#Official iv simp

[motherof-chaos]

Sleep Token - Victoria Warehouse Manchester, UK

Radar Festival - 28/07/2023

I present to you iv in all his glory. I survived! Still not sure how but I'm glad I did cause I took some banging photos ✨

Worship.

[gayofthefae]

Sometimes when I'm doubting I imagine lines from Byler season 5 being made into TikTok sounds to normalize it in my mind. Best one I've come up with is definitely recently I imagined a line from Mike talking about or confessing to Will being turned into one of those really cute trends where you just put a bunch of pictures of your partner.

I want people who haven't watched Stranger Things to learn about through the love confession sound on tiktok of Mike talking about Will. Fuck it. I want period drama level shit. I want Amy and Laurie 2019. I want-

I'm ready for it it's gonna happen I believe.

[papirouge]

funny how the same capitalism simps who get butthurt whenever any criticism of this economic system is called out and excuse all and any of its shortcomings, but the moment the government remotely fucks up they act like its sole purpose was to remove every right from citizens, seize their property and kill their grandma

why do you guys have more tolerance for economic injustice than for political injustice?🤔

[banshees-martin]

TELL ME WHY, YOUR HANDS ARE COLD?

daryl dixon x fem!reader

About- based on the old tiktok trend where a girl kisses her boyfriend all over his face with lipstick on :))

Setting- anytime maybe s5 Alexandria!

Hi!! this is my first fic so I'm really nervous to post it since ive had little to no writing experience and its is short but hope you enjoy it either way!! <33

It was officially true Daryl Dixon was a complete and total simp for his girl, because now he was sat on the bed as his said girl was sat in his lap taking a picture of them both on a crappy old polaroid camera his face covered in red kissy marks.

Well it all started when you had the bright idea to do a trend that you saw before the outbreak that girls did on their boyfriend. You did have a boyfriend to do it with before but... he was a red flag ick! So now that you have a boyfriend that practically worships the ground you walk on... you thought it was a good idea.

Sure they don't have phones anymore but she could make it work, so before daryl could even speak as he walked into their shared bedroom you urged him to sit down on their bed, "s'aul this bout?" Daryl questioned chewing on his thumb his southern accent thick in his voice.

"Don't worry about it, you'll like it trust me" you answered looking in the mirror to apply some lipstick you had in a drawer it was a perfect wine red colour that matched your cropped tank top perfectly!

All Daryl could do was watch with a puzzled but curious face wondering what the hell you were doing? He watched your every move as you were putting on a red lipstick.

As you were done applying you turned around and dropped yourself onto his lap straddling him, "what're you doin' now crazy girl huh?" he mumbled a small grin on his face looking at you adoration in his eyes.

You grinned at him "watch" you said before placing a kiss onto his cheek a red lip shape now on his face, you hand him a pocket mirror showing him the start of your 'work' his eye widened the tips of his ears turning red slightly.

You kiss him everywhere his cheeks, his nose, his forehead,his neck,lips even on his chest! you pull away and look at him proud with what you did. Your lipstick now being slightly smudged on your own lips.

You go and grab your polaroid camera turning around on his lap before taking a picture of the two of you. You pull the picture out shaking it slightly the picture fading in. In the picture you're smiling softly at the camera your arm hooked around the back of his neck while Daryl's focus is on you looking at you with love clear in his eyes.

"You like it?" you grinned writing on the bottom of it 'Y/n and Daryl 2014! :)' "like it?" he scoffs amused at your question "i love it" he says with a smirk on his face blushing slightly making you laugh and place a kiss on his lips.

[justalildumpling]

chapter 26: my soulmate

wc: 0.6k

If Jeno was going to be completely honest, he had no fucking clue what he was doing — partially due to acting upon his fight or flight response when you had mentioned the whole girlfriend ordeal. 

It wasn’t like he had never thought about making the two of you official (who was he kidding, he thought about it almost every day). But as a certified simp and part-time samoyed puppy, he wanted everything to be perfect, and if perfect meant standing on an empty beach digging up a pretty pathway and scattering rose petals for the past three hours, he would do it.

It had been around half an hour since he had texted you to come to this very specific beach — which he spent every minute anxiously fiddling with the bouquet of roses in one hand and fixing his wind-swept locks in the other. However, when he spotted your car pull up next to the boardwalk, he realised that he was not prepared for this moment, especially seeing the way your eyes sparkled as you met his gaze.

There was a little cute skip in your step as you hurriedly down the steps and to his position on the beach, your white cocktail dress dancing in the wind and the corners of your lips gradually rising as you got closer. 

Jeno could almost see the wedding arches and bells in the background, almost dropping the bouquet on the sandy surface as his hands instinctively reached out to hold you in some way.

“Jeno, what’s with all this?” You squealed, receiving the roses from his shaky grasp.

It was tranquil in that moment for the boy, with the girl of his dreams inhabiting the most beautiful smile and sharing the sweetest gaze with his little self, like all anxieties had washed away with his eyes crinkling into crescent moons and the words of “Will you accept to be my soulmate Y/N?” tumbling out of his lips without a second thought.

Your mouth parted for a split second, eyes hammering with a sense of shock and delight before a soft look adorned your face, “You finally accepted the soulmate request huh?” 

Jeno rolled his eyes, “Who says we can’t be both twin flames and soulmates?” 

You smiled, placing the bouquet on the sand before enclosing your arms around his neck, “Maybe we can test that theory,” you leaned closer into his ear, whispering the next few words, “I heard that if you kiss me and the world doesn’t blow up, we were made for each other.” 

Jeno could only chuckle, shaking his head, “You’re always full of surprises aren't you?” 

“Well, clearly you liked the suspense so now we’re here aren't we?” 

You scrunched your nose in glee, your giggles tickling his lips before he closed the gap. It almost felt like a scene out of a movie, with the waves crashing into the sand not too far into the distance and the rose petals once scattered neatly onto the path circling their figures from the wind and most importantly you, the way your laughs sounded so melodic in his ears, your perfect smile glistening in the golden sunlight and how he could finally call you his. 

Jeno didn’t vibe with chaos and unpredictability. But weirdly enough, the suspense and wrecking ball of events you had brought into his boring old life he found himself compelled to. And for the first time, he found himself agreeing with Chenle and his weird beliefs of the universe because a part of him began thinking that he had indeed found his soulmate, his other half, his twin flame.

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pairing: jeno x fem! reader

synopsis: chenle was convinced that his two introverted friends were destined for each other, so what does he do? bribe them to text each other of course ⎯ or alternatively, when jeno started to fall for an anonymous mutual friend of chenle's

genre: social media au, strangers to lovers, college au, FLUFF, crack

warnings: swearing

note: sorry for the delayed and short updateKAEBFOWWGBW ive been sick for the past week and been stuck in the worst writers block ever😭 but GUYSSSS the finale's next week can u believe it????

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[tenjikyu]

𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 - 𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘬𝘪 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐𝘐

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ extremely fluffy , male!reader throughout the entire series.

PART Il • PART IV • GENSHIN M. LIST

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life in fontaine was quite different to what you had expected, however you surmised that it was due to the fact that you spent most of your days around… interesting… characters.

on one hand, you had some clingy little magician hanging off your arm and treating you as if he was your big brother wherever you went, which only reminded you of a certain redhead back in the day.

on another hand, you had a classy lady who wore a gorgous gold dress and was possibly one of the most glammed up people you’ve ever seen, who insists on dragging you around with her, taking you to all sorts of little shops and cafés. when questioned why she does this, she only smiles, saying how you seemed lonely and needed a friendly face that wasn’t bursting you eardrums with enthusiasm constantly.

having an absent female role throughout your childhood, you slowly began to cling to navia. from the moment you requested the both of you go on a little snack date, she was your official big sister!

with all these eccentric people in your life with seemingly no limit on their social battery, you find yourself overly exhausted almost every evening.

this all changed when a humble and shy diver boy swam into your story.

after about a month of living within the walls of fontaine, you soon come to realise you never formally introduced yourself to lyney’s younger brother, who was absent the first time you ever met the twins.

from what you could recall, freminet was a reserved yet somewhat stoic character. from what lynette had separately told you, he was easily flustered and a bit difficult to talk to. for awhile, you just accepted the fact you might not ever even meet the boy as you had never ACTUALLY seen him out and about.

until the day you decided you’d explore the waters.

like many people in fontaine, you too were curious and mesmerised about the beauty of the sea. the shimmering blue waves blended into the prismatic pinks of the seabed. an assortment of colours could be seen from the top of the ocean and you just had to know what lay beneath the surface.

so, like every normal people would do, you grabbed some overglamified water-gear (NOT diving gear), and hopped straight into the ocean. you were a fairly strong swimmer so you had no issues going under, you weren’t planning on diving deep into water ravines and ocean monuments after all.

looking at all the ocean had to offer you, your eyes glimmered in an almsot spellbound way. the ocean was hypnotic, an almsot angelic tune could be deciphered as you swam further.

going down a little, you see something almost glowing? just beneath the sand. as you go to pick it up, you then realise it wasn’t an object, but a flower. you then recalled what lyney had told you about certain flowers of fontaine.

a little giddy, you go to pick one for yourself before someone else appears in your vision. a boy wearing a diving helmet moves directly upwards from where you were, also in shock in the fact that somebody else was present.

the flower was sitting off the edge of a ravine, and so a body coming flying from the depths of it was quite a sight to behold.

the two of you stare at eachother, before you begin your ascend to the surface, needing to get some air.

you notice the figure swimming up next to you, and decide it’s worth it to learn who this mysterious diver truly is. divers aren’t uncommon in fontaine for obvious reasons, so when you make it on land you didn’t expect the one to take off the helmet to be the youngest brother of the magicians.

“hello, my name is freminet”. he speaks, almost robotically. still a bit startled, you go to speak.

“nice to meet you freminet, my name is (y/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you”.

silence.

“so, um.. do you like the ocean?” the boy asks, a small blush coating his pale cheeks.

“that was the first time i’ve ever touched the waters of fontaine”. you reply rather formally, going back into rich boy mode.

“oh! cool..” he plays with his fingers.

more silence.

you two suck at talking.

from that moment forward (after the very awkward first meeting), freminet was attached to your hip. he followed you around everywhere, and his company didn’t seem to bother you whatsoever. you were one of the first people, who wasn’t one of his siblings, to tolerate his inability to hold a decent conversation, and freminet cherished that part of you,

on the other hand, you liked how freminet didn’t make you feel as though you needed to talk with him constantly to keep the newly formed friendship in tow. the two of you could sit on a bench for hours, barley conversate, however the atmosphere never differed from comfortable.

in a way, you were each others peace.

“hello again (y/n)! are you here to once more whisk my little brother away on a little date?” lyney asks, winking as he spoke. it wasn’t rare you came to collect the boy if you had something to do, and vise versa if freminet wanted some company while he worked.

you only rolled your eyes at the blonde, flicking his forehead (to which he winced slightly) before making yourself at home. by this point your migration to fontaine was close to hitting the 4 month mark, and in that time the trio of the hearth became almost family to you.

that also means waltzing into each others homes unannounced.

i’m not joking by the way, once you came home to lynette stuffing her face with a cake you bought earlier that day with lyney knocked out on your lounge. and you know what you did? ate the rest of the cake with lynette (you twos secret till this day) and markered all over lyneys face before taking a nap yourselves.

anyways, you made yourself at home before asking lynette where freminet was. she smiled to herself knowingly before directing you to the boys bedroom.

as you entered, a truly charming scene before you unfolded itself.

freminet was fast asleep on his bed, pers sitting on his nightstand. freminet had a book cuddled into his chest, his little snores filled the room.

smiling to yourself, you go to collect the book from his grasp, worried the edges might hurt him in his sleep, before something truly taken out of a romance novel happened.

instead, freminet grabbed your sleeve and yanked you down towards him. you always knew he was a clingy sleeper, having shared a DOUBLE BED with him beforehand, however freminet had a SINGLE BED.

in schock, you look at his peaceful face that was still dead asleep, before giggling to yourself.

you successfully take the book from his grasp and put it on the floor. then you look up to the ceiling. the artwork of sea creatures and hanging bubbles from his roof was truly a mesmerising sight, his entire bedroom being themed off the ocean. everything about him drawer you in more and more.

you failed to realise that the ‘more and more’ was now directly next to you, clinging onto your chest. for the 100th time this day, you heart skipped a beat as the diver cuddled himself next to you.

‘fuck it’ you say to yourself, grabbing him gently by the waist and adjusting him so he was on your chest sideways, with you flat on your back with one arm around him.

‘you know, i think i could get used to this’. you think to yourself once more.

you didn’t know at the time, but the tune you assumed to be in your head was actually outside freminet bedroom window, being strung gently by a lyre. the figure of the person could not be seen to those passing by, but if you looked close enough..

you’d notice a jade green bard smiling to himself, an instrument of pure melodies resting upon his fingertips.

[sleeptokenpuppy]

reasons why we need an official live album and/or concert movie for sleep token

album would provide accessibility for the sleep token live experience to people who can't do flashing/strobe lights for medical reasons like epilepsy

recording/concert movie/bring back dvds for fucks sake!! would bring the experience to as many people as possible!! more opportunities to gather in worship!!

if the boys and/or Sleep have any messages for us that'd be a damn good way to deliver it dontcha think?

a good chance to make the interlude messages a little clearer to hear for people who struggled to hear them

it is genuinely emotionally impactful AS FUCK to hear the live crowds singing along

and SCREAMING along at parts (the debt that i owe, you're gonna watch me ascend, rain down on me, and more!!)

may be biased about this having volunteered for it but projekt atlantic lighting up arenas with admiration for our boys, in high definition video?? would give my soul something it sorely needs

need official recordings w/iv screaming POSTHASTE

(humor me here - especially iv and vessel screaming together!!)

i know we have the drumeo video but god damn i still need more of the summoning with the drum solo

if iii starts yelling at the crowd again i just think that would be delightful to have record of

official video of iii summoning the pit yes please

give us rain with a fun piano intro

give us all of vessel's little adlibs and runs and emotions!

The Officially Recorded Walkaline. need i say more?

actually yes i do need to say more. know why? BECAUSE

OFFICIAL RECORDINGS OF SLEEP TOKEN WITH ESPERA WHENNNNN

OUR QUEEEEEENS pls let us simp for the girls in 4k

also y'all know how much art talent this fanbase has???? if we have official video can you even begin to comprehend the level of art that would come out of that?!?!?

god im just havin a lot of real big sleep token feelings tonight, i just, y'all, they mean so much to me???

[loudlyhappycupcake]

Randall boggs meets bill cipher A Hypothetical Deal Between Bill Cipher and Randall Boggs

Disclaimer: While there's no official canon linking Gravity Falls and Monsters, Inc., it's fun to speculate on a potential interaction between these iconic characters.

A Possible Deal:

Given their shared traits of cunning, manipulation, and a desire for power, Bill Cipher and Randall Boggs could have formed an alliance. Here's a hypothetical scenario:

* Shared Goals: Both characters likely share a disdain for authority and a desire for chaos. Bill could offer Randall a way to overthrow the Monsters, Inc. hierarchy and become the top scarer.

* Bill's Terms: In exchange, Randall would need to do something that benefits Bill's overarching goals. This could involve:

* Gathering information: Helping Bill gather information about the human world or the workings of the Monster world.

* Causing chaos: Creating disruptions or chaos in the Monster world to sow discord and weaken the existing power structures.

* Aiding Bill's escape: If Bill were ever trapped or weakened, Randall could help him escape or regain his power.

The Benefits for Each:

* Randall: Gains power, influence, and the chance to exact revenge on those who have wronged him.

* Bill: Gets a loyal and powerful ally in the Monster world, expanding his reach and influence.

Potential Complications:

* Trust: Neither character is known for their honesty or reliability. One could betray the other at any moment.

* Competing goals: While their initial goals might align, their long-term ambitions could clash.

* The power of the human world: If Randall were to become too powerful, he might pose a threat to Bill's plans to control the human world.

This is just one possible scenario. The specifics of a deal between Bill Cipher and Randall Boggs would depend on the writers and their creative vision.

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[whumpering-heights]

MASTERLIST

.......Stuff that's finished and posted! .....

The links are functional and will lead to reblogs of my old posts. .......................................................................

Waking Nightmare

This series is still ongoing. Will feature: eldritch horror, monster whumpee, body horror, dehumanization, references to cannibalism. Specific CWs can be found at the top of chapters.

Tagging @pumpkin-spice-whump and @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question to let them know this story is up again!

I: The First Encounter II: Captured III: The Human's Game IV: Ray V: Food VI: Leonard and Ray

ART art of shapeshifter

Immortal Whumpee: Drowning

A standalone drabble. Local immortal gets thrown in sea, and found much, much later. Featuring: gore/body horror at the second section of the story. Vague plans exist for a sequel, but are unlikely to be executed (ba dum tssh.)

........Incomplete section........

Below the cut are the chapters of Behind The Masks, my longest-running series! The chapters that are crossed out, are found. Once I've recovered all I can, I will re-upload in chronological order.

The links will be added when I re-upload the story, and will either lead to reblogs or reposts

Behind the masks

Recap

OFFICIAL CHAPTERS

The Waterbottle Incident

(The Waterbottle Incident: alternate take)

Sidekick “fixes” Villain’s leg

Villain meets the chair

Sidekick visits Villain in his chair

Villain gets a hug

“Mascot” is revealed (The Talkshow)

Meet Vigilante and Henchwoman

The confrontation 

Sidekick and Villain: Guilt

Sidekick and Villain: The Escape

The “Comfort” fic

Sidekick’s punishment

Villain’s punishment (the choice)

 The Mayor’s Visit

 PRELUDE: Sidekick hiding in the closet

 The Final Straw: End of the captivity arc! 

 The Rescue! 

 The Rescue, pt. 2

 Interlude: Sidekick’s nightmare

 Interlude: Hero Finds Out

 The Reunion

 Clumsy caretaking: I’m here

 Ill-fitting (Villain’s haircut)

[hiatus]

Hero's peace mission

(FLASHBACKS)

 Villain in high school

Hero and Vigilante in High School

Aftermath: Hero and Vigilante fight

EXTRA

DIARY PROMPTS

Diary prompt: Villain

Diary prompt: Sidekick

Diary prompt: Hero

"Ada has a last name too, and it's Douglas"

MY ART

Sketches of main characters  (add link)

Sketches of Hench and Vigilante

Villain before and afer Hero (art)

Hero and a young Hero and Vigilante

All the masks and suits

Villain, comforted by anon (add link)

Hero getting his ass kicked (add link)

Villain simps come get yall’s juice (add link)

 Villain gets hugged: octopus (add link)

Villain gets hugged: anon (add link)

Villain gets hugged: Henchwoman (add link)

 Villain gets put in the chair (add link)

Sidekick hugs Villain

Hero grabbing Villain’s hair

Hero “comforting” Sidekick

Villain getting caretakered by Hench (add link)

Hero choking Villain

Villain’s new haircut (add link)

miss Jones (add link)

young Hero getting punched (add link)

Villain gets a flower

Meme: describe your story in one image

FANART (!!! holy shit i got fanart aaa)

Hero, by octopus-reactivated

Villain sketch, by whumpy-arts-and-crafts

Villain on the floor of his cell, and Hench and Vigilante, by whumpy-arts-and-crafts

Villain, by panic-whump (add link)

Sidekick having a nightmare by whumpy-arts-and-crafts

Draw the squad, by octopus-reactivated (add link)

Reunion hug, by whumpy-arts-and-crafts

ASK/TELL THE OCS ANYTHING (Titles in bold are longer responses that are plot-relevant or whumpy.)

Hench and the escape plan

Henchwoman is still alive

Villain, just hang on

Vigilante’s past with Hero

Hero is a bad person

Villain’s past with Hench

Hench: the worst Hero could do

Hero’s worst secret

What will Hero do? (Sneak peak: Meet The Mayor)

Going Tolkien on Hero

Hench’s feelings on Villain

Sidekick: Hero killed your parents

Villain dreams

Hench, did Villain ever help with homework?

HENCHWOMAN HURRY

What does/did Villain do to relax?

Villain before the Final Straw

Villain griefs

Flashback: How could you have let this happen?

Hench, do you miss him?

Villain, what would yo do if you were out?

Villain, my guy, Hench is alive

Hench, it’s not worth it

Hero, what if Sidekick died?

Villain beat up, Henchwoman caretaking (add link)

Hero’s favourite icecream

Sidekick, Hero is a monster

Villain, are you ready to meet William?

Sidekick gets icecream

Miss Jones thinks she sees Ethan

 young Hero makes excuses

BULLYING HERO HOUR (ask the OCs anything that got out of hand)

Hero is a coward

Hero gets called the true villain

Bootlicker (The Threat)

Hero gets punched

Hero delivers on his promise

Sidekick asks you to stop

The aftermath (1)

The aftermath 2: apology to Sidekick

Hero has had Enough (add link)

[notjustdragonspages]

holy shit you follow me what the fuck-

THE OFFICIAL DONNIE SIMP FOLLOWS ME!!!

(ur so cool❤️)

WAIT IVE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU FOR MONTHS- XISJJANDNSJASSJDJJDJSJ

[celestie0]

your kickoff gojo is just too sexyyyy.

So bullyable and submissive, exactly my type😔😔😔😔😔 i NEED to fuck him till he sees stars omg Im sorry for being so unhinged but your series has done things to my brain😭

and hes such a simp too omg (in a good way)! your writing is amazing

😭😭😭 thx bb im so glad u find him bullyable n submissive that is literally my only goal when writing anything gojo related LMFAOKDJFHF (my exact type too. i want a man thats so stupid n lame but hot that i just want to shove his face in the dirt 🤧💀 LOL i may have problems)

i NEED to fuck him till he sees stars omg

HAHA IM SURE HE WOULD RLY LIKE THAT TOO SO PLS GO RIGHT AHEAD n do not apologize for being unhinged this blog is very much an unhinged safe space loool

n yessss im excited to fully write for kickoff gojo’s down bad simp era lmaoo he’s gonna be goin thru it fosho (ps ive officially decided the next chap is gonna be in his pov so i think it’s gonna be a lot of fun hahah)

THANKS MY DWEAR I LAUGHED OUT LOUD AT THIS ASK I RLY NEEDED A LAUGH SO TY and also ty for the compliments 🥺 <333

[persephoneflowerpetals]

HELP IVE BEEN MEANING TO ASK TOU THIS BUT DO YOU HAVE ANY TIPS FOR WRITING HADES LIKE 😭 idk how you do it so well. I keep trying to write him but I feel like it’s not very good 💀 SO IF YOU HAVE ANY TIPS AT ALL PLEASE IM PLEASE IM BEGGING

Also sorry if it feel like I’m copying you or like stalking your page?? 😭😭 you just inspire me a lot and I look up to you I kinda can’t help it so I’m sorry if that weirds you out!!

Awwwww!!!! Omg thank you so much!!!! I appreciate that immensely!!!!! I’m really really glad I can make Hades seem so in character because that’s like the main worry I have about writing for him lol. Like, I’ve read official Disney stories that write Hades kinda out of character and I’m like “noooo that doesn’t sound like Hades 😞” lmao so I feel like it’s my duty to keep him in character when I write him 😂

But oh man, I’ve never been the best at giving tips because I ramble too much (obviously lol, that’s literally all I do on this blog 😂) but I hope I can still help lol!

My tips would just be watch clips of Hades before you write him so you kinda get the vibe and personality of his character in mind before you write. Like kinda study and watch how he walks and talks and makes gestures and expressions and stuff lol. That’s usually what I do when I feel like I need a little refresher of his characterization lol. I actually have a whole freaking Google drive of clips of him in the series, the house of mouse, and the movie just so I can have those on hand to watch when I need to (or just when I feel like gushing over him and just seeing my man lmao, like I just love watching clips of him…also I can totally send links to those google drive folders if you want me to 😂). Also yeah, I know it’s probably kinda weird that I have a whole freaking folder of clips of him 😂 but what can I say? I’m a very dedicated simp lmao

Another thing I do is just think “WWHS?” (What would Hades say? Lmaooo). Like I try to get into that character mindset of “oh how would Hades react to this sort of situation?” or “What would Hades do if this happened?” sort of thing.

Like, I really try to keep his personality in mind when I do. Like, Hades is evil and conniving, but he’s also very cool and casual and laidback. He talks to you like you like he’s known you for years and doesn’t sugar coat things. Like, he’s brutally honest with just about everyone and doesn’t care if he hurts their feelings (unless, it’s someone he truly deeply cares about which for me is his s/o and his mom, but I guess it depends on your take on Hades and his relationships with others in that specific universe lol, like I’ve seen some other takes on Hades where he actually hates his mom, which so hard for me to see because I think Rhea would’ve been such a good mom to her boys and Hades would be a total mama’s boy lol, but yeah just depends on your headcanons for him I guess).

I’ll never not compare him to a sleazy used car salesman because that’s what he is 😂 legit that was supposed to be an alternate ending to the movie where he would sell used chariots instead of getting decked by Herc lmao (really wish we got that ending because that would’ve been so hilarious to see 🤣). He’s very good at making one liners and he’s very witty and sassy.

Hades is also very manipulative and he’s very very good at reading people and finding their weakness. That’s what makes him a great villain in my opinion. Like, some villains are so self absorbed that they don’t think about other people’s emotions or weaknesses, they just kinda make an evil plan and go with it without thinking of the drawbacks or how they could use the hero’s weakness to their advantage, while Hades is very meticulous and thinks before he acts. Like “What are all the possible down falls to this plan? How can I cover all my bases so this doesn’t fail?” (Like that scene where he makes a deal with Hercules in the Underworld and he’s quickly trying to determine if there’s any drawbacks to the deal).

He knows how to play people like a fiddle by basically gaslighting them thinking they’re doing the right thing by making a deal with him that’s actually in his favor. He’s a smooth talker and he’s got lots of charisma (or rizz as the kids say lmaooo 🤣). He’s a con artist to say the least lol.

Hades is also kinda refined in a way. Like he’s silly and funny and likes to have a good time and party and crack jokes, but he’s also kinda like a Wall Street businessman. Like, he’s just a very even mixture of professional and casual (business casual? Lmao). I think that’s why I think he looks awesome in business attire lmao, he just has a very “sleazy businessman” vibe to him…also I’m a sucker for a man in a suit 😂

So yeah, that’s kinda how I think of Hades when I write him and that’s what I do when I write for his character lol. I’m sorry if this didn’t help or I was just kinda rambling as I do lol 😅 I hope this helps you a little! I will say, I love the way you write (and draw) Hades and I think you’re doing an awesome job with him and Rina!!! ☺️💕💕💕

Oh! No no no!!! I don’t think that at all and I DO NOT think you’re weird!!! Honestly, if anyone’s weird here, it’s me 🤣🤣 Legit, I LOVE IT when people get inspired by my stuff and want to do stuff based off of mine! Like, that’s what I love about tumblr and I feel like that’s what it’s all about! We can inspire each other and have fun!!! 🥰

Also PLEASE feel free spam and basically stalk my blog 🤣 I love to see people going through my blog and interacting with my stuff like it seriously makes me so freaking happy when I see tumblr notifications pop up on my phone lol!!! It makes me so excited!!! ☺️☺️☺️💕💕💕 Especially when I’m online and I see people interacting with my posts like I feel like I’m hosting hanging out on tumblr with my internet friends lmaooo. Fr I am SO flattered am honored that you like my content so much and that I can help inspire you as well as others!!! It brings me so so so much joy!!! 🥹🥹🥹💗💗💗

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~Drifting into Desire~ PART IV

>Warnings: Profanity. Smoking.

>Word Count: 8.8k

>Tags: 18+ future smut + MDNI + all characters over age 21 + 1990s themed + no quirks + reader insert

>A/N: heyyyyyyy! we finally got us some Bakugo action in this chappy. if you're interested, I highly encourage listening to the initial d soundtrack during the race scenes. also, if you have any feedback on anything, I would love to hear (: I hope you enjoy!

p.s. Get a look at Y/N's car with an official piece of artwork for the story! -> Parked.

>taglist: @simp-plague

part III masterlist

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The sun had dipped below the jagged horizon, painting the sky in a breathtaking palette of amber and crimson that bathed the mountain pass in an ethereal golden glow. You eased your car to a halt at the starting line, the engine's low purr reverberating through the valley. The crisp evening air crackled with electric anticipation, sending shivers down your spine. Bakugo leaned against his gleaming orange RX-7, its polished surface reflecting the fading light like liquid fire. His piercing crimson eyes locked onto you, burning with an intensity that could melt steel, his lips curled into a predatory smirk that promised no mercy on the winding road ahead.

"You ready, Rookie?" His deep voice carried a note of mockery, a challenge in his steady gaze.

You smirked, the engine of your Mazda purring in response. Your fingers drummed against the steering wheel, adrenaline already coursing through your veins.

"Born ready," you drawled, a cocky grin spreading across your face. "This baby and I have been itching for a challenge. You sure you can keep up?" The playful taunt in your voice masked the undercurrent of excitement and nerves. This was more than just a race; it was a chance to prove yourself, to feel truly alive. Bakugo chuckled, the sound low and dangerous, like the rumble of an approaching storm.

"You think I’m afraid of some little girl in a Miata? You know who I am, right?" He pushed off from his car, swaggering towards you, his every step confident and deliberate.

“Yeah, the self-proclaimed King of Musutafu Pass.” You leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms with a casual air that belied the determination simmering within. “Let’s see if your throne survives the night.”

Bakugo’s eyes gleamed, a wicked satisfaction flickering across his features. “You talk a big game for someone who barely scraped by against Kirishima. Did you really think that was enough to impress me?”

“That was a warm-up,” you shot back, uncaging a smirk that felt like a flame ignited between you. “Kirishima's a good driver, but he doesn’t have what it takes to match me. Let's see if you're different, huh?"

He glared, fists clenching at his sides. “You’ll regret saying that when I blow past you on the uphill and leave you eating my dust."

"Once we hit the downhill, we'll see who's the one left behind." You leaned forward, eyes narrowing in challenge, thrill dancing on the edge of your words. 

With a scoff, he pushed off of his car and paced toward the starting line, the ground trembling slightly beneath his steps. “Enough talk. Let’s settle this on the track.”

The crowd buzzed with anticipation, a cacophony of voices mingling with the distant thump of bass from nearby cars. You glanced behind you, seeing Momo and Shinso among the gathering of eager spectators, their faces filled with uneasiness. Momo stood with her hands on her hips, while Shinso shrugged, a smirk creeping onto his face.

You focused ahead, your mind a turbulent sea of conflicting emotions. The growing hum of the crowd soon faded, replaced by the rhythmic thump of your heart, each beat a reminder of the weight of expectations pressing down on you. Just you, the road, and your car—a trinity that both comforted and terrified. You took a deep breath, trying to quell the doubt that gnawed at your insides. Visualizing each corner and stretch of asphalt, you saw not just a race course, but a metaphor for your life's journey—full of sharp hairpin turns that tested your resolve and straightaways that begged for the speed you both craved and feared. It all beckoned, promising glory and threatening disaster in equal measure, leaving you torn between the thrill of the challenge and the paralyzing fear of failure.

“You ready?” Bakugo’s voice snapped you back to the moment, his impatient tone cutting through the crowd's roar.

“Let’s do this,” you replied, fire igniting in your chest as the world fell away.

The countdown began, echoing like a gunshot in your mind.

“Three!”

You slid your hands firmly onto the wheel, feeling the familiar texture of the leather grip anchor you.

“Two!"

Your foot hovered above the gas pedal, heart racing at the approach of the finish line. You glanced at Bakugo, his fierce expression promising a fight to the bitter end.

“One!” A deep breath filled your lungs, having just enough time to release before the call of destiny rang out like a thunderclap.

“GO!”

The crowd erupted as you both slammed down on your gas pedals, launching your cars forward like two bullets released from a chamber.

In an instant, the world blurred; the roar of engines and the shouts of the crowd faded into a singular roar in your ears. You felt the familiar rush as you pressed the accelerator down, feeling the force of the engine as your Mazda surged through the shifting landscape. The asphalt stretched out ahead, a ribbon of black winding through the mountains like a serpent ready to strike.

Ding!

The sound came from the dash, the indicator for the RPM climbing ever higher. You shifted into second gear, unleashing the MX-5's power as the car hugged the first curve. You gripped the wheel tighter, feeling the tires bite into the asphalt as you leaned into the turn. 

Bakugo shot ahead of you, his RX-7 cutting through the mountains like a bullet. The spin of his tires kicked up gravel, shooting it back like cannon fire. You gritted your teeth, not letting his head start intimidate you. As the road twisted into a series of sharp corners, you remembered Shota's words: "Control the car, don’t let it control you."

You downshifted, your Mazda responding with an eager growl, ready for the challenge. With the tires gripping the asphalt, you navigated the second turn, feeling the familiar kiss of the tires against the road. You focused on the apex, keeping your vision sharp and your instincts honed. The world outside the windshield swirled into a blur of green and gray, but within your car, everything felt clear, controlled.

Ding!

Bakugo’s car pitched into the next corner, the RX-7's rear tires skidding slightly as he deftly maneuvered around the curve. The thrill of speed blended with the rush of adrenaline, and you continued to press on, determined to keep him within reach. Each turn presented its own set of challenges, but you wove through them with practiced grace, a silent dance with the mountain that felt as natural as breathing. The sky darkened, and the headlights cast beams of illumination that sliced through the gloom, illuminating the lane ahead.

As you surged into the next straightaway, you caught a glimpse of Bakugo ahead, the orange glow of his taillights flickering like a beacon of challenge. You pressed harder on the accelerator, feeling the rush of speed as you closed the distance between you. The roar of your engine matched the pounding in your chest—the thrill both intoxicating and consuming. Yet, the uphill loomed ahead, and in that moment, you knew focus was paramount . Your heart raced, echoing the rhythm of the winding road, and you dug deep, drawing on the lessons Shota drilled into you during those relentless training sessions.

"Stay steady... keep your focus," you muttered under your breath, as Bakugo’s car continued to pull ahead on the incline. Your heart pounded in your chest, racing alongside the revving engine of the Mazda. The incline steepened; the road tightened its grip around the mountainside, each twist demanding unwavering control. You felt the pressure of Bakugo’s looming lead—a smirk had settled on his face as he glanced back at you, his confidence radiating like heat waves. The taunting glimmer in his eyes only fueled the fire within you.

“Not so cocky now, are ya?” Bakugo shot you a challenging glance, his face twisted into a smirk that dared you to concede. You watched as he slowly created more distance between the two of you , the gap widening under the weight of your racing hearts.

Internal thoughts clashed within you, a battle of self-doubt and raw determination. Was this it? Had the thrill of victory against Kirishima been nothing more than a fluke? No. You refused to admit defeat. The mountain whispered its secrets, and you were determined to unlock them.

With a skin-tight grip on the wheel, you recalled the advice from your uncle that pulled you back from the brink of doubt. "Be a ghost on the road," he'd once said, his voice echoing in your mind. "Let the car vanish into the wind."

As you focused on his words , a sense of calm washed over you, grounding your racing heart. You summoned every ounce of skill and confidence accumulated from countless hours on the road. The world around you faded, leaving only the climb and the rhythmic roar of the engine.

You angled your car as you approached the final steep ascent, each muscle in your body tensed with resolve. The RX-7’s taillights had disappeared, starting the downhill with a huge lead. You bit down hard on your lower lip, a wellspring of determination bubbling up inside. There wasn’t time to second-guess your capabilities. You unleashed the full power of your engine, feeling the Mazda respond, a wild spirit finally tapped. With every bump and rise in the pavement, awareness sharp as a blade, you maneuvered with unwavering precision, carving through every corner.

"That's what I thought," Bakugo snarled, a twisted grin spreading across his face as he watched your headlights fade into the inky darkness behind him. The thrill of victory coursed through his veins, his heart pounding with savage satisfaction as he left you in his dust.

Now it was your turn to shine. As you approached the cusp of the downhill, the world shifted into sharp focus. Your heartbeat synced with the pulsating roar of your engine, the rush surging through your veins like a current. The taillights of Bakugo's RX-7 glowed dimly in the distance, but they flickered with a melting glow that seemed to beckon you forward.

You had to come up with a way to catch up, at this rate you were going to lose. As you crested the uphill and began the exhilarating descent, the air shifted. The corners came alive, and so did you. Shadows danced in the light of your headlights, drawing you into the rhythm of the road.

Ding!

Just then, a distant memory invaded your thoughts. The echo of Shota’s voice replayed in your mind, each word igniting a spark of clarity. “Use the curves, Y/N. Let the road guide you. Slip into it like water to a riverbed."

With renewed focus, you positioned your car for the first downhill turn, envisioning yourself as fluid, confident. The first corner beckoned like an invitation, its curves promising freedom. You turned the wheel, steering into the arch, grateful for the years of practice smoothing your technique until it felt almost instinctual.

Giving the steering wheel an extra push, you felt your tire fall off of the asphault. Your tires grabbed onto the edge, keeping you tight on the inside. The momentum of this change caused you to fly around the curve like a bullet. The centrifugal force pressed you into the seat as you navigated the turn, the sharp edge of the asphalt kissing your tires. The thrill surged through you like electricity as you whipped around the curve, the car responding beautifully to your movements with a satisfying hum. You felt invincible. With every corner you mastered, your confidence grew. You pulled the steering wheel back, transitioning smoothly into the next curve, as the shrill sound of Bakugo’s engine became more clear with each graceful bend. He took the downhill with brute force, but you wielded finesse.

The jagged outline of Bakugo's taillights grew closer, flickering like a candle desperately trying to stay alight in a storm. The exhilarating rush of adrenaline surged through your veins, fueling your determination as you mirrored his movements, but with precision and finesse.

As you maneuvered through the next curve, the RX-7's taillights pulsed and danced, a rhythmic challenge that mocked your efforts. You knew the downhill was coming to an end, with only the consecutive hairpins standing in your way of the finish line. You had caught up with Bakugo, the nose of your car trailing behind him closely. 

Bakugou's eyes widened in disbelief as he caught sight of your sleek, cherry-red Miata in his rearview mirror. The compact sports car roared up behind him, its polished chrome gleaming in the moonlight, closing the distance at an alarming rate. 

"What the fuck?" he spat, his voice a mixture of panic and incredulity, as the Miata's aggressive approach sent a shiver down his spine. Your heart raced as you rounded another hairpin, the world outside the windshield blurring into a haze of darkness and light. Bakugo’s car was mere feet ahead, and his agitated body language seeped into his driving. With each attempt you made to pass him, he would agressively whip his car in front of you. 

You flicked the steering wheel, adjusting your trajectory as Bakugo cut you off once more, a furious scowl set on his face. This race had turned into a brutal game of cat and mouse as you both danced on the edge of speed and control. 

“Why won’t you just stay behind?” Bakugo shouted, his voice laced with frustration as he threw his car into the next turn, the tires squealing under the pressure of his aggressive maneuver. 

"C'mon girl. Just a little faster!" You spoke to your car, the familiar warmth of confidence filling your chest. You hugged the next turn tighter, anticipating Bakugo's movements with a precision born from countless hours of practice. The taillights of his RX-7 sliced through the darkness, two angry embers flickering against the black canvas of the mountain. As he veered left, you did the same, but with a different intent—where he sought to block your path, you focused on slipping past him like a shadow. The hairpin loomed ahead, a perfect potential for an inside maneuver. 

"Why so tense, Bakugo?" you challenged, your voice cutting through the rush of wind and engine roar. 

Bakugo scowled, muscles taut as he gripped the steering wheel, his focus ignited by your taunting maneuvers behind him. He slammed the accelerator, the RX-7 lurching forward as he attempted to shake you off his tail , the engine roaring defiantly against the night air. The RX-7 surged ahead, but you refused to yield. 

With every ounce of skill coursing through your veins, you steadied your grip, eyes locking onto the line ahead. As the final corner loomed, the road opened up, urging you onward with an inviting space that felt like a portal leading to victory. Your heart thundered against your chest as you braced for the last corner, the final opportunity to seize the lead. The air around you thickened with tension, but the mesmerizing pull of the asphalt felt like a siren's call, urging you to bend the rules of physics itself.

You inched closer to Bakugo, his aggressive demeanor only spurring you on. “You think you can keep me in your shadow?” 

He shot you a fierce glare, the intensity of his focus unwavering as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “I’ll eat you alive, Rookie! Just watch me.”

The final turn loomed ahead, a sharp left that would determine everything. You couldn’t allow yourself to falter now, couldn’t give Bakugo the satisfaction of knowing he intimidated you . You pushed the accelerator to the metal, feeling the shudder of the engine beneath you. The sound of the roaring RX-7 faded into the background, overtaken by the surge of adrenaline course through your veins. The final turn loomed, your wheels screaming in protest. 

Ding!

You remembered Shota's words:

"Be a ghost on the road." 

In that fleeting moment, clarity washed over you, as if the world had zoomed in on just one spot—the curve that would decide your fate. You were not merely a driver; you were a master of the elements hurtling toward you. You shifted your weight, lowered your profile, and with a final burst of determination, you flicked off the headlights, plunging into darkness as you approached the tight corner. The silhouette of Bakugo's RX-7 loomed just ahead, illuminated solely by the faint glow of its taillights, a beacon guiding you forward in a world of shadows. 

You were invisible.

Bakugo lifted his gaze, curious about how you had navigated that challenging turn. Only darkness greeted him in the rearview mirror. Scanning each reflection, he found no trace of your pursuing vehicle.

Huh, must've lost her. Hmph. A slight chuckle escaped Bakugo’s lips, laced with the heady thrill of victory brewing in his chest. He leaned back in his seat, confidence swelling. 

Suddenly, the slightest flicker of movement caught his eye. A shadow darted past him, an apparition gliding through the corner where his headlights failed to reach. The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. 

“Shit!” Bakugo hissed, a wave of disbelief crashing over him as you whispered past his side, the Miata's sleek frame barely breaking the plane of vision. Your headlights popped back up, illuminating the road ahead just as you surged into the lead. The momentum from your turn sent a shockwave of adrenaline coursing through your veins, propelling you forward with a reckless abandon. The moment the headlights flickered back to life, you felt the exhilaration seep into every fiber of your being. You’d done it—you gained the lead. As you rocketed down the final stretch, you could see a large group of people waiting. 

Panic rose in Bakugo's chest, watching as your small car lurched in front of his. He didn't let this drive away his aggression, instead letting it fuel him. 

"Get back here!" he howled, slamming down on the gas as he bore down on the compact frame of your Mazda. The RX-7’s engine roared with newfound ferocity, the sound slicing through the night like a serrated knife. He was determined to reclaim his lead, to show you that your moment of triumph was nothing but a fleeting apparition.

The RX-7’s roar grew louder, drowning out the sound of your own heartbeat as Bakugo launched his car forward in a desperate attempt to overtake you. You couldn’t look back now; the streak of headlights behind you pulsed like a heartbeat, an ominous reminder that he was right on your tail. Every nerve in your body tingled with focus, laser-like as you navigated the final stretch of road, feeling the ready adrenaline surge through you. The double yellow lines blurred by in a frantic rush, a reminder of the stakes that sat heavy on your shoulders. 

“C’mon! Almost there!” you muttered, pushing the Mazda to its limits as the finish line loomed ahead, the crowds of people rushing out of the way when neither you nor Bakugo were slowing down. The crowd erupted into a frenzy, faces twisting in shock as your Mazda surged forward, leaving a trail of burning rubber in your wake. 

You crossed over the imaginary line. A split second later, Bakugo’s RX-7 thundered across the line just behind you, barely a heartbeat behind, his frustrated roar echoing through the mountain pass like a thunderclap. 

You fucking did it, Y/N. 

The moment you crossed that imaginary line, a wash of exhilaration flooded through you, an electric current igniting your every nerve ending. You fought to contain your grin, knowing that behind you lay a pissed-off Katsuki Bakugo, his frustration palpable even from the distance that separated you. You drove ahead, whipping the car around to face the direction of your competitor. He was climbing out of his car, eyes lit like a roaring inferno. 

“I can’t believe she pulled that shit on me!” Bakugo shouted, storming towards you with tension crackling in the air like static electricity. Without waiting on him to catch up, you lit a cigarette and took a slow drag, letting the smoke curl into the night. He approached quickly, and you couldn't help the shit eating grin that spread across your face, the thrill of victory still coursing through your veins. You put the car into first, letting the engine sputter with playful defiance, almost as if it shared your smug satisfaction. You could feel the victorious energy pulsing in your bones as Bakugo halted just in front of your Mazda's path, trying to keep you from leaving the Pass.

You didn't want to bother with the temper tantrum that was incoming. “You little—” Bakugo thrust an accusatory finger toward you, the flames of anger flickering dangerously in his eyes. “You think you can just—”

You leaned back against your seat, taking a long drag from your cigarette, letting the smoke curl into the night air. 

"—cheat your way to a win?" He took a step closer, nostrils flaring in indignation as he glared down at you, his expression as blazing as ever.

“Cheating?” You laughed lightly, inhaling the smoke before letting it drift lazily from your lips. “You must not have watched closely enough.” You leaned casually against the interior of your Mazda, exuding a confidence that belied the adrenaline still thrumming in your veins. The crowd gathered behind you, buzzing with energy, their excitement crackling as they awaited the aftermath of your fierce showdown. 

Bakugo's eyes narrowed dangerously, his jaw clenched so tightly that you could practically see the tension radiating off of him like heat from an unforgiving flame. 

"What's wrong, Bakugo? Didn't expect a Miata to give your precious RX-7 a run for its money?" Your voice dripped with playful arrogance, the adrenaline still buzzing wildly in your veins as you leaned back in your seat, watching him struggle to contain his rage and disbelief. Bakugo's jaw worked silently, clenched muscles taut with frustration. “You know that wasn’t racing! You just—”

“I just what?” you interrupted, feigning innocence as you exhal ed a cloud of smoke toward him, a defiant smirk playing on your lips. “Used the tricks I’ve learned from the best. Isn’t that what racing is all about, Bakugo ?” He scowled, the heat of his anger bubbling beneath a facade of cool confidence. 

"Fuck you. I want a rematch. No tricky shit." You chuckled, the sound mocking in the cool night air. 

“Oh, so now you want to make the rules? How convenient.” You leaned forward, looking him straight in the eyes, the taunting gleam in your gaze unyielding as you locked onto his fiery stare. 

“Quit whining and admit it, you lost fair and square,” you shot back, letting the smoke filter between your lips like a swirling ghost of rebellion, taunting his frustration further. The crowd behind you murmured in approval, the thick tension weaving through the air like a live wire.

"Now, if you don't mind, I have other shit to do. Plus my feet are fucking killing me." Your nonchalance only fanned the flames of Bakugo's fury. He stepped closer, fists clenched at his sides as if he could physically restrain the words not yet spoken.

“Don't think you can just walk away after that. You’re on my turf now, and I want a rematch. Right here, right now,” Bakugo demanded, his voice a low growl that echoed through the silence. 

You rolled your eyes dramatically, your foot pressing down on the accelerator. The engine roared to life, matching the intensity in your chest. Turning to Bakugo, you gave him a mischievous wink and pulled the cigarette from your lips, smoke curling around your words.

"Goodnight, Bakugo," you purred, your voice a mix of amusement and challenge. 

With that, you were off, tires screeching against the pavement. The world became a blur as you sped through the streets, the crowds on either side erupting into wild cheers as you passed. Their excitement fueled your own, a grin spreading across your face as you embraced the thrill of the moment and the open road ahead.

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The next morning greeted you with a sharp chill that hung in the air, almost as if the mountains were still buzzing with the lingering energy of last night's race. You rolled out of bed, the soft glow of dawn filtering through the window, illuminating your room with a warm embrace that contrasted sharply with the coolness outside. You made your way to the kitchen, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee beckoning you like a siren’s call. Momo stood by the counter, her back turned as she stirred a steaming mug, the faint clattering of ceramic echoing softly in the quiet kitchen.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she chimed, glancing over her shoulder with a bright smile. "You were quite the spectacle last night." You smirked, pouring a cup of coffee with a practiced ease that felt almost instinctive. The rich, dark liquid swirled within the mug, releasing its inviting aroma. 

“Spectacle or troublemaker?” you replied, taking a long sip from the steaming cup, the warmth spreading through you like magic. A hint of playful mischief danced in your gaze as you leaned against the counter. 

The race last night had you riding on a high. Momo raised an eyebrow, her lips twisting into a teasing smile.

“A bit of both, I’d say. Did you see Bakugo’s face? I've never seen anyone look so... enraged."You laughed, recalling the fiery glare Bakugo had thrown your way as you sped off into the night. 

“You know, I didn’t think you had that in you," Momo leaned against the counter, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder as she watched you with a mix of admiration and concern. “You really surprised everyone last night.”

You shrugged, a sly grin tugging at the corner of your lips. 

“Just doing what I had to do,” you replied, your heart still humming with the excitement from the previous night. Momo set her mug down, crossing her arms with a knowing look.

“It was more than that, Y/N. You took on Bakugo. He’s not just any racer; he’s a legend around here. You’ve stirred up the whole community, whether you realize it or not. People are talking, and you’re suddenly the talk of the town.” 

You smirked, taking another sip of coffee, the warmth igniting your confidence even more.

“Let them talk,” you replied, leaning back against the counter with casual defiance. “I’m not here to please anyone but myself. This is my path, and I’m just getting started.”

Momo tilted her head, amusement playing on her lips. "And where does that path lead? Right into Bakugo’s fiery glare? Because he sure doesn’t take losing lightly.”

Your smile faded, the reality of last night settling into your bones. “I know,” you admitted, glancing down at your coffee as if the warm liquid could ground you. 

Momo laughed, her warm eyes gleaming with delight. “It was like watching a lion try to catch a clever little fox,” she continued, crossing her arms as if the mere thought gave her glee. You chuckled, imagining the scene as you took another sip of your coffee. 

"More like a lion with anger management issues," you replied, shaking your head. You snorted, stirring the coffee for a moment before taking a sip, letting the bold flavor dance on your tongue. “But still, you’ve got to admit, he puts on quite a show.”

Momo’s laughter rang out, brightening the morning gloom. “He does, and I’m sure he’ll be looking for a rematch sooner rather than later.” Her expression turned serious, eyebrows knitting together. 

“Just be careful, Y/N. He’s fierce, and he doesn’t like losing.”

“Trust me , I know.” You took another sip of your coffee, letting the heat seep into your bones as you glanced out the window, watching the first rays of sunlight spill over the mountain. “But I’m not backing down. This is my race now.”

Despite the lightheartedness of your exchange, a knot of excitement twisted within you. You knew the real challenge awaited you—the rivalry with Bakugo was far from over. Your mind danced with the possibilities of what could unfold in the coming days—a relentless pursuit of victory, each encounter bound to sting just a little more, and push you further into the heart of the racing world. 

“You’ve always been good at staying level-headed,” Momo continued, her voice gentle yet firm. “But this is different. Bakugo won’t just challenge your skills; he’ll attack your confidence.”

You took another sip of coffee, appreciating the bold flavor that settled deep in your chest, steeling your resolve against her words. 

“I appreciate the concern,” you replied, placing the cup down on the counter with a determined clink. "But worry isn't going to help me win races. I’ve fought through worse. I can handle him.”

And with that sentence, the absent dark thoughts came crawling back to the forefront of your mind. They hadn't pestered your mind since before the races last night, but now they were clawing their way back, relentless and suffocating. Deep down, the memories of your past threatened to bubble up, a tide of grief and loss barely contained beneath the surface of your resolve. You could feel it, just waiting for that moment of weakness, hoping to pull you under. 

You inhaled sharply, forcing the memories to recede, but Momo’s watchful gaze caught the slight tremor in your hand as you placed your coffee mug down. The comforting warmth of the ceramic cup turned heavy, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing down on your chest like a stone. Momo's eyes softened, her expression shifting as if she could sense the shadows creeping in. 

"You sure you’re alright?" she asked gently, her tone laced with concern. You locked eyes with her and gave a nonchalant shrug. 

"Yes mom. But I think I'm gonna go for a drive." It was the only solution for driving away the thoughts. Momo studied you for a moment, concern flickering across her features, but she nodded slowly as if understanding the weight you needed to shed. 

“Just don’t push yourself too hard today. And if you run into Bakugo again...”

“I’ll keep my distance,” you promised, waving a dismissive hand. But deep down, you both knew that wouldn’t happen. The tension between you and Bakugo felt electric, as if the universe itself demanded a collision of the two forces. A part of you craved the thrill—not just the speed, but the challenge he posed. 

Momo watched you with a knowing smile, your determination radiating off you like an aura. “Alright, just... be careful. And call me if things get out of hand,” she said, her concern evident in her voice.

"Yeah, yeah, I will." You pushed away from the counter and strolled toward the your bedroom to get changed. Once you found suitable clothes, you made your way out. You made sure to layer up, the autumn chill biting at exposed skin as you pulled on a black leather jacket over your fitted long-sleeve shirt. With high-waisted cargo pants hugging your legs, you felt a renewed sense of confidence rise within you.

You decided to take it slow up the mountain this morning, watching as the leaves danced around you in shades of crimson and gold, rustling gently in the wind like whispers of encouragement. With each curve of the mountain pass, you let the serenity of the morning sink into your bones, each bend inviting you to embrace the thrill of the road. The Mazda purred beneath you, a soft hum that melded seamlessly with the harmony of nature. 

As you passed a small lot, your gaze was drawn to a parked car. Unexpectedly, you found yourself locking eyes with a pair of furious vermillion orbs. There, leaning against his RX-7 with arms crossed over his broad chest, stood Bakugo, radiating anger.

The moment your eyes met, a thick tension crackled in the air between you, a charged atmosphere woven from rivalry and adrenaline. Bakugo pushed himself off the car, a predatory smile creeping across his lips, sharp and dangerous.

You immediately amped it up, not having the energy to deal with him so soon. You slammed the gas pedal, the purr of your Mazda morphing into a defiant roar as you prepared to leave him in the dust. 

You darted away excitedly, enticing Bakugo to chase after you like a predator stalking its prey. His car roared to life, screeching as his pulled out of the lot. 

Has he been waiting on you? What the fuck??

It didn't take long for Bakugo to catch up as you sped along the winding mountain road. The rev of his RX-7 echoed like a thunderclap behind you, each roar igniting the thrill deep within your chest. You navigated the uphill as best you could, but he was undeniably better and more suited to take it on. The incline steepened, and you pressed harder on the accelerator, the engine's growl matching the intensity simmering beneath your skin. Reds, browns, and greens blurred together like a rushing watercolor, but it wasn't enough to distract you from the impending doom of Bakugo's furious pace. 

Pulling up next to you, he rolled his window down. He had a mischievous look on his face, pointing to the side of the road. 

"Pull over," Bakugo shouted over the roar of the engines, his voice cutting through the wind like a blade. 

You shot him a glare, your fingers tightening around the wheel. 

“Not a chance,” you shouted back, adrenaline fueling your defiance. You leaned into the next curve, your car hugging the asphalt tightly as you pushed the Mazda to its limits. Bakugo wasn’t going to give up so easily. He surged ahead, pulling in front of you just enough to cut off your path. He twisted his car to come to a hard stop, leaving you no choice but to decelerate. You slammed your brakes, the tires screeching in protest as you managed to bring the Mazda to a halt mere inches from his rear bumper. The moment your car came to a stop, you glared at Bakugo, heart racing, chest heaving as you fought to contain

You ripped your car door open, stepping out and giving him a glare.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" Your eyes met his, and the fury in them burned as fiercely as the colors of the setting sun around you. 

Bakugo smirked, leaning back against his car with a casual confidence that only fueled your indignation. 

"You haven't seen half of the crazy I got in me." His smug grin widened, a flash of teeth that dared you to challenge him further. 

“Is that supposed to intimidate me?” you shot back, crossing your arms defiantly. “You’re just playing games, Bakugo. I've got better things to do than chase after you.” 

His eyes narrowed, and the smirk transformed into a scowl. “Playing games? You think I ’m here to play? I want a rematch, and I want it now.” His voice was low and intense, a storm brewing just beneath the surface. 

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes but couldn't suppress a slight smirk. "So just because you lost one race, you think you can force me into another? Cute."

Bakugo’s expression morphed into a blend of anger and determination, his lips curling into a fierce snarl. “You think this is a joke, Y/N? I don’t lose to anyone, especially not some rookie in a piece of junk." 

"Is that so?" You tilted your head, a challenge glimmering in your eyes. "Maybe you just weren’t prepared for an actual race, Bakugo. You might want to watch your mouth next time." Bakugo's expression darkened, his fists clenching at his sides, but you could see the flicker of respect beneath the anger—the undeniable recognition of your growing prowess. 

"You really think you can just brush me off like that?" His gaze bore into you, fierce and unwavering. “You think this is over?” 

You studied him, the tension crackling in the air between you like a live wire, pulsing with anticipation. 

“Look, it wasn’t just luck that got me through last night,” you shot back, your heart racing with both defiance and resolve. “ I’ve put in the work, and if you think I’m going to let you waltz in here and intimidate me, you've got another thing coming.”

Bakugo's eyes glinted with intensity, a smoldering fire that challenged you to rise to his level. “Is that right? Then show me. Prove it wasn’t just some one-time fluke.”

Without breaking your composure, you took a step closer, the crisp mountain air thick with tension. The words hung in the silence, a dare wrapped in defiance.

"Alright, you want to race?" Bakugo’s smirk returned, sharp and predatory as he stepped forward, his eyes gleaming in the sunlight that spilled over the mountains. 

"Thought you'd never ask." 

He slid back into his RX-7 with a confident flourish, the door slamming shut as he revved the engine, the low growl echoing ominously off the mountainside. 

"You ready to lose?" Bakugo taunted. You chuckled, the sound laced with a fearless challenge as you slid back into your Mazda. 

“You really think you can take me down twice?” Your fingers danced across the steering wheel, excitement coursing through your veins like wildfire. 

"Just watch me," Bakugo fired back, the growl of his RX-7 revving in protest. The tension in the air hung thick, a taut string waiting for that one decisive cut.

You shifted your gear into position, feeling the familiar hum of your Mazda beneath you. Bakugo counted down, intensity etched into his features.

“Three! Two! One! GO!” 

His RX-7 shot forward, not realizing that you hadn't moved. Quickly as he tore ahead, you smirked, letting him believe he held the lead. As the roar of the RX-7 faded into the background, you revved your engine, a low growl as you whipped your car around and took off in the opposite direction. The sound of your Mazda’s engine echoed off the mountains, a triumphant roar that blended with the gentle rustle of the leaves in the wind. Bakugo’s confident smirk faltered slightly as he realized his mistake. He whipped his head around, eyes wide with disbelief as he registered your sudden maneuver. “You think you can just—”

Before he could finish, you floored the pedal, your car surging forward with a ferocity that sent the adrenaline racing through your veins. The Mazda MX-5 responded instantly, the engine’s roars echoing against the mountainsides, as you forced the gears through the sweet spot, the engine screaming as you carved your own path through the winding road. 

Bakugo’s RX-7 thundered to life behind you, but you had already embraced the thrill of the chase. 

Behind you, Bakugo was feeling the same. An excited growl ripped through his chest. The RX-7’s engine snarled as he pushed the gas pedal, determined to reclaim control. He surged forward, tires squealing as he barreled around the corner, his car following closely behind like a predator in hot pursuit. 

He pursued you down the mountainside, finally catching up as you reached the bottom. Both of you parked your vehicles, and he strode towards you.

“Did you really think you could just trick me like that?” Bakugo barked, irritation etched into his features as he closed the distance, his glinting eyes narrowed into slits of fury. “Why are you treating this like a game?”

You lit up a cigarette, taking your time with responding. You leaned against the cool metal of your Mazda, the haze of cigarette smoke swirling around you like a shield against his ire. Taking a slow drag, you let the tension build, enjoying the furious gl are of his eyes as you exhaled a plume of smoke into the air, feeling the burn of the nicotine rush through your veins alongside the high of the chase.

“Game? No,” you said, leveling your gaze at him as the smoke curled and vanished into the cool air. “This isn’t a game, Bakugo. It’s a challenge.” 

His nostrils flared with indignation, the fire in his eyes intensifying. “You think you can outsmart me just by playing dirty? You won’t get away with that trash.”

You took another drag from your cigarette, the ember glowing fiercely against the darkening sky. 

“Outsmart you? No, I just knew you'd underestimate me. That’s your problem, Bakugo. You always think you can bulldoze your way to victory, while I prefer to slip through the cracks." 

Bakugo’s jaw clenched, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. He stepped closer, his presence towering over you, his fierce intensity palpable. 

“You think because you pulled that stunt, you’ve won something special? You can’t rely on tricks forever, Rookie.”

You inhaled sharply, staring him down, the challenge hanging thick in the air between you like a thundercloud ready to burst. 

“Maybe not,” you replied, your tone steady, the smoke curling away from your lips as you held his gaze, unyielding under the weight of his intensity. “But relying on pure skill isn’t the only way to win. It’s about knowing your opponent, playing to their weaknesses.”

You were starting to sound more and more like your uncle. Bakugo’s intensity flickered for a brief moment, the fire in his eyes wavering as he processed your words. A flicker of respect gleamed behind that ever-present irritation; you recognized it as a testament to your growing prowess in this cutthroat world of racing.

For a heartbeat, the tension hung between you, a delicate balance of fierce rivalry and unexpected respect. Bakugo's eyes narrowed, his expression fluctuating between indignation and a grudging recognition of your skill. He stepped back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as he studied you, the intensity of his gaze piercing.

You both paused as you heard an interesting sounding engine approaching. The throaty growl of another car echoed around the bend, slicing through the charged atmosphere hanging between you and Bakugo. You both turned, instinctively shifting your focus from one another to the approaching vehicle. The sound of tires crunching against gravel filled the air, heralding the arrival of another competitor. As the sleek silhouette of the car came into view, you recognized the unmistakable profile of a modified Nissan Skyline GTR, its metallic black paint glimmering under the fading sun. The engine roared as it approached, and you could hear the turbo spooling up. The driver, a tall figure dressed in a black racing jacket with a striking logo emblazoned across the back, eased the Nissan to a stop beside you and Bakugo. He swung the door open, stepping out with an air of confidence that radiated from him like an aura. Dark sunglasses perched on his nose, his hair tousled and rebellious as he surveyed the scene. 

“Did I miss the party ?” he called, a lazy smirk spreading across his face as he casually leaned against his car. His voice was booming around you. The sunglasses masked his eyes, but you could sense the energy radiating from him, a charged drawl that suggested he thrived on the excitement of competition. 

“Just an impromptu showdown,” you shot back, chuckling as you waved the smoke from your cigarette into the air, watching as it mingled with the crisp mountain breeze. 

Bakugo scowled, narrowing his eyes at the newcomer. 

“Great, just what I need: another clown to distract me from what actually matters,” he retorted, his voice dripping with irritation as he crossed his arms tighter over his chest, muscles tense with barely contained frustration.

The newcomer chuckled, not fazed by Bakugo's hostility. 

“Well, it looks like I stumbled into a territory dispute.” He pushed his sunglasses up, revealing a pair of sharp, beaty eyes that sparkled with mischief.

"Hope I didn't ruin your little rendezvous, but a rumor swirling around has kind of piqued my interest," he continued, tilting his head with an amused glint in his eyes.

“Rumor?” Bakugo growled, irritation still clinging to his voice as he glanced between you and the new arrival with a level of contempt that could only be likened to a smoldering fire.

"Yeah, the one that says that you, Bakugo, were beat by a newbie in a Miata," the newcomer laughed, tilting his head back as if the very notion of a 'newbie' outpacing Bakugo was the most amusing thing he'd heard all week.

Bakugo's scowl deepened, his fists clenched at his sides, barely containing the anger that surged beneath the surface. 

“Who the hell are you?” he spat, eyes blazing. 

“Name’s Inasa Yoarashi. Leader of the Shiketsu Suns.” He leaned back against his Nissan, a relaxed grin spreading across his face as if he hadn’t just provoked a shark. Bakugo glared at Inasa, his irritation palpable, as if he were trying to will the other racer into submission with sheer force. 

“Great, another hotshot,” Bakugo muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. The tension thickened, a palpable current curling around the three of you like a tempest, each characteristic pulled taut by pride and the fiery competition that bound you in this silent standoff.

Inasa chuckled, unabashed by Bakugo's hostility.

"Aren't you just a ball of sunshine?" He shot a playful grin your way and nodded his head towards your car. “I'm gonna take a very educated guess and say you're the newbie, huh?" 

You raised an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth twitching up in bemusement. 

“Is that supposed to be an insult? I’m pretty sure I just outpaced the self-proclaimed King of Musutafu Pass,” you replied, crossing your arms with a grin that challenged his playful tease.

Inasa’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. 

“Looks like I’m in good company, then. You’ve certainly stirred things up, haven’t you?” Inasa said, his tone casual, like they were discussing the weather rather than racing egos. “You don’t mind if I take a good look at your driving skills, do you?”

You raised an eyebrow, the sudden challenge sparking a flicker of excitement within you. “You want to race me? Here and now?”

In Inasa’s grin widened, enthusiasm radiating off him like a beacon. "Yes, but unfortunately not today, I only had enough time to come to check out the competition. My crew's got a race coming up, and I was curious if you’d be interested in challenging a couple of us,” he offered casually, shooting a glance at Bakugo. “You know, if you’re brave enough to take on a real team.”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed further, his jaw tightening at Inasa’s words.

“What makes them real? Their flashy shirts and tricked -out cars?” Bakugo scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. The corner of Inasa's mouth quirked up, unbothered by the jibe. 

“Flashy colors and big mouths will only take you so far, but at the end of the day, it's skill behind the wheel that truly counts,” he shot back, unwavering as he leaned casually against his Nissan , the sleek car gleaming under the fading sunlight. The tension thickened as Bakugo opened his mouth to retort, but you interrupted, sensing an opportunity to escalate the rivalry in the air. 

“Why don’t we settle this then?” You stepped forward, a determined glint in your eye as you looked between Bakugo and Inasa. “If you think your crew’s got what it takes, let’s race them. Two against two, just like the last time." 

Inasa’s grin widened, his enthusiasm bubbling over as he nodded, unfazed by the intensity brewing around you . 

“Sounds like a plan!” Inasa replied, his voice laced with excitement. He stepped away from his Nissan, extending a hand toward you with an infectious grin. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” 

You eyed his outstretched hand for a brief moment, weighing the challenge and the consequences. You could feel Bakugo’s searing gaze boring into you, a silent demand for dominance beneath the surface. Ignoring the tension simmering in the air, you clasped Inasa’s hand, the gesture sending a thrill of excitement through you.

“Let’s do this,” you declared, releasing his grip and stepping back, heart racing with the prospect of a new challenge. Bakugo’s fiery gaze smoldered beside you, the tension between the three of you still palpable as if the air itself pulsed with anticipation. Inasa's easy smile contrasted starkly with Bakugo’s barely contained frustration, the temperature dropping several degrees in the wake of silent competition.

"How about this Saturday? We’ll set up here, on Musutafu Pass," Inasa suggested, his demeanor unyieldingly confident as he turned his head slightly, gauging your response to the proposition. 

“Saturday it is,” you replied, adrenaline surging within you at the thought of a race against Inasa and his crew. You couldn’t shake the feeling that this would be a turning point. This wasn't just about racing anymore; it was about proving who you were in this cutthroat world. Thrilling anticipation bubbled within your chest, igniting a fire that propelled you forward. Bakugo stood beside you, his tension palpable as if he were a coiled spring ready to snap at any moment.

Inasa's grin widened further, his enthusiasm infectious.

"I expect to see you there as well, former King Bakugo." His teasing tone cut through the tension, the words ringing like church bells in an empty square. Bakugo’s expression twisted, a storm brewing behind his fiery eyes. 

“Cut the games, Inasa,” Bakugo snapped, his jaw tense, frustration spilling over in a rush. 

Inasa held his hands up in mock surrender, his smirk refusing to waver under Bakugo’s fiery glare. 

“Hey, just here to have some fun. Racing is all about pushing the limits, after all, right?” He chuckled, looking between you and Bakugo, seemingly unfazed by the brewing storm. 

"Well it's been lovely, but I really must go now. See the two of you on Saturday!" Inasa turned on his heel with a confident swagger, the corners of his mouth still lifting in that infuriatingly charming smile. He slid into his Nissan, revving the engine as he glanced over at you and Bakugo one last time. 

"Don't keep me waiting!" With that, Inasa pulled away, the roar of his Nissan echoing down the mountainside like thunder, leaving you and Bakugo standing on the asphalt, tension thick enough to slice. The sound of the Nissan faded into the distance, leaving a haunting silence in its wake. 

Bakugo’s expression morphed into a scowl as the silence settled between you two, heavy with unmet expectations and unspoken challenges. He pivoted to face you, annoyance radiating off him like heat waves rising from scorched asphalt. Your heart raced as you met his eyes, the air thick with unresolved tension.

"Nice going, Rookie," he snapped, stepping closer. "You think you can just run around proving yourself against anyone that walks in? You’re gonna get buried under all the hype.” His voice dripped with irritation, and you could see the frustration simmering in his eyes, a storm threatening to break loose. 

“Maybe I’ll get buried,” you shot back, your voice steady as you squared your shoulders, refusing to let him intimidate you. “But I’m not backing down. You have no idea how much I’ve worked to get here.” 

Bakugo’s expression hardened, something between annoyance and begrudging respect flashing in his eyes. 

"Tch. Whatever. I'm gone." He turned, fists still clenched, and headed toward his RX-7, the tension in his shoulders radiating like a heatwave. You watched him for a moment, heart racing with a mix of admiration and irritation spiraling within you. There was an undeniable thrill in facing him, a fierce intensity that drew you closer, yet pushed you away all at once. You took a breath, steeling your resolve, feeling the embers from last night reignite within you. 

“Bakugo!” you called after him, the words escaping before you could think them through. He paused, turning to face you, his expression a tense mixture of surprise and annoyance. 

"What?" He crossed his arms, leaning against his RX-7 with an impatient scowl. 

You approached cautiously, adrenaline thumping in rhythm with your heartbeat. The air between you felt charged, electric, as if the very mountains surrounding you buzzed with anticipation. You locked eyes, willing the vulnerability to stay hidden behind the armor of confidence you carefully crafted.

“Just... remember what I said,” you ventured, voice steady despite the rush of emotions swirling inside. “This rivalry, it’s only the beginning.”

Bakugo’s expression flickered, something beneath his hardened exterior shifting as he studied you, a flash of consideration sparkling in the depths of his fiery gaze. He narrowed his eyes, the tension momentarily easing as curiosity mixed with bitterness.

Without a word, he got into his rumbling car and took off. You watched as the RX-7 rocketed down the mountain pass, the vibrant glow of its taillights fading into the distance until they vanished altogether. Once it was gone, you had a moment to catch your breath, the sharp chill of the mountain air filling your lungs. The adrenaline began to ebb, leaving behind a lingering exhilaration that left you buzzing.

You exhaled slowly, the events that just transpired playing on repeat in your head. 

Momo is gonna kill you.

[azurdlywisterious]

Ive been thinking about making a comic of all of my fallout ocs arguing with each other, but fake tumblr would work too

⏳ start-startover reblogged mrhouseownsmysoul

😎 anon asked:

Look all I’m saying is that it’s kinda cringe to simp after a singer with a dead career :/

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I know thats u suzie. Get tf off anon and say it to my face skank

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Its just embarrassing that youve risked life and limb for a knock off bing crosby is all

⏳ start-startover

At least im not married to a faceless corpse that doesnt care about anything aside from his pretty buildings

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Say that to my face again i fucking dare you. I’ll have you know that he is still very much alive unlike dean domino’s fucking career which mr house pays for need i remind you

⏳ start-startover

Ive felt guilt about a lot of things but i doubt putting you in the dirt will be one of them

#iykyk #im not explaining my time trapped in the timeloop again #just read my pinned post

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It’s got what plants crave!

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It has electrolytes!

#also we’re out of vodka harvey #if you dont mind picking some up next time youre out

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I miss my wife

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From what ive gathered @.mrhouseownsmysoul is very insecure about her relationship with the strip’s enigmatic ruler and decided to take it out on @.start-startover, possibly because @.start-startover killed @.robco-official while she was trapped in the time loop

💥 mygenderis-c4

Why tf did you @ them sir???

🧠 big-mt-head

I dont talk about people behind their backs?

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Sir, i know youre new here, but like… youre allowed to vague people

🧠 big-mt-head reblogged uh-ohthemisery

Elaborate on “vague[ing] people” please

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@.therealprimmshady come pick up ur weird robot girl shes scaring the hoes again

#i mean ive met her parents so im not surprised she turned out like this #but wow shes gonna get fuckin ratioed out here

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Lots of drama going down in the mr house fandom tonight. Couldn’t be me

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Yeah couldnt be me

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Yeah couldnt be me

🍀 luckiestbastard

#are yall those other side of the country ghouls that everyone keeps talking about?

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I miss my wife

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From what ive gathered @.mrhouseownsmysoul is very insecure about her relationship with the strip’s enigmatic ruler and decided to take it out on @.start-startover, possibly because @.start-startover killed @.robco-official while she was trapped in the time loop

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Yeah and shes gonna pay! Screw karma, ill collect your debt myself deja!

⏳ start-startover

Hows the bos bunker doing?

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Not my problem, legion scum

⏳ start-startover

YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Dont put ur trauma in your pinned post next time

⏳ start-startover

Square up bitch ill snipe your pretty head off!

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

One second my securitron army needs me mwah mwah

🍀 luckiestbastard

Does anyone in this thread smoke weed?

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Its got what plants crave!

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

It has electrolytes!

#punk just brew some urself #just pick some corn and razorgrain from the garden outside #unless we need new razorgrain plants

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On second thought, maybe it wouldnt be a good idea to give them all tumblrs

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

oh god you have foolishly provided me a chance to dump the contains of my soul and heart out in the open through throwing all my favorite songs to listen to and think of Muriel at you in this essay i WILL

ok first i know its on his official playlist already BUT i feel a need to emphasize just how much it is ABsoLUTEly HIS song most of any of them: drumroll please::: 👏Wolf👏 by 👏First Aid Kit👏 any muriel simp reading this right now i am pounding you with my brainwaves of intent to go listen to it Right Now and Read those Lyrics and just try to tell me its not literally about him god if could draw id be doing such a cool animatic about it but alas it dies with me anyway WAYWARD WINDS!!! A VOICE THAT SINGS!!!! OF A!! FORGOTTEN!!!! LAND!!!!!!! SEE IT FALL!!!! CHILD OF WAR!!!! OH LEND!!!! A MENDING HAND!!!!!!!!!!! i believe ive made myself clear kbgxkyhfhkvd

https://youtu.be/6PmuuiXgIZE

i dont know if links work on anon but i had to try gjzghfdtomfg our wedding song straight up this is in my language and also like. about a girl but the words are easy to switch around so it fits lol it basically just goes like "you just had to know (to do something? like in a you know how to work me way lmao linguistics hard), that i cant forget you at all/i forgot my mother and father/my sister and my brother but i cant goshdarn forget you" and i dont know i probably cant translate that so it hits right but god its absolutely perfect to me cause like I DIDNT! FORGET HIM!! MC REMEMBERS HIM AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT!!!! EVEN WITH THE CURSE I DONT KNOW LET ME HAVE THIS ITS TOO GD ROMANTIC I CANT BELIEVE HE GOT ME ACTING LIKE THIS AGHGF im sorry for yelling i got excited

NEXT a classic we gotta pepper some hozier on this thing so here goes Nothing Fucks With My Baby cause thats my ultimate serenade for him in my head especially the "if i was born/as a blackthorn tree/id wanna be held by you/felled by you/fuel the pyre of your enemies" part as it perfectly describes my sentiments towards my man: hes my bby i will kill for him👁️👁️

theres Always Forever by Cults, i dont have that much to rant about it i just always think of him when i play it lol theres hozier again It Will Come Back which is on his official playlist too but i play around with perspectives in this one cause i put myself in the "it" position, like. im chasing here bro👀 oh my god i have got to shut up this is entirely tmi

https://youtu.be/mLycEitwJCA

i made a whole post about this one its a whole thing lmao long story short muriel on a murderous revenge quest au MOVING ON

OH i remembered another folky one

https://youtu.be/NrgwIo8GWDI

its SUCH a banger and i love it and it goes like i saw a Wolf a Fox a Rabbit so i just imprinted on it with Muriel Asra and MC respectively cause i dont know i had a phase where i decided mcs spirit animal is a rabbit cause of that scrapped introduction chapter with the labyrinth thing i guess idk im scrambling here ngfsfugc anyway it slaps listen to it and imagine a bangin tavern party and maybe youll calm down /meme

ohh ok we're on a folksy roll thats probably because i just mostly associate old timey sounding songs with arcana in general lmao i mean its like middle ages over there right

https://youtu.be/t9PUlNQOZ8o

this ones in my language again i know annoying but i found a translated version look!!! AND theres a bunch of people correcting the mistakes in the comments too if you were wanting to get deeper into research hkdggjyecb and its white voice style so depending on your taste it might sound silly but yeah this ones got some fitting lines too tying up with Murmur and its so cute and so cheesy and hopeful and sappy and it cheers me up aw

oh my god i wonder if anyone gets this far reading this ever if youre seeing this its probably during a scroll roll slow just enough to make out the letters Hello godspeed you continue on your journey with my blessings cause im noT EVEN DONE YET HAHAHAHAHAA

Motha Motha! Problems! nuff said

https://youtu.be/artn9fErRp8

this ones gonna take explaining gjxgkhpgz but maybe not that much

https://youtu.be/_h9V94b4R2g

i just had a eureka moment one day and so another animatic concept to take to my grave was born lmao but mostly its just playing into Muriels & MCs "nO i cOULd hUrt YoU Go aWaY" + "ayo hold my flower ima kill them real quick" dynamic theyve got heehee like the whole "~Dangerous~ ooh that sounds good ya" bit and also yes im in your house no im not leaving jgdghkfhgd and like i just imagined the song fitting the vibe of the whole murder lucio quest road trip with MC all "yo we Getting this shit DONE dont fuck around w my crew" (The Crew: feral milf & bear with anxiety) AND LIKE i always get to the "party like we all gon die tonight" basedrop part with the whole visual montage of us finding khamgalai and then the graveyard fight and Absolutely Everything Going to Shit and the mood shifting to "well fuck maybe we do not in fact got this" but its good we kick lucio all the way to hell at the end we good💕

https://youtu.be/ZxWiG6UJr0w

MMMMMMM THIS ONEE AWW im literally just scrolling through my endless unsorted playlist to find these gdiyyfgfz this ones just cute it doesnt really relate to anything at all actually when i think about it but its nice so here

https://youtu.be/6FEDrU85FLE

.....nope i got nothing on this one just plop it right in here

oh my god. its over. weve done it. we're free

man i hope those links work. definitely not on mobile lol whatever

Hi! and oh, WOW, this was one of the most delightfully wild essays I've ever read for Muriel and I loved it. Especially describing the dynamic on the trip south as "feral milf & bear with anxiety" XD

I've found that links don't work in asks, even with the media option turned on, so I'll include them below. Thanks for your suggestions, anon, I'll put them on the tag! ^.^

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