#Im just naturally skilled bitch is the best line ever

[1800duckhotline]

Ok ok so I gotta know, what is Salice's dynamic with everyone in the party? Does she generally get along with them or would she feed them to the wolves if it wasn't for the brain worms?

A/n: This is long. im sorry. this goes under readmore. What playing the game for 2 week straight does to a mf

SO ITS FUNNY. Salice is generally a kind of dry, sarcastic bitch that generally doesn't particularly enjoy 'befriending' people. The only person she's ever been truly friends with is her is her best friend & (previously) colleague Allen Owen, a wizard of the school of conjuration, who she met when she was studying law way long ago, like 10 years or so prior to the start of the story.

At the start she's kind of neutral towards everyone due to the Circumstances. she is kind of a bitch, and rude, but due to the situation (that being, you know, the brainworms and possible transformation into an illithid) she tries to be less of an asshole simply because she does not want to risk being killed by the few people she's met that are sound of mind and not Absolute fanatics

This is also me generally throwing spice on the concept as a whole since the game isn't really full ofliberties in terms of shaping your tav's personality. In general, she tries to do the good thing, but can be a dick about it, and isn't against doing scummy stuff if it means getting to the bottom of things or resolving matters without necessarily risking certain death. This means she's generally more likely to get along with Shadowheart, Wyll, Gale, and even Karlach. I imagine with Lae'zel and Astarion the relationship is definitely on the neutral side. She doesn't really hate anyone but doesn't really like Astarion tbh lol

She has issues with being closed-off and has difficulty opening up to people. She has a full-on machismo complex caused by her father and tends to be very competitive when it comes to putting in show her skills especially when she meets masculine people like her (regardless if they're men or not), HOWEVER...Circumstances make this a little easier to break through.

TO PUT IT SHORT BECAUSE I'M ALREADY RAMBLING:

Wyll: They're pretty good friends by the time of Act 2 (where I've played until now), they bond over the fact that they are warlocks stuck in bad contracts with bitch devils. Unfortunately he's genuinely a fully good person which means she feels too bad to truly talk to him about Her Contract and who Her Patron is bc it's a weird, and not exactly "good-natured" story lol. I imagine he thinks of her as someone he can relate to due to their similar situations but I can't think he'd be exactly approving of the selfish reasons behind her pact.

Gale: I have to be frank she initially finds him weird and awkward but very very fast starts liking him - he's the one she's most likely to get feelings for, truth be told, because Salice has a weakness for nerds of that type. That and it seems fated (to her) that she ends up being chummiest with wizards, for one reason or another. She does not handle her own feelings well tho so if I had to write the whole thing instead of having to follow the way the game does it it'd be a liiiiiiiiiittle complicated.

Also consolidated because of this insane ass line

Because she probably does in fact NOT bathe that much during adventuring. Anyways . I can't fully develop thoughts now. Tl;dr they get along well. Much to everyone's surprise

Astarion: boy she can't stand his ass....she feels sorry for him and everything like it sucks obviously. He had a shitty life. But she honestly sometimes is like "king just because you have been miserable you don't need to make everyone else miserable too. whats with you". The feeling is otherwise mutual I imagine because he also is like "this bitch has the audacity to tell me how to act after 200 years of Torture when she's in a contract with a fucking DEVIL.." which he is right for also. but they can be friendly sometimes. She lets him drink from her and such because she dgaf that much. frenemies. Would hit it if he acted straightforward for once though

Shadowheart: Salice would think she's okay and feels sorry for her that she's devoted to the point of mindlessly accepting her own suffering as part of her devotion. She doesnt care that shadowheart is a follower of Shar, she just thinks she needs to reevaluate at what point her religion should override her own comfort. Another case of damn that sucks on salice's part and Shadowheart also thinks Salice is fine herself, evenif she thinks it's weird that after opening up to her about her own struggle Salice has basically like. Said almost nothing about herself to her. Is considering holding her at knifepoint just to know ANYTHING (this is because salice is paranoid about sharing anything abt herself). But little does she know all she needs is a little alcohol and salice will be babbling in no time

Lae'zel: I think she and Lae'zel are on good terms because of a few things: Salice is cutthroat and can also fight well and LOVES to fight, honestly. they definitely banged once (and fought for dominance while doing it) but salice was like that was awesome but i think im good for a while (clueless about things to come) (Faerun's most sexually repressed woman [in the sense she likes showing off but can't take back what she dishes out]). Salice is just like, nice to Lae'zel because she's like what am i gonna do? Act like a bitch to her when she's helpful and surprisingly refreshing to be around ? Absolutely not. They're good friends who spar sometimes

Karlach: Salice likes Karlach because she thinks she's so Genuine and its so Rare to see . And as a result salice feels a little inadequate to being her friend but, considering everything and their shared passion for fighting, she does what she can to help her out. Even if it ain't the easiest task sometimes. I gotta think about this specific dynamic some more, but in general, they're on friendly terms. But Karlach wishes that salice was a little nicer and less of a cunt at times (not directly at her but at the others & people in general)

(smiles painfully) i think that's it. for now. Anyway. Thank oyu for the question i hope it helps

[aweirdofangirl]

I just finished Heartbreak High and the characters are my new obsessions. Amerie and Malakai have a certain level of foolishness that makes me love them together, but I’m not overwhelmed or sick of them because we don’t get enough time with them. Darren’s line about being hard to love made me cry for the first time in a long time and anytime they were on screen with Cash I was kicking, screaming, and crying. I wish that I had a show like this as representation in high school because I could’ve avoided taking a lot of wrong steps with my autistic friend, Quinni reminds me so much of them and I just love how whole and real and gay she is.

I also have to give a round of applause to my favorite side characters Ant and Missy because I’m never moving on from them. I’m sorry, it’s never happening, they’re just like me fr. 

I still don’t know how the Mardi Gras episode was able to break me into a million little pieces while also managing to be some of the funniest television I’ve ever seen (specifically Cash dancing). 

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

The way everyone is so friendly with Karna and not Arjuna is weird to me because lore-wise wasn't it Arjuna who was loved by everyone and Karna everyone was weary of cause he was this weird piebald burnt guy who was always being rude? (I know he didn't mean it it was just no social skills but still he's known for saying things people aren't happy to hear! It's literally a skill!)

yeah its definitely strange. especially because arjuna's whole 'dark side' thing is meant to be...more of a secret? like in his bond profile it mentions he loved his brothers, parents, and people and was loved in return, 'and yet...' which implies that a lot of his problems were something that he did/does his best to conceal from others. so like why do so many of his interactions have this undercurrent of hostility from the other side? like do they know? like he's definitely standoffish, don't get me wrong, but that doesn't explain why other servants don't seem to like him. i feel like i read somewhere that masters can find his personality to be tension inducing despite how passive and butler-like he can be, but i can't find it now, although im sure some of that is due to his reticence to being understood.

AT THE SAME TIME

he's literally never followed through with this stated declaration of killing people who have seen his true face?

we've seen him with two masters- hakuno and ritsuka, and while he sort of just keeps hakuno at arms length the entire time ritsuka basically sees everything and he literally is just like ':( sorry you had to see that' and they work it out. like for as much as they keep harping on about how he'd kill someone who'd try to find out his true nature or DID find out his true nature he's never even threatened us. like. its a defense mechanism.

and then in comparison we have karna, who is SUPPOSED to suffer from foot-in-mouth syndrome, but someone who's supposed to be this sarcastic, snippy warrior who while having people's best interests at heart isn't usually able to express that and usually creates more misunderstandings than he can clear up doesnt often DO that...like why couldn't we have gotten an interlude where we cleared up some issue that he created by accident and couldn't figure out what went wrong? why can't we have him be a bitch now and then? and why does EVERYONE sans arjuna like him, there should be SOME people who are at the very least more hooked up on etiquette or something who feel like he insulted them or something, or are just 'eh' about him. at the very least it seems very strange to tell us arjuna is loved more than karna and then show us the complete opposite.

and ik that some people have said the nezha line is like, they admire arjuna but it really feels like it could go either way? i can see why you'd say that but when you see what they say for karna in comparison it feels much less starstruck. arjuna makes them nervous and they feel (sympathy most likely) for karna like.... :/ ok well why dont u go marry him then.

scathach's comment in e pluribus unum is something else i wanted to bring up and am using this as an excuse to, bc i saw someone mention it was probably more a combination of her teacherly tendencies+ the fact his heart wasn't in what he was doing in america, and I do actually agree with that! its just...we don't ever really get anything to refute her/show IN TEXT that that's what's going on. he does destroy 29 demon pillars at once (SEXY AS HELL I MIGHT ADD) but that's with pashupata, and scahatch is built up as this incredibly big badass who's basically the top dog when it comes to fighting, and her comment does come off as a bit... eh... dismissive? of a guy who's supposed to be one of the best archers in the world? who's been practicing archery since he was a small child? at the very least it would've been nice if we'd gotten a scene later where she DID acknowledge him once he left the celtic side, but i guess that would've been asking too much

TLDR: give me the aeaean sea event NOW dw i want arjuna friend time

[kpopchangedme]

Im Jaebeom | Pregnancy!au [M]

Jaebeom read so many baby-related books he's forgotten how to enjoy some simple pleasures... (Oh, and you are obviously cranky and hormonal but he knows better than to tell you that!)

Protagonists: Im Jaebeom & You

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: NSFW - Newly Weds - Romance - Angst - Pregnancy - Pregnancy sex- Smut || [Drabble 2k]

Prompts: “I can’t help the fact that I’m so goddamn moody all the freaking time” + “Should have gotten a puppy.” [Anon]

Lyly's note: Is this sexy pregnancy!au worthy of Things I Wish I Knew or what? lol. Pregnant ladies, go get some! ;)

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You let out a loud swear, stepping on a phone charger someone has somehow abandoned in the middle of the living room. It freaking hurts, like a tiny torture device, tore the sensitive skin of your foot. Of course, when you sit on the couch to examine it, it looks perfectly fine. 

“Should've gotten a damn puppy,” You curse again under your breath, unreasonably livid. 

Instantly, the guilty party's head pops out of the doorframe to his office. “Honey!” Jaebeom considers you from head to toe in outrage, “The Shrimp has ears.”

That's his thing now that the third-semester started; obsessing about auditory development and what the baby is able to hear. Swears, news coverage of dramatic events and loud quarrels are strictly prohibited. He plays music whenever he has the chance, boasting about how you are growing a music whiz. 

Ever since he read his first damn pregnancy book, Jaebeom turned into a helicopter daddy-to-be, always hovering to make sure you are doing everything right. At the end of the third prenatal visit, he decided on moving his whole studio at home to work and mommysit – as he calls it.

By the time he was done with the fourth pregnancy book, you felt like nothing but an incubator to his spawn. That's not exactly what you wished your first year of life together would feel like. But then again, you didn't plan on getting pregnant on your honeymoon, the first time you two ditched contraception. It happened very fast. Everyone called it a blessing and you did too for a while, you were elated. Right until you started to lose your hair and struggle with acne like a damn teenager… Now it varies daily, you are either excited or scared shitless, in high spirits or easily irritable, you can't tell before it shifts. Overbearing, Jaebeom has gotten better than yourself at reading your daily disposition.

When you glare at him, he straightens worryingly in the doorframe, partly to blame for your current mood. “Don't look at me!” You snap in exasperation, still rubbing the sole of your aching foot. “Can you stop looking at me like that?”

He risks taking a few steps in your general direction, expertly assessing the situation, “Like what?”

"Like I’m a ticking bomb; like I'm gonna start yelling at you any second!” Freezing in the middle of the place, he presses his tongue to his cheek. You are almost shouting, but he knows better than to point that out.

“I’m not,” Jaebeom comes to sit by you guardedly. He makes sure not to maintain eye contact for too long, as though you're a dangerous fickle animal. "Did you hurt yourself?"

You hiss threateningly at the question but he still reaches for your perpetually bloated foot. Gently, he massages it, flashing you a dumb innocent smile. Still sullen, you at least allow him to do that much.

Fine, you do not completely hate having your man work from home. 

“I can’t help the fact that I’m so goddamn moody all the freaking time...” 

“Moody?” You cross your arms over your chest and Jaebeom chuckles, shaking his head. “You're the living definition of serene honey... You're the best. I love you.”

“Shuddup.” Groaning at the fake compliment, you offer your second foot after a minute of pampering, slightly appeased. “Stop trying so hard, it turns me into a cliché bitch.” You don't miss Jaebeom’s grimace at the word, but he isn't brave enough to correct you again. “Tell you what, if the baby's first word is a swear... I’ll do everything you ask of me for a year.”

"Everything? A whole year?” Raising his eyebrows suggestively, Jaebeom leans in for a lengthy kiss. “You know I can't say no to a promise like that. I would abuse that power, I’m quite imaginative.” You laugh against his mouth, sliding your arms around his neck for him to linger a little longer. Your hub has one hell of a gift, he can always change your mood, even on the worst days. That being said, you're always in the mood for some sexy time with him lately. You just have limited positions and flexibility. “I might teach the Shrimp your favourite cusses just to win that privilege.”

“You wouldn't dare.”

Laughing, Jaebeom sits back but you follow, managing to climb him without difficulty. It's clear he has started something with his massage, stirred your desire. “I’m not done,” he warns pointlessly, not talking about you, "I'm working hard." He points his chin to the studio, but you don't climb down. There's no way he believes you will let him go back to his office right now.

“Very hard yeah,” chuckling, you pull at the collar of his shirt, “Mister Producer.” He breaks the kiss to get rid of the piece of clothing himself, eager to entertain your favourable disposition. Some sacrifices are harder to make than others, and taking a break from work for quick sex is a no brainer. Your hands roam his shoulders, even after all this time you still can't get enough. “Did you save it?” Nudging your nose to his, you pull away to throw your loose gown over your head. 

Jaebeom groans, already expertly unhooking your bra, “Of course I saved, but I’ll need to get back to it...” His mouth explores your neck and you throw your head back, savouring every single one of his kisses. “Feeling better?” He hums, lightly sucking your skin and you moan. Fine, having your man work from home is the best damn thing that ever happened to you. At your natural response, Jaebeom cups your swollen breasts, thumbs rubbing circles on your areolas. 

“Shit.” Instantly, he shushes in disapproval making you laugh. You lean into him as much as your 29 weeks belly allows. “I can't help myself, I'm too sensitive.”

“I can see that baby,” Jaebeom marvels as his constant stroking of your nipples makes your thighs jerk. “I read third-semester’ orgasms are incredibly intense...” You rise to your knees to slide his fleece jogger pants down, smoothly freeing his erection. These darn books sure reveal some useful information sometimes… “What do you think?”

“Oh, how would I possibly know that?” He stops altogether, freezing under you at the joke. Barely two days prior, you finished twice before he did – very expressively – but still, he hesitates. For a man as skilled as he is, it sure is easy to make him question himself. Jaebeom is contemplating his life, a dubious look on his face when you take his cock in your palm. His eyes shut, goosebumps spreading on his body at your touch. Smirking, you stroke him leisurely, “I guess you’ll have to keep working hard so we can find out.” You say that but really, you’ve been so hypersensitive lately, he could make you reach your high without even trying.

“You know...” Opening his eyes lazily, Jaebeom frowns; “I'm not sure how I feel… About the Shrimp is hearing all our sexy talk...” It's your turn to stop everything.

Oh no, he did not just say that… Not after all the stuff he put you through!

“I swear to God, Im fucking Jaebeom! I let you have your way until now; I gave up caffeine, cheese and fish…” Suddenly livid, you start checking things off of your fingers. “You are worried of dumb stuff you read about despite the doctor's best opinion... So, I let you hire a cleaning service; I stopped driving myself around and dyeing my hair; I allowed you to post our ultrasounds all over your socials; I didn't say anything when you sent the cats away to your mom's…” His mouth is open in awe as you angrily go on. He's clearly racking his brain to find out what he said wrong. Him and his stupid pregnancy obsessions. “But this... This is where I draw the fucking line Jaebeom. If you stop making love to me because it creeps you out... Honest to God, I will murder you. I don't care what the baby hears. The doctor said it was safe. I want sex, I need sex. Give me sex, or I'll destroy you.”

“Honey,” Jaebeom bites his lips, struggling to conceal his amusement, “I wasn’t saying we should stop. It doesn't bother me like that...” His right palm rubs your lower back in repetition to ease you. “I was just wond–”

“I don't care what you wonder about,” you interrupt, still down, “just do me.”

Before Jaebeom can fully laugh at you flaring over nothing again, you're kissing him roughly, intended on getting your way. Wriggling under you to get to a better angle, he doesn't seem too affected, simply enjoying the hormonal rollercoaster ride. One of the actual perks of your pregnancy is being in the mood quickly and it's more than just your desire, it's physical too. Something that is undeniable when his hand finds its way between your legs. You're ready for him already, wet and messy. Though you rock into his palm briefly, there's only one thing on your mind right this instant. 

You don't want to wait any longer to feel him inside you. You use Jaebeom's shoulder as a fulcrum to position yourself, raising on your knees and he helps, holding his cock as you gradually sink down. Once you're sitting back on him on the couch, filled, you pause, dropping your forehead to his. Eye to eye, out of focus, Jaebeom pecks your lips tenderly. His hands caress your belly on their way to the side of your thighs. That's enough to make you soft all over again. The power that man holds over you knows no limit. Careful, you rise, rocking your hips forward to add friction before sliding back down. This lazy back and forth goes on for a while and every time you fall down and your ass meets his thighs with a clap, you feel like breaking. 

“Okay?” Jaebeom mumbles, using his strength to firmly guide you upwards. You're thankful for his help because you're heavy and tired. You nod, letting out a weird throaty sound when he fills you up once more.

Jaebeom chuckles, entertained by your acute senses and unusual reactions. Sliding on the large couch to lay, he makes sure you follow closely, riding him. From this position, he can take better control, raising his hips to slam into you. You coo when he does, hovering above to let him have his way. You're already too taken by so little. There's a gentle thud in your belly at the shift of position but Jaebeom doesn't seem to feel the baby stir, awakened by your unrest. Thank God, because the last thing you want right now is for him to stop or slow down. It's not something abnormal or new at all, but now that the baby's movements are getting more noticeable from the outside, you wouldn't be surprised if it messed up with Jaebeom's sexy groove. In the dark, he picks a swift pace, thrusting faster but lighter, making sure to stretch this moment for as long as you both can.

Yet, you're shaky and unfocused, unable to calm yourself. Way too fast, you come undone, overwhelmed by the friction and pleasure. Ecstatic, you drop on your hands, on all fours, as your intense orgasm washes through you. Aware you're peaking already, Jaebeom maintains his rhythm, breathlessly laughing at your shortage of stamina. Sure, he was right, pregnancy orgasms are amazing but they also come almost unannounced and are ridiculously exhausting.

Losing the smile, Jaebeom frowns in concentration, probably trying to finish too. After a whole minute, you're still being carried by your own paroxysm, core quavering when his hips halt altogether. Sighing deeply, he cums in spurts inside you, letting go probably more hastily than he would have wanted to. He's a team player. He knows you won't be able to handle him for long after oversensitivity hits you.

Afterwards, you both stay like that for a moment – as one – trying to repossess yourselves. Some days, it's like you're an entirely different person. Food doesn't taste the same, you yell at your caring husband over nothing and your orgasms are absurdly drawn-out. 

“Hey,” Jaebeom speaks up after an eternity and you take it as a cue to pull away, letting him fall out of you, “that was very quick. Are you alright, was it good?” Typical of him lately, being so overly concerned, you snort. Reaching for the tissue box on the coffee table, he offers them up so you can clean yourself. Still overpowered, you nod, laying back naked on the couch to do so.

What a sight it must be, a stranded whale in the middle of his living room.

Jaebeom doesn't seem to see that though. Transfixed, he positions himself to comfortably kiss and hold your heavy belly. His fingers linger, tracing patterns over the stretched skin. “What about you Shrimp?” He asks mouth pressed to the bump, tickling. “How are you doing?” Sure enough, the baby rolls, following the sound of his familiar reassuring voice. 

“We definitely woke her up”, you announce casually, grabbing one of his hands to position it better. Now that it's over, hopefully, he won't mind or get weirded out by that idea. “And you’ll need another nickname, we're both getting huge.”

“Sorry,” Jaebeom apologizes with adoration when there's a more obvious kick. To him, his baby girl's tumbling never gets old. To you neither, but it's a different sensation entirely. Whispering in confidence, he adds, “You'll always be a shrimp to me." At the words, you can't help the flutters you feel, not from the baby. When he looks up this time, Jaebeom doesn't seem as apprehensive of your reaction. You're on the magical post-coital cloud of happiness, together. “What?” If it could, your heart would physically expand from emotion at the sight, swelling with unconditional love. As an only answer, you run a hand through his locks and he cutely grins. “Shrimp, I think we're safe for now. I don't think mommy wants to murder daddy anymore...”

“Daddy needs to get over himself,” you dramatically roll your eyes, smiling, “he knows mommy loves him, no matter what…”

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[ziracona]

Anytime I see the legion im picturing urs so now in a trial im like "fukn idiot loser babies" *pallet smacks*. Reading ur meta(is that the term??) on Julie just now I'm like. So mad for her!! Get them kids some therapy!! How could the adults in their lives let them get to such a shitty point.. >:( Also, another thought I had with Adiris. The buzzfeed video is more her holding a bunch of cats. Because the survivors are like herding cats. Chaos children they are (im looking at you meg.)

Hahdjsdk god what a mood. Every time I see an Anna I’m just like “!!! MOM?” And get a hatchet between the eyes rip. And yeah! Meta is right.

For real, for real. Julie and all the Legion kids had some real shit going on. Joey by far had the best home life and family, but even he had a bunch of struggles in school because his family didn’t have time or in many cases experience to help him study, and it was crowded and poor, and because he had no help most kids got, he got treated like he was stupider, and even when he had skills in other areas, everyone at school expected him to perform well at sports and not much else like that was fine & he was meant to be valuable exclusively as an athlete, when he much preferred and actually really liked things like shop and ceramics and building/making stuff. But most people treat trade classes like easy As dumb kids pick (back when shop was still a thing), and like it was a worthless skill, and like. That doesn’t sound as bad as like, being bounced through foster homes as Frank, but pain is relative, you know? Bad is just bad. And things grind on you. It was hard to be taught constantly he was only worth something as a skill he didn’t even really care about, and get treated like he was dumb just because he had less help built in to school than most kids there did. People don’t talk about this much but like, having parents or sibs who help with homework? It’s a huge factor. So is just having family who are college graduates (if you go to college), because first gen student means walking in blind & alone & accountable to no one but bills, and like, college is initially overwhelming with two parents with Masters who are helpful. Any time what you value about you and what you love doesn’t match up with what people who have more power than you tell you is valuable about you/should be your goal, it’s hard. Especially as a teen still trying to like hack out an identity. Overly enthusiastic and impulsive, and has been mocked and hurt and turned on for it, but can’t shut it off. Big heart, but the luck to stand up usually just in time to get laid flat again.

And then Susie, with the parents who don’t care for her or pay her much mind other than disappointed looks and an occasional snap or suggestion or urging to try something different that what she’s doing. Bullied for her sexuality, nervous, and in a small town in the late 90s, probably the only lesbian (at least that she’s aware of existing) in that entire like couple hundred people mountain town, and sort of unbearably alone and misunderstood and isolated feeling. God, feeling like there’s just no one like you are out there is one of the worst feelings, isn’t it? Buried in the things she knows people whisper about her and a thousand tiny microinteractions a day that drain her armor. Loves Julie, but is so isolated Julie is her entire world to an unhealthy, co-dependant, and worryingly usable/manipulatable and non-independent nature for Susie. Because she’s so desperate to keep her she’d do anything not to be alone. But the struggle to never be alone by chasing Julie’s shadow means there’s no time for Susie and her own hopes and dreams and choices and developing personhood. But the worst part is that she’s genuinely happy this way, trailing after the girl she loves, which makes it so hard for either of them to confront and stop even enough to just make it healthy again. But she’s built her whole identity on one person like a precarious janga tower that could fall any second if the wrong piece goes, and that can’t be sustained forever, and who is she when it does crumble?

Then you got Julie, hot, popular, ignored personality disorder, proud parents who want her to keep being ideal and their little princess, than can’t handle her as a teen when she’s not in the box they expected anymore and they can’t just live and be proud vicariously through her all the time. Hit puberty early & dated way too physically way too young with way too much older men. Hit on by teachers, by men three times her age in parking lots. Quickly taught it’s safer to say yes than no and sex and love are a battlefield where you use the other as a stepping stone & the trick is to manurver so you’re okay once it’s over and got something while it went on. Had fun being hot and physically developed young because she suddenly had admirers and people were nice, then realized way too late that it came with constantly being in danger and under pressure to keep performing sexiness, and there wasn’t a livable choice to back out and fail those expectations anymore & be okay in her social circles. Knows she’s not emotional or loving in the way her loved ones are distressed about it, but can’t tell why, and gives up trying to ‘fix it’ and just pretends she doesn’t care and leans into being the sexy bitch and the power that comes with it. Doesn’t even know who she is herself beneath any of the ways she lives anymore, maybe she just is the act, maybe that’s fine. Trusts no one and that’s fine it’s just smart. Caught between liking the power of sex and intelligence and coldness, and the emptiness of not really being somebody. Needs to be loved and idolised and eternally aware how much people would hate her for that if they knew it was the truth, so she just keeps it to herself and makes herself someone they have no choice but to love and adore, so it’ll all be okay. Caught between worried she is cold and unfeeling and selfish and proud, and liking the power that goes with that, and the lack of desire to change, and the fear she doesn’t know how to do it. So she mostly just doesn’t think about any of the turmoil anymore and lives Julie instead of being her.

Then you got Frank, tossed around a myriad of foster homes, stolen by the government from the only one he ever was loved in over race, abused in every way foster parents have learned to abuse the kids they were supposed to love, and convinced since he was a kid that he’s a bad seed and a monster at heart, until he leaned into the violence of that to protect himself when no one else did. Harsh and strong and a fighter, a survivor, lonely and a loner, too much past, no future, not much present. Angry, god, so angry, and nothing to do with it. No skills, or money, or future, or any of it. No love, no family. Just the things he taught himself to survive. Just a good liar, a good fighter, adaptable, fast, tactical, enduring. Knows how to pick locks and lift wallets and hoard food that is least likely to be noticed. How to vanish, how to look real scary and real big, how to get stabbed and get back up, and take a fall, and bide his time. How to find north. Which makes for a good what? A thug, a conman, a drug runner, a loan shark or a hitter or a bouncer maybe? A guard, a killer, a thief? No love, no ties, no one. And only a borrowed, angry, violent sense of self, and all the other versions that didn’t live to adulthood but aren’t quiet dead yet buried beneath it.

God, the opening line to the original lore for Darkness Among Us really was beautiful and memorable. The kind of first line you hope for. “Frank Morrison was ninteen, and had little to show for it.” Like, fuck. It’s so understated, and common, and painfully mundane, but that’s it, that’s his whole life. And how fucking painful that is. To be the end of teenagehood, stepping into adult life alone, and be able to be summed up in just eleven words, as a marker of your lived timespan up to now, and the annotation that you from all of it have gained almost nothing that could be worth any note. I fucking love that line. God. It’s so empty, and cruelly mundane and undramatic and unimportantly scored and marked, like it doesn’t even matter that he’s down nearly two decades of life with nothing worth taking into the next two.

Lord, all the Legion kids really do need help, and therapy, and like, one decent parental figure. Thank god for Jeff. He really is out here doing the real work. Love that man. TuT

And you’re right w Adiris lol. 🤣 It’s a mix of cats and dogs, magbe even. Some of them aren’t trouble, but oh, oh some most definitely are. Side note: I fkn just reallly love cats. Poor Adiris out here tryin her best, and I’m sure she does too.

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Potent Savages

Genre : Angst/ Thriller/ Trigger Warningssss/ Smut/ Exo, oc, and blackpink au!

Summary : Not everyone is cut out for this kind of fast paced lifestyle, but for these young, rich, savages, it’s second nature.

Chapter 11 : Look alive

The moment we realized that the secret of this life we live, love was always a strength. And never a weakness.

“Never again.”

Am i dreaming? Did that girl shoot me and now im in heaven? Wait, wrong one.....? Im confused. This smell is not supposed to be filling my senses right now. Im supposed to be dead. Or at least fighting for my life. My eyes are stinging. I might cry. I usually never fucking cry. I won’t cry. 

I gripped more onto the body im tangled to. Someone pinch me. Or shoot me. Because if i open my eyes and this isn’t baekhyun. I mind as well be dead. 

My nose took in a large amount of air and my chest puffed up along with it. 

I’ll open my eyes. 

In one, two, three.

The windows to my soul popped open in a rush. As if im scared of what i might see. 

The swelling of my heart became hard to handle as i looked around me. My girls, exo, even si yeon. They all made a tight circle around me and baekhyun, Protecting us from the enemies that surround us. 

I don’t cry. I don’t cry. I still won’t cry.

I might cry.

“Are you fighting those precious tears princess?” Baekhyun said staring at my eyes with his arms still holding me strongly. 

“Not anymore.” I bit my lip and dug my face into his neck. Tears started to stream down my cheeks all the way to my mouth. They seeped through my lips and graced my taste buds with a salty flavor. This leaves me wondering what tears would taste like if they matched my personality. Hot, spicy, and bitter. That’s me.

The faintest sniffle came from baekhyun as he shook his head. He’s fighting tears to. He’s probably trying to be my rock right now. I wish he understood that even being here is enough for me. I don’t need a superman.

My body pulled back, separating my chest from his. I looked at him deeply, silently asking to see his heart through those brown puppy like eyes. He tried to avoid eye contact because of the tears begging to show everyone how emotional he is at the moment. The pull was to strong though. He never stood a chance. I know that for a fact. 

His eyes filled with fire when they met mine.

Why did i let you go. 

That’s the sentence we could both hear go off in each others minds. 

I stopped thinking when my hand flew to his jaw. Pulling him to me oh so roughly. His skin feels softer than the silk in the pockets of this dress. 

I gently pushed my lips onto his. A perfect contrast to the possessive and rough claw i have on his jaw line, extending into his cheeks. My head tilted to the right as his did the opposite. The kiss is slow and every movement is drawn out. Our love shining so brightly in this moment. A perfect depiction of our life, like a moving painting. Right in the middle of enemy territory. Right in the face of death. We protect each other. We show our love in the best ways we know how. Right here. Where else could we shine so brightly, when this is what we live for? What we strive in. Dare i think, what we’re made for.

At the end of the day. We’re young. And we love each other. And we would do anything you can imagine for one another. And when it comes to life. Isn’t that everything you really need? Everything else is just things you want. 

That’s how i think of it at least.

I bit his bottom lip and he hissed. His hands now squeezing roughly on the cheeks of my ass. This can’t continue. I would let it. But this is not the time.

My teeth let go of his plump soft bottom lip with hesitation. I looked at it snapped back to it’s normal state. There are little teeth marks adorning it greatly in my eyes. Im sorry for being so rough with it. I couldn’t help myself. Or maybe i just didn’t want to.

The sound of everything around me started to rush back into my ears again, as it had earlier been silenced. My focus on baekhyun must have somehow blocked out everything surrounding me. 

A kiss that could have gotten us both killed, you could say.

But very much worth it.

“Do you have any clue how much i need you? How much i miss you?” His grip on me tightening with every word. Passion and what im almost sure is love, burning up something wonderful in his eyes.

“I have a few leads on it. But nothing too solid.” I said lowly. My forehead making its way onto his. As if we were silently showing each other that we are a team. That we are one mind, functioning in two separate bodies, with two separate souls that can’t live without the other. 

Never have i felt this before. And i can already tell you. I never will again.

“I love you more than i know how to express, i swear i do.” His pearly white teeth showing out almost too perfectly. Something like a shot to the heart.

“And i love you more than i ever thought i was capable of byun baekhyun.” I said, mirroring his beautiful smile with my own.

Dangerous will be this new love of ours. But nothing is wrong with that.

“I think it’s time to end this now, my queen.”

“Fucking right it is, my king.”

Let’s pick up the pace.

In a quick motion, i jumped down from baekhyuns arms. My hands ripped the bottom of this dress recklessly, now looking exactly how you would expect it too. Baekhyun pushed my lucky glock onto my cheek teasingly as i kicked my heels off. 

When the weapon touched my palm i started to feel like myself again. My beautiful glock 26. The fifth most precious thing to me. Im sorry for leaving you,

Chanyeol looked back and smiled at the both of us. “Took you guys long enough!” He can’t control how happy he is to see me again after everything that happened. I feel the same way. 

A smirk flashed across my face before i pushed through the tight circle my new family had formed. Excluding si yeon of course. I hate that bitch.

“Where the fuck are you siwon!?” I yelled shooting the two men running towards me. My back was pushed by someone else’s and whipped around fast. Jennie turned to give me a smile along with with my girls. My sisters. My body turned back and i began to lead the way. I commenced running fast toward the hallway i know so well while the girls followed close behind my trail. My eyes squinted when i heard footsteps. lots of them. My arm extended out to give a stop sign. My other arm lifted my hand to my ear. That’s about twelve men. Wait, eleven men coming from another direction. They’re destination is this hallway. I Know that for a fact. 

“Shit! Run!” 

My bare feet hit the ground harder and harder as i ran down the long hall. I know siwon is in that room, The room he tortured me in. The room he drugged me and used my body in. The more i think about it. The hotter my blood gets. Pretty soon it’s going to start boiling. Just how i like it.

The men came from two different ends of the hallway. They closed us in somewhere in the middle. None of that matters though. Im focused on that steel door. It’s going to lead me to my sweet, brutal, victory. 

“Keep going!” Jisoo yelled before kneeling on one knee and shooting in the opposite direction of me. Lisa and jennie moved in front of me, mimicking jisoo’s movements and taking out the threats. 

My lips made it’s way into my teeth, My body hesitated to leave them here. All for siwon. 

“I don’t think so. Lisa! Heads up!” I yelled over the gunshots, My arms threw my lucky glock to her and she did the same with her rose gold semi-automatic rifle. A perfect catch landed the dangerous weapon in my hands safely and i pointed it at the cameras. Lets test these bombs he’s set, shall we.

One shot hit the camera all the way down the hall, on the right, high up into the corner. Siwon’s maximum security consists of bombs on the cameras, just in case someone tries to dismantle it or destroy it. I learned this from pearl. I guess he would rather everything blow up then have me leave. Looks like some shit is gonna fucking blow then. The camera exploded right on time, little pieces of it flew everywhere as the destruction from it spread chaos in it’s area. I smirked, almost too proud of that little scene. My directions changed and i aimed at the one on my left.

“Wait!” Rose yelled pointing at the crowd behind the crowd. The guys made their way to the hallway finally, taking down the men in their way. I let my gun lower as i watched baekhyun take out a big guard almost three times his size. I never realized he still uses the hapkido skills he learned from awhile ago. He has to teach me that some time. 

“Aya!” Suho yelled, looking straight passed me. I looked in his direction and saw roughly fifteen more guards coming from nowhere i know of. One of the men in the front aimed his rifle for the camera in the middle of the hallway, not too far from where we are. His aim is shit though, I can tell that before he even shot at it. The bullet missed completely, hitting the corner of the place right by the camera, ricocheting and shooting a guy that’s occupied choking chen. A small snort of laughter came from me as i aimed straight for his head. And one thing about me is i never miss. He should be happy to have died by such an excellent head shot. Another one of the guys stood back as the rest of the guards charged for us. He’s aiming for it too. My aim is too blocked by the other men, so i make a run for where the boys are on the other side. Everyone followed behind me trying to avoid the explosion to come. I couldn’t see the man trying to set off the bomb anymore but that doesn’t matter. 

How about we fight fire with fire. 

As if on cue, me and the man down the hall shot a bullet towards the last two cameras in the hallway. 

My body flew to the wall on my left, my chest and head hit it harshly at the same time and i coughed as the wind got knocked out of me. I fell to the ground on my knees and hands. Smoke filled the area making my eyes burn and water up a bit. I couldn’t hear anything but that’s to be expected. I dragged myself up to my feet and stumbled, my shoulder hitting the wall abruptly. 

My waist was suddenly pulled into another body and before i even looked up baekhyun kissed my forehead. His arm reached in front of us shooting men i could only see faintly because of my watery eyes. This isn’t normal for me. Im usually doing the protecting. I feel disarmed around baekhyun. I lose my dominant and controlling nature with him. Only with him. Maybe that’s a good thing. 

I slightly remember that small moment in that limo, when i was thinking about love breaking down my iron walls. I thought i would never forgive baekhyun for loving me, and showing love to me. And i thought i would never want to love or be loved again. Being here and having them come to save me. I don’t think my heart has ever been so open. 

Im happy. Even thought we could die right where we’re standing. Im happy. 

My eyes shut tight when i rubbed them on baekhyun’s chest. My eyes are getting too much moisture today. I don’t like it. I pulled away from him and turned to lisa with open hands. She threw my glock back to me and picked up a random gun from a dead guard on the floor. I did the same, now occupying both hands with firearms. 

“Let’s clear the hallway!” I yelled to everyone behind me. Going on a one shot, two shot rhythm, I slowly began to make my way back down the hallway. Baekhyun took his place beside me shooting his way through, at the same pace. I stopped looking at my aim when i turned to him and beamed. He sensed it and turned his head to do the same.

“Guys! Guys!”

I snapped out of my trance and looked in the direction of the call. Baekhyun jumped, startled by the noise, his bullets penetrating the floor before he took his finger off the trigger. 

“Do you two lovebirds realize everyone’s dead? You’re shooting at nothing.” Sehun said pointing lazily at the other side of the hall.

“Hey, what do ya know.” I said softly as i exhaled.

We all took a breather in that hallway. Exchanging looks of content and determination. 

“Split up. I want all floors of this building checked. Aya, baekhyun, im sure you have siwon handled.” Suho tilted a eyebrow at us to show his statement is also a bit of a question.

“You bet your ass we do.” Baekhyun abruptly slapped my butt when he finished. Chanyeol tossed him a long black bag and smiled at me once more.  

“Alright then let’s clean this place out.” 

We all separated from each other. All running in different directions. Ready to set this shit hole on fire.

The hall seemed much shorter as we rushed to the steel door that used to hold me prisoner. The room has so much security it’s no wonder why he’s using it as a panic room. Im gonna guess there are at least five guards in there. Maybe si yeon, and most likely carmelo too. My palm moistened when i put my hand on the door. The only thing going through my head is the million different ways i could murder siwon. I let my hand fall from the steel and i took a few steps back. 

“Let’s get down to business princess.” Baekhyun spoke as he pulled out a sledgehammer and a flat-head axe. 

“You brought toys.” i spoke in a dreamy tone. The weapons fancying my taste nicely.

“I always do.”

The process to open a steel door is easy. All you need is two people, an ax, and a sledgehammer. I would have walked you through that process, but i don’t think you need information like that. Right?

Aya popped the door away from the doorjamb and exhaled deeply. We both calmly helped each other remove the steel door by pivoting it on the latch side. Bullets flew the moment the door was popped out of it’s normal placing. The steel shielding us for the time being as we held it close. 

“Really!? He couldn’t even wait for us to move this heavy thing!?” Aya yelled in my ear as she fought to keep the object held upright.

“Why would he!”

We pushed the door into the room making quick work of moving out of the way. Aya picked up the ax as i thought she would and i snatched up the sledgehammer. I gave a nod of my head before we ran into the room together. Aya swung her ax into the head of the man on the right of the door as i took out two guys on the left. We met each other in the middle of the last guards head, completely mashing it into a bloody mess. She pulled her ax out of the head of the man and i turned around.

“Wait, Where-” My sentence didn’t even finish before i saw the door being picked back up by another guard from the outside. Aya ran towards him and kicked the door into him. Siwon close lined her to the ground when i made my way out of the room and into the hall. 

“Not so fast.” Si yeon said while pushing the muzzle of a gun into the back of my head. My eyes shut closed. If this isn’t what i expected i don’t know what is. “You know, i somehow knew things would end up this way. Ever since i laid eyes on you at the founders brunch. Back when all you were was a toy.” The lady continued. My eyes focused on aya be pinned to the ground by siwon as they fought for control over each other. “I guess im glad to be here during this moment. While you’re taking your last few breaths.” 

“You always knew you were going to shoot me?”

“Nope, i always knew i would shoot a bitch that tries to come in between us. Now close your eyes lover boy. I’ll make it quick and as painless as possible.” She had an anger filled tone to her voice while her true feelings poured into my ears. Her gun slowly pointed at aya, trying to aim for her head as she continued her brawl with siwon. Sad thing is. Si yeon has never killed anyone in her life. She might have had people kill for her. But never with her own hands. Some would say that’s smart or a good thing, but in all honesty. It made her soft. She can’t handle the thing her hand. I know that more than she does. My arms swung the sledgehammer into her forehead when i whipped around. Her body hit the wall head first, only to drop to the ground in a harsh manner. I feel guilty because she’s lady. But if she’s threatening aya’s life. It’s on me to take care of it. My hands dropped the heavy weapon and pulled out my desert eagle. 

“Aya! heads up!” I yelled before shooting siwon in shoulder. Bull’s eye.

The man rolled off of her in pain and she climbed on top. I let my gun lower and watched her silently. Her eyes get more crazed with every brutal punch she gives. Her arms flexing to put more strength into it. And her mouth tilting into a grin as more cracks are heard from his body. 

“Aya, that’s enough.”

Another hit, And another into siwon’s face. It’s starting to become harder to recognize.

“Aya, i said that’s enough! You want a more satisfying death than this don’t you!?”

Her bloody fist stopped in mid air and she bit her lip. She’s using all the power she has to stop herself from murdering that man at this very moment. Aya’s body relaxed a bit and let her fist roll out and become less of a weapon. 

“You’re right.” 

“Aye! He got away!” Chanyeol yelled at us while running down the hall.

Me and aya looked at the man in confusion thinking everyone was accounted for. “Who!?” 

“Carmelo! Carmelo took some random girls with him and flew away on the jet.” 

I looked at aya to search for her feelings on the matter and she looked at the ground.

“Oh.” She let out softly.

“Oh!? He can’t get away! He needs to die right beside siwon and si yeon’s snake asses.” Chanyeol let out his passion and finally made it over to us at the end of the hallway. 

“No, he’s fine. He helped me a lot while i was here. Despite the things siwon told him to do. He’s an alright guy.” She spoke with her voice void of emotion.

“If she says it’s fine, it’s fine.” I told the heated man. The others finally started to make their way down the hallway. I saw some of them make faces at what had been said just now. But im sure they’re relieved it’s over now. 

There’s no one else to worry about.

Three of my fingers held onto a match that will soon turn into a beautiful fire. A fire that will engulf everything in its path. It’s sad to think that fire will always be thought of as destructive and dangerous. And yes of course it is those things. But more so because of people that use it with those intentions, or no intentions and use it carelessly. Me on the other hand, i don’t need fire to do my job. Everything inside this building is already destroyed. The fire will get rid of this horrid mess we made though. That’s better than leaving it like this. To me at least.

“That’s enough.” I called out to minseok. He was dumping lighter fluid onto the ground as he got closer to the door where we are all standing. A few gallons of that stuff is all over the building. And for some reason i still wonder if that’s enough.

I picked up a rock and pushed the dirt off of it. it’s cold like the air at the moment.

“This chapter of our lives is finally....”

My finger tightly drew the match across the rock. The tip catching fire instantly. My arm threw it into the house and my feet stepped back. 

“Over.”

My eyes filled with light as i watched the house burn up. The heat faint, but is present nonetheless. This is the dream i had for so many nights. The one that seemed impossible to pull off not too long ago. 

Im not dreaming though. 

“Let’s get out of here.” Baekhyun spoke into my ear. He pulled my arm when his lips left me. 

My feet walked with him but my eyes continued to watch the flames. 

To all the new feelings i felt tonight. 

To all the people i killed.

To siwon.

I want to say.

It’s time to start a new chapter.

AUTHORS NOTE : AYYYYAYYYAYYAYY lmao im soooo sorryyyy i didn’t write the smut T-T T-T T-T i really am im actually writing this on my b day so i don’t have much time and i was going to hold off but i didn’t want to cuz it’s already been too long T-T SO next chapter will be smut galoreee lemme know if there’s anything special you want in there haha thanks for reading as alwaysss hope you enjoyed!

kisses <3 lailaaa~

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If you ever thought i am weak,think twice...think as long as you can!

I am 22,dosen’t matter which country,and now i am gonna tell you everything i can...tonight i have also discovered self hurt via knife,i cut myself couple of yours ago thinking i would kill myself,but couple days ago it happend again...thinking i would end it all,but not,tonight i have cut myself again,why? Well,i have been triggered,by my own nature of seduction,there was this waitress that i liked in ‘‘would fuck the shit out of herself’‘ way but my friend got much more into the whole love scheme,me myself have understand that emotions do not lead into great things unless its 100% sure/safe situation to be in and her way of saying ‘‘thanks,but not’‘ has just sealed my own self hatred in a way that i personally have been eveloped in much of time for i  think that people are testing my steel thru the colaborative menipulation just to make me suffer for no apparent reason,i might be the best writer in the world but i might not discover it since i might just be dead in couple of...times,i really do not know what exactly should i do anymore since i have meet wall bigger than my own view,since i was kid every one told me how i am special in a way that i am smarter or inteligent then everyone else,i might just be inbred who kinda seems alright,but for most of the time i am clueless what is happening unless i have a special goal in front of me,like her...well fuck it,she is my only emotion ever,my real emotion,it happens i know,her spirit borught me so many times back to life that i cannot think of...AAAAND IT Healed,in kind of way,my current wounds do not bleed anymore,those i am speaking right now in 1:35 on 26 of May year 2019...i used small kitchen knife,one iam most skilled with,anyhoooeesss yeah there was this waitress my friend have fallen in love with,and i have met her and she was preety laid back,chill person,and i have thought...well i could tap...OR NOT!ahahahh dosent matter...well shit i have thought i could have nice sex time with someone who would not take it as serious and we could have great time,no responsibility just bodies,passion and cigarettes,man would thought that was only thing i had with HER,the HER,bitch that took my fucking heart and as i see,i wont comeback as easily,i just dont have enough comments for HER,she,omg it was never just bodies passion and cigarettes but,eyes,and that hugh across my back,my hand on her face,so calmly since i know and saw everyone of hers blood vessels erupt when she would look at me,and i hope that was honest,since i dont treat every girl as her,like a whore in bed,but now in dirty way,but in a way that we would bang the shit out of our brains and we would still grasp ourselfs with so much of love and devotion that i could never let her go,my hand on her and her look into my soul would make me melt like no one ever,I DONT GIVE A SHIT WHAT PEOPLE SAY,THAT...WONT HAPPEN WITH ANYONE ELSE,yeah sure i might band a girl to the point where she cant control her laugh but that kind of way,naaah,never,i might just love someone else(AHAHHAHA) i mean i really hope so,that one day if she wont come to her way in real kind of way i m.i.g.h.t. just find someone else,who may found me as her love,until that moment i must concentrate on more valuable things that acctualy may last,anyyhoooeeeessss i have cut three lines on myself where people wont find it since i dont want anyone to know how low i have sunken,i do NOT want to give them that pleasure...i wont give them that,you wont feast on my hurt,on MY WOUNDS,ON.MY.OWN.BLOOD. It is mine,my own,since yall wont help,i will not cry anymore,or concantrate on why did someone told me anything since it is obvious that i need someone to break in..i need it,i have broken so many doors of people that i cannot think of,I JUST NEED THAT,FORM PEOPLE TO BREAK IN AND DIG ME OUT,i am...i dont know,i am sure into my future and into my deeds,i see it preety clear that i will make it till 73 years of old...but now my body really itches,and two really biog cut on my right...what ever,like now i have started to get biology,it bleeds like hell,but i have this feeling,like its alright...hell if i did this to my arm i woul be done,wtf really man...lets see how kurkuma works for wound,like deeper wounds,its gonna sting i swear.......tumeric,sorry,yeah it sting preety good. I have wasted enough tumeric powder for one person good ass butter chicken,enyhoes,im hitting bed its 2:06 by CET and i really should go to sleep,i should be sober and up for about 3 hours,i should really go to sleep...but yeah,self hurt,i never got it,since now.Sine tonight

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tagged by @lemonistics​ a couple of days ago!! i forgot to finish the post so here it is lol, thanks for tagging me <3

How did you discover the show?

I saw it on tumblr a lot, naturally, after s1 dropped it really took off and i was super curious about it because i was a HUGE fan of atla! but i was also like ‘robot... cats...’ and so i didnt watch it right away lmao, ive posted about this before but i ended up watching this amv shortly after it came out and after that i was like ‘i HAVE to watch this’ (just watched the amv again and its still rly good, damn it reminds me how good s1 was........)

Was it love at first sight or did it take you a while to get into the show?

it was completely love at first site!!! u know lance won my heart the second he opened his mouth, and i was impressed right away by how lovely it was, how creative and scifi fun it was, i loved the music and the updated designs and i was in it for the diversity tbh. i knew starting this show could never be undone with ‘girl, youve already activated my particle ba--’ ‘LANCE.’ how poetic is it that a shance moment brought me here 

Do you have a favorite Paladin?

wonder who that could be............ Lance............. my son........ he is so excited and open-hearted, but so capable and smart in so many ways. he has Been There for the team in so many ways, from hugely significant emotional support to skilled tactical coverage, all the way up until he literally died saving a team mate, and this wasnt even his first close call. he can be petty and short-tempered cos hes young and working stuff out, but he is so gotdang selfless and beautiful and charming and i LOVE...

Do you have a favorite Lion? (If it’s different from your fav paladin, why?)

*looks down at the blue slippers on my feet, looks up at the blue lion toy on my desk shelf* yea i got a fav.... tbh blue is so sweet and smart and i love her, and black is growing on me in a MAJOR way, mysterious and wise and full of Love for shiro, much like i hope to be

Do you have a favorite Villain?

HAGGAR!!! BITCH!!!!!!!!! my bias was skewed from day 1 the second she opened her mouth and cree summers voice came out, and when she started showing concern for zarkon i knew it was over for me, i knew they were gonna cut me deep w her history. ive said since the beginning that haggar was gonna be the main villain, and i believe it more than ever now that voltron kinda killed her husband and lost her son in a void. her backstory reveal rocked me to my core, and i care very much about honerva and haggar!! ive always felt like the final conflict is gonna come down to haggar and allura tbh

Do you have a favorite Alien Race? (recurring and/or minor)

i rly like alteans, i know theyre just pretty hyper advanced space elves, but WHATEVER. also loved the mermaid aliens and whatever blaytz is, and my love of the biibohbiis is eternal. i hope we see more cool aliens! also shout out to that hot rebel lady that died in pidges arms, i forget what theyre called... also, can we meet whatever mixed w a galra to make antok t b h?

Favorite side / other character(s)- Rebels, General, Blade of Mamora, Garrison, etc?

rolo, nyma, and beezor hold a rly special place in my heart. i was so excited when they came back!! the blades are very much my Aesthetic (TM), and those mermaid freedom fighters were great, also those married gay rebels posted in that ice cave that helped shiro.... i like a lot of the side characters tbh. 

lbr though, the real favs are the biibohbiis

How/Why did you join the fandom?

i came in initially to consume the shallura content tbh (this was before it got “””cancelled””” by antis, and i was very excited to see a black woman in a popular ship for gotdamn once. yea im bitter). i started rping p quick after watching it all, i just really wanted to write lance, then i got into an rp with a keith and the ship was unlocked in my heart for All Time. this was around the time that i stopped drawing, i held on for as long as i could and used to post fanart, but it didnt last long. kept me inspired to keep writing tho, and thats good cos i need to be making something!! now its getting me back into drawing and im thankful for that, big ups to shance fandom within the fandom for being da bes!!

Care to share a favorite headcanon?

shit... i wasnt ready for this... i dont really have any relevant hcs that i can think of right now! ummmm i think that the garrison knows more than we think, and that there are going to be some Interesting revelations when the team goes home. im suspicious of how quick they were to jump on and contain shiro at the beginning without so much as letting him speak, how close the base was to the blue lion, and the fact that tex kogane saw the lion and was immediately like ‘should we call the garrison?’ (realistically he could be saying that cos, i mean, who else nearby would know about bizarre aircraft than a piloting academy, but still!)

What do you think is the best part of the show?

honestly there is a lot i love about the show, but i guess the Best part is the characters and the bonds we see growing between them as the series progresses! the show has gone into much more engaging, interpersonal depth than i ever hoped for, and the bottom line is that love and compassion are the things that make life worth fighting for.

ive also talked before, i think rambling in the tags of a post lol, about how i love the fresh, fun, creative take on fantasy scifi that i have missed in recent media, and the optimism that runs as an undercurrent to it all. 

Any hopes and wishes for future episodes / seasons?

i obviously just want lances personal arc to come to a head already!! his character has been quietly and steadily growing in the background of all of this, and his growth is just so human and heartfelt in the midst of all of this intergalactic drama. he is just a boy from cuba who is so good and selfless that he has literally died defending the universe, and he deserves a real, genuine time to shine!

Do you think you’ll stick it out until the end of the show?

ABSOLUTELY, this show means so much to me and has ferried me thru a hard time in my life, on top of just being generally phenomenal and everything that i hope modern cartoons can become now that people are genuinely starting to realize that it is an art form!

Tag your friends or someone you want to get to know better

im way behind on my dash so idk who has and hasnt done this, also no pressure to do this if u dont want to but

@ifellfromtheskies  @rainyfeet @kitausu @rigb0ner  annnnd idk whoever else wants to do it! tons of ppl i could tag bc all my mutuals are da bes and i wanna get to know them better, but have at it!

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To Shelter a Storm | Nathan x Reader

disclaimer: i know nathan is not a good person. i am not putting a blanket over his actions in this fic. i, the writer, understand he’s not an innocent character and has made many terrible choices. im just answering people’s requests, please dont put me under the fire for it.

thank you.

Anonymous Asked: more nathan please!!!! Not for grazing fire part 2, can you write where reader and nathan are already into a relationship and he calls her late and she stays at his dorm, or he stays at hers? female reader obviously. thanks for the blog <3

i actually had a nathan fic in the drawing boards so i just altered it to fit this! hopefully this is what you were looking for, hehe. vulnerable nathan is my favorite thing- the lad needs to just *feel* for once, so i made this sort of gushy (even if it doesn’t start out that way) <3 enjoy!

reblogs + tags and replies will make my entire day as i put a lot of effort into this :)!

story continues beneath the read more. let me know if you can’t access it!

To Shelter a Storm

It was 4 am when your phone started to ring. 4 am when you groaned against your pillow, forced yourself to roll over, and nearly threw your phone as it blinded you with light. Though you couldn’t see the name on the screen thanks to the brightness you knew exactly who it was calling you, and it made your eyebrows knit together in frustration. 

If he actually stayed on the line when you answered maybe you wouldn’t be so pissed off, but when you answered and grumbled a ‘hello’ in the speaker the line went immediately dead. You almost threw your phone again in late night fury. How dare he wake you up for no reason? Half of you wanted to call him back just incase something truly was wrong (not uncommon for him, after all) but the other half decided fuck it, and you tossed your phone somewhere down by your waist and rolled right back over. Just because he was your boyfriend didn't mean you had to deal with all his late-night antics.

Ring ring, ring ring.

You snatched your phone so quick it astounded even you in your tiredness.

“What Nathan?” you huffed, sitting up. There was silence. “Don’t you fucking dare hang up.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

You flopped back on your back and pulled the covers up. “Why are you calling me again in the middle of the night.”

“Because I can?”

“Yeah, sure,” you rolled over. “Is something wrong or are you just insistent on making sure you ruin my sleeping schedule?”

“I don’t owe an explanation to you.”

“Jesus christ Nathan, stop being so stubborn.” If you from a year ago heard yourself talking like this to Nathan Prescott you’d have shit your pants, but he’d been calling you well late into the night for months now. At this point if he killed you it would be mercy. Plus he was your boyfriend now, you weren’t as scared of him as you probably should have been.

“Maybe I just want to make sure my phone’s working.” He sounded distracted on the other end.

“Then call one of your other late-night buddies. I bet Warren would value a midnight chat.”

“Shut up, you bitch.” Nathan spat, but there wasn’t any real venom behind it. Not like when you’d first met.

“I’m serious Nathan, stop calling me in the middle of the night. Or at least don’t hang up right when I answer the first time.”

“Why should I? You have no problem calling me during class.”

“Because the teachers don’t give a shit about what you do, Nathan. I’m not as privileged. I need my sleep.”

He scoffed. “Jesus fuck, ___, sorry you have to suffer so much.”

“Aaand I’m hanging up. Night, Nathan. Love ya’.” You pulled the phone from your ears, ready to press the taunting big red ‘hang up’ button, but his voice stopped you.

“Okay, okay, wait.” You waited silently. He huffed. “Just- Wait a minute, damn.”

“Wait for what?” Try as you might you couldn’t hide the annoyance in your tone.

You heard a clatter of movement on his end, followed by a sharp ‘shit’. He sounded outside, the wind making you pull the phone from your ears. “One minute.”

Rolling your eyes, you stared up at the ceiling and fought the urge to fall back asleep. When he didn’t come back for a minute you almost did, but was jolted back into consciousness when he began to speak again.

“Have you talked to Vic?”

Even though he couldn’t see it, you frowned. “Are you kidding me? You’re having girl problems?”

“Fuck you, ___! You know it’s not like that. She’s just-. She was supposed to meet me outside and she’s not here. I think she fell asleep, god damn it.” The frustration in his tone made you bite back another short tempered retort. “So here I am, sitting outside even though it’s fucking freezing.”

“What do you want me to do about it?” When there was silence you knew exactly what he wanted. “Damn it, Nathan. I just said I needed sleep.”

“Come on, don’t be a bitch about it. You knew exactly what you were getting into the minute you picked up the phone. Plus it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve snuck out after hours. Remember when you used to creep on me by the rocks?” He spoke about it like he was fond of the memory.

“Jesus Nathan you know I wasn’t creeping on you.” You ran a hand through your hair and sighed. “Fine. Fine. But only for like, 10 minutes. That’s it, then I come back and you get to freeze your ass off alone for however long you want.”

“Awesome. Hurry the hell up.”

“Whatever.”

Sneaking out of your room was not an issue. You’d done it so many time’s at this point you were more than confident about you’re ‘hiding behind walls’ skills- not that it mattered. At most there was usually only one guard keeping watch and she was a lousy one at that, leaning against walls on her phone or chilling in one of the lounge chairs. Once she fell asleep and you fought the urge to write on her face. Sometimes, though, there was just no one. They ‘trusted’ the students enough to make good choices, and you were living proof that the honor code was complete bullshit. It worked out in your favor, though, so you couldn’t complain.

Tonight was one of the nights where the halls were clear of any security guards, so it was an easy trip opening one of the windows and hopping out so you wouldn’t trigger the system alarm settled on the dorms. Apparently someone had broken into one of the rooms months ago and no one ever said a thing, just quietly installed system alarms onto the doors and pretended like it was mandatory.

“It’s for the students safety!” Said Principle Well’s. “You can rest easy now!”

The only reason you learned there was a break in was from one of your friends who happened to know the dude responsible for it, and you asked her to smack him for you since he made it that much harder to sneak out at night. Thankfully the windows were overlooked which was dumb because they were even easier to climb out of than get out the door. Plus there was one right next to your room.

Outside was cold and biting but you didn’t mind, huddling your arms together for a chance of warmth as you snaked around the building and made your way past the front doors, then the hedges surrounding, and finally out towards the fountain. You felt exposed beneath the orange streetlight but you knew no one was outside paying attention anyways. 

Nathan, like expected, was sitting on the edge of the fountain looking around like he was in trouble. It made you shake your head in a sort of disapproving way, the dude needed to lighten up for once in his life. Then again, maybe he shouldn't. You knew some shit on Nathan and perhaps it was for the best he kept his guard up at all times. Looking over his shoulder he saw you and leaned back, waving you to come closer, and you did.

“Hope you’re happy.” you mumbled, plopping down next to him and huffing. “It’s so fucking cold out. You owe me for this, Prescott.”

“No I don’t.” He said nonchalantly. You gave a defeated laugh and shook your head again.

“No, you don’t.”

There was a silence and immediately you picked something up.

“Were you smoking?” you asked, propping your elbows up and resting your chin on your hands.

“I was but I ran out.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, staring up at the sky for a minute before looking back down at you. “I thought Vic was coming so I just blew through mine. She usually brings more.”

You laughed again, licking at your lips. “Don’t you ever get tired of smoking?” You knew the answer but you asked anyways. He shrugged curtly, and you frowned. For someone who couldn’t relax a moment in his life (save for when he was almost dead-drunk) he was being oddly quiet. Usually at night he talked a lot, much more than when he did when he was around students. Maybe the solitude made him feel more open.

Leaning back to look at him, you sighed. “Everything okay?” Now it was his turn to hunch forward, but instead of just relaxing he ran his hands rather roughly through his hair. “What’s wrong?”

“Everything.” he grunted, and for a moment you almost forgot who he was and went to rub his back. “Everything’s always wrong.”

“Even us?” You watched him from the corners of your eyes, listening to the fountain behind you. It was obvious what his answer would be, but you knew him. Remind him some things are good.

Nathan swallowed and let his hands fall back down onto his lap.

“We’re good.”

Then, you did reach out, touch tentatively at the area between his shoulder blades. For just a moment you could feel him tense beneath your touch but before you had the chance to pull away he managed to relax, even leaned into the feeling. You flattened your palm and gently ran it down, then up. He rolled his shoulders.

“Good.” You whispered. Leaning forward so that you could see his expression was a dangerous move given his spontaneous nature but you did it anyways. Something was eating at him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

For a minute he shook his head, then he gave a defeated huff. His reply was almost entirely what you expected it to be:

“Dad.” You fought the urge to ball your fists against his upper back when he kept going. “Son of a bitch threatened me. Again.”

Ah, yes, Mr. Prescott. The Myth, the man, the legend, the absolute asshole. You didn’t know a whole lot about him since you spared Nathan the awkward and spiteful conversation, but from you could gather he was a strictly businessman. No if’s, and’s, or buts, and definitely no ‘no’s. He was a verbally abusive jerk who apparently enjoyed picking on Nathan’s choice of habits, and even though part of you could agree that they weren’t what he needed, you hated the fact that his father used cold threats rather than actually trying to reach out and help him. He was just as much to blame as Nathan was for his son’s horrible life style.

But, still, despite Nathan’s anger, despite his hate and hurt, you loved him. So you continued to rub his back. He wasn’t perfect but he’s what you wanted, and you’d made that choice a year ago. 

“What a dick.” you murmured, and Nathan nodded. For a time there was another silence until you broke it. “Hey, it’s cold out here. Do you maybe wanna head inside?” You almost couldn’t recognize the softness in your tone but he could, and he nodded again. For someone as explosive as he was, someone who despised being ‘talked down to’ and being ‘treated like a child’, he responded to softness well. You’d never bring his attention to it but he followed kindness like a moth follows light.

He didn’t make a move to get up until you did, and when you were both standing you took the chance to lean up and place a chaste kiss on his cheek. He still smelled like weed but you didn’t say anything. He didn’t respond to the action and you thought maybe for a moment it made him upset for some unknown reason, but then, without meeting your gaze, he pulled you in for a hug.

His hugs weren’t comfortable, you’d learned. He was uncertain even after months of doing so, unsure where to rest his hands and where exactly to wrap his arms around. He was bony and angular and sometimes it felt like just straight up hugging stone, but this was Nathan. The hateful, uncaring and menacing Prescott with a chip on his shoulder, and he was hugging you, at least making an effort to be affectionate, to be docile. So, you wrap your arms right back around him. You lean your head against his chest and close your eyes, and you sigh against his collarbones. He could use the warmth.

Then, just as it began, he pulls away. You’ve also learned that he isn’t a fan of long hugs. He’d never given you a reason why but you guessed it had something to do with his issue about touching. It was confusing at times- when you two were alone in the other’s room he couldn’t get his hands off of you, rather it be cuddling or ‘other things’, but outside of that he bristled like a porcupine when you so much as ran your fingers over his own. It wasn’t because he was embarrassed of you, and you knew that for a fact when he kissed you in front of some kid you’d never met before to prove a point. He just had… Issues. Deep rooted issues that you fully intended on helping him smooth out.

“Yours or mine?” You asked softly, looking up at him, giving him the choice. Suddenly he lowered his head and groaned in shame.

“Yours,” He said. “I somehow managed to fucking lock myself out for the night.” You put a hand over your mouth to muffle a laugh and he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, asshole. It’s so funny.”

“It is funny!” You giggled. “How did you manage that?”

He kicked at the concrete beneath his feet, and spoke quietly, quickly. “The window closed behind me.”

A burst of laughter made it’s way out of you and you leaned forward for a moment, imaging the look of ‘fuck’ on his face when he heard the lock click behind him. Nathan Prescott, the master of sneaking out and being shady, got outsmarted by a window.

“Stupid fucking alarm systems.” He fumed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “If I wasn’t already in trouble I’d just walk the fuck in. Screw everyone trying to sleep.”

You laughed again. “Is that why you were meeting with Victoria?”

He rolled his eyes. “I was gonna’ call you at first but you,” He used finger quotations, “need your beauty sleep.”

It warmed you to think that he considered your comfort over his own, even if it was for a brief time only. “Maybe if you didn’t call me so often at night I wouldn’t complain as much.”

“Yeah well, too bad.” He mumbled, and there it was. He was right back to being himself. “So are we gonna’ go or?”

“Yeah, but I have to warn you, the window might just lock you out again.”

“Shut the hell up.”

The window held up it’s end for the night, remaining open for the duration of your trip and up to when you two climbed inside. It was funny watching him move quicker than usual, like a person crawling out of a broken elevator. When he was up on his feet he smugly grinned at you and led you to your own dorm. Just like when you left there wasn’t a soul up and moving around except for you two. It was alluring, almost, knowing that in a building of nearly 100+ kids you two were probably the only ones awake. Everything was silent, almost echoing when he opened your door and walked in, finding his way to bed and falling down onto it face first.

“Graceful.” You teased, sitting beside him. He rolled onto his side and welcomed you to nestle against him. “And chivalrous.”

“”Fuck off,” He said, and just like earlier there was no bite to his tone. “I’m tired.”

“Climbing into a window really took that much out of you?” You settled next to him, sitting up and he found his way against your side. You wrapped your arms around him. In the course of your relationships you learning something shocking: Nathan was a cuddler behind closed doors. Well, that, and the realization that he liked to be the little spoon. You had no issue with it- he liked to feel protected and you liked having something to wrap your arms around. Everyone wins.

Since his head was resting on your chest you couldn’t see his face, but you just knew it was a glare at the disgruntled huff that left his lips. You sighed and ran your hand over the top of his hair, letting him relax against you.

“Come on Nathan,” you cooed. “You know I’m only joking.”

“I know.” He replied quietly, and if you hadn’t been with him for as long as you were you’d be surprised at the lack of anger in his tone. “I’m just… I don’t know. My dad’s so far up my ass I can almost taste the keyboard he uses type up email threats.”

You grimaced. “That’s gross.”

“Yeah, you’re fuckin’ telling me.”

“It’ll get better.” you said, even though you knew those weren’t the words he wanted to hear. He scoffed but didn’t move away.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure they will.” you could almost hear him rolling his eyes. “Things will get better when I’m 40 and have kids of my own to fuck up.”

“Don’t say that,” you frowned. “They’ll get better long before that. When school's out we can-...” you sighed, licked at your lips nervously, and said something that had been weighing at you for months. “We can run away.”

The silence was deafening.

“Run away?” He suddenly whispered, and it wasn’t really a question. It sounded like he was playing the idea in his head, imagining what it would be like.

“Yeah,” you breathed, petting his hair soothingly. “We can get out of here. Me and you, and Victoria if she wants to come.”

Victoria used to piss you off, made you feel threatened. She was beautiful and had more years of experience with Nathan than you did, knew secrets you could only hope to wonder about, could pick him out of a crowd blindfolded. Yes, she used to make you feel so small, but it changed when Nathan always came back to you. He kissed you, held you, loved you, and that was huge. Love wasn’t something he thought he could feel, but it was there, and it was for you. When you finally grasped that concept Victoria wasn’t a problem anymore. If anything you welcomed her- Nathan could use all the open arms and outlets he could get.

“Where would we go?” Nathan sounded interested now, and your heart lifted at the thought of him actually taking your statement into consideration.

You leaned back, stared up at the ceiling. “Anywhere,” you said. “And everywhere.” He shifted against you and you finally felt him relax. You smiled. “Sound good?”

“Hell yeah.” He said with a breath, and you could hear his exhausted smile. “No more shitty blackwell, no more shitty Arcadia Bay, and best of all no more shitty dad.”

You giggled in tired delight, feeling your eyes grow heavy. “We’ll see everything together, won’t we?”

When Nathan said something, slurred and soft, you almost asked him to repeat himself. But, you stopped yourself having been in this exact spot so many times- he’d fallen asleep. He always had a habit of saying things just as he was passing out and at times it annoyed you- you wanted to know what he had said, but other times it was endearing, like he just couldn’t keep himself awake but also wanted to continue your useless conversation. You warmed up at the thought of knowing Nathan did these things- things that no one else but you would know.

You relished in Nathan’s eased state of mind, his head tucked beneath your chin as you pet over his hair. No one knew him like you knew him, knew how small he could be when he didn’t have his walls built sky high. No one knew how easy he fell apart, or molded against you. You were the only one who knew that when he fell asleep peacefully, not induced from a narcotic or drug, he looked like an angel. So relaxed, so peaceful. No one knew he sometimes talks in his sleep, or that his favorite sleeping position (when alone) is on his stomach.

No one would get to know him like you, and it was an oddly possessive but calming thought. Only you could wrap your arms around him, feel him melt against your body as he let you hold him. His anger can only last for so long, you’ve picked up. He burns out quicker than he’d like to admit. He sometimes thinks he’s indestructible, that he’s a wildfire that can burn forever. But, even the mightiest fires can be doused. Even the harshest of storms have a calm. After struggling to learn him and his ways, you figured it out. This, curled up beside you and vulnerable, was his calm.

You leaned your head back against the headboard. It was 5:30 am now, you’d be up for school in less than two hours, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. You could sleep sitting up just fine. You didn’t want to risk moving and waking him up. Instead, you imagined a better time. A time where he wasn’t calling you in the middle of the night, masking a break down in bitter laughter or drugs. You imagined a time where you’d hop in his car, one bag packed each, and Nathan would hit the gas pedal so hard the entire car would jerk with it’s start up. It wouldn’t matter who stared, or pointed. The two of you were never coming back.

Now leaving Arcadia Bay.

You could almost see it behind your eyes when they closed, and boy was it a wonderful sight. Long day’s and even longer nights with him. So many sights to see, so many things to do without the chains of Nathan’s father breathing down his neck. No one could tell either of you what to do when you would be out on the road. You knew it would be hard. He was hard. He was loud and irrational and at times tiresome but it always came back around when he’d shove his pride to the side and settle next to you, apologizing, trying to get better. He was always trying to get better. Even now you could pick out the differences in his demeanor since when you’d first met him. He wasn’t as quick to argue with you anymore. He still had trouble believing he was in the wrong but he’d progressed in listening to you, and just him trying was enough to let you believe he could get past all of his emotional baggage.

Now leaving Arcadia Bay.

It was almost so close you could touch it, reach out and drag your fingers over the old and weather-worn sign. You could almost hear Nathan sitting in the driver's seat beside you, asking where you wanted to go first. It was a warm and inviting image and when it lulled you to sleep, you smiled, pet his hair again. The last thing you heard was his sleepy noise of content, and the last thing you felt was his arm squeeze you just a bit tighter.

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could you do jerejean for that ship post pls?

u BET i can

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

who is more likely to hurt the other?

ouch ok honestly this is a cop out but they both work extremely hard not to hurt each other and their only slip ups are in ignorance & fear

jeremy claps a hand on jean’s shoulder because he forgets he forgets and there’s nothing he can do but step back and learn how to soothe with his voice when he’s ALWAYS soothed with hands and arms and kisses pressed into hair

jean flinches and flinches and says things he never wanted to mean and jeremy knows but it hurts

who is emotionally stronger?

Listen there are only so many winters ur emotions can weather before they can’t come back from it and jean’s tolerance for hurt of any kind is kind of dead grass for a while. He’s a broken bone that had to be re-broken to set u know, meanwhile jeremy’s never been broken or sprained or bruised and he can take it instead

who is physically stronger?

They’re both like super high class athletes but I think Jean has been pushed so hard for so long that he definitely has something to show for it?? Jeremy is a lil more soft and compact and jean is cut and could probably carry jeremy on his shoulders

who is more likely to break a bone? 

mean and bad next

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

Jeremy becomes an absolute champion at this like he has all these rituals that are as opposite to riko as he can get (I wrote a lil about it in my first jerejean fic), he opens the curtains so jean can remember where he is, and he surrounds him w warm things, leaves positive voicemails in between classes on Jean’s bad days and sometimes he stays home to be w him. he like. gets it.

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

Jeremy apologizes during the argument like jean has a complaint about the trojans and jeremy’s like “that’s dumb wait sorry I love you sorry wait ur right the trojans should change their team colours to something more flattering to your skin tone”

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

Jean treats Jeremy’s because Jean never gets hurt again ever in his life am i right kids

who is in constant need of comfort? 

:((( jean :( :( the first year out of the nest is bad. He screams himself hoarse sometimes and cries constantly sometimes and flinches at ticking clocks and avoids stairwells and basements. Jeremy doesn’t know how to help someone who was born in hell and just broke through the surface. He offers his hand and it takes about 13 months but Jean takes it

who gets more jealous? 

Jean gets so jealous because jeremy is radiant and woos anyONE (hi.. kevin day…. feels more for jeremy than he does for exy) and he feels so undeserving sometimes but he’s also pretty frank after a while like he’ll be like ‘jer im watching u & we are exclusive” and escort him from the scene

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

jean isn’t like neil, he doesn’t run away when he panics, he just freezes. It gives Jeremy time to talk him down (a benefit andrew WISHES he had). also Jeremy doesn’t know anywhere else he’d rather be. No one leaves anyone.

who will propose? 

jeremy DEFINITELY and it’s like 10 years down the line but he buys a ring like 1 year in because he knows 2 things: 1. He’s in love with Jean 2. Jean can only breathe with a little space 

sidebar their wedding is gold and blue can anyone say day vs night

who has the most difficult parents?

😒

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

Jeremy x100 he’s sooo clingy and he realizes pretty early on that jean’s hands can be touched w pretty much no problem so he’s always grabbing and swinging and stroking his thumb over the irregularities in Jean’s fingers

who comes up for the other all the time? 

at any given time jeremy is trying to figure out how to work jean into the conversation

who hogs the blankets? 

I feel like jeremy naturally starfishes but he makes a concerted effort to see Jean bundled, so he wakes up w the covers bunched around his chest and he throws them all over jean and tucks them around his neck and kisses his shoulder for good measure

who gets more sad? 

:’( 

who is better at cheering the other up? 

Kinda already covered this but Jeremy is a machine designed for comfort he is the personification of blowing bubbles

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

ok jeremy makes THE stupidest jokes and Jean usually glares but if it’s dire a bitch might elbow 

who is more streetwise?

jean knows a lot about survival and he CAN fight back but he often won’t. (he eventually learns to apply his skills when his trojans are being threatened) bless Jeremy he knows exy and teamwork and minor family problems and that’s it

who is more wise?

they’re both sharp, but jean has a little of that multilingual world-weary thing going on, so I think he just narrowly wins out. Jeremy is very good at english and he’s got the people smarts so they balance rlly well

who’s the shyest? 

jean poor thing he’s intensely quiet (but scathing…. fuck) and he’ll take about oh 1 billion years to let you in, but when he does he has a lot to fucking say most of it savage

who boasts about the other more? 

jeremy is always like “oh jean? STAR of the edgar allen ravens?? yeah he dropped that dead weight and now he’s the best exy player ever and i love him and i get to kiss his pretty mouth”

who sits on who’s lap?

I don’t think jean would want to be pinned down and i think he’d be too embarrassed to sit on jeremy’s lap in PUBLIC but secretly I think he’d like the way jeremy holds his hips and doesn’t stop grinning the whole time

[kh-d-r]

rollliin off that blue pill... blue. that color, since i've been muslim i've learned about the significance of that color. its associated with appearing to be something it is not. Allah kept showing me this with my ex wife and i kept ignoring it. the song 'blue pill' by travis scott and metroboomin just came out when she tried to come back to me the 2nd or 3rd time. and i kept playing it. like most trav songs - its sonically fire. so it was on repeat but it has an eerie vibe to it, like a self deceiving type of vibe. the blue pill he speaks of is likely referring to blue 1mg Xanax pills or blue Oxycodone 30mg (Percocet) very potent and dangerous, giving an intense euphoric high... and euphoria can be deceptive yet it feels so good. the sky appears to be blue but it isnt. good ol ether gives us that perception but you can chase that blue going up all you want - youll end up in the black. my ex wife is one of the most beautiful women i've ever met. but im an aries. shes a virgo. she takes her time with things and i rush - naturally. so we clash even when we try our best not to. her beauty kept me trying, also her intelligence, shes one of the most intelligent woman i have been with. but all that, even her intelligence has nothing to do with her social skills and how we relate to one another. on paper we look like the perfect couple. but in real time - the complete opposite. kodak said it best:  You ain't the one for me, baby You ain't got shit I need, bitch You want me to take my time with you Well maybe I'm not your speed, bitch Maybe I'm out your league, bitch You ain't even got no cheese, bitch Maybe I'm just too G for you Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch every single line of that hook is accurate. even the parts that may confound you... when she tried to come back around the 4th time, i sat at a place with her, that i frequent, but this time, i sat in a seat i never sat in before and all i saw was a blue wall, fading from dark to light blue. i ignored it again and kept trying. then i stopped.  i looked up the whole red pill blue pill thing. i havent watched the matrix in over a decade so i couldnt remember off hand - but then i saw that blue was the bullshit and red was the truth... i was like FUCK. Allah indeed does give signs - one of my favorite photos of her, shes wearing a blue hijab...

AK

[thefuckingmurderhouse]

The Confessions

All 69 confessions (yay!?) That got posted before I made this, no filter.

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I fantasise about Rutger

1/18/2017 4:21 PM

Here's the mother of all confessions, i cant help but sing along to Justin Bieber...and I dont even like him.

1/18/2017 3:59 PM

I admit bossy makes me all squirmy sometimes but other times I want to strangle the bossies.

1/18/2017 3:42 PM

If someone says something that turns me off during cyber, I fake a disconnect. I have the crappiest net connection ever!

1/18/2017 3:18 PM

People who bitch about courtesy and manners irritate me. Just because someone isn't up the crack of your ass or your best friend, doesn't make their sentiments any less genuine. Can you sound more ungrateful?

1/18/2017 2:21 PM

Everytime she walks into a room, I want to make love to her face.

1/18/2017 1:59 PM

DOn't never forget when you getting that temporary thrill; the one you shoved off to get it is getting the distance they need to walk away..

1/18/2017 12:49 PM

you think you are god's gift to women, and yet at some point maybe you were. now though you are just one man in the long line of rejected boys.

1/18/2017 12:47 PM

People who aren't your friends congratulating you on things, annoy me. Not friends that truly understand the struggles that I went through to get to the place where I am.

1/18/2017 12:40 PM

I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world. Life in plastic, its fantastic.

1/18/2017 11:40 AM

What is the point in congratulating someone on a new relationship online? It's not something we go around doing in real time, why do we insist on doing it online?

1/18/2017 11:37 AM

If your lonely and you know it, submit to Vulgar - claps hands- If your lonely and you know it, submit to Vulgar - claps hands- If your lonely and you know it, then your knees will surely show it , submit to Vulgar -claps hands-

1/18/2017 10:16 AM

I confess I would be happy in seven collars. One for each day.

1/17/2017 9:13 PM

I don't think my husband understands how much I really love him. We are stronger than ever and I truly happy with our life and how it is going. I just wish I could convey it better then I do.

1/17/2017 9:00 PM

I have a crush on Malice's hoochers ...

1/17/2017 8:55 PM

I'm so over you.

1/17/2017 8:27 PM

I confess, I have a girl crush on myself, too. -winks- <3

1/17/2017 8:26 PM

I still sleep with a stuffed bear, one that came from my niece because it makes me feel close to her and well it's better then being in bed alone.

1/17/2017 8:02 PM

@Q Don't worry, there are sexual desires involved in said fantasy too! -coughs back-

1/17/2017 7:57 PM

I think I finally found the one, It feels so right and natural to be upon my knees before him, and yet, I will never be able to call him Daddy, but I shall always call him Master.

1/17/2017 7:53 PM

I have a filthy dirty mouth but people wants me to be lady like well fuck that shit take me as I am or can fuck right off. I like my dirty mouth thank you very much it allows me way to decompress from the stress of real time

1/17/2017 7:49 PM

I am with the wrong person.

1/17/2017 7:28 PM

I'd totally do Murder, like fuck her, not kill someone.

1/17/2017 7:28 PM

I confess to the fantasy of being in Q's collar. The one and only woman to ever elicit such feelings from me.. in a non sexual way.

1/17/2017 7:25 PM

I'm in love with somebody who's taken and doesn't even know I exist.

1/17/2017 7:09 PM

I confess that I bite my tongue too much. I'm afraid that one of these days I'm just gonna blow up and say everything that I've been holding in.

1/17/2017 7:01 PM

I wish my skill at design was half as good as care's

1/17/2017 6:59 PM

I have a girl crush on Q, and malice, and care

1/17/2017 6:56 PM

Being online is such a trip. I mean honestly, take a step back and evaluate how we interact with one another. Would you do that in real life? Would you straight up grope people just cause they're your friend? Would you talk with them about imaginary characters as if they're real people? Would you stab people in the back the way that you do? The screen is just as much a window into some wonderful fantasy, as it is a shield between you and the real world. It's given me some of the best people, and some of the worst people I've ever known. I need the periodic break to get a grip on what's really important, but with this age of technology it's hard to know who is a real friend, and who needs to say on the other side of the internet.

1/17/2017 6:51 PM

*farts* -waves hand - Oh god !. I confess I was holding that in for quite a while.

1/17/2017 5:12 PM

if I ever win the lottery ... I know two bitches that will be hello kitty spa'ing it up ...

1/17/2017 3:32 PM

They will never understand the anger I feel when they act like they were your best friends when all they did was cut you out because of their jealousy.

1/17/2017 3:21 PM

He's moved on and he'll never know that I'm still in love with him

1/17/2017 2:33 PM

Nothing like having your heart broken in the worst way and then being ripped off on top of it. Even though you could literally ruin him, but he took for granted the fact that your just not that kind of person. Sometimes, I wish I was that kind of person.

1/17/2017 2:21 PM

I confess I always want more than I have, even when I have everything I could want.

1/17/2017 2:06 PM

All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?

1/17/2017 2:05 PM

there are many times I wish I could go back and change some things, and yet I wonder if He would still had been with me through those changes or if he was meant for other great things and I was a stone in the path of life

1/17/2017 2:05 PM

i wish you would put yourself in my shoes, then you might understand and stop making excuses.

1/17/2017 2:03 PM

I have missed you for so long, it became a habit to say I am hurting. I just realized, I am not hurting anymore and I am not sure when that happened, but it feels fucking great to be free.

1/17/2017 1:41 PM

I wish Addiction was free too.. but he charges. 20 bucks an hour. Totally fuckin' worth it!

1/17/2017 1:15 PM

I wish that I was good enough for you to hang around all the time, and not just when your others are busy.

1/17/2017 12:48 PM

Originality - like Common Sense. Not all that common in the RP world.

1/17/2017 12:44 PM

I'm happiest when I'm being a puppy.

1/17/2017 11:42 AM

I wish he would live less in RP and more in the real world. Maybe someday he will be a real live boy

1/17/2017 10:11 AM

Sometimes I think the past pain, and hurt won't allow me to be truly happy with my One.

1/17/2017 9:33 AM

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

1/17/2017 8:59 AM

Sometimes I wish, He would look at me as more then a Friend. That he would take me like he means it, and be the one for me.

1/17/2017 8:57 AM

My heart hurts for the state I'm in right now, stuck between having what I want on one and then not having it fully on the other side.

1/17/2017 8:25 AM

My trust keeps getting broken. I thought I had learned my lesson, but apparently not. Makes me want to pack it in and disappear, and quit RPing entirely. I've considered it for years.

1/17/2017 8:16 AM

I wish just once he would look at me the way he does her.........

1/17/2017 3:58 AM

Your words say "You are important. I need you in my life. I miss you when you are not here" Your actions say "I won't let you in because (Reasons). You don't excite me enough to flirt with anymore. I don't have the energy to learn the you, you are becoming. So I will treat you as if you are still the old you." And yet, you are amazed that I don't give you attention anymore? That I won't chase you anymore. That I no longer hang on your every word. You see, it is because I am off spending time with people who want me my attention and show it. I don't hate you. I miss you, and how you used to make me feel. I just don't believe your words anymore.

1/17/2017 1:03 AM

My collar is a halo ...

1/16/2017 10:55 PM

I met the worst person I've ever known online, and they are still the love of my life.

1/16/2017 10:35 PM

Sometimes I wonder if the people on ReVo would like me half as much if they knew I was actually a man in real life

1/16/2017 9:50 PM

I wish Addiction was free

1/16/2017 9:41 PM

When you seek acceptance for your own kinks and quirks, remember that you must give others acceptance for theirs.

1/16/2017 8:33 PM

Sometimes I feel like the people that claim to be my friends or to like me only come around if they want something and consider me a doormat, or someone they can easily manipulate

1/16/2017 7:50 PM

I would probably murder a really bad person for a pizza right now.

1/16/2017 7:47 PM

I in my role play went from being a bad ass bitch to being a cyber bunny to now finally forming bonds in true role play and thoroughly enjoying the role play I do have I am learning it is not quantity its Quality

1/16/2017 7:31 PM

I miss being wanted by many women online. I use to have pick of the litter, I can't even get one to be with me now and I am very lonely over it.

1/16/2017 7:17 PM

Sometimes I wonder if people realize they paint me a bad person when they don't even know me. At least know a person before you villainize them.

1/16/2017 7:11 PM

ReVo is my home and family even when I feel like taking long breaks from the online world due to drama others can and do create

1/16/2017 6:39 PM

Sometimes I wonder if people really enjoy and want me around or if I'm just something they tolerate.

1/16/2017 6:07 PM

I come to ReVo for the people, I stay for the loyalty, and I am consumed by the roleplay which I haven't yet created.

1/16/2017 4:50 PM

I sometimes miss being popular everywhere and having my IM's blow up. Not as much as I used to. Its like the older I get, the more I dont care about roleplay as much due to the amount of drama in every single genre!

1/16/2017 4:01 PM

I have an incredible need to submit to one particular man.

1/16/2017 3:42 PM

I confess I am attracted to roleplay for the sex and now it seems almost taboo to admit that it's for cybering over playing out only stories. Sure that is great to have in it and to create along the way but my confession is I want the action a lot more.

1/16/2017 3:30 PM

my Oh so well kept hidden confession is that ReVo rocks and has some really epic people in. Oh and Grey is hot!