#but buggy is your stepdad

[firefistacesfreckles]

shanks: buggy is like family to me. actually, he's even more than that, he's–

luffy:

[beanghostprincess]

Luffy with shuggy is one of the most hilarious things to imagine.

Buggy is Luffy's stepdad whom he hates for "taking his dad away from him" when both adults are constantly reminding Luffy that they met before he had even known Shanks. Luffy hates Buggy for uh, just being Buggy, at this point. Like I get it's everything that happened back in Orange Town and Loguetown and they kind of started to get along in Impel Down, but, you know. Buggy is still Buggy and Luffy doesn't even believe he's the leader of Cross Guild. Imagine his face when Shanks tells him they used to date. Imagine his face when they tell him they're together again. What the fuck.

Anyway. I honestly think that Luffy and Buggy just need to talk things out because the whole "Buggy giving up his dream because of Shanks" would make Luffy understand him better. You'd have to point both of them and their crews with guns to make them talk like normal people, but I think Luffy would get it. It would quite honestly make him sad and a bit furious at Buggy for giving up his dream, and even a bit angry at Shanks for not following Buggy. You know when you find out about your parents' divorce? Same thing. Except that these two get back together and your parents probably won't. I am not projecting at all. At least Buggy and Shanks love each other.

You know what would be funny now that I think about it? Buggy somehow telling Luffy about all of this and Luffy being all serious about it and making it everybody's problem to bring Shanks and Buggy together again. And he manages to do so because he's a fucking god and he makes miracles happen.

[jokeringcutio]

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Most recent fills have been Arthur Harrow x ftm reader, among my more popular works are: Scream's Stu Macher (stepbrother), FNAF William Afton (also Stepdad series), Black Phone's Albert Shaw & Moon Knight's Arthur Harrow fics.

Among characters I have written for are: Stranger Things (Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Vecna/Henry Creel, Billy Hargrove), Dead Boy Detectives (Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland, Niko, Crystal, basically all), One Piece (Buggy), Crimson Peak (Thomas Sharpe, Dr. Alan McMichael), (Blue Eye Samurai) Abijah Fowler, Terrifier (Art the clown), Baldur's Gate 3 (Gale, Astarion), Joker (Arthur Fleck, Heath Ledger Joker), Scream (Stu Macher, Billy Loomis), Black Phone (Albert Shaw), Moon Knight (Arthur Harrow, Jake Lockley/Steven/Marc), House of a 1000 Corpses (Otis Driftwood, Baby), Halloween (Michael Myers), Rocky Horror Picture Show ( De. Frank-N-Further, Riff Raff, Magenta, Comubia), Tanz der Vampire/Fearless Vampire Killers (Alfred, Herbert rt von Krolock), Harry Potter (Professor Snape, Remus Lupin, Scabior Snatcher, Draco Malfoy), Enola Holmes (Enola Holmes, Sherlock Holmes (Also BBC version), Joost Klein (The music artist), Once Upon A Time (Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin), Peter Pan (Captain Hook), Game of Thrones (Arya, Jaqen H'ghar, Jon Snow), Doctor Who (Tenth Doctor, Twelfth Doctor), Blake's 7 (Roj Blake, Kerr Avon, Servalan, Soolin, Tarrant), Lord of the Rings (Aragorn, Legolas, Frodo) & The Hobbit (Fíli, Kíli, Thorin), Rings of Power (Adar), First Reformed (Ernst Toller), NCIS (Ziva David, Leroy Jethro Gibbs), Alice in Wonderland (Alice, Mad Hatter, Knave of Hearts (Ilosovic Stayne) 2010 movie version), Sweeney Todd, Romeo & Juliet (Also musical versions, mostly wirtten about Mercutio, Tybalt, Benvolio and Romeo), Star Wars (Kylo Ren, General A. Hux, Luke Skywalker), Mystic Knights of Tir Na Nog (Angus, Rowan), Xena Warrior Princess (Xena, Gabrielle), Wednesday & The Addams Family

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I'm known to write around 3000 words, even when I say it will just be a 1000 word short thing (others know I might get carried away). I won't make promises, but if you donate more, you'll get more words. I have deliberately not set a fixed amount for the tales because I am happy with every little help I can get.

What will you write and what won't you?

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Why not work a proper job to get your money?

I can't work because of Long Covid.

What am I saving for?

A new laptop (299 euros) & A table/attendance to the Spice & Steamy Bookevent in Amsterdam in Octorber 2025 (apr. 100 euros)

Girl, we haven't seen you around for ages, why now?

True! As those who have followed me for years know, I fell ill in 2020 and have been very irregular with updating. Due to Long Covid, I barely have energy and time to write as I am asleep a lot. It also means I can't work a proper job any longer. Which sucks. I'm currently a stay-at-home mom. Still sleeping a lot.

I have had surgery last August, removing my womb etc, got rid of a tumor and have been feeling a lot better since. But like I said, still limited energy thanks to the long-term drag of covid and sleeping a lot.

Any plans?

Yes! You haven't really seen me around last year because I tried to focus my energy on writing original tales to publish in 2025, since I can't work a proper job. I'd saved up money to achieve that goal (buy cover, hire editor) but then my laptop broke down and I had to use up my savings to replace it). Any more questions? Just ask! :)

[that-lazy-animator]

I got motivation so I'm going to post my whole head Cannons/Au for slendytubbies!

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slendytubbies headcanon.

Nick-Name: Snow ball (Miles and Lenny) Bunny (Ron) W.t (Everyone)

☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆Name : Guardian or Walton.

age: 46-49

birthday: March 31

Sex : N (Non-binary)

sexuality : bisexual and ace

pronouns : All/Any

friends : Ron, Lenny, Anne, Miles (Some times) Dutch, Conner, Sally And Cole.

family: Rainbow (step sister) Luke (Brother?), Tinky-Winky (adopted son), Dipsy (adopted son) Laa-Laa (adopted daughter) And Po (adopted daughter)

Love/crush: Ron (husband)

enemies: Richard. Noo-noo. And Shadow.

Hight: 6’11

species: Teletubby

Likes: Coffee, Quit, reading, and sleeping.

Dislikes: loud noises, screaming.

Status: Alive/Not-infected/married.

Awareness: 100%

physical health: 78%

Mental Health:50%⚠️

infected: 0%

Pet: None

Fact:

Has a coffee addiction.

He is the only tubby with five fingers instead of four.

His tummy screen doesn't work.

He Needs glasses.Is socially awkward. (due to him not having any interactions) and having a bit of social anxiety.

suffers from survivor's guilt and PTSD.

Cat lover.

He has an Irish accent. And heterochromia.

Has a very bad sleep schedule and sometimes doesn't sleep for multiple days.

A bit of a perfectionist.

He's very protective of the main four and does everything in its power to try to rehabilitate them.

Info:

Guardian is a very smart and intelligent tubby. Even when he was at a loss he tried to smile and bring Joyce to others. He's quieter and likes to be by himself rather than talking to other people.

additional info:

Guardian doesn't actually remember why he has to take care of the main 4 (before the infecteds happens) ; it was just the last task the scientists gave him.

He's a main leader of the IRP (infected. Rehabilitation.Program) project.

Voice Clam/Song:

☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆

Name : Miles or Sgt. Miles

Nick-Name: Sgt (Everyone ) Boss (Gary and lenny) Sgt.Mcnugget (Guardian)

age: 40-46

birthday: October 1st

Sex : M

sexuality : bisexual (In the closet)

pronouns : Him/He

friends : Conner and dutch (his best friends) Anne, and Guardian (sometimes)

family: Stacy (younger sister), Sebastian (half-brother), Drake (Older brother). Martha (mother). Mr.William (stepdad), and Dave (Dad). Jett (adopted kid) and Kyle (adopted kid)

Love/crush: Anne (Crush)

enemies: Richard (Ex-Best friend), Noo-noo. And Dave.

Hight: 10’11

species: Teletubby

Likes: alcohol, cigarettes, cats, reading.

Dislikes: Gary, infections, his dad.

Status: Alive/Not-infected/single.

awareness: 100%

physical health: 99%

Mental health: 78%

infected: 0%

Pet: buggy (a Saint Bernard) ( he's actually the military's dog but miles is the one who takes care of him)

Fact:

is a big softy but never shows it to people besides Anne.

He cares about the Guardian but never says it to his face.

I Love cats. And dogs.

Pretty good with kids. ( it's a 50/50 with him he can protect your kids and teach them good lessons but also probably teach your kids how to swear. So pick your poison)

He smokes quite often but doesn't drink as much. (he reasoning is because he “doesn't want to be like his father”) {and he does tries to quit smoking for Jett}

He is completely blind in his left eye.

He has pretty severe burn scars due to an accident.

A bit suicidal.

Anne can easily beat his ass which embarrasses him.

Mama's boy.

Very overprotective of his family especially his younger sister.

Miles is part Russian and can speak fluent Russian.

Info:

Miles can be a very nice and compassionate person but due to the mistreatment and abuse he suffered during his childhood and adulthood he feels like he can't show emotions without being deemed weak.

additional info:

Voice Clam/Song:

☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆

Name : Anne

Nick-Name: Pinky (Miles) misses (Guardian)

age: 41

birthday: December 5th

Sex : F

sexuality : Pansexual

pronouns : She/Her

friends : Sin, dutch, miles, Guardian, conner, Lenny, Gary, Zach, and luck.

family: Adam (younger brother) Jett (adopted son), Kyle (adopted son)

Love/crush: none

enemies: Rich and noo-noo.

Hight: 7’6

species: Teletubby

Likes: tea, cookies, baking and taking care of the kids.

Dislikes: yelling, miles being an asshole

Status: Alive/single/Not infected.

awareness: 100%

physical health: 99%

Mental Health: 87%

infected: 0%

Pet: None.

Fact:

Has the next highest rank in the military.

Anne is one of the strongest soldiers, even stronger than Miles.

Anne usually tries to find the good and things, trying to keep everyone else's Spirits out.

Has a bunch of burn scars all over her body due to an accident.

A very kind of polite woman

very polite to the soldiers.

will kick someone's ass if she has to.

Cat lover.

Acts like a mother figure to a lot of the soldiers and children.

She can speak fluid German.

Info:

She is a sweet, compassionate woman who is very short but very sweet. She is caring to everyone she meets no matter what.

additional info:

She was a rebellious teenager when she was a kid.

Voice Clam/Song:

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[weirdthoughtsandideas]

3. The comment section of Ludmila's fanfiction

I'm continuing with some tumblr fics. Now it's about Ludmila writing fanfiction and the other dcla characters commenting on her fics. She writes about a made up book series I have called "Isadora Starfighter"

A/N: So this was the first chapter! Hope you liked it! We'll see how many chapters I'll write. Aiming for at least 5 rn! Thanks for reading! <3

Punknotdead commented: I am interested to see where you take this...

Sapphicskaters commented: Omg it’s already so good!

Cantaresloquesoy commented: I love this little rewrite you got of this storyline already, hermana!

- LudmilaSupernova (author) replied: I don’t have a sister and if I would, I’d never let her know I have a fanfiction account. But I’m glad you liked it! <33

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A/N: I said 5 chapters, now we’re in chapter 6… and more will come! I realised there’s a lot more to do. Now, I have not read the books in years, and I can’t buy them. Not because I can’t afford it, but because I frankly do not trust my mother. She’d think it would be too childish for me to buy a children’s book series and throw it out. She melted a gift I got from my stepdad down to some earrings, so she’s capable of ANYTHING.

queenofroller commented: Please, continue with as many chapters you like! I love this story. Also, about your A/N… I can relate to having crazy mothers… I get u :,)

Punknotdead commented: How can you write these characters more gay than what they were in canon??? Lmao

corazon-en-mi-corazon commented: Wow! Your attention to detail is amazing for not having read the books for years! I can really tell you know this series well. Looking forward to read more!

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A/N: So here we are, chapter 15… life has been hectic. Mom got put in an mental institution. I guess I’m coping by writing more fics than usual. And I guess that’s why I got inspired to write some more edgy stuff. And more edgy stuff will come >:)

Sapphicskaters commented: I hope you’re ok! Although, if you post banger fics when you feel bad, then maybe continue feeling bad! Haha, just kidding. Seriously, take care.

Punknotdead commented: I’m especially interested in the scene where they met that unnamed woman at the space cruise. ”She was red haired, looked like what earthlings would call a hippie. And she had a big temperament. Pretty good singing voice, though”. Is this a reference to someone you know?

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A/N: BIG NEWS!!!! My sister gave me a very special christmas gift: EVERY ISADORA STARFIGHTER BOOK!!!! I have already started rereading them, and it has given me inspiration to write EVEN MORE. I know the plot has changed since I started this fic, but gosh it’s about to change again! I hope you look forward as much to it as I do.

Punknotdead commented: I love how you only planned 5 chapters and now it’s up to 30 lmao

Cantaresloquesoy commented: I thought you didn’t have a sister? ;P Anyway, great chapter and I look forward to more

Peligrosamente-bellas commented: Wow I really sat and read 30 chapters in one sitting. You have quite the talent for this. I’m also afraid for your mental health, but still.

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A/N: So yeah. Arguably the gayest chapter yet. I had to create some OCs so that everyone had someone to make out with at the party. No one is straight in this series… I mean, they most likely don’t know what straight is, they don’t have that same norms or even reproductive systems (Buggie and his 6 parents that all are biologically related to him is an example of this)

Punknotdead commented: The way you described the black curly haired woman that looked like she was from earth, it feels like you’re describing someone you know irl…

queenofroller commented: Last time I commented, it was 6 chapters. Now it's 50. Did I read chapter 7-50 in one sitting? Yes. Do I regret it? Yes because now I will be really sleep deprived when I wake up tomorrow, but also no because I had a great time

Sapphicskaters commented: I can SOOOO relate to the random guys who for whatever reason wants to date you and your friends try to convince you that you like him just because he likes you... ugh. You wrote it really well, I could really feel it.

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A/N: I don't know if we have lost the plot, but I'm addicted to writing more chapters.

Punknotdead commented: Haha you wrote 69 chapters. Nice.

- LudmilaSupernova (author) replied: I'm gonna block you

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A/N: Sooo... how do you feel? I'm good. I don't know how I managed to do this, but it's been VERY fun.

corazon-en-mi-corazon commented: First of all: CONGRATULATIONS ON 100 CHAPTERS! You truly are COMMITTED to this. I applaud you and admire you. Second of all: The way she confronted her mom like that? Gosh, my heart... I remember since a kid I really wanted to get revenge on her mom, and now you have healed my inner child... thank you SO MUCH.

queenofroller commented: This fic is truly for us with mommy issues getting some healing done

Punknotdead commented: I don't wanna write a teasing comment especially after all this I just read... I'm just... speechless. Can't wait for chapter 200 LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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A/N: I just reread the first chapter and WOW have we come far since then. It feels like a tv show where stuff changes drastically the further you watch. I was proud of this chapter, I hope you liked it too!

Punknotdead commented: Imagine if you put this much effort in other things in life. But you have a talent for sapphic fanfiction, so please continue!

- LudmilaSupernova (author) replied: You know, you have commented on every chapter I've made. I am sometimes wondering if you're someone I know irl... if you are, then I am so confused how you found me?? Also I can never look you in the eyes in that case.

-- Punknotdead replied: I know you have put me as an OC in here. I wanna see what OC!me is gonna do next, or when she'll show up next.

LaVidaEsUnSueno commented: Hahahaha I heard people mentioning this fic and I decided to read all 120 chapters XD In one sitting!! I don't know what time it is anymore honestly.

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A/N: I think it's soon time to end this fic. Maybe at chapter 150. I have plans, but do you have any wishes?

Punknotdead commented: Continue to 200 chapters!! Also include the red haired hippie OC more I like her

Sapphicskaters commented: This fic has been so fun to follow... I'm only glad to get some more Lololo content. She reminds me of my gf hehe <3 No wonder she was my favorite character when I read the books as a kid!

queenofroller commented: I just hope everyone with bad moms will get justice... you have not disappointed me yet, and I'm very grateful.

Cantaresloquesoy commented: When I read this chapter I can truly imagine you laughing out loud to yourself at 2 AM, thinking no one would hear you, but if someone who shares a bedroom next to yours would be awake, she'd they'd just hear a manic laughter and tapping on the keyboard.

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A/N: There we go! Final chapter! But gosh I kinda want to continue hehe... maybe I'll just start a new fic from here! Thank you so much everyone who has been with me on this journey. It's been a wild ride. Knowing myself, I might already in a few days be out with a brand new fic. But this project has truly brought me so much joy. Love you all!

Sapphicskaters commented: Truly end of an era! I can't believe I've truly been following you since the beginning of this fic's posting. I'm gonna cherish it so much going forward, perhaps even do a re-read at some point.

Peligrosamente-bellas commented: I really feel like reading this got me into your mind in a way that I'd never be able to see irl. It was truly an interesting experience!

Punknotdead commented: This was so good! I had never even heard of Isadora Starfighter before I read your fic. You are my introduction to it. Congrats!

queenofroller commented: Standing ovation to you, truly. And I don't say that to people often.

chicofresa commented: I THOUGHT IT WAS 150 WORDS. NOT 150 CHAPTERS. I'VE NOW WASTED 8 HOURS OF MY LIFE READING ALL OF THIS. AND IT'S NOT EVEN ACCURATE TO THE BOOKS? WHY IS EVERYONE GAY? NO ONE WAS IN THE BOOK SERIES. WHY DON'T YOU WRITE ABOUT THE ACTUAL COUPLES THAT GET TOGETHER? I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY IT'S SO DIFFERENT TO THE BOOKS!! AND WHY DID YOU WRITE 150 CHAPTERS ABOUT THIS?!

- LudmilaSupernova (author) replied: Welcome to fanfiction young fella.

[fictionkinfessions]

(cw: pining for buggy the clown from a sir crocodile, any buggys that don’t want to hear this please scroll by)

if i ever see that fucking annoying ass clown again i’m going to suck his face straight off like i used my own devil fruit on myself and he’s a glass of water. i miss you so much you useless clown. tomato nose ass bitch. i’m gonna steal your hand and keep it in my pocket so i can hold it all day. you’re so silly. no one understood my plight with my son like you did. i’m gonna steal your foot just to piss you off because you were never as cute as when you were infuriated. your stupid red face and your pretty boy stubble and your perfect eyes. you were so funny. i miss being a part of a bad throuple with you. if you come back i’ll braid your hair and i won’t even “accidentally” scrape your neck with my hook when you complain about how i do it. i’m not going to say the three words because i can’t even imagine how ugly what you wore to the wedding would be. what if a yonko was another yonko’s stepdad. i miss you and your beer and your needy drooling stinky cuddles and how short you were. red nose. i’m feeding you to the bananawani - #🐊⌛️⚜️

x

[lycanfuck]

words like violence cw implied rape/cocsa, incest, sibling abuse, homophobia, f-slur

it took almost three days for luka's voice to return all the way back to normal. he was worried it never would. he didn't know it was possible to bruise your throat from getting face-fucked, but he guessed if anyone was going to surprise him with shit like this, it was zach.

it was easy enough to explain away, as there was some bug going around school. teo never really thought twice about it even though luka exhibited no other symptoms aside from his strained vocal chords. every time he said anything around zach for those three days, he'd look up at him and smirked and luka felt like throwing up.

the only ones who had seemed to notice anything off about him were, of course, a few of his friends. specifically anne and bri. girls just had that kind of black magic, he supposed. neither of them had said a word but he would catch anne watching him every so often, like she knew something was going on, and while she obviously didn't know what it was exactly, it was clear she didn't like it and luka found himself feeling more uneasy around her than he had in a long time.

teo poured himself an extra glass of wine with dinner friday evening, the world news playing in the corner on the small television that was set on the kitchen counter.

"and in other news tonight, the controversial rape trial featuring a high school girl who'd been drinking the night she claimed to have been raped by two of her school's football team, has recanted part of her testimony."

his stepdad made a disgusted sound and luka pushed his food around on his place with his fork.

"she's already ruined their reputations and now she's taking it back? it's no wonder you can't trust someone when they say they've been raped. us men really have to watch our backs. piss off the wrong bitch and you end up getting accused of rape."

luka could feel zach's eyes on him but he didn't look up. he held his breath, though, waiting to hear his brother's response.

"such a shame, but you reap what you sow."

"this is a depressing topic for dinner," teo wrinkled his nose and scooped more green beans onto his plate.

luka's heart sank to his stomach, but he tried to reason with himself. after all, he had no way of knowing that his son's cum was currently drying between luka's thighs. *** saturday at least gave him a chance to escape his house and zach, and he took off early in the morning with his skateboard, riding down the street, wind whipping through his hair, riding all the way to anne's without pausing the entire way there. he slowed to a stop in front of their house, though, lifting a hand to wave at her grandma, who was sitting on the porch.

della waved back as luka picked up his board and headed up to the sidewalk. "she's still in bed," she told him with an eye roll. "that's okay," he replied with a shrug, moving to sit down beside her on the porch steps. "why are you up so early?"

"saturday morning cartoons," she said with a 'well, duh' expression. "but right now it's pink panther and i don't care for that. i'm here for speed buggy." "that's a good one," he agreed, tucking some hair behind his ear. della looked at him for a moment, studying him like she was trying to figure something out. "you can watch it with me if you want." the offer caught him a bit off-guard, but a tiny smile tugged at his mouth. "yeah? okay. i'd like that."

"we gotta be quiet 'cause we don't wanna wake the beast."

luka considered that, watching anne's grandma from the corner of his eye. "have you had breakfast yet?"

"no, i wanted to treat anne and you to some pancakes today, but... well, you know," with a wince of pain, she gently massaged her knuckles, her fingers moving in slow, soothing circles over the swollen joints.

after a moment, "i think i know how to make pancakes," luka said. her eyes lit up, but she didn't say anything more, so he continued, "what do you say?" "i say heck yeah." pulling a face with her movements, della carefully pushed herself up from the floor, luka offering an arm which she used as steady support. luka left his board on the porch and followed the older woman into the house, then into the kitchen. he'd been here plenty of times in the last year - sometimes it felt a little surreal to eat a meal with them because they were so normal. they didn't call each other names unless it was in a playful manner or throw things at one another and they held actual conversations. every time luka was there, he'd get so caught up in what was going on around him, he'd almost forget about his own shitty life. anne was incredibly lucky. luka had spent so much time there in the last few months in fact, that he knew his way around the kitchen like he actually lived there. in no time at all, he'd gathered all the ingredients needed for homemade pancakes. he'd never done this at home since his mom died because, even with what little dignity, status and respect he had in that house, he wasn't about to cook for teo, and most certainly not for zach.

but he had no issues cooking for anne's family. they'd been welcoming and good to him right from the beginning. he'd been sure back then that they wouldn't like him - that they would meet him and decide he was trouble, but that hadn't happened. instead they'd opened their home to him anytime he showed up on their doorstep, whether or not it was a planned visit.

nobody could do that at his house, with his family. an unexpected visitor would cause trouble for themselves and for whoever they had come to see. aside from ronnie one time early on, none of his friends had ever been to his house, and he'd made sure they understood that it had to stay that way. his family wasn't like any of their families. "where'd you learn to make pancakes? your mama?" della asked, bringing luka out of his thoughts as he went through the motions of preparing breakfast with the older woman at his side. "yeah," he confirmed with a faint smile. "she'd always make them with my stepdad." "your stepdad cooks?" her eyes went wide and a short laugh escaped luka before he could help it. "yeah, he cooks. he's a really good cook, actually." "freddy grills sometimes, but i don't think he even knows how to turn on the stove." *** twenty minutes later, he was setting up a plate of pancakes and bacon on the table for della when he glanced up to see anne frozen in the kitchen entrance, looking somewhere between surprised and confused, whilst ghost was more than happy to rush to him in a frenzied greeting; luka could have sworn he saw him with all paws off the ground at one point. "morning," he greeted, a hint of caution on his voice. "mhm," she responded, looking from him to the pancakes and blinking. "you fixed breakfast?" "yeah, we did," he motioned to the plate stacked with pancakes on the counter and the dish beside it full of hot bacon. "you stole my job..." she placed her hands on her neat rows of tight braids that ran along her scalp in mock-anguish.

"you're supposed to say thank you," della said matter-of-factly before sticking a forkful of pancake in her mouth.

anne shot her a look and her grandma smirked at him as she chewed her food. anne's gaze shifted back to luka. "this is amazing," she told him with a grin. "you're amazing." his cheeks grew warm at the compliment but he rolled his eyes. "fill your plate."

she stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug and luka closed his eyes, exhaling slowly and winding his arms around her, too. he held onto her tightly, not wanting to let go. he felt safe. alive.

"you okay?" she murmured after a moment, though she made no move to let him go. luka's throat ached. he swallowed it down. "yeah. stellar." *** luka managed to avoid zach part of the weekend by staying out of their house for the bigger part of it. his mom had always encouraged luka to spend time with his friends, because she was excited that luka had friends, even if she never got to meet any of them. luka spent most of saturday at anne's home with her and her grandparents and stayed there long past dinner time, playing board games with them, and later video games with anne in her room, their legs pressed together as they sat side by side playing frogger. sunday he was up and out of the house just as early as he'd been the day before, but this time he'd headed for the mccatty's. bri was an early riser even if luka wasn't usually, and she'd been more than a tad surprised to see him on the porch with his backpack in hand, a wad of cash in the other. they'd sat together in companionable silence for nearly two hours as she happily completed his homework for the week before her mother had rolled out of bed, looking as surprised to see him as bri had been.

she'd immediately set about fixing omelettes for everyone and wound up scrapping them into the garbage when they'd ended up burning. disappointed, she had suggested a trip to waffle house, which bri eagerly agreed to. luka knew they didn't go out to eat very often due to the tight budget and he felt guilty tagging along with no leftover money of his own to pay for a meal. by the time they actually made it to the waffle house, he wished he'd refused because zach and a couple of his friends - scotty and darren - were sitting together in a booth a couple tables away from the waitress seated them.

"maybe we should go somewhere else," bri murmured, eyes cutting to where zach sat, arm around the back of the booth as she stared at them while her mom went to the bathroom.

luka was tense, heart beating a little faster in his chest as he refused to look over at him. he had to swallow before speaking, mouth having gone dry. "no, it's fine, he won't bother us," that much he felt sure of. as far as luka's friends knew, zach was still on his best behavior under the threat of a nail bat to his nuts, curtesy of cody. luka didn't want them to think anything was out of the ordinary. he couldn't let them think it. if they started to suspect something wasn't right, he'd be in danger.

"you sure? i'm not crazy about waffle house, anyways."

luka could hear the unease in her voice and he reached out, squeezing her arm lightly. "it's fine, bri." it wasn't fine. he knew it wasn't going to be fine later when he was forced to be at home with zach again the next time. nothing was going to be fine. but it was okay. luka had always been good at playing pretend. *** by the time sunday evening rolled around, he reluctantly returned home, heart sinking as he realized his stepdad's car wasn't in the driveway.

he put his board back down on the sidewalk, deciding he'd just ride back toward town, see if she could hang out with jamie for a while or something just until teo got back from wherever he'd gone.

except zach now stood in the opened door, glaring at him. he said nothing as luka stood frozen, staring back at him and trying to decide on what to do. finally, he lifted his chin ever-so-slightly and got back on his board, skating away from the house and down the road without looking back. *** when luka returned home again that night, zach was asleep, thankfully. he was safe for the night.

morning came all too quickly, though, and he struggled to sleep, waking up at every slight rustle of zach's bed covers as he turned, a creak as he tossed, the sound of his breathing kicking on and off periodically. by the time he got up and got ready for school, luka felt like he hadn't slept at all. he managed to drag himself to the table for a bowl of cereal even though he wasn't hungry and his dread was quickly growing. all-too soon it was time to force himself to get into the passenger side of teo's camaro, every muscle in his body tense as he clutched onto the skateboard with one hand and his backpack with the other. he didn't turn his head to look at zach as he slid into the seat adjacent.

to luka's surprise, he didn't say anything to him until they were alost to school. then he broke the blessed silence. "how was your weekend, luka?" his voice was way too casual and alarm bells began to go off in luka's mind.

he still didn't look at zach. "like you care," he muttered.

"see, that's where you're wrong - i care very much what kind of trouble my brother gets into."

"step-brother," he corrected, jaw tightening slightly.

he went on, completely ignoring him. "whatever trouble your stupid ass gets wrapped up in is my problem." "i didn't get into any trouble," luka snapped, unable to stop himself. it was a mistake, as without warning, zach reached out and grabbed him by his hair, yanking it hard and pulling it toward him as a soft, pained cry escaped him. "watch your fuckin' mouth," he growled, grip tightening. tears sprang to luka's eyes and it was all he could do not to lash out, not to try and punch him or struggle because he knew him well enough to know that wouldn't end well for him. it never did. luka bit down hard on his lip, leaning into the grip in an attempt to loosen his hold on him.

teo's eyes barely deviated from the road as he gave an unenthusiastic, "that's enough, zach."

"shit's gonna change, luka," he shoved luka away from him with as much force as he'd gripped onto him and he winced as his arm banged up against the car door. "a whole lot of shit. you better prepare yourself for that." luka struggled to hold back tears because fuck him. he didn't like crying and he didn't want to do it anymore because of him. didn't want him to have that power over him, that satisfaction. luka could already feel himself slipping away from his own body, mind foggy, and he let it be. at least zach couldn't see that happen. "you got any idea what people say about you at school?" he glanced at his dad in the driver's seat before shooting luka a look. "that you're probably a goddamned faggot." the words stung even though they logically shouldn't. it wasn't the first time someone had said something like that about him. hell, that had been a rumor in jersey. he never bothered to confirm or deny it because he didn't care, but that invited people to mock him for it.

"i wonder it myself sometimes," he looked over at him again, thinly-veiled deceit in his eyes. "you prefer dick, luka? you can tell me. it's important we know, right, dad?"

"go to hell," luka responded evenly, grip tightening on his backpack.

"god is patient and merciful," teo immediately spat out, like he was waiting for luka to say something he could scold in favor of zach. "do not wish that on your family, luka." zach huffed a soft laugh. "i don't blame him," he reached over and squeezed his knee and luka shrank away from him the best that he could, pressing himself up against the door, briefly contemplating reaching for the handle and jumping out. his heart began to beat faster in his chest as he spotted teo's eyes on him in the rear-view mirror. "he's just scared he might end up there. thing is, doesn't matter how much you like dick. you're not gonna fuck up my life more than you already have. it's not fair that your sins have started being projected onto me, when i've been nothing but supportive of your repentance. so you're gonna stop dressing like a fuckin' queer and start acting like a normal guy because i'm tired of hearing people run their mouth about my stepbrother."

he tightened his grip on luka's knee. "clear?"

luka felt his throat tighten at the threat as they pulled into the parking lot of their school. "yeah."

"good." luka scrambled out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him, making a break for school but not before zach had circled around faster than he thought was possible for a person; he placed a hand on luka's shoulder as he passed. "and don't make plans after school today, i've already made some for us," his voice was all-too casual as teo peeled out of the lot. luka wish he'd jumped out of the car when he'd had the chance.

[ahhscheisse]

had a video chat interview-ish thing today. he asked, “what’s the weirdest thing you’ve had in your fridge?” i said, “meal worms.” “what, why?” he asked. with the flattest tone, i replied, “i have parrots,” completely forgetting that many people don’t know some parrots enjoy a little buggy snack sometimes.

he asked, “what’s a smell that makes you feel immediately happy?” i told him, “the mixture of cigarette and marijuana smoke.” he said, “hmmm, okay. uhm… why?” i clarified, “reminds of me going to rock concerts.”

and then i talked to one of my doctors who kind of casually mentioned that my blood work showed my liver is a little out of whack and also that my white blood cells are uhm. high. which sounds not good but i’m not doctor. he told me he’ll run labs again in three months.

finally, i had a phone appointment with someone who kept calling my mothers husband my dad. she finally asked if he was my biological father, i said, “no, he’s not.” she said, “oh, stepdad. well, he’s still your dad.” my skin crawled but i couldn’t say shit because he was on the line, listening, on the stairs and staring at me with unblinking eyes, and my mom was sitting next to me. had i said, “oh, he’s more of a roommate, if anything,” well, would i be here writing this? hmmm.

[nicktourslakemi-blog]

Day 16: Port Hope, Mi - to - Sebewaing, Mi - 56 miles

It's our 2nd to last day of riding around Lake Huron. We've ridden 972 miles in 16 days. I'll ride just under an estimated 50 miles tomorrow. Marc will ride about the same distance but his final destination will be where we originally started this trip in Saginaw, Mi at his home. My final destination will be Freeland, Mi where my Mom and Stepdad Dom live. It's been an amazing trip and I'm sad to bring it to an end. I'm actually bookending the trip with weddings. My very good friends (Jaime and Audrey) were married in Chicago the day before I left on an Amtrak to Michigan. The deadline to end this Huron ride is my other very good friends wedding (Tom and Ana) nearby here in Michigan. So if I wanted to do another loop around Huron I'd have to edit my RSVP a little bit too late in the game to be respectful. Today was an easy day, navigationally. We rode M25 almost exclusively. Because this road only connects the mostly-unpopulated shoreline towns around the thumb we counted an eerily low number of cars. All these port towns seem to be past their respective heydays. Most all were bustling timber port-towns about 150 years ago. Now the bulk of them only posses the plaques and historical markers to remind us of those yesteryears. A few towns were clearly able to pivot into the tourism and summer cottage economy. And both Marc and I look forward to boosting these economies again someday! The beaches of Huron have been alluring and ideal all around the lake and those here in the thumb are no exception. Maybe one exception... That Kenny Roger's song "The Gambler" comes to mind when I think about our campground tonight. We rode by magnificent beachfront all day but our campground destination in Sebewaing doesn't fit in the same category I'm sad to say. It's not all bad though! We're camped in the "rustic" camping area (which usually means you have to park your car just a little further away; typically still in sight) but there isn't anyone else out here! We're on an island (or isle) with a small land-bridge for access. An island would imply water? There's water, we assume. It's under a layer of green algae so viscous that if you throw a stick into it .... it doesn't sink, it rests atop motionless. I asked Marc what amount of money he'd require to fully submerge himself in the "swamp". He said "$200". Side-note :::: I forgot to mention something I saw yesterday that piqued my interest. Look, I don't know much about Amish culture but what I saw yesterday on the side of the road seemed to conflict with any preconceived notions I did have about their chosen lifestyle. I heard a chainsaw buzzing so I looked in the direction my senses were indicating. What I saw first was two horses tied to a buggy. Next to them was an Amish fellow donning the quintessential Amish outfit: long pants, shirt, suspenders, straw hat. But oddly this guy was chainsawing a downed tree... Are they evolving or was that guy cheating? Reminds me of one of my favorite Seinfeld bits about Chinese people: "they're really hanging in there with those chopsticks..... oh they've seen the fork!"

[theoddcatlady]

Who Lives Under Briar Elementary and High School?

Briar Elementary and High is a small school of just under three hundred students, from first grade all the way to senior year. It’s spaced between two buildings and has been running since the early 1900’s, although it was just a high school academy back then.

And apparently there’s a monster in there now.

It’s just little things that leads people to believe there’s something supernatural lurking in the halls. The things that would go missing, only to turn up later caked in muddy finger prints. The food theft, mostly lunchboxes, but sometimes whole pizzas would just vanish into thin air. Hearing something crawling under the floor. And the hissing you can sometimes hear while in the girl’s bathroom in the highschool. If you go in there alone, sometimes you’ll make out whispers.

There’s three rumors about what it really is. I’ll go over each one.

One. There’s a creep who lives in one of the nearby caves and invades the school to get jerk off worthy memories and supplies. In the area where Briar Schools is there are a lot of caves and tunnels that go underground. Kids have wandered in there and never come out. One of them’s beneath the school actually but I’ll get back to that in a minute.

Now, supposedly, there’s a man by the name of Dale Horton who lives in these caves. Dale was a pedophile who preyed on little girls, inviting them to his house to model for him before he’d rape them and slash their throats, draining their blood so he could drink it later. He even shaved their heads, he liked how their hair felt. Dale was caught and sentenced to life in prison, but on his way to permanent lock up he broke free and hid in the cave system. They never caught him.

However, I’m gonna have to break your hearts on this one. There is no ‘Dale Horton’. Dale Horton never existed. Seriously, I looked it up. No serial murder pedo either. The closest I can find to this sorta crime is a serial rapist that attacked three teenage girls before being caught. He was a fellow student by the name of Kyle. I think he managed to shake the charges off though, I never found evidence of an official case being brought against him. Eh, that’s life when you’re a white guy with a sports scholarship.

Two. It’s the ghost of a teacher killed by a spurned lover.

This legend’s literally as old as the school. There was this woman, Miss Agnes Cherry, who taught the freshmen music. Beloved by all. Always pleasant to have around. And of course, had many admirers among the staff and students. One student in particular was downright obsessed with Miss Cherry. So much in fact, he got her alone and begged her to run away with him so they could get married.

Agnes told him to go away and that his actions were inappropriate. In response he took out a knife and slashed her throat, dragged her out of the school into the mud before he killed himself. That’s why everything’s covered in mud when she touches it. People have even seen Agnes’ ghost, a pale woman covered in mud and always sounding like she’s gasping for air.

Okay. Agnes was actually real. So was her admirer. Her throat was slashed too. But she didn’t die. Nope! She actually survived the attack and went on to marry the principal. Her daughter teaches at the school, Ms. Patton. She’s in charge of the Creative Writing class, I’m ninety percent sure she made up the rumor that Agnes died just to get a kick out of the students’ stories.

There’s one more. The one that has the least amount of detail. It’s another ghost story, about a girl who used to go to this school. Feeling like she was ugly and had no one to love her, she broke a mirror and cut her throat in the girl’s bathroom, effectively ending her life. This one doesn’t explain the mud though, and doesn’t even try to say who she was as it’s clear bullshit. There’s never been a suicide on grounds.

But I knew her name. And I knew what really happened.

Samantha Bishop. That was her name. She was a sophomore. Her favorite color was teal. She liked pearl earrings. Her favorite food was lasagna. She loved Garfield, even had pajamas with his face on it. Avril Lavigne was her hero. She was saving her money to one day go to one of her concerts.

But she also was socially awkward and suffered from a lack of self-esteem due to her glasses prescription giving her the appearance of having enormous, buggy eyes.

This just made her a target for people who didn’t bother to look past the book’s cover. One girl, in particular, and her friends. Audra Hart, Candice Whitfield, and Cindy Sweet. Audra was the ringleader. She used her nail polish to write nasty messages on Samantha’s locker. Knocked her things from her hands. Would constantly talk shit about her, right while she was in the room. One time when she was on her period, Samantha bled through during class and when Audra saw the red stain on the back of Samantha’s pants she screamed out loud about how ‘filthy’ Samantha was.

Filthy Sam. By the end of the day, everyone was calling her Filthy Sam.

The tormenting just got worse. Her mother tried to stop it, oh she did. But Audra’s father was a major figure on the school board and donated yearly to the sports program. So Audra got away with every damn thing.

But of course came the day things got taken too far.

Typically just before lunch time, Samantha would go into the bathroom to just get away from the bullies from a few moments. And typically, said bullies would be too focused on getting something to eat rather than chasing down ‘Filthy Sam’.

But this time Audra had to go to the bathroom. And when she saw Samantha, she couldn’t resist the chance to pick on her again.

It started off simple. The name calling, ‘Filthy Sam’, ‘Bug Eyes’, ‘Alien’, ‘Freak’. When Samantha ignored her, likely advice from the staff, Audra started to get meaner. Made cuts about her mom being a slut, her ‘retarded’ little sister.

‘So stupid she can’t even make it into kindergarten, huh?’

That was too far. Samantha loved her family. Her hard working mom who’d divorced and remarried. Her little sister who schooled from home due to Asperger’s. It was too much.

So Samantha turned around and slapped Audra across the face. A much overdue slap, if you ask me.

But Audra reacted back, much harsher. She grabbed Samantha by the hair and slammed her face into the mirror, shattering it with the force. Samantha dropped from the floor and stopped breathing.

The girls, panicked that they may have accidentally murdered their ‘prey’, remembered that in this particular bathroom there was a crawlspace in the floor where they kept the cleaning supplies. They opened it up and with a heave ho shoved Samantha’s lifeless body into the crawlspace. They slammed it shut, cleaned the blood off the mirror, and went about their day like nothing ever happened. Cindy ever so kindly reported to the teachers that the mirror was broken. They plotted to return after school and somehow smuggle Samantha’s body out in an instrument case before dumping the body wherever they could.

See, now we’re getting to the part about the caves, and the fact one of those tunnels happens to be right beneath the school. When the girls returned and opened up the crawlspace, they found a hole that plummeted straight down to a bottomless pit. Perhaps throwing Samantha in there so roughly had broken the floor. Maybe it just couldn’t support the weight of a teenage girl. Either way, Samantha was gone.

Assuming she was dead, the girls made a pact that they’d never tell anyone, boyfriends, husbands, teachers, or parents, that they’d killed Samantha.

Life went on. Samantha made the news when she turned out to be gone. Audra was questioned but let go, they had no proof she had anything to do with Samantha’s disappearance. Soon her locker was emptied out. Her desk remained empty. Audra and her friends graduated. Went to college. Got jobs with the influence of their families’. Married rich. And no one knows about their dirty little secret of murder.

Samantha’s mother because depressed but kept it together for the youngest child of hers, another daughter by the name Patricia. Patty for short. Patty grew up with all the love of her mother and stepdad. She found her love in poetry and writing, creating scripts for comics by the time she was twelve.

And she ended up going to Briar Elementary her sixth grade year. Despite her social difficulties at first, Patty found a group she could blossom with. Bullies were laughed at in their faces, Patty never really understood their insults anyway. Where Samantha lacked self-esteem, Patty almost had more than her fair share. She found herself to be different from others, sometimes in ways that confused or angered them, but she was still worthy of respect. Her skills in writing blew away her teachers, and she was moved up several classes in order to keep her challenged. She won contests. She was the president of the writing club by her eighth grade year.

I’ve always found communication tricky, by the way. It’s so much easier to just write the words out. Sometimes I’ve had to have accommodations made for me, given my sensitivity to sound and difficulty eating in front of others, but rather than bother them each time I ate in the bathroom. And it was that bathroom where I found my sister again.

I heard the rasping breaths below the floor, and although I’d heard rumors of ghosts and pedophiles, I didn’t believe in them. And rather than run away, I opened up the crawlspace.

She dropped away so fast I could barely make her out, but I caught a flash of her pearl earrings.

That night, I went to the school. More accurately, under the school.

It was tricky, finding the right cave, but I took my time. Mapped myself through it. And soon I was under the school.

And I found where Samantha Bishop had been all these years.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say she’s become primal, but after receiving the head injuries and being completely isolated for so long, I think it’s safe to say she’s lost her mind. She’s several pounds underweight from a strict diet of rats, toads, and rainwater, has torn out most of her hair, and is now completely blind from living in near total darkness. She knows it’s me though. She knows my voice, my scent. She knows I’m her sister.

I haven’t attempted to force her out from her squalor, I can barely get near her without her darting away, deeper into the caves. She had moments of clarity where she’s told me what happened, but most of her vocalizations are hums and clicks of her tongue, similar to the croaking of the toads. I have helped her though. Brought her blankets, clothes- her uniform was nothing more than rags at this point. Brought her lasagna and other healthier food in attempts to give her more strength.

I don’t know what to do though anymore. Should I tell the police, and force her from this nightmare she’s been living in into a whole new one? Make her reenter a society that tried to kill her?

Besides, I can’t explain away the fact that Cindy and Candice were found dead in their homes, their ribs gnawed on, innards ripped out, and their throats cut with the glass shards of mirrors.

And I almost wish Audra hadn’t moved out of town.  

It’s going to be hard to hide Samantha so long in the backseat of my car.

[tumblunni]

Bunni plays Always Remember Me! Weirdly enough, I always did...

Lol this is a pretty darn old kinda basic indie dating sim I used to play when I was a kid. The writing is real shoddy, there’s like two sentences to every 20 points of statraising, everything’s buggy, there’s no worldbuilding, nobody has a consistant perosnality, they wasted a sweet grandma... Well, basically its a guilty pleasure that I don’t know why I liked it. Except that back at the time there was really nothing like this, this was back when dating sims were barely ever translated. I guess i recall this more fondly than the other shoddy super basic things from the same company, cos at least this one didnt have a bunch of problematic nonsense in it. *glares at Loren The Amazon Princess*

Also its kinda like.. so bad its good? And so bad that I kinda genuinely did feel super excited to hear it got a sequel??? So yeah i wanna do a nostalgic replay in celebration of that! But the writing s REALLY bad so I think i’ll probably be summing it up instead of a comprehensive set of screenshots. Hopefully all these years mean that the sequel might be more.. robust? like its not BAD bad but its really barebones and gives you little perspective on what any of the boyfriends’s personalities even are..

ANYWAY THE PREMISE you got in a car accident somehow you were perfectly fine but your boyfriend has Plot Amnesia and also somehow they’re not allowing you to see him in the hospital and also through a contrived series of circumstances his evil ex girlfriend is faking that she’s his current girlfriend and you’re not...or.. something?? anyway build some stats over two months to either help restore his memory or move on incredibly quickly and date some other dudes also your stepdad is a jerk and you have a cat the best cat

look that cat seriously of all the things i remember in this game i really remember the cat what a weird awkwardly drawn yet somehow loveable scruffmuffin

o yeah and the game kinda has a problem with certain stuff clearly being drawn by different artists and pasted together, lol its mostly not very noticeable tho, its just like sometimes the brown haired and blonde haired boyfriends switch colours and also cats look like sweet sock puppets made of love and purity

also i am sad you can’t date the nurse npc

why did they even draw u a character portrait, unnamed lady who does not really exist srsly all she does in the whole game is say ‘hospital’s not open’ when the hospital’s not open. and like.. stand in the background so it doesnt look like this place only has one doctor. i shall choose to believe she was off living her own gay dating sim offscreen