#LIKE I KNEW BUT NOW I KNOWWWWW

[tinynap]

guys sapnap like goes to the gym . like he actually goes to the gym and worksout ans like lifts weights and whstever like is this mindfucking anyone else HE WORKS OUT8-$(46291+/4?;$)#)@)#;7&

[ashfdhfgdsfk]

what is the most insane looking emoji i need it

[livvyofthelake]

this post (from january). was about percy jackson. re: sidequest from january.

protagonists need to stop having moms that are cooler than them it’s going to tear the fabric of society one of these days

[mystellenia]

IM HAVING A MOMENT

guys pls stay with me okay. imagine ellie as like a super studious girl, always participating in lectures and asking questions to fill the dead silent room. then once u take up the class—planetary science, of course—and pick your lucky seat as the one right smack next to her, suddenly she’s tripping over her words, saying answers wrong, and overall just embarrassing herself in front of you, the new cute girl who makes her forget her own name.

truthfully, you’d picked your seat on purpose, seeing her turn back once u first entered on the first day of semester two and just knew you needed to know her. you peek over at her notes every now and then and get to thinking when u see all the correct answers scribbled in her notebook and typed on her laptop, but only hear wrong ones when she tries to verbally answer.

after a long 2 hour lecture of sneaky glances her way, u quickly ask her if she’d be down to tutor u twice a week at your place. really, u didn’t need the tutoring but she didn’t know that ;))

so ofc space-obsessed loser ellie is like somersaulting tripping over her words, but finally says yes with a beet-red face that she hopes u don’t notice (u very much do).

notes: i made a longer part two, read here!! feeling inspired after this BADDIE BADDIE BADDIE that i never talk to talked to me once class ended 😋😋 let me knowwwww

also this pic is what u see every time u peek over just her perfect yummy pretty profile but she's too busy being studious

click here!! oh and here too!! ˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶

[frigidwife]

did i misread the arun/maitre stuff or was that whole thing designed for armand's gratification, not louis'? the "armand was a sex slave ofc he's good in bed" take is crass imo, but also misses the point? louis is the one bartering w desire now for his own (& claudia's) survival. he's the one adopting a fake persona & going through the motions to appease a partner who threatens him. if the sex is mid it's not bc armand lacks "technical skill" or w/e it's bc he doesn't care abt louis' pleasure, agency, or even his waning interest so long as he toes the line. & yes 2 things can be true, sexual chemistry can co-exist w abuse/coercion. but if l0umand's sex was fire the show didn't convey that? in the closest we get to a sex scene (ep6) louis was grimly disengaged & armand was midway through scripting his lynching. i doubt the writers did this by accident?

yeah exactly exactly …people literally do seem to think it was by accident😭 the takes when episode six aired that were like “you guys just aren’t ready to see gay men who are switches in a bdsm relationship” Like woah this isn’t found fucking footage This is a constructed narrative with deliberate framing 😭😭😭 and they reallyyyy wanted that narrative to be l/a romance and it’s simply not . WHICH is why the service-oriented “””””””wife guy””””” fan characterization of armand pisses me off so much like neither armand’s control nor his “submission” are for louis’s benefit and it’s a huge and obvious lie he tells (for the control; i don’t even think Armand pretends the roleplay is for louis’s benefit people just ran with that) that anything he does makes louis happy. Or honestly even the idea that he wants to make louis happy and just doesn’t know how lets armand off the hook . It’s killing me actually we’re literally given a scene w armand w big wet eyes saying it was love about the events leading to louis’s lynching, in the episode after we see him torture louis and then erase it from his memory. and now i have to see 9 million posts like It was love guys it was loveee armand just didn’t knowwwww any better bc he was born in a cardboard box and only knew cults 🥺 No it was strategic from the start his veneer of generosity is so fucking transparent !!

[sorbetisfruity]

Imagine you and some of the TWST guys are preparing for a little party. Whether it be a tea party, or maybe an unbirthday party, idk but THERES A PARTY GOING ON OKAY?

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Obviously Ace and Deuce are there, and so is Grim and Jack and Epel. They practically follow you everywhere so of course they’d help you set up!! Even if they really don’t wanna.

Riddle, Leona, and Vil are there too. Leona doesn’t really wanna be there, but he can’t let his poor weak herbivore do it all on their own, can he?

No, he can’t. He likes you too much to leave you alone because he knows only like, 3 people are gonna help you out.

Riddle is there to make sure no one breaks any rules and behaves accordingly and Vil is there to make sure everything is absolutely perfect. It’s a big party after all, and anything other than perfect could ruin his reputation!!! And we wouldn’t want that, would we??:(

You’re setting the table, trying to make everything as perfectly set as possible. Yet no matter how straight and how perfect you put down those plates and silverware, Vil is correcting it and criticizing you.

“Is it really that hard to set the table correctly Prefect? I know not having magic shouldn’t effect your ability to set a table..” he’d complain, fixing yet another fork you apparently laid down incorrectly.

And you’d stay quiet, getting more and more upset by the minute as you continued setting the table.

And everyone could tell you were getting fed up, but decided to stay quiet for their own good, because they know how Vil is.

“Prefect, at this point it might be better for me to set this table. You’re doing it all wrong. It looks absolutely hideous.” He complained again, making you look up from the fork he asked you to adjust.

“Vil, it looks fine. Can’t you go bother somebody else? I know how to set a table.” You finally talked back, making everyone look up and turn to you two.

“It doesn’t look fine. It looks horrendous. Just like your skin. Have you been doing that skincare routine I showed you?” He fussed, reaching out to touch your face, “and besides, the table only looks a little bit better because I fixed it. Like I said, it doesn’t take magic to set a table, now does it? You should be able to do this with no issues, right?”

You backed away from him, huffing as you did so. “No, I haven’t. I’ve been too busy planning this party and with school and with you guys. I don’t have time for that stuff right now.”

Leona then interrupts, getting in between you two.

“Leave the herbivore alone, table looks fine,” he mumbled with a yawn, “if it looks so awful, maybe you should do it yourself.” He leaned against you, closing his eyes as he spoke.

You sent Leona a thankful smile, looking at Vil as he glared sharply at the both of you.

“Are you being serious? Leona, look at it. It’s a mess. Great Seven, you can’t even set a table correctly. What are you good for, anyways? You’re magicless, you lack strength in general, you can’t even take care of yourself, and your grades are slipping!”

“You’re awful. I will never, never understand why the Black Mirror brought you here.”

The room went silent. The dishes in your hand went clattering to the floor, some shattering on impact.

You knew he can be an asshole, but fuck man.

That hurt.

That hurt a lot.

“You know what, Vil? Fuck you. I’m fucking trying, okay? But it’s hard to focus on things when I’m tackling one overblot and problem after another. I know you’re stressed out and shit, but you don’t need to take it out on me.” You took a deep breath, glaring at him as you teared up.

“I’m so fucking done.”

Before you knew it, your eyes were filled with tears and you were running out the door, hearing your friends shout for you as you ran.

God you wanna go home..

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Oh how I love angst!!

I really wanna make a part 2!! Would you guys like that? Lemme knowwwww!!

If I do make a part two, we’ll see Neige and get a lil more info about Vil and why he said what he said🤞🤞

[justevelynnnn]

hiii! i was wondering if you could do bunny!reader and Connie doing something maybe a bit wholesome like maybe grocery shopping? 😭😭

Hellooooooo! My first request 😭😭! Ok so, basically for this is had to do a bit of research because I never heard of the bunny!reader thing so idk y my mind went to like and actual half human, half bunny situation but hopefully I got it right let me knowwwww!

You hopped right into my heart

Warnings: none

Content: just fluff 👍🏾

- People would describe you as a bunny a lot of the time

- You were shy, curious, easily startled…

- So how did someone like you, end up with some on like him?

- You went with your friend one day to the mall and that’s when he saw you

- You wore a whole white outfit that contrasted well with your darker skin. It was simple really, a white crop top and a short lacy skirt, white stockings and some white flats.

- He just had to have you

- Luckily for him your friend saw him and pointed him out to you as he walked over

- You were nervous at first and tried to hide behind her but she reassured you it was fine and stepped out the way

- He was fine enough so you did end up giving him your number and the rest was history

- Connie Springer was the town’s bad boy. He wore ripped jeans and buzz cut his hair a lot and messed around in school all the way up until graduation

- You however, while jumpy and sometimes silly when comfortable, was an exceptional student who was often quiet and to herself

- You went to college but he didn’t. He was wild and edgy and you were tame and soft

- So why did you chose him?

- Well it’s like they say, opposites attract!

- You calmed Connie down, he pulled you out your shell

- You guys first date was going on a picnic.

- Connie chose the perfect day, it was sunny but not too hot with a nice breeze. He knew you liked vegetables so he brought some ingredients to make a salad which you thought was sweet 🤍

- He loved your softness and almost purity

- After a while you guys would go grocery shopping

- He would take care of your stuff first so berries, lettuce and carrots and other healthy things would fill the basket

- Connie goes to the gym so he knows about being healthy but he would also get things like potion powder and eggs

- He would always pay and push the basket no matter what you said and he would put all the bags in the trunk too.

- Then you guys would drive around and listen to music. He listened to a lot of rap and a bit of rock even but you didn’t.

- “Some of these lyrics are so….violent..” You’d say and Connie would just laugh.

- You listened to softer music and pop and you even introduced him to Taylor Swift

- When the town saw you with the famous “bad boy” there were mixed reactions. Some people were worried you’d become like him and some were hoping he’d become more like you..

- Eventually everyone got used to it and now you guys were the walking definition of couple goals

- Connie would eventually nickname you his bunny because of how you reminded him of them so often with how you act

- You absolutely loved it, he really made your heart melt

- “Man, when I saw you at the mall that day, it’s like you hopped right into my heart..” He said on you guys one year anniversary of being together.

- You didn’t do much other than smile and peck him on his cheek :)

I liked this idea a lot 😭👍🏾 I hope it’s what you wanted or that I got it right at least

[kamiversee]

that blurb u posted but decided to take out of the chapter literally me giggling, kicking my feet, and rolling around in my bed omfg Kami please YOU KNOWWWWW HOW CHOSO GETS MEEEEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Well if that’s the case, here’s a blurb I deleted from the Christmas chapter…

It was after sex w Choso but he was eager for more, yes things are missing but it’s just a blurb ><

Here’s 1k words of Choso thirsting for you. It’s smut btw, just not finished so you may feel edged in the end :3

“That’s what the fuck I thought,” Choso scoffs and then goes back to what he was doing, parting your legs nice and wide enough for his head to go between them.

Your cunt was already wet again from his moment of being commanding. You didn’t even realize how hot you found that until he pointed it out.

“Damn,” Choso chuckles, “Look at her,” He moves a hand and spreads your folds apart to watch the way your liquids glisten. The tip of his cock leaks at the sight, enough precum flowing out that the male almost thought he was experiencing an orgasm already.

Looking at you made his dick so hard and his mouth was watering like crazy, so much so that he was almost drooling already.

“Choso please don’t talk to my pussy like it’s a person,” You say jokingly.

He bites his lip as he stares at your sex, “I can’t help it, baby. She talks to me so I talk to her.” Choso says before slipping his thumb in between your folds. He doesn’t push it in but instead, collects some of your moisture on his skin, hearing you let out a breath of air, “She’s always so wet f’me… ‘nd soft, ‘nd warm…” He comments.

You release a subtle whine, “S-Stop talking…”

Choso’s thumb slides up to your clit and he applies a little bit of pressure, “Why? She likes it when I talk to her,” He continues.

You bite back any sounds that threaten to come out.

“Look at her,” He murmurs, tipping his head to the side, “You’ miss me, princess?” The way he’s talking makes your body twitch in both embarrassment and arousal, the movement not going unnoticed by Choso, “See? I told you she talks to me.”

“Choso-“ Your voice drowns out when the man moves both of his thumbs to your folds and spreads you apart, quickly pressing his tongue to your wetness. “Mmh… w-wait-“

His tongue swipes up and he presses the muscle down as if to really allow your liquids to simmer on his tongue. Then, he pulls away and sighs, “Y’know, I’m surprised you haven’t said anything yet…”

“A-About what?” You whisper, your eyes up on the ceiling as you wonder how you went from thinking about taking a break to here.

Choso takes his hands off you and moves to get off the couch for a minute. “You haven’t noticed something’s missing?” He asked, “Babe, we made out several times already…”

Babe? That’s… new? You ignore it, “Okay…?”

“My feelings are starting to get hurt, y’know…” Choso says with a purposeful pout as he makes his way over to a bag of his. You see him reach into it and then pull out another item, unable to tell exactly what he’s doing due to the lighting.

“I’m confused, what’s missing?” You ask as you start to sit up.

“Don’t move,” Choso voices out. His back is to you so you have no idea how the hell he knew you were repositioning yourself but you freeze and then lay back down, “And now I’m disappointed…”

Your brows furrow, “Cho, just tell me what’s missing?”

You could see his arms moving but you really didn’t know what he was doing. Then, he puts something back into his bag and turns around to you. Choso walks right back over to you and he waits a moment before getting on the couch, simply looking down at you.

You stare up for a moment, glance down at his erection for a moment, a moment longer than intended because his dick is huge, and looking at it distracts you, and then before you even think about looking up, he’s talking.

“Eyes up here, pretty girl,” Choso says.

You glance up and the man then sticks his tongue out. That was when you remembered that cursed piercing of his. The same piercing that’s had you weak all over for quite some time. How could you forget such a thing?

The male closes his mouth and then moves to get on top of you, “Y’know I took it out not too long after I left,” He informs you, “Haven’t put it back in since.” He says, settling in between your legs again.

Your brows furrow, “Why would you-“

His lips press into your cunt abruptly and you let out a breathy sigh. Then, Choso smirks, “Keep talkin’ princess, don’t mind me.”

“I c-can’t talk when you-,” He does it again. This time, his lips part over you and his tongue is slipping in between your folds within seconds, “Fuck…”

There it is, there’s that damn piercing of his tickling you. And it’s fucking cold, contrasting your warmth and making you shudder. Choso licks at your sex a few times before his hands move again. He uses both of his thumbs to spread your folds for a second time and then dives right in.

His tongue smears against your pussy and you can’t help the quiet moan that leaves you. “C-Choso… hah…”

He curls his tongue up as he licks you, forcing your taste into his mouth right before he pulls away to speak, “What? Jus’ give me five minutes…” He grumbles, not even looking up at you as the little taste he got was enough to have him hungry for you, “I missed eating you out so fucking much.” Choso breathes.

You don’t get the chance to respond as his mouth latches onto your cunt again. This time he sucks and slurps your taste into his mouth, gulping loudly and shamelessly as he drinks in your moisture. A groan leaves his throat at the way your taste flows into his mouth and you release a whine.

“Baby…” Choso grunts, “Let me do this til’ you fall asleep.” He requests.

“You said five minutes…”

“I wanna’ eat til’ my jaw locks again.”

Yes, yes he said again. He’s done it before. Three times actually.

“Choso what is up with you? Shouldn’t you be tired?”

He stops for a moment and finally looks up to your eyes, “Baby, let me make you feel good.”

Sorry not sorry for edging y’all w this💀

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Newsies Goil

“Dat goil over there s called Emma.” Jack says pointing her out to Racetrack.

The newsie goil was far better than that bitch Sarah, who fooled CowBoy and then cheated on him.

“I’s love you.” Emma said and Jack smiled at her.

“I love that you’se a Newsie Goil. Dat’s so much better than Sarah. I’s love you too.”

Too show his love, Jack begins to serenade her.

“Wow.” She says. “I never knew you could play the piano.

“I’m full of surprises.” Jack says back with a wink. “Did you know that I have enough money for a wedding. You can get a dress and be the prettiest goil there.”

“I don’t wanna wear a dress.” She says frowning. “Those are so girly.”

Jack laughs and keeps singing Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

“Yous is right bout dat.” He says. “That’s like you wearing make up.”

They both laugh at his joke as they both know she doesn’t wear make up like Sarah to try and impress the boys. Her face is naturally pale and flawless with her green eyes bright even with no mascara.

She watches intensely as Jack keeps playing the piano. He must still be sad about Sarah cheating on him with Blink and Skittery two separate times she thinks, because how much emotion he puts into the song as his eyes tear up.

Tears start to stream down his cheeks as he sings about ice in her soul and Emma wants to hug him.

Her raven black hair covers her face as she looks down. She likes to stand like this so no one can see how ugly she is although she always has boys chasing her. She doesn’t understand why.

Jack finishes his song and she doesn’t look up.

“I won’t cheat on you like dat bitch Sarah.”

“I trust you.” Jack says and they kiss.

Jack goes home to tell davey and the other boys that he’s in love.

Emma is about to leave to but then she spots a man in the corner. One she never thought she’d see again.

Morris Delancey. A bully of the newsies.

She quickly tucked her hair under her hat to disguise herself as a boy again like she did for a year, it always helped her sell the most papers when she pretended to be a boy, especially because there were no goil newsies.

she was surprised when Morris started to cry.

“What’s wrong.” She asked trying to keep her voice low to disguise she was a girl, it was difficult because her long eyelashes could give her away so she had to disguise everything good.

“I don’t need no help from a newsie.” Morris says but his eyes are sad.

She hates him for hurting her friends but she feels bad for him also.

She decides to help him because if she wanted to she could beat him in a fight. She would take the chance at talk to him.

She did it last week when he had made a comment at Jack, the love of her life. She had punched his r face and broke his nose and was too fast for him.

“Even delanceys can get sad.” She says as comfort and he nods. “What’s wrong.”

“Ise in love with the prettiest girl I ever seen with raven black hair and green eyes. She’s 4 ft 5 inches but she disappeared before I could tell her I love her.”

Emma gasps. There’s no way he can be talking about her can he??

But she is that short she thinks. She always needs Mush’s help to climb into her bunk and reach things cause she’s too tiny.

It’s hard being the only news goil.

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Pops head up from behind walls

Waves. Hi guys sorry it’s been a few months-

Spot: a few months! Dat ain’t good enough goil the people was waiting

Me: I knowwwww

Didn’t watch newsies for a bit

Jack, looking offended but ripped: I thought you loved me

(My eyes tear up) ignore him!!

Anyway I’m back in newsies now and the next chapter is comingsooooon

Spot: (rolls his eyes)

Me: hey! Don’t roll your eyes at me! I could kill you off.

(Takes deep breath and smooths out shirt)

*anyway* should be back with the next update soon!!

Rawr XD (rolls out on mini convertible)

[nicksbestie]

hii!! i was wondering if you could write a luke fic idea i had :))

sooo i have a tally tat and i was thinking about what it would be like if you took luke with you to get a tattoo but you won't tell him what it is until you're getting it done and it happens to be the tatty tattoo (kinda the same style as his but on the side of your hip) ORRR maybe you already have one and it's his reaction to seeing it for the first time. either way i just knowwwww he would lose it in the best way if he found out you had a piece of him become a piece of you

thank u bff!!

Tally Tattoo

word count : 1713

warnings : general tattoo stuff, discussion of needles

enjoy!

<3

Tattoos were a big piece of your life, loving to get important things inked onto you so that you could remember it forever.

The question of “you know that’s permanent, right?” or “what if you stop liking them or that thing and then it’s stuck on you forever?” never really bothered you, because you knew that if something was a big enough deal for you to get a tattoo of it, that you could always look back on it and remember just how much it meant to you at the time, fond memories would fill your mind. 

So, if there was something that meant enough to you, you would get it tattooed. You’d gotten music artists, movie characters, flowers, things related to concerts, and more. There was next to nothing that you wouldn’t get if you had a special enough connection to it, and that’s what led you to your current tattoo appointment, the one you were getting ready for now. Your boyfriend was part of a band, and you had been with him for multiple years. You’d been a fan before even getting lucky enough to meet him, and then to end up dating him was a dream come true for you. You’d always wanted their original band logo tattooed, and now that you were dating their lead singer, it felt like the perfect time to get it done.

So you had booked the appointment, told Luke you had the appointment, but conveniently kept what exactly you were getting a secret, dodging the question every time he asked. He had eventually dropped the subject, realizing that he wasn’t going to get it out of you, and accepting the fact that he was just going to have to wait and find out what it was when you finally had it done. You had told him he wasn’t allowed to go to the appointment with you, not wanting it to be spoiled by him peeking over your’s or the artist’s shoulder, and he had pouted about it before finally giving in and agreeing to stay home. 

The appointment wasn’t until around four in the afternoon, leaving you with a lot of time, and giving Luke a lot more time to try and figure out the design without making it obvious. However, he wasn’t very good at that, and you shut him down every single time until he fake-pouted and sulked on the couch for twenty minutes. He was lucky you loved him so much or his dramatics would be entirely ignored. You laughed for a few seconds before going to sit next to him, moving until his arm was around your shoulders, kissing away the obviously false pout. He broke into a high pitched laugh, turning on some random show to pass time before you two ordered delivery for lunch. Neither of you wanted to get up and make anything. 

As two in the afternoon rolled around, Luke had finally given up on begging you to tell him what it was, pretending that he didn’t care instead. He was the most dramatic partner you’d ever had, but it was all lighthearted and there was no cruelty behind it. He was truly fine with not knowing, he just loved to tease and see if you would break and tell him early. However, you stood strong and kept your secrets close to your chest. You were excited to see his reaction once it was done, and you know it would be much better and much more worth it if you waited until after. 

Just an hour later, you got something else to eat and drink, and were on the way to the shop. Michael had recommended it to you when you told him you were looking to get a new tattoo, but it was quite far away compared to some of the other shops. But, you trusted Michael’s judgment, and booked the appointment with the same artist that had done Michael’s bands and symbol on his right forearm. When you eventually got there, you were just a few minutes early, which was perfect so that you could go over what you wanted, make sure you had the placement you wanted, and get everything absolutely perfect and sanitized before you started the actual tattoo process. 

You decided you wanted it placed on your wrist, on just the outside edge of it. It wasn’t thick lines, thin ones that wouldn’t take very long to get done. It however did take a bit of time to get the stencil placed perfectly, because of where it was, it was kind of awkward to do. However, your artist was patient, and didn’t complain about adjusting it so many times. Obviously, you’re paying for their work, which would be permanently on your skin, so you shouldn’t have to deal with an artist being rude about it, but it was still nice that they were so patient. A lot of artists in the industry weren’t as kind, so you understood why Michael considered this shop and artist worth the drive. You hoped that you could say the same by the end of your trip here, and you were sure you’d be able to. 

The initial sting of the tattoo artist beginning their work sent you a few waves of shock, having been quite distracted on your phone, glancing at Luke’s texts asking how it was going. Getting used to the feeling, having gotten quite a few tattoos before, you sent a few replies before setting your phone down to watch the satisfying appearance of black ink dotting your skin. Only a line or two was done before Luke texted back, you instantly picking it up to see his message asking for a photo of the progress with that begging emoji that only he could send without it being cringy. You fought the urge to laugh and jostle your arm, texting back a “no, nice try, give it up.” Getting a tattoo wasn’t your favorite feeling in the world, it was needles sinking into your skin, of course, but it wasn’t as terrible as it could’ve been, especially with the small design only calling for a singular needle, instead of like Michael’s bands, being a thirty two point. 

Halfway through the design, your artist paused to check in on you. It was a tiny design compared to some, but she still took the time to make sure that you weren’t more affected than usual or needed anything. You took a small water break, not a long one, just enough to move your body a bit so your arms or legs didn’t fall asleep. The rest of the design went by in a flash, and you were ecstatic to get to see it. She took her time, gently cleaning it off, making sure that none of the soap or ink that wasn’t supposed to be there stayed on your skin, examining carefully to check that everything looked right and there were no immediate red flags, before letting you see it in the mirror. You loved it, and immediately told her so. The smile on her face as she was also proud of her work was worth everything. You held as still as possible, partially out of anxiety, as she wrapped it.

You couldn’t wait to see Luke’s reaction, but still patiently sat through the aftercare rules that you’d heard time and time again, making sure to thank the artist profusely before paying, and leaving a generous tip before you left the shop. You would definitely be coming back to this shop, it was absolutely worth the drive, and the artist you had worked with was one of the best you had ever gone to. You texted Michael informing him so, and he replied with nothing less than an “I told you so.” His ego was truly something to be studied in a lab one day. You headed home, knowing that when you got there you’d be unable to avoid Luke and would have to show him immediately, but you still attempted to stall him for as long as you could. It didn’t work, of course. He immediately demanded to see it, and if it had been lower on your wrist, he probably would’ve grabbed it in excitement, but he didn’t, knowing the area was probably still very sensitive. 

You laughed, knowing you couldn’t stall him any longer. With traffic, and since you left the shop, it had been closer to an hour and a half since you got it wrapped, so you removed it, very, very, carefully, before angling your wrist so that he could see it. You wished that you had a third hand to record his reaction, or that you had thought about recording it, because his face was absolutely priceless. There were not many things that made him speechless, but he was fish mouthing, seemingly unable to find anything coherent to say, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the stunned expression on his face. You stopped your laughter when you saw tears building on his lash line, ever the emotional one.

“Lu, are you crying?”

Your tone was lighthearted, no anger or meanness behind it, and he smiled and tried to wipe away any evidence of it. 

“I, we, mean that much to you?”

Avoiding the area that had just been tattooed, you immediately wrapped him in a hug.

“You knew I was a fan before you decided you wanted me as a partner, of course you do! Besides, now we match!”

It was his turn to laugh, hugging you back as he stared at the tally on the outside of his own wrist. 

“No wonder you didn’t let me see it beforehand.”

“That would have ruined the surprise. Don’t you agree that it was better to wait?” 

“Fine, but if I’d known I might not have reacted like this!” 

You still hadn’t let go of him, enjoying the hug. 

“I have no idea why you think that’s better, the whole purpose of waiting was to see this reaction!” Luke spent the next few days absolutely obsessed with the tattoo, always managing to somehow have his matching one pushed up against yours. You two now had matching tattoos, if in slightly different styles, he was certain you weren’t going anywhere now.

[sherlockhomies-42]

Uhhh heyyyyyyy, so like it's been like 2 weeks..... How y'all doin?

My bad I got writers block and couldn't think of anything to write for chapter 3 but it think this is pretty good u guys lemme knowwwww❤️💓❤️💓

Anyway, next stop, ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥Hell❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Chapter 3

Lady come down

Meanwhile at the Hazbin Hotel

The princess sat at her desk looking over her plans for the hotel, employee forms and other miscellaneous paper works that were strewn across the desk, she heard small footsteps and knew who it was as the door handle turned;

She flicked her eyes up and gave a hasty 'Hi Vaggie' and a kiss on her cheek before she looked right back at her paperwork continuing to pick at her fingernails in nervousness whilst staring over the plans for the new hotel, and ideas for guest roll in.

Vaggie looked at her girlfriend with empathy and put a hand on her should to soothe her panicked feelings;

"Charlie, please stop worrying. You'll see we inspired demons across this ring to fight back for their afterlife, and now we really have a reason to fight for it." She says softly as she gestures to the newly installed painting of Sir.Pentious, clad in is armour looking quite noble.

Charlie looks at the painting feeling a new determination flow thru her veins as she thinks of his sacrifice and his love he never got to truly pursue...there in that moment Charlie felt inspired again.

She looks to her love and smiles " Thank you honey, I know we can do this. It's not just for him, it's for everyone who truly believes they have a chance to do better."

They two women embrace and Charlie allows her eyes to drift shut for just a moment to soak in the relaxing feeling.

But all in a moment she feels something, like a string lightly being tugged in the center of her chest that causes her to pull back from the embrace in confusion, which allows her eyes to settle on the small duck bobble head on her desk,

A gift from her father, after the rebuild of her hotel, a small step forward in opening up between them, Charlie had placed the duck right on her desk next to her coffee cup 'to look at and feel inspired by my dad's belief in me everyday!'

Of course that belief was hard to keep up with as the constant taunting threats from Heaven, not to mention the other sins and the overlords but other than that nothing specific felt wrong;

Until she notices the ducks head bobbling a little, then a lot and then it seemed all at once the very foundation of the hotel was being shaken to it's core.

As expected the chaos from Heaven spread down thru the rings of Hell as well,

Of course at first it was no cause for alarm,

Hellquakes are a recurring thing and they don't normally last longer than a few minutes at a time, but the panic began when the rumbling got more aggressive and unstable, as if the very foundations of the ring they existed on was being thrown out of balance.

Down in the lobby, the patrons of the hotel were lounging around before the shaking threw them all into a panic.

Charlie and Vaggie appeared from around the top of the staircase, Vaggie swiftly helping the others in the hotel stabilize themselves and all looking on as with a wave of her hand, Charlie cast a large golden bubble (similar to the one Alastor had used to protect the hotel from the Angels initial invasion) with this one in mind not for defense but keeping the hotels structure as stable as possible.

Unknowing that by using such a large power output, She had basically set herself up as a homing beacon.

They all marched to the front doors which were thrown open by the shaking and hard winds blowing which caused small chunks of random debris to come off of the hotels gutters but otherwise the structure was kept intact.

As the winds outside the hotel whipped up harder and harder, Vaggie looked to Charlie in concern. Before she could even open her mouth, Charlie shrugged her shoulder as and shook her head; indicating a clear 'I have no clue what's happening'

The horror clicked in oddly enough when everything went silent, completely soundless like a void in space.

And then a small streak came across the sky, small enough that if you weren't paying attention to it at first you would miss it against the red sky and pentagram, but then it began to stretch out, spidering across the sky almost like a crack in a window. But it wasn't anything shattering yet, It seemed to be a shadow, swooping around the circle of Pride seeming to be looking for something, as it continued to circle it became bigger and bigger, and even Bigger until she realized in horror this... Whatever this was is larger then any demon she's ever seen, even when Alastor grew to a large size to defend the hotel, he never got that large.

She became even more alarmed when she noticed none was moving at all, it was completely still, civilians on the sidewalk frozen in place in fear, people inside looking thru windows all the same, she looked away only for a moment to gauge the reactions of her friends and lover, only to see the same terror on their faces. (While also noting that Alastor was not present amongst those who had come outside at the commotion...very strange)

She looked back up in determination and was frozen in horror herself upon seeing the entity had stopped moving completely and was transfixed on her location thru the edge of the barrier of hell. Looking at her with it's hands pressed up against the 'edge' like it's hand were pushing against glass.

Then, it raised it's clawed hand and tapped on the space Infront of it, it's finger making a small thump against the surface,

It then did it again, and again getting increasingly harder with every jab of the claw when suddenly, it began to fissure, then crack, then all at once a hole shattered into the Pride ring. As the denizen's of Hell looked on in terror, a collosal point came thru, and then another and another and another until there were four of them. Then it clicked; that is a HAND.

The first yelp of terror set chaos motion as denizen's left and right began to scream in terror and run in any direction the could looking for somewhere to hide the clawed hand seemed to grasp the edge of the shatter and stretch it open farther for a second hand to emerge from the inky blackness.

A shrouded face came into view which caused more panic as it began to push thru the barrier and into the Pride ring.

A face

Then it's neck,

It's claws grasped the edges of the portal to pull it's body and legs thru, landing with an earth shattering thud on the ground of pride. It's whole body in an inky mist of what looked like stardust against a black sky, like ever sunrise and sunset the universe has ever seen floating around it's from, making it difficult to actually see the things form clearly.

POV switch

(Just like real quick)

-Deaths pov-

It's like watching glass fissure and get ready to shatter

She thought whilst poking and prodding at the barrier between her and the Pride ring of hell.

A little harder to pierce than I remember but then again I have been asleep for awhile, might just be rusty

Then the glass like barrier gave way under her claws as she zeroed in on the power output she was feeling; 'Not angelic but definitely more pure than anyone else down here, No question that's his kid I'd recognize that power anywhere'

She pushed one, then both hands thru the hole she had made, making it wider so she could slip thru without causing too much damage;

'Barriers are a bitch to repair, might as well make it easy on myself'

She lands on the ground, wincing at the shaking and shuddering she feels now calming down as the environment adjusts to her presence after a millenia of sleep. She truns and drawks her hand up against the hole she had created and slowly the hole began to seemingly drip and reform itself like sculpting gkass and making it shiny again. soon enough the hols had closed and the entity sighed at the energy it took to do so but know in the logn run it was better to seal the hole now than let.... seomething ELSE creep in behind her.

Which reminds her of her task and she refocuses on locting Hells princess.

Which was laughably easy as she saw the golden bubble shimmer from outside the barrier and could feel the power output, so familiar and yet all together different from her Father, seemingly more, vibrant, and alive then how she remembers Lucifers magic to be.

It's then that she looks down an realizes the paint and pandemonium she's caused, and of course, panics and trust to call the terrified little sinner souls. Unintentionally booming while still at a colossal size;

"Where is Charlotte Morningstar?"

(If y'all want to spit ideas for chapter 4's first meeting and interaction I'm open lemme know guys) ☺️☺️

[hoeratius]

Truly I feel a bit unhinged about the Herculaneum like a child a week before Christmas. What's in those boxes what's under the tree will it be everything I've ever dreamed of or things I never knew I wanted or tangerines and will those tangerines contain new pits and slices unlike the ones we have now please I want to knowwwww

[widowsistersandfriends]

Team Bonding

Request: pleaseeee can I request lee!wanda in AoU where she's really shy with the team and pietro mentions she loves being tickled but she gets super shy and embarrassed by it, and so clint absolutely wrecks her trying to get her out of her shell? thank you! <3 @natashaslovxr

Note: Thank you for this very cute request! I am so sorry it took a while to get to, but I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1625

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The Avengers had all gathered together in the compound for a team dinner and game night. The large table was filled with various delicious foods, which made all of their mouths water and stomachs grumble. Wanda was still shy with the team, as she and her brother were fairly new to the crowd. She took a seat quietly next to Pietro and also next to Natasha. 

The dinner consisted of various conversations, laughter and stories. Wanda tried her best to keep up and follow along, but she couldn’t find herself offering more than a few laughs at other people’s funny stories. It’s not that she wasn’t interested or anything. She just felt like she had a hard time fitting in with them. A majority of the team were guys, and Natasha had been with them from the start, so she was pretty much family. 

“So what’s everyone’s favorite game? I want to have some good ideas for when we play afterwards,” Steve said, looking around the table.

“Uno! Monopoly! Sorry! Trouble! Life! Scrabble!” Various answers had come out in shouts around the table, as they were all eager to get their opinions out there.

“What about you Wanda? What’s your favorite game?” Clint asked gently. 

“Umm, I’m not really sure,” the young witch said, looking down at her plate and poking at her food.

“I know her favorite game!” Pietro chimed in. The whole table became interested and waited for more details.

“When Wanda and I were little, we loved to play hide and seek with a twist. Basically, whoever is hiding also hides an item and the seeker has to find the person and the item. First they search for the hider. Then the hider tells them what item they’re looking for and they look for it. Whoever has the fastest time wins,” Pietro explained.

“Why was that your favorite game, Wanda?” Natasha asked curiously. 

“Oh! Well, I guess it was just a fun way for me to bond with Pietro,” Wanda said shyly.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Pietro asked mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Pietro no! Don’t tell them,” Wanda whined, now gaining the curiosity of the entire table. This was the most she had said at dinner, and the slight panic in her voice got everyone’s attention.

“I think they’d love to knowwwww,” her twin brother teased.

Wanda covered her face in embarrassment, hoping that Pietro was just messing with her and wasn’t actually going to expose her secret. 

“I have a strategy that lets me win every single time,” Pietro bragged, which earned him a sharp pinch to the thigh by his sister.

“Yow! That was so unnecessary,” Pietro yelped, as Wanda gave him a look of warning. She even made her eyes glow red to scare him even though she knew she would never hurt him on purpose. 

The avengers all looked amused, seeing the twins interact in a playful setting. Pietro looked like he was gonna give in and keep her secret. However, he then quickly blurted out her secret before running off with his super speed. “Wanda is super ticklish and loves being tickled, so I use it to get her to confess where she hid her item!” With that, there was a blur and a young witch there with the rest of her team. Wanda looked around fearfully at the other avengers, knowing what was coming next. 

The witch quickly pushed her chair back, making a run for it. She knew those smirks on all of her teammates’ faces meant trouble. She didn’t know where Pietro went, but her main goal was to hide. She figured if anyone found her, she could fly away. The only exception was her brother, who was so fast she wouldn’t have enough time to escape. 

Wanda squeezed herself into the shower and closed the curtain. It wasn't the best hiding spot but it was all she had time for, as she was getting trailed by the other avengers. The tub was not super wide, so she was able to use both hands to hold the ends of the curtain to either side. This way, even if they tried to pull it open, they wouldn’t be able to. Or so she thought.

It was silent for a while, and she had hope that they had given up. Unfortunately just as she got her hopes up, the bathroom lights turned on and her shadow could be seen through the curtain. 

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Clint asked, and Wanda could hear the teasy smirk in his voice. The witch stayed quiet for now.

“Not answering hmm? We’ll get you talking soon,” Natasha said, and Wanda could imagine her facial expression as she said that.

“As captain, I order that we capture the witch and tickle her to pieces,” Steve said, joining in on the fun. The avengers tried tugging on the curtain, which held up nicely due to Wanda holding on to the ends. However, she didn’t realize a small loophole in her plan.

Natasha moved closer to the curtain, before reaching out and tickling Wanda’s ribs through the curtain. The sudden touch to the sensitive area made Wanda immediately jerk away and use her arms and hands to protect herself. With that, the curtain was ripped open by Natasha, as she grabbed Wanda despite her attempt to fly away.

“No! Natasha put me down!” The witch cried. Natasha’s response was just a jab to her ribs, causing her to flail in her arms helplessly.

Natasha laid her down on the bed, sitting behind her and bringing her arms above her head. Clint then came over with a teasing smile. 

“Don’t worry little witch, I’m not going to hurt you. We just want to see you smile and laugh since you’re so shy,” Clint said.

Natasha looked down endearingly at Wanda, reassuring her. 

“Don’t worry. This is all part of the initiation. Breaking people out of their shell,” Natasha said, as the witch attempted to pull away.

“I’m not ticklish!” Wanda blurted out, desperate to get out of this. 

“Nice try. I know we can’t read minds like you but we can definitely read body language,” Clint said, as Natasha lightly tickled her armpit to catch her off guard.

“AHAHA no! Stop that!” Wanda demanded, a deep blush taking over her cheeks. It was clear she was trying to hold her laughter in. 

“But I thought you said you weren’t ticklish?” Clint asked, squeezing her sides.

“IHIHIM NOHOHOT OKAHAHAY,” the witch laughed, as the two of them chuckled at her futile attempt at lying. 

“Sure, we believe you,” Natasha and Clint said at the same time. With that, Clint began squeezing her hips while Natasha continued to tickle her armpits.

“NOHOHO PLEHEHEASE IHIHIM SOHOHORRY,” Wanda cried out, letting her laughs let a little more loose.

“What are you sorry for?” Clint asked, tickling her stomach now.

“FOHOHOR LYIHIHING,” Wanda shouted.

“So you admit you lied?” Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow. The witch shook her head from side to side, gasping with giggles as Clint poked and prodded between her ribs.

They gave the witch a small breather, as she laid there helplessly.

“You guys are so mean,” Wanda whined with a pout.

“Nah, we’re not mean. We just make a good team,” Natasha said with a smirk.

“wE jUsT mAkE a gOoD tEaM,” Wanda said mockingly. 

“Oh you are so asking for it,” Clint said, as he moved down to sit on her shins.

“No no no please! Anywhere but thehEHEHERE CLIHIHINT STAHAHAHAHAHAP,” Wanda screamed with laughter. To add on to the torture, Natasha began to shake her hands into her ribs. 

“PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIM BEHEHEGGING! MEHEHERCY,” Wanda cried out, helplessly trying to squirm to the best of her capabilities. 

“Aww look at you coming out of your shell,” Clint teased, as the witch couldn’t do anything but laugh.

The two of them eventually let her go, realizing that she had met her limit. 

“Don’t ever team up again,” Wanda said to the two older avengers.

“Oh don’t worry, we plan on tickling you a lot more now that we know how ticklish you are,” Natasha said with a grin.

Wanda groaned, as the two of them helped her sit up and catch her breath.

“How about we make a deal,” Clint offered.

“What deal?” Wanda asked.

“If we find Pietro for you and let you tickle him as revenge, will you forgive us?” Clint asked.

Wanda narrowed her eyes at him, knowing she was bound to just get tickled eventually. She saw this as her opportunity to catch one of them off guard. She quickly flipped onto Clint, pinning him to the bed where she just was.

“I think I’d rather tickle you first. After all, you were the one who tickled me,” Wanda said, asking for Natasha to help her.

“What! I’m not the only one! Natasha tickled you too!” Clint protested.

“Not as much as you though. Besides, I’ll get my revenge on Natasha too, don’t worry,” Wanda said confidently.

“Oh really?” Natasha said, giving her sides a good squeezing, causing the witch to immediately take back her words all while squealing and giggling.

“Come on, I’ll help you tickle Clint. It’ll be some good bonding. After all, we need to have lots of team building and teamwork skills so we can work together as avengers,” Natasha said, as Clint began laughing and protesting as the two girls tickled him to pieces. His weak spots were his armpits and knees, much to the girls’ delight. The archer couldn’t help but snort and laugh through the tickle torture. 

Wanda was still somewhat shy at times, but after her tickle torture experience, she became a lot more open and vulnerable around her new family. As for Pietro, Wanda also was able to sharpen her tickling skills, which left the speedy guy in for a day of torture.

[stonerskinny]

why does alcohol have so many cals 😭

weighed at 277 just now, it really is crazy what a single 💩 and a nap will do for you LMAO

now do i want to risk ruining that w alc and possible binging or do i just go back 2 sleep and be good

i’m 22hrs into this fast meaning if i skip going out and having fun i can take my sleep meds and probably get to 36hrs easy but i can also see the scenario where they just don’t kick in and i end up binging anyway plus i just was aiming for 18hrs

ugh why are there so many ways this could go

the switch is flipping actively, i think. who knew i just needed to get out of the cycle for a night.

i feel like i have something to prove. which i hesitate to admit, but it’s true. apparently when all your friends are restricters and your entire ed is just you failing at restricting, theres some interesting shame stuff that comes up LOL sometimes i just feel like a lazy gross piece of shit compared to everyone in my life because i am like this unhinged fucking glutton and everyone else has the discipline i’d commit war crimes to have

i feel like a wannarexic sometimes which i basically am

i just want to do something right and the only thing i care about is this which i am royally terrible at. sometimes it’s like all i know how to do is eat, doesn’t matter that i purge because im so big.

you know i’m gonna have to lose just over 2/3 my body weight to get to where i wanna be. that’s a lot of fucking weight and there’s no way i end up without loose skin so basically im fucked if i lose to where i wanna be, and fucked if i go crazy and decide to recover because i’ll still be huge. maybe if i actually worked out i wouldn’t end up w so much loose skin or if i did this slowly but slowly pisses me off because my brain is all about that instant gratification

the longer i’m awake the more i want to binge fuck

but i know i will regret it. i knowwwww i will. because ill feel bloated and ill gain and it’ll fucking suck. or ill purge, one of the two. there’s no excuse for it though. this body does not need food, it has PLENTY of natural resources to live on lmao.

i wish i didn’t most likely have the hellscape combo of hypothyroidism + PCOS which both individually make weight loss hard and weight gain so easy. but at the same time i can’t erase my failure by crying about genetics, if i really wanted to get there i’d already have gotten there long ago so now im just wasting everyone’s time.

can u tell the suicidality came back so strong tonite lol

i wonder how many ppl actually read these monstrosities that i write. how many ppl actually absorb my thoughts. trippy

sometimes i think i don’t actually have an eating disorder at all because i am just so inconsistent with anything besides binging. which i know is its own ed but let my silly little rat brain have its moment.

also apparently i literally sleep like the dead bc my hr was 40 when i was sleeping earlier so that’s fun no wonder i wake up feeling like a fucking corpse every day

okay that’s all for now i’ll spare y’all the rest of my brain while i lay here and mentally debate the pros and cons of both trazodone and tequila

[fishcop]

may i request your full, unfiltered thoughts on william wisp?

oh absolutely absolutely you can

this question has fully opened up flood gates in my head you don’t even know ‼️

OK SO WILLIAM WISP HES GREAT HES MY FAVORITE JRWI CHARACTER

he isn’t the archetype of the one smart character because he’s wayyyyy too cringefail for that

spoilers of course of course

I love love love his parallels with Dakota (Dakota who’s so morally set in the right and rigid direction vs William who sways on the line so much that it feels like the tightrope metaphor wasn’t just for losing control of his powers, it’s also about how with just a few actions his morals can sway very quickly as well and even tumble off the deep end.)

his parallels with vyncent too and how he’s running away from his past while vyncent a trying his best go get back to it! the scene with Kamuri broke me dude you don’t even knowwwww

it hit way to close to home with the ‘feeling like you’re inherently worse than everyone else, and letting that stop you from feeling like you can do anything.’ THE WAY HE LOST AND GOT HIS POWERS ABCK IS SO. FUCKING COOL TO ME

ITS ALL DESERVED AND FOUGHT AND CLAWED FOR!! HES the one who in the end, has to make the choice to keep going even despite his chances being handed to him on a platter earlier on. All his revives were given to him for free which he took for granted and it’s sooo clear in the finale when he finally notices that. ghostknife is so funny to me yes little guy go go pine for a whole campaign‼️

I wholeheartedly support Williams rights and very, very long list of intriguing wrongs

if there were like a moral scale or something he’d be so grounded compared to the other two but like so grounded that his moral scale goes into the negatives and that’s so cool because I love characters with flaws that are their fault, that they have made real horrible mistakes. I love characters that stray the line of ‘I couldn’t have done anything different’ while knowing full well that they could’ve but can just simmer in regret. I love characters with problems that you can’t say ‘it’s not your fault’ but they still deserve a chance anyways

I love how he gets confident when he’s in control, and he deals with fear by being in control of it, and as long as he’s master of the horrors the horrors aren’t so bad. Cause like in season one, it’s scary that mal has Kamuri in a bottle and what he could do with it… but if William knew, if he had control, then it wouldn’t be so terrifying. The bell tech ordeal was so stressful but he’s only calm when he is the one pulling the strings. I think this has something to do with how little he was in deadwood pre death- so many ghosts! So if he tries to rationalize it becomes less scary. Especially with the prime force and heroes, they keep him and pd in the dark and he’s terrified of not knowing what’s going on because look at what happened to Ashe! Where were the heroes! In his mind it’s flawed but it would be less flawed if he had more controllll

THIS ALSO GOES FOR THE WISPS! THEYRE unpredictable they’re finicky they’re tricksters (heh) and he’s scared of his own powersss. Allow me to be poetic and metaphorical for a sec because they’re very literally like fire (the wisps,) unruly and unpredictable but William is so fixated on how they could burn him that the warmth, the light, all the good elements of a flame are lost in fear. FEAR OF DEATH, FEAR OF NOT COMING BACK, FEAR OF LOSING AND LOSING FINITELYYY

AND NOW HES IN A PLACE WHERE HE KNOWS HES STRONG ENOUGH TO EXPLORE THE WORLD AND HIS POWERS AFTER BEING TRAPPED IN HIS HEAD FOR SO LONG

YEP THATS MY THOUGHTS. SUPER DUPER UNFILTERED AND CONFUSING AND DISCONNECTED BUT WHAT CAN I SAY I SPIN JRWI CHARACTERS AROUND IN MY HEAD LIKE A MICROWAVE

thanks for the ask :D

[reluctanttrabbit]

Now I'm so curious does phone dude ever contact Ness or realise somethings off? Like even after the events of sb does he know what she's been through 😭 like if he's her bro could it relate to the one of note in sb where it goes like because he knows somethings off with Vanessa because their Sibling bond he tries calling?

"SECURITY REPORT - A local police officer came by tonight. He said he was responding to an emergency call from someone inside the Pizzaplex. There is no way that is possible. I was the only one here and I certainly didn't make any outside calls. He wanted to look around, but I sent him away. Just another prank call. - Vanessa" sorry I'm thinking phones and calls." (Then again this kinda could be someone else tbh idk if he'd be in the building and not manage to find her)

Or does he think Ness is trying to cut him off if she goes no contact? Like oh shit she doesn't want anything at all to do with this family anymore! Just wanna know the general dynamic between them I'm invested fr

i actually never figured out a name for him yet so im just gonna call him dude so i can stop saying "vanessas brother" LMAO

when vanessa finally moved out, she promised to keep in touch with dude and tell him how her job was going. most of her updates were boring, but it was just to let him know she was ok.

until one point where vanessa stopped updating.

dude texted and called, but vanessa wouldn't reply. and if dude knew anything about their dad, he knew what their dad would do to vanessa since she ran away all those years ago.

dude drives over to the vr office to prove they're related and ask where she is (dont ask if thats realistic just pretend 😓😓) he gets a hold of the address for her new apartment and drives over, and vanessa greets him with.... a smile? invites him in? like nothing happened?

vanessa tells him all about how the job has been and dude cant help but blow up at her because he was like deathly worried about her and vanessa doesn't get why. everything is fine! im fine! they fight back and forth until dude gives up and storms out of her apartment. this is the last time they've spoken

ALSO this is around the time that the AR emails take place, and the week before vanessa gets transferred over to the pizzaplex (emails/therapy tapes) and glitchtrap makes sure they have no contact with each other because dude is gonna get in their way

and even AFTER post-sb vanessa is wary to call him because 1. they last talked to each other fighting, 2. she doesn't want to endanger her brother in case glitchtrap is still somewhere in her mind and 3. she has to protect gregory + freddy and work on mxes to stop the mimic

soooo yeah ☹️☹️ maybe in another universe they'd still be in contact. maybe she would have told him. idk idk

(or maybe dude saw the pizzaplex fire + earthquake on the news and finally decided to look for vanessa again. who knowwwwws)