#being dead and his brother being a scumbag and MY brother being a scumbag so i just. don’t have much. yknow.

[sofarsogoodsowhat]

auuuhghghhhhh there was this pop up for indigenous peoples day and i met up with my bf at it for a little bit before he had to go to rehearsal it was so fucking cool there was a drum circle and a bunch of people all dressed up and dancing and this one couple had their kid all dressed up and had him dancing with them and he was smiling the whole time and all these booths with people selling shit i just wish we had known about it sooner so we could’ve been there together longer + i could’ve been there when they weren’t starting to shut shit down it was so fucking cool man

[catsgut]

uhmm so… you asked for more scumbag!toji… i just… fucking his enemy’s (gojo’s) sister on gojo’s bed??? i’m sorry i’m thinking with my 😺 rn… even better if shes a virgin

THIS IS SO GOOD(ノ ̿ ̿ᴥ ̿ ̿)ノ you’re so smart hehe…. i made this kinda long? bc it was sm fun to write also i luv my baby so much i gotta treat her <3

warnings: drugs, geto and gojo are sleezey, toji is.. scummy, loss of virginity, SPITTTTT, dubcon kinda, size kink galore, blood, rough sex, UMMM INCEST SORTA HELLOOOOOOOOO

honestly, you didn’t care for your brother very much. he was condescending and didn’t have very good morals. you could tell his priorities were all wrong and twisted, but it was him or your parents, and you’d take satoru any day. at least he didn’t put almost impossible expectations on you. in fact, the only things he expected if you was to cover your share of rent and buy groceries.

and geto was nice enough. he, for some reason, was always up early enough to talk to you before you went to class. the conversations were normal for the most part, but the loud moans coming from his bedroom most nights were enough to keep you permanently pissed off at him. he seemed to think it was funny, constantly teasing you about how good he made “that bitch” feel. you couldn’t deny he was attractive, but he teased you too much to give it any thought.

you still went to college and tried your best to set yourself up for success, but it was hard when you had to come home to your man child brother and his equally immature roommate. the house constantly smelled like weed and you were worried it would stick to your clothes. you didn’t want anyone to get a bad impression of you, but of course that was impossible when satoru was your brother.

you knew they made most of their money through selling drugs, but you had no idea the extent to it. it wasn’t that they didnt want you to know, you were just always horded up in your bedroom whenever you weren’t in class. not once had you ever come out while they had people over, not wanting to have to hold a conversation with your brothers brain dead friends.

but tonight you just really had to use the bathroom. you tried your best to hold it, sucking the end of your pen and you tried putting your focus on studying, but as the time ticked on your bladder slowly started burning.

“fuck,” you groaned. maybe you could sneak into the bathroom without being noticed, so you put your house slippers on and slowly opened your door a crack. you could see geto sitting on the love seat facing another man sitting on the couch opposite of him. you hadn’t ever seen him before, but by the look of his back you could tell he was very big. his hair was dark and shoulders broad. they were talking in quiet voices, but the man sounded annoyed. you could slightly make out your brothers name being said in an aggravated tone.

tiptoeing into the hallway, you hurried into the bathroom and quietly shut the door. you didn’t know why your heartbeat was beating so hard, but nonetheless you were glad you made it into the bathroom unnoticed. you did your business and combed your fingers through your hair. looking into the mirror, you saw you looked tired with bags under your eyes. probably from all the sleepless nights studying.

quietly, you opened the bathroom door hoping they were still occupied with talking. not seeing anyone, you opened it fully and stepped out. you thought you were in the clear before you heard a voice.

“y/n?” geto called out from the living room, dread filling your body. shit. they never made you talk to any of the guests they invited over, so why now of all times? “yeah?” you called out, voice sounding small as you walked into the living room. the man was now facing you and you could make out a scar on his lips. he was handsome for sure, but looked scary, someone you should stay away from— you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your tummy.

“yeah, geto?” you asked again looking over at your roommate. he smiled sweetly, something that always threw you off. “have you heard from your brother at all? he owes toji here a lot of money, but we can’t seem to get a hold of him.”

you rolled your eyes. that sounded like satoru. “um he’s probably with a girl or somethin’,” you rubbed your clothed foot against your ankle.

“that’s too bad,” you heard geto say, but you weren’t really listening. looking back over at the man you saw he was no longer looking at you. you were able to get a better view of him, seeing just how big he was. his tight black shirt hugged his body nicely and he was pairing it with some grey sweatpants. his legs were spread out and part of you wished you were between him.

you looked back over at geto and saw he was grinning. he gestured over to toji with his eyes and winked. you could feel your face heating up in embarrassment. “well i have a paper to write… so uh goodnight.” you looked back to toji and smiled politely before going back into the safety of your bedroom.

that night when you laid in your bed, you couldn’t stop thinking about toji. he looked exactly like the type of man you should stay away from, but it was that very reason that had you grinding down on your pillow that night.

a couple days had past and you hadn’t heard from your brother. this wasn’t uncommon as he liked to lay low when someone was searching for him, so you brushed it off thinking it was just your brother being the typical asshole he was. geto seemed to be gone a lot, too. that was more uncommon, but non of your business. it was actually nice to have the house to yourself for once. you got some cleaning done and even got all caught up on homework.

you were currently sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone when there was a loud knock on the door. it startled you, but you got up to open it anyway thinking one of them misplaced their key (something that happened often.) what you weren’t expecting to see was an angry looking toji. “c-can um i help you?” you tried to sound nice but it just came out frightened.

“no, but gojo can. he home?” his voice was low and you wondered if satoru had really fucked up this time. this time you tried to muster up all your confidence saying “no, he isn’t home. you can go now,” but that only seemed to annoy him even more.

he shoved past you, yelling your brothers name. the sudden action made you stumble back in fear of what he was going to do to. you didn’t have it in you to fight back only telling him again that he wasn’t here.

“well i guess ill hang around till he gets back. your brother owes me money an’ im not leavin’ till i get somethin’.” he sat his large body on the couch and sighed. you watched him close his eyes and cross his arms as if he was going to sleep.

“would you like something to drink?” you didn’t know why you were trying to be nice to him after he clearly invited himself inside, but you couldn’t help but want his attention. not saying a word, his eyes opened and stared at you. “we have water and um juice.”

toji continued to stare at you only he was smiling now. it didn’t look friendly, but that feeling in the pit of your stomach slowly started to return. “how about you hang out with me over here,” he suggested, beckoning you one with his ring and middle finger. you didn’t understand, but he was making a motion that looked similar to fingering a girl.

nervously, you went over and sat next to him. despite the uneasy feeling you were getting, this was the most exciting thing you’ve done in a long time. you’ve never been this close to a man like him. the way he stared down at you made you feel small.

“man you’re cute, you sure you’re gojo’s sister?” he smiled and for a second he looked kind. you giggled nervously at his question feeling your face heat up. “um thank you.” the tension in the air was thick and you weren’t sure if you could keep this up. you knew it was wrong to let a man talk to you like this, but you were too scared to do anything about it. if anything, you wanted more.

“my brother might not be home for a while.” you heard yourself say while fidgeting with your fingers. “you can still um.. stay here though.” closing your eyes, you could feel his hot breath on the side of your face. it didn’t smell the best, but the wet patch growing in your panties distracted you.

“i don’t mind spendin’ some time with you, little girl.” you gulped and looked back up to his to see his face was only a couple inches from yours. you could understand that you brother absolutely did not like this man, but that didn’t stop you from closing your eyes when toji leaned in. you opened your mouth obediently, letting his big tongue dig around in it.

toji chuckled at your inexperience and grabbed at your thighs. they were squeezed together, trying desperately to get some friction. “damn you’re a little slut,” he groaned into your mouth. “lettin’ a stranger touch you like this.”

you whimpered when you felt his fingers get tangled in your hair. you couldn’t lie that this was exciting. for once in your life you felt so good doing something so bad. this man could be anyone, could do anything to you, but you were counting on it. in this moment, he could be a murderer and you would spread your little legs for him.

your tongue was hanging out from between your lips, drool dripping onto your lap. toji was kissing and biting the skin on your neck, one hand in your hair and the other lifting one of your legs to your chest. he leaned down to peak under your skirt and you watched him grin.

you brought your hands up to cover your face when toji got down on his knees and spread your legs. he pressed his tongue against your panties and sucked harshly. you peeked at him through your fingers, eyes wide in pleasure.

your fingers could never make you feel this good. your whole pussy was now on toji’s mouth. he was being so nasty the way his saliva soaked your panties.

“u-um can we go to the bed… please?” the thought of geto coming home and seeing you like this made you shiver. you would never be able to live it down.

“anything f’this pussy,” he laughed and scooped you up by your armpits. he carried you down the hallway with ease and into a random room. you instantly recognized it at satoru’s, but toji didn’t seem to care. his shirt was already off by the time he set you down and that was enough for you not to care either.

“look at you turnin’ into such a little whore.” you lifted your tank top over your tits to show him your lacey bra. trying your best to look seductive, you pulled your panties halfway down your thighs. toji didn’t seem to care about your little performance, though, instead forcing you on all fours. your face hit the comforter of satoru’s bed and you were suddenly aware of how real the situation was. you could smell your big brother as toji slid his fat tip up and down your pussy lips.

“w-wait m’not read-“ your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he pushed himself in all the way. with a loud groan, toji began force fucking you into the mattress.

this was sex? you’ve never felt this kind of pain in your life. “shit— you a virgin?” you heard him ask after seeing blood on his cock. he still didn’t slow down, instead picking up his pace. one thing about toji was he loved fucking girls dumb. especially, virgins.

your fingers reached up to grab a pillow to bury your face into. the sudden guilt of fucking this man in your brothers bed brought tears to your eyes. “ssstru,” you tried to moan out to your brother, eyes crossing when toji propped a foot on the bed to get deeper angle.

“ha! you really are a slut! moanin’ out your brothers name while i tear this pussy up.” you whimpered at his words knowing he was right. you couldn’t hide the fact you were close to your orgasm with the way your pussy was leaving a white ring around his cock.

“ah ah!” your moans filled the room as he rammed into you. you could tell he was close too when he leaned forward to press his big chest against your back. “gnna cum in this kitty,” he groaned in your ear before biting it. you tried to protest but he covered your mouth with a hand. not long after you felt warmth filling your insides. toji’s pace slowed as he fucked his cum in you, babbling about how he was going to “knock you up as pay back.”

you were too fucked out to care, though, laying there as he pulled out and stood. you listened to him wiping his dick off with a random shirt he found before dressing himself and leaving the room. you listened to him rummage through the living room, probably for cash or weed. you listened to the front door shut and then a few minutes later you heard it open again.

dread filled your body when familiar voices filled the hallway near the door. your legs hurt too much to move, so you braced yourself as the footsteps neared.

no one said anything, already knowing of the situation. you laid there, silently crying, back arched and bare ass exposed with cum leaking out of your pussy, while gojo and geto stood in the doorway. geto looked unbothered as he stepped closer to get a better look, the tent in his pants and obvious sign he liked what he saw.

gojo on the other hand looked furious. he knew toji was up to no good when he saw his smugly leave his front door, not even asking him for the money he owed. he knew he took something of similar value, just not that he took this.

his eyes traveled down to your lower half and he understood why geto wanted a better look. you looked so erotic with cum leaking out of your hole and red hand prints on your ass.

gojo turned around and walked out of the room in denial, but deep down, he knew there was no other explanation for the hardness in his pants.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

OKAY HELLO UH. SAVANACLAW DREAM UPDATE SPOILERS ?!?!!2!!2!2

THE. WAY BOTH JACK AND RUGGIE ADMIRE LEONA SO MYCH AND FEATURE HIM IN THEIR DREAMS 😭😭😭😭 Jack making Leona basically nOT HAVE DEPRESSION QUFBWKANDK 😭😭 and making him a fair player... Jack my boy... your dream is lovely but you made him do stuff hED NEVER DO 😭😭

AND RUGGIE. THE FACT HE AND LEONA NEVER MET IN THIS DREAM *BUT* THE AMAZING DRESM SCHOOL HE ATTENDS WAS SKGNKENAKjfkenalNIfjeksksn MADE/PROPOSED TO BE MADE (?) BY LEONA 😭😭😭 AND HE SAYS THAT PRINCE LEONA IS MORE POPULAR THAN FALENA AMONGST TYE YOUTH AJFNWKNudnekskalakdknsk tHEY WANT ME DEAD. D E A D.

and then ... ruggie says smth about him choosing the king he'll follow and LATER WHEN REFERRING TO LEONA HE SAYS SMTH TO JACK LIKE. "LET'S GO WAKE UP OUR KING" I'm fuckifnwjzbslakznaklNdkdkals akehueuqjakansksk THEY ADORE HIM SO MUCH. I CAN'T DO THIS.

So this means we'll get a full chapter ONLY for Leona's dream... I don't think we'll see him crying like Jack and Ruggie but GOD IF WE DO SEE THAT I'LL BE FOUND DEAD- i just knowwww that whichever way they go w it (the "he already knows it's a dream theory" or SMTH else), there WILL BE drama and I *WILL* die internally... my Leona plushies will pay the price (they will be hugged very tightly)

[Referencing the book 7 part 11 update!]

Me, coping: Oh, the book 7 Savanaclaw update is split into two parts? That means the first part must be dedicated to Jack and Ruggie and the second part must be Leona only. Surely this means I am free from being sniped in the Jack and Ruggie segment. Me, from the future:

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ME EXPERIENCING THE FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF ALL AT ONCE

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT 💀💀💀 I was kind of expecting some element of respecting their dorm leader to come up (definitely for Jack's), BUT NOT THIS EXTENT OTL

Of the two, Jack's dream was the more obvious one to feature Leona in a very positive light. His admiration for the guy was clear ever since book 2, in which Jack--someone who regularly sucks at expressing his feelings--confessed MULTIPLE TIMES that it was Leona's passionate magift play on TV that inspired Jack to follow in his footsteps. And that's why he was so disappointed to learn that the guy he admired all along was a scumbag that would play dirty to get ahead. The Leona in Jack's dream might be that version that Jack had in his head... The Leona he yearns for the attention and praise of, the Leona he thought was a virtuous leader who values hard work and good sportsmanship, the kind of person who gives speeches to inspire his team and helps people up by the hand when they fall. Another reading could be that this is the Leona Jack believes is still possible if he works toward it, because this dream seems to be set a YEAR after their loss to Diasomnia. And this is Leona at his best and most dangerous because he's throwing literally everything he has into this training, so he'll probably do the same in combat; Yuu and co. have to develop a whole strategy in advance to isolate Jack because they KNOW they're going to get blasted by dream!Leona if they give any inkling of trying to wake the dreamer up. JACK LITERALLY DREAMED ABOUT LEONA THRIVING, BEING HIS BEST SELF... Jack, the self-proclaimed LONE WOLF, who claims he doesn't like GROUP ACTIVITIES/SPORTS, longs to be part of the pack that LEONA leads... But he won't follow just anyone, Jack has standards AND LEONA APPARENTLY MEETS ALL OF THEM (or, in Jack's eyes, Leona can meet those standards).

THEN WHEN JACK WAKES UP... Hoo, boy... The way he was smiling but then broke down into shouts and sobs... That's literally got to be my favorite kind of emotional distress (part of why I loved Idia's breakdown when he was introducing his newly built little brother to the Styx researchers). You can hear how betrayed he feels in his voice, all the raw emotion that didn't come through as strongly in book 2. ASKHLBLBIASDIVDAI SORRY TO DUNK ON BOOK 2 AGAIN BUT IT'S TRUE. Jack's feelings of betrayal... They were so blunted there, it felt like he was reacting to a minor setback (he seems to easily shrug off being called a traitor by the guy he supposedly admires) rather than genuinely being hurt. I'm glad that the emotional weight that wasn't addressed then is finally getting the spotlight it deserves now.

Then Ruggie's dream???? 😭 That one caught me SO off-guard. The way it opens with Yuu and co. suspecting it's Leona's dream because they arrived in Sunrise City, one of the few industrialized places in Sunset Savanna... The lore review of how it's difficult to get the people to get behind developing the land due to how it would negatively impact the nature they want to live in harmony with (plus the brand-new reveal that these disagreements can become VIOLENT)... and Idia realizing that this, THIS is why Leona actually decided to take an internship at an energy and mining lab back home--because Leona realized he cannot change the country on his own, no matter how often he butts heads with his brother. He needs even more knowledge and a team to work with him. An NPC donut vendor lady randomly drops it on us that it's thanks the PRINCE LEONA that Ivorycliff Academy was able to be established. Not only that, but turns out Leona has graduated already and has spent his time after NRC building schools and establishing magift teams for Sunset Savanna (the latter being something Leona expressed interest in, as having a national sport and/or famous sporting teams can enhance his country's soft power). AND HE'S MORE POPULAR AMONG THE YOUTH THAN FALENA IS???????? MR. LEONA I-HATE-DEALING-WITH-KIDS KINGSCHOLAR IS POPULAR WITH... THE KIDS????? ? ?? ?? ?? ? ?? ?????? ?? ? 💀 The guy who claims to only help the underclassmen because they'd otherwise be an inconvenience to him... is admired by the same underclassmen... and now that has translated over to Ruggie's dream as the youth of Sunset Savanna loving him... OTL YOU'RE KIDDING ME RIGHT/????? ? ??? ? ??v????? ? ? ????

The most bewildering detail to me about Ruggie's dream is that he and Leona haven't met at all; Ruggie acts pretty clueless when asked about it and Leona graduated from a completely different school than him (NRC). There's no way they could have met, yet the dream still deemed that Leona was an important enough aspect of Ruggie's life that he was incorporated into it... and, unlike in real life, Leona now has the influence to make these systematic changes not just for bettering Ruggie's life, but the lives of everyone in Sunset Savanna...

UUUURURUGUUGHHGHHHHHHHGHGHHHHHHH H H HH H H HHHHHHH H H H HH H H AND THEN WWHEN RUGGIE FINALLY WAKES UP AND AND ANADNANDANDANASHADSNADSNADSNAN NDDDSDD SD SM ADSB,M ADSDBSM DDD HE CALLS HE WON'T FOLLOW A "FAKE KING", HE WANTS TO CHOSOE THE KING HE FOLLOWS 😭😭😭 RUGGIE TELLS JACK THEY SHOULD GO AND WAKE UP "OUR KING"... Ruggie, who constantly complains about how easy rich people have it and how hard Leona makes him work for his coin, is standing right here and HE'S CHOOSING LEONA.

This is all so crazy to think about because back in book 6 (citing the moment that broke me Yet Again, lmao) Leona implied that while he has hope in others (like Jamil), HE DOESN'T HAVE THE SAME HOPE FOR HIMSELF. But there's literally his whole dorm who trust him to lead them and their futures as professional athletes 😭 Jack who believes Leona is capable of being that shining, ideal senpai he dreamed of... Ruggie who believes Leona can and will change not only his life for the better, but also the lives of marginalized beastmen like hyenas, the younger generation, and heck, why not their whole country too... OTL

THIS IS LITERALLY THE WORST POSSIBLE OUTDCOME FOR ME... . . . . ....... . .. . . . .. . / / / / / . . . .. . .. ... . . . ... . . YOU JAVE JACK'S DREAM SUPPLYING THE RELIABLE BIG BRO/ONII-SAN LEONA... THEN RUGIGE'S DREAM SUPPYL inG THE SMAR TDETERMINED PRINCE LEONA ... AND THEN NEXT UPDAT.E.XBBCXL V.CV . . . . . . . . ...... .. .. . . . . OTL ASCTUAL LEOPJNA DFGFAYVAFIVAVIYAIAGIGEIYGEPEIQAGfhgpaebpyrwqeg,hpgqeugqm[gqepg./l.,pjm9hmh4 gephmhurwhbaudavmudfsgnyofegnyoifui

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. Ah-HEM!! 😇 Sorry, I don't know what overcame me... I just blacked out and when I came to I don't remember what I was doing or saying for the past several minutes 💖 Now if you'll excuse me, I am filled with an intense desire to enact violence on the nearest lion-shaped object I can get my hands on--

[book--wyrm]

Since I've been having so much fun with predictions for this show, I'm gonna lay down my incredibly specific bet for how Francis dies.

I've touched on most elements of this before but I want a post to go back and reference when ep 7 ends, to see where my head was at even if I'm wrong.

It's time to connect some dots.

And then find out next week that i didn't connect shit lmao.

There's a reveal waiting in the wings to do with Rex Calabrese, for sure.

Obviously Rex has been set up since the first moments of the pilot, and he came up again in ep 5, and again ep 6.

Rex has specifically been set up as a positive, aspirational figure in Oz's life, the guy who took care of everyone, for whom crime was his way of being a good guy.

This entire show, this Rex Calabrese Myth has been the core of Ozwald's self justifications. It's all worth it to do the good that Rex did, to be loved like Rex was.

But the show has also not shied away from how selfish and hollow these justifications are. Even in this episode—"You know how meaningful that is? To be the guy in the neighborhood who takes care of people?" Not to take care of people for their sake. To be the guy they love for taking care of them.

Especially compared to Eve's genuine love and bond with her girls, Oz's good gangster fantasy has been shown time and time again to be just self aggrandizing excuses.

So I am convinced that one part of this Rex Calabrese reveal is going to be that he was also a lying asshole con man, that Oz was just one of the suckers who fell for it. We've seen from Eve that Oz can spew bullshit with the best, but can't sniff it out like Sofia can.

But there's something else to the Rex thing. The show has been real quiet about Oz's dad so far. That even got pointed out this ep.

In Ep 5, Francis says that Oz has big dreams, just like his father. And Oz says, no, I ain't like him.

In Ep 6, Francis talks to Oz as if she thinks he's his dad, saying that he needs to do something about the heat, that like it or not, "they're his boys", and if he doesn't, she'll go to Rex.

It sounds initially like Rex and Oz's father are different people, but... Oz had two brothers. Two older brothers, too, I think.

This is a bit of a stretch, and the part of this theory I'm least certain about, but I think it's possible that the person Oz thinks is his father is only Jack and Benny's bio dad, and that his bio dad is actually Rex, when his mom went to Rex after the dad couldn't keep the money coming in.

I just feel like this would make for a great gut punch combined with the takedown of the Rex myth, you know? If Oz learns that he is the son of his childhood hero, only for that idealized vision of Rex to be exposed as a facade at the same time, for Oz to have to face that he was born of, has admired, and has ultimately been acting just like a slimy, sleazy scumbag who did more harm than good in his life.

Maybe even hurt his ma? Maybe that's why Francis left Rex and went back to her original partner?

Vic's lie to Francis about Oz killing the whole Falcone family

First of all there is no way this doesn't come up when Sofia and Francis are in a scene together. Like. Vic didn't say all the Falcones except Sofia. He said they're all dead. Oz pulled this off.

But it was a lie. Sofia is the last of her line, by her own hand. It was all a lie, and Francis has been so consistent about this, she hates when her son lies to her. I can't blame her, either—when your own mind lies to you constantly, you want there to be an anchor, a pillar of truth in your life. If you can't trust yourself, you have to be able to trust *someone*, or you're lost.

Oswald didn't lie to her, this time. Vic did. But under the circumstances, I wonder if that isn't a technicality that gets easily lost.

I wonder if she isn't going to do what she's done all throughout the show, and cut Oswald to the core when she finds out.

The way Francis has been displacing affection onto Vic has clearly been leading up to... something.

She has consistently been so harsh, so demanding towards Oswald, the only remaining son who has the means to take care of her.

But to Vic, she has been so sweet and kind, possibly because she has no expectations of a boy not her blood, possibly because she's mentally substituting him in for her other sons.

Death makes martyrs of your children.

And Oz hasn't been responding well to this. To the way Francis praises Vic, to the way Vic was able to calm her down and make her happy when he just made her angry.

Oz responds badly to a lot of things. But when Eve broke up with him, he said something specific. "You got some high roller you'd rather be shacking up with?" Do you have someone better than me? Have I already been replaced? Am I not enough for my place in your life, is there someone who does everything I do but better?

This whole family unit is sitting on an emotional powder keg.

Francis's request for euthanasia uahghghghghgh

In a show about a determined antihero, Oz would follow through on his mom's request. This is not that show.

That being said, I think that means there are sort of two really evil ways that the show could kill Francis. Which will happen, btw. She is going to die.

The first is for Oz to refuse to kill his mom, leaving her in position to die horribly at someone else's hands.

I can see this one in theory, but I feel like it doesn't have a solid emotional impact? Refusing to euthanize your mother is an understandable, if slightly selfish thing to do. Especially under an extremely stressful situation like your mom has been kidnapped and. idk. electroshocked by Dr Subdrop, who fucking knows.

The other really awful thing they could do is to have Oz kill his mom, in a scene where she is explicitly lucid and clearheaded, and then justify it to himself afterwards as a mercy killing, it's what she asked of me, I was a good son to her.

People working on the penguin have been dropping hints that by the last two episodes, Oz will have done something irredeemably horrific, and I just. This would be fucking *vile*.

Here's my theory. And I type this with the full understanding that this is so specific it's almost certainly not going to go down like this.

Sofia takes Vic and Francis away somewhere, and over the course of whatever scenes they have, Francis realizes that "Oz wiped out the Falcones" was a lie. (idk that I would want Sofia to tell her directly, we already did a "oh, you didn't know?" scene with Eve.) Oz shows up at some point, and learns both about the lie Vic told, and that his mother is now furiously angry about it

Somehow Oz gets Francis away, and here my theory kinda splits into two possibilities.

a) Oz gets Francis away by sacrificing Vic, and Francis blows up on him about leaving vic and about the lie.

or b) Oz, Francis, and Vic all get away, and once they're out Oz attacks Vic for lying to his ma and making her mad at him, and Francis blows up on him in Vic's defence or just because she's so angry at him she doesn't even think about Vic.

Either ways, she throws the truth in his face in a moment of clear eyed lucidity—he is Rex's son, and just like Rex, he's a scummy, lying piece of shit who will never amount to anything.

(there's a part of me that thinks maybe instead of Rex it'll be smth about his brothers? god knows how their deaths will play into things idk where they fit here)

and in a mirror to the absolute senseless rage and pain he felt when his childhood dream of being Rex was insulted by Alberto in Ep 1, he kills his own mother, and cements himself as the villain of this show.

[tumbleweed-writes]

Death and the Lady: Chibs Telford x Reader

An idea I've been tossing around in my head. Might continue it if anyone is interested in more.

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The plan to pull any forensics team from Lodi heading to the Sons burnt warehouse and the two dead bodies in the cellar of said warehouse was a bold one. Jax was proud of himself for  coming up with a creative solution that would require no spilt blood.

He spoke quick to present his plan to his uncertain brothers. “Look, all we need for a murder is bodies and a crime scene.”

Chibs was fast to speak, not quite getting how this was any different from the prior plan they’d had to just kill some Nords and attract the attention of Lodi’s forensics team. "Ya lost me Jackie."

Jax replied the answer was so obvious. “Skeeter, guy’s got more gambling debt than he can handle. I’ll make it worth his while.”

“The cemetery guy?” Bobby questioned doubt clear in his voice.

Jax nodded his head sure of his plan. “Yeah, I give Lodi a front-page murder and we don’t stir up another shit-storm that might bite us in the ass.”

He cringed the second the words left his lips. There was only one issue that might screw up the plan. Skeeter the Sons connection to access to Charming’s nearest crematorium and one of its oldest funeral homes wasn’t in town at the moment. 

“Shit.” the statement left him.

Tig groaned, not entirely thrilled that the plan was being shifted away from his original idea or just straight up murdering some Nord or some other scumbag. “What?”

Jax cringed again, hating to admit that there was a wrench in the plan. “I just remembered, Skeeter’s not in town.”

Tig stood up again ready to jump into action on the original plan. “Alright, that settles it. We stick to my plan.”

Jax spoke again, raising his voice as another solution entered his mind. “Y/N.”

Clay furrowed his brow, the name somewhat familiar though it had been years. “She's back in town?”

Jax ran a hand through his hair, a sigh leaving him. “Yeah, she’s taken over the family business apparently. She’s back. Been back for a few months now.”

Chibs frowned totally lost on just who this Y/N was that everyone but him seemed so familiar with.

He continued to follow the conversation, his interests peaking further as Jax spoke again. “I don’t know…she’s cleaned up her act apparently. She’s worth a shot though. She’s got enough history with the club. I don’t think she’s cleaned up enough to go running her mouth if we approach her with this.”

Clay shook his head at this news not missing a chance to push back against the idea that she’d be totally useless to them. “Money talks, clean act or not. You make contact with her, get this plan on the road. Who knows, she might come in handy in the future, if she’s down to accept our gifts in exchange for a few favors. Might be smart to have a funeral director readily available. Who knows just what she has access to. From what I’ve heard her father left some debt behind and we all know her brother is off in the county nuthouse. She might be willing to play ball if we offer her some incentive to chip away at that debt.”

Chibs furrowed his brow all the further having to wonder just who this Y/N character was aside from a funeral director that his brothers all seemed to have some familiarity with. 

Chibs had been patched over in Charming for about a decade now, surely he would remember some funeral director that had some sort of wild streak that his brothers all seemed to remember? 

He mulled over the thought as the club proceeded to discuss their plans. 

He wasn’t the only one mulling over the change in plan. Jax felt his stomach twist uncertain if Y/N would be as willing to help out debt or not.

He’d heard the gossip around town and it all seemed to indicate that little miss Y/N had turned over a new leaf and had really matured from the twenty year old girl who’d been sent away by her father years before. 

Jax rubbed the back of his neck, his stomach churning at the path that lay ahead of them. 

Y/N Y/L/N was no Skeeter, but she would work in a bind.

He just hoped she was not as on the straightened arrow as it appeared.

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The cemetery in Charming was actually quite massive despite the smaller town. Generations upon generations had been buried on the land. On the property sat a crematorium that was used by the few funeral homes in Charming as well as a chapel where services might be held.

One of the funeral homes that often used the on sight crematorium was Y/L/N and Sons Funeral Home.

Ironically enough, there weren’t any sons in the business…at least not anymore.

Y/N Y/L/N had taken up the mantle of her father’s business. The funeral business was something she’d fought against for so long. 

She had resented it in a way. She resented being known as the creepy kid in school because her father buried the dead. She resented the expectation that she would follow in her father’s business once her brother had clearly proven he just wasn’t stable enough. She’d resented the fact that even though she was expected to follow this path that the And Sons part of the name wouldn’t be dropped.

She had rebelled and she’d rebelled hard. Charming’s local MC had given her an environment to indulge in that rebellion. She had used the environment to cope with her personal issues and heartbreaks. She’d barely been legal the first time she’d visited the Sons clubhouse and during each visit after that she’d allowed herself to fall into the chaos of a Friday night party.

A few years of her life had been dedicated to that chaos until she’d hit rock bottom. Drinking and associating with Charming’s criminal element had been fun, until it had not been so much fun.

Her father had given her an out and she’d taken in traveling east to start anew. She’d tried to find a life outside of death, but she’d found within a few years that she did have a genuine respect for the family business.

It was all she’d ever known and she’d decided to follow her father’s footsteps on her own terms. She’d enrolled in mortuary school out east and had found work upon gaining her license.

She’d assumed she’d finally escaped both Charming and her past.

The past had a way of biting you in the ass though. She’d learned that the hard way.

The family business had been left to her and though she wanted nothing more than to remain out east she’d realized that the family business wasn’t the only thing she’d inherited from her father.

Debts and her brother were now her responsibility. So, Y/N had traveled back west, back to Charming.

She should have known the MC would come knocking eventually. Her past associates would eventually realize she was back in town.

So, it should have been no shock with the crematorium doors swung open at least one familiar face walking in the door.

She turned from the cremains she’d been sifting through the thick rubber gloves she wore making her hands feel damp with sweat.

Chibs Telford wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but the pretty young woman standing by a flaming cremator wasn’t at all what he’d pictured when he heard the words funeral director.

She was not dressed all in black the way he’d been picturing. To be honest he’d imagined some stuck up and possibly even creepy looking woman in a black pantsuit.

The pretty woman standing by the cremator was wearing dark wash blue jeans of all things and a black tank top. Her brow was somewhat damp with perspiration from the heat of the crematorium. Chibs took notice of the bead of sweat that traveled down her neck disappearing between the valley of ample cleavage the sight sending a jolt of lust through him. She had a nice figure; attractive curves that were complimented by the tight fit of her jeans. Her long hair was piled on top of her head fastened with a clip in an attempt to deal with the heat. He furrowed his brow as he spotted a pair of baby pink converse sneakers on her feet. 

She was less Morticia Adams than he’d been anticipating. She looked more like she should be hanging out at a farmers market or maybe having ice cream at one of the mom and pop parlors on Main Street. 

The pretty woman he’d been so unabashedly admiring finally spoke a sigh leaving her lips. She looking none too pleased by her guests. “Jackson.”

Chibs felt his heart lift the soft sweetness of her voice not what he'd been expecting at all even if she didn't sound happy.

“Hey, darlin, long time no see.” Jax replied always the flirt even when on business.

Chibs frowned a small part of him, somewhat certain he didn’t like the clear undertone of a history between his brother and this young woman. He pushed back the thought knowing it was ridiculous. 

Y/N sighed, shaking her head, her eyes studying the friends Jackson Teller had brought along. She didn’t recognize a single face other than Jax Teller’s. Though she guessed it shouldn’t be too much of a shock. She’d been away for so long.

She didn’t study her company for long, a sigh leaving her. “I’m assuming this isn’t a social call.”

Jax gave her a small sheepish smile. “Not entirely.”

“Skeeter’s not around, I’m afraid. He’s out of town, hopefully not at the racetrack.” She remarked a small frown crossing her features at the thought of her father’s associate.

Although she didn’t approve of Skeeter’s conduct at times, she knew he’d been a loyal employee to her father. He was now her loyal employee. She appreciated that loyalty despite his habits.

That loyalty hadn’t stopped him from associating with the Sons of course, but who was she to judge given her own past. 

“They really cremate bodies here?” Half Sack spoke getting close to the cremator gazing within the flames.

“Aye an sometimes we do.” Chibs spat out smacking the prospect in the back of the head before yanking him from the machinery.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, the thick Scottish brogue not entirely expected. She gazed at the owner of the accent unable to place him anywhere in her memories.

She knew her memories from that time in her life might be somewhat hazy, but she was sure she’d remember a Scottish accent in the middle of northern California.

She was certain she’d remember the man standing in front of her from the accent alone. She felt her stomach churn noticing the deep scars embedded into his cheeks. If she hadn’t remembered the accent then she definitely would have remembered the scars.

He gazed back at her his sunglasses dropping slightly, his dark eyes gazing at her, the action giving her an unexpected reaction.

She frowned, not entirely amused at the mixture of lust and curiosity that stirred up in her under his gaze.

She wasn’t that girl anymore, a voice in the back of her head scolded her. She’d grown up and changed. It had been almost ten years and she was a new person, a better person. She was no longer the biker groupie.

Jax stepped forward, breaking the spell that had seemed to wash over both Chibs and Y/N without anyone around them really taking notice. “We aren’t here to see Skeeter Darlin’. We gotta ask you a favor. I’m here to ask an old friend a small favor.”

“Favors are never small with you from what I remember. They also usually have a way of biting me right in the ass if my memory serves me right.” She replied, reluctant to pull her eyes from the Scotsman and back to her old friend.

Jax smirked, nodding his head. “Fair enough.”

He cleared his throat fast to speak again. “We need two bodies.”

“Jesus Christ, Jackson. Why are you coming to me with this? I’m not some club hangaround anymore. I’m trying to be a better person and you’re dragging me into this shit.” She snapped a groan leaving her as she took off her gloves slamming them down on the counter beside the cremains she’d previously been attending to.

Jax sighed, not entirely shocked by the reaction. He prayed he was right when he’d remarked that she wasn’t so on the straightened arrow that she wouldn’t go blabbing the information to the Charming P.D.

“I know it’s a lot to ask but…” He barely worked out before she spoke again.

“A lot to ask? You do realize when I got licensed I had to take several classes on the ethics of the funeral profession. I’m pretty sure handing out bodies to the local MC violates so many of those ethics I swore to uphold and is considered abuse of a corpse. You do realize I could lose everything if you fuck up and it leads back to me? You aren’t just asking me to let you borrow a freaking cup of sugar here, Jax.” 

Chibs twisted his lips somewhat amused by how browbeaten Jax seemed to look upon this outburst.

If the outburst had come from a less pretty woman, Chibs might feel frustration. After all, they were depending on this girl to help them out of an utter shit-storm.

A small part of him had to admire the balls she had to speak to a dangerous looking biker in that tone of voice. 

She was bold, bold and pretty were admirable traits in a woman. 

Jax reached in his kutte pocket pulling out a thick manilla envelope. “I know, I’m sorry. It’s a lot to ask, but we’re in a bind here. SAMCRO is willing to compensate you for taking the risk.”

He paused handing over the envelope feeling somewhat guilty to even bring it up. “I know your old man was struggling to keep things running towards the end. This could help alleviate some of the burdens he left behind.”

She gazed down at the envelope, part of her wanting to toss it right back in his face the other part of her wanting to toss in the cremator as a showing of just what she thought of his attempts to buy out her morals.

She cringed a the heft of the envelope her mind crossing over those burdens Jax was mentioning.

Business was steady, but her father hadn’t been in the best health towards the end. It hadn’t been easy to tackle some of the debt left behind even with steady business.

She also felt her mind flash to her older brother. Institutionalization was expensive, even on a state level.

She gazed within the envelope making up her mind knowing it might damn her soul. 

She shook her head, her jaw tight. “Two bodies?”

Jax nodded his head relieved that Clay had been right. Money talks. “Yeah, one white guy and a Mexican guy.”

She rolled her eyes, tempted to snap that this wasn’t a custom order shop and he’d get what he got and he’d be damn happy with it.

She gazed at the still flaming cremator. “I had a guy who died in a work accident….uh worked for the electric company. It’s a closed casket. He didn’t have enough of a family to give a shit and suddenly want an open casket at the last second. They’d barely even pay for me to do the embalming. Stop by the funeral home in a couple of hours and you can have him.”

She paused shifting in place, hating herself for doing any of this. “There’s a fresh burial, one of my guys just filled in the hole this morning…cheap casket. He should be fresh enough still, I’m a damn good embalmer…even with the cheap jobs.”

She gazed down at the envelope, a voice in the back of her head screaming she was completely soiling the profession she loved. She was scum. She’d been entrusted to care for these bodies and make sure they had a peaceful rest, and this was what she was doing.

She ran her thumb along the envelope, a louder voice claiming that the money would help.  The money would help ease the debt and help make sure her brother got the best care available.

Between the debt and her brother's care she was drowning.

She was at risk of losing a family business that had been there for generations. It was her legacy.

She knew she could sell the family business and pay some of those debts but that seemed like such a shameful thought. Then there was the issue of her brother. Daniel needed around the clock care and it got pricey. The money could help to keep providing that care.

Without the institution he'd be moved to being in an even worst institution as a practical ward of the state or worst kicked out of the hospital. She knew he wouldn't stay medicated on the streets and she couldn't take care of him. There was no way he could live with her in his condition. They'd gone down that road before. Her father couldn't care for Daniel and she sure as hell couldn't.

She knew she was betraying the dead by taking this money but a voice in the back of her head snapped that the dead didn't need money. She sure as hell needed the money. Selling her morals and ignoring her conscience was the one way out of tunnel of debts and uncertainty. This action would surely damn her to hell and she couldn't take a moral high ground that she was a better person now. 

It was damn hard to be the better person when you were stuck eating a diet of mostly ramen noodles and selling plasma just to barely scrape by. It was hard to be the good person when your brother needed yet another expensive medication to keep his symptoms under control. It was too hard to be the good person when you were so damn tired.

She knew she was going to hell for this, but she already felt like she was in hell half the time anyway with all the financial stress.

She sighed as Jax spoke, giving her a small grin. “Thanks Y/N. I know this is a big ask…”

“It is.” She interrupted a sigh leaving her.

She spoke again a grimace crossing her features knowing if she was damning her soul for this action she might as well fully commit. “From now on…you don’t go to Skeeter for favors. I’m your first contact.”

Chibs raised an eyebrow once again taken by the brass balls on the girl. He resisted the urge to smirk a little amused; she felt comfortable presenting this idea with as much of a fuss as she’d put up a second ago.

She spoke again, shaking her head. “You’re right, the money helps in more ways than one. I’m willing to do more favors in the future for a price…we both know I’m more reliable than Skeeter any day of the week.”

Jax grinned at the proposal. Maybe Clay had been right, having a funeral director in SAMCRO’s arsenal did hold the possibility of promise. “Of course, darlin’. You’ll be our first call. In fact we might need to borrow this crematorium later.”

“It’s done. Just call me. My number hasn’t changed.” She remarked that strange jealous feeling stirring up in Chibs’ gut again.

Her number hadn’t changed, a number Jax Teller apparently knew.

He didn’t have long to focus on the strange sense of jealousy or how it confused the hell out of him as the Sons turned to leave ready to leave and get this plan moving forward.

Chibs wasn’t pulled from his thoughts until Juice finally spoke, the man not having said anything this entire time. “I’m glad to be out of that place. It gives me the creeps.”

“Aye, the creeps.” Chibs remarked not able to focus on the environment they’d just been in the woman in that environment far more interesting. She was far from creepy.

To be honest Chibs Telford wasn't sure what to make of her. That concept puzzled him.

Juice watched as Jax sped up ahead of them before he spoke almost as though he could hear just what Chibs was thinking. “At least she’s not creepy as hell like Skeeter…I mean she's spooky given her job...but she is kind of hot…wonder what she meant by club hang around. She doesn't look like the average croweater...at least I don't get that vibe. Curious to know what that history is.”

Chibs frowned as that jealous little feeling stirred in him again. He shook it away a huff leaving him unable to stop himself from agreeing. “Aye…spooky.”

He paused shaking his head hating to admit that he was a little curious himself about just what the history surrounding Y/N was. 

[weebsinstash]

You know, I'm trying to keep the posts relatively like, content related, but just to post another personal Hazbin theory of mine

It's probably not true but I just have this really sinking suspicion that Heaven is altering the memories of everyone in there, and I know this is kind of a wild reach, but my biggest reason for thinking that is.... how would anyone in Heaven be truly happy if they know they have relatives or friends that are in Hell. Like straight up, unless Molly died first and her death drove Angel to his overdose and thus she isn't aware he's dead, I don't see how Molly could be happy in Heaven? Because you're either in Heaven not knowing when your sibling is coming, or you know they're NEVER coming AND they're suffering in Hell.

Like i know we barely saw her but she just looks way too happy for someone who knows her brother isn't in Heaven with her, and we know that they were super close, which leads me to ask: does she even remember that she HAS a brother? Does she not know he's dead? Is she cool with him being in Hell? Do they just lie to her and say he's coming and she's just like "oh ok! :D" in the meantime?

Just, from a logistical standpoint, I think they're either altering the minds of the souls in Heaven, or they're only letting in really specific, easily manipulated or inherently self centered types of people. To be blunt the line in the Welcome To Heaven song about 'everyone is hot' is already a major red flag, and Saint Peter also mentions the best and the brightest referring to intelligence. What does being considered attractive and smart have to do with being a good person? Why is being filled with beautiful talented people a statement piece about Heaven? It feels very uh... intentionally cultivated rather than a natural process. Once Sera let it slip that the executions are literally just out of paranoia that Hell MIGHT rebel, it became pretty clear that Heaven is just like, CRAZY power tripping. We still haven't even had anyone MENTION God and I find it extremely suspicious that God himself themself whatever was not at a meeting discussing the future of heaven and hell unless God wasn't aware or is intentionally a scumbag

Either way, we get our season finale Thursday, and it'll probably be over a year or two before we see season 2, so... guess we can all scream and potentially cry about it together in a few days :)

[menacinmasochist]

Hi if it's okay can I please ask for a yandere Carla with Yui wants to be with Carla but is worried that the sakamaki brothers and the makami brothers will get in the way with her happiness with Carla so she ends up getting a hold of Subaru's knife and killing them off one by one and Carla soon finds her the wax figure room in the

Sakamaki house in a bloody wedding dress

Tending to her wounds that the makami brothers and the sakamaki brothers inflicted on her

And a smut thick please

My small Aesthetic: bloody bride Yui /yandere Yui

Carla's POV:

"Brother, I have located her, she's in the Sakamaki Manor but the situation is rather strange, I think we should hurry on over there." Shin reported. It was still dusk, we believe those vampire scum took her during the day time. Nonetheless, Shin duly located her ensuring that we will have to punish all of Heinz's offspring and fake offspring as well. Those Mukami wretches were able to function normally in daylight hours, I do believe they were responsible for abducting her, would not be the first time they did this, but it will be the last time, I will assure that. We swiftly make our way to this disgusting pile of shit known as the sakamaki manor, it smelled so awful I thought I was going to cut my nose off. But among all this filthiness I could sense her. She smelled like lilac and warmth, it caused me to rush over to her scent. Going through the mansion I have not seen any of Heinz's scumbag sons, it was strange, I could smell them but so far they were nowhere to be found...

I smell her down a dark hallway, it led to a room filled with what appeared to be women at first, but after confirming with Shin they were indeed life size dolls, they must have been the previous brides or something. They have an energy to them that is uncanny. At the center of all the dolls, there she stood, in a white dress it appeared to be a wedding dress, blood stained this dress, it appeared rather fresh. "You've arrived my love.." she said, turning slowly her eyes were widened and a crazed smile appeared on her face, she had blood staining her hair. I remain silent, but I embrace her. "Ah, I'm sorry I must smell like them..I know how much you hate their scent.." she says, then lets out a giggle. "It was hard, but I did it, I killed them all.." I look at her, she looked like she was losing her mind, I take her bloodied hand and kiss it. "I did not want you to dirty yourself for me" I tell her then cup her cheek and kiss her lips, she melts into this kiss, lightly moaning, human women who react this way to intimate kissing indicate their love and lust, it was at a high for her. I never imagined she of all people would become like this, but I can comprehend that being amongst us she could develop such detrimental behavior. I am at fault here.

I pull away from our kissing, the stench of the decaying Sakamaki corpses were too much for me to endure right now. “Let’s go back now” I tell her, she smiles and nods, as we leave through the front gates another obstacle gets in the way. These second half breed scums. Heinz’s former human pets. His great beast Yuma was blocking the way. “Where do you think you’re going with Sow?” He asked then his eyes scanned her, “who’s blood is that..?!” He questions, I do not speak to low grade species so I do not say anything. But she began laughing hysterically “say…Yuma, didn’t you always want to reconcile with Shu..? I haven’t turned his body into ashes maybe you still have a chance.” She says, something in this great beast snaps and he launches himself towards her, i swiftly glide my hand through his heart, and snatch it out crushing it within my grasp, the disgusting blood tainted my hands. I threw it down and stepped on it. His body fell limb and with a finger snap his body was set a blaze, not for the first time I hear. This pathetic being survived a fire as a human, he should’ve stayed dead.

“What the fuck?!?” That annoying blonde pretty boy began to yell, revealing his hiding location along with the rest of his pseudo brothers. They tried to cease the fire of their burning brother but it is impossible to tamper with first blood magic. The horror on their faces, it was bringing back life to me. “You really choose this psychopath over us?!” The blonde let out again, I can never remember his name. “Yes Kou..he is the love of my life..I choose him” she says, this brings me a feeling I only get next to her, happiness. I noticed she had a silver dagger and I took it from her hands. “Shin, take them all and throw them in our dungeon” I tell him, I clench the dagger in my hand, I could kill them quickly but torturing them would be more sufficient.

We return to the manor, I bring her down with me to the dungeon and there we engage in much torture, I used the silver dagger to slice off the fingers of Mukami Ruki, he tried his best to suppress his pain, I forced the sickly scared one to eat his brother's fingers, I cut off the blondes tongue. It was very much pleasant torturing them, remembering what they did to her body, and her mind enraged me…I had an idea, I grabbed her and began kissing her passionately in front of them, of course she kissed back matching my pace. I tore off the bloodied dress and revealed her nude body, from the other side of the dungeon bars, all 3 of them looks with their eyes widened. I spread her legs apart and push her face into the bars, then begin ramming myself into her. She cried out my name and begged me to go harder, she was reaching back to me, and I grabbed her arms we were in sync going at my pace, with each thrust she howled, I change our positions and she is now riding me, the way she swayed her hips onto me, it felt electrifying. I could see the look of pain in their faces, she was all mine and they couldn’t do anything about it, the look of defeat and anguish on their ugly scum faces gave me so much energy I could make love to her all night long.

[spaceandbones]

drop the anime ocs lore 🤺🤺

promise me i wont be shot dead for it and i will

Jk ive been waiting and itching to do this for months

my favorite creation of all time my entire life etc is my hxh oc who is inspired by all dogs go to heaven (?) im not sure. but anyways her name is Tabris she's a homeless orphan and she's got a lot of angel and dog symbology otg. she looks like if a multicolored lab mutt with long fur and mismatched eyes was turned into a human girl. she has choppy hair that's like 7 diff colors and heterochromia and vitiligo. she's an enhancer and has an ability I don't have a name for yet where based on the cycle of the moon, certain attributes she's enhanced get stronger/weaker, so towards the new moon she gets faster, towards the full moon she gets stronger. she also has a conjured halo that makes her impervious to some percentage of nen powered attacks that requires her to be pierced/stabbed/puctured through a vital organ before she can conjure it, so she builds this harness with thin spikes that can go into her liver/lungs/etc so she can activate that ability. she's a licensed hunter and uses it to be a treasure hunter specifically for weird powerful weapons. i want to have her use an emission ability to turn her aura into angel wings but ive got to fuck w that a bit 'cause I'm not sure that would work the way I want it to. shes new so she doesnt have any visuals yet. rip.

ive got another hxh oc named Riko who has little demon horns and all his nen abilities are based around demonic concepts- he's a manipulator so his main thing is called demonic posession where he can manipulate people into comitting one of the 7 deadly sins with a caveat that he has to committ one of those sins for each person he compells to do it, so he's constantly out here being a scumbag piece of shit. his hair is ashy blue-green he dyes it himself and if he's getting depressed or doesn't have time to redye it his roots show dark brown. he kills people for money <3 here he is in a picrew...

last one bam bam is a jjk oc Chihiro who is my boy who looks like a girl and uses she/her and I made her specifically to get dicked down by toji in fics nobody will ever see but she got accidentally very cool. her cursed technique is summoning shadow-puppet shikigami that chatter and laugh and take little bites out of her targets. her domain is a pitch black decrepit theater stage with one single light that follows the target around while they get eaten alive by shadow puppets. she's like androdynous alt comic relief in a sad way character of all time. she'd be like 27/28 by s1. her dad was a curse-user who got murdered by sorcerer's when she was like 5 and his twin brother is a constant sorce of conflict in her adult life

[dangermousie]

I am like 20 eps behind on Yabani but I wonder if they ever address how the situation fucked up all the kids and that the mom needs to realize they need proper therapy not forced family bonding sessions - I mean, it's not her fault she lost it permanently when one of her four kids got kidnapped but like - the baby of the fam doesn't really have issues because she doesn't remember the before and she got taken care of by the others but I am at the point where Alaz is all "yeah, I know he's my brother, no I don't care, once he disappeared you became a zombie and I had to check the baby didn't die every night and my twin sister didn't freak out during thunder during rain and sometimes at the same time and used to pass out from lack of sleep during the day" and I don't even need to get into Ali's issues from growing up abandoned and abused on the streets for close to two decades and then being found only to be mistreated by his fam (and Cagla clearly has issues too seeing her string of terrible life choices and boyfriend) and like in general - mom just threw money and not attention or love at her remaining kids, the missing kid grew up quasi-homeless, and the dad is a bona fide villain so like...they are not all gonna hug it out. Forget home movies, go straight to THERAPY!!!!!

Of course the twins aren't gonna get along with Ali or Ali with them, and that house is gonna be a mess. Three of the four kids in that family are psychos. THERAPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYY

ETA ahahahahah Ali and Alaz have agreed on something for the first time in their adult lives and it's beating the shit out of Cagla's abusive boyfriend ahahahahahahahahaha. One almost feels bad for the scumbag, who almost got murdered by Ali, managed to drive away thanks to Ruya yanking Ali off, only to be chased down by Alaz who took a baseball bat to his head. Man is gonna end up dead.

ETA2: haha Alaz did kill him. It’s ep 7 😂 in a drama that means no happy ending for him but in Turkish show it means nothing. They gave brother murdering narco baron Vartolu in Cukur and professional hitman Ferit in SBA happy endings (I was all for it in both cases.)

ETA3: still alive omg he’s like a cockroach

[aita-blorbos]

my friends directed me to this blog to see what people would think about my situation. theyre fully supportive, but wanna see what tumblr thinks, i guess.

aita for killing the person who murdered my family, and then killing my rich abusive adoptive father?

hi. im like, 19. or 20. i lost count. i dont care about gender, but i guess im male and use he/him. anyway. when i was around 10, there was a break and enter into my house. we were getting robbed. the robber killed my mom and dad, while i snuck into the kitchen do grab a kitchen knife. i stabbed him in the back and took his gun while he was stunned. i was scared to use it, so instead i just kept stabbing him until he stopped breathing. great childhood, i know.

anyway, after that, i was all alone. i didnt know where my brother went, and my parents were dead. we didnt really have an extensive family, so there were no funerals, and there was no one to take care of me. so for a while i just roamed the streets. some random guy saw me, and seeing a kid covered in blood probably isnt the most normal thing, so he ran up to ask if i was ok. he brought me to an orphanage, where i stayed for a while. eventually, my second "dad" (i dont even want to call him that. hes a disgrace compared to my real father, even calling him a parent feels disrespectful) came to the orphanage to adopt a kid. said kid was me. i was happy, cause id finally have a home again, and he was rich! i would be spoiled, and given a wonderful life for the trauma i had to go through.

i was wrong, though. the guy who adopted me was a prick. he was a rich scumbag who only thought about others if it meant he could say bad things about them. he was negligent, and would sometimes hit me. he got drunk all the time, and usually i was left alone in his huge house, only having the occasional housemaid to care for me. whenever i see pictures of the interiors of huge houses or mansions it gives me chills. anyway, after all this bullshit, i finally thought enough was enough. i still carried a few knives on me ever since the incident, in case something bad happened again. at night when no one except the two of us were in the house, i stabbed him in the heart while he was sleeping. i took all his money, and figured if worst comes to worst, i could pay my way out of being punished for murder. fortunately, that wasnt even necessary. when i called 911 pretending like i had no idea what happened, none of the officers even touched me. no one had a clue i had the weapon. it was eventually ruled down to a robber that got away, ironically enough.

after all this, i inherited all of his shit. all the money, the whole house, and all his stupid rich guy bullshit (think yachts, fancy cars). it was all mine. i turned the house into a housing unit, letting anyone who wanted to to live in it (like the homeless or people who needed to get away from an abusive household), given how huge it was. seriously, it felt like a palace in a disney movie. i sold all the shit he had that i didnt care about, or gave it away for free to others. i donate frequently to charity. i make sure i dont keep too much money for myself at a time, and i dont buy stupid things that i dont actually need. i dont want to become like him.

alright, so heres the final question. i know some people think murder is unacceptable, no matter how evil the victim is, that my parents may be watching me from the stars with hatred, and that rich peolle are assholes. but im trying my best to be a good person.

am i the asshole?

[ravendruid]

It's Yours... My Heart

This work is part of the @percahliaweek event. Day 6 - Yours [Read on AO3] TW: Guns

It’s yours. The words echo in Percival’s mind over and over again. Surely she didn’t mean it. Not after everything that has happened. Not after that douchebag ex of her swooped in like a curse of the shadows and took her. “No, it can’t be,” Percy says to himself, buried in the million and one pillows of Keyleth’s bed. They smell like flowers—jasmine, lavender, and roses—it’s intoxicating, and all Percy wants to do is grab the pillows and tear them apart. 

“What can’t be?” Keyleth asks from the corner. She’s pouring over some books on her desk, studying diligently. Her world wasn’t just turned upside down. Her world is upright, pink and bright. She can’t understand his pain, not when she has the person she loves the most by her side.

“Uh?” Percy looks up. Keyleth is turned on her chair, one elbow across its back and her head resting on her arm. She looks at him like she has seen a ghost. Maybe she did. Percy certainly feels like he is dead inside.

“You said, ‘No, it can’t be’,” Keyleth repeats his words that sound so foreign on her lips.

“I didn’t say any—”

She gets up before he can finish, picks up a stray plushie from the floor—a raven given to her by Vax—and throws it at him, hitting Percy right in the face. “Stop it, Percy.” She looks angrily at him. They had this fight before, on the day Vex’ahlia left, and it is not a fight that Percy wants to go through again.

“What do you want me to do, Keyleth?” He throws the raven back. She grabs it effortlessly and throws it onto her chair.

“Fight for Vex. Stop moping around like a sad puppy.” She yells out. “Didn’t she say that she loves you?”

“No, she—”

“Oh, for fucks sake, Percy,” Keyleth stomps in his direction. She points a finger to his chest and leans in, “She said her heart is yours, you dumbass. What do you think that means?”

“Then why did she leave?” Percy slaps his best friend’s hand away. Keyleth has the audacity to look offended at the gesture. “Why did she go with him after all he did to her? Why didn’t she stay?”

“I don’t know,” Keyleth steps back, crossing her arms on her chest. Her expression softens, and Percy knows she has mulled over the same question over and over again, just like he did. He watches as his friend sits on the floor with her back against the side of the bed he’s lying on. She hugs her knees to her chest and lowers her head onto them. “At least she said goodbye to you,” Keyleth whispers.

It has been a month since Saundor showed up at Vex’s doorstep. Percy was there with her when it happened, so he witnessed the other man’s abusive behavior. He couldn’t stop Saundor from whispering poisonous words in Vex’s ear or grabbing her arm and practically dragging her out of the room. He still remembers the look of sheer panic on Vex’s face upon hearing whatever threat the scumbag threw her way and how her voice wavered as she agreed to go with him. Vex wasn’t even allowed to say goodbye to her brother or take her dog with her, and she certainly fought tooth and nail to be able to say Percy goodbye. 

“It’s yours… my heart,” Vex whispered, hugging him tightly. Above her shoulder, Percy saw the look of hatred in Saundor’s deep, black eyes. The look of a predator warning Percy not to make any sudden moves or his throat would get ripped out before he could shout for help.

Percy was left frozen in place with a look of shock on his face, watching the woman he loved the most being taken by the arm against her will. He should have done something—anything—to get that greasy hand off Vex’s arm. Percy should have thrown the heavy glass vase at the man’s head, scattering the beautiful flowers he had just given Vex a few days before. Or perhaps he should have lunged at Saundor, tackling him like a bear tackles its prey, even though the man was taller and stronger than him. Percy could have done a million things to stop it from happening, but he didn’t, and now guilt corrodes his insides like acid on a gun.

“A gun,” Percy says, jumping out of Keyleth’s bed.

“What?” The girl turns her head up to stare at him in confusion. Percy doesn’t answer. He runs to his backpack and shuffles for something inside it. Keyleth’s curious eyes follow his movements, but Percy doesn’t deign to pay attention or explain. He finds it, then, the gun wrapped in a black cloth. 

“Percy, what is that?” Keyleth asks, rising to her feet. Curiosity is suddenly replaced by fear as Percival unwraps the cloth to reveal a small revolver. 

“The solution to get Vex’ahlia back,” He replies. His eyes are empty of emotion, but his voice is full of anger and determination. 

Percy might not have been able to do anything to stop Vex from getting taken. He might have been frozen in fear, but no more. He was going to fight. For her. For them. For her heart.

[lostusagis]

@jiraipink asked:

"So there I was. Ready to meet my client. When all of a sudden... JUMPSCARE! It was that donkey Okita!" She was at the I Hate Okita Club with Kagura where she was telling the story of what happened recently about the slimy cop they both hate. Kamui was here too, which she felt wholeheartedly thankful for his presence. Thank God he chose today to visit her. Angrily munching on the cookies she brought over for them to enjoy.

"Ugh can you believe it? That scumbag set up a date for us using a fake name so I wouldn't decline. I got him to be blacklisted, but it wouldn't surprise me if he comes up with ANOTHER fake name." She crosses her arms while heaving out a large sigh and shakes her head. Nails slightly digging into the fabric of her sleeves upon remembering the sword he was carrying. That could've went really bad since she was by herself, but luckily nothing terrible happened... Maybe not yet. Maybe that was only the beginning. Perhaps this is what he wanted; to instill unease and paranoia of being a rental girlfriend at the possibility of meeting up with a dangerous guy. Fucking asshole. Man. He really wasn't kidding about making her life a living hell.

"It's times like those that I wish I was as strong as you two..." Another sigh. Why does she have to be so weak? Okita could've done whatever the hell he wanted... Like those samurai... Damn it. She hates being so weak. Damn it all. Her facial features tightening as she stared down at her lap. This was clearly bothering her a lot.

Kagura was really glad she decided to make a new club, since the original one was just made for petty reasons. She did, actively, hate the guy known as Okita Sougo. So every hateful word spoken about him was meant wholeheartedly. When she said something mean about her brother, it was just out of pettiness and annoyance. She has never hated him. He was just a dumbass.

With this club though, Kamui was able to join in too. Although, Kagura was unsure if he even hated Okita. He seemed more on the neutral side, even if he had said he wanted to kill him. But he had helped when Namida had the idea to tie that bastard up. It probably depended on Namida.

Well, Kagura immediately got her answer with the bomb she dropped. She ended up choking on the cookie she was eating. When she managed to swallow it properly, she gasped for air before finally talking.

''That bastard did WHAT?!'' Kagura wouldn't even put it past that sadist to pull something that ridiculous. Likely to get her back for what happened.

She looked over at Kamui, and he had a rather murderous aura radiating off of him. It was unsettling given how he smiles, that often gave her the creeps.

''I'll kill him.'' Naturally, that was Kamui's answer for everything. However, this time around it would cause a lot of trouble.

''Kamui, if you kill a member of the Shinsengumi it'll end badly for me too because they know we're related. I hate the guy, but killing him is a bad idea.'' Kagura would sigh out, hands running down her face in dread.

Stupid sadist. . . . she wished he would drop dead.

Kamui did look over at Namida, noticing her unease. He had remembered that on occasions they spent time together when going out, she was really wary of samurai. Even Gintoki who was pretty harmless. He assumed it had something to do with the time she got attacked by a group of them, that Kamui ended up killing. Regardless, it did lead to him moving closer to her and wrapping his arms around her, pulling Namida into a tight hug.

Normally, Kagura would have gotten annoyed over the PDA between them but it looked like her brother was trying to make her feel better. Which was why she hadn't uttered any complaints.

''Don't let that guy make you feel bad about yourself, he just takes advantage of his authority.'' He would say to her, ''I still don't think you're weak, since you didn't just let him get away with what he wanted to do.''

Kagura would nod in agreement, ''Yeah, yeah. But if he does try anything, just call one of us up to take care of him. I'm used to getting into fights with that bastard. He tends to do really evil crap, so you gotta be careful.'' She still wasn't over the guy nearly getting her killed just because he figured out she was faking being sick.

''I'm sure your boyfriend there would stop everything he's doing just to come save you like some twisted, bloodthirsty version of prince charming.''

[skylarmoon71]

Rapheal (TMNT 2014/2016) - Chapter 2

"Pass the remote."

"Nu uh it's my turn!"

Raph doesn't even argue further. He grabs it out of Mikey's hands, plopping on the couch. Mikey means to fire an insult, or grab it back, but Leo stops him, shaking his head. Mikey is confused, until he sees the news channel turned on.

"Suspects in the Lauderdale bombing have been apprehended. Sources say they were also responsible for the smuggling of illegal firearms and drugs. More when we come back."

The room becomes quiet, and Raph grips the remote.

"Apprehended is better than they deserved." Raph grumbles.

"We talked about this Raph, we don't take the law into our own hands. We just catch them, that's it."

"Yea, why didn't ya say that to (Y/N). Does she deserve to die to protect scumbags like that!!"

"She's not dead!!"

"She might as well be." Raph looked down. "You heard what Vincent said."

"She told us there is a high possibility she could regain consciousness."

"False hope." Raph concludes. He clenched his hand, and the remote was crushed under the force. He dropped the controller in disdain.

"I'm going for a walk." Splinter walked out just when he heard the argument start. He stepped in front of Raph, placing his hand on Raph's shoulder.

"Be patient son. She will wake up."

Raph shrugged off the arm, moving to the side.

He knew it was unfair taking it out on them. But he wasn't sure who to blame. His mind would not give him the comfort of forgetting that look on your face. You had given up in those last moments. Using every bit of your strength to get April out rather than trying to free yourself. He stopped, punching the wall, a fairly large hole following. The concrete crumbled, and he snarled.

"This is my fault."

Why the hell did they even separate. They were dealing with psychotic criminals. He kept trudging on, and as he climbed through a manhole and made his way to the surface. The city lights hit his eyes. He scaled up the building. The higher he got, the more a feeling of nostalgia hit. He stopped when he was on a rooftop, and the sight of the sun setting just at the tip of the bridge felt familiar.

"Did you fight with Leo again."

"I aint wanna talk about it. "

"Okay."

Raph expected you to delve further, but you sat down right next to him, eyes staring ahead. He frowned.

"Ya tryna use some mind game on me." You shook your head.

"No. You said you didn't want to talk about it. So we won't. We can just sit here and look at the sunset."

Raph faced forward.

"Leo put you up to this." He grumbles.

"Nope. Came here all on my own. " He scoffed.

"Sure you did."

This time, you looked at him. As much defiance that Raph often presented, you sort of respected him. He wasn't someone who just caved. He stood up for himself. He wasn't afraid to say what was on his mind. Regardless of what anyone thought. Reaching over, you placed your hand on his shoulder. His body tensed.

"I'm sorry that you feel like your voice isn't heard. I know Sometimes it may seem like Leo is favored, but Master Splinter loves you all just the same. In a way I guess I can relate."

Raph was listening now.

"My dad used to be pretty tough on me. For a while I thought it was because he hated me. After that car accident it was like a switch flipped. He was always pushing, always lecturing and I felt like I was the only one getting the brunt of it. My older brothers were never lectured. They were the ones who followed the rules. I was the rebel. "

"Can't really picture ya being a rebel." He voiced. You sent him a smile.

"My early teens were a mess." Raph smiles, and you giggle. It seems like you're getting through to him. So you continue.

"After a few months I finally confronted him. I threatened to run away and he..he sort of broke down. The entire time he was just scared of losing me. When I got in the accident, I brushed it off. I took life for granted, but my dad was terrified. Because when he got the call, he thought that I'd died. For a brief moment he told me that he imagined what it was like to never see me again. It almost broke him. So when he got the full report and saw me in that hospital, I guess he made a promise to himself that he wouldn't make the same mistakes. "

Your hand moves from his shoulder, to the center of his chest. Raph eyes trail the movement.

"Sometimes when we care about people, we make bad choices doing what we think is right for them. It doesn't mean the love isn't there. It just means they care more than we can realize. If you ever doubt anything, please don't forget that."

Raph couldn't truly remember the last time he'd been speechless. He wishes he could say something, anything. Even a thank you. You pull your hand away with a tender smile, and just then his heart begins to strum unsteadily.

It's possible that's when he realized.

Raph clenches his fists.

More than anything, it hurts.

There's a vibration in his pocket, and he means to ignore it. Eventually Leo would give up. For a moment it stops. He can feel the peace. But it starts again. With each ring he can feel his agitation rising. He grits his teeth, pulling out the phone in aggravation.

"WHAT!!"

"Raph...she's awake."

Leo receives no reply on the other side.

[brandwhorestarscream]

I'm a bit sad that Arcee is already in Prime because I was thinking a bit about Hindsight and also how much I love Galvatron and Arcee being twins in IDW.

Just imagine what Megatron could have been like with an aunt like that :D

Lmfao that would be the twist of the century. Imagine that.

So like, Galvatron and Arcee likely would've been separated when they were young: their parents were in a secret, illegal relationship, as cross-caste bondings aren't allowed. When they were eventually busted, found to be more than just a master/servant or employer/employee... a lot of really ugly things happened

Their carrier (I always cast the larger of two partners as the carrier for health reasons) is dragged off to the southern side of the planet along with Galvatron, the two of them thrown to the slave market and quickly picked up by some scumbag or other. Whether or not they stay together is up for debate, but there's a chance they were purchased separately.

As for Arcee and their sire? Well 🤭 poor little Cee has to watch her dad wrestled into stasis cuffs and arrested while some mecha wearing a strange symbol picks her up and carries her away against her will. Sparkling Protective Services have seized custody of her on account of her sire being sent to jail. They'll possibly face empurata, possibly imprisonment. Cross breeding is not allowed.

Depending on how decent the sire's side of the family is, little Arcee might end up with family. Adopted by an aunt or uncle. If they're bigoted though, they'd scorn her for being half warframe and shun her from their home, refusing to take her, in which case she'd likely end up in a foster home or orphanage. I don't think she'd spend her entire childhood as a ward of the state, but a decent chunk of it.

I'm imagining she and her brother were really young when this happened. Like, developmentally betweetn 4 and 6, depending on how long their parents were able to hide their relationship. Both poor little sparklings are terrified and confused, ripped from their homes and robbed of their parents and beloved sibling, now all alone in the world. Growing up is incredibly difficult and incredibly lonely--they long to be reunited, but... they’re so little. As time goes on, their memories begin to fade no matter how tightly they try to hold onto them. Recalling their parents voices or each other's faces gets more and more difficult the older they get, and by the time they reach adulthood the traumatic memories of that horrible day have been mostly repressed. They know they were separated from their parents and know they had a twin, but they don't remember a whole lot of details. Their familial sparkbonds have long since gone dormant, and there's no way they could find each other.

Then the war happens, and they make the natural assumption that their family from before is all dead. What are the odds that they survived? Not great, right?

Then (as far as canon goes) Megatron is killed. Cybertron is revived. They can all go home. And eventually Arcee and Galvatron run into each other--and looking into one another's faces for the first time since they were bitties, it brings everything flooding back with startling clarity. The reunion is messy and awkward but they're ultimately relieved to see each other again. But Galvatron is devestated, grieving the very recent death of his beloved only son. Arcee is at first sympathetic and sparkbroken--to think, her brother had a baby! She had a nephew! Or well, she could have had a nephew. She's already lamenting the loss of memories she'll never get to make, of a sweet baby she'll never get to meet and gush to his carrier about how beautiful he is.

Then she just hears her brother murmur, "Oh, my poor, poor little Megatronus..." and her whole reality has to drastically reset XD

Switching gears then, as for Hindsight! Could you imagine? Arcee and Galvatron still being traumatically separated, and only realizing they're related after landing in the third timeline together. It's the first time they really look at each other, and realize. Galvatron is already furious and already hates her for the way she killed his baby in the last timeline, but now? Now he finds out that she's the sister he's been missing since he was so young? It's like an extra slap in the face, the ultimate, miserable betrayal, that the psycopathic sparkling slaughterer that haunted his dreams was his twin. On the other side, Arcee is already grappling with how wrong she was to do that and of course set out to fix it, but knowing that the baby she killed was her nephew and the carrier she wronged was her lost brother, it's just too much to bear

[elfmagesurana]

so because they all exist in canon they just die, i have made OCs of the other origins in my main surana playthrough

amell is already a harrowed mage, around anders age, and he is primarily a primal mage like most circle mages. hes a massive dick tho, cos hes my 'evil' playthrough character of sorts. to the point that anders fights to not mention how horrible it was to know amell cos he's such an ass. he wants to go to tevinter for the mage freedom part, but refuses to 'lose' by becoming a blood mage, and the slavery part wouldn't necessarily be a deal breaker. dies during uldreds uprising. Would have romanced morrigan and recruited loghain and sent alistair away to be a drunk :(

mahariel was my take on a dalish elf scared and distrustful of humans cos she's seen them hurt her people so much. dies from the taint, but shes surrounded by her family and friends in her final moments and gets told about what happened to her parents. Would have romanced no one, she would have did the ultimate sacrifice and died cos while she didn't like being a warden or never being able to go home, she still respected them

tabris is a devout andrastian and was looking forward to her wedding day, but that's not to last ofc. She tries despite her hardships to find the good in people, or else her suffering made her worse. she gets executed by hanging, probably either in the alienage or they dump her body there, but either way those scumbag humans are dead that hurt her and her cousin. Would have romanced leliana and killed the archdemon herself w the dark ritual cos shes afraid of death

brosca gets caught in the proving and dies in a cell next to her friend, that's canon we See the dead body (bones?) but she cared for her sister and sometimes her mom, and leske and she was so gnc. doesn't regret what she did but hopes her sister makes it and is happy. Would have romanced zevran and refused the dark ritual and sacrifice alistair

aeducan is similar to trian and everything wrong w dwarven society so bhelen never felt bad about killing his brother. would have been a deadbeat dad to that kid he has too. dies fighting a hurlock in the deep roads ofc, and wouldn't have romanced anyone cos there aren't dwarf female companions in dao and done an ultimate sacrifice death

cousland is a rich snotty noble who im torn on making a man or woman, but either way they don't respect other people especially those below them and would have been another evil run and they r devout andrastian as well, but the shitty kind unlike tabris, so they're v much a 'rich waspy christian' stereotype and they also suck, and had a one night stand w that one guy in the prologue I forgor his name. incredibly selfish. would have tried romancing zevran as a side piece and leliana as a main course so to speak. becomes king and kills alistair cos he's a theirin :( oh I guess I made him a guy lol

[angry-oil-slick11]

inbred

i was listening to this song and need to rant about it somehow so here we are :)

PLEASE DO NOT READ if the topics of inbred trigger you in any way (sexual assault, incest, violence, abuse, etc.) please stay safe, love you lots ♡

this is my first time writing something like this so idk what the hell i'm doing, this is just my personal interpretation so it might (and probably is) wrong :)

"bare naked under my nightgown/pissing on the stove to put it out"

i have literally no idea what 'pissing on the stove to put it out' means. maybe she doesn't know how to turn off the stove so she pisses on it (no idea how you think of that of all things). nightgowns to me evoke innocence for some reason??? and not wearing anything underneath reads to me as a child as well, just that simplicity that you have when you're young.

"watching him through holes in his door/sucking on the back of his leg to stay warm"

what's she watching him doing? assuming this is her brother she's watching, maybe she sees him having sex or something? or maybe she's seeing her father abusing her brother. "sucking on the back of his leg to stay warm" shows that she has no other way to stay warm, or the family is poor.

"older brother made a name for himself with the cops/scumbag fuck but i swear that he's not/he's so good to me and to nobody else/so you should watch yourself"

basically her older brother is a shitbag but he protects her from their abusive father and for that she adores him.

"mama's comatose, she can't leave the bed/something smells rotten and it's starting to spread"

her mama might be in bed for one of two reasons that i can think of: 1. she's sick, obviously, or 2. she was hurt by the father to the point of being unable to stand. when i heard this song i thought that her mama was born of an inbred relationship, which is why "something rotten" is "starting to spread" to her and her brother. this doesn't explain why she would be comatose, however, so guess 2 has weight as well.

"i'm bad, he's worse, we're already dead/we're already dead/we wake up and all the fucking lights are out"

i take "we're already dead" to mean that she's given up on the hope of ever escaping her abusive father. "i'm bad, he's worse" might be norally bad but also their physical conditions--her brother was trying to protect her by taking their father's abuse. the lights might be out because they can't afford electricity or because her father doesn't want her brother knowing what's going on (thus her brother wouldn't be able to protect her).

"you can't win 'em all/who knows how much longer i'll lay on the floor?/touch me 'til i vomit/i'm not scared of god, i'm scared he was gone all along"

this solidifies the guess that she's lost hope of ever escaping, and has also lost what little comfort god gave her. i think lying on the floor and being touched until she vomits is pretty self explanatory.

"who will take the fall? who of us is stronger?/you'll just want it more/if you could, you'd have fought it, but you know you're not/from the start, they knew you were wrong/you were wrong"

originally i thought the brother was the one assaulting her, so i thought "who will take the fall" meant "who of us is gonna take the blame if someone finds out what you've been doing to me". i thought "if you could, you'd have fought it" thing was her saying "you can't fight your nature" and her horribly misguided way of saying "it's okay what you've done to me" (which it is so not!!!!). also if the mama was born of an inbred relationship, this line would make sense--inbreeding is in their blood. however, upon thinking about it, it might mean "which one of us is gonna take the brunt of our dad's abuse? which one of us can fight it?"

"older brother made a name for himself with the feds/white trash dick, but i love him to death/he's so good to me and to nobody else/so you can fuck yourself"

this reads to me as her being defensive over her brother, either (in the situation of her brother assaulting her) her being like "yeah, everything's fine" or her saying, "fuck you, my brother's the only one who really cares about me, don't say he's a dick even though he kinda is".

"you get off on innocence so you savor this/does your baby know her daddy's a rapist?/he hates the way you look at me/you're already dead, you're already dead/if he wakes up, he'll show you what i'm talking about"

i take this to mean somebody outside of her family raped her (a man with a kid, apparently) and she makes threats on behalf of her brother even though her brother is unconscious or something, knowing that if/when he woke up, her bother would kill this man.

okay i need to go touch some grass now or something. i love this song sm but every time i hear it, it just gives me chills. if you read through all of this, thank you so much, i hope i didn't annoy you too much with my yapping :)

if you have any thoughts or want to correct me on something, i'd really love to hear it!