#actually if anyone should be allowed to say fuck it should be jack

[justagaycryptid]

I love how NBC Hannibal really had some of the most insane out of pocket gore to ever be put on public television and yet Will Graham was not allowed to say fuck.

[earthtoharlow]

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THATGIRLSTACEY

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thatgirlstacey: woke up this morning grateful that I’m no one’s sloppy seconds

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user: IKTR!!!

user: thread lightly

user: you weren’t even Jack’s first choice

user: in 5 days you will start to cough…

user: not everyone can say the same 🤭🤭

user: but you still woke up with no man

user: woke up a loser tho

urbanwyatt added to their story!

YOURINSTA

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yourinsta: Ariel and I just minding our business 🫣

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user: as you should

user: these outfits tho

druski: don’t worry ill tell you all the tea ☕️

user: you’re always going to win

user: yeah ignore her weird ass

saweetie: auntie misses her baby Ariel!!

user: Stacey was trying to take both your men

user: ok but y’all look so cozyyyy

champagnepapi: my girls

THESHADEROOM

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theshaderoom: Stacey James speaks out for the first time since she reportedly jumped Y/N Y/L backstage after Y/N was doing a performance in Miami, and since Urban Wyatt leaked her DMs to him. James claims it’s not directed towards anyone in particular but if the shoe fits…🤫 what y’all think roomies?

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user: Unfuckablewith!!!

user: Y/N chocked her out so bad that she’s started doing spoken word 🤣🤣

user: wanting to fuck your ex’s best friend is crazy

user: leave her alone she’s just a girl

user: I’m actually scared for Y/N and Urban, Stacey sounds like a supervillain 😭

user: I know she got chocked out but I’m still on her side

user: spoken like a true Virgo !!!

BALLERALERT

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BallerAlert: Y/N Y/L opens about Co-Parenting with Drake, moving back to Kentucky, and THAT fight

On Co-Parenting with Drake: “No matter what’s going on between us, Ariel is our main priority. We have a nice little system. He’s a great father.” Y/N later mentions that despite them taking a break right now that her love for him runs deep. “I love that man and always will. I’m so lucky to still have him in my life.”

Moving to Kentucky: “I love Kentucky and always have. Urban, who is my best friend, convinced me to move in with him along with Ariel. I’m having the best time, truly don’t know where I’d be without him.” Y/N says everyone needs to mind their business when it comes to their opinion on their friendship. “I love Urban, we’re locked in for real. So everyone mind their business, I’m allowed to hug my friend. He’s family to me.

Fighting: “I can’t say much because you know the courts are dealing with it but I’m a lady, I don’t fight. But I refuse to let anyone jump me or speak ill on my family. I don’t like that shady shit, speak up or shut up.

When asked if she still has feelings for Jack Harlow:

“No Comment.”

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user: I miss her with Drake!

user: we gotta get her away from Jack

user: I still think she’s still fooling around with Urban

user: y/n said stay and get your ass beat or stay and get your ass best !!!

user: maybe she’s fucking urban and drake

user: I wish the Harlow family would leave her alone

user: how can she still love Jack…..

user: just insane someone save her

THESHADEROOM

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theshaderoom: OOP looks like this divorce is getting messy!!! According to TMZ, Jack and Stacey have been arguing for weeks about where their daughter, Willow is going to live once the divorce is finalized!

Jack claims that Willow has no family out in California, where Stacey is from. And states that Willow grew up in Kentucky and would hate to disrupt her life by moving her across the country.

Stacey James calls bullshi— saying that she has plenty of family members and friends out in California and that she’s been there ever since the divorce!

We hope this gets resolved soon! What y’all think roommates?

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user: I feel horrible for their daughter

user: I’m team Stacey !!!

user: Jack too busy worried about what Y/N is doing than taking care of his daughter!!!

user: at this point just call CPS

user: watch them get back together

user: Jack no one wants to live in kentucky!!

user: they only get along when it comes to harassing Y/N

user: sick of this couple tbh

JACKHARLOW

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jackharlow: Does praying work? Might have to run that one time

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user: God can’t come to the phone rn

user: yes but ain’t no point for you to even try cause you going to hell

neelamthadhani: God’s got you

user: sponsored by PHOCUS #ad

user: literally only feel bad for Willow

druski: I don’t even think god can help you right now brother

user: welp you know someone got themselves into some shit when they wanna start praying

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[therealtsk]

What Your Favorite Worm Ship Says About You

some people have found my crusty, old ass tumblr post on this very topic, so im making a new one with my updated opinions! Cause those are, in fact, allowed to change. Enjoy! Taylor x Lisa: you're into relationships that could be dysfunctional or healthy with one push in either direction. also something something sun lesbian moon lesbian. Taylor x Rachel: You love dogs, and you want a girlfriend who can kick your ass. You're also into bomber jackets. I respect you. Taylor x Alec: Sadly, you do exist, and you did make it weird. Go away! Taylor x Amy: You read altpowers on the daily and complain about canon worm being too grimdark. Solid odds on you having never read worm. To be clear, it's worse if you have. also something something FBI OPEN UP Taylor x Victoria: You like the vibes of Lisa and Taylor's dynamic, but you want them to be a little more heroic and a little less dysfunctional. But only a little. Taylor x Clockblocker: You're straight and liked that one joke that cropped up. I also haven't seen any of you in a hot minute, thank god. No offense but this ship is mad boring.

Taylor x Sophia: You've come to realize that Sophia is a great character who gets done extremely dirty by the rest of the fandom. Also, rivals to lovers. Taylor x Emma: This can go one of two ways. Either you adore childhood friends to lovers, or you love enemies to lovers. Either way, you're obsessed with hurt and/or comfort fics. Taylor x Theo: You actually read Worm and recognize that Theo is criminally underrated in the fandom. Now just stop shipping him with Taylor and you'll complete the next step on your journey to enlightenment.

Taylor x Simurgh: I can't say for sure you're a anime fan, but you're definitely at least a little bit of a monsterfucker. also something something inherent eroticism of being world-destroying power couple. Taylor x Greg. You read Worm SI's unironically and get really defensive when people say that Greg is an incel. Completely unrelated, you haven't spoken to a woman other then your mother in five years. Taylor x Cherie: I've been informed this is a ship. I've yet to be informed as of a reason why I should like it. Cherie likers stay mad!

Lisa x Rachel: I don't remember the last time I saw this ship that wasn't also tagged as a polycule with Taylor, so I'm going to go out on a limb and say you're an OT3 enjoyer.

Lisa x Victoria: You’re into the “enemies to lovers” trope, but more of the "Spiderman x Black Cat" type then the "you murdered my entire home town but i can't help but find you sexy" type. Also you have a thing for blondes

Lisa x Faultline: Your ideal relationship dynamic is bickering married couple. You're also into heist movies.

Lisa x Simurgh: You have a thing for smart girls... who hate you. Also, you really liked Part of the Whole.  Contessa x Alexandria: You're fucking based. Also something something inherent eroticism of girlbosses winning Contessa x Numberman: you're friends with Peri and enjoy memes about pants and math Numberman x Jack Slash: You think serial killers are hot and are starved for m/m ships. Danny x Eidolon: You're losersexual and are starved for m/m ships. Also you frequent r/wormemes Danny x Miss Militia: Honestly, i think you all died out. I couldn't be happier, this ship is fucking dumb. Amy x Literally Anyone Besides Taylor: listen, there's like a hundred different jokes i could make here, but all of them boil down to amy defenders always defending the rapist for some reason so let's just agree amy defenders are fucking cringe and move on Dragon x Defiant: You understand that this is unironically the only healthy relationship in worm with some of the best character growth and romance in the entire story, and a majority of all of it happens off screen. You're extremely bitter that so many fanfics do both of them so dirty they get beaten into different characters. Alec x Aisha: You like the idea of this ship, cause two pranksters making everyone miserable is the kinda vibe you enjoy, but constantly run into the issue that Alec is...well. Alec. That or you're into Alec's brand of shit, in which case, FBI OPEN UP Aisha x Missy: You read It's Cold Out There Every Day. I did too. Fuck, this fic is so good. I'm going to go cry about the ending again. Lily x Sabah: Yes, you know the age gap is a little problematic, you just want to be happy with your relatively healthy canon lesbians goddamn it Purity x Literally Anyone: You don't understand why people keep calling you racist. You're not! You're just weirdly defensive of the hot milf who murders people of color and seem to constantly bring up that Kaiser didn't actually believe the nazi propaganda he was peddling. You are racist btw Taylor x Brian: You...are Wildbow

[suzie-shooter]

Screaming Meals - Le Mans commentary highlights 10.06.23

 J: It's quarter to three, race is due to start at three o'clock. Obviously, you know, told Marcus to get here at two. C: Still not here.

J: I think the Cadillacs should have a good race. I mean it broke down in qualifying yesterday, it couldn't manage to do 45 minutes and now it's got to do 24 hours.

C: Roland Garros, women's finals, at the moment. J: Who's in that? C: Swiatek and [...] I don't know the other person. J: I went to school with someone called Swiatek. [...] But he was called Matthew so it's probably not him.

C: Why am I eating? Bit of a rough morning really. J: To say the least. Clem's parked up on struggle street.

C: Hoping for a moist affair.

C: Damn, my ramen's going to go everywhere. J: Ramen's going to be great ASMR as well, slopping and slurping everywhere like some kind of deranged ignoramus.

J: "What were Marcus' thoughts on James' last stream?" I think he quite liked it - I don't think he watched it 'cause he was racing so I don't know if he has too many thoughts on that stream. Nothing really happened, and yeah from his point of view he was a bit busy, so...

C: "Did Marcus like the Detroit track?" J: He loved it actually. C: D'you know what, you can ask him when he arrives, but, fucking, probably won't arrive. J: He's not officially late for another seven minutes.

C: So James is doing a 24 hour stream. J: I'm not.

C: Great mouthfeel. If I could paint a picture with words for ya,  it's ah, it's really good. J: I've said it before and I'll say it again, you have a real career waiting for you in food blogs.

C: I'm gonna take a couple of the old chillies out there. J: What an absolute - front cartilage. C: No, listen, I'm a backbone. Oh! Front cartilage, that's the opposite of a backbone. J: There you go, well done.

C: Loving the shorts too. J: Thank you. They were on sale. In 2014. C: Where'd you get those? J: I believe these are Billabong actually? C: Billabong? I didnt take you for a surfer. J: Yeah, I actually, I thought about learning surfing in September of 2017 and then quite quickly had the realisation that I was due to move to London in 2 months and it would be absolutely pointless.

J: [Marcus has] let us down, he's let himself down,  but more importantly - C: He's shaving his legs. J: He's let you guys down.

J: Let's see if Bourdais fucks it. C: That's not very nice James.

J: I'd love to see a replay of it, 'cause it was actually quite funny [...] oh it'd really tear your undies, on lap one of Le Mans, to put it in the wall like that.

C: Yeah, no, Dyson Airwrap, allows me to really straighten my hair in the mornings there and, er, allow me to have a bit more of a - bit more control.   J: Control's important. Just tell that to Jack Aitken.  

C: We've just got a slight issue really, getting new guests on. J: Yeah, no one seems to be keen. C: No one seems to be keen  these days. J: I'm not sure what's happened...

J: I left for Monaco, and I packed two hats and I returned with four. And I didn't even buy one.

C: Not only is it absolutely massive but it's also bent. (Alain Prost's nose)

C: Shall we give Marcus a call, see what he's up to? [...] Yes mate, you've got 750 people waiting for you to arrive, but you seem to be 40 minutes late [...] ah, fuck him. *hangs up*

C: Thing is, we promised Marcus and he's just not quite delivered. J: Yeah...I feel sorry for the woman who ends up with him.

C: A lot of people asking whether I should be sitting their Business A Levels - I actually participated - partake - ah - partook in the business exam a couple of years ago. J: Must have done well in your English one as well.

J: As an organisation, two thirds of us - well, three quarters with Rory - do care about you, the fans. Marcus is a scoundrel and a traitor. C: He's a sort of a Han Solo character. J: What, he gets it on with his sister? C: Yes James. J: I'm not accusing anyone of anything there. I regret I said that actually, but I've said it now.  Okay, so they're saying I was wrong there. C: You've fucked it up again.

J: I'm thinking that we're gonna need to reach out to the Serbian star and maybe start some kind of merch line: Novalak Djokovic.

J: So hot as well. Turned himself into a real DILF actually, Dan Carter. C: Absolute DILF. Dan Carter. Who's the biggest DILF for you? J: Ah what, just full stop, or in a certain area, or field? C: Full stop. J: It's probably got to be, um, Ryan Reynolds. C: Yeah, I was going to go with Ryan Reynolds. J: Yeah, he's a total DILF. C: Toto Wolff, in the comments. J: I feel like he'd be pretty boring in the sack. Patrick Dempsey, I mean you want to talk about hot old dudes and Le Mans, he's obviously got this team racing here.

J: Kimi Raikkonen there getting an honourable mention for, I'm assuming the DILF chat. C: Ah Kimi - pretty -  I mean -  probably not a - I wouldn't say he's a very vocal lover. J: Nah , he'd be a very silent lover. He'd be - I mean similar to Formula 1 media he'd communicate only in grunts and groans I believe. Very monotonous in his delivery of his love.

C: "Josef Newgarden qualifies as a DILF now." J: He does technically qualify as a DILF if - if he floats your boat, and you know, just speaking for myself there he's certainly floating mine.

J: I'm sure somebody knows what's going on here but it's not us. C: I've got no fucking idea.

(Screaming Meals technical gremlins make an appearance, giving us a brief glimpse of their kitchen)

J: Fixed! Fixed! How good! Just like the Formula 2 championship. C: I'm distancing myself so far away from that comment.

J: Where were we? I think we were talking about DILFs? C: Tom Hardy. DILF? J: Yeah, he's actually not my flavour of crisps to be honest, actually, Tom Hardy. He's quite short. I mean, you know, I'm not on the market, I'm just saying. C: You never cease to amaze me.

C: "Marcus being a male bimbo again." J: That would imply that at some stage he's actually stoppped being - 'cause you've said again - that implies that he's stopped being a male bimbo, whereas he's not.

J: "Marcus is Ken coded" - do you know what that means? C: Nope.

J: Clem's shades not quite dark enough to hide the fact that his eyes are now closed.

*Clem keels over sideways* J: Seem to have momentarily lost Clement Novalak, but I'm sure he will return.

J: 4.09 arrival predicted from Marcus Armstrong. C: Which is currently another 15 minutes. J: That's actually bang on 69 minutes late from Marcus Armstrong, you'd expect nothing less to be perfectly frank.

C: "Take a shot each time Clem yawns" - you're gonna be dead.

C: You're looking pretty moist.

C: Max Fewtrell. Doing the cooking. Probably doing a stream on cooking. J: Caged in his gimp suit on a leash.

J: I've been getting vastly mixed reviews on my long locks. C: It sort of looks a bit pubey at the back. J: Ally hates it. Ally fucking hates it. Which is why I'm keeping it.

C: First time he's actually text me since - hold on hold on - 17th May. J: There's a text string of Clem - I hope you don't mind me exposing this - there's three texts in a row from Clem to Fewtrell going - "Brother, I have an idea, a good one too" and he's just blanked him, he's not replied. Wise man. When Clement Novalak texts you to say he's got a good idea, don't fuckin' respond.

J: It really gets deep inside my goat. C: You do have a nice goat.

J [talking about buzzcuts]: Do you think it has like the same effect as like your downstairs, where it makes it look much bigger? C: I wouldn't want to have a massive head. J: Yeah exactly, that's what I'm thinking. C: 'Cause then it would make my massive honker look even larger. J: Yeah, no you don't want that. I can't afford my honker to look much bigger. I'm talking about my nose.

J: You do a good impression of a whipcrack actually. C: I just spat all over myself. J: Tune into Screaming Meals and watch two guys spit all over each other.

C: If I get a Pret [coffee] I'm gonna throw my phone out the window. J: Actually no you shouldn't do that it might kill someone. We're 28 floors up.

J: Actually I'm going to put the shot glasses in the freezer. Do you think I should put one in for his - his friend as well - do you think she's with him?

J: Yes it is a massive bottle of Corona, your eyes aren't deceiving you, Clem's not actually that small.

J: Is that our doorbell? I've never heard that before.

J: I had dinner with Marcus and a friend of his yesterday - can't remember her name - and he was still trying to insist that he's 6 ft tall.

J: "James show us the snazzy shorts you're wearing"

M: How are ya? C: You're three minutes late so that's  three shots. J: No, no, no you're an hour and thirteen minutes late.

M: How are you feeling? C: Pretty rooted. Where are we going tonight?

M: I'm not having any shots. I'm not drinking today. I've got to do some stuff later.

C: You disappoint me. M: I know. C: Every day. M: Yeah, I know.

J: My back is absolutely destroyed from carrying this shit. C: Yeah James, you do carry.

C: Marcus? M: Yo. J: Where do you stand on DILFs?

J: Up in the hypercar field it's been real bumper to bumper. C: C&B, bumper to bumper. J: Is C&B meaning what I think it means?

J: I hate to be fussy but could you two bastards move over a bit? C: I need to lie back and have a wee sleep.

M: Did you tell them we did a pod yesterday? J: No. M: Were we keeping that a secret? J: Yeah, we were.

M: Is this slaving away? I can't think of anything better than sitting back, watching the race, feet up on the table. C: No, get your grippers out! M: Oh the grippers are out by the way everyone. C: Disgusting, piece of filth. J: [...] five minutes, and it's underwear off, shoes off, grease in the hair.

J: "Marcus is raw-dogging his shoes" - yes!

M: By the way I have actually - I've started washing my hair everyone. You'll find out in the pod. C: And wearing deoderant. M: And wearing deoderant as well. C: And do you know what, you look better and I'm starting to think that - M: I am better. J: You might even just taste better. C: Pfffff what the fuck?? J: I was just going with the senses there. You said look, the obvious next choice was taste.

M: When we went to Long Beach weren't we meant to do an intro video? J: We wanted to do something like that, but we did run out of time because we were being cancelled and you had an indycar race to do.

M: Do you still have this as your background? J: HoyteyJ and Minougey? Hoytey. C: You've taken Hoytey off yours M: I've had to change mine. C: Yeah, I know why. J: What is it now? M: It's a dog. J: Well that's a bit rude. C: That's a bit rude. *James screams* M: It's literally like - no - it's a labrador, it's literally a little baby labrador, no! C: Oh shit yeah [chat's] just gone off. M: Come on!

C: I don't have a CV. I arrive, I say - Clement Novalak, enchante.

J: What? M: Heart rate J: Is 34? M: Yes. J: Are you alive? M: When I'm sleeping it dips down. J: When you're asleep your heart rate is 34? M: Yes. My Oura ring stops counting when it goes under 33. J: Does it assume you're dead?

C: It was the first night I had redbull vodka in about six months [...] I was doing a long distance run mate, in my bed. J: Don't need to know any more details than that.

C: Can you fucking - leave your grippers away from my grippers? J: Yeah, that's quite aggressive. C: With that fucking massive toenail. M: I just wanna play footsie [...] yeah, we're playing footsies everybody.

J: Imagine having the audacity to leave people waiting an hour and a quarter, and then just being on your phone.

M: Clem are you okay mate? Good.

J: Fuckin' hell, you selling tickets there mate? M: Gun show there. J: Watch Marcus now get competitive and not be able to resist getting his guns out.

J: What's going to run out first, our countdown to 22 hours, or the iPad battery? That might be the most interesting battle we've got going on here.

J: Thanks so much for sticking with us for the last couple of hours [...] we don't know anything that's going on in the race and we've made almost no effort to find out.

[sexhaver]

i wanna prod at ur catholic confession post actually. like yes, murder and child rape is obviously bad and there is an inherent problem with how the catholic church shields abusers. but i think removing some of the restrictions of what a priest can or cannot say about a confession could cause some problems. like, for example, how a lot of priests considerer LGBT people to be child abusers/predatory! hypothetically if the cath church made it so preists could openly condemn confessions guilty of child abuse, and if the church considers identifying as LGBT as child abuse, then that could cause problems if someone confessed to IDing as gay/trans. or alternatively, what if someone confesses to killing a rapist/sexual abuser. a priest could use that confession to testify against them and get them imprisoned. is it ok to imprison people for murdering their abusers? idk, but i dont like the idea of the catholic church having that power having a blanket statement that priests cant mention ANY confessions makes it *slightly* more immune to corruption IMO. obviously i dont think this solution is perfect, but my alternative would be to dissolve the catholic church entirely, and i dont think thats happening anytime soon.

well as you point out there isn't really a good solution to this, and that is because the idea of confession is inherently dumb as fuck. everything the catholic church considers a sin falls into one of three categories:

failing to be pious enough (forgetting to pray, missing church, taking the Lord's name in vain). keeping these secret is fine because they aren't, like, actual crimes, and in small + devout enough communities there are definitely priests who would gossip about to their neighbors if not for the confessional seal.

really cool and good activities that are only an issue if you were raised to believe that they would send you to eternal neverending torture after death (jacking off, being gay, having premarital sex, getting/considering an abortion). these should obviously be kept secret because they're embarrassing and potentially dangerous. however, this is kind of a moot point, because any decent person (priest or otherwise) would understand this without needing a confessional seal making it official. so these need the seal to stop the average priest from tattling to a kid's parents when they confide in them.

actual literal crimes with prison sentences and everything (rape, murder, manslaughter, assault). you should not be telling anyone about these if you can help it. what the fuck guys. this isn't even an ethics thing, this is a "don't be fucking stupid" thing. if you murdered your abuser and got away with it, good for you! now shut the fuck up about it because murder is still illegal. is the guilt eating you alive so badly that you need absolution from God about it (cringe)? do what Protestants figured out centuries ago and cut the middleman out of the equation by talking to the J.C. directly via personal prayer! yes i am aware this is heretical. if you care about heresy more than getting caught you are stupid.

so looking at the three points above, the best argument in favor of confessional seal that i can formulate is "sure, it allows murderers and abusers to literally have their actions condoned by God with the explicit guarantee of never being held legally accountable or even changing their behavior (just say a few Hail Maries), but think about the consequences of removing it! priests would be even MORE bigoted than they already are! some of them might even GOSSIP!" like hm, okay, i hear you, you make some excellent points, i think we should nuke the Vatican

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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 2. Willie Jack

A/N: okay y’all lured me in to write anotha one about our girl! Can’t believe the show is over, idk why I expected at least 4-6 seasons smh. Show will be missed and I’m open to seeing where the cast further take their careers fr. I’m not speaking on that supposed relationship between two certain characters because it wasn’t really executed to me while watching? We all know if there was going to be a relationship between the teens who it really should have focused on. So whatever they hinted at this time doesn’t actually exist and it’s not canon to me! Anyways, would definitely recommend a rewatch for myself lol.

WARNINGS: language + awkwardness when it comes to crushes?

PROMPTS are from here + I’m using: blackberry picking, “do you want some hot chocolate?” and “I don’t like scary movies.” “I’ll keep you safe.”

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Willie Jack is still in disbelief that she’s back.

Well…not really back she thought. Mika was simply visiting temporarily from Nebraska—of all fucken places!!! which she moved to with her house full of family a few years back. She didn’t get the chance to visit much (at least Elora did being a whole college student and shit) but it seemed like she kept up with mostly everybody else, except for Willie Jack who was still being closed off with Mika’s departure.

“What’s up with you? Why aren’t you over there chopping it up with Mika? You know she’s outta here on Sunday right?” Bear says from beside Willie Jack, who quickly turns her attention back to her friend on the field.

Willie Jack shrugs, “don’t be in my business bro.”

“Yeah Cheese is right, you’re vibe is giving preternaturalness.”

Immediately Willie Jack jerks her head back with a frown, “fuck did you just call me?”

“I don’t know but i know it fits.” Bear grins at Willie Jack, slapping his hands down on her shoulders before leaving her at the plants to join the rest.

Yes it was unusual for Willie Jack to ever distance herself from her friends. She was a social butterfly amongst her friends majority of the time but having Mika back after all this time made her feel off and that’s something she hardly allows herself to feel.

“Sup,” another familiar voice catches Willie Jack off guard from behind the shrubs, her fists going up ready to defend herself but she realizes it’s just Elora staring at her strangely.

Elora lifts her chin, “what’s up with you?”

“I really wish everyone would stop saying that shit to me. I’m cool, having a grand time with my buddy, bart the blackberry tree.” Willie Jack is waving her hands at the dark fruit.

Elora stares hard at her friend before flicking her eyes off to the group where Mika has her head thrown back in laughter at something Jackie says.

Which also doesn’t sit right with Willie Jack.

“Jackie ain’t funny, so fuck is she laughing at?” Willie Jack mutters making Elora slowly nod her head and cross her arms as she gets closer to the girl.

Elora states, “Mika’s still that giggly person we’ve always known and love. That hasn’t changed.”

“Yo, You’re supposed to be on my side here.”

“Why does there need to be sides when it comes to Mika, she’s our homie no?”

Willie Jack rolls her eyes and says nothing more at that. She did consider Mika a friend once upon a time and it’s not like she didn’t consider her as such but things did change the night that she left. And Willie Jack never told anyone about it and still wasn’t sure how she felt.

“I guess but like…it’s different now.”

“But why?” Elora pressed, “to me it seems like you’re the one making it an issue when it didn’t seem like she had a problem since she hugged you when we met up earlier.”

Willie Jack messes with her beaded earrings now, briefly thinking about that encounter hours ago. Mika was all deep dimple smiles and although Willie Jack was the last person she hugged, Mika still acknowledged her like they haven’t stopped talking.

“If I tell you, you got to promise me you won’t make it a big deal.”

Elora nods, “okay…go on.”

Willie jack looks around to make sure everyone is still out of ear shot, she scratches at the back of her neck in nervousness. She’s been holding onto this for so long now and she knows there’ll be some relief telling somebody about what went down.

“Alright so I’m just gonna come right out with it,” Willie Jack exhales, “the night Mika left to shitty Nebraska…she came over to the crib and we were out in my backyard having a bit of a heart to heart you know? And she kissed me, bro.”

“What?!” Elora yells gaining the attention of everyone and Willie Jack goes to slam her hands on top of her cap covered hair in embarrassment.

Willie Jack glares at Elora who covers her mouth trying to hide her laughs, leaving Willie Jack to turn to Jackie, Bear, cheese, and of course Mika. She gives them a commercialized thumbs up before turning back to Elora, yanking on her shoulders to shove her further away between the shrubs.

“Fuck did I just say,” Willie Jack hisses at Elora who’s grinning at the younger girl now after stumbling a bit, “you’re the one making it worse now.”

Elora rolls her eyes, “please, they have no clue what we’re even talking about.”

“Maybe not or maybe! with you sounding like a fucken surround sound.”

Elora chuckles, “my bad, bro. But this explains so much!”

“Does it?”

“Yeah! she’s been asking me about you whenever we catch up with me at school and her all the way in Nebraska.” Elora informs Willie Jack who lifts her brows at bit at the news until Elora then sighs, “I was the only one that figured out that something went on without her really saying anything about it.”

“Wait…Mika’s asked about me?” Willie Jack is rocking on her toes now and Elora sends her a knowing smile.

“Uh yeah bro, it’s not like she ever forgot about you. You’re the one who stopped sending letters and picking up the phone.”

Willie Jack lifts her chin inquiring, “How you know that?”

“Mika told me, shit ass!” Elora lightly shoves Willie Jack’s shoulders.

“So…I’ve been a shit ass all this time when Mika’s been worried about me?”

Willie Jack’s never been the type of friend to just leave you hanging. If there was a issue, she would be quick to tell you to, “not be like that!” Wanting to figure it out, even if it was only keeping each other company until you were ready to speak on it. However with Mika, things change and she wasn’t sure if it was for the better.

“Well…I wouldn’t say worried but she cares and I don’t think she ever stopped being your friend, you’re the one who stopped.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Willie Jack feels the weight of that statement and she didn’t enjoy the sinking feeling in her tummy right now.

“Then fix it.” Elora orders, “Stop hovering in the corner by yourself like a fucken weirdo and just talk to her! So maybe you guys can be something if that’s what y’all want.”

Willie Jack scowls, “who said all that? I still don’t even know how I feel about it all. It happened forever ago anyways. Maybe she forgot? Plus she could be seeing somebody and we live hours away now so I doubt that will ever work.”

“Stop doubting yourself and you won’t know unless you try.”

Plus they could always look at Elora as a prime example. Although she wasn’t that far away from Okern, Elora still put in the effort to still be around now that their lives were slowly but surely changing.

“…Mvto, Elora.”

“Don’t mention it,” Elora pushes Willie Jack’s shoulder, “can’t believe you’re growing up on me, making out and shit.”

“Ah, yeah, shut up.”

“Let’s go!”

“Alright man, don’t rush me! Let me get my thoughts together first.”

“If you think too much, you’re gonna fuck it up…more than you already have.”

“Wow, it’s like that?

“Yeah, kinda.” Elora snickers.

Elora ends up leaving Willie Jack for a few moments to gather herself, gradually directing the rest away from Mika as she sees Willie Jack making her way over.

She’s swinging her hands behind her back awkwardly as the crisp air blows. Mika’s dressed in a jet black off the shoulder baggy sweater paired with a patterned pleated skirt, ripped up stockings, and gummy bear earrings.

She’s gorgeous and it’s not fair.

“How much blackberries you think you got?” Willie Jack starts from behind Mika, who’s on her tippy toes.

She sets back down, tossing some into a picnic basket she brought along, which Bear and Jackie teased her about but she shrugged it off with a smile and middle finger.

“You know…I was trash at probability in school right?” Mika’s sunset eyes glance at Willie Jack over her shoulder, “I never guessed right or got the prizes and it definitely pissed me off to no end.”

Willie Jack leans forward, peeking at her basket but Mika playfully steps in front of it, “I’m not sharing.”

“What?” Willie Jack blows a raspberry, “I’m sure I got more than you back in my own stash. These hands are the quickest ones here.”

Mika stares off at the spot Willie Jack was once at and dips her head, almost pointing, “are you faster than a Prairie dog?”

Willie Jack whips around, locating the chunky animal running off with her sack of blackberries. “Hey you oversized chicken nugget, that shit ain’t yours!”

The animal stops in the middle on its run, dropping the bag to bare its teeth at Willie Jack who jumps back with her hands raised in the air, leaving the dog to pick the sack up with its teeth and carry on its way.

“Even the fucken animals tryin’ to tear a hard working woman down, that ain’t right! Imma tell the ancestors about your bullshit too!” Willie Jack yells as the prairie dog continues fleeing.

Mika’s laughing before softly placing her hands on Willie Jack’s shoulders, “I think that was his way of telling me to share, although you’re the one who ghosted me.”

“Don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.” Willie Jack is poking her lips out.

Mika gives the long haired girl a look before turning to put her basket on her wrist, leading the way through the rows of blackberry shrubs.

Letting out a long sigh Mika replies, “the dogs never told me you ended up with amnesia.”

“I don’t think I have that,” Willie Jack said walking beside her, “…I just don’t want to make it awkward for you.”

Mika glances at the braided girl, “For me or for you? I don’t have any regrets if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“…are we talking about the same thing? The thing that happened a couple years ago in my backyard?”

“Oh you mean: me kissing you and you kissing me back?”

“Is that how it went?” Willie Jack’s eyes were in slits now.

Mika laughs, “hell yeah, shit ass and I didn’t forget! I couldn’t, which is why I wrote to you.”

“But you never brought it up?”

“I couldn’t get the best read on you when it happened. I knew you were caught off guard but…did you like it?”

Willie Jack stares at the floor, twisting her lips around in thought. How it felt to have Mika’s always covered bracelet arms locked softly around her shoulders, and her natural scent of patchouli, apples, and brown sugar was already intoxicating before she even put her lips on Willie Jack’s. Of course she was caught off guard with Mika taking the lead, Mika’s focus only on Willie Jack’s lips as she stopped thinking about it and just did it. There was only one chance and she waited a long time to take it so why not go forth with the risk?

“I mean…I didn’t not like it.” Willie Jack peeks at Mika who nods with a small smile, “it’s just shitty that you pulled that that same night you were leaving though. Didn’t really have a chance to talk about it or process it really.”

Mika understands that, “sorry about that, the not talking about it but not the actual kissing part. guess I kinda had to process myself…since I been wanted to kiss you but I did panic when you didn’t say much after.”

“It was something…but a good something.” Willie jack bumps her shoulder with the girl who smirks at her.

Soon they’re walking in silence, fingertips brushing against each others as the make their way back to Elora’s car where everyone else is standing near it talking themselves.

“Hey guys!” Cheese waves, “we’re gonna have enough berries to last us to new years!”

Willie Jack announces, “I got the most though!”

“Where?” Jackie asks.

Willie Jack kisses her teeth, “fucken prairie—it doesn’t matter, I just do and you’ll have to take my word for it.”

“I’d rather not.”

Willie jack rolls her eyes.

Elora laughs as she gazes at Mika and Willie Jack, “you two ready to go? It’s getting dark and we got a hour drive back home.”

Her eyes meet Willie Jack’s silently hinting that she hoped they got somewhere with their talk but Wille Jack just shrugs her shoulders.

“I’ll help if you get tired, Elora.” Mika speaks up.

Willie Jack raises her brows, “you got a license?”

Mika was a year older than Willie Jack.

“Yup not long before my family and I traveled back here. Think that’s why my ma really wanted me to do it in the first place since they took my granny’s license away. She’s losing her sight and thinks my hair is on fire instead of pink.”

“Orange would look sick on you though,” Jackie comments, making Willie Jack flick her eyes over to the once bleached girl.

Willie jack adds, “you want Meeks to look like fucken child’s play? She’s wearing the pink well, better than I’ve ever seen. True queen shit, which you wouldn’t know a thing about.”

Jackie sends a look to Elora and Bear, unsure what was going on here.

Mika bumps her hip with Willie Jack’s, “we’re cool again, I think.”

“Must be with how hard Willie Jack just went for you,” Bear grins before glancing at the girl on his right, “got Jackie here speechless.”

“Fuck off,” Jackie shoves Bear while looking at the hat wearing girl, “…glad whatever you two went through is over but…do we got a problem Willie?”

Willie Jack is nonchalant, “we don’t got no beef…just chill out.”

Which definitely sounded like a warning in Jackie’s eyes.

“It was a compliment or suggestion. Don’t see Mika getting tight about it.”

“Okay! Let’s get going.” Elora steers the conversation away, “Jackie, ride up front with me.”

“Sure,” Jackie eyes Willie Jack who huffs at her, circling around to the passenger side.

Cheese gets in the middle of the backseat while Bear runs around to the other side of the car to sit behind Jackie. Willie jack is awkwardly looking at the space in the car.

“I’ll hold your basket for you, Mika.” Cheese offers, while she thanks the young boy.

Bear sees The dilemma and also offers, “You can squeeze in Mika or sit on my lap if you want?”

“Oh god,” Elora mutters, pressing her forehead against the steering wheel, making Jackie frown at her.

Willie jack shakes her head, quickly moving to sit right beside cheese, strapping herself into the car before holding out her hand, “C’mon on then, you heard Elora. We got a long way to go.”

“Ohhh are you—

Willie Jack dips her head silently making Mika smile to herself, while the rest await the scene that plays out in front of them. Mika doesn’t further question it, entering the car and sitting right on Willie Jack’s lap before closing the door behind her.

“Aw but Mika doesn’t have a seat belt.”

Willie jack carefully slips her hands around Mika’s waist, “I got her.”

“That works for now!” Cheese beams, not reading into it too much like the rest in the car are.

Bear is smirking now after it dawns on him what is happening as Mika leans back into Willie Jack’s embrace so Elora can better see out the back window but also because it was a nice place to be.

“Is this okay?” Willie Jack whispers to Mika who’s made herself comfortable, head resting back in the space between Willie Jack’s neck and shoulder.

Mika says, “yup! Long as you got me.”

“I do.” Willie Jack meets Mika’s eyes, squeezing her a bit tighter.

“Good, then we have nothing to worry about. Let’s enjoy the ride.”

“Word.” Willie jack concludes, almost snapping her eyes shut at how annoying she probably sounded but Mika just presses her forehead into the side of Willie Jack’s head.

Elora drops Willie Jack off first with Mika having to exit the car. She asks Mika if she’ll walk her to her door and she agrees with a yawn along with a stretch of her arms up into the autumn air.

“So…” Willie Jack is back to swinging her hands in front of her as she stands face to face with Mika on her stoop.

Mika laughs, “yes Mena?”

“Do you want some hot chocolate?”

“I’d love some!” She bounces on her toes, “I’ll just tell the guys that I’m staying here.”

“Yeah, okay. Nice!”

Willie Jack silently curses to herself again while she just knows her friends are in the car talking shit. She watches Mika lean against the door of the window, talking to their friends in the car, waving at them before she steps back. Skirt spinning with her as she walks back to Willie Jack and fuck she’s so pretty!

Which almost distracts her from Bear smashing his lips on the car window as Elora pulls off from the curb with a honk of her horn.

“After you my lady,” Willie Jack holds her hands out after pushing the front door open.

Mika curtesy’s before entering the home, peeking around as she steps into the first space, which happens to be the living room. “Everything still looks the same.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh.” Mika plops down on the couch while Willie Jack enters the kitchen, turning the stove on before opening the fridge to get the leftover homemade hot chocolate she made at midnight.

It’s quiet but it’s not awkward as Mika makes herself comfortable, folding her legs underneath her on the couch. It’s not long before Willie Jack enters the living room with steaming mugs.

“Thanks,” Mika takes the mug with a smile while Willie Jack places her’s on the coffee table.

She takes off her hat, tossing it on the arm of the couch before digging her fingers into her braid to let her hair run free. Mika watches Willie Jack as she sips on the just right hot beverage, admiring just how beautiful her “friend” is.

“Your hair’s gotten longer,” Mika observes, “it’s still stunning.”

Willie jack fans her hand about, “thanks girl, I grew it myself.”

“Hell yeah! Love it just the way it is.”

And the way Mika is looking at Willie Jack makes her heart thud in her chest. The damn girl’s only been here for a day and she’s already got her feeling a way.

“We should watch a scary movie!” Willie jack jumps to her feet, heading over to the collection of dvd’s.

Mika rests one hand in the crease of her other arm, “I don’t like scary movies.”

Willie jack looks back at Mika from her squatting position, picking up on her unease. She was aware that Willie Jack’s parents weren’t home as the house was too hushed and she didn’t see her dad’s truck in the driveway. Night time has definitely fallen and they were alone, dancing around what they could be and now this girl was trying to put on a horror movie?!

“Really?” Willie jack asks, “any particular reason or…?”

“I don’t think it’s never really been my thing,” Mika murmurs while she looks at the front door, “every time you or bear would suggest sneaking into the outdoor movie night by lake crow I wanted to stick my head in the dirt and never come out.”

“Shit…guess I gotta pay more attention.”

“Nah, who wants to be the odd one out when everyone else was down? I just dealt with it…plus you two were always so excited although I lost sleep for a few nights because of all those movies but…you get over it you know?”

“If we do this…you think you’re gonna have any nightmares?”

“Hard to say honestly.”

“Then…I’ll keep you safe.” Willie Jack strongly said, “but that’s only if you want to. I’ll even pick the least scary one out of the batch.”

Mika sips at the hot chocolate, thinking about it, “I’m gonna hold you to it.”

Willie Jack makes a offering motion with a imaginary hot chip before taking the time to go through the collection. She finds one that she thinks will be alright before shoving it into the dvd player. Once she’s seated back next to Mika, she tosses one arm along the top of the couch allowing Mika to fill in that space.

She does, shuffling closer as a long suspenseful intro starts after Willie jack fumbled with the remote. Willie jack tries her hardest to keep her eyes on the screen but it’s the heat radiating off from Mika that makes it hard.

“Hey…you’re not drinking your chocolate?” Mika points out, pulling her head back to look at Willie Jack who fails to hide her staring.

She scratches at her ear, “oh right, it’s still piping hot. Imma let it rest for a bit you know?”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those iced hot chocolate people?”

Willie jack scrunches up her lips, “I’m not. Don’t even think I ever tried that before.”

“Hmm.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Your face did though.”

“What’s wrong with my face?” Mika leans back to give Willie Jack the side eye.

Now they’re looking at each other and Willie Jack is silently counting the beauty marks that’s on Mika’s diamond shaped face while Mika’s peering at Willie’s side profile.

“Nothing,” Willie Jack fully turns now gripping Mika’s chin and she almost forgets to breathe correctly, “nothing at all,” before she leans forward to press her lips right against Mika’s.

Willie Jack hears her squeal a bit but Mika knows she has to hold on tighter to the mug now while Willie Jack holds her in place. Mika tastes just like chocolate and cherries while her lips feel like fresh petals. Look at that, Willie Jack could be poetic or corny when it comes to romance too! Mika’s unfortunately not Willie Jack’s first kiss but this kiss definitely makes her forget all about what’s their face. The only thing that’s on her mind is how her heart basically skips a beat with her lips right on Mika’s.

And a kiss like this has never made Mika’s toes curl before.

When she pulls back, Mika is curling Willie Jack’s hair back behind her ear. She bits down on her lips to hide her dimpled smile (which doesn’t work in her favor really, Willie Jack was so tempted to poke them) as Willie Jack slowly opens her eyes to meet Mika’s sunset.

Willie Jack remembers to breathe, “What?”

“You kissed me, you really like me.” Mika sings into Willie Jack’s face, while the girl claps her hands against her face hoping her skin isn’t warming up but knows it probably is.

Mika reaches for Willie Jack’s wrist while laying her head back on the couch, “don’t be shy now, that was glorious!”

“Glorious? Oh my god.”

“That a great thing! Marvelous! Splendid even!”

“You sound like one of those teachers who thinks the sun shines out of their ass, bro.”

Mika pauses,“I don’t think you can call me bro anymore.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause we kissed, twice?” Mika holds up the deuces, laughing as Willie Jack shakes her head, trying to wrap her head around the fact that she initiated this kiss.

Willie Jack nods her head at her own thinking, “You’ll always be my bro…just a different type. More meaningful, a higher level.”

“Oooh so I get perks?”

“Yeah…as soon as we figure out what to do about us?”

Mika goes quiet then, knowing their time was limited. She was only here for a week, mainly to visit and go to the state fair but that thought made her depressed since she was also building a life after graduating high school…all the way in Nebraska…and that’s not something she wanted to dwell on right now.

She peers at Willie Jack from underneath her lengthy eyelashes, “We could always just make out some more until we do?”

Willie jack scoffs, “I see, you only want me for my lips.”

“And your heart,” Mika leans into Willie Jack who licks her lips, feeling those butterflies in her stomach.

Willie jack throws her head back, “the rizz is killing me!”

“You love it.”

“I think I do.” Willie Jack nods.

“Yeaaah! So kiss me.”

“I’ll do more of that after we finish the movie, I know you’ll need it.”

“So you’re the one plotting on me then.”

“Noooo.” Wille jack fails to hide her smile although this wasn’t originally her plan…it doesn’t sound half bad now.

Mika pokes the long haired girl, “Now I don’t believe you!”

“Well I hope you have it in your heart not to hold nothing else against me. I made you hot chocolate, I gave you my love—

Mika laughs a bit, “that you did, that you did.”

They briefly place their foreheads against each other until Mika moves to rest her head on Willie Jack’s shoulder. It’s not long that they turn their attention back to the screen, both confused on this grainy yet clearly dated horror film.

“I think we need edibles to enjoy this.”

That would make the most logical sense and why Willie Jack’s dad even owned this film: House (1977).

“Damn,” Willie Jack snaps her finger, “and it would be even better if we at least had the blackberries. All that work we put in, we should at least be able to enjoy them.”

Mika gasps, “I can’t believe I left them in elora’s car.”

“That blows��hopefully cheese holds them down for you or else we’ll have to kick somebody’s ass. And by somebody, I mean bear and probably Jackie’s Wednesday Addams lookin’ ass.”

Mika snorts, missing this friend dynamic, “Meeks and Mena, doing what we do best.”

“Fuck yeah, thriving and Survivin’.”

“Real shit,” Mika grins as Willie Jack slips her hand to intertwine with Mika’s.

And she enjoys how Mika’s hand fits just right in her own, although a little shaky, which reminded Wille Jack of Mika’s old fear of bodies of water when they were much younger, Willie Jack gives Mika’s a quick squeeze to ease any form of anxiety her body maybe experiencing.

Whether it be the wonders of the world or the wonders of their relationship.

They didn’t have to always search for the answers, at least not right away. So for the present they could settle into the excitement of what’s happening in the now…

To just live with the guidance of one another.

With Meeks and Mena holding on no longer tiptoeing…then perhaps that could be more than enough.

🕸️𖤐༘⋆/ᐠ - ˕ -マ༘⋆𖤐🕸️ 🕸️𖤐༘⋆/ᐠ - ˕ -マ༘⋆𖤐🕸️ 🕸️𖤐༘⋆/

Continue with my October anthology prompts here.

[autobots-in-training]

Question for Hot Rod: Since your Carrier is Optimus, do you know who your Sire is?

Question for First Aid: Have you ever learned how to perform human CPR in case one of your human friends ever need it or is it just reserved for people like Jack's mother, Nurse June?

Bumblebee- First! I'm gonna kill the twins because Hot Rod and Illusion were with Hound and Mirage all day!! Second! We don't know who our sire is and I'd rather not bring the topic up with Roddy because he asks too many questions! Our sire is dead! He died! Stop talking about him, ok? I miss him and would rather not talk about it!

First Aid- Thought you didn't know who it was.

Bumblebee- Fuck! Where did you come from?

First Aid- I was laying in the dark. Arcee's an asshole and we're not friends anymore.

Bumblebee- Ok, you're exagerating. You'll be getting along again in like, a week, tops.

First Aid- Whatever. Also, repeating my last question: Didn't you say that you weren't sure who your sire was?

Bumblebee- I... uh-

First Aid- That also made me realize. You should have been old enough to remember your sire, because you were, what, 9 when the war started? And you said that your sire died just before or at the start of the war.

Bumblebee- It was a long time ago, so I don't remember much about him! Just drop it, ok?

First Aid- Ugh, you're just like Arcee.

Bumblebee- Uhm... wanna answer the question thats for you?

First Aid- ... yeah sure. What is it?

Bumblebee- Do you know how to give CPR to humans.

First Aid- Are you kidding? CPR is used during tense situations, chest compressions are out of the question and so is mouth to mouth. Maybe a cassette would be able to do it, but me? Even I'm too big to perform it on a human. If i needed to, i could instruct a human to perform it on someone that needed it, or a cassette. But doing it myself? Absolutely not!

Bumblebee- Oh i wasnt expecting an actual answer.

First Aid- I want to be a medic, Bumblebee!

Bumblebee- Yeah, but you always complain about not starting your training yet.

First Aid- Carrier lets me watch him and the human nurses and doctors work. I take notes. Ratchet teaches them cybertronian anatomy and ways to treat wounds, the humans teach him the human side of things. It's not official training, I'm not allowed to touch any medical equipment, or treat anyone in the medbay. I know basic first aid. Guess its why my creators named me that.

Bumblebee- I mean, most medics have medicine related names. Not all, but most.

First Aid- Can you turn off the lights when you leave? If you take my camera, take care of it.

Bumblebee- Uh. Ok?...

*end transmission*

[we-are-inevitable]

i rly fuckin love that restaurant au… pls speak on the javey of it all !! @jack-kellys

ohhh the javey of it all …. no but this javey slays.

at first, they like each other! they get along well, and davey doesn’t have any problems with jack. jack is efficient and cares about the quality of the food he’s putting out, which in turn makes david’s tips that much better, so their professional relationship is good. they don’t really know each other that well, but they respect each other. they both see each other busting ass to make sure the restaurant runs smoothly, and everything is good in the world.

but then david comes into work pissed off, and he snaps at jack for one of his appetizers taking too long and a table complaining about it, and all hell breaks loose. for the entirety of that shift, their snapping at each other, making snide remarks, and davey always mutters insults as he leaves the kitchen, because who the fuck does jack think he is? gordon fucking ramsay? appetizers don’t take that fucking long and jack should just get his head out of his ass and god, when davey is pissed, davey is pissed.

the animosity between them continues for three days. they’re both too prideful to admit that they were wrong, or apologize, and it all comes to a head when david is taking the trash out after a closing shift and jack just so happens to be outside chatting with some of the line cooks. when david is walking back to the restaurant from the dumpsters, jack sees him, and they make eye contact, and david could easily ignore him, but where’s the fun in that?

“You know, we have an entire restaurant to clean. Maybe you should stop the chitchat and get back in there with the rest of us and actually do something.”

“Oh, so cooking over two hundred meals today- that’s not doin’ somethin’? Cleaning an entire fucking kitchen ain’t doin’ somethin’? Kitchen closed thirty minutes ago, Jacobs. We’ve already done all of our shit. Maybe if you would do your fucking closing tasks early, you wouldn’t—“

“I just got my ass handed to me by a table for sweeping while they were in the dining room, asshat! I can’t fucking clean the bathrooms and keep track of three four tops! Not this late! You want me to start closing the restaurant early? Fucking fine. I’d like to see you buss a goddamn table.”

“What the fuck is your problem, huh? You’ve been nothin’ but a dick the past few days—“

“Oh, so I’m not allowed to be pissed off? Is that what you’re saying? You think you’re so goddamn important that you’re the only one allowed to have a problem with anyone else?! Listen, asshole, you’re not as perfect as you think you are. You think I need to put my ego in check?! That’s rich coming from— Mmph!“

long story short, the entire time they’ve been arguing like this, they’ve been moving closer and closer until they’re essentially chest to chest, and one minute they’re bickering and the next they’re making out with david pressed against the brick wall and jack holding him there.

that’s kind of their normal for a bit. they argue, they fight, they make out behind the restaurant when david takes the trash out and this ends up being the gateway into their relationship. it doesn’t last forever, maybe just a month or so before, surprise! they’re having deep talks in jack’s bed and falling head over ass in love with each other because, wooow, there’s actually a nice person buried under all of the dickish remarks and bitchy comments

from then on, there’s a shift in the arguments that they have in the kitchen. they’re more snarky than mean, and they flash a lot more smiles at each other; it’s clear to the two of them that they’re just messing around now, because that shift also made them communicate normally when something goes wrong. they don’t yell and scream at each other anymore, which kind of tips charlie off that there’s something going on.

they go as long as possible without disclosing their relationship, just because they know there might be some power imbalance allegations around the restaurant- jack is a seasoned chef here, after all, and david is the newest addition to the team (despite having more serving experience than most of the others on the waitstaff). when they finally tell charlie (only because he caught them riding to work together even though they live on opposite sides of town), it’s a little rocky at first but charlie knows that they’re professional enough to do what they need to do and not ruin it for everyone else.

their relationship is solid as a rock after telling charlie, though. sure, they have their differences, and arguments happen, but it’s nothing they can’t work through (and besides, their arguments lead to great makeout sessions, so it’s not that awful). everyone else finds out about the relationship about a month or so after charlie, and the rest is history!

jack and davey go from being the most annoying and bitchy enemies to being a solid team in the restaurant. obviously they don’t give each other special treatment on the job, but they work a lot better as a team, and that only gets better as david is promoted to the lead server position!!!

the restaurant closes on the day of their wedding bc so many people requested for that day off lmfao

[firecrackerhh]

Glad to see Squid has some standards at least.

Honestly I feel like people like this think having to meet deadlines by itself is worker abuse, I feel like their grades in school must’ve been horrible if so Lmao. (Aw who am I kidding, I can’t fucking judge, I forgot to turn shit in all the fucking time if the spot where you’re supposed to turn your work in wasn’t in view or if the teacher didn’t just collect it themselves. Like my English grades were garbage mainly because I never turned shit in (the turn in box wasn’t in my line of sight and I sucked at formal essays)

But at least I KNOW how the real world works and realize that shit has to get done.

If this bitch really wants to whine about crunch time they should start bitching about video games, now THOSE workers are under duress.

What’s this, the narrative trying to give you hints as to whether or not a scene should be considered good or bad for a character based on context clues? Perish the thought! Just because you disagree how a scene should be portrayed doesn’t make the scene bad. Viv writes this shit in the most obvious way imaginable because it’s clear too many people have the media comprehension of fucking roadkill and these retards still get mad.

“Let the viewers decide!”

Bitch this isn’t Epic rap battles of history you don’t decide Jack shit!

Do you not know what narrative is??? As if saying “yeah your dad fucked up but he still cares about you.” Doesn’t have any nuance at all??? You people are so fucking retarded, and you want to decide what you think the narrative is?

It seems the only fucking time these people think actual nuance exists in Viv’s stories is when they make fanfic about the villain characters they like. But otherwise every character is 100% shit because they think Viv is shit.

…I don’t even know what to say here. At least they like the animation?

Oh for fucks sake…

“Waaaah but portraying disabled people like that will make people treat disabled people badly waaaahhhh!”

Sure, if the people watching said media are fucking retards maybe. These people act like if media never portrayed characters in a certain way discrimination would never exist! Like, do y’all think discrimination against certain people only really started ramping up when the motion picture got discovered?

Like I don’t deny that representation matters but if some dumbfuck sees a bad portrayal of a certain kind of person and they think that portrayal is in any way fucking accurate they clearly shouldn’t be watching television to fucking begin with.

Our whole society is ableist in a variety of ways but suddenly getting rid of shitty portrayals of this or that disability doesn’t actually solve the underlying issues anyway.

Maybe if you give a shit about disabled people so fucking much maybe instead of getting pissy at media portrayals not meant to be taken seriously you instead focus on…oh I dunno, how the united states government only allows disabled people to have up to 2000 in SSI money every month or else they can’t fucking have it anymore because obviously the United States government is ghoulish and wants us all to fucking suffer because God forbid disabled people maybe wanna save up to buy not-important things, cuz clearly disabled people can never have any fucking fun whatsoever.

Or maybe you can talk about how the government makes you jump through hoops to get said money to begin with by making you go through bullshit tests and asking you stupid fucking questions because God forbid someone try to “fake” a disability they don’t have for 2000 fucking dollars, I could start selling crack and I would make more than that in a MONTH.

But sure, this shit is totally worth getting mad at, suuure.

Anyone who legit uses media caricatures as an excuse to be a POS to disabled people was already a POS to begin with, if those didn’t exist, they would find some other fucking excuse. If you wanna get pissy about this shit, whatever, I guess I can’t really blame anyone for being upset, but like…cmon man, there’s so many more important things you can bring awareness to, and a one off joke doesn’t really deserve the seriousness you insist on bringing to every wretched conversation you have about the show.

Like goddamn, maybe all of this is very much a you problem and you should consider other fucking hobbies.

It’s fucking Brandon Rogers for Christ sakes, why are you so pissy, it’s worthy of an eye roll at best.

Everyone wants to act like Viv’s shows are gonna bring us back to early 1900s level of discrimination or something, these people gotta chill, cuz all their whining isn’t helping anyone nor themselves.

🧨🔥~Firecracker out~🧨🔥

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Swap into the CrystalVerse Chapter 22: Horror Septics

Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenix 

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  Magnificent feels like a child being supervised. It’s almost demeaning, but given what is supervising, he probably shouldn’t complain out loud. It’s definitely night by now. He needs to sleep. Maybe if he gets on a night train, it will satisfy the creature that he’s making progress while also allowing him to rest? It’s worth a shot.

Magnificent has been cursing his hubris and stupidity as his journey went on. Especially now that he felt constant eyes on him. He was exhausted… all this power and he still had to sleep. Fucking bullshit.

The train is quiet, the lighting kept low for people who want to sleep in their seats. Mag is just drifting off as the train pulls into another station. A couple people get on, looking harried. One of them seems familiar…

As the train stops the magician blinks his tired eyes and looks at the people coming on. His eyes widen- is that…?

Bro yawns as him and Jack sleepily enter the train. He blearily blinks around and then mumbles to Jack. “How many more trains do we need to take again…?”

“This should be the last one,” Jack says, staring at a map on the wall. “But then we have to take the ferry to France and I don’t remember if the run that at night. I don’t know if you can fly across they English Channel, but even if you can I don’t want to be carried across the English Channel.”

“I don’t want to carry anyone over the English Channel…” Chase mumbles, rubbing his eyes. “Even if it’s faster… I gotta save up my strength…” He looks like he’s ready to fall over, yawning again as he shakes out his head. “I hope there’s another outlet here…”

Magnificent feels his breath hitch and before he can really think about it, he pushes himself out of his seat and stumbles towards Chase. He grabs Chase by the jacket and pulls him close, desperation in his eyes. “Chase Brody-!”

Chase startles and tries to push Mag away before realizing. “M-Magnificent?!”

Mag looks actually scared and desperate as he whispers to Bro. “Where he is? Where’s Alt?!”

"Whoa!" Jack reacts fast, pushing Magnificent backwards. "Who are you?! What do you want?" He looks at Chase. "You know him?"

“H-He’s the other guy that came with us- fuck i… I totally forgot…!” Chase says, pushing back his hair.

Then Jack looks back at Magnificent. His eyes flick down to the strange mist around Mag's legs and his eye widens. "Oh."

Chase also looks at the strange mist around Mag and how tired and ragged he looks. “Jesus dude- what happened to you?”

“Answer my fucking question, hero!” Magnificent spits with urgency. “Where is that fucking useless brother of yours and the device?!”

Chase’s face loses color again as he grips his phone in his pocket. “…he’s gone. S-Something… something has him. We’re trying to find him.”

Magnificent’s face falls, starting to look pale himself. If he got into trouble with the denizens here… then there’s no telling what could have Alt. “…do you have any leads-“

“Shut the fuck up acting like you actually care, Mag!” Bro snarls, suddenly angry. “Looks like you fucked up and you want Alt to clean up your fucking mess?! Well maybe now you should actually live with the consequences of your shitty actions that got us all here, you fucker!”

If they hadn’t already drawn attention to themselves- they have now. Bro’s voice echoes in the train car, his anger palpable in the air, like lightning is about to strike.

"Jesus christ, Chase, calm down!" Jack holds his hands up patiently. "People are staring. We don't want people to stare." He glances around the train car.

There aren't many other passengers, but the handful sitting around are all definitely watching, annoyed. It's the night train, after all. You're supposed to be quiet.

Magnificent actually seems to shrink away from the hero’s anger- which has Chase quieting down quickly. Something has Magnificent actually scared. Which… isn’t good.

"Listen. Magnificent, was it? Weird name, but whatever. Why are you asking?" Jack’s eyes flick to the mist again.

Magnificent’s gaze flickers around the train before he looks to the both of them with wide eyes and whispers, almost too quiet to hear. “We need to leave here… as soon as possible.” He then looks around some more before gesturing for the two of them to follow him.

Chase looks down at Jack and raises an eyebrow. He looks wary but he finally sighs and decides to follow.

Mag sits back down into the chair he had claimed, curling his fingers into the arm rests as his eyes dart around, high on alert.

Chase hesitates before sitting in the seat across from him. “…okay you’re usually a freaky bastard but- this… this is weird even for you, Mag.”

Jack sits down next to Chase. "I think I can guess what's wrong," he mutters. "I'm assuming that fog doesn't usually follow this guy around. Let me guess... you found a forest in Ireland with a bunch of fog. Ran into a really tall person-like thing with a mask and a smile. It offered you something and you said yes."

The train is eerily silent. But they can hear the sounds of the wheels on the tracks.

Mag’s eyes snap to Jack’s and stares at him with wide eyes. His hands just barely tremble on the armrests, claws digging into the fabric. He seems to wait a beat- as if checking he can still hear sounds before he whispers. “…yes.”

Chase scowls, “You motherfucker- you were looking for more power weren’t you? We’ll look what happened… ya finally got a taste of your own bitter medicine, didn’t ya?”

Mag doesn’t even reply or look up at Chase. He’s quiet before he speaks up again. “…there’s something else. Following me… making sure I do the task it gave me.”

"A task?" Jack raises an eyebrow. "That's not normal... I guess maybe it thought you'd be too smart to just take an offer."

The truth of that assumption is up for debate.

He leans back in the chair. "Cait Coill can't leave the forest, so I'm guessing it sent another one to watch you. Hm... maybe Ragdoll. They seem to work together a lot." Jack looks up to the ceiling. This train has luggage racks... maybe keep an eye on those. "Have you seen any weird strings? Or had all noise stop all of a sudden? Maybe a little bit of music?"

“Yes.” Magnificent says in a hollow voice. His eyes are wide and distant and his muscles are taunt- like he’s expecting to loose control of them. “… Cat Coill… it- it wants me to find a man in a red hoodie. It… it wants me to kill it.”

Chase watches with a furrowed brow. When Chase hears the part about the red hoodie he looks at Jack with wide eyes. Then he mouths out, “Sangria?”

Jack looks back at Chase, thinking the same thing. Then he bursts out laughing. "Oh, you're fucked. You're so fucked."

Magnificent glares and then bares his teeth at Jack, snapping. “What do you mean?! I- I’m a powerful magician! I can take down a simple man! Easily!”

Chase shakes his head, he can’t help but laugh too, “Mag… we’re completely out of our fucking depth here… did you really think this- this cat thing was sending you to just kill some guy?” Chase shudders and looks into Mag’s eyes. “…the thing in the red hood- I met it. It tried to convince me it was Alt. ….I think it was going to kill me.”

Magnificent looks even more pale. “…oh.” Is all he can bring himself to say.

"No, it wasn't going to kill you," Jack says. "It was going to get you to ruin your own life. Probably make you kill someone else. Multiple someones, if it could keep you influenced for long enough."

Chase’s face turns more pale now, “oh… fuck. That’s… that’s even more awful I think…”

Jack pauses. "But. Yeah. If Cait Coill sent you to kill Sangria, it was fucking with you. You can't kill them. They can't even kill each other. Did you piss it off or something?"

Magnificent bares his teeth and looks away, cursing in Irish. “I should have known… i…”

“Yeah you must have pissed this cat thing off trying to get more freaky power! Now it’s finally bit you in the ass!” Chase bites out, quietly.

Magnificent closes his mouth and bunch his hands into fists, but doesn’t say anything for a while. “….I was a fool. I can admit it… but- we… we need to find Alt and the device as soon as possible.”

“To save your skin?” Chase glares.

“…to save all of us, Chase.” Mag breathes. “We shouldn’t have come here.”

"To be fair... you've only been here for about six hours and you've already run into one of them twice," Jack says slowly. "Not to mention Alt did, too. I... I think he's right. You guys need to get out of here. You're not used to all of this."

The two other-worlders share a glance with each other, seeming to agree.

Suddenly, Jack tenses. "Listen."

The sound of the train tracks has faded away.

Chase looks confused as he tries to listen. “I… I don’t hear anything.”

Magnificent stiffens, all the color draining from his face.

Jack looks up at the luggage rack above their heads. He jumps to his feet. "Hey!"

Something scrambles along, partially hidden by the luggage.

Magnificent feels a pulling sensation, like something's trying to drag him away.

Chase jumps to his feet, readying his fists and looking around for the threat.

Magnificent let’s out a terrified squeak and quickly digs his claws completely into the seat, trying to anchor himself. “no no- nonono!”

"Yeah, that's Ragdoll," Jack mutters. "It went that way, towards the other car." He glances back at Magnificent. "You... try to stay here. Chase, I-I'm going to follow, see what it's trying to do. You can stay with him or come, I guess?"

Magnificent nods, trying to keep himself rooted to the spot- then using magic to tie himself to the chair.

Chase shudders, “Ragdoll is a freaky name… and no way I’m leaving you dude! Mag can handle himself.” He glares at the dark magician who refuses to look at the hero.

"Okay, then." Jack nods. "C'mon. I think it left this car."

They hurry down the aisle to the doors to the other train car, which is just swinging shut. Chase, in front, bursts through--

This car is empty. Well, not completely empty. Someone is sitting in an aisle seat, looking relaxed. They're wearing a red hoodie. "I thought you'd be on one of these eventually."

Chase hurries down the car and then freezes when he sees that red hoodie and that voice. “y-You!”

"Me." Sangria smiles, and any resemblance to personhood fades away as it bears its teeth. "I said I'd see you later. Seems like you've been busy. Misery says it saw you in its house, and now this?" It jerks its head upwards. On the luggage rack above crouches something with spiral eyes, strings tangled around wooden limbs. It tilts its head a little, and there's a faint strain of distorted ragtime. "You and your brother have really bad luck."

Misery? Was that the name of the thing in the house? Chase stumbles back at the ragtime, looking at the wooden thing with wide eyes. Then, at the mention of his brother Chase’s eyes snap to Sangria’s with hatred, eyes turning bright blue with power. “How did you- Where is he?! Do you know?!”

"I do." Sangria's smile widens. "Do you want to get there sooner?"

Back in his seat, Magnificent feels something tighten around him. In a snap, he's just a passenger again. His body stands up without him and walks after Chase and Jack.

Magnificent wordlessly gasps as his body is taken over again and silently follows after the others. He actually wants to warn them- but he can’t.

“I don’t want to play your fucking games!” Chase roars, charging at Sangria like he’s ready to punch him.

Sangria doesn't move as Chase rushes at him. Jack cries out and tries to grab him but he's a split second too slow. As Chase throws a punch, Sangria t w i s t s to the side, an odd crackling sound breaking through the unnatural quiet. Its smile disappears and it stands up. Chase is suddenly aware that it is taller than him. "You're going there anyway," it says. "I'm offering to help cut the journey time. You could be there right now."

Chase shouts in fear as Sangria twists and he stumbles back, settling back by Jack. He takes a second to breathe before growling. "Why would you want to help me?"

Magnificent walks into the car and sees all this. Ragdoll turns to look at him with the spiraling eyes. The control loosens, almost disappearing but ready to pounce again.

Magnificent gasps as he's freed and looks up at Ragdoll in fear. His stomach drops as he sees the thing in the red hood. The thing Cait Coill wanted him to find-

"Might be fun," Sangria says plainly. "Besides--now that I've been thinking about it, you humans with powers might fuck some stuff up for--hello." It turns to look at Mag. "Who are you?"

"Fun?!" Chase spits, "My brother's life is in danger because of you fucks and you just-!" He pauses in his yelling to look back- and pales at seeing how.... scared Mag looks, standing in the door.

"...M-Magnificent." He answers, fists tightly at his sides. That thing... that thing will kill him. He knows it. If he attacks- it's gonna kill him.

Cait Coill sent him here to die.

"Unusual thing to be called." Sangria looks him over, then glances up at the luggage rack. "Did you grab him?"

A few strains of music fill the unnatural silence.

Magnificent hears himself speak. "Consider it a gift."

"I don't have any interest in gifts. They're hard to work with."

"Not from me."

"Not from--" Sangria stops. It looks at Magnificent again... and looks irritated. "Oh for the love of--Δεν κάνω τη βρώμικη δουλειά του--"

And then Magnificent feels the compulsion to attack.

Magnificent's eyes widen as power surges through his hands, lighting them on fire. Then, he lunges at Sangria.

"M-Mag! What are you doing?!" Chase shouts.

"Look out!" Jack pushes Chase to the side as Magnificent attacks. Sangria does not move. Magnificent's fire hits it with a dry hiss and it does not flinch. Instead, in an instant, it lunges forward and grabs him, wrapping one arm around Mag's neck and the other around his torso, pinning his arms. It looks up to Ragdoll. "You're going to make this happen?"

Ragdoll's head nods jerkily.

"Fine."

Suddenly, Magnificent feels a cold dead feeling sink into him. First at the hands and feet, then creeping up his arms and legs, leaving numbness behind. It feels like winter. It feels like dead trees and gray ground and a killing chill.

Mag can't fight the pull- he can't struggle as Sangria grabs him. He whimpers as the dead feeling sinks into his body. He looks at Chase with clear fear and desperation in his eyes. A call that Chase can't ignore if he wants to call himself a hero. He grits his teeth, then powers up a bolt of lightning in his finger and tries to shoots it out into Sangria's shoulder. "Hey! Let him go!"

The lightning hisses as it hits, and Sangria stumbles a bit. It looks back at Chase with clear surprise.

A distraction that stops the dead feeling; Mag's limbs tingle as sensation returns. Sangria doesn't let go of him entirely, but the arm around his neck unwraps and reaches for Chase--

Instinctively, maybe foolishly, Jack shoves Chase behind him. Sangria stops. "You fucking ruin everything," it growls at Jack.

"Because that's your job, right?" Jack says with a small laugh. "Look, are you really going to do what Cait Coill wants you to?"

Sangria tilts its head, considering. Ragdoll shifts position slightly, a few strings dropping down from the luggage rack as if getting ready for... something.

Chase stumbles and is about to push himself back out but stops when he realizes... Jack actually stopped Sangria completely. Chase eyes Ragdoll warily, eyes glowing with power.

Magnificent pants, heart threatening to beat out of his chest. "P-Please-" He tries to whimper out.

Sangria looks up at Ragdoll. “What would you want?”

Ragdoll tilts its head. Then holds up a hand with five fingers splayed.

“That’s a lot for you.”

The faint music in the background stalls for a moment, sounding almost angry.

“Okay okay.” Sangria looks at Chase and Jack and smiles. “Congratulations. You brought up a good point. I hate Cait Coill more than this man has annoyed me.” And it shoved Magnificent at Chase.

Magnificent stumbles forward and almost falls to the ground but Chase hurries to catch him and help him up. He stares down at the mad magician as he seems to shake violently, eyes wide. Chase swallows thickly then looks back at Sangria and Ragdoll, bunching up his muscles in case they try anything more.

The two of them are not even concerned with the humans in the train car. Sangria and Ragdoll stare at one another silently. Then, abruptly, Ragdoll scrambles down from the luggage racks, dangling upside down from the strings attached to it. It swings over and opens a window, squeezing through the small opening and out into the countryside beyond.

Magnificent sags as soon as Ragdoll leaves and then pushes himself away from Chase to lean on the seats in the car.

As if that didn’t just happen, Sangria turns to the group and asks, “Do you want to reach Alt sooner or later?”

Chase tries not to roll his eyes at Mag then stands tall to address Sangria. “…are you going to trick me? Is this some plan to like… steal my soul or something?”

“What would I do with that?” Sangria’s mouth curls in disgust. “I don’t want power like the cat. I need something else. But I don’t have to get it from you. There’s enough of you already.” Its attention shifts to Jack. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to step in on something else’s territory.” And back to Chase. “The train is stopping soon. You have to make a decision by then.”

Chase glances back at Jack and then looks back to Sangria with determined desperate eyes. “…yes- yes whatever you can do to get us to Alt-!”

Sangria grins. "Alright. In that case..." Its head gestures back at the door they came from. "Close that and reopen it. Head right through, I understand it's hard to maintain an entrance so far away and on a moving vehicle."

Chase looks at Sangria like its crazy- and it is. But... he can't afford to waste anymore time. He nods and heads back towards the door, stopping for a second to grab Mag and make sure he's coming too. Mag hardly protests. Chase closes the door and then reopens it-

Instead of the next train car, a hallway extends from the door. It’s walls are white plaster stained with rusty streaks, and the floor is white tile with similar stains. The hall goes forward until it eventually ends in a T-intersection.

Jack’s eye widens. “So I was right,” he mutters darkly. “Okay. Go!”

Chase hardly hesitates, running through the door and dragging Mag with him. He sprints down the hall- looking and listening for any sign of Alt.

Jack follows. He glances back though the door once he’s in the hall. Sangria smiles and waves. And then the door shuts on its own.

Jack turns around and hurries after Chase.

There is no sign of Alt. There’s not much sign of anything except the extending hallway. Chase reaches the intersection quickly. To the left is a seemingly endless hallway lined with doors. To the right is a seemingly endless hallway lined with old medical equipment, like IVs and wheelchairs.

Chase is trying not to panic now- he's so close- where is he?? "ALT!!" He shouts as he just picks a direction and runs, "ALT??!"

Somewhere else, Alt hears shouting, distant and muffled like it’s on another floor in a house. There’s a lot of shouting and screaming in here but this sounds different.

Alt blearily opens his eyes- confused on why he hasn't been stabbed a couple more times by now. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion at the shouting- but it sounds so far away...

Notarzt returns. It looks at Alt and sighs, sounding strangely disappointed.

He weakly looks at Notarzt and chuckles quietly, "... you sure got spooked by somethin', huh?" He slurs.

"Halt deine Fresse," Notarzt snaps. It walks forward and sharply pulls out the hooks in Alt's chest and stomach, each sharp motion accompanied by a shriek of pain. It removes the clamps as well, leaving behind red marks lined with blood. Alt didn't even realize his limbs had gone numb until the blood starts flowing back into them.

Alt bites back a scream at first but is soon yelling again. He glances at his arm and leg at the places the clamps were with wide eyes. He looks up at Notartz, "m sorry-" he quickly tries to apologize, afraid the monster is about to do so much worse to him,

Notarzt rolls its eye--why did it move like that?!--and reaches into its pocket, pulling something out. It roughly jams some cloth into Alt's mouth and ties it around his head. Tastes like blood. Then it pulls one of the wheelchairs over and quickly undoes Alt's restraints, pulling him off the table and towards the chair.

Alt yells against the rag and then- even if his heavy muscles protest, tries his best to fight against being moved, shouting against the cloth.

His struggles only make his wounds hurt more. Notarzt doesn't even flinch as it shoves him into the wheelchair, using the attached leather straps to fasten his wrists to the arms, his ankles to the footrest, and his torso to the back. Then it grabs Alt's jacket and ruined shirt from the floor and drops them on his lap. "Lass uns eine Fahrt machen," it says, pulling the chair out of the operating theatre.

Alt's vision blurs and dips as the pain flares up from all his different wounds. His head lolls to the back of the chair as he's rolled forward. He makes some noises of protest but he's so so so tired...

Chase, running through the hallways, is starting to get very lost. Everything looks the same, with branches happening at random. Maybe the hallways even loop. He could swear he's seen that cluster of three IVs before. Occasionally there are wooden doors in the walls, but beyond them are just empty rooms. Mostly empty. Every single one has a bed with leather restraints.

Jack is breathing heavily. "Chase! I think... we're not... getting anywhere..."

"No! No there- there has to be something!" Chase shouts, trying to keep running.

Magnificent is still letting himself be dragged but he speaks up, "Eyepatch is right, hero- you're just getting us all lost!"

Chase ignores him, "ALT!! ALT!!"

Chase turns a corner--and runs straight into a dead end. There is no door. There is no hallway. There is only a wall.

Chase runs into the dead end and screams in frustration. He punches the wall with enough force to dent the plaster then quickly turns to go back the other way.

When he turns the corner again, there is another wall. The hallway they came down is gone.

"What?!" Chase yells out in surprise and anger- he tries to turn back around.

"F-Fantastic, stop!" Mag tries to warn him.

The wall is closer.

"Chase, just stop!" Jack shouts.

Chase backs up, letting go of Mag and staring at the wall with wide eyes. Then he yells and throws punch after punch at the wall, frantic tears in his eyes as he yells, "NO! NONONO! FUCK YOU! GIVE ME MY BROTHER! ALT! ANTI!!"

Chase punches the wall over and over, until-- Suddenly, there is blood on his knuckle. When he looks at the wall closer, some of the plaster cracks away, a stream of blood coming from the wall. There is... there is an eye there. With a black iris and green sclera--

Chase stumbles back and looks at the wall with confusion- and then dread.

Jack screams and lunges forward, pushing by Chase to the side.

He falls back slightly as Jack pushes him and then looks quickly back at him.

He doesn't quite see what happens, but when Jack steps back, breathing heavily, he has his swiss army knife out with blood on the handle, and the eye is gone.

"D-Dude- what the fuck was that?!"

Jack doesn't respond immediately, staring at the spot where the eye was and breathing heavily. His hand presses to his face--to his eye-patch. Then turns and looks at Chase. "It... i-it was only a matter of time," he says, and laughs. Then he abruptly stops."The wall is gone."

Indeed, the wall behind them has disappeared again, replaced by a hallway that slowly slopes upwards out of sight.

"What do you mean? ... is that part of the thing that’s hunting you?" Chase asks, and then looks back towards the new hallway. He hesitates and looks at Jack with concern but then he's hurrying to run down the hall again.

Magnificent groans slightly then disappears after him.

Jack takes a deep breath, then follows.

The hallway slopes up, gradually, but at a steep enough angle that they can't make out what happens when it levels out at the top. Until, of course, they reach it. There is a stretch of level hallway, about fifty feet of flat tile. Until, at the other end, it starts sloping again. Standing near that downward slope, hands behinds its back, is Notarzt.

"Hallo," it says cheerfully. "Schön dich--" And then it stops. Its eye narrows as it looks at Jack. "You."

Chase pants and steps closer, eyes bright with power and electricity crackling around his fists. "Hey asshole! Don't look at him- look at me- the guy who's gonna punch your lights out if you don't give me back my brother RIGHT NOW!"

Notarzt blinks and refocuses its attention on Chase. "Oh, du willst deinen Bruder?" It steps to the side. "Hier ist er."

Alt is still bound tightly to the wheelchair, the cloth still in his mouth. From here Chase can see a myriad of cuts, bruises, and other injuries, including a set of stitches tracing his collarbone, sternum, and ribs. Notarzt keeps one hand on the chair, which is only a few inches from the sudden downward slope behind it.

Chase's bravado fades as he sees his broken brother, slumped over in the chair. "A-Anti...?"

Alt weakly lifts up his head and tries to focus. Everything sounds like its underwater. He blinks a couple times and then seems to straighten. His eyes widen. He shouts something against the cloth and tries to fight the straps again, tears in his eyes.

Now- Chase is angry. The tile beneath him cracks in a sudden burst of power. He pushes off from there and rushes at the doctor, eye alight with electric blue power and electricity crackling in his hands.

"Chase, wait--!" Jack starts to say, but it's too late.

Notarzt waits until Chase is right in front of it, then just before the moment of contact--it pushes the wheelchair back towards the downward slope of the hallway. Alt quickly disappears from sight.

"Ups!" it says--and then Chase slams it into the hallway ceiling, cracking the plaster and sending electricity sparking along its limbs. It simply laughs, blood staining the surgical mask it wears.

Magnificent watches as Notarzt tries to push Alt down the slope and he yells out and tries to summon some strings to stop him from going too far.

Chase yells as he sees Alt go out of view- sees as Alt tries to yell for him past his gag. Then, he slams the doctor even more into the wall, looking ready to put this thing out of its misery. "What the FUCK did you do?!"

Notarzt laughs harder, completely unthreatened by Chase's anger. It finds this whole thing delightful.

The strings barely manage to stretch far enough. They wrap around the wheels and stop the chair with a jolt. Jack sprints forward--right past the scene with Chase and Notarzt--and grabs the chair, pulling him back up. Good. It looks like a long way down, ending in a blank wall.

Chase roars in anger, punching and slamming Notarzt into the wall over and over and over, yelling in animistic rage.

Alt breathes heavily, confused tears in his eyes as he's stopped. He looks back at Jack as he helps him and then weakly tries to fight against the bindings again. To his surprise, Magnificent appears next to them and starts to cut Alt out with his claws.

"You're going to be okay, okay?" Jack says gently. "You're going to be okay now."

Alt nods numbly to Jack as he shakes in the chair. Magnificent gets through the straps and helps Alt up. Alt can hardly stand, the wounds on his legs flaring up in agony. He starts to fall and Mag manages to catch him, though he doesn't say anything.

Notarzt eventually stops laughing, realizing that it's only goading Chase on. It goes limp, letting this happen. With every slam blood starts to leak from the stitches on Notarzt's body and clothing.

"Fucking hell, Chase!" Jack shouts. "Stop trying to hurt the thing that doesn't feel pain and come help your brother!"

Chase finally lets go when he stops getting a reaction, letting the thing fall to the ground. He breathes heavily and then wipes his face off before rocketing down to the others. He takes Alt from Mag and looks him over, helping to remove the gag and running shaking fingers over the wounds on Alt and pushing his sweat soaked bangs away from his face. "Alt... Anti- o-oh my god... I'm so sorry- I'm so so sorry..!" He's crying now too, both relieved that he's got to Alt but terrified of the shape he's in.

Alt sways and then falls against Chase, whimpers of pain escaping his lips. Chase hurries to throw Alt's jacket over his shoulders and holds him tight, quickly going to pick him up in his arms.

"c..chase..." Alt slurs weakly, as if he can't believe he's actually here.

"I'm here baby bro... it's all gonna be okay..." Chase reassures quietly.

Magnificent hurries up to the two and lightly touches Alt's arm, "Alt- where the device? The TRVLR?"

Alt looks like he's having trouble keeping his eyes open as he slurs, "...dunno... dunno if i... i can glitch...s'mthin'stopped me..."

"That'd be this asshole, somehow," Jack says, gesturing at Notarzt.

"s'not just it..." Alt whispers, " m'phone... i tried to glitch through- but it just made so much n-noise- even scared it..." He blinks rapidly and leans against Bro.

Notarzt stands. It takes a needle and thread out of its pocket and starts touching up the stitches that Chase loosened. "Ja, ja, natürlich war ich es," it says dismissively. It looks at Jack again, its second eye opening partially, another bloodshot iris visible through stretched strings. "Und jetzt verschwinde aus meinem Haus. Raus aus meiner Stadt!"

"I'd love to get out of your city, but un-fucking-fortunately this guy probably needs real medical attention and new clothes as soon as possible," Jack says. "I guess you'll have to drop us off somewhere else."

What follows is rapid-fire angry German that not even a translation spell could have helped with. Notarzt turns to the side and--and was there always a door there? It points at it and says something in that same fast German, glaring at Jack the whole time.

"Thank you." Jack nods sharply. He looks at the others. "It really wants me out of here, so when we go through that door we'll leave this place."

Chase looks worried but he's not about to waste an opportunity like this. He picks up all of Alt's stuff and quietly reassures him, "We'll figure it out, Alt just- stay with us okay?" Chase glares at Notarzt as he readjusts Alt and then heads out the door, pausing to make sure Jack and Mag are behind him.

Mag looks annoyed- but he always does. He follows closely behind.

Jack stiffens a bit when Alt mentions the phone making noise. He glances around at the walls. Nothing. He takes a deep breath and walks through the door with the others.

They appear in an alleyway, scattered trash on the ground. Leaving the alleyway takes them to a street full of cars. The building on either side turns out to be a grocery store and some sort of haircutting business. But across the street is a hospital building--a small one, but recognizable because of the sign reading "St. Mark's Hospital." In English--so at least Notarzt didn't dump them in the middle of Germany.

There's also a phone on the sidewalk. Alt's phone. Evidently when Notarzt took it, it threw the phone out into the real world and it landed here.

Chase steps forward and almost steps on Alt's phone- but luckily he recognizes it. He frowns and picks it up and lays it down on top of Alt's chest with his ruined shirt. He checks on everyone then makes his way towards the hospital.

"Jesus- Are we really doing this? Risking staying longer here??" Magnificent whines, following after Chase.

"I don't know what that psycho did to Alt, Mag! I'm not risking him getting worse just cuz you made some bad fucking decisions-so if you wanna leave with us, Deal with it." The hero bites back with finality, enough to make Magnificent shut up at least.

Alt seems to be relaxing against Chase- but is also succumbing to the pain of all his injuries, eyes barely open as he pants against Chase's chest.

There's a crosswalk nearby. They have to wait a few seconds for the light to change, but after that they can hurry across and right into the hospital. There are a couple people in the waiting room, and a nurse in casual clothes behind a rounded reception desk. She looks up. "Hello there, will you be--oh my god!" Her spiel, neat and practiced in a posh British accent--is broken when she sees Alt in Chase's arms.

Chase hurries up to the desk, a wild desperate look in his eyes. "I need help for my brother, please! Anything you can give us!"

"A-alright." The nurse nods. She presses a button and speaks into an intercom. "Emergency team to the reception. Now, please."

Surprisingly quickly, a group of nurses and doctors appear from deeper in the hospital, bringing a gurney with them. "Sirs, if you would please follow us," one of them says, while another carefully takes Alt from Chase and lays him on the gurney.

Alt freaks out as the nurses try to take him, suddenly shouting out and trying to fight them, his eyes darting around in terror. "No nO! D-Don't touch me!!" He croaks desperately.

Chase hurries to his side and holds down his arm, helping him to lay down. "Alt please- they're going to help! I'll be right here next to you, okay?"

This seems to get Alt to calm down and Bro is quick to take Alt's hand as they hurry down the hall.

They begin going down the hall, with the same nurse asking Chase questions as they go, noting the answers on a clipboard. "What is the patient's name and gender? Do you know what happened? What is your relation--and you too, sirs? Do they have any allergies or medical conditions you know of?"

"S-Sorry uh... his name is Alt, male. He was taken by... by something. It hurt him but I don't know how. They're were in a hospital I think... he's my brother." Chase glances back at Jack and Mag, "These guys are... our friends. N-No allergies or medical conditions no... none that I can think of right now at least..."

The nurse looks confused when Chase mentions 'something,' but a couple of the doctors exchange glances. "We'll take good care of him, sir," one says. "Since you're family and the patient is reacting this way, would you like to be in the room for the examination? You'll need to wear gloves and a mask."

Chase quickly nods, "Y-Yes. I can do that, I just want to stay by him if I can."

"Great. Don't worry sir, you're all in good hands."

[hopetorun]

u should tell me something about home by now brady & quinn! dealers choice as to pre or post fic

let’s visit our boys in march of 2020, well before the story begins—

When the league announces the pause, Quinn calls his mom first. She already knows, obviously, but he lets her fret at him for a few minutes anyway, and promises to come home as soon as he knows for sure that it'll be more than a week or two. He mumbles "love you" into the phone as he hangs up, and then calls Jack. After Jack, he calls Luke, who sounds like he was napping or maybe is still napping and is just mumbling at Quinn in his sleep.

After talking to Luke, for a given value of talking, he answers a text from his dad and then holds his phone in his hand, list of favorite contacts open, thumb hovering over Brady's name for agonizing seconds. And then he touches the screen and holds the phone up to his ear while it rings.

He’s painfully aware that Brady might not answer. It’s not like it went well the last time they talked. Quinn remembers it so well that it still makes his heart clench up. The way Brady sounded when he said he felt like he wasn’t a priority for Quinn. The rough edge to his voice, closer to tears than Quinn can ever remember, and the way he kept looking away from his phone, like he didn’t want Quinn to see it even through the shitty FaceTime call.

The way Quinn just let it all happen, his mind still half on the conversation he had with Jack half an hour earlier. Jack rambling at him, talking aimlessly about nothing at all for forty minutes just because he didn’t want Quinn to hang up, and Quinn unable to bring himself to interrupt him and say that Brady was calling, he needed to hang up and talk to Brady.

It’s not that Brady was wrong that he wasn’t getting as much of Quinn’s attention as he deserved. Quinn just thought he’d understand. It’s not like Quinn could just leave Jack hanging.

They didn’t talk again after that. After Brady asked for a few set hours a week where Quinn would hang up on his brothers and Quinn wouldn’t promise it flat out. “Not all the time,” Brady said, and “If something changes just give me a heads up, yeah?” and Quinn’s stomach still churned as he shook his head. Brady wasn’t the one who had to listen to Jack’s nerves at all hours and report back to their parents when they were only getting the sanitized version and play his own rookie season too. Brady’s not the oldest, and sometimes that feels like a big deal.

Quinn thinks about all of that in the time it takes for Brady’s phone to ring three times, and then the ringing stops and he expects the tinny, old version of Brady’s voice that’s his voicemail and instead he gets—

“Quinn? Is everything okay?”

—and he thinks he might actually throw up from relief.

He must take too long to get himself together, because Brady keeps talking. “Are you sick? Is your family? Do you need me to call someone? Do you need me to come out there?”

Quinn’s chest is too small, his heart beating too fast. He can feel his pulse pounding in his temple and his fingertips. “I’m okay. Everyone’s okay.” Deep breath, another. “You don’t need to do anything.” Pretend his voice doesn’t sound raw. “I just needed to talk to you. Be sure you’re okay.”

Brady inhales, sharp, and exhales like he’s sighing in Quinn’s ear. “I’m okay,” he says. “We’re all okay.”

“Thank fuck,” Quinn says, which is at least better than you’re the person I always want to call when I’m scared or I wish we could sleep in the same bed tonight. He doesn’t think he’s allowed to say those to Brady anymore. Not after they stopped talking. After they broke up? It felt like a breakup, even if they never said the word. Even if Quinn never thought about anyone else. Who could compare to Brady, anyway?

“Are you gonna go home?” Brady asks. Quinn tells him his plan. He should apologize, probably. Tell Brady that he still wants him. Doesn’t want anyone else.

“What about you?” he says instead.

“I’m going home, yeah,” Brady says. “I’ll figure it out if it’s complicated getting back but—it’s my family, you know?”

There’s a lump in Quinn’s throat making it hard to talk. He tries to swallow it down and doesn’t succeed. “Sorry if I freaked you out,” he says. Non-sequitur, but he’s not ready to apologize for the other stuff yet.

“It’s okay.” Brady’s voice is warm. Quinn’s so used to being comforted by it. “You know you can always call if you need—if you need help or something. Even if we’re—you know. Like this.”

Quinn sniffs, and Brady does him the courtesy of pretending he doesn’t hear it. “What are we like?” he asks.

Brady’s shrug is practically audible. “I don’t know. Broken up?”

Hearing it makes Quinn ache, even if it’s true. Even if he already knew.

“Thanks,” he mumbles. Doesn’t add I love you or any of the other things broken up people aren’t supposed to say. The silence lasts too long and Brady, uncharacteristically, doesn’t break it. So Quinn does, by saying, “This sucks.”

“Which part?”

He considers for a moment. “All of it,” he says, finally.

Brady laughs. “Yeah. Okay.”

Quinn caves at the sound of his laugh. “I miss you.”

It takes a long time for Brady to respond to that. Long enough for Quinn’s stomach to start churning and his pulse to pick up again. Maybe Brady doesn’t—maybe he’s found someone else—maybe he doesn’t think Quinn is worth it anymore.

“You promise?” is what Brady finally says.

“I always miss you,” Quinn says. Hopeless, pathetic, the same way he’s been for years. “No one else is like you.”

Brady makes this noise, horrible and hopeful and everything Quinn’s ever wanted. “Call me tomorrow? When you miss me.” He pauses, and reads Quinn’s anxiety perfectly. “I promise I’ll pick up.”

[zoobus]

What about the other chapters (I stopped playing after chapter 4 because I found the resolution of the conflict too bullshit)

Chapter 1: hi my name is Riddle and I force everyone to follow the rules, no matter how stupid. I do this because my Disney villain won, thus following stupid rules should be seen as moral. Holy, even. Objectively good? Absolutely.

His friends: so obviously following all these stupid rules is objectively bad. We all know. Despite the fact that we live in a country where the stupid rules villain won.

Riddle: omg you're right, also my mom never let me have cake as a kid. Group hug🫂

Chapter 2: hi my name is Leona. I'm leaning into the villain angle, I will let innocent people get hurt if it suits my needs or they annoy me. Don't be fooled though! My tragic backstory is that apparently servants are allowed to talk smack about royalty as long as they're not the firstborn. Really hurt my feelings. I'm just like a poor person when you think about it.

I supported Leona ripping magical ACLs for petty reasons and I figured he was the designated overblot since he's the hottest bishie in his dorm but I kept asking - what the fuck are YOU stressed over? Ruggie's the one doing all the work? And when he gets caught and starts that PATHETIC cope like uwah I never wanted to win in the first place I'm just a sad little second prince who can never be king... His hotness rolled back into the negatives which is crazy. Even crazier that there's no real resolution for Leona talking all that shit to his righthand man like that. This was the perfect opp for a tension relieving face punch and they didn't do it

Chapter 3: this one was actually 80% good, Ursula's grandbaby is out here scheming and manipulating, making contracts with morons too dumb to consider the rammies. But by this point we knew what was coming - an embarrassing forced character killing tragic backstory. Azul only writes up manipulative contracts (which again, should be perceived as morally good since Ursula won in this universe) because he was bullied and worse... He was f*t.

What do I even say to this? How dare you.

Chapter 4: this one was 90% good, just ignore the forced friendship end. Imagine having to make yourself small for the sake of some grinning clown too stupid to even appreciate it. He doesn't notice the sacrifices, he doesn't care that if he earns a 70, Jamil has to earn a 65. God I loved when they zeroed in on how stupid you'd have to be to think of your servant as your friend. This is the first one where I've rooted for the "villain" from start to finish. So they had to do a

Here's how I would fix each chapter

I don't care about anyone in this dorm. Delete.

Why is Jack even there if not to fulfill his natural role? Jack who is driven by justice and doing the right thing regardless of the consequences. The natural conclusion should have been Jack physically assaulting Leona (could be a beating, could be a shounen friendship punch, but he NEEDED to get hit) and then evading the consequences of assaulting royalty (I will keep the theme of evading consequences for the various felonies committed in-game because it's funny). Also add some kind of resolution between Ruggie and Leona. I can forgive giving children permanent knee injuries, but degrading your right-hand man? In public?

I remove the stupid bullying backstory entirely. Ursula didn't need a reason to steal a teenager's voice! She did it for the thrill of the game! Make his breaking point about, idk, hubris, making contracts with the wrong person. Bring male Cruella in somehow because I like him. Also draw his octopus form without the blot, it's not faaaaaaiiiiirrrrrr that only Jade and Floyd have fishsonas. I make him fat also.

Jamil succeeds👍 also give the voice actor more time to work on his evil laugh because it was a little 😬

Vil succeeds👍 Rook does not do That. And turn this arc into literally anything popularity related that isn't singing/idols.

[astridthevalkyrie]

From one south asian sister to another….. oh no :( have you been telling them you’re wearing the hijaab but not actually wearing it? I can definitely just TELL the absolute awkward tension though of them finding out.

Luckily enough my parents haven’t really forced it onto to me and respect my own boundary of when I want to wear it, I can wear it.

thank you for checking in! i'm gonna use this ask to explain what exactly happened. i'll put most of it under a cut since this got really long. at a cliffhanger too, click read more to see the story.

so my first day of work was yesterday, i started at a store in our local mall. i knew my parents were the type to drop in without warning and i did expect them to do it eventually, but not on the first goddamn day. i had my phone on me tucked under my clothes even though technically i should have left it in my bag, just so i could check their location, but obviously i was training and couldn't just pop it out and look at it whenever. so when they came and saw me, without my hijaab on, i never saw them.

my youngest sister texted me saying that my mom had come home, said they went to the mall, and said they "needed to talk to me." she said my mom didn't seem too mad, but obviously i got nauseous pretty much right away, i could barely focus in the last hour i was there. it was better that i knew before they could ambush me, though, so thank god for my sister.

i get home and immediately play off that i'm sleepy, and crash onto the bed for a "nap." i heard my mom say something like "so why weren't you wearing your scarf" but i was pretend half-asleep so it got brushed off. then i pretty much just laid there for a couple hours.

we were supposed to go to my aunt't house, but my mother didn't want to go anyway, and she told my sister that since i wasn't feeling well, she would just use me as an excuse to stay. and, y'know, fuck that. i have a ten page paper due today that i have written half a page of that i need to get done and submit in eight hours today. and i should have worked on that yesterday instead of going to my aunt's house, but the idea of being alone in the house with my mother after that revelation actually makes me wanna drive a knife into myself.

so anyway, i "wake up" and tell my dad i'll go, he just quietly nods along and whatever. so i go up, and now everyone's upstairs, and as i'm drinking water my mom asks, "why did you have your scarf off while working?"

and while i was asleep, i considered three options: a, i could tell her that i decided to do it for job hunting and work because of discriminatory reasons. b, i could tell her that i started doing it a few months ago when law school started. or c, i could i tell her the truth, that i've been doing it consistently for two years and even before that whenever i wanted since i was 13.

i went with option b. so i told her no one made me, or anything, i just didn't want to wear the hijaab anymore. and that went about as well as you would imagine it to. here are some of the things i heard last night (not capitalizing, but most of these things were yelled, not spoken calmly):

"You're so spoiled. I allowed you to stop reading Quran, but this is too much." - not true, I stopped reading Quran everyday and she has continuously pestered me about it since, she hasn't allowed me jack shit.

"What's next, you stop praying, and then you're not even Muslim anymore!" - haven't prayed in years, but she doesn't need to know that. also, never wanna hear anyone say to my face again that all muslim women choose to wear the hijaab and no one ever forces them, or at least not in the precious western world.

"I always thought cousin x was like this because of the way she was raised, but now my daughter with MY raising has turned out like this." - the cousin of hers she was comparing me to hit her while she was pregnant with my sister. lovely comparison. also way to make it about yourself.

"It's because you watched too many movies and listen to too many songs." - a classic. check out all those things i participated in that hurt so many people. listening to music? what a horrible sin.

"It's because you hang out with friend x and friend y, they've filled your head with these thoughts" - the friends she named were my two closest friends, both of whom are black women. mind you she followed up with "i don't want you hanging out with black or white or non muslim friends anymore" but she also reemed into friend y, who mind you, has always greeted her politely and dressed appropriately if she was visiting my house. the other girl? more religious than i am (though she's christian) and neither of them drink or smoke or anything like that. meanwhile a muslim girl i hang out with wears a hijaab on her head for sure, but she vapes, drinks, goes on dates, but sure. muslim girls are the fuckin role models for this generation, definitely.

(she also took this opportunity to walk into my sisters' room and scream that she doesn't want them hanging out with their nonmuslim friends either. we live in a very white area—they don't have muslim friends. i only started to make them in college because my high school didn't have any but me. so.....total isolation except from their family! how healthy i'm sure my sisters will be fine.)

"I don't want you around my other daughters, i don't want you influencing them." - probably the one that stung the most, but also hilarious. HILARIOUS that she thinks i need to influence them. my middle sister hates my mother at the age of 15 far more than i did in my teen years. she's had trichotillomania for years and my mother has consistently told her to: just stop, that she's doing it for attention, that she must like doing it, etc.. so, yeah, my influence? definitely not needed. it's not like my sisters come to me to talk about things they can't talk to our parents about. i'm not worried about the day i have to move out and leave them, not at all! i'm sure they're in such good hands!!!

oh, fun fact also! my mother got married at like 25? 26? and only started wearing her hijaab like a few years after that. i wonder how she was raised! if me having been forced to wear it at 8 is bad parenting, i wonder what this says about my grandmother.

and here and there my dad being the coward he is interjected with "i don't understand why it's so hard" to which i answered that i didn't expect him to. when she screamed at my sisters i told him to stop her and he just said "she's in shock." like okay??? so come scream at me you fucking bitch???? i also had to play pretend that my sisters didn't already know i did this.

my brilliant father also said that while i was living with them, i need to wear it, but after marriage it was on me. oh RIIIIIGHT. marriage! after i belong to a man instead of my parents! the marriage that could very well be to a man who requires a hijaabi wife! why didn't I think of that??? and when i told them as much my mom cut in before my dad could and said "so what if he wants a hijaabi wife? is it a bad thing for him to be religious? better than being a degenerate!" am i actually. here? is this real life? is this fantasy? i mean same woman who told me she hopes my husband beats me if i continue to do theater so not surprising, but i'm sure my spoiled little brat self just doesn't understad.

then my mother goes and sobs in her room for a couple minutes. my dad gives her: reassuring words, hugs, back rubs, comfort. i got a head pat. i mean i was crying too but not loud heaving sobs like someone just shot my cat, so what did i expect, right?

he tells me to start wearing it at work. i say no. he tells me to quit, then. okay. four interviews, four job offers—i got every. single. job. i. interviewed. for.—and i walk away with nothing. nothing! side note, will probably be opening commissions soon, because i'm not in a hurry to take up another customer service job and deal with this again. i quit this morning. the manager was understanding even though i worked all of one day and black friday is coming up. this one's genuinely on me. i could just work with my hijaab on. but i won't. and again, not the reason i did it, but something just tells me in the area we live in, i was not getting four job offers with a hijaab on my head.

anyway, i just ask him if we're going to my aunt's house, and we are.

in the car, with just him and my sisters, i talk openly. he knows that i don't wear my scarf when i don't have to. he doesn't care. supposedly he understands (how interesting that he understands when my mother isn't there to hear it.) his advice? "just tell her you will, and then don't." oh.......so what i've been doing! lying! fantastic, brilliant, inspired. and he's very sure that a, she will believe me when i do this now, b, i'll "definitely" be married within two years, and c, that she won't stop me from hanging out with my friends or sisters.

like, in the nicest way possible, i wasn't worried about that in the slightest. i pay for my car. i'm in law school—LAW SCHOOL!—on FULL ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP. and i'm bragging. i am. the year's tuition could have been more or around 50,000. my parents aren't paying a dime to send me here. if i'm gonna go get lunch with my friend after class, there's quite literally nothing she can do to stop me. my sister and i just will not stop talking and if she ever tries like locking my sister in her room it's fuck around and find out at this point. what does she hold over my head? a toxic home environment. it's definitely exhausting to study for LAW SCHOOL and do LAW SCHOOL reading and then come home to utter bullshit, whether that's more yelling or the silent treatment or whatever. she also cooks for me. again, nicest way possible, i can cook for myself. i can buy my own ingredients if i need to. i can eat out. i don't need my father's money to do it either. not that i have enough saved that i could live on my own, but my father isn't kicking me out of the house, and i worked hard and saved enough that i can very much afford to make meals for myself, thanks.

where my mom has me, and where she doesn't even know she has me, is that i'm not as batshit as her. sorry to seem ableist, but she gave me most of my mental issues, so. i care about my sisters. i do not want them dealing with her and her abusive ass everyday. i care about my pussy ass father. he's already in a marriage with her and works full time, he's got enough on his plate to have to deal with her ranting his ear off about it everyday. and i care about her. can you believe that? i don't. i care about this bitchy ass woman and how she's a victim, how she had to move to a new country after marriage and how her in laws don't always treat her well. how she's schizophrenic and how terrifying that must be. so after all that, do i have any choice but to play nice? i quit my job, i'll tell her what she wants to hear. i'm not going to wear my hijaab at school but i'll still let her think i do. if she wants to watch me pray, she can.

so at the end, i am still the only one compromising. and all this because i don't want to wear the hijaab. which is supposedly as so many stupid fucking people have told me, is my choice, it's up to me! i live in a western country! but it's okay because once a man owns me i will maybe be able to make my own choices. yay!

yeah. sorry for this, it's super long—thanks to anyone who read it. i now have to get this ten page paper out, because it's definitely too late to ask for an extension and professors don't really care about minor religious complications. hope everyone has a good day, love you guys <3

[jackslocket]

thanks for the tag @luvscharlos, mwah <3

who’s your fav driver? you guys will NEVER guess who, i am mysterious and incredibly nuanced with how i feel about my fav driver. my entire blog does Not revolve around said driver that would be STUPID. (carlos sainz)

do you have other fav drivers? oh the list is extensive - but charles is right right up there next to carlos (his wet cat energy has captivated me body and soul 💔), oscar, lando, jack doohan and logie bear too!! but also i fucking LOVE jenson button. i will never not love jenson button he is My Guy

who’s your least fav driver? i am not a hater!! i am a LOVER . peace n love on the planet earth 🫶🏽(liar. it's ocon, i just dont care for him much 🧀)

do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well? sigh. i will always be a Ferrari Girl. destined (cursed) to be stuck here forever

if you like teams, who do you pull for? FORZA FERRARI SEMPREEEE‼️🔥💯🇮🇹🇮🇹🇮🇹🇮🇹

how long have you been into f1? 🧍🏽‍♀️ i have been here since the beginning of the 2024 season

what got you into f1? i followed the natural pipeline of cars (2006) starring owen wilson -> fast and furious -> making my Entire personality abt fast cars -> eventually f1 (also @verstap-it really solidified it for me, she was like 'hey WATCH THIS bitch' and threw media at me until i fell down the rabbit hole with her)

do you enjoy fanfic/rpf? is this even a question.

how do you view new fans? i am a New Fan™ so.........

if you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why? i should not be allowed a leadership position of any sorts, that would be irresponsible (*rattling the bars of my enclosure* FERRARI LET ME INNNNNNN) but actually, put me in williams, im sick of williams. logan deserves better #justiceforlogansargeant2024

are your friends and family into f1 as well? my mother grew up a schumi girl but refused to watch the sport after he stopped racing . ithink the fact this is My Thing now puts her off significantly because she sees me scream at the tv for ferrari and sees her a little 😭 - my brother is a rbr fanboy, loves max verstappen but Refuses to watch the races too because..... i am insufferable about them !! i have a few f1 friends, and they're all just as insufferable as i am - i also yap about it to my non-f1 friends and make obscure references constantly, theyhate me its great :)

are you open to talking to other fans/ making friends? ALWAYS. pls hit me up i love talking to new people and i need more f1 moots!!

tagging w/ no pressure: @verstap-it, @mclarengirlie, @sai-lec, @starsainz, @leclair-leclerc, @chilling-seavey n anyone else <3

[livebeginning]

Here's the third, and for now final, part about Mio! This is gonna be a bit NSFW btw, although there's no smut ^^ I'm gonna talk about:

Raphael, Mio and sex

BDSM

Mio’s sexuality

Raphael, Mio and sex

Mio hadn't had sex before Raphael bought him. He has some basic education on how sex works and knows a couple things beyond that from his coworkers and others talking about what they’ve done but I imagine information on this topic isn’t as easily available in Faerûn as it is in our world. Also, living in close quarters with his parents, he rarely had the chance to masturbate and was never really interested in it to begin with.

Raphael decides he wants to have sex with Mio in part because he is genuinely attracted to him but also because he wants to see if Mio might become an alternative as a dom to Haarlep. While Raphael doesn’t have a virginity kink, he does like the idea of Mio only being allowed to have sex with him, further tying Mio to him and making him more dependent on him. 

(This doesn’t go both ways btw, Raphael still has sex with Haarlep and other people. Also, Raphael still sees him as a pet, their relationship hasn’t changed in that regard. But, like, they’re both of sexual maturity for their species, they’re sentient intelligent beings, they can communicate, it passes the Jack Harkness test, so it’s fine.) 

When Raphael asks Mio to have sex with him, Mio says yes pretty quickly. Mio likes being touched by Raphael so he reasons that he would also enjoy sex with him. But he also agrees to it so quickly because he doesn’t really want to say no to anything Raphael asks of him and he wants to be useful to Raphael and stay in his good graces. In a healthy relationship Mio might have said that he’d like to wait a bit longer, but would definitely want to have sex at some point.

Raphael strongly prefers to bottom and Mio has no problem with that, since he doesn’t really know what he likes anyways. Raphael generally prefers to let others do the work in bed he has to at least show Mio some things and makes an effort to make sure that Mio has a good time too. He wants Mio to like having sex with him so he will actually want to continue having sex with him. He can be lazy later.

Mio generally enjoys sex, he especially likes that he’s the one giving Raphael pleasure. Usually, when Raphael pets him Mio only receives and he kind of feels like this is a way for him to pay him back. He enjoys being able to see how his actions make Raphael feel good. While he also likes coming, it doesn’t really matter as much to him as making Raphael happy.

Mio has a bit of a problem in that he doesn’t get hard as easily as Raphael would like him to. While he finds Raphael attractive and seeing and especially hearing Raphael during sex does turn him on, he also needs a good amount of physical stimulation, which he sometimes forgets because he’s more focused on making Raphael feel good. This is mainly only an issue because he kinda needs a boner to fuck Raphael. But also Raphael at some point implies that Mio might not find him attractive enough. (More on that below.) (Also I should mention I don’t have a dick and don’t know anyone with a dick I can ask dick related question. If anything here is inaccurate it’s because Mio is an elf, their dicks just work differently, ok?)

BDSM Part 1

(Ok so I think people in Faerûn know what BDSM is (there’s a dominatrix in the game, after all) but probably call it something different. To keep things simple I’ll call it BDSM and use BDSM related terms. Also wanna mention that I don’t have a lot of BDSM experience and might get some things wrong but some of the stuff here is intentionally bad BDSM etiquette, I’m aware of that, it’s part of the story.)

Raphael has only really subbed for Haarlep and doesn’t have much experience with other doms, especially not completely inexperienced ones like Mio. 

Haarlep, as an incubus, has some inherent knowledge when it comes to sex related stuff and they probably picked up some things over the years, especially because they went to a position where they are supposed to leave their partner alive at the end and not just take their soul, which is what incubi usually do. Still, they mostly rely on their instincts and being able to sense if what they’re doing pleases their partner or not.

Raphael is lazy when it comes to sex and doesn’t really bother to try and improve. He’s picked up some new ideas from various erotic novels and is willing to try some new stuff, but doesn’t want to put in much effort to implement these ideas. His partners have rarely complained (he’s fine in bed, not great but not so bad anyone in their right mind would dare complain). He doesn’t care that much what Haarlep thinks about his skills in bed and Mio doesn’t have anyone to compare him to.

He wants Mio to become his dom for several reasons. Haarlep is getting lazy with their scenes because they’re bored and just do things they’ve already done a hundred times, not bothering to come up with something new. Raphael wants to have sex with someone who is actually attracted to him and he also hopes that Mio will have some new ideas. He of course knows that Mio has no experience in that area. And he likes that Mio has to essentially change his own more submissive nature just to please Raphael.

Raphael also, somewhat subconsciously, wants Mio to be his dom because Mio is not dominating by nature. He would have been less likely to ask someone to become his dom when they are also dominant outside of the bedroom. While he likes to be occasionally challenged, he would be hesitant to let someone like this put him in a vulnerable position and would perceive this kind of person as a threat. With Mio, he doesn’t have to worry about that because he knows that Mio is only pretending to be dominating, and only because Raphael wants him to.

Raphael gives Mio very little instructions, basically just telling him he can do whatever he wants with Raphael and he will let Mio know when he doesn’t like something. This puts a lot of pressure on Mio and despite Raphael’s assurance he’s still very afraid of messing this up. As inspiration on what to do, Raphael gives Mio some erotic novels.

Mio has a hard time being dominant because it’s so different from their usual dynamic. As Raphael’s pet, he’s always the one getting orders and he just has to follow them and everything will be fine. Now he suddenly has to come up with things for Raphael to do, while also having to make sure that it’s something that Raphael would actually like to do. They haven’t had sex very often yet and since Raphael won’t just tell him what he likes, it’s completely on Mio to make sure that the sex is enjoyable for Raphael. And on top of that, he needs to make sure he gets a boner so he can actually fuck Raphael.

Mio suggests they do something that is essentially roleplay, so that it doesn’t feel like he’s commanding and hurting his owner. Raphael likes this idea because he’s a theater kid, but also because in this roleplay he can be more of a brat, which is what he usually prefers but has avoided so far because he knows Mio wouldn’t want to continue if Raphael shows reluctance.

Raphael introduces the idea of a safeword, although he doesn’t call it that. While Raphael knows about this kind of stuff (roleplaying, safewords etc.) he doesn’t want to just tell Mio about it and let him think he came up with it. He kinda wants Mio to think what they’re doing is special and new and all their own ideas.

With Haarlep, Raphael never really did aftercare. That’s not because Haarlep is a bad dom, but because Raphael doesn’t need aftercare. He’s a cambion, and in addition to their physiological differences to mortals, they also have psychological differences. Raphael might be exhausted or filthy after a scene, but he doesn’t need to cuddle or get some refreshments. He takes a bath and maybe a nap because he likes to and has the time and resources. But he could just as well go back to work and be fine. He knows about the concept of aftercare but isn’t aware that he doesn’t need it because he’s a cambion, he instead thinks that that’s something some subs need and it doesn’t occur to him that doms might need aftercare too. However, this doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t benefit from aftercare or wouldn’t enjoy it. But at this point he hasn’t ever tried it and sees no reason to bring it up to Mio.

They kinda do at least some aftercare by accident. They cuddle afterwards, Mio asks if what he did was good and if Raphael liked it and they might bathe together. Raphael assumes this is because Mio likes to cuddle, wants feedback to improve and of course they bathe because they just got sweaty and they might as well do it together. It doesn’t occur to him that Mio might do these things because he needs physical affection, assurance that he did a good job and to spend time with Raphael back in their usual dynamic of Mio being Raphael’s pet. Mio himself isn’t aware that he needs these things either, he just kinda does them on instinct and because Raphael lets him. He’s never heard of aftercare and so he doesn’t know that they should do these things after every scene, or that he might need even more.

They don’t talk much about their scenes beforehand, other than what Raphael needs to know for the set-up of a roleplay. Raphael explains it’s because it would ruin the surprise for him and he finds it more exciting when he doesn’t know what’s going to happen. This puts all the work on Mio, who not only has to come up with the scenes but also make sure they go in the right direction. If Raphael does something unexpected (because he doesn’t know what Mio had planned) Mio has to improvise. Mio doesn’t feel like he can just stop the scene and tell Raphael that they’re going off script, he thinks he has to make sure that things go the way he’s planned or change things on the spot to please Raphael.

Raphael also doesn’t want Mio to ask Haarlep for help or advice, except for specific, pre-approved instances. He says it’s because if Haarlep teaches him he’s just going to end up with the same skills and knowledge as them, and then Raphael might as well keep sleeping with Haarlep. This keeps Mio from potentially seeking out other resources of information, so relies heavily on the erotic novels Raphael gave him (which aren’t always accurate) and what little information Raphael gives him directly.

To summarize: Raphael is shit at BDSM, partly intentional (keeps Mio from seeking out good resources, doesn’t do research himself), partly unintentional (he just isn’t aware that mortals like Mio have different needs than cambions when it comes to sex).

(Ok from here on there are some heavy spoilers for my fic. But that stuff is really far in the future, literally months from now at the rate I’m currently publishing lol)

Raphael (unintentionally) gets the idea in Mio’s head that if he doesn’t take care of his erection issues he might stop having sex with him. This causes Mio to secretly do something dumb (I don’t want to spoil the details) and the incident gets Haarlep involved. They realize how much of a trainwreck the whole situation is. They have a talk with Raphael and basically tell him if he wants to keep Mio around for longer and not have him be an anxious mess he has to change some things. Raphael does want to keep Mio and wants him to be his dom, so he agrees to hear Haarlep out and take their advice.

Mio’s sexuality

(While I think that terms, or equivalents, like Hetero-, Bi-, Homosexuality etc., exist in Faerûn, I think that’s something only scholars would use and the general population just says “Oh I’m into guys/women/everyone.” and don’t use labels as much.)

Because of the incident Haarlep sits Mio down and they have a talk. Haarlep explains to Mio what erectile dysfunction is, that’s not uncommon with mortals and that he can use potions for it or that he can just use a dildo or strap-on instead of his actual dick to fuck Raphael.

However, Haarlep thinks that that’s maybe not what’s going on. They ask Mio a bunch of questions:

What kind of people is he attracted to? Men and women equally, he probably has a preference for tall races (elves, humans etc.) but has noticed that he sometimes likes dwarves when they have a very stylish beard (Sidenote, I think in a world like DnD with different races it’s not uncommon to have a racial preference, the same way someone might prefer brunettes over blondes). 

What does he think about when masturbates? He doesn’t know, he almost never masturbated when he lived with his parents and now that he has sex pretty regularly he doesn’t have the need to. 

Does he find Raphael attractive? Yes, of course! 

What does he find attractive about him? His face and wings and horns. The way he sounds when Mio makes him moan. His voice. The way he dresses.

Does thinking about Raphael right now turn him on? Yes? Maybe?

Has he ever felt that way about other people? Probably, but he can’t really think of anyone right now.

Haarlep also changes into a bunch of different people, asking Mio how he feels about them. Mio says to some of these forms that he finds them attractive but none of them really turn him on.

Finally, Haarlep says they think they know what’s going on. Mio is like, you know what’s wrong with me? Haarlep assures him that there isn’t anything wrong with him, he just feels none or very little sexual attraction compared to most other people (He’s asexual, but Haarlep doesn’t know that word) and that he might have mistaken finding people attractive with sexual attraction. They also think that Mio just doesn’t get aroused easily. That doesn’t mean he can’t have sex or that he can’t enjoy it, though! 

Haarlep explains that you can have sex without having an orgasm, that that doesn’t need to be the end goal. They ask if Mio would still want to have sex with Raphael even if he doesn’t come. Mio says yes, absolutely, he never really cared that much about it anyways and it might make things easier, especially if he can just use toys instead. He really likes having sex with Raphael and thinks he might enjoy it even more if he doesn’t have to worry about getting an erection and can just focus on making Raphael feel good.

(Haarlep has suspected that Mio is ace for a while because they, as an incubus, can feel people’s arousal and when they are attracted to someone. They just hadn’t had a reason to bring it up, since Mio enjoyed sex with Raphael regardless.)

Haarlep is like, great, now we just need to explain this to Raphael! Mio is a bit scared about how Raphael will take this but Haarlep assures him they’ll take care of it.

They bring Raphael into the conversation and explain the whole ace thing, making sure that Raphael understands that Mio still wants to have sex with him. They explain that Mio getting an instant boner whenever Raphael wants him to has always been unrealistic, he’s not an incubus, he doesn’t have control over his body like that. They can still have plenty of fun with toys and Mio not coming at the end doesn’t mean he doesn’t like Raphael or doesn’t find him attractive.

(Special shout-out to this post by @/tavyliasin about asexuality and Raphael, it helped me find some of the terms I used here!)

BDSM Part 2

Then Haarlep gives Raphael a lecture about how much of an idiot he is for not doing his research and not even giving Mio proper aftercare! Raphael argues that he’s the sub and he’s never needed aftercare, to which Haarlep counters that he also doesn’t need to eat or sleep because he’s not mortal, he has different needs from Mio and also, doms need aftercare too!

They basically have a long conversation about all the stuff Raphael and Mio have been doing wrong and how they can fix it. Haarlep emphasizes that they are also not an expert on long-term BDSM relationships with mortals, and that Raphael should find someone with more knowledge on this. Or, barring that, at least get some actually useful books on the topic, and not just semi-realistic erotica.

Raphael reluctantly agrees that Haarlep might have a point and agrees to get Mio some better sources of information. He still doesn’t really want to put in much work himself but is willing to at least learn the basics and talk more with Mio about how they want to do things.

They slowly figure things out. Raphael gets Mio books about BDSM and he gets a lot of ideas he probably wouldn’t have come up with on his own. The books are mostly focused on mortal races though, so they still have to figure some stuff out on their own in regards to Raphael being a cambion and having different needs. Mio is allowed to practice some things with Haarlep and ask them for advice (as long as it doesn’t involve sex) and it helps him be more confident when he does things with Raphael later. For example, he practices bondage on Haarlep and can then tie up Raphael much quicker and easier when he does it in a scene.

Mio really enjoys coming up with different scenarios and ways to please Raphael and there’s little Raphael isn’t willing to at least try. Raphael still lets Mio come up with scenes, because the few times he tries it they end up way too long and complicated. (Instead of a simple BDSM scene he writes a three act play, and even he can admit that might be a bit much.) But they go over the rough structure of the scenes before they do them and Raphael knows what he needs to do during the scene to get to where Mio wants them and can give feedback beforehand if necessary.

They solve the “Raphael wants to be surprised” problem by having Mio come to Raphael with a bunch of ideas every once in a while and Raphael telling him if he likes them or not or what he’d want to change. Then Mio uses these ideas during scenes without Raphael knowing exactly when they will happen.

Raphael also realizes that he’s really used to Haarlep being able to intuit what he needs, he learns that he needs to actually tell Mio when he’s in the mood for something specific, ideally some time before they do a scene so that Mio has enough time to both mentally and physically prepare for it.

Sometimes Mio comes up with ideas that he needs a third person for and Raphael eventually allows Haarlep to join them for these kinds of scenes. Haarlep is pretty happy about this, as it’s different from what Raphael and them have been doing.

There are a few things that Mio won’t or simply can’t do and when Raphael has a need for these things he will still go Haarlep. Mio doesn’t have a problem with Raphael continuing to sleep with Haarlep, although he does get a bit jealous when Raphael sleeps with other people. (Keep in mind that Raphael still owns Mio though, they are not in an equal relationship, so Mio can’t forbid Raphael from having sex with anyone.)

Regarding aftercare, they pretty much keep doing what they’ve being doing so far (cuddle, talk about the scene, maybe bathe together) but they also find that Raphael likes to just relax for a few minutes when they’re done with a scene and that Mio likes to praise him for doing well during this time. Mio also likes to be the one to clean Raphael, which he usually does himself when they’re just casually bathing together. Mio often sleeps in Raphael’s bed after a scene, Raphael might take a nap but since he doesn’t need sleep he’s generally gone before Mio wakes up again.

Also, if the scene involves Raphael bleeding (Raphael is both a sadist and a masochist, so he loves it when Mio hurts him) Mio needs him to take a healing potion after and wash the blood of Raphael himself. Raphael would prefer to let it heal naturally (he heals pretty quickly as a cambion) because he wants the pain to last longer but understands that this is something Mio needs to feel comfortable with hurting him to this extent.

Mio ends up really liking:

Dirty talk (loves that he can make Raphael come undone with just his words and likes to both praise and degrade him)

Bondage (loves the way Raphael looks tied up and has a lot of fun coming up with new ways to do so, especially enjoys involving Raphael’s horns, wings and tail)

Dressing Raphael up (Raphael has so many beautiful clothes and Mio loves seeing them on him, also he discovers that Raphael in lingerie gets him really turned on)

Using his strap-on (he gets a magical strap-on that lets him attach anything, especially the variety of dildos they now own. Sex becomes so much easier for Mio with this and Raphael doesn’t complain either once he sees how many dildo options there are)

Using toys (Haarlep relies a lot on their skills and abilities as an incubus, so they used toys pretty sparingly. This means that most toys are also new to Raphael and they both have a lot of fun with them)

Using magic (Mio actually learns magic not for sex related reasons but finds he enjoys finding ways to use newly learned spells in the bedroom)

Receiving oral (Raphael is pretty good with his mouth and it’s one of the few ways that almost always gets Mio off. Raphael also enjoys it, especially when Mio holds him by the horns)

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Ok that’s all I’m gonna write down for now. I honestly thought this was only gonna be like 2-3 pages, can you imagine? I have a lot more I could say about Mio, maybe I’ll make another post in the future. But I also wanna leave some stuff for the fic! Anyway, hope y’all enjoyed reading about my pretty boy Mio <3

[ciaossu-imagines]

Im... Sorry for asking but... Ive had a rough time lately (dad in hospital, posting drama, fanfic troubles,etc.)

And i just wanted to ask if you could do how eric (K-Project) and Hayato (KHR) would try to comfort or cheer up a frind/significant other that is having a really hard time that they can not do anything about.

Please don't be sorry for asking! I'm so, so sorry to hear you've been having a tough time lately and if I can help at all with these headcanons, I consider it a privilege to be able to do so. I hope things get better for you soon!

Eric

Okay, but while I can definitely see Eric not being at all happy about you being stressed out, I don't think he'd get as worked up about it as say, Hayato. Eric's a little bit more accepting of the fact that there are things out there that he just can't fix. He has a little bit of an easier job accepting his limitations, especially since he was so often forced to face the limits of what he could do and what he could control growing up, and that helps him in this situation.

Plain out and out, Eric logically realizes that he can do jack shit about all your troubles. None of them are things he can fix with violence, which is his usual go-to to fix issues. He can't just stab someone and make you happy…come to think of it, he doesn't recall there ever being a time, with you, where he could just stab someone and solve any of your issues and make you happy, so he really should stop defaulting to that solution. Is he actually going to stop making that his go-to, though? No.

I do think Eric does sort of associate gift-giving and doing stuff for people with helping though. That's what makes people happy, right? It's just how his mind works, so I can see him buying you gifts, hoping to put a smile on your face. He stops and gets your favourite take out or snack every time he's out and about. Like, by the end of day two or three of being sad, you are almost drowning in gifts and food because it's all Eric can think of to make you smile.

He'll count each smile he gets out of you as a victory but honestly, the longer you remain stressed, the more on edge he gets and the more he beats himself up, in his head only though, trying his best not to let you realize it, that he can't fix the issues.

He's very likely, when it comes to the fanfic issues and the posting drama, to really not take those as seriously. He'll plain out tell you to fuck other people and their opinions, that other people can fuck off, that fics can wait or bad reviews are bullshit. Eric is very much of the opinion that you rock, you're amazing, and anyone who pisses you off or makes you upset or sad for even a second - they're pieces of shit to him and not even worth the time you're allowing them in your head and he's going to clearly communicate that to you, probably in the crassest possible language he can.

It's going to be your father that gets to Eric the most. He's going to think of that as the biggest issue and though he can't solve it, he's definitely encouraging you to spend as much time with your father as you possibly can. Eric knows he'll never get another second with his parents in this lifetime again, and he knows how hard that knowledge and reality is. He's always asking if you want him to take you over to the hospital, to go visit your father with you, to wait for you while you do.

In the end, Eric's just going to do his best and while he knows he can't fix it for you, he's just content to make you smile or give you a positive experience through the day.

Gokudera

Now, as hinted at during the start of Eric's headcanons, this isn't a situation that Gokudera handles really well. Gokudera is, by his very nature, a 'fixer'. He sees people he loves and cares about facing problems or tough situations and every instinct he has is centered around getting rid of those situations or fixing those problems for them. It's not only just his base nature but a lot more complicated - helping and fixing things for people is a huge part of how he shows his love and care to people, because he's not good at verbally or physically expressing it, but it's also part of what helps Gokudera feel needed, wanted, valuable, and of use to those he cares about and that being needed and of use is essential to his mental wellness, even though it is a very mentally unhealthy way to view things.

Unfortunately, every single thing troubling you cannot just be easily fixed. Some of them can't be fixed at all, like your father's health. Gokudera could show up at the hospital, threaten the doctor's and nurse's into ensuring your father got only the best of care (and definitely wanted to and might have done so) but it doesn't fix your father's actual health problems or take those away. Despite being brilliant, Gokudera isn't a doctor and can't miraculously heal your father. He can't control what people say on the internet, he can't control if there's issues with your fic or if you experience writer's block. And all of that makes him so incredibly pissed off because it makes him feel like he's failing you, like he's worthless.

And as much as I would like to say that Gokudera handles that amazingly, that he knows how he's feeling is on him, that those are his own issues to struggle with and not something you had any part of, that he doesn't even remotely take it out on you, I think pretty strongly that I would be lying by doing so.

Gokudera struggles with his emotions. He feels things really deeply and intensely and he can't always communicate or even understand his own emotions and I do think the emotional stress that comes with that not being able to fix it all for you might sometimes come out in him being snippy or impatient with you. He doesn't mean to be. He doesn't want to be. It's just that sometimes he can't stop himself from doing it because he is feeling everything so intensely and struggles to regulate that rather awful and much too quick temper of his.

He knows he can't do anything about your father and the situation there is so serious that he might actually try to avoid it a little. Unless you bring it up, he doesn't mention it but he will listen to you whenever you need to talk about it. He makes sure flowers and whatever else will bring comfort to your father are brought to his hospital room regularly, and he would go visit your father with you if he knew it would comfort you.

But overall, I do think it's the smaller things he allows his mind to focus on. Where they are issues related to hobbies you have, he might actually pressure you to maybe take a break from, or even give up, those hobbies. He reminds you that hobbies are supposed to make you happy, not stress you out, and if things are making you upset, you can just stop doing them or putting any of your time towards them. It's probably where most of his grumpiness and snippiness would come from, if you didn't do so because you know, in the long run, even with the stressful moments, these are things you love, because Gokudera would see that as you ignoring the best advice he could give you.