#as if it hasnt been shitty enough

[narwhalsarefalling]

my (cis) brother is using my old license to buy wine and it has the gender marker F on there. so whenever he gets asked he just says “oh i’m trans”. its literally worked every single time.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I'm part of an Unknown Armies campaign run by my girlfriend, and it's driven me to strange madness. Today I made a conspiracy board for it. I've made memes. I'm painting a map of the setting. I started writing a novella loosely based off of my character, which feels like fanfiction. There's an NPC I'm in love with and her existence makes me want to create fan content. I've never created fan content before, for anything. I'm considering writing fanfic for Blorbo from my girlfriend's head, that's where we're at right now. What is going on

[mothmans-wedding-photographer]

Warrior cats twitter is too forgiving of the terrible men in this series I need to return here

[bangcakes]

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[whatlurksbean]

Prefacing this with a note that WLB is absolutely one of my top two favorite comics (out of many) at the moment, and I look forward to every new page. There's just one thing that's been bugging me a lot.

Do the cats on the island not have a sense of smell, is there some other explanation, or is the fact that certain things are never noticed through smell an oversight? There are two major plot points that make me ask this.

The first is Thresher being poisoned. Lavender is one hell of a fragrant plant- my shitty human nose can pick it up easily just walking by it outside. The cats even remark on the smell of lavender in contexts aside from the Big One. If the lavender was straight up visible in Thresher's poisoned prey, surely someone would've noticed the smell? Especially Thresher himself with his nose right up in it.

The second is even bigger- Gull and the Family assuming Tusk ate her baby. Even assuming Tusk could somehow have eaten an entire infant child without getting blood on her face or the ground, surely the lack of the scent of fresh blood and gore would've been very obvious. Was this just Gull that nose-blinded by hate, and got everyone else to follow along, while Tusk's supporters were too panicked to think to point this out?

If it is an oversight, I can't blame you, I also write xenofiction and it's hard to consistently consider the physiological differences another species has from us. I just keep thinking about it and I'm really curious what the actual situation is.

There is logic to my choices, but i'm surely underestimating the power of the cat sniffer.

For Thresher, I don't think the family cats are well versed in plants from the forest. The do not have an official medic role, there is very little medical training around for them about plants. Sturgeon only knows lavender is poisonous from Petrel. Thresher may have noticed a smell, or even seen the plant, and he would have just brushed it off as something the bird / mouse ate or lived near before dying.

Auklet only picked up on it being a problem because he is more perceptive to his brothers health. Initially I didn't have him say that he "noticed the lavender" but rather "I've seen plants in his food." but people were getting confused enough on what Sturgeon was doing, so I decided to clarify it better and just make Auklet a little smarter. Because I don't think he or thresher would really know what Lavender is. It doesnt grow on the beaches. But I will make that logic sacrifice for clarity.

As for Gull, I think she was already convinced by her own bigotry that Tusk was guilty, despite what logic pointed to. Tusk was alone with her deceased kitten for hours and hours, and then he disappears without a trace. And Tusk hasnt left the cave, and surely no one would help her break the law and bury ray, and hake was within her sights the whole time. There was only one option in Gulls mind, and no one else in the family cared enough to fact check her. Gull is an elder and has helped deliver most of their kittens in the family, why would she lie? Tusk must be the monster here.

And cats CAN cannibalize their newborn kittens, it does happen and it is absolutely possible for there to be nothing left. It especially tends to happen with stillborn or sickly kittens, like tusks.

The smell part is definitely an oversight on that part though, I don't think I even thought about it for that scene. I don't think about what my food smelled like after i've eaten it. But I think that even if this was brought up by Hake or whoever, Gull wouldn't be convinced she's wrong. And it's not like Tusk would offer them to smell her breath.

idk, there is logic to my choices but it is certainly not wholey realistic, and it never would be in a xenofiction story, so I am okay with that.

[lonigiri]

venus; chapter eight; sorry

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"yn, oh my god i'm so glad you're okay!" kiyokos arms wrapped around her hugging her tight. yn sunk to the ground with kiyoko, her arms still incasing her bestfriend. kiyoko had somehow, found her on a whim, in the middle of some godforsaken park. yoko had no clue what'd drawn her there, she just knew she had to check.

god she was so stupid. maybe she was just attention seeking like her boyfriend said. it wasnt even that big of a deal now that she thinks about it. yn didnt even have any tears left to cry, she just felt so burnt out. so done. so over everything. she heard patter of more feet running towards her, she knew her other friends were saying stuff to her but all she heard was muffled words. so entraped. until.

until she saw him.

messy black hair and a masked face crouched down in front of her, eyes full of worry. why was he even worried? honestly he didnt even know. her and sakusa werent even that good of friends, didnt talk much, when they did very few words were exchanged. maybe a hi, hows your day. but thats it. but for some reason. kiyoomi was seeing her in a new light. he knew his best friend kinda sucked. but he honestly didnt see how much until she yelled in his face about 7 hours ago. atsumu not even caring that his girlfriend was upset with him, and for good reasons at that. sakusa looked at the bloodshot eyes and the mascara stains on her cheeks, he just wanted to make her feel better. make all her worries go away. but he knew it wasnt that easy, it never could be that easy.

"im so sorry."

the words hit yn like a bullet train. she didnt know why either. and why was he sorry. he had nothing to be sorry for, he wasnt the one that made atsumu at like a good for nothing stuck up bitch. but those words. she hasnt heard them in so long. not from atsumu. not from her parents. not from her friends. not from anyone. he was the first person that she heard those words from in years and it hurt. her heart hurt. they just stared at eachother as yns friends coddled her, asking her if she was okay and if she needed anything. when all she needed was an apology. and she got it. from someone that hadnt even hurt her in any way. but why did it feel so meaningful.

"is he here."

was all she asked. words passing through her friends and going directly into kiyoomi's ears. he looked down and then shook his head. she just sighed. she didnt have enough energy to cry. not even an ounce to let out a quick sob. and honestly if she did, she didnt even know if she would've cried. she knew he wouldn't've been there. but just hearing it kinda just sealed the deal for her. he doesnt care. he never has. and he never will. his best friend that she barely knows cares more then her boyfriend of five years. she just shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek. "i know its not what-" "i dont care anymore." she cut him off, sakusa kinda taken aback by it, but he understood. atsumu was shitty. not only was he a shitty friend, he was a shitty boyfriend. a shitty person.

note: cute little chapter am i right 😸

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[carrionofamurderprey]

In Defense of Nancy Wheeler,

a short collection of thoughts concocted by someone who is very used to defending a character that is shitted on and misunderstood by half the fandom and victimized by poor writing choices.

1.) In Defense of her being a bad friend

"she abandoned barb and that's why she died"

principally... a shitty thing to do, but i'd ARGUE it was a lapse of judgement that literally triggers her entire character arc. HEAR ME..

and a weaker, but still valid argument that does not excuse her decision, but is fair nonetheless.. how was she supposed to know barb was going to get swallowed up by an inter dimensional monster in the pool???… just saying. JUST SAYING.

Like I mentioned, it triggered a huge character arc for Nancy. Nancy felt awful that Barb went missing, and she recognized her faults. This guilt and confusion toward the tragedy led her to other realizations, like the state of her relationship, who Steve is as a person, and her own identity. My girl had a lot on her plate and she paid her debts in FULL solving Hawkins mysteries to not only compensate for what happened to Barb, but protect her friends and family!!!!!!

Don’t even get me started on how she felt not being able to tell Barb’s parents once she found out what really happened. Must’ve been awful.

2.) In defense of her shitty love triangle (my biggest point arguably)

everyone who hates her because of the love triangle she's subjected to are (and i’m sorry to say it but not really,) stupid. her character is obviously trying to break out of being central to a love triangle, but the writers can not for the life of them figure out what to do with steve and jonathan past s3 developmentally, which keeps her stuck in that place.

Nancy is so badass and has so much potential.

Someone also pointed out the underlying misogynistic issue of keeping women’s development “at bay,”— whether it be intentional or not!!— by having their entire importance dependent on male characters. That’s a post for another day, though.

and i'd like to point out she's not in a place like el, who is also in a canon love triangle, but also completely able to realize and explore her independence after catalysts (being friends with max, breaking up with mike).

THIS IS BECAUSE SHE HASNT HAD THE CHANCE TO BE AUTHENTICALLY ALONE AND REALIZE THE IMPACT OF HER OWN CATALYSTS (barb incident, solving hawkins mysteries)!

nancy’s character— to me and many others feels like she is given the illusion of choice by the writers. nancy in her love triangle is more like mike in his. she is not given the same opportunity to branch out, and is instead stuck choosing between two people, like mike. el's only choice is mike or herself. despite both being female characters that discover their independence, nancy isn't far enough on the receiving end to have her own arc.

Now logically, Nancy could branch out and be alone, and so could Mike. However, just like Mike is set up to be in love with Will, Nancy is set up to be in love with her male interests. Whereas this is sets a tone of freedom and accomplishment for Mike’s character, this.. to me, sets a tone of imprisonment and stillness for Nancy’s.

Final: There is still hope for Nance in s5

i would really like to see more parallels between these two friendships in season 5. like el and max, robin and nancy didn't start off being best friends!!

nancy was standoffish toward robin like el was with max, and they both reacted that way because of a boy, but then slowly realized they valued their female friendship more than romance.

this friendship helped el escape vecna and the idea that she needs approval from the males in her life.

i think it would be cool if they didsomething like that with robin and nancy instead of keeping her at such a stand still with steve and jonathan in the final season.

FIN🤌🏾

[p5-apotelesma]

AS I SAID I WOULD: heres the post yapping about how Makoto's Career Choices have Ren Putting Her At A Distance

by no means do they stop being friends. she just ends up drifting a little further away from him in his circles of intimacy. they raise their walls around her a little. there's some part of him feels betrayed but. he'd sooner let the earth swallow him than bring it up. ren feels like an asshole for feeling uncomfortable about their friends goals.

what right does he have to tell her what she should or shouldnt do. he just doesnt. (especially when he already made the call to take a happy future away from her once. a future with her dead father. who she wants to honor by becoming a cop in the first place)

i think it would have potential to come up during strikers. because. (looks at the circumstances of strikers through the lens of rens trauma)

yeah.

they've essentially been blackmailed by the police again. who are out to arrest ren and his friends for shit they didnt fucking do. and they have to put their trust in one of them. and ren is Really Not Doing So Good But Hes Repressing That. and meanwhile makoto's over here talking to the cop whos infiltrated their group about what its like being on the force. and ren wants to start slamming his head through the walls

ren, who has spent the past 4 months living with their shitty parents and has fallen back into old survival patterns is. REALLY not up for creating a situation that could create potential for confrontation. but makoto is no dummy and can probably tell that hes really not comfortable (in general) but that. particularly. the ways they interact have changed. and she would want to get to the bottom of whats bothering them

and god, what hasnt been? had the metaverse not come back maybe ren would have been able to relax enough to talk to his friends about what hes been going through at home. but theyre tight lipped about that now. his problems arent as important as everything else going on. but i can see ren cracking.

REN: i dont want to convince you to abandon the path. you want to travel. i know your dad. means. a lot to you. you want to honor him. because of what he stood for-- he was a hero to you. REN: but your dad is gone makoto. REN: while i-im still here. and i almost wasnt. i could have--- i almost died. i wished i had. (i was in so much pain i just wanted it to be over) REN: all because of people who you would end up having to answer to. i dont (god breathing is hard) REN: understand. how you. can reconcile with that. how you can try. and comfort me. when im in the crosshairs of the police. and then turn around and chat with the guy. who threatened to arrest me. about how you want to join the force REN: i know you makoto. and that's why i dont understand. and i dont. know how to be okay with that. im not. im sorry but it just makes me sick to my stomach every time it comes up

honestly whether rens feelings about it would come up during strikers or not til Rens Distortion Arc. she would be like. oh god he thinks i dont care. and it would BREAK HER HEART. like. especially because i think makoto could feel some guilt about the plan she primarily helped throw together to trick goro so last minute that. put ren through what he considers the worst day of his life. the ren that went into that concrete room did not come back out.

[cursed-peanut]

Once there’s nothing left to destroy and no one left to kill, he comes to terms with the fact he killed Reader and becomes disgusted with himself. He’s officially became the monster Reader thought he was. The only fair punishment he deems for himself is to live out the rest of his life on this bare planet, wallowing away in the pain he stupidly caused himself.

thats literally poetic i would eat it up

ur so right ab their personalities i can def see it happening. i like how ur writing is very relative to the characters personalities. if u write angst i cant wait to read it

if u go w the gojo idea, imagine seeing sukuna manipulate reader using their love for him to find out stuff for him or to help him out n stuff, and the reader hates it but hasnt ever known any other love, and thinks this is like normal until gojo finds out and is so betrayed bc he thought the reader was close bc reader liked gojo back

reader going out of japan and sukuna becoming a good guy (im delusional) n all n finds her his whole life only when he does shes moved on n stuff and like doesnt even remember him that well, now that would make me cry rlly bad 💀💀 - 🍥

Thank you!! I truly think that that is how everything ends in this AU. Reader can no longer look past Sukuna’s actions, so they move on completely, leaving all shackles of Jujutsu Society behind. But Sukuna can’t accept that and becomes loss of purpose and overwhelmingly angry, so much so he destroys everything and regrets it for all eternity once he’s calmed down and realised what he did.

And I’m glad you think so! I’m sometimes worried I write them ooc (I mean, soft Sukuna is VERY ooc, but like, other than that I mean lmaooo), so I’m happy that my depictions of them are right.

I will definitely explore the Gojo idea, but I don’t think it would be the canon idea. Or at least where Reader reciprocates the feelings. It could possibly come close, but then Sukuna’s like “nah, you’d lose.” And kills him.

But yes, no matter if Reader was to reciprocate Gojo’s feelings or not, Sukuna would know and would definitely use your obliviousness to Gojo’s feelings and devotion for him to his advantage and manipulate Reader into giving him information about Gojo.

Now Reader is a kind soul, even though they love Sukuna and he’s told them time and time again that this is okay and it’s for the greater good, deep down Reader knows they shouldn’t be doing this and it eats them alive. Therefore, I’d like to think Gojo would immediately know something is up.

When he questions Reader, they would immediately crumble telling Gojo everything that Sukuna knows thanks to them and he’s not gonna lie, he feels absolutely betrayed and heartbroken that while he thought you were finally reciprocating his feelings, you were secretly telling Sukuna everything. I think this is where Gojo would properly start honing in on the idea that Reader should stay away from Sukuna and telling them he isn’t healthy for Reader — despite being heartbroken. Maybe if you cut contact with Sukuna, you will fall for him this time?

The plasters ripped off and Reader’s view of Sukuna shatters as they finally realise who Sukuna truly is. Completely overwhelmed and heartbroken that Sukuna would use them like that, this would be when Reader leaves Japan.

And yk what? Sukuna becoming a good guy is extremely delulu icl, but soft Sukuna is already delulu enough, so why not go the full mile? 😂

I honestly love this idea! It’s definitely not something I would make canon but something — like if Reader started dating Gojo — I would like to explore at some point!

Imagine Sukuna realising how shitty of a boyfriend he has been when Reader left. He was so focused on creating the perfect future for Reader and him that he completely neglected Reader’s feelings during the creation process, so he stops his plans, changes his ways (mostly) and focuses on trying to find them.

After a few years of searching, he finds Reader in a country far from Japan with a completely new life. Itadori warned him before he left that finding Reader probably wouldn’t end well, but he ignored him. He now wishes he’d listened to his bratty nephew. Reader had a dotting, human boyfriend, worked at a bakery, had a nice welcoming home and had completely moved on from him.

He was unsure about approaching them at first, but he regretted when he did because you had to rack your mind for a good minute before recognising him. But that wasn’t even the worst part. When Reader recognised him, their face morphed into pure fear as they just stared back at him. Waiting for him to do something. Perhaps kill them for running away from him.

“I see you’ve created a lovely new life.”

Reader warily nods as tears prick the corners of their bloodshot eyes. This is it. This is the end.

“Promise me that no matter what life throws at you, you will live a life you can be proud of.” And with that, he turns and leaves them alone. Forever.

Thanks again 🍥 anon for the yummy angst thoughts :333

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[milo-igidk]

do you guys ever think about how the reason keefe dislikes and resents tam so bad is probably because theyre so much alike, but tam got out. they both had shitty families but where keefe was all alone tam had his sister at least, he had some support through it. and tam managed to defy his parents and leave, managed to stop the abuse. tam was in a similar position as him but he managed to be stronger and do what keefe still hasnt been able to do even after so many years, hes not able to not let his parents affect him at some degree, hes not able to not be weak towards his mother and to not let his father still hurt him. why did they get to get away when hes still stuck there, not being strong enough to be able to change it do you guys ever think about that gUYS DO YOU EVER-

[thornswoggled]

maybe my vibes-based evidence so far hasnt been enough for the yorimiki skeptics. thats fair. i have something new to offer you. you should be swayed into the "yori is fumiki" camp if for no other reason than it would be funny for elias to have a shitty little grumpy brother-in-law who hates him

[venomvalley]

IMPENDING DOOM

luis serra x afab!reader // 1.7k words

summary: There will be no rescue—you’ve both accepted that, and Leon’s presence gives Luis the push he needs to tell you how he really feels. Before it’s too late.

warnings: 18+ (fingering, emotional sex), injury, blood, smoking, reader is kinda insane, this hasnt been fully edited

notes: based off a smut week request where luis gets jealous of leon. this is less jealousy and more “i wish to die at your side and it’s time i tell you.” very unhinged take on the trope.

You meet Leon Kennedy after a long-running set of shitty circumstances. Weeks in the making, culminating into the kidnapping the president’s daughter. And then things got worse—the villagers, specifically.

“I heard you’re working with Luis,” he says, watches as you sew together the clean-edged laceration on his shoulder, left there by a poorly-dodged axe. An axe meant for you.

You blot at the weeping wound and he jolts. Hisses a breath through grit teeth. “Who told you that?”

“Luis.”

“Of course he did.”

“So, what? You’re a doctor?”

You almost laugh. A doctor? Please. A modern Frankenstein, if anything. Who else would want to fix up Umbrella’s little passion projects? “Something like that.”

He heaves a sigh and throws his head back, stares up at the ceiling as you start a new stitch. “I’m getting really tired of cryptic answers.”

“There are some things in life you’re just better off not knowing.”

The front door opens then slams shut, and Leon lurches forward to reach for his gun.

“Excuse me!” You shove him back into the chair with a hand against his chest. “I worked hard on these, and you’re not about to rip ‘em back open.”

“Besides,” a voice calls, and Luis strolls through the doorway a moment later, smug as ever, “it’s just me.”

Leon’s shoulders relax, and you resume your place beside him. The stitch you had been working on broke loose in his urgency, and you shoot him a poisonous glare. He at least has the decency to look apologetic.

You aren’t a fan of working on humans. They feel too much, squirm too much, talk too much. You miss your experiments.

“I see my partner has been treating you well.” A set of warm hands rest on the slope of your shoulders, thumbs trailing along the nape of your neck.

You grit your teeth to suppress a bone-deep shiver, lest you stab Leon with the needle. Luis is generous with his affections, a trait saved mostly for you. A trait you’ve come to appreciate, given the nature of your other peers: brain-dead most days.

You like when he touches you. His hands are always warm and large. He reminds you that you still live and breathe, that you still function as a person should.

Leon exhales a humorless laugh, eyes glancing to where you sit beside him, finger smeared with his blood. “A little heavy-handed, but the help is appreciated.”

“You’re very welcome. And I guess I should thank you for keeping my head intact. Literally.” Leon grins at you, and you smile back, and the hands on your shoulders tighten just enough for you to notice. “Luis, you okay back there?”

“Of course.” You glance over as he enters your peripheral, steadied by the back of your chair. Smiles all toothy and scheming. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Something happened. That much is clear. What, however, is a different question entirely. Luis is guileful as they come, and he tends to keep secrets close to his chest, and you know when to mind your business. When you’re throwing stones at glass houses. It’s why you work so well together.

You finish the last stitch, then pat the wound dry and fit a snug layer of gauze around Leon’s shoulder. He thanks you, recommends staying far away from axe-wielding, parasite-driven villagers. And then he takes his leave. You don’t bother with the mess. What’s a bit of trash in the midst of strewn-about corpses?

By the window, Luis lights a cigarette. “We must move soon.”

“Have you spoken with Umbrella’s agent?”

He sighs, thumps his head against the wall as smoke billows from his nose. “She promised to help us escape but I—well. I’m not sure I believe her.”

Acid burns hot in your stomach. Rises then seeps into the cavity of your chest. Fear. You—shit. You’re terrified. “Did we really expect anything less from them?”

You move to stand next to him, and he graciously offers you a drag. One you take.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“If we don’t?”

You hate the way he next looks at you. Furrow-browed, straight-mouthed. Too vulnerable, flayed open, a perfect mirror into the depths of your own heart. This is probably, maybe, definitely the end. And it fucking sucks.

“Then we finish this together. Like we always planned.” He completes the sentence with a smile. A tender thing, and you swear his eyes shine with constellations.

How long ago had you promised each other? Like two captains dying with their ship—that’s what he had said. It always seemed poetic to you, fighting for an unwinnable cause. Stupid, yes. But poetic. A story solely crafted to end in tragedy.

At least it's with him.

“May I ask something, since we’re living through our final moments?”

Always dramatic, this one. Not so much final moments as—well, you can’t say for certain when the proverbial bomb will fall, when you crumble beneath the plague or experience an unfortunate end at the hand of a brainwashed villager.

Fuck. He has a point.

“Of course.” You hand him back the cigarette, and he looks upon the burning filter in silence. “Since we face impending death.”

“Have you ever… wondered about us?”

Your chest begins to flutter. Something bittersweet latches onto your ribs, spreads between each empty space. You know what he refers to, the delicate emphasis he places on each word, but… “What about us?”

He levels an unimpressed look your way. Says, “You wound me, my dear.”

“I was joking.” You lean in close to part your lips, and he slots the filter between your teeth. Another moment of silence, in which you finish off the cigarette and extinguish it against the windowsill. “Would this change in topic have anything to do with a certain agent?”

His brows raise, and he tilts his head. Finds difficulty with looking you in the eye. “Possibly.”

“I didn’t take you for the jealous type.”

“I prefer the word protective. It rolls off the tongue quite nicely.” A hand curves around your waist.

For all your previous dramatics, the likelihood of you meeting your demise tonight is quite high. No outside communication, no resources—you have no combat experience outside basic pistol training. He gazes at you like he aches to devour and fuck it. What do you have to lose?

The table is your destination, still covered in bloody tissue and gauze and the remnants of your med kit. He helps you perch on the edge and you yelp when a rogue needle pricks into your thigh. Barely manage to toss it away before he’s kissing you hot on the mouth.

You discover that Luis is, in fact, not all talk. He kisses you breathless, needy. His stubble rasps over the curve of your neck, hands travel greedy beneath your clothes.

And it’s easy to let him do as he wishes. To sit back as he strips you bare below the waist, slides a hand between your legs.

“Yours are covered in his blood,” he says. Suckles at your bottom lip. Circles two fingers over your clit.

You grip tight to the slats of the table. Tilt your hips into his hand. “I have a knife somewhere. Could slice you open, too.”

“Oh,” a bruising kiss pressed to your lips, “I simply love it when you talk dirty.”

A breath catches in your throat when he slides both fingers into you, and the stretch leaves your mouth dropping open. “Fuck. Only to you, Luis.”

“Careful. I almost feel special.”

“You are. I can’t imagine dying with anybody else.”

“If that isn’t the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Your hands busy with the metal of his belt as he continues to fuck you on his fingers. Stretches you open and thumbs at your clit until you’re squelching around him.

He helps you shove jeans and underwear down his thighs, and you suppose the blood on your hands means little when your clothes are soaked in it. Your impending death leaves it ultimately inconsequential.

“Why have you never smiled at me like that?” Luis asks, soothing a hand down the length of your thigh, and you wrap both legs about his waist.

“What?”

He slides into you, warm and slick and perfect. Bottoms out in one slow thrust, holds you against his chest, follows the curve of your jaw with his nose. “The way you smiled at him. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”

You struggle to keep your composure. To stay quiet, unaffected. Oh, if Luis only knew. You smile for him often—when he’s hunched over his desk, or typing in his computer, or mid-smoke, always cracking off jokes to make you laugh. You smile for him. He just never notices.

“To tell you the truth, I would gladly die for that smile.”

You pull him into a tender kiss. People talk crazy during sex: the most likely explanation to his sudden transparency. Or maybe he has nothing to lose. The impending death.

The rhythm of his hips increase, and you scratch over the flesh of his lower back. Need something to ground yourself, to prove that he’s real.

“Fuck—you don’t mean that.”

“Oh, but I do.” The words leaves his lips brittle and shaken, and he massages both hands over your waist. “I can’t lie to you. Anyone but you.”

A starving heat swelters between your legs and at the sight of his gaze, the way he looks upon with reverence and loyalty, you almost believe it death-defying.

Fucking a man who would die for your smile. What a wonderful way to spend your final moments.

[ultra-raging-ghost]

Im real nervous main tagging this because ive said my main peace and i dont wanna clog the tag up, but i will say after some context given i have a couple more thoughts?

tw// SA, r//pe mention, etc.

This will be a controversial statement. Me personally, i dont really honestly care? About what he said? It was eight years ago and he hasnt repeated the actions so i dont honestly and truly care what he did eight years ago, he was 19 then hes like 26 now theres honestly and truly a BIG maturity distance between 19 and 26, but also it was. Eight years ago? Thats all i have to say on that?

I Also dont really care for how it was brought to light, from what ive heard from pt speakers the expose was done by someone whos publicly anti towards the Brazilian CCs and ive heard they've dug up some dumb things about pac that werent "hot" enough to get trending i guess and definitely werent condemnable enough to get him cancelled, so it's honestly and truly in my heart something i see as being done in bad faith.

Alongside this, ive seen translation screenshots from one of the "victims" (not sure her stance on being called this so its in quotes) stating she does NOT want to be aligned with these allegations and has changed her username and profile picture because she honestly doesnt wanna be involved and doesnt want it being spread around, this is something else i view as bad faith and if anyone was affected by this then its the best thing to do as they wish, this not only affects the person being called out but also their victim negatively, especially if the victims profile is easily attached to their real life and especially when the victim is a female victim of assault or rape or anything like that, i hate to say it but as an afab person ive seen it firsthand that thats honestly the culture surrounding assault victims, and most people dont want that being brought up or put out in the public. Im a victim myself - people view you differently, it affects platonic and romantic relationships, it affects jobs, you are actively hurting the victim by spreading this if they dont want you to do so and arent prepared for that to be spread around.

From what ive seen, some people are condemning Forever for getting a lawyer - i dont view this as him being automatically guilty. I view this as him getting a lawyer because this person on twitter has been actively harassing not just him but all the brazilian CCs on the QSMP. This is harassment, the case against them will hold up in court and Forever has said he will speak about this more when everything is said and done

Alongside this, i will say im unhappy with Forever specifically for his statement on the situation. It wasnt handled the way we wouldve liked it, but it also wasnt handled via ukelele, it wasnt handled the worst way it could've been. Ive heard pt speakers say it was kind of formal, there was some slang in there but overall i've read the translated statement and to me it sounds more like a legal statement than anything - he mentioned having a lawyer, chances are the lawyer helped him write it. To me it doesnt sound like anything he'd fully say which is why i was so put off by it at first but this makes more sense to me honestly, i dont know if anyone would agree with this.

TL;DR

All in all, i think its a shitty situation but nothing to condemn Forever over. I ask people be thoughtful regarding the girl affected, and dont spread shit around with her name or profile attached to it unless she states otherwise. It was handled badly on Forever's end and blew up WAY too fast on twitter.

I've generally seen people be well behaved on here, ive seen some strong statements but otherwise i like to think we're better than twitter.

This probably wont be my last post on this as we get more on the situation over the next couple days, but this is my main thoughts right now. I'm still choosing to remain neutral, but more mixed than anything.

[bugflies00]

can i just say I LOVE your fostering au i love "he shouldve been at the club but hes got kids to feed" aus i love cwil whose practically still a kid himself and hasnt even begun to unpack his shitty childhood but his kid brother and newborn baby depend on him for survival so he doesnt have time to even acknowledge his issues i loveeeeee aus where really young ppl struggle to raise even younger children and live with the weight of the world on their shoulders and i LOVE when that happens to cwil that man was born to be a teen parent in my heart

LITERALLYYYY god he shouldve been at the club but he has kids to feed is such a good summary …… and exploring the way it takes him a good thirty years to truly unpack who he is and what he went through because he didnt see the point when he didnt think hed be alive long enough to see it…. and the fact that having the responsibility of those kids is such a huge weight on him and yet without it he would be dead is such a difficult paradox to come to terms with like!!!! raaargh

[pumpkinsy0]

PLEASEEEE never stop with the courage the courage cowardly dog idc if we're the only 2 who even know what that is, youre SO right that a horror version of the outsiders would be just like it

the show was pretty popular i doubt we r the only 2 ppl who know about it, anyone else who cares about courage get over here NOW👹👺

but here have these thoughts!!!! they arent rlly thought out so most of em arent connected, just thoughts ive had that r related to the show, some of these r just general characteristics, other from just the au

•while yes, the things they do see r insane, its a but over exaggerated bc of their (mostly ponys) own shitty mental state, YES im drawing inspo from that one theory that everything courage sees is acc normal but bc he hasnt been outside much, he overplays it in his head

•curly laughs like courage if he gets hurt enough, hell i feel like sometimes curly GETS folded like courage does sometimes, curly doesnt win 100% if his fights

•johnny fits courages cowardliness and courageousness the most, but pony fits courages curiosity the best so i think either or could fit em, i say technically johnny is more but i love pony

•the curtis’ old house in the middle of nowhere is somehow still standing!! will never ever b used again tho

•courages teeth is so interesting to me i feel compelled to say that johnnys teeth r kinda similar to em?? not 100% but yknow, i dont think johnny has the best dental hygiene and thats not bc i think he tries to not brush his teeth, its bc his teeth r genuinely just kinda weak bc growing up he wasnt able to take care of them and didnt get proper nutrients so its just, kinda fucked up naturally and it doesnt help

[finnyphcntom]

notorious.

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Chapter One : The Word Hate

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Did he over exaggerate? Yes. But something inside of him just.. felt weird when Dandelion was shamed upon. Geralt wasn't that bad of a dude, especially to Dandelion.

Lambert hated to say- yes, hated, that word again. He hated that he actually enjoyed Dandelion's presence.

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'+1 xxx-xxx-xxxx : oh but id lovee to convince you. maybe we can get a lil tipsy and ill go home with you, yeah handsome? ;)'

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Lambert was... notoriously known, for many things. What things? Well, the list is long, but here is the simplified version;

Being a bitch.

And then there was... well, thats about it.

He hated, hated, just about... Well, all? Of Geralts friends. Eskel would always say, "hate is such a strong word,"

Well no shit. He knew that, used it for a reason.

Speaking of hate, he hates when they hang out.

He was rather tired of everyone hanging out without inviting him. Yeah, he'd decline with a 'fuck no' or 'i hate triss lol' but, hell, he still wants at least an invite.

But no one bothered to invite him anymore.

They act like he doesnt know, isnt aware, of these events. Hes heard them talk, all because hes 'too angsty.'

Be real. If they had an Aiden, and then said Aiden died, theyd he angsty too.

Which, he will say, Geralt does have his Aiden.

Dandelion.

Lambert hated to say- yes, hated, that word again. He hated that he actually enjoyed Dandelion's presence.

And do you know what he hates even more?

That hes jealous.

He hates that he's jealous, and hates that he doesnt know what over.

Over Geralt? Maybe.

Over Dandelion? Maybe.

The fact that Dandelion gets invited to hangouts? Maybe.

Oooor the fact that Geralt, who treats Dandelion like shit, gets to keep his best friend. And he doesnt. Bingo, baby.

Well, okay, maybe it was a mix of all four.

But no, he heard of this party that was happening at Yennefer's house. How could he not? Kiera informed him alllll about it.

And another thing he was known for; not only being a bitch, but a petty one at that.

He was going to show up at that damn party.

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Lambert expected many things in his day. To fold clothes, deal with shitty customers, fold clothes again, to fix registers because somehow no one else knew how to do that, and then to again, you guessed it, fold clothes. Oh, and deal with shitty customers.

And then, he would go home around 3pm, just to clean horse shit and feed the goats on the farm. Only sometimes would he find holes in his perfectly good jeans.

But what he didnt expect? His phone to light up with a text. Ever since losing his girlfriend, he hasnt had a single text, other than from Eskel.

Eskel was a family man. Soft, sympathetic. He thinks he would have a little bit more trouble lying and hiding stuff behind his back. He thinks any of these people who are hosting these parties, throwing the- his phone dings again.

Oh, right. He was so used to a lonely phone that he forgot it went off.

'+1 xxx-xxx-xxxx : hey lambert, i know we dont really talk but what time is that party tomorrow? ive got a performance that day and want to arrange an uber ^-^'

Holy fucking shit? It had to be Dandelion. No one else in the group was talented enough with music to perform it.

'+1 xxx-xxx-xxxx : also!! how come u never go? :('

That was the second message.

Did Dandelion not know?

What does he do? He hated to say that his heart was racing. Why was his heart racing? It was just Dandelion. Just a rising celebrity with like seven degrees- from Oxenfurt no less- and his brothers best friend.

His heart was fucking racing. Does he be cool? Does he be mysterious? Should he even answer?

No, no he had to answer.

The few times hes talked to Dandelion have been.. amazing, actually. Of course, Dandelion had an issue with talking to strangers, and also, well, sleeping with strangers, but that was fine. Lambert felt like Dandelion enjoyed talking to, well...

Lambert.

Not Geralts brother, not a bitch (which he will admit he is,) not a depressed, angsty man who practically lives in his room at the farm he grew up on. Which he was.

His phone dings again. Shit.

Lambert grabs his phone off of his car mount this time, sitting in the parking lot of his shitty retail job at Cavill's Combat.

'+1 xxx-xxx-xxxx : oh shit my bad i probably shouldve clarified. this is dandelion im sorry'

Be chill Lambert.

'lambert : heyy yeah no youre good lol'

The multiple y's were cool? Right? Showed he was calm. One Y was boring, three was excessive. Right?

'lambert : as for the party, i have no clue thats a geralt question.'

He decides not to answer the second question. For now.

He puts his phone back on the mount and his car in drive, pretending like he didn't flinch at the sound of the bluetooth connecting.

His phone dings again, and he cant answer, but he does peak at the message.

'+1 xxx-xxx-xxxx : well i wou .. geral ... mad ... ignoring me ...'

That was all he could see for now. Quit frankly, that was all he needed to see.

Did Geralt ignore Dandelion whenever he was mad?

My brain was shut off upon hearing the first Hollywood Undead song start.

~~~~~

When I arrived home, I was bombarded with questions. Eskel was that type of man.

"How was your day at work?" He said from the kitchen, where Lambert was trying to sneak on by.

"Long." Lambert said. "Henry wasnt there."

His boss. Whenever Henry was gone, Lambert had to pick up all the shit- as an assistant store manager.

"Didnt have to fix anything today though, right?" Eskel said.

What a fake fucking bitch, Lambert thought.

"So... do you want me to fix you something to eat?"

He heard it, but didnt register it.

Being the odd one out was quite the funny thing. He lost his best, childhood friend of 14 years in his sophomore year of college to suicide.

He drops out of said college. Decides to start therapy; ends up getting sent to a psych ward.

And now hes working at some shitty fucking retail job; and still working at his adoptive fathers farm.

Yeah, life was fucking great. A ball of fucking sunshine.

Eskel was a doctor. Geralt was a successful Butcher, working under their adoptive father.

And he was a depressed man with a shitty retail job.

"Hello? Lambert?"

Without thinking, Lambert grabs the nearest item which just so happened to be a decorative vase, squeezing it tightly...

"How are things since you ended it with Kiera?"

and throws it.

Right at Eskel.

He's rather lucky it misses. Shatters all over the ground instead of on Eskel's mass.

"You're fake. Did you know that? You're a liar. You're a fraud. Stop with the fake fucking persona that you care about me."

And with that, he has no choice to storm away.

~~~~~

In his room, hes able to check his phone again. The text from Dandelion was sitting there, menacingly.

'lambert : does geralt always ignore u when hes mad at u?'

With how busy Dandelion was, you werent expecting an immediate response.

But you get one.

'+1 xxx-xxx-xxxx : typixally he tellsme to fuck off and rhats how i know hes mas at me'

'+1 xxx-xxx-xxxx : u should go :( ive never seen u there, i know u dont like me'

'+1 xxx-xxx-xxxx : but i got a few tricks up my sleeve to convince u too ;)'

It takes Lambert a bit to decipher Dandelions absolutely awful typing. For a man with an english degree, he is sure as hell bad at English.

Lambert kept reading the, 'i know u dont like me.'

Who the fuck told Dandelion that? Because Lambert has never, not once, discussed any sort of dislike for Dandelion.

If anything, Lambert actively defends his name. He remembers all the times Geralt spoke about ignoring Dandelion, called Dandelion annoying.

Lambert would always stick up for him.

Were there any good reasons why? He had a bunch, personally.

One, and the biggest reason, was that Lambert would kill in cold blood to be able to talk to his best friend again.

Two, is that Dandelion was a good person with good morals. And incredible talent. Dandelion deserved love and praise, not hate from his closest friend.

Three, he was oddly drawn to Dandelion. He didn't know why.

Did he over exaggerate? Yes. But something inside of him just.. felt weird when Dandelion was shamed upon. Geralt wasn't that bad of a dude, especially to Dandelion.

But it's common decency not to talk shit about your best friend when the person you're talking to lost theirs to suicide.

Kind of inconsiderate, Geralt.

'lambert : lol who told you that? i like you'

He suspects it was Triss. Maybe Yennefer had assumed? Lambert didnt really like anyone, it was a safe assumption. But Geralt knew- knew Lambert actually at least tolerated Dandelions presence.

He even told Geralt that he wanted to be Dandelion's friend. That Dandelion reminded him of Aiden. He opened up to Geralt, surely his own family wouldn't do him dirty like that?

Dandelion didnt answer, and Lambert didnt know why, but it disapointed him.

'lambert : i gotta know what those tricks are though, care if i ask for a little more convincing? ;)'

Lambert was going to shit his pants.

First, he double texts. Which is fine, because Dandelion like... quadruple texts. But then he had to hit on the man.

It was playful, right? It wasn't gay. Playful. A game.

Why was his heart racing again?

He was straight anyway.

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Eskel was full of concern at the dinner table when Lambert didnt show up. There sat Geralt and Vesemir, but Lamberts seat was eerily just.. empty.

"Lambert skipped his farm work today," Vesemir said, taking a bite of his mashed potatoes, before grabbing salt and shaking what seemed to be half the bottle in it. Taking another bite, he seemed satisfied.

"He didnt respond to my texts at all. Read every single one, too." Eskel said. "And he..."

Eskel did not want to throw Lambert under the bus. Not when it seemed something was seriously wrong.

"I had to pick up his fucking slack," Geralt said. "Seriously, this kid needs to grow up. We all work in jobs we don't like. I don't like slaughtering pigs and looking at blood, and I'm sure that Eskel doesn't like performing surgery. But we aren't babies about it."

Geralt was chewing into his food like a rabid animal, clearly angry. The steak that was on his plate was massacred, cut up and stabbed.

The walls at Kaer Morhen were pretty thin. The farm itself was nice, but the house wasn't in the perfect condition. It was pretty, but old, some of the rooms half-finished.

Therefore none of the men were surprised or so much as even flinched when Lambert yelled, seemingly speaking to his T.V screen and taking his anger out on Overwatch.

90% of Lambert's free time was spent on video games. It used to be with his girlfriend, Kiera, but she slowly started avoiding him.

He hardly noticed the change. It was gradual; slow, but eventually he caught on. She wasn't the same.

For his own sake, he left her. He will admit, he loved her, but it wasn't hard. She messaged him once every few days.

"He broke up with Kiera, Geralt." Eskel says. "And now hes having a rough time. Maybe we should cut him some slack."

"Don't really care. Shouldn't of been as toxic as he was." Geralt said.

"We should try to understand Lambert. He comes before a girl, Geralt. Put those events with her aside, it's clearly driving a wedge between the three of you."

They could hear Lambert; which means Lambert could hear them.

Toxic? That was funny. He devoted everything to that girl. She ran a small business he would fund- which typically took his full paycheck from Vesemir. Other than that, she didn't really work. He paid for everything.

Toxic was funny.

"Lambert was too much stress on her. Shes a girlfriend, not a therapist. Girls don't like emotional guys, I cant help that." Geralt says, sharply and angrily.

"Lambert hardly talks about emotions." Eskel corrects.

"Sure as hell corrects me all the damn time about them. Sick of him calling me ungrateful and shit. I cant control his losses." Geralt said, with a tone that ended the conversation there.

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Toxic was funny. Really, really funny. Was it toxic to correct your brother on his own toxic behavior?

Lambert didn't understand.

Geralt. A man who ran everything in his life with his dick, not his brain. Who cheated on women, who verbally abused his friends. Who ignores his so called "best friend" because he's mad.

Thats actually not really that bad, but whatever. Lambert was mad, and petty, and wondering why Dandelion hadn't answered him.

Why was he thinking of that? Not okay, Lambert. He's busy. Probably recording music and getting yelled at by his directors.

Toxic was funny, when Lambert was so loyal. When Lambert tried his best to fit in, he just genuinely never did.

Toxic was so, so funny.

His mind ran off, to a different place, one where theres grass and tulips and roses and fuck- Dandelions.

Dandelion.

Would Dandelion prioritize Lambert over Geralt? Sure, they'd talk. But when he's mad at Geralt. When Geralt's not around. He would be a rebound for a best friend.

Just like he was to Kiera.

He had just won a match when his phone dinged and lit up three times.

'+1 xxx-xxx-xxxx : hi ! sorry had to finish up recording a song for my album. stupid director :(

'+1 xxx-xxx-xxxx : oh but id lovee to convince you. maybe we can get a lil tipsy and ill go home with you, yeah handsome? ;)'

Lambert was kicking his feet, giggling, and squealing like a high school girl. Well, his face was stoic, but mentally he was there. Mentally he was going insane.

He had never been hit on deliberately like that. Like stated before, he was the odd one out. With Geralt and Eskel his brothers, he was known as the ugly one of the family.

He was surprised when Kiera wanted him. Him, out of the three. He had made the move, god forbid a woman make a move on him. But she still accepted- still chose him.

She used to fuck with Geralt a couple years back, back when Geralt and Yennefer would cheat on each other. He always had girls left and right. Kiera, Yennefer, Triss, and boy, did he have a shit ton of one night stands.

He wasn't surprised when Kiera got distant. It hurt at first, but he realized one thing- thats life. She lost interest.

When people normally got to know him, they would see Geralt and run. They'd lose interest in him, all of the sudden. But Geralt would never take them from him though, he wasn't that bad a person.

And he wasn't a bad person either. But Geralt's best friend currently hitting on him? It shouldn't make him feel giddy inside. It shouldn't make him so happy that it felt like someone had chosen him over Geralt.

He couldn't help but smile.

But it was playful. It was all playful.

He couldn't help but feel his smile drop, as he went to read the last message from Dandelion. His face contorted in anger; wanting to lash out all over again.

'+1 xxx-xxx-xxxx : it was geralt. glad to see youve changed ur mind tho! <3'