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just-a-creep-babe · 5 years ago

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Matchup!

Commissioned by the lovely @folliaght, thank you!

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

I match you with: Masky & Jane the Killer

Alrighty SO

Because of her beef with Jeff, Jane doesn’t live in the mansion

But Masky does

So being in a relationship with the two of them can prove a bit… difficult

Most of the time, they usually just end up coming over to your place

And they’ve got a nasty habit of dropping by uninvited whoops

Jane’s into a lot of the same things you are, so she likes taking you out to cool places on dates & trying new things with you

She lives to spoil you

Which means anytime you go out, whether it be to a museum, theater, fashion show or just a general shopping spree, not only will she pay for everything, but she’ll also buy you so. Much. Shit.

It can get a lil embarrassing tbh, but it’s part of how she shows affection

Dates with Masky tend to be more relaxed

He’d rather spend the night in, playing video games or binge watching some show/movie with lotsa cuddles uwu

Though sometimes, when you’ve spent the day out with Jane, he’ll put in extra time & effort to prepare a romantic one-on-one evening when ya get back

He knows his way pretty well around a kitchen, and after the meal, he might try to recite some cheesy poems because he knows you like them

Please don’t laugh at him, he’s trying his best

He’ll bring you out to a movie every now and then too, but museums & plays aren’t exactly his strong suit

Although he does have an interest in WWII, so he doesn’t mind going to history/war museums every now and then too

The movies you watch with him tend to be the slasher/horror genre, while you’re more likely to watch some cute animation films with Jane

But one time you made Masky watch a Ghibli film and he totally cried

They’re also both down to watch anime

Jane’s a bit of a closeted weeb

Homegirl’s also into vines & tiktok

She’ll search far and wide to reference one you haven’t seen yet

But you always know so much more than she expects lmao

Honestly, Masky didn’t even know what vines were before meeting you, and he’s thoroughly impressed at how you can recall them so easily

Also a lil terrified

Despite that, however, your sense of humour is pretty similar to his

So the two of you share a lot of ridiculous inside jokes

Especially when you’re either drunk or high

Both adore listening to you sing so. Much!

You've got such a pretty voice, they could listen to you all day~

On rainy evenings, there’s nothing Jane likes more than listening to you hum to yourself while maybe sketching or bullet journaling by your side

You’ve made some really cool looking collabs with her too!

And although Masky’s not really artistic, he’ll gladly hang out with you, vibing & watching you sketch with some vintage music on in the background 👌👌

They’ll try to help you out with your stage anxiety any way they can, giving you plenty of support & reassurance & lots of luvin’ so you at least get comfortable in front of them first

They’re super proud of the progress you make, and they’re always encouraging you to keep going

Overall, you make for a really good couple (triple??)

They’re always down to try new shit with you, then coming home and having a quiet night in, just hanging out, enjoying your presence & cuddling

NSFW

Girl

Your skirts

You know they’re gonna be all over that, especially with how handsy they like to get ;)

Masky tends to be a bit more sly when his hands wander

He’ll make sure no one else can see & then chuckle to himself when other people ask why you’re getting so flustered

Jane, on the other hand, is much more shameless, and won’t care where the two of you are as she reaches over and grabs a handful of your thighs

They’re both major teases about it, but of course, anytime you tell them to stop, they will without question

They don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything, they’re just a buncha flirts around you~

Honestly, they buy you any clothes you want, but that’s partly because they owe it to you after always tearing what you already own

When Masky does it, it’s usually cause he can’t help himself

You just look so cute and flustered beneath him, he can’t help but wanna touch more and more of you, his large wandering and savoring your skin before oops your shirt’s got a huge gash in it now

Jane ruins your clothes just coz she can & likes to ngl

She loves little gasps you make when the material breaks apart around you

And she loves dragging her knife up and down your delicate skin, so one way or another, those cute outfits aren’t gonna last very long

They’re both dominant and possessive af in the bedroom

So you always end up wildly overstimulated during & after threesomes, since they’re always competing to see who can make you orgasm the most

Drunk & high sex btw? All the time

Jane gets crazy horny when she’s high

And the way you become so flirty and confident is such a huge turn on for Masky

He ends up pouncing on you without even meaning to in the first place

And he’s so much more dominant under the influence, especially if you get a lil bratty

The’re both huge fans of lace & lingerie

They’ll lose if if they wake up to you cooking breakfast in nothing but your underwear & one of their shirts

Just be sure you don’t wear one of their shirts around the other, because they’ll immediately get crazy jealous

But, ya know, that’s a great way to get their attention one way or another ;)

When it’s one-on-one sex with Masky, he isn’t sensual very often

He’d rather fuck out his emotions, so he’s pretty rough with a brutal pace that hits hard & deep and leaves you sore for days

Jane’s a bit more open to love-making

But she’s pretty attached to her knife, so she might drag it up & down your body even when she’s being romantic

Cuddles after sex aren’t even a question

They wanna make sure they respected your boundaries and you feel safe & comfortable before, during & after

They care a lot about you tbh, which isn’t something they’re used to

So plez be patient with them because they don’t always know what they’re doing when it comes to romance lmao

#masky x reader smut #mh masky #masky smut #matchup #fanfic commission #writing commission #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta lemon #creepypasta smut #creepypasta matchup #jane the killer x reader #jane the killer

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the-everlasting-dream · 5 years ago

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Interrogation

Summary: Behati decides to get to know her mother’s neighbour better.

A/N: This has been in my head for the longest time and its finally coming to life. I would really appreciate if you left me a little comment of what you thought coz I’ve never written for MOTY before..

MC Faceclaim: Zoe Saldana

Kiddo FC: Yara Shahidi

Levi FC: Enrico Ravenna

Word Count: 1777

Warnings: None

‘Hey Rocket,’ Levi Schuler called out to his neighbour's daughter as he turned over two different bracelets in his hand. ‘Which do you think makes me look cooler?’

Ashanti was working late that night at the dress shop and she’d asked him to watch over her adorable daughter Behati and he was happy to oblige. Levi had always considered himself a big kid anyway so getting along with the nine year old was a breeze. She was so smart and witty, it caught him off guard sometimes. She was just like her mum. The thought of Ashanti momentarily brought a smile to his face before it morphed into a frown. Something wasn’t right.

‘Rocket?’ He called out, suspicious of the silence enveloping the apartment. A worm of worry grew in his chest and he pocketed the bracelets before heading to the little girl's room. He knocked on the door but there was no answer.

‘Behati?’

Levi tried to keep his voice even, as his mind ran through a list of the worst possibilities. If anything happened to the kiddo, he would never forgive himself. After a long terrifying moment, he heard her sweet clear voice call out.

‘Come in.’

‘Oh Rocket you almost gave me a heart attack! If anything happened to you- Wait why are you dressed like that?’ Levi cut his relieved rambling short, confused. He took in the sight of the nine year old, perched on her bed, wearing her school lab coat and massive costume glasses with a clipboard and pen in her hands.

‘Have a seat Mr Schuler,’ she instructed, nodding to a chair she’d strategically placed before her.

Levi obeyed, barely able to suppress a grin at how adorable Behati looked but sensing that she wanted this to be a serious affair, he decide to play along. ‘Am I in trouble ma’am?’

The girl shook her head solemnly. ‘I’m going to ask you some questions and get to know you better. We’ll start off easy. What's your favourite colour?’

He chuckled, graciously going along with her game. ‘Blue. What’s yours? Lemme guess..’ He gave a quick glance around the room then at her colourful t-shirt. ‘Purple..?’

‘Yes!’ Behati smiled widely before turning back to her clipboard. 'If you could be any animal the world what would you be?’

Levi puffed out his chest proudly. ‘Probably something cool. Like a falcon or a jaguar. Something thats awesome and badass like me.’ HIs eyes widened in shock, not sure what Ashanti’s policy on swearing was but not wanting to risk it either.

Behati patted his knee sympathetically. ‘It will be our little secret.’ She even had the gall to wink at him.

'What’s your third favourite ice cream flavour?' ‘I- Oh wow I don’t think I’ve thought about it before,’ he rubbed the back of his neck as he thought. ‘First would be chocolate for sure, then caramel…. then maybe…hmm. Gotta go with Ben & Jerry’s cookie dough. Love that stuff.’

'Speaking of food, do you like pineapple on pizza or not?’

‘Hell no!’ He exclaimed. ‘Why would you interrupt the rich awesome flavours of meat and cheese with something sickeningly sweet. Pineapple is the worst fruit. And fruit does not belong on pizza.’ He crossed his arms to make a point.

‘Are you sure?’ ‘One hundred percent positive.’ Behati’s eyes sparkled. ‘What about tomato? Thats a fruit and that definitely goes on pizza.’

After a beat, Levi shook his head. ‘Huh… guess ya got me there. You’re one smart cookie Rocket.'

She returned his fist bump before going back to her list. 'Which is your favourite Barbie movie?’

‘Uhh I… I haven’t seen any of the Barbie movies actually.’

The nine year old gasped as if he’d said he’d never heard of Beyonce or something. ‘Oh my gosh you have to watch them. My favourite is Barbie the Princess and the Pauper. It was one of the first ones and its got all mu favourite songs I also like the one where…'

Levi let her ramble on for a few minutes, taking in how adorable she looked when she got excited talked about her favourite things. She literally lit up like the sun itself. God she’s going to go far. And I hope I’m there to see it.

‘…but that one really sucks. Thats what Mum thinks.’ Behati gasped as if she’d gotten an idea. 'We should do a Barbie movie marathon! we’ll have snacks and drinks and treats. Maybe next time you babysit me we can ask Mum if we can do that.'

Levi ruffled her hair affectionately, grinning. ‘Sure thing Rocket. You tell me when and where and I’ll be there.’

They chatted on for a little bit, making their grand plans to talk Ashanti into letting them watch over 10 movies back to back before Behati went back to her list.

'If you had to be in a band would you chose One Direction or BTS?

‘Eww...Are those the only choices?’ he protested, rubbing the back of his neck. ‘I was thinking more along the lines of Bon Jovi or Led Zeppelin.’

Behati’s nose scrunched up. ‘Led what?’

Levi raised his eyes to heaven. ‘Hasn’t your mother taught you anything? They’re only the greatest bands of all time! Woooaaah livin on a prayer!’ Singing a few bars, he mimed a guitar solo and head banging for a few seconds only to see Behati covering her mouth to conceal her laughter.

‘Whatever,’ he mumbled, in mock annoyance. ‘You kids these days have no taste.’

Behati tapped her pen against her clipboard before continuing on. 'Are there more leaves in the world or blades of grass?'

'Er, blades of grass… I think..?''What about trees? Are there more trees than buildings?'

‘Um trees.’The nine year old cocked her head to the side.. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Uh pretty sure.’She was fixing him with an analytical gaze that made Levi suddenly second guess himself. Where there more trees than buildings…

‘Hmm.’ Behati took a moment to think. ‘I need to look into it.’

‘You do that. Any more questions?'

‘Did you make those yourself?’

Surprised, Levi glanced down at the two homemade bracelets he’d been clutching the whole time, sheepishly hiding them behind his back. ‘If you ever tell your mum, I’ll deny everything.’

Behati let out a giggle, breaking her act and Levi joined in, glad to see her so happy amidst the tough custody case her parents were in. If only that sonofabitch Guy would let go of his goddamn ego… This lil girl deserves the whole damn world. The whole damn universe while we’re at it.

‘Sorry to break up the party kiddo but if I don’t get you into bed soon, our chances of having that Barbie marathon are Poof!’ He mimed an explosion with his hands.

‘Last one,’ Behati pleaded, her mood growing much more sober as she fixed him with her big brown eyes. ‘Are you in love with my mum?’

What? That caught Levi off guard. How was he gonna answer that?

‘What makes you say that?’ He asked, nervously rubbing the bag of his neck, hoping for some stalling time.

Behati shrugged. 'Its obvious. You’re always hanging out here and you and Mum get really smiley around each other. I even heard Mum talk to Alma about it one night when I was supposed to be sleeping.’

‘Oh yeah? What did she say?’ Levi queried, filled with curiosity. Ashanti was talking about him..?

‘Nothing much,’ Behati replied between yawns. ‘She just think you’re cute and really really nice. So are you gonna marry her? Are you gonna be my new dad?’

He held his arms out in a defensive gesture. 'Woah woah, slow down Rocket, come back to earth for a bit huh? I don’t think we’re at that stage yet. Particularly with stuff with your actual dad.’

Levi looked at her open, innocent face, hanging on to his every word. He couldn’t get her hopes up but he couldn’t lie to her either. He debated internally with himself for a long moment before answering.

‘Look Rocket, you and your mum are amazing people and I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I’m not saying anything too crazy with this but… I’d really like to be apart of your lives for as long as you’ll have me. Whether that will be just as your neighbour… or something… else. I don’t know yet. I don’t know what the future holds but anything is possible. You and I will just have to wait and see.’

He watched Behati nod, taking it all in sagely.

He gave her a couple more seconds before clapping his hands twice. ‘Alright bedtime. Even rockets need their rest!'

Soon after, Levi was tucking Behati under her space themed quilt before she piped up again.

'One more question.'

'All theses questions and questions but alright, I’ll take one more.’ he replied, crouching down next to her bed, tucking her under the covers. ‘Whatcha got for me?’

‘Can you play for me? Mum usually sings me a song to go to sleep.’

Levi felt his heart soften a little. ‘Of course Rocket.'

And that was how Ashanti found them when she came back that night; Behati fast asleep and Levi steaming idly on the strings as his face formed a gentle smile.

'Hey maestro. How’d it go?'

'It was great.’

She raised her eyebrows, watching him rise from the chair and make his way over to her. ‘What? No snappy response.’

Levi smiled softly at her. ’Nah not tonight.' She returned the smile albeit a bit confused at his sudden affection. ‘Everything okay there Guitar boy?' T

hat was what he loved about Ashanti. No matter how tired and run down she was, she always made time for others, to ask them how they were, if they needed anything or simply just to give them a little pep talk. Her pep talks were sometimes the highlight of his day, he’d miss having people hat would be in his corner to talk him up and hold him accountable. He loved how she… He loved..

He was falling in love with her.

He glanced at the sleeping child in bed and again at her mother in the door way, feeling strangely at home right here. I could get used to this. Ashanti stared up at him, puzzled and Levi could have kissed her in that moment right there but taking in her tired eyes and probably aching feet after a long shift, he decided against it. There would be other times. He opted for a kiss on the head.

‘Everything is perfect.’

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voidsoull · 6 years ago

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BUCKY’S LETTERS HOME // the unsent // @decrypteurr

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bex, i’m sat on this plane and honest to god, no amount of training has prepared me for the way my hearts pounding. it was a good last night in the city. i’m glad i got to spend it with you and steve and anton and a few too many drinks. but i’m scared. i wanna make you all so proud, i wanna do good. but my heart is pounding and it feels like it’s gonna explode out of my chest and all i can think is how much i wanna be laid in the grass with you and stevie on a late sunday afternoon, filled with the candy we stole from that place down the street. i feel like a fucking coward. but it’s fine. i know really it’s just the initial nerves. it’s all gonna be fine. it has to be. i love you, stay tough. bucky.

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steve, you being as sick as you are has never once been a comfort to me till now. always scared the shit outta me, how often i thought we were gonna lose you. you’re a part of me in the same way bex is. in my fucking soul. i couldn’t lose you. but god, this is the first time i’ve ever been thankful for how sick you’ve always been. knowing they’re never gonna accept your ass and that you’re gonna fucking live through this war is one of the only things bringing me comfort right now. i can’t lose you, stevie. this fucking war can take what it wants, it can bleed me till i’m dry and there’s nothing left. but it ain’t taking you. not you. you’re too damned good. it can’t have you. bucky.

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to both my idiots, if i should die before i wake, i pray you fucking dumbasses never find a way to get over here. you can’t see this hell. you can’t. bucky.

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bex, i wish i’d told you the truth before i left. i… i wish i’d accepted it myself. i feel like i’m living a lie to the one person i swore to always tell the truth to. god… it’s eating me up. and i know i’ll never be able to tell you now. some truths, you hold inside too long they become this big, ugly thing. how could finally admitting it now ever do any good, when it’s become this blackened monster? maybe… maybe years ago. maybe then, it woulda still been beautiful. it wouldn’t have stung so hard to speak of, even if it was terrifying. god… i don’t even know. guess i’m just sitting here, wallowing in my regrets. fucking stupid, i know. but. i can’t help it. i had to kill a kid today. ain’t got a clue how the fuck he got in. but he wasn’t making it back on his own and we couldn’t carry him and…. i’m sorry. i can’t.

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bex, i didn’t think it was possible. to lose track. for all the death and the blood on my hands to get so thick and nasty that i’d lose track of how many lives i’ve taken. but honestly, it happened on the first day. and now there’s been so, so many days and weeks and time doesn’t exist out here but i know it’s rolling on, this never ending thing we can stop and i feel it. i fucking feel it in my chest. i’m the same. no real sense, just keep moving on. another life. another. what’s another sin to my thousand?

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steve, i wish i’d just told you. bucky.

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anton, take care of her. it’s all on you now. i love you, you got this. stay tough. bucky.

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rebecca, honest to god, i could rip this fucking world apart for daring to put you there. why, what fucking right did it have? hurting me, i don’t care. they can have all the pieces they want outta me. i ain’t worth shit, they can have it all. but you? no. i’m gonna bring hell down on ‘em for it. tear me apart, peel my skin and scramble my head—they can do it all and i don’t care. i’m still here, still kickin’ and always will be. i don’t care. but this world doesn’t get to touch you. not you. i swear to god, i’ll burn ‘em all for dragging you into this hell. bucky.

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steve, i thought i got lucky. i really, really was stupid enough to think i got lucky. that you and bex would be away from this mess. but no, god. how could i have been so stupid to actually think either of you would stay back home, where you were meant to be? safe. happy. alive. hearts whole and souls not tainted by this hell. well. if i can’t keep either of you from it, i’ll sure as hell fight till my fingers bleed and breathing burns my lungs, just to keep you alive. this war ain’t having either of you. i won’t let it. bucky.

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steve, i’m a little drunk right now and the night is beautiful and god, london’s never looked as good as it does with you in it. you’re still so awkward, dancing around the idea of actually dancing even though every eyes on you now. can’t lie, i’m a lil jealous. what, suddenly people thing they’re worthy of ya? i mean shit, i definitely ain’t. but at least i’ve always seen what they only just seem to be catchin. still, guess better late than never. i’m glad really, that the world finally gets it—steve rogers is the best we got. damned heart and soul. and if anyone is gonna end this war, it’s you. but i still don’t want ya to. i still wish you were far, far away from this mess. but we don’t always get what we want, right? never so lucky. guess i’ll have to settle. close my eyes and pretend i’m winning, pretend it’s all you. bucky.

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bex, i love him. i love him so much bex i can’t fucking breathe. i… it’s gonna eat me alive. if this war doesn’t, then holding this in is gonna. bucky.

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steve, i don’t think i’ve ever been able to see you in the snow and not have a damned heart attack. it would always get to your lungs. no matter how much we’d try to warm up sat by the fire after, it’s like it just sunk in too deep to every part of you. terrified me, that something that looked so pretty could cause you so much pain. i hated the snow for so long because of it. still can’t deal with it really, how wonderful it is now. i still worry, habit really. but… god. those blue eyes just stand right out on this snowy backdrop and i swear for just a moment, i could touch heaven. i think you’re what heaven feels like. bucky.

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bex, i still wish i coulda been honest with you about this part of me. i wish this world was kinder. and who knows, maybe after this? maybe it will be. maybe the world wasn’t meant to be kind for me, maybe i wasn’t meant to get to be myself in it. and that’s okay. so long as someone else gets to, right? so you promise me, if that heart of yours is as queer as mine? be loud. be proud. don’t let anyone ever, ever tell you who you can’t be. and don’t let love slip through your fingers coz you’re too damned scared to see it through. i love you so much bex, stay tough. be brave. bucky.

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stevie, feels like the end is brewing now. the storms just outta reach, but we’re headed right for it. we’re running right into it, head first. and god, i look at you and i know, i know the things you’d do to end this. you’d never tear the world apart for it, but yourself? yeah, you’d pull yourself to shreds if it meant this all got to be over and we could finally taste victory and free the world from this pain and never ending suffering. you’d do it all, wouldn’t you? and hell, if that ain’t exactly what drew me to you in the first place. that fire. that spitting blood spirit. it’s hell, and i’ve told you time and time again how fucking stupid it is, how you’re gonna get yourself killed. but i’m like a moth and you’re the flame and i can’t fucking walk away. i’m here. right at your side. same way you’re drawn to the flames of this war and heroism. well i ain’t a hero. just a selfish son of a bitch that’s loved you since the day we met on school yard and you were kicking at people twice your size. and maybe at first, this was about making you and bex and anton proud. maybe it was about fighting in the memory of gabriel, about making the world a better place, one he could have survived in. but it was always even more than that. it was always more selfish. i thought maybe, just maybe, if i offered up my tattered sinner soul, then maybe it could mean something. tip the scales. it could be an offering, and this world would let you walk free. leave you untouched by this war. but it didn’t work, did it? shoulda known. i’m not enough, what i got to give could never be enough to protect you, to save you. but damn, i’m trying stevie, i’m trying every day. i’ll dirty my soul right down to its last atom. i’ll taint it good and true. i’ll dirty my hands with so much blood i’ll wonder if i was ever clean, even once in my life. i’ll look in the mirror and see a monster. i’ll rip apart families and take parents from their kids and torture every last hydra scum i can get my hands on. so long as it means we win. so long as it means you walk away from this. i’ll die, i’ll do it. if it means you get to live. i was so damned scared of dying before. but not now, not now the truth weighs heavy in my heart unable to be ignored. i love you, i’ve loved you since before i even knew it was allowed. and i’d walk into the jaws of fire and death, i’d give it all up, just to see you walk away from this. just, be sure to do me one favour at the end of it all? stay tough. don’t lose that edge, that fire. burn on for all eternity stevie, do that for me, and it’ll all be alright. yours, forever and always, bucky.

#IM FIIINEEE #✦ letters // james buchanan barnes. ✦#✦ headcanon // james buchanan barnes. ✦#✦ regarding // decrypteurr. ✦

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spliitsoul · 6 years ago

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the unsent letters

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to both my idiots, if i should die before i wake, i pray you fucking dumbasses never find a way to get over here. you can’t see this hell. you can’t. bucky.

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steve, i wish i’d just told you. bucky.

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anton, take care of her. it’s all on you now. i love you, you got this. stay tough. bucky.

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bex, i love him. i love him so much bex i can’t fucking breathe. i… it’s gonna eat me alive. if this war doesn’t, then holding this in is gonna. bucky.

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#✦ letters // james buchanan barnes. ✦#*

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tellywoodtrash · 7 years ago

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suno chanda ep 2 lb

soooooooooo i missed my “deadline” (again.) but that’s nothing new around here. you guys are used to my bs by now. my net was being fucky (thanks monsoons!) so i just went the fuck to sleep last night.

ANYWAY, ONWARDS!!!!!!

was jiya under the impression that arsal WANTED to be married to her or something? itne gusse se yeh sab ISKO kyun suna rahi ho?

btw, doesn’t iqra look like nargis fakhri had a baby with ileana d’cruz?

now there’s the plot for main tera hero 2. ALLLLL THE PRETTY LADIES!!!!!!!

i love how excited and happy arsal gets every time they agree on something.

haaye bechaara, he just wants to make love, not war.

PAHAADI BAKRA!!!! FIRST INSTANCE OF MY FAV INSULT!

“tumne APNI shakal dekhi hai kabhi? jo gusse se naak phulaati ho, toh mirgi ka daura pad jaaye dekhne waale ko!”

haaaye laanat hai tumpe arsal. she’s so pretty!

lmao what’s a “pao bola”??????

kekekek i love this idiot boy’s face.

“yehi! yehi tumhari buri aadat hai! har cheez mein jo jaanwaron ko ghused deti ho!!!!!!!!!!!!” lolololol ok guess it’s some kinda animal

yeah i see why ppl were saying that iqra was a little EXTRA in the initial eps. still love her tho, and i think it just goes with the kinda character jiya is.

“toh aisi zehreeli baatein sunke, tum pehli fursat mein... MARR KYUN NAHI JAATE??????”

god grant me the ability to be this savage.

hahahaha dekho kaise poori tarah se chaabi lagaake bhej rahi hai apna kaam karwaane ke liye.

also, her lil typical desi head nod as she sends him off. too cute.

jamshed and his nonsense bandook, pffft.

idk about you guys, but i have neverrr ever once been able to take jamshed seriously when he threatens to beat up arsal. arsal looks like he can just give one stern look of his and jamshed would be cowering behind shanno. lbr the only one here who can control puttarjee is his amma.

“aaja puttar aaa, phenti khaa.” i love how she invites arsal to his doom so casually every single time.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT. IDIOT. abbaji ko bandook sang dekh saari hawa nikal gayi.

HAHAHAHAHAHA SHAHANA’S ISHAAREBAAZI. WHY IS EVERY DESI MOM LIKE THISSSSSSSSSSSSS

hahahahahaha look at him slinking back to her side.

and she too knows him sooooo well. that smug expression of hers was in place waaay before he even sat down.

pffffffffffffft. overconfidenceeeeeeee ki hadh.

look at the way she’s marching towards the room, my tiny little toofaan!

lol the way she literally checks on her head for seengh.

she’s so dramatic, i love it!!!!!

lmaooooooo HIS smugass smileeeeee.

HAHAHAHAHAHA THE NOISE HE MAKES AS HE MOCKS HER WITH THE EYE-TO-EYE GESTURE, I’M DYING. what a pettyasssssss......

“badiiiii phon-phaan karti gayi thi.” lmaooooooooo

wait wow, masooma was anti-arsal in the start?!?!?!?!?!? 10 ep mein toh aapko shehzaada dikhne lagta hai woh!!!!

and jalal phupa was ok with him, but anti-jiya! wow, how things changed!!!!!!

NAIK SEERAT, AUR KINZA? KHUDA KA KHAUF KAREIN, JALAL MIYAAN!

lol awww, jalal phupa just wants some lovin’.

god kinza, do you not have any apps on your phone to pass the time? some temple run? twitter? at least candy crush? matlab, kuch aur bhi hobbies develop karo, har waqt is ek bande ki photo hi dekhti rehti ho.

am i supposed to feel bad for her? i don’t. dafa ho, you meesni.

lmao the ammas don’t give one single fuck about these two’s ~~~~angst.

SHANNO’S FACE BE LIKE “BITCH WHO DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO THIS WAY?????? AND YOU PUT THAT FINGER DOWN BEFORE I PUT IT DOWN FOR YOU.”

arsal/jiya, you should call your impertinent declarations “wedding cake”, coz in 30 days, YOU’RE GONNA BE EATING THEM.

bijaan is so amazingly petty towards masooma’s sasuraal lol.

bijaan too, like us, never gave a shit about kinza. kuch bhi kaho, bijaan insaan ko parakhti badi sahi hain.

OMG SHERRY’S DAD’S NAME IS MUNAWAR. MEANING SHERRY’S NAME IS SHEHERYAR MUNAWAR.

damn bijaan the grudge is stronggggggggg.

SHERRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. YOU CUTIEEEEEEEEEEE.

aw man, it’s so nice to see arsal and sherry be friendly towards each other.

haaye why’d they have to break up the BROtp like that tho.

huma truly is a saint to put up with the hellion that is jiya. so aggro!

GOD HUMA IS SO STINKING CUTE I CAN’T!!!!!!!!!!! WHY GOD WHYYYYYYYY COULDN’T SHE BE ENDGAME FOR SHERRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY JUST LOOK AT HER SHE’S THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF RASMALAI (SWEET AND SQUISHY)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

gosh i really feel aghaji’s frustration. nothing i hate more than ppl who come obstruct the tv. wtf you think you made of, glass???? SAAMNE SE HATT BEWAKOOF INSAAN!!!!!

“crown mahal” for taj mahal. god sherry, you are SUCHHHHH a burger bachcha!

so much aapas ki rishtedaari ki sherry bhi confuse ki aghaji shanno ke khaalu hain ya phupa.

UGH HE’S SO CUTE. *kisses screen*

lol sherry ka bhi nickname chanda hai kya? dikhta bhi chand jaisa hi hai. *kisses screen some more*

“bin bulaaye toh allah miyaan ke paas bhi nahi jaonga main, shaadi toh door ki baat hai!” waaaaah, what tadi, what swag.

lmaooooo such typical desi shaadi invitation list - humne unko yeh diya tha, ab humari lene ki baari!

my god masooma and her idhar udhar ke ainvayii ke jhagde, khatam hi nahi hote!

gotta respect jalal for calling out bijaan’s pettyness tho.

haha shahana’s meethi churi waali smile at jalal.

idhar shahana ki nautanki shuru. god this family is so damn Extra.

lo, nawa katta khul gaya. card pe naam chaapne ka.

i am nazaakat. too much fuckery, mera bhi bp shoot kar raha hai.

LOOK AT THIS SAHABZAADA JUST SITTING WAITING FOR HIS ROTIS.

AADHE SE ZYAADA EPISODE HO GAYA, MERA GOLUUUUUUU KAHAN HAI?????

lmao arsal is truly his mother’s son in terms of shadin’ on ppl.

pfffffffft arsal, if you think she’s going to get jealous at some other chick’s ROTI MAKING SKILLZ, you really don’t know her at all.

lmao she was legit just stealing a roti OFF HIS SIDE PLATE. hadhhhhh hai jiya!

arsal’s so used to these threats of violence, he doesn’t even bother retorting.

i love how she just replies to him without even fucking blinking. telling him to piss off is as natural as breathing to her!

GOLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“lo! aa gaya tumhara matka bhai! laaya hoga tumhare jaisi koi manhoos khabr!” lololololololol

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SCENE: JIYA’S “JAAN CHOOTI!” RELIEF, ARSAL’S INSTANT “YA ALLAH TERA SHUKR HAI!!!!”, JIYA’S LIL SLAP AND HIM QUICKLY CHECKING ON KINZA, WHO BTW HAS SEEN ALL OF ITTTTTT.

lmao arsal’s 300% insincere “so sad!” fucking idiot.

hahahahahahaha, in the end our girl got what SHE wanted - the rotis.

“baap itne jaldi kyun marr jaate hain????” OMFG MASOOMA

adorable fucking idiots.

“haaye jalal miyaan, toh kya main maut ke kuwein mein motorcycle chalaake khush karoon?” lmao bijaan’s examples are the bestttttttt

“kudi te munde da naam katwaake tussi doweyaan da naam likhaa diye?”

lololololol phupa’s face. (and jamshed’s face!!!!!!!!!)

“koi akheeri beghairat aadmi hai jalal phupa!” “haan. bikul tumhari tarah. koi izzat-e-nafz hi nahi hai!”

lmao ek bhi mauka nahi chodti. sach mein bijaan ki hi potttiii hai.

naak like eiffel tower isn’t really an insult tho? everyone wants a nice, straight nose like that!

lmao she called him a daddu tho.

shanno is us. fangirling hard.

is ghar mein SABKO hi BP hai kya?

waise hairaani ki baat hai bhi nahi. harkatein toh ek ek ki aisi hi hain, ki jo bhi dekhein, bp high ho hi jaaye.

EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSE AND THEIR LAUNDRY WAALE MASLE, LORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ugh, is kinza ne toh kasam le rakhi hai, istiri kar kar ke biwi banne ka. hattttt manhoos, kitna bhi karle, nahi milne waala tujhe!

lol arsal being like you’re too polite to be related to us badtameez ppl.

EPISODE 2 MEIN HI THIS MEESNI HAS STARTED HER TACTICS. GOD I HATE HER SO MUCH.

ugh arsal, badhaawaa na do!

and god kinza you dumbass, he’s just using you. as his ainvayiiiii ka “yes man” and dhoban.

le, yeh paagal itne mein hi itnaaaaaaaa khush hai. bewakoof beghairat ladki.

lol did he make the shower excuse just to get kinza out of his room???? he’s sitting here in the same pehle waala outfit now.

this pattern waala passcode thing is the most BS thing ever. it’s the easiest way to get into someone’s phone. you just have to observe them unlocking their phone ONCE. why ppl keep using it is beyond me.

lol shaitaani message bheja bhi, toh itnaaa shareeef.

arsal ko golu ki pitaayi kiye bina khaana hazam nahi hota. (god why are boys like thisssssssssssssss)

DUMBASS, SO BAD AT SPYING

OHNOE! CHAANTA! BUT WHY????????????!

oh ho jiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! kabhi toh ungli mat kiya karo!

haaye bechaare ko ainvayi jhaapad khaana pada. *rubs his cheek*

“DURRR FITTEH MOOH AISE JAZBAATON KA!” lol shanno, maybe take some of your own advice also.

“insaani tareekh mein aisa zaalim, aisa jabir baap kisi ka nahi hai, jitna mera hai!”

ok that’s a bit much betaji.

lol at him side-eying his friend’s roohafza tho. ladka is halal!max.

obligatory dialogue about i may have lived outside but i still gots me sanskaar!!!!!!

or as they put it here, “khaandaani riwayatein”.

lol his animated retelling.

so sherry and aghaji are supposedly in london, but those bags are most definitely for outlets in the middle east.

“by god, itni waahiyat cheap story maine aaj tak nahi suni! jiya ne mere totay udaa diye, maine uska dupatta jala diya..... tum dono ne koi insaano waali harkat ki hai aaj tak?”

lel, this friend (yasir?) is all of us.

lololololol golu’s face.

“kya kar logi itna padhkar? aakhir mein wohi haandi-chulha hota hai.”

ok 0.3 seconds of feeling bad for kinza, that she’s been conditioned to never want more in life.

i love how she says LSE mein admission leti, as if baaju ke kiraane ki dukaan se chai ki patti khareedne jaisa easy ho.

kinza toh just wants to get jiya out of the way. tu chup kar, meesni!!!!!!

aaaaaaaaaaand no doubt, golu’s been paid to drop this little tidbit of info in front of jiya?

#suno chanda #sc lbs #episode liveblogs

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sugod2-22 · 4 years ago

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02:28 PM Already starting my new shift of 12 PM to 9 PM today. Man, it was kind of a struggle for me to wake up early and get moving! There are still a lot of my daily to-do-list I haven’t done yet, and on top of that, I wasn’t able to do the laundry yesterday! Sigh! Here I go again procrastinating! My body is still kinda sore. I think it’s because of the exercises I do everyday as well. But anyway, had a meeting with our new TM, Dave, he seems pretty cool. My new teammates also seem quite easy to be with, thus, all is well so far and I hope this keeps up. I mean even though he has a stricter approach than TM Gleena, I think he also just wants us to improve our scores and get the incentives. I did say when we were asked about the expectations we have for him, that if our scores are a lil lower than expected, hopefully he’ll just approach us in a nice way and he kinda laughed. Hopefully everything will be smooth sailing and that my scores will improve immensely with his strategy. 04:22 PM I don’t have any somewhat interesting pics to show off today. I only have some selfies featuring my belly rolls. That’s all. My day is just the usual. There are thoughts I’m trying to avoid talking about even in here coz it’s simply tiring for me and I don’t even want to entertain it. It could be my fears too blocking me from resolving it somehow, in order to move forward in the situation with a light heart but meh, I really don’t wanna analyze myself too much about it anymore. I always tell myself I’m open to communicate harmoniously, but am I truly? I can’t deny the fact that I’m still hurting and mad about what happened when it crosses my mind sometimes. I mean I really am open if ever there’s an opportunity of communication, however, if I get to choose, I’d rather not deal with it. Because even if I shouldn’t think this way, I somehow feel it’ll bring upon chaos again and I just don’t need that shit rn. 09:18 PM My shift just ended a wee while ago woohoo! Now, slump onto the bed! Sigh! I’m alone with my thoughts again. It’s not that I fear what it has to say, it’s just bothersome at times, especially, when certain memories are forcing to resurface. I gotta deal with it sooner or later anyway. Fine! What does it want now? I feel like I have to say this, and I sincerely believe it from the bottom of my heart, that me and Joseph’s connection was essential to my life. I mean look at me now. Look at how strong I got somehow. Look at how I’ve taken my power back and what happened was just the push I needed to decipher the cliché wisdom of knowing one’s worth. I can’t deny the fact that everything had happened has been beneficial to my growth. I want to thank him for it. I mean he won’t know coz I won’t tell him unless he decides to message first, but I’m throwing it out in the universe. I am thankful. Ya know I really don’t want to assume things, but I’ve been feeling so strongly that he might be wanting to reach out to me again. He just doesn’t know where or how to start. After all that happened between us and what he did, I want to say, yep he deserved it. But even how much I hate him sometimes, I really don’t. Weird isn’t it? I know. I don’t wish them ill at all and hey maybe they’re both happy now and it’s just really me feeling like I need to justify it to make myself look like the winner somehow. Thinking about that rn, it’s really not the case. If they’re both happy, good for them sincerely. I really just want to cut the knot that still tied me to him and be free. Free from the disappointment, anger, abandonment issues, and codependency. But something is still strongly holding on. And it bothers me. I know I’ll always love him and he will always be a part of me, however, I already want to move on from someone or any circumstances that doesn’t serve me anymore. Can I just have that please? What is there left to learn from our connection? How can I fully let it go from my end and block other’s spiderweb energies that seem to be bombarding mine? Making me oh so tired! Sigh! And to think I just said earlier I wouldn’t analyze myself too much, but here we are. Writing about it does help though. But I’m a bit sleepy now, I still need to think of a good song to post for today.

#journal

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thedemonconstantine · 3 years ago

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adventurepunks:

“I missed ye Nixie-Pixie” She looked more like a doll than a pixie but Alexis was half asleep. The girl rarely got kindness out of Alexis, maybe her time away made her appreciate the girl she called her best friend and yet probably was bullying more than she deserved.

“Nah, I learned ta understan’ Gobbledie gook. Me teacher wus some weird elf like man, spoke gobbledie gook. French or summa” Dutch.

“‘es from the Neverland like Tinkerbell. Now sush, I wants ta nap-”

“I’m sure you will be persuasive when it comes to your daughter being given a kind tutor” That was Talia speak for John better ensure Jason said yes.

Alexis was in Talia’s eyes a demon child. Too willful and unruly and intolerable. But still her daughter, still loved, Talia still wished for Alexis to know only kindness towards her.

“Once a month ought to suffice to begin with.”

“Once a monff fer what?” Oooop! Someone had woken up and caught that last bit of information. “What is yous schemin’ NOW movva! I said afore I is nah givin’ up me last two weeks of summa!”

“A king’s ransom I have spent and yet you learned no manners? Calm yourself little one, we are discussing getting your ‘handsome knight’ to teach you the piano seeing as your teachers believe that music might be your calling” Talia answered her with a sigh.

“Piano? I wants ya play guitar. Or drums.” she grabbed a spoon and twirled it in her fingers to smack the table. “Betta than Keiff Moon I is-”

“Noisy, is what you are” Talia took the tea spoons of her and picked her up to sit her on her lap and hug her.

“Woh’s ya doin’?” Alexis asked staring at her mother.

“Cuddling you silly girl. I have missed you, as dramatic and noisy as you are, I have missed you. Give your mother a kiss-” she demanded

Alexis narrowed her eyes full of suspicion and then kissed Talia’s nose.

“I is ‘ungry. Kin I ‘ave a mushy pea sarnie”

“Alrite alrite a mushy pea sammich comin’ rite up,” John watched his favourite females cuddle for a bit before groaning out of his chair to make for the kitchen.

“Th’ rest o’ yeh lot wants anyfing?”

Cigarette smoke trailed where John went, sleeves rolled up as he worked on building some sandwiches for the little piranhas they were currently housing.

“No thank you Uncle John, can I call Daddy now?”

It was nearly time for tea and Nix was on the roster to help out at the cafe that evening. She took her dishwashing and bussing job very seriously, a good hour’s work would earn her a whole pound!

“Jimi, Jimi JIMI you’re sitting on the phone you stupid lout!” Nix tried to shove her bestie’s twin from the couch.

“I wants cheese! Grilled cheese please Da fanks!”

Jimi sniggered as he swatted Nix away and kept his bum over the house phone just to warm it up like a hen over her eggs. Who knew what sort of call could hatch from it?

“JIMI-!”

“Woh?” Feigning innocence now and smacking Nix off, which had her squeal and push at his arm but to no effect.

“Alrite yeh wee lil’ rat, give,” John demanded with his palm outstretched and his other balancing a plate of grilled cheese sandwich an inch above Jimi’s head. No behave no food!

He served Alexis after making sure Nix got the house phone to call Chas.

“Let’s try piano first ‘n den guitar ‘n drums if yeh wants. Coz guitar strings gunna cut yeh fingers up, yeh nah gunna like it much.”

#hellblazer #john constantine #alexis constantine #nix chandler #jimi constantine #talia al ghul #summer's end

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moonraccoon-exe · 8 years ago

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No one can tell me that GladNis isn't canon coz Gladio was ready to slap Noct around for getting Iggy hurt. Like, Gladio's dad died, along with Regis. His home's been taken over by enemy forces! He didn't seem bothered much at the time. I mean, his outward appearance didn't look to be shaken, ya know? But when Iggy loses his sight, Gladio's ready to pound Noct into the ground! The very guy he's sworn loyalty to, to proctect! C'mon now! GladNis is def canon!

*sips from grape juice**clears throat**puts glasses on*

Okay, you all buckle in because I SO am about to type this

Post on Gladio’s psychology post-chapter 9

*cracks fingers*

[There’s a Keep Reading line ahead, for those using the mobile app that can’t see it. Sorry]

Dear anon, thanks for dropping by! I too strongly believe in the canon-icity of Gladnis because the chemistry is there! Nobody can deny that, like holy shit. Even with the stupid ‘girlfriend’ issue, I’m not buying that. Come on, the chemistry is THERE, it’s impossible to deny! It’s so clear in chapter 10 and on their own small journey when they separate from the guys on chapter 13. It’s EVERYWHERE.

Bbbbut, I don’t agree on the WHERE you see it, anon. I’m not rejecting what you offer, but I do would like to clarify or to give away my opinion on what Gladio was feeling, thinking, and why he acted like that. This is, of course, if you don’t mind. I just really like the psychological side of any story I read/play, and while your entry had me smiling and nodding, I can’t fully agree with the overall view you’re offering. And not that it’s wrong; I just see it from many other angles that make it a bit wider.

I don’t think Gladio snapped out at Noctis and raged at him for what happened to Ignis (which wasn’t Noctis’ fault, let’s comprehend). At least, not only because of that.

That Gladio shows to stay cool and not bothered at the events you list doesn’t necessarily mean he doesn’t care, or that it doesn’t bother him enough to make him snap out, or that they were less bad than what happened in Altissia.

That you don’t react to something in the same second it happens doesn’t mean you don’t care, sometimes it just means it’s hurt so deep inside you that your mind literally can’t finish to understand it happened at all.

Or, simply, that you’re not letting yourself feel it.

Imagine you have spent 23 years of life hearing everywhere and from everyone’s mouth that your only task is to serve the guy that’s your best friend and brother of other blood. That you live for him. Imagine you’re asked to escort him some place, and then find out he’s in danger.He’s your priority. He’s the only thing you live for.He’s priority from over your own feelings and choices and needs.

Gladio knows his job. Despite how playful he can show himself to be, he’s incredibly mature and he knows what his duty asks of him. He dared face a god of war only to become better in what he does in life, only for Noctis’ sake.

Gladio knows his homeland and the place he loves was taken over and destroyed and that he’s probably not ever going back. He’s slapped in the face with the understanding that his father died. There’s the doubt of whether his sister survived or if she’s currently a pile of ashes or a corpse. And he knows war is lost.All at the same time.

He learns ALL OF THAT at the same time, at the same second. Imagine you receive those news. The shock must be unbearable. The shock must be so great you may possibly not even react at all because it’s too much to be real. That’s why the guys need to go see it themselves, it’s just too much to handle.

Now, we see Noctis break down at the news and rage and get depressed and flail all over the place….Because he can.

Because, even though he knows his duty and role in life and what he has to do, he doesn’t serve anyone, like his friends do.

Ignis, Gladio and Prompto must have been as hurt and desperate as Noctis, but there’s a difference never told but still understood: they all are meant and literally tasked to aid him, and he’s only tasked to go marry someone. Whether we like the sound of it or not, Noctis is a prince that’s served and the guys serve the prince, that’s how the world goes. They do it proudly and happily but they still serve, int he extent of the word.

I dare say Gladio must have been the one to handle the news much, much, by far much more heavily than Ignis or Prompto.

Ignis seems to only have his uncle for family, and while Prompto does have his parents, his relationship is poor with them. So their affectation is mostly on Niflheim taking over Lucis. Gladio, on his side, has THAT affectation plus the complete, full awareness that his dad has died. The king never dies before his Shield. And Regis is dead. Which must have hit Gladio like a bolt: Clarus is dead. Dead. His father. His only father. His family. His dad.

And to that point he still doesn’t know whether Iris survived or not. Handling losing your homeland in a war is heavy, then add losing your beloved father, and add the possibility of your dead little princess, my god.

…but then he decides to bottle it all up.

Gladio knows his job, I repeat. He’s mature. He knows very well what he has to do. And that is to aid Noctis. To help him become stronger and much more aware of what he has to do. Guide him. Protect him. The situation desperately needs for the three of them to guide and push and hurry Noctis on his task, on his destiny.

Right now the only thing that matters is Noctis. Not his feelings.They are obstacles.

We know they’re not, but that’s how Gladio sees that, how anyone in his position and with his knowledge must see. Ignis does that, too. Even Prompto. They all never show themselves bothered not because they don’t care but because they know that mourning right now is useless and that the only thing that’s important is to continue the journey and do something, work, fight and win. Not mourn; that can wait.

So Gladio just bottles it. Except I think, for the things listed above, that he has quite some particular reasons to be upset. But he bottles it and bottles it.

And he insists on doing that to the point the glass is already full but even then he goes against logic and doesn’t let it spill because he can’t allow himself to feel and let it all out, not when his king needs him.

But then Altissia happens.

Imagine that you’ve spent 23 years of life training and working every single day of your life, every…single…one…just to be the strongest and the best on your duty that’s literally protecting somebody else. Imagine you’ve spent 23 years with the only purpose in life of protecting someone. Literally.Imagine you went through a trial of a GOD and defeated him only to become better at your duty, that is, again, only and literally protecting somebody else.

And then find out that your best friend was majorly injured and lost his sight. In the same battle you were in.

And then go through a day in which the person you sworn to protect was barely found alive and is in a coma state, that the important Oracle is dead, that half the country was destroyed, and that the man and friend that understands you best was found barely, vaguely alive, unconscious, bleeding, agonizing and with this huge burn/injury on the eye and wakes up goddamn fucking blind.

Imagine one of your dearest, if not the dearest friend (Noct is more like a lil bro) goes through that….

While you came out of the fight entirely unharmed.

Dude, I want you to imagine how it must feel. To know you did your best, yet this was the outcome. All your friends harmed, one dead, the other barely alive and waking up to become only half-a-life (we know it gets better in the future, but in the immediate present, Ignis IS losing a major/huge part of himself, seen as half/all the things he used to do/enjoyed were all related/needing of his sight).

There’s a bottle already past full of rage and sadness inside him, this was the very, very, very last drop to spill it. Problem is, it was not a drop, it was a FUCKING CASCADE.

Gladio’s strong, but he’s a human, too. And he, like any of us, has his limits. And I think that,by this point of the story, he’s gone further the limits of his limits, already. And he…as the human he is…merely exploded.

I’ve shared this in other similar posts and I repeat it here: in psychology, in school, I once learned that anger is only a mask for sadness, which, at its time, is a mask for fear.

That Gladio snaps out at Noctis is not necessarily Gladio blaming Noctis for what happens to Ignis and raging over only that.That Gladio snaps out at Noctis is only Gladio’s excuse.

You know these moments when you bottle something up, somebody does or says something, and you snap out at them maybe a bit unnecessarily?

Like, maybe the boss fired you, the bus was late, it rained on you, they robbed your clock and wallet, and when you finally get home, your mom accidentally moved your computer from this room to the other…And suddenly you’re raging over that last fact.

And you’re maybe snapping out at your mom, and you go nuts because “how could you do something so stupid, you know I like my things to be where I leave them, it was connected to the light because it was on and now it’s off and blah blah bla”.

It’s stupid. You’re raging over a stupidity, a small thing. But you can’t stop. You know why? You’re not raging at your stuff being moved.You’re raging at everything that happened earlier, all the major stuff. The last event is only your excuse. You’re taking the first thing that maddens you to scream at it and to yell at it and to cry at it not because THAT caused it, only because THAT is offering you an excuse to let all the previous things out.

This is the very same thing with Gladio.

He’s not raging only at the fact that Noctis can’t stop being sad or that he’s “not showing any care about Ignis”, he’s raging at EVERYTHING. Everything, from Insomnia’s fall and his dad’s death to Ignis’ injury and almost death, added the more self-centered fact that Gladio let that happen to Ignis when he had worked so hard to become the best Shield ever.

Imagine you’re meant to protect people, yet somebody you love almost dies in front of you while you’re completely unharmed.Gladio’s not only suffering Ignis’ injury, he’s suffering some sort of personal break of his idea of himself.He knew himself something, but the events at Altissia could or not may have had him take the blame to himself. Imagine you know yourself the best Shield ever, then look behind you and see all this death and your dearest people injured and bleeding and barely breathing, and you’re standing there…like, the enemy didn’t even pay attention to you, like you’re useless, like you’re not there and just went past you and killed them all.They went past him. Like he was not there.Like he’s an intangible shield.A shield that is not a shield.A shield that isn’t there.And realize that if a shield isn’t there when YOU are supposed to be one…Then what are you?

I don’t deny that chapter 10 and ahead and the treatment Gladio offers to Ignis all over it is partly to blame on why I adore Gladnis and see it as almost-canon.

But I don’t think that it’s what happened to Ignis what made Gladio rage like he did.

Of course, I’m not saying that Gladio doesn’t care about Ignis. It’s most obvious he does, even during the events of the past traveling with a healthy 22 y.o. Ignis, Gladio’s constantly showing how much he particularly cares about him. Sometimes it even feels like he talks more about Ignis than he does about Noctis. The events of Altissia must have made him completely rage, but I don’t think it was only THAT.

It’s not that Gladio prefers Ignis over Noctis. It’s that Noctis was Gladio’s psychological “drop of water that spilled the glass”, and Ignis’ injury only happened to be the nearest major event, the closet chronologically to Gladio’s outburst. Gladio knows Noctis comes before anything else, but he’s a human, and he simply could not help but finally explode after bottling up months of major event after major even after major event being crowned by not only having your dearest friend majorly injured and eternally handicapped, but to most possibly have also seen him almost die.

…-deep breath-

Phew.

….

Still, I can’t deny that I love the way Gladio behaves with Ignis post-Altissia. It’s overprotective and so careful. I love it, hahaha. Nobody can tell me Gladnis isn’t canon, either, the chemistry is always there no matter which point of the game you’re playing!

#gladio's psychology #analysis #damn right you're the best moon raccoon #thanks moon raccoon that's so nice from you #*high fives self*#gladio #post chapter 9 #post leviathan #spoilers

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overclocked-oilhouse-blog · 8 years ago

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"Lil Speedy. Hey hey. Speedy."

Raptor had snuck up on Warpspeed and was now gently pinching and tugging at the flared fins on his helm.

"Dude."

Warpspeed's one working optic flickers back online, and he shakes his head. "B-buh? Huh?"

He was spacing out.

He swats at the larger bot's invasive servos and frowns, "What what what?"

"So ya know how we been scopin' out tha ruins of old Gygax? And clearin' the garbage away and fixin' up buildings?"

Her brow ridges were high and curved in pointed excitement.

He frowns, sort of leaning away from Raptor. When Raptor's excited, she swings and moves around quickly, and he doesn't want to get caught up in that.

"Yyyeah?"

"Dude!" as expected, her arms shot forward in an excited gesture, "We uncovered an old oil house. And it's actually not in bad shape??" Her elbows bent and she sliced her hands through the air in the shape of the building.

"Like all its walls are still up. It's messy and needs new windows and stuff, but it won't be all that hard ta get it inta workin' shape again!"

She looked like she was waiting for him to hoot and holler in celebration.

Warpspeed flinches when Raptor starts gesturing, taking a few steps back, smirking-- despite the dangerous nature of Raptor's flailing arms, he couldn't help but grin at her excitement.

"Really?" He laughs. He's in thought for a moment, before, "Uh, wouldn't we have to talk to someone about, you know, running a place like that?"

Cybertron's well on it's way to becoming a nice, hospitable place, but it's still very... military? Kind of a no-fun-allowed kind of place... Very... Ultra-y Magnus-y...

She pauses, her expression clearly sliding down her face at the realization.

"I mean, I guess? Maybe?" She crossed her arms, looking thoughtful. "Magnus is kinda in charge, and I don't suppose he cares too much about frivolities, but..." She put her hands on her hips, now, looking determined.

"Dude I know we could make a good argument. And I bet you anythin' I could get Bulk and Smokee on our side, at least, if not everybot else."

Seems like she's already including Warpy in the 'pro-pub' side of things.

Warpspeed grins when Raptor's face falls, and raises an eyebrow when she gets plucky again, "You can make a good argument, huh?"

He chuckles, "Okay, I'll come with, just to hear this argument. Consider me... out of firing range."

"Whaaaaat, are you kidding!" She sunk a bit, her knees bending and her arms hanging low, looking deflated.

"How can you not be all about this!? A place ta relax, a place ta party! A place ta meet all tha new mechs who come on home! A place of frivolity and silliness and great drinks??"

"And just where," Came Ultra Magnus' dissaproving rumble, causing Rappy to spin around like a turbofox caught in a trap, "in this solar system would you even find such a place to waste your time?"

While Rappy had been babbling, he had come up behind them, arms crossed and glare stern.

"Ah." Rappy cleared her pipes and stood up straight. "Well! Sir! We actually found a place, already! It just needsa be refurbished, is all!” She's, of course, holding her arm out to include Warpy in this, expecting to at least touch Warpspeed's helm reassuringly. When she doesn't, a quick glance confirms the little weasel puttering away in his altmode, turning a corner and out of view.

Out of firing range.

YouFraggingSlagSlurper.

She stood up straight, cleared her pipes again, and laced her fingers, looking up at Magnus as calmly and seriously as her silly self could be.

"You want to build an oilhouse?" Magnus continued, not currently bothered with the absconding scooter. "Don't you think perhaps other, more important types of buildings ought to take precidence? Hospitals? Residential suites..?"

"Of course, dud- Sir," she answered, "But I mean - That's already bein' worked on, innit? Bee n' Bulk and Doc Knockers are workin' on that stuff over back in New Praxus, right?"

He still didn't look particularly convinced. He also looked annoyed that, no matter how many times he'd corrected her in previous conversations, she still used such unproffessional names when regarding her fellow officers.

"Annnd, I mean," Rappy went on, hoping to get her argument out before he had a chance to interject and decline, "More n' more folks are gonna start showin' up, ya know. And yeah, it's important ta get our work done. But ain't nobody can work good if'n they don't take it easy once in a while. Right? We don't wanna break ourselves while tryna fix the planet, right? Bots need a place fer... Recreation?"

"And uh - Warpspeed agrees with me, sir!" She said, a little more loudly. Since he's not here to correct her, or anything. "and - and I'm sure if I could ask tha rest of tha team, everybot would like the idea!"

She waited, hands clenched and spark pulsing, watching him turn the idea over in his processors...

--=--

Warpspeed putters up to the uncovered oil house, behind Raptor, who's standing in front of it. Sure, he felt kind of bad for leaving her to her fate, but, he reeeaaallyyyy doesn't like dealing with Ultra Magnus. That guy stresses him out.

He transforms and smirks as he pulls behind the tall femme, "Yo. How'd it go?"

She turned to glower down at him, her fists on her hips.

"Eh! Git outta here, yer not invited, ya deserter. You don't deserve ta party with me." She turned away, but only because she couldn't stop herself from grinning while she was trying to be irritated at him. "...snrk."

Warpspeed frowns for a moment, then shrugs, letting out a short snicker, "Alright, fine. I come to help for once in my life... Good luck turning this to a clinic or whatever."

He transforms again.

"You piece-a aft scrap!!" She squeals, whipping around and grabbing his handlebars hastily.

Warpspeed's wheels skid on the ground before he transforms again, turning and smiling-- he wasn't really planning on leaving.

"Duuuude come on!!"

She squatted next to him, looking at him a bit shrewdly.

"...You really wanna help? coz... Then... It could happen. Magnus gave me permission ta do whatever, since I's was already workin' on this area anyway..."

"Cool. What do I do?"

She was a little taken aback with his sudden desire to help, but she stood up straight and smiled as she turned.

"Okay... ok. Uhmmm..."

She started to approach the building. It was a bit on the larger side, in order to fit an average of larger bots, probably between 35-45 ft tall. Once inside, though, it was clear there had been setups specifically for seating areas for smaller mecha as well.

"I mean, first thing's first, all this dust n' debris gotta be taken out... and these windows replaced..."

She pushed some mangled furniature aside with her pede to start a sort of pile.

"You... both of us, really... will prolly hafta spend some time takin' a load of scrap back to the main camp so Bulk n' Knockers can make use of it..."

Warpspeed crossed his arms, "Okay, clear out the mess, take it to camp. That's it?"

Warpspeed likes to get the whole plan all at once-- kinda of annoying, since Raptor tends to babble on, as well as these kind of things can uncover problems that would add more work.

They're technically ruins, dude, we don't know what we'll find...

"I mean, fer now," She said, a little sassily. "Hopefully after that we can resupply and get some tools ta give this place a proper deep cleanin' and then start actually restockin' the juice!"

She clapped and rubbed her hands together, looking determined.

"... What should we call this place...?"

#drabble #warpspeed #raptor #long post #And thus; The Overclocked Oilhouse was developed!

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werepeach--archive-blog · 8 years ago

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tbh i was inspired by a post kappy made to make this and if i still had that posti’d link it bc it’s wonderful but,

my muse’s typing styles? a guide?? ?

aster - doesn’t appear to but does indeed have a very deliberate typing style. usually quite eloquent and has a steady vocabulary but sometimes mssieppells words for humor’s sake, or randomly Capitalizes them. plenty of irish/british slang, mate. cannot physically lie so finds ways to stretch the truth as much as they possibly can without being technically dishonest

dmitry- no capitals. no exclamation points. no emotes. we die like emotionally repressed men. well, sometimes capitals, exclamation points, and emotes. (BUT ONLY WHEN WE’RE REALLY EXCITED OR TAKEN BACK! :D) uses “like”.... like, a stereotypical teenage girl would, like, you know? ends at least 25% of his sentences with “idk” so his apathetic mask keeps up. the sarcasm train.

thomas/emmanuel - typing style very similar to dmitry’s. but much more assured and absolute. never uses emotes (except to make fun), and exclamation points are a rarity. excellent grammar and syntax.

alex- just.... kind of types like this. you know, dude. you know? calls everyone “dude, man, bro”. very relaxed, sometimes uses emotes but usually? nah. says “nah” instead of “no” btw and “ain’t”s and “y’all”s make appearances sometimes because of the american influence around him, especially mcbuffstrong. WHEN EXCITED SWITCHES TO ALL CAPS AND LOVES TO BOLD AND HIGHLIGHT EVERYTHING!!!!!

sophia - nvr left 2009 txt speak bhind. doesnt bother w any sort of formulaic typing style bc she just cant be bothered. doesnt end a lot of her words w the g they need (gettin/fighting/sayin). n if that aint all she uses “n” instead of “and”, n “b” instead of “be”

marcellus - typing style isn’t very consistent, thanks to brain weird stuff. has a habit of repeating words and phrases as a habit, also thx to brain weird stuff. sometimes uses txt speak, but not usually. everyone is collectively a “y’all” and the word “because�� doesn’t exist in any form, it’s bc/cuz/coz

jo - spspelling ? ? hahaha ... .. that’s for immaturee baby lose..s..rs..... lots of missppelled words because of shakaky hands that she cant’t be bothered to fixed, so jsut constantlyl cry typing. all her emotes looosk like this :+( on rare blue moons, you can catch her exercising her lexicon to it’s full potential, but for the majority of the time... thsi isn’ttthe case

evelyn - fairly posh. rarely capitalizes, but always uses correct punctuation. has a habit of beginning replies with “well” and “ah”. quite a fan of adverbs, and uses “lol.” and “lmao.” completely unironically. very fond of terms of endearment, darling.

teddy - gosh!! :D just always excited about everything!! tends to squish words together, with lotsa love! never a darn swear (except for maybe sometimes, ssshhh), you is “ya” and little is “lil”.

cheese - Proper grammar, capitalization, and punctuation are all musts. He has the most simple and predictable typing style. Refers to younger people that he’s affectionate towards as “kid, son, mijo,” ect.

young cheese - no fucking grammar, no fucking capitalization, and no punctuation except to make it seem like he’s yelling or to put a break between sentences!!!! but even then run on sentences happen just way too fucking much yknow? would be prone to using spanish on his blog if i knew more of it

kaede - Wow! Another pretty easy typing style to keep up with. Barely touches emotes, but loves putting exclamation points at the end of things for that little bit of emphasis!

jean - a lot of exclamation points!!!! and emotes like this --> ^____^ also fond of repetition and ellipses.... for dramatic effect. not very well developed yet, needs time. U_U

izzy - good punctuation and grammar, loves to ironically end sentences with “lol” or “lmao”! slings “haha”s in there, but he’s never really laughing. curses for fucking emphasis, and likes to use silly sounding words to lessen the effects of any rootin’ tootin’ points he’s making. haha!

#x ooc

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