#but know that ill never forget any of you

[avelera]

I was wondering what you think Jayce meant when he said Viktor disappears sometimes?

Since you don't think Viktor would have disappeared to hide his illness (and I agree that he probably couldn't have considering how obvious it is), what would that line refer to?

During that scene, Viktor disappeared because he went to see Singed (though he did tell Jayce he knew someone who might help, so Jayce might just be forgetful), and I don't think that's something Viktor's done before. So then what would he have been doing beforehand? He might have gone to sit and think at his little steel oasis spot, but Jayce knew of that place. Or is Jayce so codependent that when Viktor goes out on any errand, he clocks it as Viktor disappearing?

I never said I think Viktor wouldn't hide his illness. I said I think Viktor hid the severity of his illness.

I think it would be impossible for Viktor to hide that he coughs up blood. The evolution from a cane to needing a leg brace and crutch would also be impossible to hide from Jayce.

However, I do think Viktor hid the fact he's dying and that he knows he's dying. He's resigned when he asks how much time he has left while Jayce looks like he's in a state of shock.

Personally, I think Viktor goes missing either for doctor's visits or for high pain days when he can no longer hide his rapid deterioration. Some of his absences could be to the undercity, in theory, but I don't think they're to see Singed because I believe the first time he's ever returned to Singed since childhood was when he said, "I understand now." Singed also doesn't sound like he's seen Viktor in that time, what with his, "I know the look of a doomed man." To me that reads that Singed hasn't seen the intervening years of Viktor's illness, and now sees him as a man of course rather than a child, but that is open to interpretation.

[mawlbone]

MARKED MINES - NIKTO

SNIPPET: The lingering sensation of pain is more than enough proof that you’re human enough to still feel the sharp sting of pain when you feel there’s no one there to hold you in all your numbness.

[CW: gender neutral reader, dom reader, mean reader, kidnapper reader, manipulative reader, insecure nikto, soft sex, dehumanization, stockholm syndrome, dubcon, unhealthy codependent relationship, mention of sh scars and brief vivid description of previous sexual assault and torture (not from nikto and reader), vomit, water boarding, knifeplay, masochist nikto, mild bloodplay, self depreciating thoughts, scarring, degradation, marking, touch-starved nikto, forced proximity, hand-holding, dry-humping, and lots of cuddling and a Kreuger appearance.]

[COMMENT: If you are sensitive to the topics listed above, I recommend you to read my other fics because yes, the warnings are heavy in this one. What is a happy ending is subjective to the reader’s opinion.]

Time touches all that is living. It’s the simplest fact that all men know.

It’s ever so present with the way the young burst into towering adults, the way they mature with fine lines growing onto one’s face, and the greying hair that sparkle onto one’s head once they turn back into little old creatures. But for all what time can touch, it cannot heal all wounds as much as the people like to preach it from their mighty ground that everything will eventually be alright.

Does it truly?

For what the brain cannot remember, the body pays in tenfold.

So it’ll desire a release. A means to end an illness all stuck in your head as a desperate measure to prove it’s all real and still there. Why else would one’s body constantly clutch over in pain trying to piece the fragments of an once clear image? All that stress, all that anger, and all those tears makes a terrible sight for everyone. It’s shameful. It’s not like one can control these emotions, much to the disappointment of the world.

Time comes and goes, and it’ll forever leaves everyone behind in its mess. For time does not heal all wounds. All it does is make you forget in the obscurity of itself.

Maybe that’s why Nikto is so desperate to be around people. People are permanent. People are alive. But why does he always feel so lonely in the company of others, even when he tries to escape it by fleeing to the emptiness of other rooms. Maybe it’s himself that he cannot stand to be around, he thinks as he collapses into the bushes, hissing as he clutched his stomach feeling the bullet inside his flesh. A failed mission, he was left behind. His fault for not paying attention.

It’s fine.

He’ll just make his way back again once he recover, he thinks, just barely dragging his body, following the lights in the woods to a little house hidden amongst the grasping branches of the forests.

Hopefully a good samaritan is nice enough to house him for a little while.

—

You always wanted a pet.

For all your assortment of critters you had over the years, despite all the love and care you can put into ensuring they get the best meals and enrichment. All of them had inevitably die to the hands of the clock and left in heartache.

Your family suggested that you find something else to accompany you instead, tired of you griefing over every animal you ever had. Young and old, big or small, fur or scales.

Animals are not meant for a human lifespan, no matter how long humans tried to domesticate them. So people were naturally your next choice, but a lifelong companion never last long anyways as much as you like to try again and again. Many failed dates, whether through online dating apps or setups from your friends all ultimately failed. None of them were half as loving or loyal as any ol’ hound you had before.

Hell, if anything they were worse.

So when a thump was heard at your door, you can only hold in a squeal seeing a collapsed man at your door. All big and brawny, a perfect pet. How perfect, you thought as you pulled your back to drag the man inside your home and down into your basement.

You don’t receive much visitors nowadays, simply hunting and fishing around the area to occupy yourself. Isolating yourself to the ends of the woods was what you prefer to the bustle of the city life. So nobody should mind if you keep another pet, right?

You got a big enough kennel for him down there, he’ll be all healthy again once you get that bullet sorted out.

—

Like all strays, Maybe you should had expected your new dog to be so reactive once he woke up bounded to your bed, cussing and all as he tugged against the chains holding his ankles back from grasping the bars of his cage. It was fairly spacious, if anything, more than what you’ll usually give, but the whole basement was designed to keep some guy’s exotic pet collection once before, so you suppose this dog of yours still perfectly suits the room’s purpose.

But damn was he a bitch to handle, biting your fingers every time you tried to feed him, barking at you whenever you tried to bond with him and even threating to kill you, calling you disgusting and pervert for keeping him down here. Seething anytime you come down to check on him and saying his men will come find him and torture you for what you done to him.

How mean.

That didn’t stop him from crying though when you held him down to clean him up, too weak to fight back from constantly spitting out your food as he shivered at the cold water wiping away the mess. There’s no bathroom in the basement after all, only a bucket to relieve himself in.

As much as, what your dog, Nikto, which he liked to calls himself, likes to bark at you. You learned he was terribly easy to break, absolutely despising being alone as you watched him from your cameras down below.

The constant whines, the pleading, the lack of time down there made it all too easy within the darkness of the room. You’ll watch him hold himself tight as his arm cling tight around his head or chest to protect himself crying and screaming, demanding you to come down. If you’re lucky enough, you’ll find him whimpering quietly trying to relieve himself to ease his stress.

At first, he’ll turn his back to the camera trying to get off as he whines into the room unable to get his fix. But no longer he cares anymore once you dropped several of your old pillows and blankets to comfort him and watching him snuggle against them, a pillow settled underneath his hips to rut against as he presses into nose to your things.

What a freak, you thought as he watched him sigh and mewl so prettily, even taking a hand back to thrust back into his own fingers. Biting into the blankets to muffle his screams when he finally got his release.

But you’re impatient. You want a companion still.

His reactions were fun for you to bully him with every time you came down to tease him. You made it a routine to drop many of his meals off and leaving for multiple days on end to fuck with his concept of time. Seconds turn into hours, and days turn into months as you lied about what day is it everytime you come down. But eventually it got tiring, you gotbored with the same response over and over again anytime you try to be nice to Nikto.

Perhaps it’s true that you’re not fated for a lifelong companion, maybe this dog is not meant to be yours. So you gave up on him.

Your final test was when you left the cell and basement door ajar, no word directed at Nikto as he whined at you to let him go still. His voice softer, weaker now with the lack of water you give him after splashing his glass onto you. If he doesn’t want to stay here, fine. You won’t keep such an ungrateful thing here anymore if he keeps fighting back at you. You had a work trip to go to anyways back at the city.

He could be freed and gone from your house for all you could care once when you arrived back.

Though the last thing you could had expected was the sight of him sitting on your porch, just like the day you find him, dazed as you pulled into the driveway. Naked with nothing more his briefs and blanket strapped over his shoulders as he stared at you blankly, whining at you once more to ask why you left him as fat tears fall down his face.

You watch his struggle to stand up, wobbling as his hands reach outward trying to grasp you and apologizing for behaving so badly to you.

Oh… He thinks you’re a hallucination, you thought as he cutely stumbles over to you, sniffing in his sobs as he loudly cries your name. Looks like he’s could still be good dog after all, you hummed to yourself as you walked forward to allow him to collapse against you, taking him back to your house once more.

Finally he is properly broken in and all yours.

—

For what little Nikto can remember, between the grasps of many nitrile blue hands clenching his face and the sting of scalpels pushing onto his skin as if he was a human pincushion, he cannot for the life of him remember the faces of the many men that held him in that icy metal chair those long nights once ago.

A blessing or a curse?

He is unsure.

Perhaps he was too preoccupied in that moment taking in the circumstances of his fate as he rattled in those chains hissing from the sharp stings of thin cuts lined across his stomach as he is forced to endure hearing the laughter of the crowd that surrounded his form splashing him with cold water running down his naked form.

In that time, he was a showstopper. Their entertainer for them to please as they push and pull him all around. So it’s no wonder when he had threw up so violently over himself that he knocked himself out once those nitrite blues started crawling down his hips and grasping at his skin to cut further into. He remembers nothing further of that eventful day but the fade of hysterical laughter will always be drilled into his ears.

He doesn’t know who he is without his trauma anymore. It’s almost intimate to him of how he feels reassured with the numerous scars decorating his skin. It’s something that had become whom he is.

Almost a lover.

But, how do you explain that to someone? It’ll seem like to anyone that he doesn’t want to get better but he already lost so much of himself. He had already become so familiar with this sight that its disappearance will toss him further back into the ends of his mind to find himself back. This sight, these scars are what’s left of him, a reminder that’s he’s still undeniably human and one of them, one of you.

Back in the basement, at least you didn’t hit him, taunt him, or stop feeding him.

You’re different. You always allow him to touch you and he’ll feel soft skin, and not latex on his fingers. Instead of drills and mocking laughter, there’s you peering down on him and praising him and giving him easy affections as you pat down and take care of all his wounds.

Maybe that’s what he finds so fascinating about this sight, Nikto thinks as he watches you bandage his arms, gently scolding him after catching him picking his scabs all bloody again in the bathroom that night, deciding to not punish him.

He doesn’t know why he did it.

You two just had a nice romp that afternoon with you spoiling him hours on end. Constantly cuddling and caressing his face, even giving him plenty of attention to his dick, easing him from the mess of his mind. Every sweet croon of your voice as you squeezed him dry had him gasping for air, head too full of that overwhelming pleasure as you bullied him to tears as you pushed him over and over to spill over your hand until he was empty, leaving him fuzzy enough to sleep as you cleaned and kiss his cries quiet. A reward for behaving so well, you said.

So why did he had to go and fuck it all up and ruin all your trust, he was doing so well!

Was it to remind himself that good things don’t last long when he snuck out the bed that hour, that this much happiness doesn’t belong to him, that he needed a relief to remind him of whom he was? What he came from?

He isn’t sure.

None of the rest do either.

Despite your best efforts to help him from his vices, as nowadays, you help him shave after telling you doesn’t trust himself with something so sharp near his face anymore. Sweetly enough, you said you don’t mind him hairy anyways if he so wishes to keep it that way, it’s cute, as you smoothed your terribly warm hands on his chest and patting it like he’s some big dog.

Humiliating.

But damn if he’s isn’t enjoying your attention as you cradled his face, calling him your good boy and how he’s still cute and all even when his face is obscured by his mask and saying it’s little happy hoodie to calm him down, you said once day, dropping multiple pairs on the bed for him to try on. Even allowing him to gather your clothes to sleep with. Compared to before, the comfort of the mattress in your bedroom does wonders to his body compared to the one from the basement, as he rumbles happily as you scratch his tummy and letting him thump against the cushion all tucked up in your lap as you watched some old television.

He’s undeniably warm and full from dinner hours ago, too sated with all the heat surrounding but that didn’t stop his stomach from dropping once you place a knife on his tummy.

Your neck is already littered with his marks: from the long scratches down your back, the cheeky playful nips at your fingers, and the dark bruises littering your throat. You know he likes claiming you. But you always wondered if he would had liked a more permanent mark on him from you.

“Nikto”, he’ll hear you speak ever so softly as you dragged the blade against his stomach.

Your breath is hot and heavy, against the back of his neck. You can feel him shiver at the coldness of the blade against his skin goosebumps arise from it. Your voice is clear as you dragged the sharpened weapon against, he’s deadly still.

“Would you mind if I place my initials here”, as you pointed the tip of the blade just a hair away from piercing into him

Fuck…

Yeah he would like that.

He will really like that.

Belonging somewhere, belonging to you. It’ll means you won’t abandon him. You’re just proving that. Anyone one who can see it will know he belongs to you. You can only laugh at seeing the tent forming in his pants as you pulled his shirt away, ensuring you wipe your hands and his skin clean with an alcohol wipe clean before placing on a glove to ensure his wound won’t get infected.

You’ll be a bad owner after all if he got too hurt.

As you settled better behind him, back pressed your chest, it will be your own little secret between him and you, whenever he can see your initials as you gently press the knife against his stomach, ensuring you are pressing into the meat of his lower tummy. No need to actually kill your doggie by cutting into an artery or something.

Slow and precise, you made sure to keep a hand on Nikto’s chest so he won’t move as your made your cuts onto his skin. One by one, a letter formed onto his skin as Nikto hitched his breath, feeling the familiar sharp stings pressing onto his skin.

Soon enough, you were finished with your work as you wiped away the blood and begin cleaning yourself up as you cleaned the cuts with some alcohol spray and pressing a bandage over it. All while praising your boy for behaving so well as Nikto pants away.

You’ll laugh seeing the tent in his jeans as you cooed the man for behaving so well, though you had to swat away Nikto’s hands from pressing down on the wound, however assuring him that since it’s only light cuts that it’ll heal soon and he can admire it later. As he lift his head up, you had little moments to prepare yourself as he flipped himself over to tackle you onto the bed, licking your face as he nuzzled into your neck thanking you for keeping him.

Time will touch all that is yours, but perhaps time will allow you to keep Nikto until your eventual end.

How sweet.

—

Though you will have to do something about that strange little green netted man who keeps popping up in your woods and disrupting your traps.

Maybe you’ll ought to get Nikto a little friend to occupy himself. He did say something about his men finding you.

The more the merrier, right?

[ghuoab]

chef!simon and mafia daughter!reader

summary: the mafia’s daughter had been locked away all her life for protection. but was it to keep her safe from rival families, or from men?

note: its so early in the morning and I want to die but ill write out my thoughts

her father was head of one of the biggest mafia families in the U.S. his schedule would always be all over the place. some times he would be home for a week, and outside for a few weeks. she never knew when he would exactly come home. not that it mattered to him.

his daughter understood his job. she knew she had a lot on his plate, and she always glorified him even as a little girl for being so courageous and strong. when she got older, however, she began to call him out on his wrongdoings. turning into a perfect, obedient daughter, to a stubborn and rebellious daughter. the time taken from their relationship as father and daughter slowly tore them apart all of these years.

his daughter rarely went out. it was almost as a form of neglect, almost abuse on his part— you know, not letting his daughter out. she had college for a few hours, but she was always escorted right home. studies took up her time; dreams and hopes of her future slowly began to flicker every time she saw her father enter and leave the house without any word. not talking to people also got to her.

she was always watched, being the mafia’s daughter. college made her normal, and she yearned for it. but every time class ended, and the professor wrapped up, the dread of her simple yet exhausting life weighed on her shoulders.

today was just another day of the same old stuff. she had woken up extra early today to study for midterms, nervous about the day ahead. unfortunately, she got lost in her head, and she couldn’t focus, and—

she was sure she flunked. again. she was sure the professor was sick of her.

arriving home, she came in a fit of frustration and disappointment in herself. all of that studying, and discipline, years of hard work, and days worth of notes was all wasted.

she came home with a bad attitude, and the family’s mansion was empty. again. her mother— god knows where she went. again. her father as well. they were so selfishly cooped up in their lives, they forget they have a daughter waiting ag home for them. hoping they are safe. and okay.

after the exam, she decided to take the day for herself. she needed the day to relax, and to get her head back into that headspace for when she had to write another essay to her professor to, hopefully, take the exam again.

the first step she failed to take was breakfast.

she reluctantly came out of her room, her sour expression slowly faded, and she accepted her own fate for her grades. she looked at her private chef, asking him, simon, to make her some eggs and oatmeal. he gave her a nod, and clared his throat, turning around to prepare her food

they hadn’t ever talked before. she hadn’t thought about it. she had just known his name, and he was there ever since she turned eighteen. he’s made her plenty birthday cakes since then, although they were always the same. she never was picky with his food in particular.

he was tall. she watched as he made his way around the kitchen, preparing her food, watching as his hat nearly hit the light for the third time since he’s walked in. he was silent, too. maybe it was because he was shy, or because he was focused. she didn’t know. but he was also presice, and swift with the way he cooked. it was almost like watching a pianist play the piano, or watching a artist paint. he was skilled at his job, due to experience.

that was the first day she really noticed him in that light. there were many people helping around in her home, but simon was always the one who stuck out to her the most.

then she slowly began to watch him more. at first, it was mere curiosity. she was always locked away in her home, like a princess; ironic, but it was true. she hadn’t seen a boy she’d like at all, and none of them were exactly her type. she never understood it, either. every other girl had no problem getting anyone they wanted, when they wanted it. maybe practice made perfect with those types of people.

she slowly began to open up more to him, too. light talks in the early mornings, catching him leaving after dinner was served and prepared, talking to him out on the porch in hopes to get him to stay. then it was light intimacy. light feathered touches, lingering eye contact in front of people. in private, it was something different.

the more they opened up, the more they connected. she learned more about him every day, and who he was as a person. why he is the way he is. why he has that damn mask every day inside.

she found comfort in him. christ’s sake— she had just started getting to know him. maybe some attraction. that was fair, though. he was big, and muscular, and fit… and a well toned body. that was just getting started.

she slowly began to sneak out with him more. it turned into talks on the porch late at night, to talks at his car. then talks in his car. the hours rolled by as the two talked their hearts out, and he always listened when she laid her worries out for him to hear.

the talks in his car slowly turned to small kisses on the backs of each others hands. then intimate kisses.

in just a few months, the other workers around the house had speculated they had something going on. their rumors and whispers were correct, but who could blame them? it was amusing to hear, and watch, and they got paid for it.

of course they started to have sex. it was almost obvious, and the maids always noticed how simon left with a wrinkled shirt, or he seemed rushed out of the home late at night.

maybe all she needed was a man. a older man: not any young, illiterate college boys, but a real man. one who listens to you, and learns. a man that cares enough to think about you when hes alone.

christmas rolled around fast. her father never came. her mother did, but only on christmas to complain and to scold her.

then new years rolled around. for the first time in years, she decided to sneak out with simon. to his own home. to their own privacy.

the two fucked. till the sun went down, and when it came back up. they barely got any hours of sleep in before simon had to go to work, and she had to go to class.

stepping into class with crusty cookie monster pajamas and a hoodie was not ideal at all. she looked like a mess, and no one even looked. or batted an eye. when the exam papers slowly got passed around; she sat in her usual spot. she wasn’t happy to see herself fail, but she had already accepted it. imagine her surprise when she, not only passed, but got 94% on her packet of exam papers, scribbled chicken scratch from nervous hands.

[lucygraysboy]

billy has to refrain from laughing or even grinning as he watches lucy gray’s award-worthy performance, trying to stay in character and loving every second of their shenanigans. she’s just so fun to be around. “i had no idea mermaids existed,” he gasps, feigning surprise as pale blue eyes take in her tail. he only lowers his voice when her small hand finds his mouth, hiding his smile. “is it real?” making sure not to touch her tail again, hearing he might get ill if he does so, billy restores to using his chin to point to things. “it’s so beautiful. i’ve never seen anything quite like it.” he doesn’t really know what color her scales should be, but for some reason he imagines them as a rainbow — each one painted a different shade, thousands of colors shimmering in the sun. she did tell him that she didn’t have just one favorite color, after all. it makes sense in his head. “you don’t have to be scared of me, little mermaid. i don’t hurt the innocent,” he proudly brags, puffing out his chest. he carries her to the shore, where the water’s barely reaching his knees and lowers her onto the soft sand below so that the lower half of her body’s still submerged. just in case there’s a rule that says mermaids can’t survive on land or stay out of water for too long. he kneels beside her, fingers tenderly stroking her hair. he doesn’t have to feign infatuation, his gaze gentle and loving. “how can i help you without touchin’ your tail? what about the fin? is it torn or broken? i’m so very sorry that you’ve only met unkind humans before, but your secret’s safe with me. i won’t ever tell anyone about what i’ve seen, and my crew over there, will never cause you or your friends any trouble.” he plays along, enjoying the combination of warm breeze and cool water, and the way she’s looking at him… his heart forgetting how to beat.

“my tail fin! my fin!” splashing feet pressed together up and down, “and a human?” pretending to just notice him then a gasp. “oh no, a human can’t see me!” shaking her head, pretending to writhe in attempt to get away before the human can get to her. “i’m scared of humans.” pretending to say to herself before a gasp escapes at suddenly being picked up and whisked away from the awful rock pinning her tail between it and the ‘ship’. “i’m…i’m…” feigning shock on her face even if she’s trying not to laugh because he’s ADORABLE, and it’s killin’ her. “don’t do that,” hand grabs his running up her tail, “you, a human, might get ill if you touch this… you weren’t supposed to see me. don’t tell anyone. if they know i’m a mermaid, they’ll try to catch me.” gently covering his mouth with her hand. “my tail does feel some pain… but you saved me.” playful surprise wells back in her eyes, “a human? who… saved me? i can’t believe it! i’ve always known unkind humans…” voice going softer but still skeptical. imagining she’s a mermaid so she should definitely be in awe of him. well, it’s not hard to express something that she’s been enchanted. a boy who really did save her in this lake, who plays with her like they’re children, a gentleman who helps her with things like breakfast and cleaning up… there certainly is something to in awe of. she’s glad she can blame it on her mermaid fascinated by a human role, as she gets lost in staring at him.

[sanguinesky-if]

OMG I JUST FINISHED THE DEMO AND I LOVE IT SM!! (love the angst. 🤭smm!!!) i love how it so so muchhh! (and me at the moment, romancing lex. not sure if ill stick with it but they're rlly warming up 2 me.) But the scene on the phone with them hit HARDDDD! like i fr was like: ZAMEE the misunderstanding is REAL. and i was also like: i love this the misunderstanding, while gigging)

I'm not sure but if i read it right dose lex like mc? or does it only happen if you say mc likes lex? but like i said i LOVEEE the angst!! the the way you write! i can't wait for more to come to this!!

(all the RO are like frrrr so GOOOD! rlly hard to pick which one to Romance >:0!!!)

I'm not sure but if i read it right dose lex like mc?

While I don't consider the answer a spoiler, I decided to hide it below the line for those who would prefer not to know. So…

The current state of L's feelings is determined by the reader's choice.

If you choose to establish any type of romantic dynamic that the MC may have with L, then yes, L does have feelings for the MC and experiences a strong attraction toward them.

Otherwise, L simply appreciates and is very attached to the MC, considering them the closest person they have.

This actually may no longer be the case for the MC due to the distancing forced by circumstances [the MC's promotion and work], or even natural personal growth. After all, people tend to drift apart over time if there's nothing to keep them connected and such is life.

But for L, regardless of whether the MC feels the same or not, the MC will always be someone they holds close to their heart, because L will never forget who was there when they were at their worst.

Thank you for the question and your kind words, I'm glad you enjoyed my writing and the story!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

dumbass supreme says 'yeah ill play a quick game of rivals before lunch why not' and gets mvp more at 1

[leenfiend]

listening to my top songs of 2023 playlist and like half of them were songs that reminded me of klance that i had on repeat i miss them

[horrorsequel]

i typed a huge post and it went to drafts but basically even ppl that like me r fatphobic to me and how do i escape that

[alchemiclee]

been looking in tags for a few days now to see if anyone else found the whole high cloud quintet and related story to be a bit.....poorly written, nonsensical, contradictory, full of plot holes and loose ends, etc. apparently i'm not the only one. (and i'm not even talking about shipping stuff, because any time I saw someone mad about bad writing, someone always replies to be homophobic and laugh about failed ships. weirdos.) it could have been so good but was thrown into the garbage for the most part (IF you noticed all the plot holes and contradiction. if not, then it's a fine enough story tbh. I expect most people to see it on surface level and not read all the little hidden lore bits and try to piece it together like my autistic brain did. which is ok! enjoy it if you liked it and ignore me 😆)

[spaciebabie]

I don’t think I’ll be on this platform anymore, at least for now, due to everything that’s happening. I’d just like to keep away from it and supporting it at all. See you later, maybe.

-heartbeat anon

i understand heartbeat!! safe travels wherever you find yourself!! thank you for sticking around <3333

[skeletons-in-ur-closet]

this isnt the account for this i KNOW but jjk just ended and it was the worst thing ive ever read oh my daysssss

[muttsona]

phone calls laced with memories of what will never be

[persephoneflouwers]

Anons ✨

[ballonleastadiumofficial]

aw, but I’d rather have a friendly battle with you! I have no interest in doing another gym challenge, unless maybe as a way to meet more people. I’m not gonna tell you how to battle, but I think fighting with all you’ve got is the fun part, isn’t it? I mean, I certainly don’t use strategy. …did you forget this battle came about from me trying to make friends with you? hehe, you’re pretty serious, huh?

-starry @starry-eyed-pkmnlvr

((I was actually planning to draw bede in the sweater too! I’ve been drawing “photos” for starry to post, if you wanna draw the sweater too I’d be happy to talk more abt it! and sketch the design for you))

You scheduled an appointment... and you're coming all the way out to Ballonlea to battle me... but you aren't even after an endorsement? What?

...Don't tell me you just want to be friends that badly

[upsidedowngrass]

look, liam , after getting home, would be a nightmare to take places. bryce, owen, whoever, would dread taking him to social functions, but not because of concern for him . no, its because he would NOT realize when certain terrible things are inappropriate to say to strangers. people would be joking about murder or smth which is actually not too ridiculous of a topic to joke about, and hed try to chime in with "yknow, i have actually tried to kill someone before, and it is NOT how anyone actually expects haha. way more surreal and upsetting that people think" and itd be an actual attempt to join in but whoever brought him would have to very quickly go HES JOKING. i promise hes joking. haha liams sooooo funny. it would only then occur to liam that oh, that WASNT a normal thing to say was it. and then theyd leave

[jvzebel-x]

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