#anyway havea nice day

[onefey]

So, You're The Bad Parent Of A Rival In A Mainline Pokémon Game...

[storiesforallfandoms]

baby mama ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2655

request?: yes!

@kellysimagines​ “well I had one in mind where the reader and colson have a child but are not together anymore and hes dating Megan now but the reader and colson have good contact for their child but also together and she comes over alot and also to bring and pick up their child and she secretly still loves him and Megan somehow knows and she demands that colson stops with the contact and he gets mad at her and wont do it cause they havea kid together and he begins to realise he also still loves her and breaks things off with megan and they talk again t eachother and get back together? :)”

description: in which his new girlfriend does not like how close he is to the mother of his child

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

When Colson and I broke up we made a promise to one another that we would stay civil for the sake of our one year old daughter, Melody.

The break up wasn’t bad to begin with. Colson was busy and constantly working, meanwhile I was home dealing with my pregnancy on my own, and then I was raising Melody on my own. It felt like we were just growing apart and we decided to end things before our relationship took a negative turn. It was hard because I very much did still love Colson, but I knew it was best for us and for Melody.

Colson continued to be in Melody’s life. When he wasn’t touring or filming, he would come over to take Melody. He would spend so much of his free time with her and Casie; his girls. Sometimes he would even invite me to come with them. He was, unsurprisingly, a great father, and something I would convince myself that this civil co-parenting thing would result in us getting back together eventually.

And then he brought Megan over to meet me.

I was getting Melody ready for Colson to pick her up when I heard the front door to my apartment open. I wasn’t too concerned, I usually left the door unlocked when Colson texted me to let me know he was coming to get Melody.

But then an unfamiliar female voice asked, “You just...walk in? You don’t knock?”

“I texted her to tell her we were on the way,” Colson’s voice responded. “She leaves the door unlocked for me.”

“Why?”

I stepped out before Colson answered to see him stood in my porch with a woman. But not just any woman. He was stood there with Megan Fox.

“Oh, hello,” I said. “I had no idea Colson was bringing a guest over. I’m sorry the place isn’t really prepared for guests.”

“Colson is a guest. You knew he was coming,” Megan said.

I didn’t really know how to answer that. The look Megan was giving me was not a friendly one. It made me feel so small and insignificant.

Colson didn’t notice as he happily introduced us. “Megan, this is (Y/N), Melody’s mom. (Y/N), this is Megan. I wanted to bring her by to meet you before you heard the news through some bullshit tabloid website.”

It took me a moment to realize what he meant and I tried to make sure my expression showed only shock and not the heartbreak I was also feeling.

“Oh, good for you, Colson,” I managed, with real shock by fake enthusiasm. “And it’s really nice to meet you, Megan.”

I extended a hand to her. She glanced at it for a moment, a look of disgust passing through her eyes before she took my hand and gave it a quick shake.

Colson let himself into my place, as he usually did, and effortlessly made his way to the living room where Melody was watching cartoons in her playpen. Megan seemed shocked by Colson’s comfortability in my apartment, but followed him anyways.

“Hello beautiful princess,” Colson cooed. Melody immediately smiled at the sight of her father. “Are you ready to come with daddy and his new friend?”

Melody cooed in response. Colson took her from her playpen as I went to grab the overnight bag I had packed for her.

“What’s your plan for the day?” I asked.

“I was thinking of taking Melody to the park while we wait for Casie to get out of school. Then we’re going out for dinner. Did you want to come? Casie has been asking to see you again.”

Normally, I would happily accept his offer. I loved to spend time with Casie and still considered her to be like my step daughter even though Colson and I weren’t together anymore. But I could see Megan stood behind Colson, glaring daggers into the back of his head before turning her deathly glare on me. She very clearly did not want me to join them in their plans.

“I...I actually have a lot to do around the house,” I told him. “Maybe next time.”

Colson wasn’t discouraged by my rejection. He shrugged and took the overnight bag from me. “I’ll have her back tomorrow evening.”

I saw them both out, calling for them to have a good time. Colson paused to turn back and wave Melody’s tiny hand at me. Megan silently got into the front seat and slammed the door shut.

I knew there was going to be some trouble in paradise over this whole visit.

I was proven right later that night when I texted Colson after not hearing from him all day. Usually, when he had Melody and I Wasn’t with them, he would send me messages and picture updates. The fact that he hadn’t texted me at all was starting to worry me.

It was a simple, friendly text: “hey, just checking in. is Melody okay? :)”

The response was quick and colder than normal: “she’s fine. we’ll be back tomorrow.”

I sighed and placed my phone aside. I figured that our “civil” co-parenting relationship was officially over because Megan didn’t like it. I guess I should’ve expected this for whenever Colson got a new girlfriend, but I hoped he would care enough about Melody to stand up for this decision we had made.

Or maybe I hoped he still loved me enough to want me in his life.

When he came by to drop Melody home the next evening, he knocked at my front door - further proving that he was allowing Megan to wedge herself between us.

I wasn’t shocked to see her in the passenger seat of Colson’s car, watching the two of us like a hawk.

“Hey,” I said, putting on a smile for Melody’s sake. “Hello mama’s girl. Did you have a good time with daddy?”

Colson passed her to me, a ghost of a smile on his face before it disappeared. “I’ll - uh - be back again next week. I’ll let you know when I’ll come by to get her.”

“Yeah...okay.”

You could cut the tension with a steak knife.

I closed the door as Colson made his way back to his car; back to Megan.

I looked at the sweet infant in my arms. “I think things are about to become very tense between mommy and daddy.”

~~~~~~

I didn’t hear from Colson for the next week, which I tried not to let bother me. If he was going to let a new girlfriend get between the promise he made to his daughter, that was his choice.

When he finally texted me, it was early one morning to let me know he was on his way to pick up Melody. and he’d likely be taking her for a few nights. I opted not to respond and just went to pack the bag for Melody’s visit.

A knock came at the front door. I went to answer and was shocked to find that Megan wasn’t with him.

“Hey,” he said.

“I’m still packing Melody’s bag,” I said, coolly.

“That’s okay. Can I come in while I wait?”

“I don’t know. Are you allowed to come in?”

Colson grimaced, which made me feel some pride. At least he was feeling bad for letting Megan control him the way she had.

I stepped aside and gestured for Colson to come in. I expected him to just wait in the porch since apparently it was a very big deal to his relationship if he came any further than the front door, but he walked in like he always did, making his way to the living room to see Melody. His mood immediately changed when his eyes landed on his daughter. He sat down next to her on the floor and started playing with the toys she had scattered around her.

I packed her bag as quickly as I could, still fearing the worst. It was Colson’s decision if he no longer wanted to be civil because of Megan, but I refused to be on the receiving end of Megan’s venom. She had to know there was nothing between Colson and I. He had chosen her. That was the end of it. There was no need for this childish jealousy she was seemingly displaying.

When I walked back out to the living room, I was hit with a flash of what life was like before Colson and I split up. He had her on his lap, both of their eyes glued to the TV where Melody’s favorite cartoons were playing. I had seen this image many times before when I was living at Colson’s house after Melody was born. I found myself longing for those days again, but quickly shook myself out of that train of thought.

“Here,” I said, holding the bag out to him. “She should be set for however long you decide to keep her, but if you need anything you can let me know.”

Colson stood from his spot on the floor, Melody in one arm as he took the bag with the other. “Thanks.”

A tense silence fell over us. We were just stood there, looking at one another. I tried not to get lost in those blue eyes that I loved so much because it just made my heart hurt even more. I hated having to remind myself that he wasn’t mine anymore. He belonged to someone else now.

“(Y/N),” he started, but then hesitated. Finally, he said, “I’m sorry.”

I felt a lump growing in my throat at his apology. I turned way from him, trying to make it seem like I was busy picking up Melody’s toys. “Shouldn’t you be going? Wouldn’t want Megan getting upset because you’re here too long.”

“We broke up.”

I turned quickly to look back at him. “What?”

Colson sighed and placed Melody back on the floor, along with her bag. He gestured to the couch, “Can we sit and talk? I think I have some explaining to do.”

I sat next to him. I was feeling very cautious for some reason. Like I needed to have my guard up in case this was some “gotcha” moment he was trying to pull on me. He wouldn’t look at me at first, opting instead to look at his lap as he spoke.

“The way I’ve been acting the last week...it wasn’t right. We made a promise to be civil for Melody’s sake no matter what, and the way I was acting wasn’t civil.”

“No, it wasn’t,” I agreed. “It really hurt me that you were so quick to throw away that promise for the first person you dated after we broke up.”

“I know. It wasn’t fair to you or to Melody. But after we came to get Melody that day, Megan just started freaking out when we were alone. She said that me and you were far too comfortable with one another for her liking, and she said it was obvious there were still feelings between us and that made her uncomfortable.”

I shook my head, trying to hide my face in case it displayed any signs of Megan’s analysis being right. “We’re just close for the sake of Melody. You’re the same way with Emma.”

“Yeah, that’s what I told her. But then she brought up me inviting you to come with us, and she wouldn’t listen when I told her that we always go out together and I didn’t invite you to be disrespectful to her or to make her uncomfortable. So I just left it. I told her I wouldn’t do that if it made her so upset, but she escalated it to she didn’t want me to talk to you at all unless it had to do with Melody, and she didn’t want me coming over and being all friendly in your apartment.”

I rolled my eyes. “And you agreed to that?”

He shrugged. “What else was I supposed to do? She was upset. She was freaking out in the car with Melody. I didn’t want her to scare Melody, so I just said I would to calm her down.”

I clenched my jaw at the thought of Megan scaring my child. If she was the result of anything negative happening to Melody, she’d be seeing me much more than she would want to.

“She seemed satisfied when I dropped Melody off the next day and it was a quick exchange and then we left. She saw that you had texted me that night and told me she didn’t like that, so I refrained from texting you the next week just to make her happy. But after a few days I realized that I wasn’t happy because I wasn’t talking to you and we weren’t going out and doing things as a family with Casie. I mean, yeah Megan was nice enough to the girls and Casie got along with her, but it’s not the same way you get along with Casie. She even asked me when she would get to see you again. Not when Megan was around, luckily.”

“So...what, you broke up with her because she didn’t like that you were close to the mother of your child?” I asked.

“No. Well...kind of. That was part of it. I tried to talk to her again to assure her that there was nothing between us besides the love for our daughter, but I realized as I was saying it that it wasn’t true. Because...that week of not taking to you was like hell to me, (Y/N). I hated it. Not sending you pictures or videos of Melody that day I had her killed me, and then to give you the cold shoulder and not talk to you at all for a week made me realize that...that I love you too much to not have you in my life.”

My heart skipped a couple beats. I tried to tell myself he didn’t mean it in a romantic way, but it was hard to deny his meaning when he was looking at me the way he was. With the love in his eyes that I used to see when we first got together; when I was pregnant with Melody; after Melody was born.

“This is going to be really awkward if you don’t feel the same way,” he continued. “But I don’t regret breaking up with Megan for you. Even if you don’t have feelings for me anymore and that potential romance between us is done forever, I still want to be in your life. I still want to be a family with you and Melody and Casie. But if that’s not what you want, I understand. I treated you like shit this last week because of someone I thought I loved, and if you don’t want to give me another chance because of that I understand. But I - ”

I cut off his rambling by jumping into his lap and attaching my lips to his. It took him by surprise at first, but he soon was kissing me back. His hands were roaming my body while mine were running through his soft hair. We were so lost in one another that we forgot we had a child sitting on the floor just inches away from us until she started cooing.

We pulled apart to look down at Melody, who was watching us with big, blue eyes; a mirror image of her dad’s. We looked back at each other and started to laugh.

“Why don’t you come over tonight, too?” Colson asked. “That is, if you don’t have any plans.”

“I don’t have any plans for the next few days,” I told him.

He smiled up at me and I smiled back. I quickly got off his lap and raced for my room to pack an overnight bag for myself.

[luicothecannible]

hey ur cool have blood boi :DD (sorry its just a sketch I'm about to leave adn I don't have time to finish it--)

anyway havea nice day buh bye :))

I JUST SAW THIS OMG.

I LOVE THIS

shakes you violently and lovingly

[crowll]

your eyes ♥︎

The eyes are the 'key to the soul', they say. We can read what someone is feeling just by a look in their eyes. They show us the world, it's beauty and yet at the same time they expose us to it or trick us.

(i_i)＼(^_^) . . .

Diving into all the details I tried to have with some sort of sense: the left eye (both opened and closed) belongs to Crowley, the upper lash representing his snake form from Eden, the lower lash not really having a role in this but it reminds me of the Shakespearian Crowley, so so be it. The right eye belongs to Aziraphale as you might know by now. Tried to choose an accurate shade for his eye color because I can't really tell what eyecolor is it (#/twins lol), the upper lash symbolises his wings, the angel form, whilist the lower lash once again doesn't have much meaning, however if we think about it, the black spikes can represent the temptations that he was succesfully tempted into by the demon, or all the questionings of the Greater Plan, the whole Heavenly System and all the small thoughts about his field that he tends to have.

Sorry for all the imperfections ! I'm self taught with various breaks - shorter and longer. I don't really have an artstyle, I draw the way my hands allow me to, ending up with things that I try to of course correct. But everything made by human can not be 100% perfect, right? Or is it just an simple excuse from my side.... anyway, I personally really enjoyed drawing this piece, took me few good hours even if it doesn't look like that. That little note about eyes - I love to sound smart (/hj bc i sometimes really do) and I love pouring out my thoughts about some things even if my opinion can not be right.... Being on the internet can give me the freedom of speaking out my heart the way I can't do in real life sorry.

Sorry for my upper share of thoughts, internet is one of the places where I feel comfortable speaking (introverted and shy thangzzz lol) so :) hopefully youll havea nice day or afternoon or evening !! And wishing for a final world peace 🙏 stay safe and happy out there

[rubycowashere]

.good morning rubidium company! our mind has not been taken over with theories on what the little ominous smile you left in our humble abode meant when we are bored, and we have no theories what that meant what so ever! yours trully, cursadeous thingus ps, we are so normal <-lie who lies (anyways HOPE YA HAVEA NICE DAY!!!!! :D )

What smile? I don't even know what you are talking about ;D hehe Much love, Rubidium Company

[haver-of-wives]

everyone else is too distracted to help you anyway. they've all got other priorities that don't involve babying an overdramatic child

hey anon how about I Have A Knife adn if you continue to Talk Shit it will find its way into your ribcage. thankyou that is all havea nice day🖕

[cowboylikemeg]

good morning

[moon-peony]

Ok listen. I know I don’t post too much about spirituality on main (or post about like.......anything), but ya girl saw a couple of signs I asked for today from the universe about a Thing™️ and I’m super hype and thankful???????

[missblissy]

Human Alastor x reader playing Bowling? (Idk i just like that type of date hhaha) Maybe just them or maybe with friends

((>W>.............................. js I hate bowling. But I love you nonny, so for you..... I made this. ENJOY!! Sorry for the wait *cries*))

How goes bowling these days? Is that even still a thing? And why would anyone want to go bowling other than to drink? But no one drinks have the time... people just go for the pin and balls. Maybe it had to do with long and round phallic objects and balls rolling around. Regardless, your friends had dragged you to go bowling for whatever reason. And you decided to drag Alastor along because if you had to suffer, so did your boyfriend. It was also a bonus that he got along with your friends as well... some of them at least.

It was Charlie's idea mostly. She was someone who always wanted to go out and try new things. It was something she lived by apparently because this week's new activity was bowling at one of those dark neon allies with an arcade built-in. Charlie managed to talk her girlfriend, Vaggie, into coming too. Angel came because he also assumed there would be drinks but found out there wasn't a damn bar inside. You honestly had no idea how or why Husk was even there because he was completely and entirely miserable. If you had to guess it had something to do with you forcing Alastor to come.

Anyways, you and your little group of friends had found themselves staring down an alley with those silly little shoes on. Angel wouldn't wear his though, he wouldn't let their piss shade of yellow clash with his outfit.

You were sitting in plastic chairs next to Angel as you watched Charlie and Alastor go up next. You had two lanes so they went together. Angel sat next to you, he grabbed an arm behind you on the back of your chair and leaned in, "Five bucks says Allie gets the gutter," He whispered loud enough for Alastor to hear. You giggled as you saw your boyfriend's brow twitch and ignore the comment.

There was a second there that you were tempted to say something back to Angel but you were interrupted by the loud clash and computer saying "Strike!" You looked up and saw that Charlie was still holding her bowling ball. But walking away with a smirk on his face, Alastor's smug pride gleamed off him. The shock on everyone's face only made him boast to himself even more. When did Alastor find the time to get good at bowling.

As he sat down next to you, he threw Angel's arm away from you and replaced it with his own, though he was sure to wrap his fingers around your shoulder and bring you closer to him. He never liked Angel, and he was always so overly protective when it came to you anyways, so it wasn't welcomed that the boy was so close to you. Even if he was a guy. Competition is competition, it doesn't matter who they are, Alastor didn't like sharing you. Period.

"How... Did you do that?" You asked him.

Alastor shrugged and watched as Charlie threw her bowling ball right into the gutter, "I'm perfect at everything I do, dear." That was supposed to be satire.

Angel rolled his eyes and with a huff, he crossed his arms, "You can't fuck." He deadpanned.

Instincts kicked in and you ducked seconds before Alastor nearly climbed over you and punched Angel in the face. He missed and got him in the shoulder instead.

"Leave Alastor and his fuckless life alone," Husk said as he got up from his seat, "Some people are just better than the rest of us sexual deviants," He took his turn bowling soon after saying that. Vaggie went next as well. She choose to keep her mouth shut on all this.

But even Charlie had something to say, "Come on guys," She awkwardly waved her hands, trying to calm everyone down, "If you're going to fight take it outside this time. I don't want to get kicked out of another place of business..."

"He won't fight me, he'd know I'd deck him in the head and give 'em a one-two combo real quick like last time." Angel reminded everyone, and you all collectively remembered Angel clocked Alastor in the face at a bar after a heated argument. Alastor went out like a light and broke his nose on the way down. You looked at him and saw the little kink in his nose from that night.

You sighed and reached down into your pocket and pulled out your wallet. You grabbed a random twenty and handed it to Angel, "I'll give you this and two cigs if you go outside for ten minutes."

Angel gave you a snotty look, somewhat offended that you'd even offer such a thing. But he knitted his brows, snatched your twenty-dollar bill, and stole two cigarettes from the pack you left laying next to you on your seat, "I'm gonna find a bar on this fucking street- I'll be back later, losers."

You could still feel the rage simmer off Alastor even after Angel left. Though you didn't have time to say anything to him. It was your turn to go up. And now that Angel was gone, you didn't want to go up there and make a fool of yourself alone... Half your plan was to have Angel bowl next to you so that no one would notice how bad you were.

"Um-" You said as everyone waited for you to go, "I'd...uh... Um. I don't know hooow-" You were cut off as Alastor quickly got up and pulled you up with him.

He dragged you to the lane and got a bowling ball for you, "Hold this," He said. You noticed his anger from before had all but melted away. Alastor gave you a charming smile and stood beside you, "Copy me. Like when we dance."

You blinked at him a few times then did was he said. He held his hand up, pretending he had a ball. You copied him and did the same. He brought his hands to his chest, stepped forward, swung his arm back then forward again. You smiled at him and did the same, but you actually threw a ball. It rumbled down the lane and crashed into a couple pins. At least you didn't get the gutter.

"See? That easy," Alastor smiled at you. He place a hand on your arm and pressed a kiss on your cheek. He grabbed your hand in his and asked, "Do you want to see if they have any vending machines in the arcade? We can get some snacks?" Which was code for do you want to sneak away for a second?

"Sure," You quickly agreed while locking your fingers with his. The two of you scurried off with him. The second you were out of eyesight and safe behind a wall, Alastor gave you a more proper kiss.

He pulled away and asked, "Why did we come again?"

You shrugged, "Charlie asked." You simply said.

Alastor let out a huff then started walking with you towards the vending machines, "You can't really say no to someone like her..."

As you pulled out a few loose coins from your pocket and slipped them into the machine you laughed, "No, you can't." You both dearly loved your friendship with Charlie... But she could be a bit bossy sometimes.

The two of you collected an arm full of snacks and started walking back together, "Well, I say when we get home, we have a proper date."

You laughed and even lost a few snacks. You picked them up quickly and said, "You mean you cook us dinner and we watch a movie? That's not a proper date either, ya know."

Alastor smirked at you then nudged his arm into yours with a grin, "It is too because it'll be just us. Alone."

You rolled your eyes but still chuckled to yourself, "Alright, alright," You said, "What do you want to watch?"

He shrugged, "Don't care. I just want to make fried rice tonight."

You let out a huff of a laugh and passed out a snack to each of your friends while Alastor gave them a drink of some kind, "Fine. But I'm picking a TV show then because I just started watching something on Netflix."

"Aw, are you guys leaving?" Charlie asked with way too much sadness on her face.

"No, no-" You waved a hand slightly, "Alastor just doesn't think this is a proper date, so he has to make one up at home."

"What do you mean this isn't a proper date?" Vaggie threw a hand in the air, "All of us brought our partners! I mean- Angel left... So Husk is more like a third wheel at this point. This definitely counts as a group date or whatever."

"Call me old-fashioned, but you don't bring your friends on a date and there is no such thing as a group date," Alastor said as he cracked open a can of cola.

"What about a double date?" Husk asked from his seat while he tore open a bag of chips.

"This isn't a double date and even then those aren't real dates either. You're supposed to be somewhere nice, havea nice meal, share a few drinks. Share some stories and laughs with the one person you're interested in courting, then call it a night, done!" Alastor smiled to himself while everyone else collectively sighed. He was old-fashioned. (But you liked that about him.)

"This isn't 1955, Al. You can go on a date anywhere. Like here. What about going to the zoo? Could that be a date?" Vaggie asked.

Alastor thought about it, tapped a finger to his chin then gleefully said, "Nope! That's an outing!" Several people groaned but no one went on to feed into his banter.

You did hear Husk grumble under his breath "You need to go out to go on a date," But Alastor must have not heard it or choose to not say anything.

The rest of your night there wasn't that bad either. Angel did end up coming back, but not without his arms full of booze bottles of all kinds. They didn't serve drinks here but at least Angel was wise enough to buy some solo cups too. No one was really paying attention to the bowling anymore either. (You lost, not that you cared or anything.... You did.) Instead, you and your friends had gathered around in the arcade, drinking, laughing, playing games, and picking on each other harmlessly. You enjoyed every second of it, much to your surprise. Alastor did as well, though... He still insisted on his proper date once you got home.

[ninjnerd-anaklusmos]

Aa I just wanted to say I love ur one foot in front of the other series!!! Everyone’s characterization is so good! I love how u stay true to the canon personalities but also add to them and make them deeper. It’s so nice to have a series more focused on the brothers and their bond. The way you write them really makes them feel like siblings. I’m adoring all the fluff and angst in every fic. Also love the belphie was just in the counter. Anyways have a good day and keep up the amazing work!!

Aww! Thank you so much, Anon! I try very hard to make their personalities as canon as possible, but they are brothers! They need to have chaotic chaos! The entire reason that I started writing for Obey Me! was the sad lack of brotherly bonding. I also was super interested in the lore, but I kinda went and made my own lol. I try to balance angst and fluff because for the love of me, I can't leave anything angsty. No one:

Belphie:

I hope you havea great day/night too! Thank you for leaving an ask!

[the-gongoozler]

POST-TROS Trilogy reactions, my own opinions.

I just saw The Rise of Skywalker. These are my opinions as someone who doesn’t follow any of the actors (besides Adam Driver’s charity because that’s something I wrote a paper on) or fandom drama (racism! sexism! something happened with John Boyega?)

Preface: I don’t need outrage. I don’t care. I will block you if you’re rude, period. This is my opinion and I am not a crazy fan, I just watch the movies about once a year and I enjoy every single one of them. I loved The Rise of Skywalker and found it to be a fantastic full circle for the entire 9 movie series as well as the trilogy. Don’t need any negative vibes, thank you :)

Ben Solo

I really enjoyed Ben Solo. It felt like the point of the series was the redemption arc of Ben Solo. It was a symbolic repeat of Anakin/Vader’s story line. Anakin was alone, taught by masters, tempted by the dark side, and then turned into a completely separate man. They both came back to themselves in time to save the day, but there is a massively key difference. Darth Vader is not Anakin, he is the darkness that lives inside of Anakin (and everyone has this darkness). Kylo Ren was the corrupted Ben Solo, but he never got the foothold in Ben’s psyche that Vader got in Anakin’s. Anakin was controlled by Vader completely whereas Kylo Ren never had complete control over Ben (first example I can think of: He didn’t shoot Leia when he had the opportunity to kill her). In the body of Anakin Skywalker, there is only Vader, whereas Ben’s body has two battling minds: Ben v. Kylo Ren.

What I found really really cool was that Rey killed Kylo Ren. On the Death Star II in IX, where Darth Vader died in VI, Kylo Ren dies when he is stabbed by Rey. Then, with Rey’s help, Ben Solo is reborn as the only mind in his body. He was healed by light and love and then told that if he was just Ben Solo, she would have taken his hand. If he hadn’t thought that he needed the Dark Side to be whole, he might have had everything that he could possibly hope for (romantic love, familial love, a future, power).

The tragedy of Ben Solo is that Luke saw him tempted by darkness and accidentally pushed him toward the darkness. If Luke had talked to him, expressed love and understanding instead of fear, then Ben Solo would never have been controlled by Kylo Ren. Instead, he fell and was corrupted only to be brought back by someone truly understanding him (which, other than through unstoppable access to his deepest thoughts,would have never happened) and then choosing to love him because of that understanding. Ben didn’t have to bring Rey back, he could have just mourned her and disappeared to live his life, but he was driven to sacrifice himself by the love he felt for Rey.

I am a HUGE fan of a redemption arc and I think they pulled it off beautifully for him. His last words ever spoken (while holding Rey’s lifeless body) were “Can you hear me? Hold on.” The instant recognition of his goodness by Rey, the smile on his face when he saw the result of his sacrifice, and then their kiss (a recognition of his return to himself) was honestly just... it was achingly gorgeous. I really liked the film.

Rey

A strong force wielder, a mechanic, a scavenger, and an orphan. She kicks ass, she takes names, and she is the strongest Jedi the world has ever seen. Love her.

Finn

Finn is cool in VII and IX. He was funny, smart, and helpful in the first and last of the trilogy, both playing a stand alone and serious character while providing good comic relief. I also really appreciate the platonic nature of the relationship between him and Rey, something that could have turned romantic. He’s a good soldier and he found his way out of the ranks of the Storm Troopers on his own. He’s obviously less developed in VII because it’s the first movie, but he’s generally a nice guy (not a Nice Guy) and I was excited to see more from him. I loved his connection to BB-8 and Poe immediately.

In VIII, he did more harm than good. Had he not disobeyed orders and left the ship, less people would have died. He left the ship, freed that guy from jail, then that guy gave the plans away and made the bad guys aware of the escaping ships that they otherwise would have missed. If Finn had stayed put, those ships would have escaped. It was a failure in writing and his character would have been better served by not even being in the movie. His near-sacrifice didn’t even make sense to me? He would have been obliterated by the laser before he could have reached it anyway? Give him something more epic, thank you please.

Then, IX. He kicked ass. I don’t know what he was going to say to Rey, but everything he said to Poe was golden. They are a great duo and I enjoyed every moment they interacted. He was a good friend and he tried to keep his group together (mostly having to go after Rey when she was being a stubborn brick wall). I mean, Rey made it to the Death Star because she had a lot of experience with machinery and the force. He did it by sheer “I gotta save this dumbass” willpower. He had a similar energy to Steve Harrington in Stranger Things (”mommy steve”).

Poe Dameron

Love him. No complaints. He was Han Solo but less brash and more funny. He was funny as shit and I enjoyed him from the first moment we saw him. I really wish he was in more of the trilogy, but the parts that he was in were great. Him and Finn kicked some serious ass. I love the way that he incorporated Finn into his family unit immediately and then again with Rey. He is a dedicated and headstrong and funny pilot. That’s it.

Rose

Tbh, I don’t care too much about her? I just disliked everything she did/was involved in in VIII and the way she was introduced was mishandled, really. She was 100x better in IX and I definitely cared about her more. Her introduction felt rushed and forced and she was a big character before I cared about her at all, then she was put into the worst plot line in the whole series (discussed in the Finn section). I think that they could do more with her, but I don’t mind if they don’t.

Luke Skywalker

His whole thing was kinda bullshit? He was the catalyst for the birth of Kylo Ren, he abandoned the galaxy when it needed him most, and he wasn’t gay- those pussies. I didn’t like when he yeeted his light saber, it felt disrespectful.  I didn’t like the way he died. I did like his personality and the way that he dusted off when Kylo Ren shot him all those times.

Leia Organa

People I’ve talked to keep bitching about her using the force and like... what? She was always force sensitive and she had a long time to learn between series. Plus, she lived with or around Luke for a long time before he decided to fuck off into a corner of the galaxy. She was a general and a Jedi and a gorgeously perfect woman. I also love the way that she was always ready to give her son another chance. The only way to get someone to come back is to tell them they are welcome and no matter what he did (HAN SOLO) she could always accept him if he changed. Adore.

Han Solo

He was also ready to help his son, if it was necessary. He had faith that Ben could do what needed to be done. Also, the version of him that is in Ben’s memories is so sweet and fantastic. I loved that little bit. When Ben calls him “dad”?? my heart melted. Plus, his mentorship of Rey combined with him and Chewie’s interactions? God, he’s cool.

I didn’t like that he was so dispassionate though. That was bothersome, I would have thought he would have been more for-the-cause since he was connected to the rebellion the whole damn time. It would have been cool to have him havea moment where you saw that change.

Chewbacca, R2-D2, C3-PO, BB-8, and D-O

Obviously fantastic?

General Hux

rat bastard

Snoke

Weird thumb man

Palpatine

Aggressive tickle monster

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Another note-

Rey/Ben

I saw it coming the moment I watched VII. I really enjoyed it. They both were so closed off to the world and so horribly alone for various reasons, both in and out of their control. They were tempted by the dark side and anger and hurt and betrayal. They were scared of their own burgeoning power. Where Rey’s powers and temptation were met with support, Ben was met with fear. That drove him down.

Because of their force bond, they were literally soul mates. Not in a romantic way! They literally were made with an unbreakable connection through the force and that allowed them to speak and know the depths of their hidden thoughts and desires and fears. Ben knew Rey better than anyone else did and better than he knew anyone else, the same is true in reverse.

Rey could see the dual nature of his mind and understood his struggle. She knew Ben Solo and she knew Kylo Ren. She also recognized that it was his fight to win and that all she could do was offer her hand to take if he wanted it. She admitted outright that she would have stayed with him had he been just Ben Solo when he offered her a place by his side. She was in love with Ben Solo as soon as she knew him and that was shown very explicitly in that moment by the fire, when they were both vulnerable and curious. In the moments that he was Ben, she would reach out to him. When he was Kylo, she had no interest.

I love that she had no interest in Kylo Ren. She wasn’t about to stick around and fix him, that was his job. This sort of draws the line between physical attraction or shallow attraction and the true bond that she had with Ben Solo. She wasn’t drawn to him out of interest, she loved him and understood him and was not going to be tricked by that love into falling for Kylo Ren. Super strong choice for her and it goes against a lot of Enemies to Lovers tropes.

When she stabs him, she kills Kylo Ren. When she heals him, she revives Ben Solo. She all but says that she loves Ben and that provides the momentum that he needs to move forward. She held out her hand one last time by saying that she would have stayed with Ben, then escapes for her own safety and the safety of the Rebels in case he makes the wrong decision once again.

Then the fight scene where she transfers him the saber? The way that he limps over to her and hold her in his arms? The way he smiles when he looks at her beautiful lively eyes? The kiss that said “You saved my life/I’m so proud of you/You are the only person in my entire life that truly understands me” on both parts? Gawjus.

[bittysvalentines]

If Pies Could Talk

Happy Valentine’s Day, @BajillionKittens!  I think I hit all of your requests, so I hope you enjoy the fic!  Thanks to Georgia and Silvia for organizing everything again this year! 

Love from @aflailureandamasterpiece aka Julibean19 

If Pies Could Talk (also on AO3)

Summary: Jack wants to ask Bitty something but he can’t find the words. If pies could talk, they’d call him a lovable failboat.

Zimbits, Explicit, POV Jack, Bottom!Jack, Communication Failure, Baking Jack, Cuddling & Snuggling, Special Appearances by Dex and Señor Bun

“Bits?” Jack asks, gently pushing unruly blond curls off Eric’s forehead.  “Time to get up.”

A soft, negative noise meets Jack’s ears as Bitty groans and rolls over, showing Jack his back.  

“I know it’s early, bud,” Jack says, lifting his comforter back and sliding into bed behind his boyfriend.  “But it’s not checking practice early… it’s 9 a.m.”

“It’s Saturday,” Bitty protests, pulling Jack’s arm around his waist and shuffling backward into his chest.  “It’s the day of rest. We’re resting.”

“Isn’t the day of rest Sunday?”

“Do not chirp me,” Bitty mumbles, barely turning his head toward Jack, eyes still closed.  “It’s five a.m.”

“It’s nine.”

“Do you want to argue or do you want to cuddle?”

Jack smiles, leaning in to press the tip of his nose to Bitty’s hairline and taking a deep breath.  Exhaling, he kisses the side of Eric’s throat, delighting in the happy murmur and wriggle of appreciation it gets him.  “I want to cuddle,” Jack whispers, still smiling.

He set an alarm on his phone anyway.  They have time. Settling back into his pillow, Jack pulls Bitty tight to his body and lets his eyes fall closed.

When his timer goes off forty minutes later, it feels like it’s only been a few seconds.  Jack groans and reaches for his phone, eager to stop the pop music that’s blaring from the speakers.  “Did you change my ringer to Beyoncé?” he asks, opening one bleary eye to silence the alarm.

“It’s Nicki Minaj, you heathen,” Bitty mutters, rolling over to face him.  

“It’s terrible,” Jack insists, dropping his phone back onto the nightstand as Bitty’s fingers slip under the hem of his tee.  “Crisse, your hands are cold.”

“Feel like warming me up?” Eric asks, apparently much more awake than Jack is.  

“Just come here,” Jack says, sliding one arm under Bitty’s neck and pulling them flush together.  He hooks his chin over Eric’s shoulder and curls around him, rubbing soothing circles against his lower back.

“This is nice,” Bitty says, sighing contentedly, letting himself sink into Jack’s body.  “We should do this every morning.”

“If we did this every morning we’d never make it to Faber.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Bitty says, breath hot against the side of Jack’s throat.

“Coach Hall might have something to say about it.”

“Well,” Bitty says, nipping Jack’s skin, “he’s not here right now.”

“That would be awkward.”

“I’m trying to set a mood here, Mister Zimmermann.  Work with me.”

“Oh,” Jack says, feeling his face heat.  He had been enjoying their morning snuggles so much he hadn’t noticed the hardness growing against his hip.  

“Yeah,” Bitty says, breathy and low.  “Oh.”

Before Jack has a chance to respond, Eric is rolling on top of him, straddling his thighs.  He looks up to see the sunlight bouncing off Bitty’s hair, giving him an ethereal glow. The effect is gorgeous and has Jack flicking his eyes to his phone and considering pulling up his camera app.

“I want you,” Eric says simply, biting down on his lower lip.

Smiling, Jack crooks his finger at him until he drops down low enough to kiss.

The moment Eric’s lips meet his, Jack melts, sinking deep into his pillows.  He runs his palms under Bitty’s sleep-worn shirt and splays them across his back possessively, moaning into his mouth.

Eric hasn’t brushed his teeth, but Jack did just before waking him, so it’s easy to ignore in favor of sucking on his tongue.  It’s hot, but slow—a deep kiss that Jack can take his time with. He pulls Eric in even closer and sucks on his bottom lip until Bitty is whining into his mouth.

Eager to find what other desperate sounds he can pull from Bitty, Jack reaches up to cup the back of his head before rolling them over and settling his hips between Eric’s thighs.

“Lord, I love when you do that,” Eric breathes, eyes fluttering shut as Jack slides his hands up his stomach, taking his shirt with them.  

“I love when you wear my clothes to bed,” Jack says, pulling the old Habs tee over Eric’s head.

“If we could turn up the heat once in a blue moon maybe I’d sleep naked.”

“I’ll consider it,” Jack breathes against Bitty’s exposed stomach.  He nudges one of Bitty’s nipples with his nose before wrapping his lips around it.  It might be nice to sleep wrapped around a naked Bitty, but Jack also likes what they have—a warm cocoon of bedding and threadbare pajamas—a twin bed just barely big enough for two.

“Fuck, Jack,” Bitty whines, arching into his mouth.  

Jack switches to the other side and sucks until Bitty’s hands fly up to twine into his hair, not pulling, but tensing every time a shiver runs through his body.  Letting out a satisfied huff of breath, Jack pulls off and follows his hands down to Bitty’s waist, licking and biting a line down his stomach on the way.

“Will you blow me?” Eric asks, trailing his fingers along the curve of Jack’s jaw.  “Your mouth is so hot and wet. God, it feels so good,” he says as Jack nibbles along the waistband of his borrowed flannel bottoms.  

Jack sighs.  

If only he found it just as easy to ask for what he wanted.  It’s not that he dislikes doing this for Bitty—quite the contrary—but there’s something else he’s been dying to try.  He just hasn’t been able to get the words out yet.

Hooking his thumbs into the elastic, Jack pulls Bitty’s pants down, lifting them up and over his erection and then down to mid-thigh.  He leans back for a moment just to look his fill.

Eric’s thighs are trapped together by the elastic, but otherwise he’s exposed, golden skin on display for Jack to admire.  His forearms look pale in comparison, and Jack marvels at the soft hair that sits below Eric’s navel, leading to his cock.

“God, I want you to fuck me,” Bitty sighs, looking down at him with his lower lip caught between his teeth.  

“Later,” Jack says, leaning down to get his lips around the head and lick at the bead of fluid at the tip.  The salt hits Jack’s tongue and he can’t stop the groan that builds in his chest at the taste.

Eric squirms below him, so Jack drapes his forearm across Bitty’s stomach and presses him back into the mattress.  He sinks down lower, taking more of Eric into his mouth before licking back up.

Bitty breathes hard above him, already panting before Jack even really gets started.  They’ve been doing this for a few months now, but every time with Eric feels like the first time—eager and a little sloppy, but also brilliant and intense and all-consuming.

He takes Bitty deep, relaxing around the stretch in his throat when Eric jerks under him, sitting up so abruptly Jack chokes before he has a chance to pull off.  

“Sorry, sorry!  God, I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Bitty says, thumb rubbing across Jack’s wet lips.  “It’s just… do you smell something burning?”

“Tabarnak!” Jack curses, dropping his head to Bitty’s bare thigh in defeat.  He groans, high and pained as he shakes his head back and forth. “I’ll go check.”  Pulling away, Jack rises to his feet and slowly marches downstairs, furious with himself.

By the time he reaches the kitchen, Dex is pulling the charred remnants of a pie out of the oven and Bitty is hot on his heels, redressed in his pajamas.

“I’m so sorry Bitty,” Dex sighs, placing the burnt wreck on the stovetop with Bitty’s cherry print oven mitts.  “I thought I’d gotten the temperature to stay even this time, but it must be on the fritz again.”

Jack rubs his fingers over his temples as Dex retrieves his toolbox from the hall and pulls out what he thinks he’ll need.  “I’m really sorry about your pie, Bitty. Once I get it working again I’ll take you to Murder Stop & Shop for some more butter, okay?”

“That—” Bitty stops short, peering over at the blackened crust.  “That wasn’t my pie. The lattice looks nice though. Which one of y’all found my vlog?” he says, voice raised to call through the Haus this time.  “If I find the link on Twitter, I swear to Beyoncé I will end you.”

“It’s not—” Jack hesitates, hand clasped warily over his eyes.  “I made it,” he finishes, voice so low he can barely hear it over the pounding of his own heart.

“You… you made this?  Jack, honey,” he says, fingers catching Jack by the wrist and pulling until he stops covering his face.  “Did you make this pie for me?”

Jack nods, unable to find any words to explain further.

“Dex,” Bitty says, fingers now intertwined with Jack’s, “Thank you so much for tryin’, but I don’t think Betsy’s broken.”

“Are you sure?  Because the temperature has been all over the place and—”

“I distracted Jack.  He made that pie for me, but I burnt it.  Betsy’s working just fine. Isn’t that right, sugar?”

Jack nods, looking up just in time to see Dex’s face flush under his freckles.

“We’ll clean this up later,” Bitty says to Dex, reaching out to shut the oven off before pulling Jack by the hand all the way back upstairs to his room.

When they’re finally alone, Jack collapses against the back of the door, his entire body shaking slightly.

“Do you want to tell me what all that was about?” Eric asks him, hands on his hips.

Jack opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.  

“Honey, what’s wrong?”  In just a few steps, Eric is directly in front of him, cupping his cheeks and tilting his face up.  “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Taking a deep breath, Jack steels himself.  “I was trying to—”

He can’t do it.  It’s not happening.  This was all a stupid idea and now Bitty’s looking at him, wide brown eyes soft and expectant and Jack can’t say it.  He can’t say anything at all.

“Trying to what, sweetpea?”

A long minute passes before Jack can bear to open his mouth again.  “I wanted to ask—”

“Jack,” Bitty says, breath catching slightly on his name, “please tell me that was not a proposal pie—because as much as I love you, I am nineteen years old.  That would just be too much for us right now.”

“No,” Jack says, clearing his throat.  “No. I wasn’t trying to propose.”

“Jesus Christ on a cracker, you had me worried.”

“Not that I wouldn’t—”

“We will have that conversation later, mister.  Much later,” he says firmly, but with a sweet smile that speaks to their bright future together.  

“Okay,” Jack agrees readily, taking a deep breath.  They really are getting ahead of themselves.

“What’s this all about then?”

Jack sighs, resigning himself to embarrassment.  “You know sometimes words are hard for me.”

Bitty nods, tangling their fingers together again.

“I thought maybe if I made you something… you would… ”

“Be able to read your mind?” Bitty says, with a fond laugh.  “I love that you tried to bake for me, honey, I do. But even the perfect raspberry pie isn’t going to be able to tell me whatever it is you want me to know.”

“It sounds so stupid when you say it like that.”

“It’s not stupid.  It’s actually kind of adorable, but I’d rather you were comfortable enough to just tell me what you’re feeling.  How can I make this easier for you?”

“I don’t think you can,” Jack says, voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” Bitty says, pulling Jack’s hand again until he stands.  “I have an idea.” He locks his door and flicks the lights off before leading Jack over to his bed and pulling the curtains shut.  

Jack gets in as soon as Eric yanks the covers back and relaxes into the mattress only after Bitty is curled around his back, tucking the duvet around them tight.

“Sometimes the hard things… they’re easier to say in the dark,” Eric tells him, breath hot and comforting against the back of his neck.  “So we’re just going to lie here for a while and if you feel like you’re ready, you can tell me. I promise I won’t laugh or be upset or anything.”

“I don’t—I didn’t think you would laugh.  I’m just nervous,” Jack tells the darkness.  Light still peeks through around the curtains, but he closes his eyes and pretends it’s midnight, that they’re alone in the Haus, that his words will never see the light of day—will never leave this room.

“Here,” Bitty says, reaching behind him and returning with Señor Bun.  He presses the doll into Jack’s hand before pulling the duvet up around their shoulders again.  “He’ll make you brave.”

“Now I feel weird,” Jack says, huffing out a laugh.  “I can’t talk about sex with him looking at me.”

“So this is about sex, huh?” Bitty asks, taking Señor Bun out of Jack’s hands and setting him on the window sill facing away from them.  “What Bun doesn’t see can’t hurt him.”

“He’s seen a lot already,” Jack points out.

“Well, if things are about to get kinky, I’d rather keep him in the dark.  Whatever it is you want, I’m sure we could work something out. So why don’t you just tell me?  I promise to keep an open mind.”

“It’s nothing kinky,” Jack says quietly.  “I don’t think it is, at least.”

“Then what has you so nervous?”

“I don’t know.  It just—Parse didn’t—” Jack can’t finish the thought.

“It’s something you feel like you shouldn’t want?  Because Kent didn’t?”

“I guess?”

“Honey,” Eric breathes, snaking a hand under the hem of Jack’s shirt and resting his palm against Jack’s bare chest.  “Whatever it is. I won’t judge you. I just want you to be happy.”

“I want…” Jack takes a deep breath just as Bitty presses his hand tight against his heart, pushing them together.  The pressure is comforting, grounding. Jack takes strength from it and finally finds his courage. “I want—I need you to make love to me.  I need you to fuck me.”

Bitty sucks in a surprised breath and then lets it out slowly, the air ruffling the back of Jack’s hair, making his skin pebble.  He leans in until his lips are just grazing the shell of Jack’s ear and asks, “That’s what you want?”

“Yes,” Jack says, a tingle shooting down his spine.  Heat spreads through his body as Eric hitches his hips even tighter to Jack’s ass, betraying his arousal.  

“All you had to do was ask, sugar,” Eric says, voice pitched low.  “I’d be a fool to not want to make love to you. And I am many things, but I’m no fool.”

“Please,” Jack whimpers, all shame gone.  The tone of Eric’s voice coupled with the insistent press of his erection has Jack hard and leaking already.  When Eric’s teeth come down around the tendon in his throat, he whines, unabashed. It sounds pitiful, but he doesn’t even try to muffle it.  He wants Eric to know how badly he needs this.

It’s a matter of seconds before they’re naked, clothes flung to far corners of the room, duvet lost on the floor.  Jack wouldn’t be surprised if his Habs tee was ripped at the collar considering how forcefully he yanked it off Bitty’s body.

Bitty preps him quickly, the both of them too keyed up to take their time.  As Eric slides a condom over himself, Jack feels an ache deep in his body, a ravenous, empty pain that has him hitching his knees up to his ears.  

Biting down on his lip, Eric slowly pushes into him.  He takes several measured breaths and then begins to move, absolute filth spilling out of his mouth.  In a matter of seconds, Eric is tensing above him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, baby,” is the last thing Jack hears before Bitty buries himself deep, coming in rhythmic pulses inside him.

It’s over before Jack feels fully satisfied, but that just makes his hunger pangs more pronounced.  He ignores them knowing Bitty will be ready again soon enough—that he always has more stamina the second time around.  Jack is already the first to know what Bitty feels like when he orgasms—the first to hold Eric inside his body. He shouldn’t be greedy, as much as his body begs to differ.

As fingers quickly take the place of Eric’s softening cock, Jack thrusts down hard remembering all the ways Bitty has explored his body—has touched every inch of him.  Eric knows him now… knows everything.

He comes with three fingers spreading him wide and Eric’s name on his lips.  

Neither of them touch his cock.

It’s messy and overwhelming and everything a first time should be.  

Jack can’t wait to do it again.  

“Thank God you burnt that pie,” Bitty says, breathless, as he flops onto his back next to Jack.

“Why?”

“If you came at me with a perfect raspberry pie right now after what we just did I’d think I was still dreaming.”

“Well, we’re out of raspberries now, but I could go to the store…”

“Jack Zimmermann.  What did I do to deserve you?”

“You taught me to make pie in the first place.  It was really all your fault,” Jack says, resting his head on Eric’s chest, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“I can’t believe you’re chirping me right now.  You’re the one that made me a ‘Please Fuck Me Pie!’”

“I can’t believe you didn’t know I was flirting with you that whole class.”

“I thought you were just really concerned about your GPA,” Bitty whines in embarrassment.

“Thank God we got an A,” Jack says, copying Eric’s turn of phrase.  “If we didn’t maybe we wouldn’t be dating right now.”

“You’re saying Betsy brought us together?”

“I’m saying I think we owe Dex a thank you gift.”

Thanks for reading!  Happy Valentine’s Day!

[kekisu]

youre so cool.... And your art is so nice!! im sad i dont know more about marble hornets but i dont really know how to get into it :( i forgot what the point of this ask was uh anyways i thingk your cool and nice havea good day

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON ! ❤️

FOR GETTING INTO MARBLE HORNETS, JUST LOOK UP MARBLE HORNETS PLAYLIST ON YOUTUBE AND CLICK THE ONE WITH ALL THE VIDEOS. THEN MAYBE IF YOU WANT, GO AHEAD AND WATCH SOME EXPLAINED VIDEOS

(honestly marble hornets isn't that complex so explained videos aren't a necessary thing but go ahead if youre invested anyway)

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Why were you gone!? It’s okay if you can’t or don’t wanna share what it was, but I do sincerely hope that everything’s been okay, and that whatever the reason was that kept you away, it was nothing bad and that you’re happy and doing well. Sometimes being busy means you’re doing stuff and doing stuff means living (good/experiencing things) and that’s always good! :3

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AYE THAT VERGIL ARTWORK IS ABSOLUTELY CRAZY AIN’T IT? LIKE HOW IN THE WORLD DOES SOMEONE DRAW LIKE THAT AKSJDASLGKJAD IT’S INSANE, THAT ARTWORK IS SO BEAUTIFUL ASLKDJAGLKDJAG

Though I do have to say something disappointing! 

I’m sorry that you were excited to see me share DMC5 stuff...because I actually don’t know shit on DMC... ;w; Not even the first one, nothing nothing. I shared that artwork because an artist I follow does love the franchise, and they’ve been into it lately, and even though I’ve no clue on the DMC universe, I do love the artist’s works, and I’m into sharing stuff from the artists I follow even if I’m not into it because of the art itself...I’m sorry if you thought there would be more of it in my blog...sadly just XV still, and here and there some other stuff most likely that I either don’t know or that you’re not into lkajdslskgjadlkj I’m sowwy ;w;

I do think the DMC franchise looks super cool though, and I’d love to play it one day! I never did because I never had the consoles, but that’s okay, I think I can get to play the remakes/remasters one day now! :3

ALSO THANK YOU FOR ASKING HOW I’VE BEEN, I’VE BEEN GOOD THANK YOU, NO NEW NEWS OTHER THAN MY USUAL STUFF LMAO ALKSDJFGK BUT IT’S BEEN OKAY THANK U

HOW HAVE YOU BEEN THOUGH!?!? WANDERING AROUND? DOING NICE STUFF? BEING HAPPEH? HOW HAVEA YOU EBEEN, WHERE WERE YOU, AKSDJFLKGADJALGKJADGKLADJDA, TELL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BUDDEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHH

IT’S SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD TO SEE YOU AROUND ONCE MORE, IT’S SO GOOD AND SO NICE ZOMG I’M HAPPY, THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR DROPPING BY TO SAY HELLO!!!!

Thank you LOTS for taking the time to drop by and write to me, buddy! I really appreciate it. Thank you for thinking about me :’3

BUT ANYWAYS MATE

THAT’S IT FROM ME FOR NOW, I HOPE TO KNOW MORE FROM YOU SOON ALKSJDFLDKGJALHAJ

Bah bye, and I hope you’re having a FANTASTIC day! (ﾉ´ヮ`)���

[viryvlyn-blog]

journal for serious!

do not deviate this time! mama wanted you to do this!

Don’t get distracted this time-

My name.. is Stein/Leo. My online presence i always feel is hefty more realisitc and important than my real life one i usually feel like, which is why the separate identities formed. I really can’t form true hearted relationships(i can , but since i currently have no sentimentality still, its hard ! and i cant go anywhere, extra boohoo)

i love.. being a boy with a girls body at the same time. since im not really mentally ever here, it never matters for my dysphoria either because if i dont havea self to ground with, what is there to be worried about? im cute both ways and im happy with who i am.

im receiiving medical treatment ..  lets see....  november 6th? happy days! mom i working really hard for me and its really nicie.. only bcof father in the heavens though.. <3 i havethe perfect life because of father J, and there is nothing i would change . my mental status and laziness is the onl thing dragging me down. i am happy to change and am willing to work.

i do not allow myself to feel, it is not a driving force and its not someting i can pinpoint neither, hwoever, it is someting to be concerned about if i want to be a real human being, not just an encased being.

my mind? always somewhere else, inthe clouds, (for some reason clouds trigger the nostalgic sense and bring me back to where i am? taking notes..) the smell of rain , cold air, and winter are my things of sense of past to ground me. hm.. im excited for winter! very chilly air, robust sentimentals, lots of months spent in school running back and forth while listening to my music of ages; quite a peaceful time it is- and oh how pretty it can get.

nothing conflicting, gorgeous colors.. the pale white of the ground and painted trees is what hooks me most; it covers everything and makes the ground feel neverending.

haha! ;lets see what i did today and yesterday! i’m doing very well, i need to stop bending myself to conform to others because father’s energy is the only thing keeping them hooked, with all love, and i do not eed to change with my hefty anxiety. anxiety is the only thing keeping me .. like here!

yesterday = i worked on the saeran animatic, very fun! it is coming very nicely in such a short amount of time

= worked on various sketches, i’m currently very very pleased and confident in my art style!

= talked to lem! although i started out very lazed and dark, we then grew our special bond again

= i played vrchat once more with my friends, currently at peace.. idk how to play any oter games with them though? we had a kareoke night (groundbreaking!), wish hed send me the footage

today = my momma is really doing her best to try and mush her way into my brain and helpme anyway she can. she’s scared of what i’ll do and what i always think adn she pities me.. im so sorry to worry her, i feel  so bad. today she boughted me a omelette and a really yumby breakfast :) i watched dr stone with her too! although she was on her phone i was just watchng it in the room lol

= i studied chemistry and am ready for my math test! for real the first time ive ever studied outside of school in ..... years probably haha

= currently flashed back to freshmen year to how pretty thoe nights were writing poetry onmy computer for class ? i was really happy. nostalgic. it all deeply started in freshmen year........ when the disorders flared up after all the events and then realizing the underlying truama that effected me fora long tme . self pity and.. self harggrfkfkkgjgfg im not even going to go there! focus on whats now

i really wish id appreciate things smoe.. id be sucha sap and mypast self would stranggl e me if he found out i have such a good life and that its not changing; and how muc i try to be grateful but physically cannot because of the disorders inthe way. but thats okay!

i need to work on.. a lot of thngs. but i did verywell:)

good job!!! have funand enjoy your endeavors :)

[godessoflightanddark]

iveseenthetruth answered your question “i was attacked by some mormons today and by ‘attacked’ i mean i was...”

At least you got some nice compliments out of it. I was accosted, twice, with the question "do you believe that it's ok to search for happiness in religion?", or something like that. i swear to god, next time i'm saying no and leaving.

Haha! I was wearing earphones and listening to music but bc I’m kind and foolish and I thought that they’d ask for directions, as it happens and I stopped to listen to them, bc I do too sometimes ask for directions since I live in a foreign country and even though I have been accosted many times by people who want me to do charity or by religious people (even when in Romania by Jehovah’s witnesses and others ), I still didn’t learn and like I don’t know how not to be so approachable????Likey buddy, listen, I don’t judge (maybe I should though) but I don’t want to be you and like you, either, so leave me the fuck alone! 

Anyway, haha, I was wondering if their compliments were genuine and it felt so but it was more like a trap, though.

I don’t feel like they were getting what I’m saying. I have a hard time saying no to people and they were like “Do you know about religion?” and I was like Romania is a super religious place (at which point they were about to be like “Nice but let me introduce you to our religion!” ) and I’m like I need less of that...

If I am ever approached about religion again, I’m gonna smash them, istg. I’m gonna curse them right there on the spot. I want my soul to evoke darkness so that I am not approached, in the first place. But I just want to be able to say no, without being made to feel guilty about it, actually. Can you take a fucking, no?! They also seem not capable of taking hints but okay...