIKE IM EXAGGERATING BUT I AM GENUINELY SHAKEN /POS. YOU HAVE ME IN A DEATH GRIP RN ISTG

i love your mind. my writing freak as been matched. you are brilliant 😭👏👏👏👏

also im trying to listen to more of the songs on ttpd but istg i cannot hear if i cant see words so im checking the lyrics and. THE SMALLEST MAN TO EVER LIVED? BAXTER CODED ANDI NEED YOU TO HEAR ME OUT

"was any of it true? / gazing at me starry-eyed in your jehovah witness suit / who the fuck was that guy?" + "and i dont even want you back, i just want to know / if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal"

THAT LINE. "i just want to know if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal" THIS IS SO PERFECT FOR IF YOURE STILL MAD AT BAXTER EVEN 5 YEARS LATER.

and listen, i have somewhere to be in the morning so i can't wax poetry abt this line right now, imma type some shit up later bc i am going CRAZY but literally even though baxter gave you such a lovely time, and even though you knew it was going to end. even though you hoped he'd stay for awhile..

the way he wraps you up in his arms so sweetly, smiles at you so handsomely... he has you hooked on him like a drug only to turn you away, blame you for your addiction to him. blamed you for still yearning for the temporary but euphoric effects of his love...

[sparkedblaze]

humbly begging you to write The Incident where jack touches (maybe outright takes) morris’ blankie

jack doesn’t know how or why it’s so important, but morris is always clinging to it. it’s not even a particularly nice blanket. he wants to know why it’s so special. he wants to know if maybe it’ll make him feel better too if he hides away and hugs it like morris does. in general, it’s just way too tempting to resist when he sees it on the edge of morris’ bed.

*is literally putting off eating to finally be able to write this*

T/w: violence.

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Jack didn't mean to outright take the blanket. He'd only meant to look at it, honest.

But, he'd seen how it comforted Morris, and he wanted to know if it worked for everyone. He wanted to know if the blanket had magic or something. It didn't look like anything special. Nothing like the blanket Miss Medda had given him.

So what was his deal?

One night, while the Delanceys were having supper (Miss Medda had started making them all eat separate so the brothers wouldn't fight with Jack), he snuck into their room.

His fingers slid against the worn material. He knew Morris had had it for a long time. He knew that it meant a lot to him. That it was the only thing that could usually calm him.

And still, he pulled it off the bed, wrapping it around himself, pulling it tight as he closed his eyes.

That's when the door opened.

His eyes flew open, and there was Morris, eyes wide with panic as Oscar stood behind him.

Jack didn't even have time to explain when the first blow struck him, Morris lashing out in a flurry of fists and elbows.

He didn't know how else to react. He didn't know what to do. No one else had ever touched his blankie. No one else was allowed to, with only the exception of Oscar.

Jack ended up curled on the floor, curled in the fetal position with his arms holding his head.

It didn't matter. The damage had been done. His face was bloodied and bruised, and he was crying when Morris was finished.

He looked up, tears streaming freely down his face.

Oscar dragged him up by the scruff of his neck, shoving him toward the door. "If you gon' tell again, don't even think o' mentionin' Mo. Tell her I done it, you understand?"

Jack nodded, running for the door, slamming it behind him as he hiccupped out his sobs.

Medda, hearing the boom of the door, had gone running for the boys' rooms.

"Jack?" she asked, looking around for him, finding him pressed against the brothers' door, beaten and bloodied and bruised. "Jack!"

She rushed toward him, kneeling a ways away, holding her arms out to him. Jack, of course, immediately ran into her arms, sobbing against her.

"I ain't meant to- I ain't wanted to make 'em mad-" he could hardly speak through his wheezing sobs.

Medda shushed him, rubbing his back gently. "Sh sh sh... It's okay, Jack..."

"Morris-he..." Jack sobbed again, holding tighter to Medda, bracing himself to lie to her as he remembered Oscar's threat. "He tried to stop 'im..."

"I know, dear..." she murmured, starting to pat his back, trying to shake the sobs free, trying to get him calm. "Let's go get you cleaned up... We'll find you something cold to soothe the pain, alright?"

At his nod, she led him to the bathroom in the hall, helping him to sit up on the counter, pulling the first aid kit out from under it.

~

Oscar had wrapped himself almost entirely around Morris, the blanket held tightly between them, and the younger of the two was crying against his older brother's chest.

"Mo, you're alright. You okay... You gonna be okay..." He murmured against Morris's temple.

He started humming softly, rocking them as he held Morris tighter. He would deal with the little bastard later, but for now he had to focus on making sure Mo was okay.

From that day on, Morris took that blanket everywhere. He kept it in his sight, in his hands, at all times.