#and yet hes constantly jobless

[jinwoowoohoo]

After watching broke rookie star and knowing how it was like. Pretty directly reflective of Rocky's experience and struggles to get solo schedules, I can't say I'm surprised his negotiations are taking longer

[esthercore]

E-Whore (GN! Cam Boy/Girl Reader x HSR's Simps )

Veritas Ratio | Sunday | Blade | Jing Yuan (different scenarios for each men ♡)

Being a Trailblazer is amazing, but since it technically made you jobless, you needed some way to fund your shopping sprees when you visit new planets, so while some of your crewmates resort to farming calyx, you chose the easy way.

You had a hot body and you knew how to use it, making you an instant hit on the streaming site, moreover, as the site connected to servers in multiple galaxies, the chances of anyone you knew or will meet in real life knowing your side hustle are slim enough to never happen, right?

Wrong.

Now Jing Yuan, was shook when he first saw you in the Loufu, standing beside your crew as Welt talked to Miss Yukong, your arms wrapped around March's looking so innocent as if you are not the same cutie that helps him release his work stress most night.

He did his best not looking at you when he talked to the express crew, knowing he won't be able to help himself and will sink in those big pools of innocence who were gazing up at him with fascination and interest, looking so different and yet so same from your streams.

Out of everything, the poor general never expected to fanboying over a cam girl/boy. And it was already tough day for him, alright? Having to ignore his constantly ignore his horny thoughts, and his dick twitching whenever his mind drifted on you, knowing how close you were to him, how he can actually have a chance.

So the seconds man got some privacy, his hands were kneading on his crotch unprofessional he knows, but he was a man with needs and couldn't much than wait for the results once his plans were in action. So here he opening up the damned site, turning it on and looking at his favorite video, the first video of your he saw.

A neko cosplay.

He first heard of you when he overheard few young cloud knights simping over you, agitated when he hear them whispering about you than focus on their training. So that night he tried to see what all this fuss about.

The old man lazily opened the website searching your username, just out of curiosity and no intention to jerk off, only to be greeted by an clip of the cutest thing with cat ears on, and a cat tail but plug, sucking on a popsicle with your chest left bare, making him surprised by how sudden his cock stirred up, jerking of to clips of you, having the best session of his life, leaving him panting and twitchy, after splattering on his phone.

You were just so easy to get addicted to...

So in present when he heard your voice outside his office in the Seat of Divine Foresight, fingers fiddling with his stripper, it took him a good while to realize, he wasn't just daydreaming about your pretty voice but you were literally there, nocking on the door.

He hurriedly got himself together, throwing his phone on the table, and clothes fixed, o it isn't obvious what he was doing, greeting you with a charming smile.

Miss Fu Xuan has sent you to give him some documents, and he took it as an opportunity to invite you in, and talk to you, befriend you, just about anything. But then there was some commotion outside with two cloud knights bickering, so he reluctantly asked you to settle the documents on his desk and wait while he give the knights an earful.

Happily getting back, his heart racing at the thought to be in your presence, but then his smile dropped, as he entered back his office, seeing your face flushed red, as you try to hide you face by your hands, sitting all pretty on his seat, with the light of his phone lightly illuminating on you.

He was about to ask what's wrong, but shut his mouth, eyes widening as he realized:

Oh, he forgot to close his phone.

[hetfieldsdaddy]

Step brother James x Reader where they’re having sex late at night and he has a CRAZY praise kink and has to hold her mouth shut so no body hears them :3

BABE WAKE UP HETFIELDSDADDY POSTED!!! also yes i am getting to everyones requests theres alot 😞👍 but they are coming metallica nation. enjoy this one for now 💪

I hated my step-brother. I hated the mischievous looks he’d give me from the other side of the dinner table whilst we sat beside our parents. I hate how he stole all my things. I hated that every time I laid eyes on him, I had to push down the arousal and need I felt towards him. It had all started when he moved back in with us, after his stupid band project backfired and he needed somewhere to stay; he was stupid, jobless, and broke.

Obviously, my Dad and Step-mom sympathised with him. I just found it annoying. He was a few years older, yet acted like a little kid, always treating me with playful meanness like I was his biological sister. If that was the case, I’d probably kill myself immediately.

Our whole family sat at the dinner table, silently eating whatever burnt meal Dad had prepared for us, James only just walking down the stairs after being called umpteen times. I played with my food, eyes fixed on James as he sat down next to me.

He looked beside him, taking in my appearance before resting the side of his face on his palm. I took a small bite of my food, trying to atleast pretend I was enjoying the crime against humanity on my plate. I nearly choked on my food as I felt a hand run up my thigh, my face flushed as my eyes darted around the room, gaze then fixing on James. He gave a small smirk in return, parents too busy talking about.. whatever it is they constantly ran their mouths about.

I cleared my throat, “I.. uh— May I be excused?” I said, legs tensing up. “What? You’ve hardly touched your food.” Dad says, a small frown on his face, “I’ll eat it later, I’m just- not hungry right now.” I quickly rose from my seat, brushing James’ hand off of my thigh as I did so. I sped upstairs, closing my bedroom door behind me tightly and pressing my back against it, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

It was getting increasingly harder to ignore what he did to me. I clambered into bed, laying my head on the pillow and just making an attempt to sleep off the confusion.

I only managed to get about an hours worth of sleep, when I was suddenly awoken by fingers brushing along my shoulder. I jolted up, the room pitch black. “Shh.” A familiar voice shushed me, putting his hand over my mouth.

“James??” I spoke, speech muffled by the palm of his hand. He pulled his hand away, pulling the sheets off of me and leaning over, hands rested at both sides of my head. “James, I don’t—“ I could hardly believe what was happening. Was this even real? Was I even awake? James’ breath hitched, a hint of regret in his expression.

He took his hands away, moving to get off of me, but I quickly stopped him and held him in place. “Stop it. I want.. this.” My tone of voice was flustered. It felt strange to be admitting that, but it felt good to know he felt the same way about me. “I think Dad’s still awake..” He whispered, gaze shifting to my bedroom door. I reached up and turned his head back to look at me, “Then we’ll just have to be quiet..” I mumble, pulling him down slightly to press my lips against his. He deepened the kiss, rubbing my waist and groaning into my lips.

He pulled away, “Fuck.. I need you.” He muttered, his voice shaking slightly. “I’m right here..- Please.” I gripped onto his shoulders tightly, stomach dropping when he rolled down my shorts and underwear, admiring my body beneath him. I quickly reached down, undoing the clothes on his bottom half and desperately pulling them off. He laughed quietly, “Someone’s eager..” James mumbled, voice hardly above a whisper.

He lifted me upwards and onto his lap, holding me in place by my waist and littering my neck with bites and kisses, before lining himself up with my pussy, sliding himself inside suddenly and without warning. I cried out loudly, only to have a quick hand cover my face. He slides it further in, my moans of pleasure muffled against the palm of his hand. Once he had allowed me to adjust, he moved his hand away.

I slumped over him, body leant against his chest and hear rested in the nape of his neck. “That’s— so good.. you feel so good inside me..” He jolted and let out a grunt upon hearing what I had said. Clearly, he enjoyed the praise. He thrusted up into me, arms wrapped around my waist to hold my body close to him. “James, you’re doing so good..” I cooed into his neck, one of his arms pulling off my body so he could press his palm to my mouth again. “Fuck.. be quiet..”

He whispered, speeding up his pace slightly; he was clearly unable to hold back. I whined against his hand, moving my hips back and forth to meet his thrusts. I shivered as he twitched inside of me, pulling my head away from his hand and leaning into his ear, “Please do it inside me.. don’t pull out.” I said firmly, his grip on me tightening when he fucked me faster. It felt strangely good. I had sex before, but it never felt like this, it was strange that my step-brother managed to be the one to please me, of all people. “I’m gonna cum..” He mumbled into my ear, voice trembling and tainted with desperation.

I cried out as he took ahold of my waist, pushing me down onto it and filling me up to the brim. I tried my best to stay quiet, but it was hard, quiet moans escaping my lips. He pulled out, laying me down on the bed and pulling his boxers up before laying down next to me. “That was— good..” I whispered. “They definitely heard us, though.” He replied.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for refusing to file for disability in order to pay bills?

I quit my job right when COVID started surging in 2020 because my boss refused to mask and I'm immunocompromised; I also didn't wanna bring that home to my partners (I'll call them Fox and Rabbit), one of whom is also immunocompromised, or our then-toddler kid either. (Plus, my boss wasn't paying me consistently on-time or the full amounts I was owed, but that's another can of worms)

However, I wasn't able to find anything work-from-home (I have auditory processing issues that make phone jobs impossible, plus we didn't have internet so I was just hotspotting off my phone to get online), and because of lockdown, safety concerns, and lack of a vehicle, I couldn't really get an in-person job either, so I did as much as I could taking care of household budgeting, conflict resolution, and looking after our 3-4yo kid along with Fox (who did most of the actual housework, as I wasn't able to be outside my room much because I was severely allergic to the pets there at the time).

Rabbit (kid's bio-parent) became work-from-home after a brief stint on unemployment due to their employer fucking around, staying over with their coworker/other partner (I'll call Rose) for the internet, and our other roommate contributed to rent until he moved out, so we were able to stay afloat and safely isolated for a while at least, and I started teaching our kid to read and write as my main share of the household contribution, which everyone at least claimed to be fine with.

Fast forward a bit, and both me and Rabbit got extra people in the household mix; a partner who I'd been involved with online for some time (Chomps) moved in with us, and Rabbit married Rose and moved in with her officially, with the kid staying on non-workdays with them and otherwise being looked after mostly by Fox and I. Eventually, with leases on both our places running out but with all of us outspokenly committed to working together, we all moved into Rose's parents' house (while they were overseas on vacation; they wanted caretakers there to look after Rose's younger sibling, who is disabled). Rose's parents--who are also polyam and very well-off--offered to bankroll a new home for all of us so we didn't have rent to pay for a while and could just catch up on things. Chomps even secured a decent-paying job. Things were going very well!

Then, a significant wrinkle came when Chomps needed to quit due to COVID concerns (anti-vaxxers in a high-risk environment, no vaccines available for small kids yet so we were mostly worried about the kid as we'd all been vaxxed at that point otherwise). At the time, everyone agreed that was a good idea! So, everyone braced for financial belt-tightening, and Chomps quit.

At this point, I was barely eating one meal a day out of guilt for my inability to contribute much, but I was also homeschooling our then-pre-k-into-kindergarten-age kid, and helping cook food and handle chores. Due to both Rabbit and Rose working from home and complaining of connection issues whenever anyone else used internet, me and Chomps could barely job-hunt (our phones didn't really get signal out there either), and without the ability to drive or a consistently-available vehicle, we worried constantly about providing for the household. Still, Rose and Rabbit reassured us that it was fine and getting handled.

Until one day it apparently wasn't, and Rose started getting onto me specifically (having been jobless for a couple years at this point, only getting two interviews despite putting in literally hundreds of applications) about filing for disability. Her opinion was that I could "just be on it until [I] got a job". That is not how disability works, and I told her as much, and refused to even start that process instead of continuing to look for work that I could feasibly do (which, frankly, was already taking as much time and effort as a full-time job, just with no financial benefit).

Granted, I could probably qualify for disability benefits, since I have physical and mental issues that make my range of possible employment pretty limited (though, as I'd been able to put in hundreds of applications to things I was sure I could do, it's far from impossible for me to work). However, the type of disabilities I would most easily and likely qualify with are the kind that would also very probably have my autonomy removed (this has been confirmed by two doctors and a therapist independently of one another). Plus, I'd be unable to marry Fox (as we'd agreed to do years and years ago) or get a job again without risking the loss of any benefits I could manage to secure, and also making it incredibly hard to recover those benefits if/when I further deteriorated down the line due to age, injury, or other factors and actually couldn't physically work.

So, while continuing my (unexpectedly unsuccessful) hunt for employment beyond a once-monthly gig that paid ~$75 (which is how I bought my own essential toiletries and groceries), I homeschooled the kid (which was a success, to the point that they later rolled into 1st grade with reading, writing, and math proficiency well above their peers!!), did most of the house troubleshooting and repair, and used as few resources as possible to minimize my impact on household finances, to the point that I averaged eating only one meal each day for years. Still, AITA for not just biting the bullet and giving up on the job hunt to prioritize securing disability payments?

(It's been about two years since that point and our current situation is stable despite partial dissolution of the polycule, with Fox and Chomps both working and paying the entirety of my portion of "rent" on the place Rose's parents bought her, while I continue to job-hunt with help from the state's vocational rehab dept. Fox and Chomps reassure me every time that they can see I'm doing my best and they're happy to take care of me as needed; I still feel fucked up about not being able to contribute financially and take care of them and everyone else in the same way, and wonder all the time if I made/am making the right call by refusing to pursue disability benefits unless I absolutely physically cannot work.)

What are these acronyms?

[redflagshipwriter]

Reassembly 5

Masterpost

(What the frick is the bat guy about???)

They did serious damage to Lexy’s credit card in the form of a cast iron pan, a pot, basic cooking utensils and a four-person set of dishware before they even made it to the grocery store.

Peter tried not to go nuts there. He really did. But Kon had that empty kitchen! And to be honest, shopping was major wish fulfillment. Even though he knew he wouldn’t be eating all of the food he got way into it. They stocked up on easy freezer food like pizza rolls and fries. They got pasta mixes and jarred sauces and they got snacks and sweets. He even got Kon baking basics. It might take Kon a while to get into his fresh bread era, but it was going to happen. Peter was calling it now. Kon was just that kind of guy.

The last thing he got was meat. Meat and cheese and fresh vegetables. Peter ended up putting back half of what he initially put in the cart because, honestly, Kon didn’t have a massive super appetite and he didn’t know how to cook yet. Vegetables were just going to go bad, so he only got what he planned to use that night. He also stocked Kon up on breakfast supplies- bread and jam, eggs, sausage, coffee and tea and juice.

‘I wish I was staying with Kon to eat this. I’m going to be hungry again tomorrow.’

Peter pushed down that greedy little thought where it belonged. He was going to be eating lunch and dinner with Kon tonight, since they were cooking together. That was already really generous on Kon’s part. He couldn’t ask for more.

The boys ended up making spaghetti. Peter wasn’t the best cook in the world, but he could cut onion and garlic to cook meat in, shred in carrots and zucchini, and add a jar of red sauce to make something nutritionally dense that tasted really good. Kon hovered over his shoulder watching this process and making faux sports commentary. 

“Go away!” Peter shoved Kon with his shoulder, laughing. “Go start the garlic bread.”

“...Garlic bread?” Kon asked hopefully. He seemed way younger than he was sometimes. “You can make that at home?”

“You can, if you get to cutting garlic really small.” Peter tossed him a bulb without looking.

They ate dinner while watching some drama that Kon picked out on a streaming service. “Holy shit,” Kon said quietly after his first bite. He put down the plate and took a photo.

Peter snorted. Kon must have sent it to someone because his phone went off constantly after that.

He wasn’t even done eating their late lunch when he first wondered where he was going to sleep tonight. Peter stared down into his pasta like it might have some answers. When should he leave? What would he say if Kon asked for his phone number? He didn’t have one. He couldn’t give Kon the number to the phone he had on him– he was pretty sure that he really should get rid of it in case someone was tracking him. 

He should ask first. If he directed the conversation it would be easier to be normal than if he was just answering questions. So Peter swallowed hard, made himself smile, and said, “This was fun. Wanna hang out again?”

Kon noisily slurped down some sauce and wiggled in place while he chewed and swallowed. “Yeah, we should!” he agreed. “You uh, free later this week?”

He was jobless and homeless with no other acquaintances. 

“I have some time,” Peter said casually. “I’m kinda busy tomorrow, but the day after? Should I come over in the afternoon?”

“Yeah!” Kon bounced up off his seat for a moment. “We can finish the projects. Or work on them, at least.” He screwed his face up with a thought. “Can I get your handle or number, in case my work pops up?”

Peter’s smile turned fixed. “Actually, not now,” he said as casually as he could manage. “I dropped my phone in water. I just have my Dad’s old phone right now for emergencies.” He didn’t need to add that lie, but what if he needed to pull out the flip phone later? He didn’t want Kon to think that he just hadn’t wanted to give his number.

Kon laughed. “That sucks, man,” he empathized. 

Oh thank Thor, he bought it. 

The fabric was dry by then, so Peter helped Kon cut it out and sew it into place. Kon modeled his new look in the living room and then took approximately two hundred selfies while Peter worked on his project. Kon eventually flopped down on the sofa upside down and started sketching out design ideas. Peter glanced over and saw what looked like a boob window cut into some kind of top.

…Kon would look great in it. Peter didn’t comment. He smiled a little more when he went back to cutting out pieces for his own jacket.

“Smile!”

Peter looked over on reflex and cheesed. A shutter went off. “Can I send that to my friends?” Kon asked, so casually that Peter knew it mattered a lot. “Cassie says no way did I meet someone without her.”

“Go ahead.” Peter gave a thumbs up for reasons even he did not understand. Good thing he wasn’t a weird little guy! 

Kon looked relieved. There was less tension when he went back to looking at his phone. “Thanks, man. You want to think about dinner soon? You’ve been working for a couple of hours.”

Peter had to blink a few times to process that. Oh yeah, he was pretty stiff. He stretched experimentally. “You’re right,” he said, mildly surprised. “Huh. What did you have in mind?”

Kon shrugged. “Pizza?”

Peter hummed. “We can pull that off,” he decided. “We have… two more jars of marinara, one will do. Cheese, the bell peppers- yeah, that’ll work.” He stood in a smooth movement. “Could you get the flour down from where we put it- yeah, thanks.” Kon hovered back down and handed him the bag.

“I meant that we should order it,” Kon said, but he didn’t protest. “You can make pizza? At home?” He was delighted by this new information.

“You can make basically anything at home,” Peter said, because it apparently needed to be said. “Can you look up a pizza dough recipe?” He got out the salt and tried to remember where he’d put yeast.

Pizza did not go quite as smoothly as the pasta had. Kon brutalized the dough by over mixing it and the gluten developed bonds strong enough to rival the Hulk. But it was still edible! Kon was openly delighted with what he had made. Peter stole sideways glances at him, wondering if he should reassure that it was a great first try.

‘..I’m not sure he knows that it’s really tough,’ Peter decided. He said nothing. They watched one episode of Kon’s selected drama before Peter decided it was time to go.

Kon seemed surprised when Peter said that. He blinked at him a few times. “It felt like I was at the tow- a sleepover,” he said self consciously. He forced a laugh. “Yeah. You wanna leave your stuff here?”

Peter looked around Kon’s surgically clean living room and wondered if Lexy’s cleaning staff would throw away his stuff. “Yeah, sure,” he said, because it wasn’t like he had a place to store a project. “I appreciate that.”

He left not much later, making his excuses and backing out into the night with dread that he didn’t want to face curling in his gut. The feeling intensified as he got down to the lobby of Kon’s apartment building.

It was dark out, even with the streetlights on. The air was cold against his face. Peter huddled into his jacket, hand wound tightly around the strap of the bag with everything he owned in it.

At least he knew the time. It was a little past 10 pm.

He needed a shower and to sleep. The gym should be empty now. He could break back in, shower, and then go sleep on the library couch again. Even if the librarian came in early again, he could get a few hours of sleep.

He woke up again to the sound of keys in the door downstairs. This time he woke up feeling much better rested. Peter wandered blearily until he found a clocktower and realized it was nearly 9 am. Nice. He was working on his sleep debt, then. He surely hadn’t spent more than an hour between traveling to the gym, showering, and getting to the couch last night. That was maybe 9.5, 10 hours of sleep?

He left to a new hotel for a breakfast buffet. This one was particularly sad. He had two pieces of peanut butter toast and a glass of milk before he heard the front door staff quietly phone someone else asking if they had any teenagers staying at the moment. He left pretty quickly after that and walked for a while, heart pounding. The police didn’t descend on him with sirens and lights, so he was probably okay.

‘I can’t go back there.’

Later that day, Peter grimaced and took a moment to indulge in burying his face in his hands. He was overwhelmed and he still felt shitty and dirty and gross despite his shower. Maybe it was getting spotted as a homeless teen eating from the buffet? Yeah. Probably that.

He was in the library again, sitting in front of one of the older computers and hoping he'd get a reply from a potential client who had asked for some information. 

Maybe it was a little weird to spend all day in the library. He was on notice for librarians acting like they wanted him to clear out, just in case.

But, assuming no one had any problems with it, why not spend most of his daylight hours there? He could study computer science, use the computers to do his work, and be somewhere temperature controlled for free. They also had pitchers of coffee and tea for free that he took advantage of. 

He was hungry, though. He was always hungry. Maybe it had been a mistake to go to Kon’s house. It almost felt worse to be hungry again after eating everything he wanted two meals in a row. Peter suppressed despair. He was doing his best! He was taking care of himself.

"Is everything alright?" 

Peter shot up and gave a sheepish grin to the librarian. He hadn't noticed her approaching, but he'd been lost in his head. "It's fine," he said. 

The older woman gave him a sympathetic smile. "Well, let me know if there's anything I can help with. It's what I'm here for." 

Oh. Before she could turn away he blurted out, "College!" 

Her face lit up. "Are you applying?" 

"I need to." Peter wrung his hands together. "But I don't know where to start. I want to go somewhere with a strong sciences program but I think I need to go there on scholarship." 

She sat down beside him, an easy smile on her face like this was a topic that she enjoyed. “Do you care about where it is?”

Peter shook his head. “It would be best if I could stay in NYC since I know here, but I’m willing to go anywhere that meets those conditions.”

She nodded slowly. “There’s a few places I can think of.” She hesitated. “Do you expect to be eligible for testing related scholarships?”

“Yeah,” said Peter, who was so good at tests but would probably falsify the results that he needed if he didn’t manage to take tests in time. “I test well. Very well.”

“That’s great! And you said sciences? Technological sciences?” she didn’t glance at his current computer science book, but she didn’t have to. 

“Yes,” he said, not entirely sure what he should be focusing on. Engineering, to build some kind of portal? Astrophysics like Dr. Foster, to find an Einstein-Rosen bridge? He’d have to get his foot in the door to figure out what was going on in the fields here. Shit, he should have looked into that already. 

“And you would be looking to live by yourself, on campus? Or off? With family?”

“By myself,” Peter said, and wow that was depressing. “And whichever way is cheapest.” He cringed as he said it. That felt pathetic too. He wanted to say he wanted to live on campus since he’d be more likely to meet people that way. But honestly, he had no resources, at all. He couldn’t afford to be picky. 

The librarian’s smile was a bit fixed now. “I… I almost hate to suggest it, but have you considered Gotham?” She continued before Peter had to decide whether or not he should admit he didn’t know that university. “It’s a dangerous city to live in, but it’s very affordable, and there’s extensive funding for the sciences and student support services.”

“...Because it’s a dangerous city and doesn’t get many people?” Peter confirmed.

She was doing her best to keep a poker face. “That’s right. They have a brain drain situation at the moment, so the sciences are really well funded. I think you could probably go there with full support, though that might be contingent on taking an internship or job in Gotham after graduation.”

Huh. He considered it. He’d never heard of Gotham, so it had to be a city that didn’t exist back home. But so what? How bad could it be? It was like, Chicago or something? He could handle that. He was Spiderman. He was an Avenger, sort of. So he directed a real smile at the librarian. “If I could get a full scholarship there, I would go in a heartbeat,” Peter said. “Thanks for the suggestion! I’ll look into the university there.”

The librarian patted the side of his chair as she stood up. “Wonderful! Let me know if you change your mind or have any questions!”

He ended up having a lot of questions, actually, once he started looking into Gotham, but he didn’t think, “What the frick is the vampire bat guy about?” was what she’d had in mind.

[pessimisticpigeonsworld]

I see that situation between Alicent and dyana completely different, I see her having a little empathy for the girl for the situation i think...but I see the situation as something that Alicent is already used to, she is already used to people coming to her saying that Aegon abused yet another maid , Alicent already knows what to do in this situation (give tea, hand over money, etc.) I dare say that she is already tired of dealing with these situations but girl... if you know that your son is an abusive drunk, do you really think he will change? Alicent knowing that Aegon is horrible still thinks he has more right to the throne like... I can't lol

I do think it's totally possible that she felt empathetic towards Dyana and the others, but I find it to be rather inconsequential in the big picture of what she's doing. The fact remains that there is massive political benefits to sending Dyana and the other maids away, benefits Alicent took advantage of.

She also chose to ignore the fact that these girls are suffering and chooses to remove them from the Red Keep, leaving them jobless. Yes, this very much seems to be a routine thing for her. The very fact that her original response seemed to be to pay them off and fire them and then she made it the routine is the issue. She doesn't actually consider what would help these girls, and if she does, she ignores it for the option that's more advantageous for her and Aegon.

She's constantly covering for Aegon in an effort to make him king, despite knowing how unfit he is. That's my main issue with Alicent and her actions, no matter how she may have felt originally, she never changes her perspective to one that actually aligns with what she claims. She claims to care for the realm and the people, yet supports a rapist who doesn't give a shit about ruling. Her true motivation isn't to help Dyana and the maids, which is what she paints herself as doing, even to Dyana, that makes any empathy she may have had for them inconsequential, as she simply shoved them under the rug rather than actually care for them.

[staytinys]

Serendipity

Masterlist | y/n’s protection squad

Choi San x Reader

Mountain Man’s Clan

San | 23, dance major, volunteered the dance majors for the ensemble of the semesters new musical, new to Twitter, Seonghwa made his account for him, Wooyoung made his secret account for him after he met Y/N…

Seonghwa | 24, won’t show San how to change the header pic, graduated with his marketing degree early, radio show host and marketing manager, follows all of Hongjoong’s friends for shits and giggles…

Yunho | 23, dance major, constantly jobless, no one knows how he hasn’t been evicted yet, roasts Mingi for being whipped for Y/N, concerned for his safety around Jongho, pissed that San volunteered the dance majors…

Wooyoung | 23, lowkey crushing on Yeosang, dance major, wants to be Yeosang’s personal chef and househusband, Yeosang doesn’t know that he exists, jealous of the attention Yeosang gives Y/N…

[perpetual-canon]

Perpetual Canon Chapter 1. Light in The End of The Rabbit Hole

before / 2. “we go way back” II - 2/2 / next where it started / navigation / about the story

Russ turned to Noodle.

“So that's your friend?”  

“Yeah,” she said. “‘Ts ma bestie. Great guy.” 

Russ raised his eyebrows.

“We go way back,” she added defensively.

Ace blinked. Alrighty then.

(ABOUT) THREE WEEKS AGO

To be honest, no person in their right mind would go to the club to listen to a solo bass performance.

Ace tried to master acoustic guitar back when he was a kid, but apart from bringing some skills and some change on the streets, it made him bored outta his mind. Besides, Ace couldn’t even mask his mediocre skills with singing. He was no Ed Sheeran, that much he knew.

But bass was another story. Ace was leaning mainly on intuition while learning to play, and all jokes about bass players aside, it proved to be possible to reach a somewhat decent level just by lots and lots of improvising, and some solid pointers from Grubber.

So one thing led to another, and Ace landed this part-time gig downtown. He was hired by a fairly successful local cover band for a set of services, which included:

1. Playing before said band in bars, to make up for them being constantly late due to various “mystical coincidences”. (Ace suspected the lead guitarist's drug addiction. It was quite mystical how she fell from the stage a couple times already in the past week Ace has been working with them.)

2. Watching over the band and being their designated driver in case something goes wrong. (Things did go wrong for them pretty often.)

Unfortunately, considering the quality of bars the band was performing in, unless you were Jaco Pastorius, there was always a slight risk of being shot on stage. So Ace’s act usually was brief and involved a lot of guitar-slapping.

Apart from that, it was nothing special – worse than it could’ve been, but better than the jobless void Ace was stewing in for a whole year. To be honest, it was hard. When he and the boys were living in a leaking bus on a literal dump, Ace was a proper leader, capable and (allegedly) even fearless. Now, when they finally were able to afford renting a flat, everybody proved to be more capable than him. Everyone managed to find decent jobs, and they even started a fund for Lil Arturo’s college. Sure, for now it was just a jar in a closet. But a big, promising jar. Full of wonders yet to come, as Big Billy used to say.

And then there was Ace. 20-something, good for nothing. He has been doing odd jobs, but couldn’t settle anywhere for long. Maybe he looked too much like a street rat to catch the eye of proper employers. And, in all honesty, he was one, no avoiding it. Wasn’t looking good in a resume tho.

So no, Ace was not complaining about the gig. He was just observing, making notes. Wasn’t his fault notes came out to be sorta greasy.

--

After Ace finished his routine, he sat down at the bar.

He watched the band perform, and let the familiar numbness blur the uncomfortable pangs in his chest. As a cover band, they accepted requests. Sometimes they were hilariously bad. Right now someone ordered Nickelback and it was a jab at the vocalist’s pride, so instead of singing properly, he was hissing like bacon on fire.

Ace swirled on a bar stool and heaved a deep sigh in hopes that the bartender would take pity on him. The bartender wasn’t impressed, but rewarded him with a glass of water.

The night was still young and people just started to gather, so the bar was not very busy.

Ace was wearing his dark shades again, and so could stare at people busying around without drawing attention. Some might say that only douchebags wear shades in the building, but Ace was ready to accept any label as long as it came handy.   

Aside from a couple of obvious regulars, there was also a tiny woman in a sickeningly bright hoodie. She looked quite out of place, like a teen who wandered in to take home her drunken father.

She sipped whiskey on rocks.

Maybe she was the drunken father.

Even with the hood covering her bangs, Ace couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something familiar about her. He vaguely hoped that it wasn’t because she was Asian and he had sight problems. He didn’t want to be That Guy.

In the meantime the band had finally finished torturing people with their take on Nickelback and got to another request.

“Somebody is feeling nostalgic!” the vocalist yelled in the mike. “Here is “Feel Good Inc”! Without the rap part tho, sorry”.

Ace felt a tingle of warmth rise up from under the dull blanket of boredom. To be honest, that was him who left this request. He figured that if he is going to sit here at the bar with only water in his system, he might as well try to enjoy it. And he knew for sure that this was the only Gorillaz song the band was capable of playing.

Humming under his breath, Ace glanced at the girl again.

She looked sorta tense now. She finished her whiskey in one gulp and called the bartender.

From the corner of the eye Ace saw her showing something to him. It looked like some piece of paper. Whatever it was, the bartender shook his head with a blank expression.

The girl was visibly disappointed by that and slided down from the stool, clearly about to leave. But then she looked up – straight at Ace.

He quickly darted his eyes back to the stage, burning with sudden embarrassment. The girl’s look was pretty intense.

By the time the vocalist reached the second windmill, she was already gone.

Only way later, when Ace was driving drunken band members home at night, it suddenly hit him. The reason why she seemed so familiar.

But it couldn’t be true. His vision must’ve been playing tricks on him.

It couldn't have been muthafuckin’ Noodle from muthafuckin’ Gorillaz.

--

The club was way more sleazy than the one they played at before. Ace half-expected that someone would throw a bottle at his head at some point during the performance. The band climbing on the stage was still hungover and slightly high, so for them the possibility was still on the table. Ace was already bracing himself for driving them all to the hospital instead of their houses.

Unfortunately it meant that, once again, he couldn’t get even a fucking Margarita.

Ace quickly slided between people and furniture, trying to find the least grease stained place for himself and his bass. He was pretty sure at least three couples were already fucking in darker corners of the bar.

That’s when he saw her again.

Same hoodie, same complexion. It was the girl.

She was diving through the crowd like a little koi fish, with a joint in her fingers and a hood on her head. Heart-shaped glasses sparkled dully under the dim lights.

Now Ace could say that he was quite intrigued.

Hypothetically, yes, it could’ve been Noodle. He was aware that The Band was staying in Detroit. But what could’ve prompted her to visit such smelly places? Aren’t stars supposed to club at the tops of skyscrapers with Snoop Dogg and Martha Stewart making brownies, of something?

How dangerous exactly was it to get mixed in this?

--

So far things have been pretty intense. The guitarist ended up in ER two times in the last week, and the drummer caught some STD that didn’t allow him to sit properly.

But all this meant nothing to Ace. His thoughts were completely occupied by the hoodie girl.

For the last five clubs and bars they’ve been playing in, she was always there. She usually arrived well after the band started to play and there was a decent crowd in the venue already. She was always covered up in some way, took something to drink and chatted with the bartender. Then she disappeared.

By this point Ace was pretty sure that she was, in fact, the Noodle from Gorillaz herself. He’s made a point to google paparazzi photos just to compare how she would have looked without makeup and photoshop, and it was a match.

This time Ace was expecting her. The curiosity was bothering him like fleas (And he knew the feeling, the metaphor was quite literal here).

Would he get a chance to talk to her, to learn about why she keeps visiting all these places? Would it be better to ask her directly? Wasn’t she a direct person? What were the odds she’d hit him directly in the face?

As always, Ace sat down at the bar. Watching the drummer suffer on stage was quite entertaining, but he couldn’t stop looking around, waiting for a glimpse of the pink hoodie.

“Hey,” the bartender snapped his fingers, to get Ace’s attention. “You can’t sit here”.

Ace stared at him blankly, trying to remember if he did something to piss the guy off in the past. He appeared quite generic.

“Unless you buy a drink, you can’t take up the space. I don’t make the rules”.

Ace looked at the plaque behind the bartender. It said “My Bar – My Rules”. Right.

“Sorry chef. Ain’t got no money tonight. But you see, I need to watch those fuckas on stage. I’m, how do you put it… their nanny”.

“I don’t care, mate. Unless ya skinny ass ‘bout to order somethin’, Imma callin’ the security. We’ve got a hit up ‘bout ya folk, that stuff disappears here and there after ya’all performance. And from what I’m lookin’ at, you better leave the premises and wait for your friends outside”.

Ace clicked his tongue.

Fuckin’ band had a chance or even a plan to throw him under the bus for whatever junk they’ve smuggled from those shitholes? Not cool.

“That’s a shitty team to be on, that’s for sure,” chimed the voice from behind Ace.

He turned around.

The one and only Noodle from Gorillaz plopped on a stool beside him.

“I’m buying, man,” she said to the bartender. “Long Island for my friend here. And make it longer.”

She saluted Ace with her drink.

Bartender shot them a weary glance, but obliged.

Ace stared at Noodle, desperately trying to find some words to say that would not sound completely and utterly dumb.

“So,” he said.

“So,” she repeated. “Wassup?”

“Drummer got an STD and can’t sit properly,” blurted Ace. His cheeks burned. By the end of the sentence he was already accepting his imminent death.

Noodle raised an eyebrow and shot a quick glance on stage.

“Shit,” she chuckled. “I thought he was just energetic.”

“Gettin’ a solo in the middle of the chorus? Yeah, you can say so.”

Noodle snorted in her drink, splattering whiskey all over Ace’s shirt.

Great.

PRESENT TIME

“Music,” stated Noodle with a strainingly wide smile. “That’s how we know each other! Ha-hah”.

Russel was observing her quietly, with some sort of underlying intensity. Sure, it seemed that he was doing everything intensely, but Ace still panicked – just in case.

“Look, he’s got a guitar! So yeah. We jam sometimes. Don’t we?” She slapped Ace’s shoulder, probably dislocating it forever.

“We sure jam,” croaked Ace through the pain. “We jam very much”.

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before / next where it started / navigation / about the story

[thepalmofyourfreezinghand]

Did that person really compare Matty doing the Naz* salute on stage to what jobless right wingers did to her in 2016? I am stunned how people are weaponising 2016 against her. This coming from a Jew WOC btw. Everyone need to really take a set back and leave this fandom. Everyone is really hurt and I get it.I am appalled like those right wingers call her trans because she is tall and speaks pro LGBTQ issues or every year on her birthday they count how many eggs are left and they are disappointed for not having kids which is always a viral tweet.

Okay, so… I’ve received quite a few asks (even some weird/hateful ones) about this. People (even people from the same background) are gonna have different opinions, and that’s fine.

I agree that Taylor becoming the symbol of right wingers is not Taylor’s fault.

BUT I must say that I was left very disappointed when she explicitly called out Soros in an Instagram story about her masters. This is coming from an atheist, I don’t pretend to know everything. But I also live in Europe, in a country where unfortunately there are a lot of right wingers, in a country where Soros is constantly subject to the worst, most vile antisemitism, as is the case for a lot of European countries. And when she called him out I was SO disappointed. He had pretty much nothing to do with her masters (directly), and she 100% knew the way that man is treated and the horrible, hateful things right wingers say about him. And yet, she chose to call him out explicitly on such a big platform. That honestly took my breath away (in a negative way).

It’s not my place to talk about this stuff, but I’m happy to post opinions others send in, if they’re not hateful.

[waitingforeddyneddy]

That sub member is the one who commented that Simone attended too many events (look how the tables have turned), that she was jobless, that we shouldn’t talk to her of Simone’s career prospects (implying that she didn’t have anything good to say). People tried to reason with her that Simone is a dark skinned indian woman and she’s not going to be booking work like a white person, that she said she had projects that she couldn’t talk about. But she couldn’t care any less. The one thing that I have learned in this fandom is that if someone has an opinion, it’s very hard to change their minds with logic. And it works both ways. Even now that we have proof that Simone has shot two films, this person is just like ‘I don’t care about her’, which is fine, but then why was she fighting with everyone at a point saying that Simone was jobless 🤷‍♀️ when people kept telling her otherwise. Anyways, this person is going to continue thinking that way so we should just stop talking about her. Not everyone is going to like Simone and that’s fine. I just wish they had better reasons to not like her. As the other anon said, acting is subjective and it’s ok if people didn’t like her performance. I disagree with their opinion and that’s also fine. The only thing that really bothers me about JB fans who don’t like her is that there’s this feeling amongst them that she wasn’t good enough to act with their award winning fave and that’s shitty. He is the best actor in that show but he out-acted every actor yet they really like cc and the actress who plays sienna. And so you constantly have to ask yourself why they’re so hard on Simone, someone who speaks kindly of everyone, who minds her own business and doesn’t even interact with their fave, and why they go easy on everyone else.

"And so you constantly have to ask yourself why they’re so hard on Simone, someone who speaks kindly of everyone, who minds her own business and doesn’t even interact with their fave, and why they go easy on everyone else"--->ooof anon, you've hit the mark. It didn't take long after s2 for JB fans to act like obnoxious bullies, the nasty things they've said...one could write a book

[midnights-call]

Sign of the Times WIP Intro

Genre & POV

Soft Sci-Fi, Modern Fantasy, Hopepunk Third Person Limited, Dual

Content Warnings

Rape/sexual assault/sexual abuse, domestic abuse, gaslighting/manipulation, graphic violence/blood/injury/death, dystopian society/propaganda, torture, kidnapping, past toxic relationships, past alcoholism/drug abuse, ableism

Synopsis

Fuad and Rowan are caught in the middle of an oppressive system that seeks to kill those Blessed with divine power, two unwilling figureheads for either side of the conflict. Fuad, a Blessed, is seen as the key to overthrowing everything once and for all, but such status comes with those who wish to take advantage. Rowan, a police officer turned archivist, publicly killed a Blessed, and has been used for propaganda for the government for years despite their overt hatred for it. After years apart, they find themselves needing to work together and put aside their tumultuous past for the sake of a better future, and soon find that maybe the only people they can trust are each other.

More Info below the cut

Characters

#fuad chandra (she/him, 29, androsexual, Blessed) is a clinician who has lived a life in hiding due to her status as a Blessed. All she ever wanted was to live a simple, normal, unassuming life, but with dreams that could be key to Blessed freedom, she's thrust into the limelight of the revolution. Being a pacifist in the thick of things isn't easy, harder still to be in a relationship that seems to be crumbling just like the one she had prior. Lost and uncertain, Fuad is constantly left scrambling, chewed up and spit out by those around her, merely a passive watcher to her own fate.

#rowan asher sacha (they/they, 35, pansexual, human) is a former cop who, after getting into a fight to the death with a Blessed, was left disabled. Knowing they couldn't leave their best piece of propaganda yet jobless, the government gave them a job as the head police archivist in their city, a maintainer of documents and important systems in the station. But Rowan's grown increasingle dissatisfied with the way of things and their use as a puppet for the government. They can't come right out and say they never wanted to kill Blessed, but they can steal documents and smuggle them to the revolution.

#vincent moore (38, he/him, bisexual, Blessed) The darling of the big screen scene, none would ever suspect Vincent is Blessed, never mind working with the revolution. He oozes charisma while still staying humble, his handsome looks contrasted by a soft voice, everything about him being perfect in the most genuine of ways. But beneath the surface lies someone far different than he appears. His infatuation with Fuad might be something far more insidious, and his intense devotion to the revolution may be self-serving.

#malati chandra (61, she/her, bisexual, human) A woman who cracked under the pressure of perfection and fell prey to drugs, who cleaned herself up and made the best life she could once she found out she was pregnant in rehab. After risking everything to raise a Blessed, she thought she might find some time to rest now that he was grown and settling into his life. But now that Fuad is at the center of the revolution, Malati has followed him, intent on protecting him to the best of her ability.

#lex davis (32, she/her, lesbian, Blessed) Leader of the Blessed revolution, Lex does not carry this burden lightly, even if she seems like she does. She understands that freedom always comes at a price, and while she doesn’t enjoy gambling with lives, she’s the only one willing to make those choices. Some might die, but it’s all for the greater good, and that’s what she has to focus on. Someone has to fight for a better future, and by the Gods, Lex is going to fight for it.

#marc greggory (42, he/him, straight, human) Many people have made a name for themselves in business, but few are as prestigious as Marc Greggory. Having inherited the largest pharmaceutical company in the world from his retiring parents, he runs a tight ship and never wants for anything. Imagine his surprise at the vicious rejection from one Rowan Sacha at his business proposal that would make them rich and him richer. Getting into a tenuous relationship with them wasn't part of the plan, but perhaps he can turn it into something profitable.

Ships

#frostbite is Vincent/Fuad. Information on this ship is intentionally left blank :)

#burnt sage is Fuad/Rowan. Two exes who were entangled in a deeply toxic relationship years ago are trying once again to make things work. Rowan's burning passion and Fuad's down-to-earth temperament contrast and complement one another, especially now that they're older and wiser than they were. Oh, and they smoke together sometimes.

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Tag List

@florraisons @phantomnations

[magxit]

Comparing the way Swifties have been acting with Matty to some pretty light tumblr bullying or the odd tweet calling Joe jobless is hilarious. I think Joe sucks. As a result I don’t keep with up him. I don’t follow him. I don’t follow or stalk his fans. I don’t know where the hell he is rn because I simply don’t care. I get that Swifties are on edge because Taylor and Matty are in the same state, but harassing him or his fans that y’all are clearly stalking is kind of embarrassing. He’s in your head rent free. And people constantly forget that there are 1975/Swiftie hybrids that aren’t Maylors yet they get harassed too. Everyone was so hype to be rid of him but won’t….let themselves be rid of him. I’ve even seen some of them harassing Denise which is a whole new level of jobless that even Joe couldn’t reach on his worst day.

Joe deserves to be bullied to his face everyday for the next 6.5 years. Also Matty could say fuck Taylor Swift’s fans at every concert and I would clap because he isn’t wrong.

[reblog-ehtalia-blog]

Drown your sorrows (NedPort)

(I tried to write this as NedPort as possible, but I’m not good at writting).

Either way, Happy NedPort day and Happy Birthday miss @maivalkov

Portugal - João; Netherlands - Lars 

Warnings: mentions of blood, death and alcohol (kinda soft, so use your imagination)

João was a regular at that particular bar, maybe it was because it had a nice atmosphere or maybe it was because it was “close” to his workplace, or maybe it was because of the hot blonde bartender (yeah, it was because of Lars). No matter how many flirted with João, he would rather stay close to Lars or sitting alone in a place where he could steal glances at him. Considering how obvious João was and how perceptive is Lars, everyone (including João) thought that it was only one sided and Lars wasn’t interested, until… One night.

When João was finally reaching the end of the park’ road, he noticed someone’ shadow. He jumped and turned back to face Lars. What was he doing there? But before João could gasp anything of the situation, Lars came closer and bit him. It was all so quick. What was happening? It hurt so much but João didn’t scream. Finally, Lars had come to him… unfortunately, João lost consciousness and in the end his life.

It was the first night that João didn’t come to the bar. He stayed until late working and thought that maybe this was the sign to give up this one side crush. If Lars hadn’t noticed yet how attracted he was to him, then that would only mean that he wasn’t interested and João was acting desperate. He roamed on the streets ending then on the park, João hadn’t been rejected but he was still heartbroken. He decided to continue walking until he found a bench and lied down, only then he noticed how the moon and the starts where beautiful… and after a while, when João sit straight, he noticed how deep and dark the park was. Had he walked that far? How didn’t he notice the lights out? I guess, he was so lost in thoughts that he ended up really lost.

After being heartbroken and getting lost, this was just another sign to João, and it was time to come back home. Lucky as he is, João forgot to recharge his phone, so he had to guide himself through the moonlight. It was nice feeling the cool breeze of the night and feel like he had the park all to himself, at least he didn’t have to bump or see anyone when he felt so down. Or so he thought.

Too bad for João, but Lars finally got him.

Lars was the most professional of the bartenders, he wouldn’t drink or even mess around with the clients. However, in the reality Lars had choose to keep a certain distance from the costumers. He kept his distance from costumers since they would either drink too much or drink strong alcohol (he should have chosen another job then... duh!). From the first day, Lars noticed João’ sweet blood scent, however he would constantly miss his chance to suck him dry (blood and alcohol just don’t quite mix up well together).

So, when an opportunity like this appears, you must grab it, right? Defenceless and sober victim roaming alone on a dark night? That’s clearly an invitation for an appetizing meal.

And this the end. Yes, Lars is a vampire and a bartender. Besides the fact that Lars doesn’t like to mix alcohol and blood together, it would eventually be suspicious if the bar’ clients started to disappear (and he could become jobless too).

[lcndonboysstuff]

You know...I was thinking about how people that claim to hate Joe seem to be more concerned for his career and success than him. Just today I saw someone say that he should quit acting, because it's clearly not working out for him.

Like no I don't expect him to outright say I wish I had booked that role or wish I was more known...but he goes out of his way to say the opposite. People bitching he's not successful while he gives us his definition of success that has not much to do with his career. People bitch he only does small parts and he constantly says how grateful and appreciative he is and how much he values the learning much more than the size of the part. People bitch he's jobless and he hasn't booked anything in years yet here he is telling us that he's in a good place profissionally and makes no big moves to change his path (which I think would happen if he was that unhappy for that long)

i still don’t get how calling a working actor jobless is seen as a good drag..

[pamplemousse666]

I’ve noticed you’ve been struggling for a while now. And like for a minute I got genuinely scared. It seemed like you had hit an all time low and I didn’t know what to do or how to even begin to approach it. But lately, it seems like you’ve taken a big step towards happiness. Idk. It’s clear that you’re definitely still struggling but I’ve seen a change. Or at least I hope I have. And all I really wanted to say was that I’m really rooting for you. If you ever feel like nobody cares I want to say that I care. Sorry if this is awkward. I’m bad with words 😓

I appreciate you for being so kind.💚

The last few months have been really fucking hard. I had an apartment that I loved for about two months, but a water leak caused so much damage that the landlord gave me my deposit back and terminated the lease. I was staying with my brother while looking for a new place, but then he kicked me out (after living on my couch/in my living room for the last 7 years). So I've been going back and forth between sleeping in my car and sleeping at my Mom's place, but she's an alcoholic and I hate being around her when she's drunk so most of the time staying in my car is just the better option. Her health has declined so much that I worry about her constantly but there is nothing I can do about it.

Work has been miserable, lately I feel like I'm one of the only staff members that actually cares about our patients and clients. Last week I caught two of our nurses (one of them is our head LVT) talking shit about me for trying to advocate for a patient that was going into respiratory distress. I feel so defeated every day, and now I'm starting to get the feeling that management is trying to find a way to let me go. I'm afraid I'm going to be homeless and jobless in the near future.

On top everything else, my dog Indie has had some serious health issues lately and I can barely afford her care even though I work at an emergency vet. I don't mean to be dramatic, but Indie is the ONLY good thing I have in my life and literally the only reason I haven't tried to kms yet. I don't know what I would do if I lost her.

I AM at an all time low. But I know nothing will get better unless I work to make it better, no one is going to come save me. And I'm just So Fucking Tired of being angry and sad all of the time. So I am doing my best to stay positive, even if right now it feels like I'm faking it.

I'm sorry for writing out such a long, depressing response. Nothing about your message was awkward, and you aren't bad with words at all. I really appreciate you noticing the effort I've made lately and taking the time to reach out.

Thank you for rooting for me.💚

Thank you for caring at all.💚

I promise to keep trying.💚

[wineninconsistentices]

── 🫀:: 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 ☠︵ . .

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▸ 关于我 . . . ❀︵︵ ↴

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ▸

「 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 」

Spencer "Pen" Lamont

「 𝐀𝐆𝐄 」

27, June 4th, 1997.

「 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 」

Male

「 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 」

He/Him

「 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 」

Swedish m/41b, and meat tenderizer.

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▸ 关于我 . . . ❀︵︵ ↴

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 「 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 」 ▸

「 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 」

Pen's unfiltered and vulgar language is an integral part of his character, often causing him to come across as brash or disrespectful. However, in the context of the apocalypse, societal norms and concerns about politeness become trivial, making such behavior more tolerable. Pen embraces his penchant for using colorful language, never bothering to censor himself. His boisterous and blunt nature manifests in his tendency to speak loudly, crack jokes, and engage in playful banter. While some may find him obnoxious, Pen remains unbothered by their opinions.

Initially, Pen is likely to be reticent and reserved when meeting new people, choosing to remain quiet until he feels comfortable enough to express himself freely. Once at ease, he unleashes his unfiltered persona, speaking his mind without inhibition. However, Pen is susceptible to fatigue and mood swings, experiencing moments of exhaustion or boredom that can cause his demeanor to shift abruptly. One minute he may exude cheeriness and enthusiasm, and the next he might withdraw into a state of disinterest or irritability. Certain triggers have the power to instantaneously alter his mood, leading to unpredictable changes in his behavior.

「 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 」

6'0

「 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 」

None

「 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 」

Pen had quite the reputation for his clumsiness before the apocalypse, constantly finding himself in the hospital for the most absurd reasons. He sported a couple of minuscule scars here and there, but the most noticeable ones were the burns on his torso. Those were the result of a mishap where he accidentally set himself on fire while messing around with a makeshift Molotov cocktail. You would think an experience like that would teach him a valuable lesson and dissuade him from any future foolishness, but he never seemed to learn. He just kept on engaging in reckless behavior, doing stupid stuff. If you look closely, a portion of his left ear has been severed, as if an attempt had been made to sever it entirely, yet only the bare minimum had been accomplished.

「 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 」

Insect related tattoos can be found on him, mainly spiders and moths. Which is ironic because he has a terrible fear of insects, especially spiders.

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▸ 关于我 . . . ❀︵︵ ↴

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 「 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 」 ▸

「 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 」

- Two cans of Mandarins, a beef jerky stick, a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey, a can of Arizona tea, and lastly a bag of lollipops.

「 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 」

Pen had recently made the move to America just before the onset of the apocalypse, leaving behind his hometown of Uppsala, Sweden, where he had spent his entire life. Prior to the move, Pen had predominantly worked as a bartender in various pubs, honing his mixology skills and enjoying the lively atmosphere.

Arriving in America, Pen found himself jobless, seeking employment that would offer financial stability and a comfortable lifestyle. However, fate had other plans in store. As the outbreak unfolded, plunging society into turmoil, Pen surprisingly took the upheaval in stride. Despite the collapse of civilization, he found an odd enjoyment in the chaos, discovering a certain thrill amidst the crumbling structures and disarrayed remnants of what once was.

「 𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐒 」

Wip

「 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 」

Will add later.

「 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 」

Pansexual/Demiromantic

「 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 」

Quality Time.

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