#and the lady was like well you can't do that you have to dye it brown first

[ishikawayukis]

bought some hair dye and i'm ready to fuck my hair up (on wednesday)

[smuthospital]

🎃⭐️Texas Chainsaw Massacre x reader⭐️🎃

Art by: Minilev

Premise: You go hiking with a friend and this bitch has the audacity to leave you alone. You end up hitchhiking with some hippies, but their van gets a flat! Oh no! Good thing there's a farmhouse nearby. Maybe they can help

Note: I had this in the drafts for awhile. I decided to whip it out for halloween. Enjoy. Say one thing bad thats not constructive criticism and its a block. Tired of these fucking kids smh. Also, imagine everyone with a soulthern accent

-Dr. Smut

Minors DNI

Warning: Non-Con, side charicter death, mentions of gore, kidnapping, fem reader

"So uh..thanks for picking me up." You say with a nervous smile. You refrain from coughing as the strong smell of marijuana floods your nose. Right now, you're in a classic 70s Volkswagen van, hitchhiking through Texas. Your friend convinced you to go backpacking with her, but a quarterway through, she ditched you to continue the trip with her new boyfriend. Some junky she met at a gas station. You can't exactly turn tail and go home because she took the car, and stranded you in the middle of nowhere so, you had no choice, but to catch a ride with some hippies.

"No prob, sweet cheeks. Anything for a pretty lil' lady like yourself." The driver looks back at you for a moment and winks. You think he may like you. You cringe slightly. "Eddy has a crush on you! Ain't that right, Ed?" A girl next to you wearing a tie-dye crop top pokes Edds back a couple of times. "Well, who wouldn't?" He chuckles. You play with your fingers nervously. You've been driving along a dusty, desolate path through some empty part of Texas for a while now. You've always been perturbed by the idea of Texas. Americans and with their guns and hot temper and all. It seems you may have watched too many scary movies. You haven't seen a soul for miles, let alone a house, just tall grass and more tall grass.

The car suddenly jolts and you're all jostled around. The girl sitting next to you clings to you as the driver slams the brakes. You gasp for air, your heart pounding a mile a minute. "Huh!? W-what the!?" Edd shouts before hopping out to investigate. You cautiously slip out the back and join him. Edd lifts a spiked wire. It's still stuck in the now flat tire. "Some asshole must'a dropped it here while delivering somethin'," he says as he drops it back on the ground. It popped the back tires. You pull out your phone. No service. Of course.

"Do you have any spares?" You ask, hoping to get out of this creepy place. "Unfortunately these are the spares, sweet cheeks." He sighs. "Weren't you supposed to buy more, Ed?" Ann shouts from the window. "This is no time to argue! We have to get help!… Look, There's a farmhouse right there. Let's hope someone's home." He says, walking towards it.

You hesitantly follow them to the creepy house. "I'm gonna check the farm, you two knock on the door." Edd doesn't give anyone time to respond before he walks off. You walk up to the front door and Ann knocks. You feel like you're being watched. You shift from foot to foot nervously. A few minutes pass and no word. Not even a sound. "What the? Where's Edd? If no one was home, he should be back by now!" Ann looks around. You begin feeling incredibly anxious. "Let's go find that idiot," she says and walks off quickly, you follow behind her. You can't leave her to do it by herself so you agree. You walk over to the farm and see…the gate open.

"H..hello?" You call. "E-Edd?"…No response. The two of you cautiously walk into the house. It smells like wood and iron. You see a red smudge on the wall…weird. This is getting scary. "Ann…I think we sh-" You're cut off by a blood-curdling scream from Ann. You quickly go over to the open doorway she's looking at to see a horrific sight. Edd has been cut to pieces. You hold back bile in your throat and grab Ann. "Let's go!" You shout. She snaps out of her trance and follows you to the entryway, only for the two of you to halt in your tracks.

Standing there is a giant, his hulking frame filling the doorway. He's the scariest thing you've ever seen in your life. A mask covers half his face, and in his arms is a chainsaw. You make eye contact with the beast and scream. Ann yanks you deeper into the house, hoping to find an exit. The man follows you, hot on your trail. You see a back door and try to open it, but it's locked. Cassie then barely avoids losing her arm as she dodges the giant.

He hasn't tried to attack you yet. You grab a chair and smash it through a window. You pick up a plant and throw it at the man, who cornered Ann. He's completely unphased, but pauses and looks at you as if to warn you. You toss his warning to the wind and jump on his back. "Ann, go!" You scream. Ann runs towards the window but stops when another man shorter than the man you're currently on top of, smashes a hammer onto her head.

You hear a crack and she falls to the floor, limp. "Ann!" You cry. Your body was then slammed to the floor by the hulking, chainsaw-wielding psychopath. You whimper and crawl backwards. You hit a wall and he lifts his chainsaw towards you. You're thankful It's turned off. You close your eyes and wait for death. You feel the blade lightly touch your collarbone…and then gently move down between your breasts and to the junction between your spread legs…he rubs your thigh with the chainsaw lightly, as if thinking. You look up at him in confusion. He tosses the saw to the side and grabs your face in his large hand. He tilts your head from side to side, examining you.

"Think she's pretty, Tommy?" The man who just attacked Ann asked.

'Tommy', the giant holding your face grunts and nods. You're horrified. Does this monster think you're pretty? "Yeah, I agree, Tommy. Good thing you didn't turn her into dinner… though, I don't think you were gonna. You had your eye on her since their car landed in our road trap." He laughed. Trap!? This was all a setup!? Did he say dinner!? Your head is spinning.

Tommy looped his bur waist arm around your waist and hoisted you up, placing you on his shoulder like you weighed a small sack of potatoes. "H-hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" You shout, pounding your hands on his back, but it doesn't even look like he knows you're hitting him. You hear footsteps and look up to see an old woman looking over at you. “P-please help me” you whimper. She smiles down at you sweetly.

"Well, I do say, you sure found yourself a sweet little thing. Ain't that right, Thomas.” The hulking figure above you grunts in agreement. You cry as you realize she has no intention of helping you in the least. “She has a pretty voice too…Take care of my Tommy, girl!” She warns, glaring down at you. “Tommy. Get'er to pop out a few farmhands, will you?" All blood drains from your face. They…want you to…what? Tommy carries you down into a dark, creepy basement. You almost puke. You see dead bodies hanging from hooks and dismembered limbs and bones strewn about….is that Edd? You're carried down a hallway and into a room. The room is empty besides a dirty mattress in a corner. He throws you on the mattress and begins to undress you immediately.

You scream and try to stop him, but he's just too strong. "P-Please stop!" You cry. Tears flow down your cheeks and you hiccup. Tommy leans down and wipes away your tears, not calming you in the slightest. He strips you down to your bra and panties and takes a good look at you, drinking up your body. You can see the lust in his eyes. He grunts in excitement and removes his bloody apron. You curl your body up and hide yourself from him. He softly strokes your cheek and hugs you like you're a teddy bear. He's oddly gentle, but you feel he's losing patience. He taps your shoulder a few times, silently urging you to show yourself to him. when you don't, his taps become a little harder. He grunts in annoyance. He presses himself into you, trying to get closer. You feel his hard cock through his pants and try to shuffle back.

He grunts in frustration, yanking your arm and knees apart, forcing your body to reveal. You need to do something!…" Please,… don't hurt me, Tommy" He only stares into your eyes. You can see emotions swirl in his eyes before he lets go of you and stomps out of the room. Looks like he's giving you time to cooperate. You bring your hands to your face and sob. You look up. You have to get out of here! You hope to god you can do this. You get up and tip-toe towards the door as quietly as you can. You slowly open it and slide it open just enough for you to fit through, which proves to be quite difficult as it's very heavy. You don't know how the monster did it before.

You continue to quietly make your way down the dark hallway, missing the dark shadow to your side. You try not to look around too much at the carnage before making your way up the stairs. You find the window you previously broke now boarded up. You take a deep breath, preparing to make a run for the front door. You haven't heard anyone yet so you think you're still in the clear. You make it to the front door and just as you're about to try and open it, your body is slammed against the wall, your breath knocked out of you. You cough and groan. You feel dizzy. You look up to see Tommy staring down at you with a look of anger. Was he waiting for you to try to escape?

You grit your teeth before lifting your knee to knee him in the crotch, but he anticipates it and grabs your leg, lifting it. He makes space for himself between your legs and lets his large hands roam your bare midriff and up to your breasts where he proceeds to rip off your bra, revealing your chest to him. You whimper in pain and try to hide yourself, earning yourself a shove into the wall, banging your head slightly.

The corners of your eyes go dark for a few moments. Your head stops spinning when he leans down and slides his tongue up your cheek. His other hand reaches down and roughly grabs at your clothed cunt. He makes sounds of excitement once again. Saying you're terrified would be an understatement. You feel his fingers cup and wiggle around down there, not knowing what to do, but liking the feeling of doing it.

You again try to shove him off as best you can. He grunts in annoyance and moves the hand previously on your chest up to your throat. Your whimpers and please turn into choked gasps and gurgles as he squeezes. He gets even closer and you can feel something hard rub against your lower stomach. "Get her, Tommy, get her!" You hear from behind him. He grunts in response and tears off your underwear. He brings it to his nose and inhales. His eyes roll back a bit as if smelling the most heavenly scent imaginable.

You now realize he's probably never held a woman before and he's completely deprived of any sort of warm human touch. "Common, Tommy, gimme that! You get to have her, the least I should get is her undies!" His brother pleads. Tommy contemplates holding the small bit of cloth in front of him before tossing it back, which his brother catches and desperately presses to his face, moaning into the fabric like it's an oxygen mask.

Tommy grabs your hair and begins dragging you back down to the basement. You scream in pain and grab onto his hand for any relief as you're forced to the ground. "No! Please! Ahh Stop!" You cry out. He drags your naked body down the blood-crusted steps and makes his way back to the room you dread. He tosses you onto the mattress once again. By the time you manage to get up on your knees, you hear a clinking sound and turn to see him undoing his belt.

You crawl into the corner as he gets on his knees before you, his shadow casting over you. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall off. You now know that trying to inflict pain on him is futile. Muscles that scream he could crush you like a soda can. Not only is he as big as a fridge, but he also looks like an off-season pro wrestler. You can see a very prominent bulge struggling to free itself. The size of the tent itself is intimidating.

His eyes lock on yours as he slowly unzips his belt and frees his aching cock. You look away and feel his weight settle on the bed closer to you. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face. He grabs your legs and yanks you beneath him, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his bulbous tip rub up and down your folds. "Please…" Your eyes widen and you trail off as your eyes lower to what's prodding at your cunt. You want to look away, but morbid curiosity wins. It's almost unbelievable. His cock like himself, is too big. It's long, very thick and veiny. It looks like a beer can. You can just tell he's smiling under his mask.

He slowly pushes the tip in. You try to scoot back, but he grips your hips with his massive hands and pushes forward, but fails entry, seeming too big. He grunts in frustration. He tries again, this time managing to push the tip in. You scream. It hurts so bad. "No, y-you're too big!" you gasp, squirming in place. He holds your hips tighter and continues pushing forward, impaling you on his cock, all the way to the base.

Your mind blanks. You're unable to think cohesively. You're in so much pain. He lets out a groan of pleasure and doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size and just starts moving. It feels like your organs are moving around to accommodate his massive size. You look down to see a large bulge in your lower stomach. You whimper and groan as he thrusts. "W-why?" You croak. He looks up at you before lifting your knees, pressing them to your chest and leaning on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him push deeper into your womb, the tip of his cock threatening to push through your cervix. He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, cooing softly to you affectionately while playing with your hair as if to say 'I love you'.

You cry beneath him, moans being forced from your lips as his hips plow into yours. Tommy grabs your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can hear him making happy sounds of some sort between grunts. He suddenly picks you up and gets off the bed with you in his arms, skewering you on his cock. He raises you up and down like a human fleshlight. You uncontrollably moan into his shoulder. His hands grope your ass as he starts to force you up and down faster. It feels good. You can't help but feel shame.

He grunts loudly and forces himself as deep as he can. You whine as you feel a rush of hot cum flow into you. Rope after rope, he fills you up. You feel so hot inside. Your stomach bloats from the sheer volume he fucked into you. He pants and looks at you, rubbing your cheek with his. He slowly lifts you off his cock, cum pouring from your abused cunt before setting you down on the mattress. He covers you with a thick warm blanket and brushes your hair from your face, stroking it with his thumb lovingly. If you knew this was gonna be a one-way trip, you would've brought some pillows.

[haystarlight]

What if mlp characters had Tumblr

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I have a princess conference in the morning but that won't stop me from staying up till 3 am on AO3. Mama needs her bedtime stories

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OP go to sleep or I will eat your crown

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All of you are like "would you fuck your clone?" hypothetically but, in practice, clones are too dumb to give consent and that's the real reason why I didn't sleep with any of my clones when I had the chance

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OP you still have a chance

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It's always "take off the evil amulet! it's corrupting your mind!" and never "oh! you look so pretty in your new amulet!"

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Celestia forbid ladies do anything

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Um, would you guys please stop voting for my boyfriend?

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I take it as a compliment

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I am offended

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Y'all know how some families got a gay cousin and all 'em other cousins are straight? Well mah family's the opposite. Ah don't even think we got a straight cousin!

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Mah sister says we have to assimilate other ponies into our family so the family name don't die out. She would do numbers here

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GUYS I'M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAYS

I've just been on the hospital (again) cause I got zapped by lightning (again)

But I promise I'll update my Daring Do/Reader fic as soon as I can! Thanks for the patience, love you guys!

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It's okay, take your time! I'll just reread the old chapters in the meantime

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NO!!! YOU WILL GO TO SLEEP!!!

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"how are you so good at fashion" well you'd be an expert in fashion too if you'd spent 20 years in the closet

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My sister in Celestia that closet was made of glass

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Nothing like coming back from exhile just to find your bedroom was replaced by a whole ass forest

Some people have no respect for others belongings

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I don't control the growing of the magical forest, bitch

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Rude

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Don't think I forgot about that time in 500 B.E. that you stole my ice cream

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You can't hurt me I have mommy AND daddy issues I'm unstoppable

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OP do you need me to adopt you

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I would love that actually

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*levitates my cat out of the way so I can use the sewing machine, which I need for my job*

my cat: YOU LIFT OPALESCENCE?!?!???! YOU LIFT HER WITH YOUR WICKED SORCERY?!??!!!! YOU ASSERT CONTROL OVER HER WITH YOUR MAGIC?!?!??! OHHHHH!!! MOTHER IS EVIL!!!!!

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I agree with the cat

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Girlfriend is out of town all week so I'm gonna dye my mane and tail green

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WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING

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She's all my self control

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Back in my day we tagged our fanfiction properly. There's a difference between / and & you rufians

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Shut up old lady

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YOU'RE OLDER THAN ME

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Sure, sex is great but does *your* husband help you check all your shipping fanfiction for grammar errors? Didn't think so

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She's everything, he's just Ken

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Happy to be of service 🫡

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[fanfic-writer-and-rambler]

Tim Drake sits at his desk, tossing around a stress ball.

Tim: I should probably be doing work... Five more minutes.

A lady with badly dyed red hair storms into his office and slams her hand on his desk.

Tim: Hey Michaela.

Michaela: Don't 'Hey Michaela' me. It has been a week since you got my brother fired for a few jokes and I demand you hire him back!

Tim: Kylar? I'm not doing that, well I can't, my dad fired him, but I would never have his job reinstated.

Michaela: For a few jokes? Geez.

Tim: Those weren't jokes he was bullying me after he found out I'm bisexual which I felt comfortable enough to let you guys know when you kept asking and 'joking' about my boyfriend Bernard being that and then when I said "He's my boyfriend." Kylar was thrown off by it and started BULLYING me!

Michaela: Get over it, I swear your group is so sensitive over every little joke.

Tim: My group?

Michaela: The alphabet mafia.

Tim: That's not... you know what it stands for. I wasn't being sensitive, he tagged my car and called me a slur.

Michaela: Last time I checked you guys-

Tim: This conversation is so over, turn around, get out of my office before I personally fire you! I can do it too! My dad will be told how you act and he will fire you and mind you he doesn't like you either.

Michaela (scoffs crossing her arms): Figures you'd go to-

Tim, his last straw being broke, gets out of his chair and goes close to Michaela.

Tim: Nope! We're not doing that today! I resisted the urge to report him to my father to save your brother's ass! He kept bullying me, he provoked my brothers and he punched me in the nose! I tried to not escalate this, but he escalated it! He brought that on himself much like you decided to dye your hair redder than a tomato and thought 'Yup this looks nice. Nobody will think it looks stupid and it doesn't fit how shit my personality is'.

Michaela (offended): Everybody loves my hair!

Tim: There's a group chat that disagrees. I get you and your brother think the LGBTQ is something that should be suppressed to make you two feel better about how crappy your love lives are, that you don't get that people being into the same sex won't affect you, and that you think we have low standards that you worry we might flirt with you, which will never happen, but this is my life and I'm happy with who I am! It is not my fault your brother is a homophobic ass! Now leave my office or you'll be filing for unemployment with him!

Michaela (the cockiness she had drained from her as she meekly speaks): Okay, geez.

Michaela speedily walks out while Stephanie had been peeking and evasdropping. She walks in and pats Tim on the back.

Stephanie: I'm proud of you bro. Need me to slash her tires though?

Tim (breathing with relief): No I don't want you to get arrested. What are you doing here?

Stephanie: It's lunch time and I wanted to treat.

Tim: Aww that's so sweet thanks.

Stephanie: You're welcome, honestly you earned yourself a dessert as well. Let's go.

[sanctus-ingenium]

heya! I'm wondering, from where do you reference clothing for your art pieces? (Specifically for Inver!) I enjoy the outfits you draw your characters in

hii so for the fancier victorian-era outfits i used a whole bunch of sources but among them the metropolitan museum costume collection, this is a great online gallery of historical costume that you can search by era. you can also find illustrated fashion plates from the era to get a sense of how people styled the outfits, facial hair, accessories etc. here's one for hats i used. i also followed the twitter account WikiVictorian which.. due to new twitter policies you can't view accounts while not logged in, but it looks like they have a pinterest and also instagram?? anyway great resource, posted a lot of dresses, furniture, and historical recipes with sources & context.

(cut for length)

but those dresses and stuff are for the upper classes. For ordinary people i just googled what I knew every old lady wears: shawls

this is a galway shawl which is like. THE thing every single person wore back in the day and if you check out the wiki page it's a great reference for what patterns & dyes would have been used. from there you can find historical photos. i love photos like this which show a whole scene in context with people from multiple generations hanging out (yooo check out the Sparch in the background!!). now I know this isn't 1860s stuff, but the fact is that fashion doesn't move so fast for people like Clarion who live on a farm and have to make their simple clothing items last for a lifetime or more.

for the military outfits I mainly just googled 'military outfit 1860s' and iterated (groundbreaking). for things to be accurate i tried to pick reference illustrations drawn during the era.

i figure you might mean specifically the ancient Inver stuff so for them I used a lot of old illustrations and stuff from art history class in school. this era is more in the region of the 1500s. here is a kind of kitchy site which nonetheless has real-life examples of some of the clothing i drew. this painting is in my list of references (sorry for the stock image link but it's one of the nicest online reproductions of it) and you can see the guys on the right wearing the same léine that i've drawn Finbarr in. once you know the time period & what the various outfit components are called you can search them more easily. now the headdress i've drawn Finbarr wearing (Olivier wears it as well!) is in fact a real thing, it's the Petrie crown broken in half.

the crown is not of the same era as the other outfits because i'm not so interested in historical accuracy as much for these guys (booo).

for Olivier I searched for old French armour from the same historic era as Finbarr, I know less about the history of Brittany so kind of just copied what I saw with some small alterations (because he wears werewolf armour, which is not a thing irl).

[hopepetal]

Hi I heard about the slightest possibility of Boatem buttercups and just decided to write a tiny thing with it. Short bc I don't have the time or wrist health to write more but I love them ok

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“I still think the dye was a little much,” Pearl commented as she wove flowers together with a masterful hand, “I mean, you're just stealing Jimmy's aesthetic at this point, aren't you?”

Grian huffed softly, rolling his eyes. “I'm showing team spirit, Pearl. And besides, you did...” He gestured toward her wings– feathered and shining a harvest gold. “...whatever that is, to your wings! That's way more than I did!”

“Should I have dyed my hair?” Mumbo asked, glancing up at the two siblings. “I mean, if you two are, well, so spirity...”

Impulse shrugged. “I already have yellow on me, so I think I'm good.”

Scar looked up from where he was helping Mumbo weave his own flower crown. “Well, I think you both look amayzin'. Just like real buttercups! Though Pearl, I'd love to know what sort of illusion magic you used for the whole look.” His eyes seemed to sparkle as he beamed. “I'm a curious man, you know!”

Pearl laughed, shaking her head. “A lady never reveals her secrets.”

“That's just unfair,” Grian muttered, “why do you get to keep secrets?”

Impulse smirked. “I think the better question is, why can't you?”

Grian shot him a glare. “I keep more secrets than you know!”

“Sure thing, poultry man.”

Grian squawked, and the rest of the Boatem Buttercups burst out laughing. “That's unfair, I've only told you four!”

Pearl set down her flower crown, raising her eyebrow. “After half of us found out on our own?”

Grian grumbled, going back to working on his flower crown. “You're all so mean to me.”

Scar laughed, reaching out and patting Grian's shoulder. “Aww, G, we don't mean it. I didn't know you were poultry man!”

Mumbo gave him a quizzical look. “Weren't you the first person–?”

“Nope!” Scar interrupted cheerfully. “Oh, Mumbo, you want to do it like this–” He went back to helping Mumbo with his flower crown.

Pearl hummed softly as she continued to make her crown, giving pointers when asked. Finally, upon finishing, she placed it on Impulse's head with a smile. “There ya go!”

Impulse chuckled, and gave Pearl the crown he'd been working on. “Just in time, apparently.”

Grian placed his flower crown on Mumbo's head, and Scar placed his on Grian. Finally finishing with his own crown, Mumbo gently set the crown he made on Scar's head.

“Perfect! Now we're all really the buttercups,” Grian declared.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my mom that if she can't say something nice, don't say anything at all and if she's gonna say it, say it to their face?

My mom has this oh so charming/s habit of making rude, unprovoked comments about the physical appearance of strangers but specifically says it out of earshot of the person. One specific incident put me over the edge, but she's done this several times. Some general examples include making rude comments about fat/plus sized women wearing crop tops and/or short shorts. (Ironic, considering we are both plus-sized) Or commenting about how fucked up a stranger's dye job is, when they 100% did not ask.

She always makes these sort of comments well out of earshot of the people she's criticizing and I am willing to bet that if someday someone heard her and called her out and told her to repeat herself, she would fold immediately. I think it's completely normal to have rude thoughts, but it is unnecessary to say them out loud and if you DO say it, say it loud enough for the person to hear.

Today it sent me over the edge for some reason when she kept making rude comments about a lady who was minding her own business and loading her groceries into her car, but she dared to do that while having tattoo sleeves. So I told her that the woman did not ask, I did not ask and if she can't find something nice to say, don't say it at all. She doubled down, saying some weird sexist shit about how women shouldn't have tattoos at all, especially not visible ones and it makes her look like a cheap whore. About a complete stranger who was just putting her groceries in her car. I told her to go over there and say all of that to that woman's face or don't say it at all and that she was being rude and disrespectful to a stranger who was minding her own business, living her life.

Now my mom is mad at me. I don't think I was wrong for calling her out though. The argument was probably pointless and redundant, since I've tried several times over the years to convince her to stop voicing her rude opinions about strangers and keep them to herself. You can tell how well that worked.

[foptbw]

Timmy: Disclaimer I knoooow my notes have mispellings. I wrote it when I was frustrated and upset and mad! And sometimes words get all messed up when I'm scribbling down it too fast if that makes sense. Please don't make too much fun of me! I'm just so frustrated by this whole Odd Neighbors situation! Why do they like her more than me? Why? Why? Why? Anyway I know the Odd Neighbors are SOOOOOO weird. Even someone else mentioned even if Chester was right and they were on vacation for 10 thousands of days that would mean it would be 28 YEARS! Trust me guys the Odd neighbors do NOT look like they could be old enough to have gone on vacation for 28 years not unless they were like 5 to 10 when they went on vacation and is that even going on vacation? As for them never saying anything about hair dye, they have actually never even spoken to me! Even though I KNOW they had introduced themselves to The Wells! Thats not fair! They talk to the Wells but not me! And Mr and Mrs Wells don't even find their hair weird. Like its normal for people to just have pink and green hair even though they made comments bout my hair. Its just like how no one never ever notices how its weird for Blue lady and man to be blue! I've tried cornering the Odd Neighbors so many times but they always disappear like magic! Like as if they can turn invisible or into some item to hide from me! The only time it doesn't happen is when they are with that girl. But, I can't try to talk to them when they are with her. I'm positive they are fairies or possibly connected to my fairy parents. Fairies have a lot of connections with humans in different lore. The only time they ever let down their guard is with that girl! But I don't wannnnna try to talk to them when SHES around! I can't, I can't, I just can't do it. I'd be like Crocker. I'll never ever be like Crocker. Never ever. I don't care about fairies magic. I just… I just wanna find my family. I just want to know why I never fit in with humans. In stories fairies sometimes leave their children with humans. And changelings are often misunderstood and don't fit in with humans because they aren't humans. If I'm a changeling it would explain why my human parents thought they were going to have a daughter but had a son. Maybe THEIR real child was a daughter? It would explain why they never loved me. Why they never cared. It wouldn't be their fault. How can you blame humans for being unable to love a changeling? In stories changelings are often unable to be loved by their human parents. If I was a changeling than that means it wouldn't be my fault my fairy parents left. Maybe they had to leave. Maybe it wasn't safe for me and they thought making me a changeling would be better. But… if they ARE fairies and they ARE my fairy parents maybe they are avoiding me because I did something wrong. Maybe I did something and now they hate me? Or maybe when they came to check on my progress they were disappointed by me? If they are my fairy parents why do they like that girl but avoid me? What makes her better than me? Is it because she's a girl? Is it because she's cuter than me? Is it because she's normal? Or maybe I'm just unlovable? Too much trouble than I'm worth? Not good enough?

[punkeropercyjackson]

Ages ago @floof-ghostie sent me an saying 'I'm humbly asking for Perlex headcanons🤲' but my inbox got piled up so now i can't find it :/ Thankfully i remember it clear as day so here's your Perlex food Sola!!

We got an New York raised monoracial afro-dominicano and a San Francisco raised blasian(chinese)dominicana.They're both audhd dyslexic and bptsd,punk,femmes in ways that come across as masc to normies and share the same yet opposite personality and life experiences.Match made in Elysium and not to kiss my own fat ass but i'd pay to watch a black love movie about that

Their nicknames for eachother are 'Blue' and 'Bubbles' and 'Princesa Azul' and 'Strawberry Pop' are added on when they finally end up together.'Blue' duh,'Bubbles' Lex has a boba tea addiction,'Princesa Azul' 'Principe Azul' translates to both 'Blue Prince' and 'Prince Charming' and 'Strawberry Pop' Lex is bubbly and sweet and so fucking pink and they met on the strawberry fields when Lex made blue strawberries with their Demeter kid powers for Percy when he jokingly asked

Gf who is so babydoll x Bf who is so trans gamer girl

Lex is pint-sized but thick(think Fionna Campbell)and Percy is a tank transfem.4'11 vs 6'4

Both sweet tooth people but Percy's favorite flavor is bluestrawberries and Lex's is cotton candy,fast food is a love language for them and they learned to make chinese fast food together and they're burger lovers-Percy loves double cheese burgers while Lex loves loaded burgers and they even eat the same ones together like The Lady and The Tramp😭

Lex has a 2000s Barbie flip phone they use exclusively for Percy and Percy only lets Lex touch his gaming equipment because they're special :3

Percy's love of blue is only rivaled by Lex's love of pink and they buy/make eachother goods in their fave colors

Percy does have their own unique style but they took inspo from Lex's ultimate earthy black aesthetic(by which i mean their mom is literally fuckin' DEMETER and they're her strongest mortal kid)subcounciously.There's leans into the type of darker/muter bohemian and traditional afropunk that gets confused for goth by normies

Lex on their end looks like a punk Polly Pocket and has been dressing pastel punk/solarpunk since freshman year Goode High by Rachel's helping hand.When dating started,they got Percy to participate in their femmehood and he became their gnc af bi boyfriend until The Krak(and not en)

They diy'd her estrogen,lended her their clothes she refused not to wear even though they didn't fit and did her iconic black base with a white streak mermaidcore dye job for her in an intimate moment where Percy gripped Lex's waist tightly in dysphoria at possibly looking ridicilous and they reassured her with compliments,gestures and kisses to her face

They hate regular books but love comic books and were insecure about being stupid over it until they met and bonded over it

Lex has a flavored lipgloss collection with a huge variety of increasingly out there flavors and a couple of them were gifts from Percy.NIGGA THINKS HE'S SLICK LMAOOOOOOO but yeah they make out so often

Percy has the cocky flirty punk dude thing going on but it's a Lex exclusive.You couldn't have threatend him into doing that with Annabeth and not just because she'd beat his ass for it.But back on topic,this is the type i was picturing,Perlex core:

The Outcast Godlings relathionships graph:Nico and Percy are canon compliant up until Hoo where there were no retcons so they're closer than ever,Lex briefly met Nico when Percy was showing him around camp and grew lavenders to hand to him and sweetly asked him to be nice to Percy and he happily agreed and later they found him sobbing his heart out in the mess hall's kitchen over Bianca joining The Hunters so they offered to be his new big sister and he accepted and they chugged strawberry milk tea together,the three of them rebuilt their connection inbetween Botl and Tlo,Hazel instantly approached Lex in Moa's Argo || landing on New Rome as Percy had been yapping about them ever since he bit into a Camp Jupiter strawberry that didn't taste quite the same for some reason he couldn't remember just yet that made sadness he didn't understand wash over him and invited them to the cat cafe for coffee and chatting and kitty playing and they were besties by the end of their visit and fell into Tartarus together as opposed to Percy and Annabeth and the four of them are best friends,the Dead Sea Siblings are legally siblings by Sally's post-Boo Nico and Hazel adoption,Lex is Nico and Hazel's big sister figure and Perlex are the Team Parents aka Sea Dad and Plant Mom

Nico and Hazel are punk kids and baby afrogoths who were radicalized by their punk pseudo-parents and mentors.They taught them all about actual punk culture and never let them set a foot in Hot Topic in favor of diy lessions and they all go on petty crime sprees and tagging together and ofc charity events and once the kids aren't kids anymore,they're comfortable bringing them to riots and protests too.The Outcast Godlings are well-known on the underground NY parties and shows scene and have adventures and episodic drama with it and they frequent marts for shoplifting and poc owned food trucks for paying.The skatepark is a hot spot for them too,Lex and Nico are rollerbladers and Percy and Hazel are skaters(like mother,like son,like father,like daughter)and they go thrifting a lot

They also go out for froyo every sunday as family bonding.Percy's flavor is blue raspberry and her toppings are gummy bears and rainbow sprinkles,Nico's flavor is vanilla and oreo pieces and his toppings are gummy bears once in a blue moon,Hazel's flavor is strawberry and her toppings are chocolate chips and cookie dough and sometimes fruity pebbles and Lex's flavor is s'mores and strawberry caramel swirl and their toppings are cookie dough and boba pearls.Whenever Perlex have a froyo date they get cotton candy with brownie bits and m&m's.The four of 'em also frequent the local cat cafe and are the only reason it's still in bussiness and actually helped it's publicity once by putting Percy in a cat fursuit and Lex in a catgirl maid outfit(Nico and Hazel have blackmail photos saved on Hazel's camera)

They're so autistic about video games of all kinds,from indie,to the classic Pokemon and Animal Crossing,to time management,to tamagotchis and unironically do 'gamer couple' things

Percy has a special sparkly sunflower hair charm to represent Lex he saves for special occasions(like their wedding)and Lex is a clothes thief as Percy's sea salt scent and portable heater ahh temperature is comforting

Matching Ichigo Kurosaki and Orihime Inoue/Ichihime secondhand figures,matching Bubbline icons on The Second Argonauts group chat and matching Flutterdash synergy

Also Percy's username is 'Blue with no Clues',Lex's 'Pink Hot Girl Breaker',Nico's is 'Oreos Lessreos' and Hazel's is 'Princess of The Underworld and Nunya'

Lex wears the one pink hibicius flower in your hair look for subliminal messaging

They also remind Percy of Brandy's Cinderella aka his first ever fictional crush(*subliminal messaging intensifies*)

Mixtapes,homemade pins and patches for the other's battle jacket,sharing energy drinks,carving love messages into barks,Lex playing the kalimba as Percy's head lays in their lap

Percy's piercings are an eyebrow piercing,forward helix on both ears,a spider bite and a tongue ring and Lex's piercings are industrials on both ears,a lip ring,a belly button ring and an eyebrow piercing

Teezo Touchdown bf x Frank Ocean gf.Uuhh and Pink + White are Perlex songs

As are Blue Dream by Jhené Aiko,Strawberry Mentos by Leanna Firestone,Self-Love but the pearl nightcore cover specifically,Fairy Type Girl by Yunglex,Kool by Meet Me @ The Altar,Eres from Soy Luna,Somewhere only we know by Keane,Head above water by Roll for it aaaaaand Cheeseburger Family by Jack Stauber's Micropop is an Outcast Godlings bonus!!

Their biokids are a girl named after Sally who goes by Sal because she's a tomboy and looks almost exactly like Percy but with Lex's eyes,followed by Theodoros aka Theo,Xiomar,Penelope aka Penny and the twins Helena and Rosabela

[thinkingotherwise]

I decided to publish the short stories about Basen that I had on my WIP list, for a long, long time, and I'm not sure I'll finish writing out the whole fic.

Basen x Fem! Seamstress! reader

First meeting HC and short stories

HC of some first interactions between the two as well as some bg info

(Y/n) BG info

(Y/n)'s very pretty and quickly catches the attention of nearby people with her light purple kimonos and gentle smile.

Because of her working mostly for Verdigris House, she knows a lot of things when it comes to conducting conversations and pleasing other people.

Inside her home, she's very disorganised and usually wears clothes with ink stains, because of her drawing new dresses. She has many pieces of materials and clothing, which are the only things that seem to be organised in her room.

She is often seen to be carrying a tube for her designs and/or a new dress in a pretty package.

She's not super strong that she could fight someone but she is strong enough to carry the materials she needs and she is agile and quick enough to run away if in trouble.

She's easily flustered and her cheeks are warm almost all the time. She doesn't wear makeup. Of course, like in Maomao's case the Madam from Verdigris wants her to be a courtesan but she disagrees, she thinks she's not pretty enough and has almost no tolerance for alcohol.

She prefers creating dresses and kimonos for other people.

She tries to be nice and kind to everyone she meets but if someone disrespects her she won't hold herself back to tell them off. She spends most of her money on new materials and clothes and with the rest she tries to help some people, that can't afford food or medicine.

Her father works at the police while her mother helps taking care of her siblings's children. Her father is very protective of his only daughter but hesitantly agrees to let her work as a seamstress for Verdigris.

MaoMao and (Y/n)

Maomao and (Y/n) are friends, as both girls while working at Verdigris met up and talked about different things usually about plants that can dye the fabrics or make the texture different.

(Y/n) is slightly older than Maomao, so whenever they meet she worries about the younger girl, especially after knowing how the apothecary tests poison on herself.

(Y/n) is sometimes called (N/n) as a term of endearment by those close to her: Maomao, the Three Princesses, Madam, and her family. She gets flustered when someone else calls her that, she especially flushes when someone she finds attractive calls her that.

First meeting

Basen was waiting for Maomao to be her attendant for another poison-connected task. When the apothecary finally appeared he turned towards the carriage but didn't notice the girl rushing with a tube and package in tow and bumped into her making her fall.

Maomao instantly recognised the girl and helped her get up while collecting the package as the girl grabbed the tube.

"(N/n), what are you doing here? Are you rushing to Verdigris?" Maomao asked.

The older girl wiped the dirt from her kimono and turned happily to her friend.

"Maomao, I'm happy to see you. No, I've just bought the new materials and can't wait to get to work on this new kimono that I thought of." She smiled brightly and took a good look at the shorter girl.

"You look happy, is it a new poison?" (Y/n) asked and Maomao happily nodded and wanted to talk but a cough cut her off.

"I- I see. Then Maomao you can come visit me in my workshop after you're finished. I'm sorry for stopping you Sir, have a nice day." (Y/n) said quickly and turned in the direction she was going quickly running to her workshop.

"Apothecary, we need to go. I don't have time for your chit-chats. I'm sorry Lady (N/n) but we must be on our way." Basen said firmly.

The older girl immediately flustered when she heard him call her by the nickname. She stared at him taking in his pretty eyes and good figure.

Maomao giggled at the same time knowing well enough why her friend was so flustered.

Getting to know his name

Basen followed the girl with his gaze before turning back to the apothecary who was grinning widely.

"Get in." He told her motioning towards the carriage and sat beside her.

"Master Jinshi, Sir Gaoshun, this is my friend (Y/n). She's working as a seamstress mostly for Verdigris."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Master Jinshi, Sir Gaoshun. I'm thankful you're taking such good care of Maomao."

"Wait, I thought her name was (N/n)." Basen asked confused as his gaze moved to (Y/n).

The girl flushed at that and shook her head before turning towards the younger male.

"That's a nickname of sorts that my family and friends call me."

He blushed after hearing that and bowed down.

"I apologize for calling you that, Miss (Y/n)."

Gaoshun raises his brow at the conversation between the two and Maomao grinned.

"It's fine. In return, you can tell me your name." She smiled softly at him pointing the fact that all this time he hadn't introduced himself.

"Aah.. my name is Basen, I'm the second son of Gaoshun and attendant of Master Jinshi."

"It's nice to officially meet you Basen."

A little private cliche moment

"So you're a seamstress? Isn't your father a police officer?"

A voice called and (Y/n) turned towards the purple-haired male.

"Yes, I sew kimonos mostly for the courtesans but I had some made for other officials as well. As for my father, yes he works in the police."

"Miss (Y/n), what are you doing here?" A voice called behind the girl making her startled.

"Whaa-" The seamstress fell down the ladder as the male voice surprised her.

She closed her eyes before meeting the floor but all she heard was a grunt and she felt something holding her tightly. (Y/n) opened her eyes to be met with Basen who flushed under her gaze but his hold on her stayed and she slowly relaxed in his arms leaning against his chest.

"Sir Basen, you surprised me. What are you doing here?" She questioned and he sighed before responding.

"Master Jinshi is asking for your presence"

The seamstress's eyes glimmered at the mention of the rear court and she shivered at the possibility of her sewing a dress that would be worn by someone there. Basen felt the girl shiver in excitement and smiled seeing her gleaming eyes.

"Oh, did something happen to Maomao? Why would he need me?" (Y/n) asked slightly worried for her friend.

"The apothecary is good, don't worry. It's something about a dress for someone in the rear court, that's all I know."

"Well then, let's go." The girl said and smiled brightly making Basen automatically turn towards the doors of her workshop. She then giggled and made the attendant stop when she patted his shoulder.

"I think you should let me down before we leave." At her words, Basen noticed that he still held her against his chest and quickly put her down stepping away and turning around to hide his red face.

"I'm sorry about that."

"No need, well I'm thankful you caught me when I was falling." She smiled in his direction noticing the red colouring even the back of his neck and his ears.

When he didn't say anything (Y/n) collected some of her things necessary for her work and stepped towards the doors.

"Well then, can we go, or do you need another minute?" She teased him softly and he jumped at her insinuation.

Basen coughed loudly and turned to her with a lighter blush then before moving towards the doors.

"Let's go."

[bitchesgetriches]

oh boy. I'm sure you mean well (and I'm saying this assuming that you are not black), but telling that anon to take the pics with pink braids was not good advice. while a few non black liberals may see no problem with unnatural hair colors and ethnic styles on black women, the typically traditional, conservative, powers that be will judge her negatively immediately. Think about all the elite, successful bw that exist in the world, they all look similar-- palatable (Oprah, Michelle, Condi Rice, Meghan markle, kamala). Hell, Michelle Obama recently said that the US couldn't handle her natural hair/braids and has only changed her style recently. If the First Lady of the United States, a woman who has proven herself as intellectually capable several times can't wear plain, black, micro braids, the everyday black woman is definitely going to be judged even worse.

This answer is going to be long, so settle in, my dear.

Something not a lot of people know about me is that my grandfather is black. In fact, I didn't even know this myself until fairly recently. This is because in his twenties, he made a decision. He was lighter skinned, with loose curls. He could pass as white. So he did.

He went to Europe when he was in the army, married an Italian woman, and brought her back to the U.S. He told her he was "mulatto" and swore her to secrecy about it. They didn't tell their children for almost 70 years. For 70 years my grandfather denied his heritage and his community and who he was... because it was safer. He made the choice to pass as white because he thought it would give him and his children better opportunities in life. He was so afraid of the systemic racism inherent in our country that he made a decision to hide who he was because he thought it would make him and his family safer.

And he was right. It's fucking heartbreaking that he was right. Because of his choice, I am dripping with white privilege. I have never, EVER felt what it's like to be on the receiving end of racism. And I never will. I'm horrified and ashamed that the history of our country is such that my grandfather thought he had to take his light-skinned privilege and run into the arms of white supremacy to survive.

All of which is to say: thank you for sharing your insight and personal experience with the controversy over black women's hair. Because of my personal experience, I think this is a blind spot for me. I don't want black women to be ashamed of their hair, and I don't want them to be discriminated against in the workplace because of it.

My emotional reaction was to say "Let your gorgeous braids fly and fuck the haters!" because I want the world to hurry up and move into the time in which racism in the workplace is a thing of the past. I don't want anyone else to feel like they need to make the same choice my grandfather did: to hide their true selves, their natural hair and skin color, for the opportunities available in a racist country.

I appreciate your message because it makes me step back and realize that this ain't about me. So I'm not going to judge anyone who feels like they need to remove their braids, or dye their hair back to a natural color, to secure a job. Do what you feel safest doing. Trust your instincts. And share the lessons you learn with us so we can pass on information that will help others.

(Also this is Piggy, aka Jess, if that wasn't obvious.)

[likedovesinthewindd]

a Sunny day

steve harrington x mom!reader (part 2)

summary: steve meets a little girl while working.

warnings: mentions of scars, nightmares, migraines, addiction to pain medication (but no one is), reader has financial issues. reader is a single mom. If i missed anything pls let me know.

wc: ±2590

a/n: I love steve sm omgg so here you go! requests open:)

For as long as Steve could remember, Saturdays were always the busiest days at Family Video. These last few months had been different.

Steve didn't like working on Saturdays, in all honesty, he didn't like working there at all, but since the "earthquake" had destroyed half of Hawkins and left a big chuck of it's population homeless or jobless, he couldn't be picky about where he got his money from. It had been 2 years since everything with Vecna, and everyone had seemed to have moved on with their lives, as difficult as it may have been.

Steve sometimes felt as if he hadn't really moved on at all. The physical scars surrounding his abdomen and neck, as faded as they had become over time, were still a permanent reminder of what had happened in the Upside Down. He had nightmares, awful nightmares that often caused him to wake up several times a night, shivering and in a cold sweat.

The worst thing for him had to be the migraines that plagued him frequently. It was difficult to find a doctor willing to actually help him out; how could you possibly tell your GP that you might have suffered head trauma from being captured and tortured by Russian spies, or from being beat up more times than you could count.

They would always scratch it up to "stress" or "bad sleeping habits", subscribe him a shit ton of pain medication and send him on his way. He didn't really want all the meds, way too scared that he'd become dependent on them, but when the debilitating throbbing in his head would become too much, he'd have to take two or three pills just to be able to function properly for a few hours.

A loud thud on the counter broke him out of his daydream, where he had been absent-mindedly staring at the computer's keyboard. He looked up to find Robin staring at him from behind the giant box she had placed in front of him. "These need to go in the horror section," her gruff voice spoke.

"Can't you do it?" Steve asked, pretending to be busy checking late returns on the computer. "No," she snapped, shoving the box closer to him, "because last week I had to repack the entire left side of the store on my own because you were too busy sucking face with Paige," she said the name in a condescending tone, fluttering her eyelashes teasingly.

The mention of the girl's name caused Steve to cringe.

"What's with the face, I thought you said she seemed like a nice girl?" Robin asked, thinking back to how Steve had been practically gushing about his date for a whole week. "She was, until she opened her mouth," he said, rubbing at his temples. Flashbacks from the previous week's date with Paige seemingly worsening his headache.

To put it nicely, Paige was mean and extremely self centered. If her screaming at one of the waiters because they got her order wrong wasn't enough of a deal breaker, her only talking about herself the entire time certainly was. She didn't ask Steve anything about himself once, opting to rant about how her dad didn't give her enough money to buy the Gucci crossbody bag she wanted, or how the lady at the hairdresser had dared to dye her hair the wrong shade of warm blonde.

The cherry on top was at the end of the night, when Steve had complimented her and told her that she had looked beautiful. She had thanked him, and replied with,

"Well, you're no King Steve anymore, but you looked cute."

She gave him a small peck on the cheek afterwards, and walked off towards her house, over exaggerating the sway of her hips as she went. She turned around one last time, giving Steve a "Call me," in her most sultry voice, and shut the door behind her.

Steve had not called her back since.

"What a shame," Robin said feigning sympathy. "Nothing like some good old labor to distract you from your heartbreak, right?" she added slapping the side of the box. "A little sympathy wouldn't hurt, you know," he said begrudgingly taking the box and moving out from behind the counter. "Yeah, yeah, get to work dingus," she said taking his place and helping a customer who had approached the counter.

When Steve arrived in the horror aisle, he threw the box on the ground unceremoniously and began stacking the tapes alphabetically. By the time he got to Nightmare on Elm Street, he felt a small tug on his pants. Looking down, he found a little girl, probably no older than three, looking up and him with big doll-like eyes and unruly hair.

"Hi," she said softly. "Hello there," Steve said crouching down so that he was at eye level with her, "what are you looking for?" She moved closer until her nose was practically touching Steve's and whispered, "The Last Unicorn," before breaking into a fit of giggles. Steve couldn't help but smile along to the sound of her small voice, standing back to his full length. "I'm sure we have that," he said, "but where's your mom, hm? What's your name?"

Before she could answer, the bell at the door indicated that a new customer had entered the store. A young woman stood at the door, looking around frantically. "Sunny? Sunny are you in here?"

You searched through the various shelves, stopping at the horror aisle when you saw you daughter Sunny standing with one of the store employees. "There you are. You can't ever run away like that again," you said, relief washing over your features. "Sorry mommy," she spoke softly, raising her arms so that you could lift her up. "It's okay Sunshine," you said picking her up and resting her on your hip. You turned around to Steve, you was still standing in the aisle silently watching you and your daughter's interaction.

"Hi, I'm sorry, she usually doesn't run away like this but she was so exited when I said we could rent her favorite movie today. It's not on TV yet but she watched it at school once now it's all she talks about!" you gushed turning towards Sunny, who had her eyes fixed trained on the cover of a Creepshow VHS behind your head. You turned around, quickly covering Sunny's eyes with your unoccupied hand. "Oh no baby don't look at that, you'll get nightmares," you said looking away from the shelf with a big frown. It seemed like it scared you more than it did her.

"Do you have The Last Unicorn available here?" you asked turning back to Steve. "I think so, right this way," he said leading you towards the childrens area. From behind him he could hear Sunny's small voice whispering to you, "his hair is so big mommy!" followed by her giggles. "Not as big as yours, Sunshine," you said pushing the flyaways from her face, laughing at her offended gasp.

When he reached the shelf, he swiftly scanned through the titles until he found the desired tape. "Here you go, would you like to rent it?" he asked.

"Please," you said handing Sunny the tape and following him to the counter. He subtly gestured to Robin to move away so that he could take her place. She rolled her eyes before mouthing "you owe me" and reluctantly moving to the abandoned box of tapes. When Steve got behind the counter he got the chance to really look at the two of you.

Sunny was basically an exact copy of you. Same eyes, same nose and hair (although yours was styled a bit more neatly than hers). You even had the same bright smile.

The name Sunny fit her perfectly too; with her small yellow dress fit with puffed sleeves with little bears printed on the fabric and the sunflower shaped hairclips that tried (and failed) to keep the astray curls out of her face, finished off with a bright pink pair of jelly shoes and frilly socks. She seemed like a sweet kid.

"What's it like, with her?" The question had left his mouth before he had the chance to think about how insensitive or mean it could have sounded. He was getting ready to apologize profusely, but when he looked up from the computer he was met with your smiling face.

"Well, it's not easy. I mean, can you imagine being a single mother living alone when that earthquake hit town? I wasn't planning on ending up homeless with a one year old, but everything's been so much beter since than. Plus, I still have my Sunshine, she's the only family I've got," you said smiling to your daughter.

It was then that Steve had realized just how much the earthquake had really affected the town. Sure he saw first hand when he was volunteering at the temporary shelters and soup kitchens, but hearing your personal account of what had happened made him realize just how bad everything was.

"You alright?" you asked snapping him back to reality. "Yeah, sorry that's just- I'm sorry that happened to you," he said sincerely. You shrugged, looking at your wrist watch for the time. "I'm sorry, the computer's been jamming lately, might take a while to process all the information," he said sensing your slight impatience. "No problem," you said, putting Sunny back down on the ground, opting to hold her small hand. The amount of back pain that comes with having a child is insane.

An awkward silence filled the air between you two, before Steve decided to speak up again.

"You said that you were homeless because of the earthquake, where do you live now?" he asked warily, worried he might have actually crossed the line this time. You looked hesitant before you answered. "At the Motel right outside of town. It doesn't sound very luxurious but it's nice," you replied.

Steve thought about his house, his parents' house technically, but they were never really around. He thought about the big, barely decorated bedrooms and the living area that looked like it came straight out of a issue of Architectural Digest. He considered asking you to come and stay with him; maybe you'd be able to give the house a more lived-in energy, make him feel less lonely there.

That would be weird, Steve thought to himself. Imagine a guy you had just met asking you to move in him, definitely not your best flirting method.

Flirting? No, he'd just recovered from his last love escapade. He couldn't even consider flirting with you, even though you had the prettiest smile he'd ever seen or that you looked at him like he hung up the stars whenever he spoke or that you were so kind or-

The droning sound from the computer rang through the empty store loudly. After finishing everything up, Steve handed you the tape. "Thank you so much," you said handing the tape back to Sunny. "How do you say?" you asked her. "Thank you," she whispered looking up at Steve with big eyes. You picked her back up and as you were on your way out, Steve got a sinking feeling in his stomach. He didn't want you to go, he wanted to keep talking to you, get to know you better.

"Wait!" he shouted a bit too loud, causing both you and Robin to turn around towards him. "Can we talk real quick?" he said approaching you, where you stood frozen with your hand still on the door handle. You furrowed your brows, thinking about what he could possibly still want from you.

"Would you like to go get a coffee sometime, maybe?" Steve asked trying his best to seem cool, even though his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. Your frown deepened, making Steve want to sink into the surface of the Earth and dissappear forever.

"Listen uh-" "Steve," he finished for you. "Steve, you seem like a really great guy, truly, but I'm not looking for anything serious right now, I'm sorry." Before you could open the door, Steve pulled you back by your arm lightly causing you to huff in irritation. "Look Steve-"

"It doesn't have to be anything serious, I just- I wanna get to know you better, I really like you," he rambled out. You seemed conflicted. You really were; you didn't want to start messing around with anyone now. Sunny was at a very impressionable age, and you really didn't want her getting attached to anyone, just for them to leave.

"I don't know If I could find anyone to look after Sunny when-" "Bring her along then," he interrupted you for the hundredth time today, "we could go to the park, get ice cream or something."

"Ice-cream mommy!" Sunny piped in excitedly. It broke your heart to see her so happy about going out, you hadn't been able to get her a lot of nice stuff or spoil her due to financial issues, hence why she had been so excited when you told her she could rent one of her favorite movies for you two to watch together. You hadn't been able to spend a lot of quality time with her either, taking long shifts to be able to make some extra money.

You bit the inside of your cheeck, looking back at Steve, who had been patiently waiting for your answer. You realized just how pretty he really is; with his big brown eyes like a baby deer, that looked like they could stare into your soul, and the various small moles and beauty marks that were littered across his face and arms, or the umber colored hair that he had to frequently push out of his eyes.

"I promise, I don't plan on making this a once off thing, I really do like you," he said softly.

You barley knew this guy, and he was asking you and your daughter out on a date. The one part of your brain was screaming at you to say no, let him down gently and leave, but the other part was curious about him. Maybe one date couldn't hurt.

"Okay, fine, one date," you said, giving him the angry mom voice, the one you'd always use when trying to reprimand Sunny. His eyes lit up at your words, a huge smile stretching across his face. He had to stop himself from jumping up and down from giddiness.

"Okay, great uhm uh, do you have like a phone number I could call or something," he asked sprinting to the counter to retrieve a pen. "We don't have landlines in our rooms, and the phone booth outside the Motel is busted," you said before your face lit up, "But we do have one outside of where I work. You could give me your number then I'll call you."

"Okay cool that works," he said messily scribbling his number on a old sticky note. You grabbed the note from him, sticking it inside your bra. "Alright, I'll see you around Steve," you said walking back to the door. "Wait, you never told me your name?" Steve said. "I'll tell you my name if our date went well," you said smiling, before walking out the door, your daughter on your hip, who waved a small hand at Steve from behind her mom's head. Steve waved back, smiling wider than he had in a long time.

Maybe he did like working Saturdays after all.

[thommi-tomate]

Interview with Thomas (January 9, 2011)

By: Andreas Burkert for Süddeutsche Zeitung

Mr. Müller, where is the Golden Shoe for the best World Cup shooter?

At home, in my games room, where the dartboard and Play Station are. Everything that has now accumulated is on the windowsill. Before it gets dusty in the boxes, I'd rather put it outside.

The reason for your award, Germany's World Cup performance in South Africa, was part of every annual review. Did you watch it when this Müller suddenly walks through the picture?

Of course I've also seen Müller in a few previews. But I don't necessarily have to watch the whole thing. The year went really well and I'm always reminded of that, even if I forget about it; I can't avoid it anymore. But it's over now. I can't buy anything for it anymore. Now I have to prove myself again.

What came up in your personal review of 2010 on New Year's Eve?

It was the World Cup. But there wasn't just one moment for me, there were so many great moments.

You only made your debut for the national team just under ten months ago, in Munich against Argentina.

Yes, that was special. When I heard the national anthem, I thought: Now I've made it, now I'm really where I want to be - (A German tourist of an older age approaches the table and wants an autograph. Müller asks for her understanding that he can't now, but will be happy to do so later) - Well, since the World Cup, even those who don't know much about soccer recognize you.

Just older ladies?

Nah, nah, all the age-group are already there.

Does at least your grandma, who you greeted on TV after the round of 16 against England, have some peace now?

In the meantime, yes. The problem was that my parents, my grandma and the people here in Pähl didn't have a media manager like we did at Bayern or the DFB. But I was back home over the Christmas period and everything was nice and quiet.

People who know you well say: Müller, he doesn't take off, not even now, he doesn't drive a Ferrari yet. Don't you have a quirk? And how do you reward yourself after a year like that?

I once asked myself the same question. We have a great sponsor, so I don't need a new car. But I do sometimes walk past watch stores, but then I see that they are sometimes really expensive. Then I'd rather not, it's not worth it to me. I'm also not a bird of paradise who dyes her hair. My wife rides, which has now become important for us. Apart from that, I really do have everything. I'd have to make my own problems if I wanted to have any.

Do you ride yourself?

I tried it out a year and a half ago. Well, I didn't fall off directly, but I felt sorry for the horse afterwards. The risk is too big for me and the horse.

2011 has started for you with the loss of a title: You no longer have the thinnest legs.

You mean because of Luiz Gustavo? Well, we haven't measured his thighs yet, but it's possible. People always joke about my legs, I know they always have. But don't worry, my mother has already noticed that they don't break much. They were never a problem for me, in fact I think they helped me, even when I was younger. Because if you don't just have your body to fight back with, you also have to use your brain to run certain routes to avoid direct duels.

Is that how this urge came about? Müller goes up top, to where the ball suddenly appears?

Certain things are certainly trained automatisms. But often it's a certain instinct, a feeling for the spaces. I'm glad to have this ability.

In any case, it's difficult to compare your style with another player. Do you perhaps know one?

No, I am somehow unique. There are dribblers who are pretty similar, strikers too, but what am I actually?

Yes, what is Müller?

Hm. Well, what am I? A Raumdeuter (space interpreter) ? Yes, I'm a Raumdeuter. That would be a good title, wouldn't it?

In any case. Because, if I may say so, you do score goals, but particularly beautiful ones are rare. But you are there.

That's true, I'm not known for scoring beautiful goals. But the important thing is when it's in. I've often been accused of being lucky, but if it happens five times in a row at the World Cup, there must be another reason for it

Your former amateur coach Hermann Gerland once said: "Müller can play like shit for 90 minutes - but then he scores a goal.

The statement is correct. I consciously take risks in my game, I often try things on the direct route towards goal that are perhaps great in terms of the idea, but difficult to execute. Mistakes happen, but you have to say to yourself: no more, next time I'll try again. Reviews sometimes say: He tried a lot but didn't succeed. Yes, then it just didn't work out. I try a lot, and there are a lot of rejects. I know that, and that's why I don't drive myself crazy.

Did you get the impression after the World Cup that your opponents adjusted better to your unconventional style?

Not really. The first half of the season was a bit different, I mainly played on the right or left. It just didn't go well for the team overall, no individual player was able to break away from the trend, not even me.

Your roles change frequently. Where would you have Müller play?

I would put Müller behind the front line, which is the position at Bayern that is closer to the opponent's goal and therefore more dangerous. I can penetrate the gaps better from there. You have to be more tactically disciplined on the right and left, and the number seven position in the national team is a different right than at Bayern, because the DFB always swap sides with Mesut Özil. I need a bit of freedom to be able to play on the left or right. That's why I see myself behind the front ten. But I'm versatile and also like to play other roles.

Van Gaal said last season: "Müller always plays for me". Has this confidence made your rise possible?

He didn't even need to make that statement. Because I always had the feeling that he was counting on me.

How did you notice that, his confidence? A year ago it was said that some players were afraid of van Gaal.

Oh, I like talking like him too. He wants to create a certain amount of friction, which is why he prefers his way of talking. I really like his direct manner, we're similar in that respect

You, but also other players, were unusually outspoken in your support of the coach during the critical fall weeks. Out of gratitude?

No, there was no agreement between us, but I think everyone deliberately supported the coach. You could have asked each player individually, independently of each other, and everyone would have told you how convinced they were of him and his philosophy. Of course, in a squad of 25, there is dissatisfaction from players who don't play. But even colleagues like Hamit Altintop or even Martin Demichelis have spoken positively about the coach. And when you see what's happening here in Doha at the training camp, how they're stepping on the gas: This team really enjoys working with this coach.

Were you not worried when President Hoeneß was sharply critical and things were tight with the headstrong coach?

Not really, and after the contract extension I had the feeling that the club management was counting on him. We were all very happy about that, and the coach was also pleased that he had the support of the whole team. That's why there was never any talk of a rift between players and coach.

Then you would actually have to persuade van Gaal to stay as long as you and the others who have now signed such long-term contracts.

I think if push comes to shove, you might be able to do something about it. However, the pressure here in Munich is certainly exhausting and I don't think you can be Bayern coach for ten years without damaging your health.

At 21, you are part of the Lahm/Schweinsteiger generation, which is gradually replacing the Ballack generation. What are the differences?

Football-wise, that's certainly a level. But I think even Michael Ballack experienced different times as a young player when it was more difficult to integrate into teams. There are now many young coaches who bring in their philosophy, with a flatter hierarchy. That perhaps makes it easier for us young players today.

At 21, you've already achieved a lot. What else is there to come?

I want to bite down hard, at a very high level. In ten years' time, I want to say that I've always played at the very top for a decade and my body has endured it, and fortunately so has my head. That's my main goal.

[eventinelysplayground]

Outplayed

I kind of fell in love with the idea of Clavis's son and Sariel's daughter together and I wanted to write more of them. Clavis and his teenage son get caught in a trap set by the devil's daughter. WC approx 530, page divider again by @cafekitsune.

Behind some bushes crouched two figures keeping a close eye on the path before them.

“I can't believe you talked me into this.”

“Really? I can, after all you are madly in love with me.”

“I'm not madly in love with you!”

“You say that yet here you are.”

“Hmmph.”

“Here he comes! This is going to be good.”

“This is going to be trouble.”

“When have I ever gotten you in trouble?”

“Are you seriously asking me that!?”

“Shhhh…wait for it…”

Clavis appeared strolling leisurely down the path. He stopped suddenly in his tracks, one foot still hovering in the air. He looked around and picked up a nearby stick then poked where he was about to step and the ground gave out revealing a pit trap.

“Good effort my son but you'll have to do better than that to catch me!”

“Damn it! ”

Clavis was laughing as his teenage son came scrambling out from the bushes mumbling under his breath.

“I will get you one of these days, Father.”

“I'm not so sure about that, do you really think I taught you everything I know?”

“That's unfair.”

Clavis calmed his laughter as he placed an arm around his son's shoulders.

“Come on let's go have some of my delicious cake, it will take some of the sting out of being foiled by your dear Papa again.”

Clavis and his son started to walk back in the direction Clavis had come from.

“Wait a min…”

Before his son could finish speaking the two men were drenched in what appeared to be purple dye that fell from the tree beside them. Clavis stared at his son for a minute before he burst out laughing again.

“Violet!”

The bushes rustled and out stepped a deviously smiling Violet who just shrugged her shoulders.

“I said this was going to be trouble, maybe next time you'll leave me to my book in peace.”

Clavis's son slicked his drenched hair back and then smiled wickedly at Violet who visibly gulped and took a step back.

“Well well I do hope you're still as fast as you used to be young lady because I dare say you have a fierce beast after you now.”

Violet took another step back and her grin widened.

“Come here my lovely accomplice, purple really is more your color.”

Clavis's son reached out for Violet but she jumped back then turned on her heels and began running as she laughed.

“You’ll have to catch me first Tristan!”

Tristan quickly gave chase after her laughing as he did so. Clavis watched them leave and then he looked over his shoulder at some nearby trees.

“Well now I wonder who taught her that, I certainly haven't used that type of trap in decades.”

Sariel came out from behind one of the trees and walked over to Clavis handing him a towel.

“I may have mentioned the basic idea, she is dealing with an untamed beast after all.”

“Oh I don't know about that. I think if anyone can tame a Hellcats son it would be the daughter of the Devil. I wonder what our grandchildren will be like?”

“Please don't say such frighteningly unpleasant things.”

[saturnplaza]

Alright, you said to ask you stuff so uh. Hmmm. Do you have a fav mcr album? Or a current fav mcr song? My current fav song is our lady of sorrows :D

Uhh. I’m really into theater, do you like theater at all? Do you have a favorite play/ musical? Mine is Chicago, simply because it was the most recent show I performed in (I was Billy Flynn! It was awesome :D) and I’m rather emotionally attached to it. I’m also very partial to Shakespeare.

What brand of hair dye do you use? I like splat just cuz the color stays in a long time

What’s your favorite subject in school? Why?

Uhhh. I can’t think of that many more questions lol 😭 I tried my best, enjoy the questions, get back to me if you feel like it lol

EEEEEEEEE THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!

My favorite MCR album has to be either Danger Days or The Black Parade -- The Black Parade means a lot to me emotionally and Danger Days I just really love concept albums.

For songs I don't even know, it's so hard to choose. But probably Destroya, Ghost of You, and/or House of Wolves OH, AND DESERT SONG (actually Desert Song is the winner)

I can't believe I forgot abt Desert Song it's literally one of my favorite songs of all time 😭😭

I am into musical theater, and I always have been --- I've been in a few plays myself --- I haven't seen Chicago though, I will be checking it out though!! As for a favorite play of mine, I really don't know. I don't think I could decide. Most of the plays I've played in were like Disney movies.

I use L'oreal Paris for literally everything all my colors and bleach as well // which is not the best for my hair but whatever 😭😭

I'm a huge English nerd, it's always been my favorite subject

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE ASKS -- THEY WHERE VERY FUN TO ANSWER!! <333

[tired-reader-writer]

G-witch AU Infodump

Enabled by @werewolfcoochie @marchdancer @sharpdistances @germanpillow @kallista-dragonsoul and @iwantthatdickgrayson here is me infodumping about random shit in my G-witch AU:

After being rescued by Ellyus, El4n takes on a new name and identity— one he would choose for himself— though Shin Sei doesn't quite have the means necessary to turn his face into something else, nor does he remember what his original face is supposed to look like anyways.

Anyways, his new name is Nary, bc “nary” means “nothing, none” and he's basically someone who has nothing, starting from scratch with a clean slate and even before that he had nothing. Also it's a reference to @stil-lindigo 's fantastic poem-comic here and @telamont 's fic may the little garden where you smile, last forever since I read both of them at roughly within the same timeframe and they double-teamed up on me in terms of brainrot. I am not sorry for this.

I'm still struggling over his new surname however, though Frey is a temporary placeholder— as a reference to the goddess Frigg whose divine domains included clairvoyance and prophecy, and though Nary himself is no prophet his love interest is so hmmm. Does Ellyus count as an Odin figure? I'm not well-versed with Norse mythology. (what El definitely is is a trickster/prophet/fey type character)

Shin Sei in this AU is comprised of the friends and families of the slaughtered Vanadis researchers who want justice/vengeance for their fallen loved ones— and so support Prospera in her schemes. There's also mercurian folk in there but yeah.

Ellyus gets his mother and Shin Sei to fake/develop a new identity and backstory for Nary/El4n. It's up to him whether he comes back to Asticassia but I like to think he does.

He dyes his hair the same colour as the woman who's presumably his mother, the lady with the birthday cake? Yeah? The same brown.

He still wears soft earrings bc this analysis of El4n's gender thing lives in my head rent-free. He also wears a lot more feminine clothing because he can. (EDIT: added the link that I forgot to add bc fucking hell I knew I was forgetting smth)

He has a new hairstyle. I actually have a design in mind but since I can't draw right now... lemme dig up my gallery in hopes that there's something that looks like it—

(I'm not sure if I could share these, as far as I could track these were drawn by the original artist of the comic this character is from, I eventually seek to replace these w my own drawings when I can.)

He probably ends up taking the surname of some Shin Sei employee, though argh, it fucking pains me that we know practically nothing about Shin Sei!! Who's Godoy and what does he even do?!

The Plant Quetta attack does not happen. There will be another attack to replace it, alright, but it's been moved down the timeline. I don't know when it'll be or by whom, but it happens on Earth, while Ellyus is there. Why is he there? Dunno, probably some GUND-ARM related reason. He's one of the main mechanics of Aerial after all, and someone who's heavily involved in the production of GUND-prosthetics.

Speaking of Ellyus' engineering work, Shin Sei did develop the drone technology Prospera mentions in the witch trial— it's just that Ellyus is the one who created it. Maybe he could also be present in the trial room? His presence wouldn't really help against Delling but hey, it's the thought that counts. Besides, he (and we the audience) already knows Miorine will come to save the day.

Delling is fucking dead. No mercy for the fucker, he probably dies in the same attack that lethally wounded Ellyus? Or perhaps after that, in another incident. Vim Jeturk is accused of the murder, and subsequently silenced by Prospera and/or Shaddiq.

Shaddiq takes the presidency. Ellyus left behind pre-recorded video messages tailored to each recipient, he sat down and recorded them before he died, set to automatically be sent to the ppl he wants in the Know after his funeral, and Shaddiq and El4n's messages include the entire backstory, basically, and so Shaddiq knows about Quiet Zero and who it's for. He seeks out Prospera and basically proposes an alliance— much of their goals align, he can use QZ's might to strong-arm favorable negotiations for Earth, he knows who QZ's for and realizes that Ellyus can be “alive/free” again like Ericht since he's deduced that the night Ellyus went missing from his hospital room and came back dead was actually him being uploaded into a GUND-bit.

(It's part of Ellyus' machinations, to protect Miorine from Prospera, to bridge Shaddiq to a strong ally who shares a lot of his goals, and... yeah. Fuck Spacians, this alliance is gon be a bulldozer.)

Shaddiq does not ally with Peil.

Peil will meet a karmic end. I don't know how yet, but El4n and El5n are involved. Anyways, that'll probably happen during or after the struggle for the Benerit Group presidency.

Guel actually learns something beyond “daddy good”, dammit.

Miorine and Prospera have a... complex, shall we say, relationship. Prospera holds back from roping her into revenge unlike in canon— mostly because of Ellyus' pleas to not let GUND-ARM be ruined/soaked in blood, partly because Miorine is the one who resurrected and kept true to GUND's ideals of medical research and stuff. Prospera hates her bc well, Delling's daughter, but on the other hand... a successor of sorts to carrying the GUND research torch. Miorine doesn't trust her, no, buuuut she still can't deny that together w Shaddiq they're... actually doing decent work. (Again, unlike in canon LOL)

Suletta's off to the side having her own Identity Journey. The video message to her also explains her origins and everything, so she now knows she's a repli-child. I don't know what I'll do with the journey proper but I want the eventual outcome to be: “I am not Ericht, I was never a Samaya and that's just fine. I'm Suletta, and the name Mercury is mine in a way it isn't for mom. I still love you, mom, Aerial/Eri too, but I am a Mercury and I'm proud of that. I still love you but I'm me and you're not my entire world.” kinda deal. Basically, independence, loving her family on her own terms.

No Plant Quetta means no tomato paste and no divorce! Huzzah! (I mean, another attack still happens but due to Ellyus' and Miorine + Earth House's influence Suletta focuses more on disaster relief and evacuation and stuff.)

Adding a new layer to Ellyus' non-linear time thing (I've posted about it, I've linked to it before in another post, it can be found in his character tag), he's allowed to make phone calls to One (1) person in the past. That person happens to be Jeru Ogul, aka Shaddiq's child self, way before he's learnt to put up barriers around his heart.

(Ellyus was never meant to be human. If the G-witch cast proper is comprised of 3D beings and us the audience 4D, he'd be like, 3.5D. That's why he's allowed time shenanigans by me. Only as far as I allow it, though. He's a plot device, a robot w its guts exposed. I have also posted about this before. I won't link to it here bc well, I already have before and ppl didn't seem all too interested in the makings and structure of his character. Meta-narrative fuckery ftw.)

The calls are sporadic, but kid Jeru comes to hold this mysterious friend person in the phone very dear to his heart. Their non-judegmental and gentle encouragement was one of the things that kept him going in those days.

He's buried the memory now, in the deepest layers of his heart, under twenty vaults, along with the tender hurt and angry child self that was Jeru Ogul and everything that it represents. It fuels him, it's his impetus, but it's hidden, carefully so.

It's a surprise to the both of them when they find out.

(basically, Doylist reason was that I needed a narrative tool strong enough to break through his walls and allow him to be changed for the better, to stop having tunnel-vision, and Ellyus became the narrative device responsible for that task)

This development allowed for Shaddiq to be more proactive and open. To the point he might actually ask for Miorine's support/help during the competition for the presidency. I'm still contemplating it.

I don't know what I'll do with Dawn of Fold yet.

Not the Space Assembly League, really.

Somebody help.

Well, that's it for this episode of info-dumping! Thank you for enabling me, I was afraid to do it bc it's disheartening to scream your heart out into the void and have no response.