#crazy ass husbands gang

[slasherscream]

Hello Bee! First I want to say that I really love your writing and your characterization of the characters. I've read so much of your stuff over and over again, it's so good! Thank you so much for writing it all!

Secondly, I wanted to make a request. Sorry if this sounds dumb, but could you please make a crazy ass husbands with an artisitic s/o? Like someone who may not necessarily create art, but is really passionate about like painting, and music, and just all the types of art? I saw you added Vincent Sinclair and thought of this 😄.

If not its fine, I still want you to know that I adore and enjoy your writing! Well wishes! 🩷🩷

Qimir (the acolyte) - Qimir likes the way you get carried away by music. The way you close your eyes when you walk into a cantina and musicians are playing. The little songs you hum to yourself when you’re piloting the ship, or fixing something. Music awakens something in your soul. You feel it deeply. Love songs and tragic laments alike light a fire in you. Every now and again he’ll have the two of you go to planets known for their music, their unique sounds, and singing styles. It’s always under a false pretense. The training or mission he sends you on are usually extra grueling before you’re given your “reward”. Otherwise, he feels like a slave to the whims of your joy. What wouldn’t he do to see you smile? To relish your little gasp the first time you hear a new instrument or song? He likes to reach out, using the connection you two share, and feel what you feel. He’s so glad he freed you from your shackles of repression. The way you indulge your passion is beautiful. 

Norman Bates - You’ve always loved flowers. The first thought you had about the motel was that it needed some nice flowers outside. You’ve traveled the country, visiting all sorts of gardens. It’s an odd hobby, but one you chased relentlessly. Until you met Norman, and settled into the hotel with him. But eventually you start to crave those gardens again, so you decide for the first time not to just admire gardens, but to cultivate one. There are a few false starts. Miserable failures. Mixed successes. But Norman is encouraging every step of the way, and eventually your little motel begins to shine. Ivy creeping up trellises you place against the house. Roses, peonies, lavender, poppies. All in ranges of colors and sizes. You repaint the motel when it begins to look shabby in comparison to the garden blooming around it. For the first time the motel starts to look… welcoming. Like a true home. People in town begin to stop by and spend the night just so they can have breakfast in the garden the next morning. People propose to each other at the Bates Motel. Get married there. Honeymoon. Have the celebrations for their baby’s christening among all your flowers and saplings. Norman doesn’t have a green thumb, but he brings you lemonade and kisses your cheek and thanks you earnestly for bringing color and life into his world. 

Hannibal Lecter - This is one of the ways you and Hannibal bond. You could talk about art for hours together. He’s a wonderful conversationalist, and your raw passion for the topic makes it so that you always have something new to say to one another. Date nights consist of going to art galleries for big and small artists. Something about being in one another’s presence sweetens the art itself. Hannibal often surprises you with trips to other countries just so you can go to their art museums and partake in new art scenes. Money is a small thing to Hannibal. The conversations you have about art? Those are priceless. 

Shane Walsh - He’s never been too interested in the arts. Not before the end of the world and certainly not after it. The only art that matters now is the art of survival. He tells you this often. Tells you to look to the future. Focus on surviving the day. On perfecting the skills he tries to teach you, day in and day out, so even if he’s gone, you’ll be okay. But you make him soft. For all that he bitches, he’s always giving in. Always looking to keep you alive, yes. But he wants you to be happy too. So he takes detours, and looks for libraries and bookstores that are beginning to cave in on themselves and smell of rotten pages and wood. He’s risked entire hoards of walkers to retrieve a book he knew was your favorite. He doesn’t mind when precious bag space is taken up by whatever paperbacks you can get your hands on. One day he might find a town that he likes enough and decide to go through the trouble of turning a library into a home for you. It will be well fortified, and he won’t like how many entry and exit points it might have. But he’d love to see you in your element, surrounded by what you love. 

V (from V for Vendetta) - So much art has been ruthlessly crushed beneath the boot of the fascist government you live under. Admiring the arts, any form of it, is like trying to hold sand in your hands. Your grip grows ever more desperate to hold onto anything. But there is no rhyme or reason to what is outlawed or taken away. Little bits of your soul are chipped away, with each new restriction, with each new burning or banning. Until V whisks you away to his hideout, and suddenly the world is made anew again. You are surrounded by art, art you didn’t even know existed. Things you couldn’t imagine in your wildest dreams. You inhale everything the gallery has to offer. You feel nearly gluttonous. In each room there is something new to see, hear, read. A feast for your senses anywhere you turn. You feel alive for the first time in years, maybe ever. V, in turn, feels his own form of gluttony. He cherishes every bit of delight he brings to your world. He feels like the worst kind of miser. The lowest of villains. What could be more precious than your smile? Or your laughter? Nothing. And by keeping you here, with him, he deprives the world of you and all you have to offer. But the world isn’t kind to precious things. So he keeps you like all the other treasures of this world. Hidden. Safe. Loved. 

Candyman - You collect book nook shelf inserts. Your home is covered in shelves, just to fit them. You have more book nooks than you do books separating them. Daniel is charmed to death by the collection. By the tender, diligent way you take care of them all. You spend hours of your week dusting. Fiddling. Making tiny adjustments. There must be something meditative about it, because you never complain. The joy he felt whenever he held a paintbrush is the same joy that flashes across your face when you open a new kit. He watches you assemble your precious, miniature worlds and ask you quiet questions, every now and again. He doesn’t want to break you from the beautiful trance you fall into, but he loves to peek into your mind. “What drew you to this scene, my love?” / “This one has an enchanting gloom to it. You have such an eye for art.” / “This one looks especially fragile, you might have to be more gentle, love.” He enjoys watching you lose yourself in your hobby. He loves the way you are unashamed in your joy. How you take pride in this work. You curl up into his side, after you’ve spent hours assembling one of your nooks, and the two of you will stare at it in all its completed glory. 

Robert Neville (I Am Legend) - At first he thought you were a hallucination. He’d been hearing things more often. Seeing things too. The human mind wasn’t built for isolation, as a scientist he was well aware of that. He tries to compensate as best he can. With his mannequins. With entertainment. By focusing on his research. He only has to stay sane long enough to fix the world he couldn’t save. That’s all. But then he sees you, while he’s hunting. The sun is still high in the sky, and you don’t move like a dark seeker. You’re cautious, slow. You also don’t move like a hallucination. You don’t really look like one either. He almost doesn’t approach you, afraid he’ll discover you were a mirage. He follows you all day long, until the sun is getting too low for comfort. Then Robert approaches you, fumbling through the obvious (it isn’t safe out here), barely remembering to introduce himself because people have names. Hoping desperately that you’ll trust a strange man instead of taking your chances with the dark. But the entire time he talks to you his eyes keep drifting to all the jewelry you’re wearing. Earrings. Bracelets. Necklaces. Rings. They glint in the light. Hypnotizing in their imperfections and intricacies. You move into his home, but you two drift around each other like ghosts. You’ve been alone so long, the both of you. You dreamed of meeting another living person. But faced with the reality of it, you’re overwhelmed. Until one night after dinner he finds you in the living room, making more of your jewelry. Slow and careful. He asks you about it, and you tell him it kept you sane while you were alone. Made you feel human. Then you look up at him, and he freezes under your gaze. (It’s been so long since he’s looked into someone’s eyes. It almost hurts. He can’t imagine ever looking away.) You ask him what kept him human. He’s not sure he still is. But he moves to sit beside you on the floor, hands you beads, and tells you he's been pretty fond of movies lately. 

Lestat De Lioncourt - You were a tailor in life, before he turned you. In death, in this eternity he’s given you, fabric is nearly your religion. With your vampiric eyes, you see even the tiniest flaw in stitching. All colors look more vibrant. The world looks more alive. Even though you can never see the way certain fabrics and colors catch the light of the sun, moonlight and starlight can be just as beautiful. You drag him to fashion shows in order to soak in the new styles, and cuts of clothing. You are as endeared by couture as you are the various counter cultures that arise throughout the decades you spend together. You spend exorbitant amounts of money on the finest bolts of cloth and thread. Sewing and tailoring and designing can be done entirely on your own. In fact, you’d probably be done quicker if you were just left to your work. But Lestat gets lonely when you lock yourself up in your work room for days on end. He likes to drape himself against your back, push himself into your side. Trail teasing fingers up your arm, to see if he can get your ever steady hands to falter (he cannot.) Looking over your shoulders and seeing what latest fashion has caught your eye is his hobby. You don’t mind the company of your muse. Sometimes you even sit him in front of you as you sew, and let the sound of him talking guide your needle and thread. He hardly wears anything you don’t make. Not only is your work superior, but every piece is made of love. 

Abe Sapien - You love everything about movies. How they’re made. Sound design. Light design. Set design. The difference between digital and film cameras. Abe was caught in your orbit the minute you were recruited. Talking to you, trying to form a connection, however, did not come as easy. Awkward nods as you passed one another in the hall. Stilted, dry conversation as you ate lunch at the same tables. It was enough to drive him mad. He didn’t know why he alone was unable to form any sort of acquaintanceship with you (especially when he wanted far more than that). This all changed during movie night. You were watching the voted on film play out on screen, entranced by every individual frame, it seemed. He’d never seen anyone smile so fetchingly, or blink so little. He bravely, and quietly, asked if you were enjoying the film. You began to eagerly whisper to him all sorts of details about how the film was made, the difference between the final product and script. Apparently, it was one of your favorites. With one conversation, the bridge between you two was crossed. Abe had been so caught up in enjoying literature, he hadn't explored much of the diverse realm of cinema. Happily, you appointed yourself the esteemed position as his guide. Somewhere between sharing your tastes, late night discussions, and dry eyes from sleepless nights, you leaned over to kiss him. He kissed you back, and you both forgot all about movies for a little while. 

Vincent Sinclair - You were an avid admirer of sculptures. You went to museums, and had to curl your hands into fists to resist the urge to reach out and touch the statues. There was something so beautiful about someone taking the time to carve human shapes out of stone and earth. To make marble resemble fabric as delicate as silk. It was breathtaking to you, really. Until you came across the House of Wax, you hadn’t really thought of wax as a means to make sculptures. Instantly, you are captivated. You forget that your car is being “repaired”, so closely do you look at every sculpture. You admire each one from several angles, for long periods of time, face giving away nothing. Vincent watches you, wanting to know what you’re thinking about his art so desperately he feels as if he’ll die. He interrupts Bo from the preparations to kill you and makes him ask you questions. Bo asks each one through gritted teeth, irritated to be playing a game of telephone, but even he is a little charmed by your thoughtful answers. When Vincent insists on not killing you Bo just shakes his head and washes his hands of the situation. You fall asleep in the town’s only motel, but when you wake up you’re in Vincent’s workshop. You’ll be able to admire his art for as long as you like now. 

Joel Miller - You tell him stories. You’re an avid collector of them. Wherever you go, you collect a story from someone. Sometimes they’re fantastical. Some myth or aesop fables that will be lost to the sands of time and the chaos of the apocalypse within just one more generation (if humanity makes it that long.) Other times they’re heartbreakingly real. The taste of an apple pie someone’s grandmother used to make for them. The memory of someone trying on their wedding dress for the first time. You have a way about you. It’s your eyes. The warmth in them. The understanding. Even after so many years of survival and fighting, you possess an empathy that should have gotten you killed by now. Instead you’re the keeper of people’s stories. You’ll be riding side by side on your horses, and Joel won’t sense any danger nearby, so he’ll say the magic words: You got a story for me today, L/N? And you always do. The sound of your voice keeps his head quiet. 

A/N: i blushed bugs bunny curled ears style. thank you for the compliments, made my day! i think yours is the first crazy ass husbands gang request i’ve written! if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writer's fuel is engagement. Xoxoxo

[hamilando]

ੈ✩ my muse (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : max verstappen x fem reader

summary : the chaotic private account of an artistic soul 💫

tw : fluff, a little chaos, suggestive

a/n : So this was requested anonymously, so if you are seeing this, Hope you like it 💫

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maxwife the italian view 💫 one for the day ☀️ one for the night 🌝

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albono you stare at him, he stares at the podium ✊🏻

max1 stop being sour about driving a cart

lordperceval your just lucky you have a good car

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maxwife the only way you are staying at Mercedes is if you bang Toto 😮‍💨

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maxwife Toto follows me -

hamsandwich WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET 40 YEAR OLD FOLLOW YOU! norizz and you are what- 18 ?

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maxwife I was joking - fransisca.gnomes it's alright y/n, they all have a thing for Toto

totomercedes everyone, I am married and do not harbour any feelings for the same gender with all due respect

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maxwife can. everyone. stop. simping. over. toto.

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lordperceval yet we drive each other crazy @ max1 max1 ���💌

maxwife yall are banned, that's it, OUT 🤺

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maxwife the muse and the art 💫

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max1 she gifted me the painting y’all

max1 I won in life 😙😌

alexmiuex love, we need to visit the museums together 🫶🏻

maxwife let’s ditch the men species carmenvroom count me in ✊🏻 fransisca.gnomes me too 🫶🏻😗

pierreneedsgas for gods sake, keep you wife away from mine

norriz did I miss something -

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pierreneedsgas ITS OUT NOW, I SHOULD JUST TELL IT

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pierreneedsgas STOP ALEX ALBON

fransiscka.gnomes amour ❤️ ?

pierreneedsgas well, I wanted to do this in person, but ig my mouth spoiled it

pierreneedsgas Happy April’s Fool day 😊

maxwife that’s it, YALL ARE OUT INCLUDING MY HUSBAND

fransisca.gnomes girls, number 44

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carmenvroom ignore the real number 44

lordperceval Pierre, Alexandra just left the house

albono so did lily … max1 so did this account user

maxwife I have a name

max1 you are the love of my life, the reason I look forward to every day, the muse and the thrill to win each and every race max1 if you were not there, I would have not survived the lowest of my life max1 I want you to know that whatever I may say, I hold you above anyone else, and if needed, I would die for you without anything asked maxwife I am crying now 🥹 I love you so much my wdc ❤️ Pierre, take tips pierreneedsgas yes ma’am 🫡

[dragonflyght-rising]

MORTAL CLANSFOLK

Eichurin - Flesh

Starswallow - Nebraska

Vulture - Calanthe

DEITIES

Summer - Thunderstorm

Messenger - Dignity

[sickvictorianangel]

My "hot takes" about RDR2:

All the characters are well written, complex and well played. But that doesn't mean I need to like every one of them or defend them.

We all love John because of own bias (thanks to RDR1). His only redeemable point is after the end of the Epilogue. This man was irresponsible, a deadbeat, didn't listen to Abigail even at the end and caused his own death, leaving Abigail and Jack alone.

Abigail, Mary-Beth, Karen, Tilly and Sadie are the best women in the whole game and I will always stand up for them. Abigail fought for her son with teeth and nails, she always did her best for the ones she loved. Mary-Beth, Karen and Tilly were soulmates, who always defended each other and had each other's back all the time. They stood up for themselves many many times and were a girls girl. Being there for Abigail all the time when Jack was kidnapped and trying to pull Karen out of the hole she was burying herself. And of course, Sadie was a strong woman. She didn't just devote herself to avenge her late husband, but she devoted her time to stand up and move on. She was loyal to Arthur and such a good friend to Abigail, John and Charles. Her loyalty carried the love she felt even when the people she loved died.

Which also brings me to: I will always defend Molly! She abandoned everything she was and had for a narcissist that stole her youth and will to live. She tried to salvage her broken "relationship" in every way she could, always receiving the bad hand of Dutch's attitude. In the end, dying trying to show her feelings that were constantly dismissed. Molly deserved better.

Susan Grimshaw wasn't a bad woman, she lived for the well being of the gang and loyalty to Dutch. She was hard and cold, but because she learned that was the only way for survival. She died being loyal to the Van Der Linde gang. She died siding with Arthur and John.

Reverend Swanson was a sick man. Addiction is a disease! I will always love that man and defend him. And in the end, he also reached his redemption.

Hosea was the glue that kept everyone together, the gang only existed for so long and succeeded because of him. Until Dutch's ego talked louder and louder, putting everyone in such a fragile position that ended up taking his own life.

No, Dutch didn't get crazy. Dutch was always a narcissist and didn't want to carry the responsibility of his actions, always blaming everyone and pointing fingers around trying to frame someone for the downfall of the gang. For him to be happy and satisfied, you had to side with him and his decision no matter how crazy they were. Micah was just a mirror for his own actions to come to life. Making Arthur and John question if that was a "new Dutch" or if he was already like that. And don't make me even talk about how this man became a whole rap!st in RDR1.

Mary is a complex character and necessary for Arthur's growth. But, Mary is just a rich woman from the 1800s. The way she treated the other girls from the gang with such disdain, treating them like they were inferior? Fuck you, girl. She was always a red flag for me for the simple fact that Karen, Mary-Beth and Tilly didn't like her at all. Only Abigail talking positive about her once. And no, I don't care that she "used Arthur" lmao That part is extremely important to Arthur's path of redemption, so get over that already (to all the annoying men in the fandom).

Charles, Lenny and Kieran are literal angels. Victims of their circumstances but acted with honor till the end of everything. Always ready to help. I've never seen these boys harassing anyone.

Javier was blind loyal, his ideals weren't real and depended on Dutch's empty words to hold it. When everything fell apart, Javier became the opposite of what he preached so much.

Bill was never a good person. Bill was a big drunk bully. He was always a coward, even before RDR1. His loyalty was with some of the members of the gang (as long as they were white... Tilly got his ass during the stagecoach mission and I love that).

Arthur is one of the best written characters I've ever seen. We see someone who was hurt since a child, who was forced to become a "hard man" by every person in his life. He was made to believe by everyone that he was just a strong and ugly motherfucker, whose only use was to do someone's dirty work. But in reality, he was soft. Arthur was an artist, and the people that actually knew that soft side of him, knew how reliable he was. His redemption story is actually beautiful. Arthur is the base of the gang and the pivotal point in the story. His actions and sacrifice started a butterfly effect so strong that it change the course of everyone's life.

And to end this huge mountain of nothing lol I just wanna say that those are MY OWN OPINIONS. I love that game so much and I hope we can see even more of the whole gang and other characters some day again.

[11queensupreme11]

Hi my dumbass forgot to attach two percy memes to the first ask so lol here ya go

Percy in the baby!AU zooming her way out of atlantis:

now here's our creepy unc and daddyseidon 💙

Hades and the gang during chapter 34:

Im sooo curious on daddyseidon’s mental state rn because we all know that that guy’s already crazy af, an absolute lunatic. And now his first and only love got snatched by 2 gods – one being someone he respects(ed), the other a lil goofy dog – and then in the future, not only would his loony ass nephew also get to be her husband, but also a DEMIGOD (not just a demigod, but an OUTER GOD), and also the guy that literally fucked a horse, AND beelzebub, the very same god HE accepted to be percy’s nanny 😭 I am legit scared to think what’s going on in his mind rn oml 😭 Next up are anubis and cu!

THE FUCKING MATH MEME WAIT UR SUCH A GENIUS

WHY DID I NEVER THINK OF USING THAT MEME BEFORE AJHSFGAS

IT WORKS SO PERFECTLY THANK YOU FOR MAKING THAT 😭😭😭😭

and the last two, i was like "wait, did you accidentally send it twice???" until i saw the caption 💀 so true, poseidon would hate your guts if you hate or love percy, there's no winning with him 😭

also i love how you drew demeter, she's so hot and persephone's adorable 🥰 absolute menaces those two, but they're good looking and they gave us percades so who cares 🤪

[hellpersonnnn666]

Dating Patrick Hockstetter hc

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Y'all match pfp together on everywhere I feel like it would like chucky and Tiffany

Pretty much it's well know that you are dating Patrick you would sit on his lap or kiss him publicly once there was a rumor going around that you and him made out in the girls restroom

You wear his jewelry your favorite jewelry is his bracelets and his rings

He loves getting you hickeys on your neck,legs,shoulder really anywhere really

Gave you his lighter one time

Henry bowers kinda has a crush on you but he knows that Patrick would go fucking crazy if he knew about it so he just keeps it to himself

His nicknames are patty,cockstetter,bea,

His nicknames for you sexy,doll face,beloved,pookie,

If you ever settle down with Patrick like got house together s (I can't see Patrick getting married) he would definitely be stay home type person Patrick isn't a house husband so you would be working and doing basic things to keep the house clean Patrick just smokes,watch movies,watch corn and that is it

He would sometimes ditch the bowers gang to talk to you if he sees you in the hallways he would walk right next to you maybe even kisses your face

Made you a necklace out of animals bone you found it creepy and cute? At the same time you question him on how he even found animal bones he just said "oh the bones are fake"

Just because you are dating Patrick doesn't mean he is loyal he still looks at girls one time Patrick was looking at a cheerleader ass in front of you you were piss off

Patrick has your bra and panties in his drawer for reasons one day his mom was putting his clothes in his drawers when she found your bra she knew that it wasn't hers due to the bra being a different size so when Patrick went home the bra was on table with his mom arms crossed Patrick hockstetter lets just stay he had a long talking to

Sorry I have been dead but I made it... Patrick you whore

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[slasherscream]

i just wanted to share my thoughts, don’t feel pressured to do anything with this but whenever i think of the crazy ass boys gang i think of It Will Come Back by Hozier…the vibes are magnificent…the entirety of the song fits all of them imo it just works so well…and the one line ‘cant be unlearned i’ve known the warmth of your doorway’ GOD i love my men possessive and insane!

REAL and true one of my favorite hozier songs of all time but i can't listen to it often lest it drive me to insanity

[crow2222]

I don't know when I've written enough to comfortably start posting the chapters of this fic,

but here's a little snippet of the first chapter under the cut because I just wanna share some of it already

“I’ll be back in the evening, later Ponyboy.”

Sodapop ruffles my hair as he says his goodbyes to me for the evening. I hate how it feels without grease in it, but I haven't had the energy to put it in. That's only if I use Two-bits's tub too, and I don't think I can handle that like Sodapop can.

Soda was grinning at me but his sad eyes were telling me the truth. He’s been working like a dog day and night for the hospital bills. I just wish I could help- if only my limp wasn’t making it so damn annoying to walk.

He walks away from me, going into Two-bit's room; Darry was sleeping there, or at least he's meant to be asleep. If he could get out of bed, I feel like he'd be like those cats scratching at the door that have been left out in the rain, begging to be let in; or in his case, let out. He’s gonna go downright crazy soon from staying in bed, but he has to. Doctor’s orders. He hasn't given himself a proper chance to heal ever since we got out of the hospital. We just about had to tie him down to the bed last night, he kept trying to clean all around Ms Matthews house; it was a bit of a funny sight sure, seeing my big brother on his tippy toes trying to clean the top of a fridge, but his scrunched up, pained face, took all the laughter out of me.

He felt guilty for staying here indefinitely, hell I do too, but I'm taking this gift without a second thought because we sure need it.

But at least Darry got assigned Two-bit’s bed. I had to sleep in Karen’s obnoxiously pink room; being a fourteen year old greaser in a preteen girl’s frilly pink bed was embarrassing, to say the least. I have a feeling there was a slight advantage to our rooms though- aside from the bed sizes, Karen's room didn’t stink like Two-bit’s room, it's no wonder Darry can't fall asleep.

Even if all I did today was walk to the kitchen, make a bologna sandwich and plant my ass on the couch; I sure felt tired.

I settled my head deeper into the dirty couch pillow, it don't smell too good and it was lumpy but it was better than the hospital bed so I hugged it gratefully. My vision goes as I close my eyes, starting to think about why all this had all happened in the first place..

…

I wonder what it’s like in a burning ember..

I stared at my cigarette’s burning, almost glowing end instead of reading the book I had propped wide open in my lap, the words sitting patiently right in front of me. It was some dusty old book I’ve read multiple times- if the bent corners weren't already enough to tell, the scribbles of my thoughts would be. None of that has never stopped me from reading a book before though. If you knew my family, or what side of the town we’re on, you’d know that we don’t have a good flow of money; I just have to make do with what I have.

Unless Darry was in a good mood and let me go out on a trip to the library; I’d pretend the books I’ve had sitting around for years weren't mine, dust never collected on the books in the first place from how often I handle them. Instead, I’d pretend they’re brand new books I’ve bought recently, ignoring the highlights and anecdotes in between the lines I've made myself.

I was smoking peacefully in my room, which wasn’t exactly allowed but the whole gang was away for the day, at least for now. Darry would always send us out when a cigarette was lit, he got that from mom; she’d never let anyone smoke in her lovely home, not even her own husband, said it gave her headaches.

Both of my brothers were working and the rest of the guys were probably out in the town causing trouble like the hoods they are, which was the usual. I can’t lie, I really did hate them a little bit for hanging out without me, but at the same time I know I shouldn’t, seeing how it wasn’t their fault that I got grounded. Well, at least not this time.

[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 32

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = Ana’s brings home an unexpected guest for dinner. 

Warnings = Language, Gang Activity, Death Mentioned, Violence, Grammar, Blood, injuries, Alcohol, Graveyards...   

Word Count = 2474

Note - I can’t believe I am on 32 chapters of this story already and the support and love it receives is amazing and unreal. Thank you all so much from the bottom of my Cillian obsessed heart. Love you all. 

My mother’s words had haunted me every day for the past three days. It was crazy how quickly she could plant a seed in my mind, only to have me nurture it and allow it to grow without even realising it.

Tommy had been gone for six days now. I had missed him a hell of a lot, especially at night when my mother’s voice would reply on repeat feeding into my insecurities, my doubts and I knew the only person who could ease that was Tommy.

But I couldn’t even speak to him, I didn’t even know where he was in London, if he were alive or dead.

I spent the majority of my days going through the motions, showing up to the shop, doing my job.

My mother was more present, acting like the past two years hadn’t happened, brushing off any attempt I made of bringing up the sudden change in her attitude.

She went as far as offering me advice on my love life and tea. She had returned to treating me like a human instead of the dirt on her shoe.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked, not expecting an answer as I tidied the area around me. “Mother is actually treating me like her daughter again, which is weird. I don’t know what to make of it.” I mused, inhaling through my nose staring out at the sun setting in the sky.

“She has lost a ton of weight as well. I don’t dare ask how, not like she would tell me anyway.” I laughed sitting back on my feet, placing my hands on my knees. The wind picking up, blowing a few strands around my face.

“Tommy has disappeared, we had a fight and he disappears. I don’t know what to do about that. Is that normal? Probably not. I think you were right, I shouldn’t have fallen in love with a gangster, as fearsome as they are, they can be such cowards sometimes.” I nodded, lifting the small bunch of flowers I purchased, picking at the green leaves, allowing the wind to take them.

“I still love him, don’t think I will ever stop. But I don’t know how much more of this I can take. The secrets, the lies… It’s all becoming too much. Is it wrong that I just want a normal life? The husband, the kids… the job. I still want it all but it seems everywhere I turn there is drama, violence, arguments. Where is the simplicity gran used to talk about?”

“Ana?” I heard a gruff voice call from behind me, startling me as I thought I was alone.

Peering over my shoulder, I spot the last person I expected to see, Arthur Shelby stood off to the side, cap just about covering his eyes, his coat flowing back with the wind.

“Arthur? Didn’t expect to see you here?” I respond standing to my feet, brushing the dirt from my dress, the man now in front of me a weary smile on his face.

“Easier to talk when they don’t talk back eh?” He joked awkwardly, nodding his head to the headstones surrounding us.  

“Sometimes” I smiled with a nod “I just wish they could respond at least once, especially when you need them the most.”

“Sorry, must be hard losing a brotha, don’t know what I would do without mine. Giant pains in the ass but fuck be lost without em’.” Arthur nodded, reaching up to pull the cap from his head.

“It’s hard, cruel especially when he was my only sibling. You lucky to have a few.” I tell him admiring the wood with my brother’s named engraved into it. “He rather liked you in the end” I continued, noticing Arthur’s eyes looking between myself and my brother’s resting spot.

“He was a good man. Smart.” He nodded, his hand coming up and rubbing his nostrils, sniffling back. “Heard our Tom just left you, he would only do tha’ if it’s important.”

“Still would have been nice to know”

“Aye, aye it would. For you and me both.” Arthur nodded, returning the cap to his head and shoving his hands into his pockets, returning to his unsure stance.  “Ye finished here? I can walk ye back if you want?”

“That would be lovely, thank you Arthur.”

****

Placing my coat on the coat rack at home, Arthur had awkwardly stood behind me swinging his arms from front to back, hitting a fist off his open palm each time they connected.

“I can just go Ana, no need to fuss bout me” Arthur shook his head as I walked past him, placing a soft hand on his upper arm as I did.

“Nonsense Arthur, it would be a pleasure”

During our walk home, we had discussed many things from our home life, to Tommy even going as far as to talk about some business including his plans for London. But what really changed my mind about the older Shelby brother was that he told me he still blamed himself for James death.

It was something I couldn’t understand, it was Irish business according to Tommy. Arthur wasn’t even involved with it, no one but Tommy was as far as I was aware.

When I tried to asked Arthur why he blamed himself, he would bring up the fight between himself and James, clearly an incident he still hadn’t got over, much like many other traumas he had experienced from the war.

No matter how much I told him, he was forgiven not only by myself but my James himself. It still wasn’t enough. He continued to beat himself down mentally, perhaps physically I wasn’t sure, his body was covered in a three piece suit.

He was a broken man. The war had brought so much pain, so much anguish, so much trauma that all this man needed was love. Someone to hold and tell him he was alright. Something I felt he didn’t get often.

Like Polly had mentioned before, he was the ‘maddest’ out of all the Shelby brothers, Tommy used him as a weapon that much was clear to see. Arthur was always the one called on to do the messy jobs, I couldn’t help but wonder did Tommy ever show his appreciation to him for it. Probably not.

Taking it upon myself to show the man some love, I decided to invite him back to my home for dinner, something he was more than happy to accept at the time. His eyes smiling at the thought of a full home cooked meal.

“You can place you coat on the rack Arthur, makes yourself comfortable please.” I inform him walking over to the pantry and pulling out some potatoes and carrots, placing them on the side before taking the pork chops getting them ready to put into the gas oven.

“Anythin’ I can do to help?” Arthur asked reappearing in my vision, a small smile on his face, hands cupped together in front of him.

“No, no you are my guest. I’m sorry it’s only going to be basic, simply don’t have much time for anything else.”

“I’m just grateful you asked, hand me a bit of bread and I will leave a happy man Ana.” Arthur grinned, moustache pushing up allowing his teeth to show.

“Well you will be leaving with a bit more than bread, Arthur I promise you that” I laughed popping the chops into the oven. “But next time I’ll be more prepared, serve you a feast.”

“I look forward to tha.” He nodded watching me move about the kitchen, stopping at Tommy’s whiskey cabinet and pulling out his favourite, along with a tumbler, handing the both to Arthur.

Taking them from me, I turned grabbing myself another glass just as Arthur finished pouring himself a hearty measure. He was about to pour the same for me, only I had stopped him at the first ounce.

“Cheers” I smiled holding up my own, allowing him to clink against the glass.

“Cheers, Ana cheers” Arthur repeated, taking a huge gulp. The liquid disappearing down his throat with a satisfied sigh.

I had busied myself in the kitchen while Arthur made himself comfortable on the sofa, small talk passing between the two of us as we waited for the dinner to be cooked.

The more whiskey to go down Arthur’s throat the more relaxed he had become, telling me some of the stories he had shared with me already at Christmas past as well as some new ones.

“You know, when we was in London right, we had women throwing themselves at us. The woman love the power you see Ana, you know it’s what attracted you to me brotha right” He pointed as I checked the potatoes.

“Is that right?” I asked, looking at him over my shoulder, a small laugh escaping my mouth. If anything, Tommy’s power intimidated me.

“It is Ana, it is.” Arthur nodded, reaching forward to fill his glass once more. “John had himself a little blond, like you. Not as beautiful mind you. I took me chances with a red haired but our Tom…Our Tom brushed them all away, no interest.”

“At all?” I asked, carefully taking the pork chops from the oven glancing over my shoulder at Arthur who continued to talk admittedly about their holiday in London a mere few weeks back.

“Nope and I’m not just staying it neither, cause I know you are upset with him, leaving and all that but he is a good man Ana just doesn’t think sometimes.”

“Alright Arthur I believe you” I smiled over at the older brother, taking two plates to plate up the dinner which was finally ready after an hour. “Come on, eat. Soak up some of that alcohol in your system, eh?”

“Your starting to sound like em to” He laughed pointing his index finger at me as he got to his feet.

****

After our dinner, Arthur had helped with the washing up before cleaning off Tommy’s bottle of whiskey, something I would have to explain when he returned from his escapades in London.

I had just put away the last of the dishes when I noticed the room had suddenly got quiet, turning around I found Arthur passed out in the sofa, half empty glass of whiskey in his hand.

Smiling softly, I exhaled brushing my hands down my dress before walking towards my bed, pulling off a pillow and the secondary blanket I had been using to keep warm since I didn’t have Tommy’s body heat.

Reaching the sofa, I threw the blanket around his waist, placed the pillow behind his head before taking the glass from his hand placing it on the small table in front of him as he rolled onto his back.

I smiled thinking he seemed quiet peaceful until a loud, snore escaped him. The sound catching my off guard. I almost lost my balance jumping back, only the table had saved me from falling over as I clutched my chest at the sound.

Laughing, I didn’t have the heart to wake him, he must have been exhausted. Biting my lip I decided to go lay in bed not getting into my night clothes as I didn’t want Arthur to feel uncomfortable if he woke before me in the morning.

****

The next the morning, still clothed in my dress from yesterday, a soft knocking on the door rousing my from my sleep.

Tiptoeing towards the door, I peered over the sofa, where Arthur was still sleeping soundly, the snores subsiding now he was on his side. Opening the door, I was met by another concerned Shelby at my door.

“Tommy disappears and you all flock to my door. What is that about?” I questioned allowing the younger Peaky Blinder into the my home just as a loud groaning comes from the sofa.

“There you are Arthur. Polly’s been going mad thinking you passed out in the streets somewhere.” John exclaimed finding his older brother, tired eyed as he looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. “He been here all night?”

“I made him dinner, yes” I grinned, as John walked over to his brother, slapping him on the back of the head for the worry he caused their aunt.

“Where the fuck’s my dinner?” John countered back, a surprised look on his face as he looked between myself and Arthur. “Ana if your cooking dinner I want to be invited, I would never turn down a free meal.”

“You have Esme looking after you, you don’t need my cooking.” I laughed side eying the younger Shelby.

“Esme has nothing on your cooking Ana, you are my favourite sister in law” Arthur pointed standing to his feet, stretching his arms above his head.

“I’m not your sister in law though.” I remind him with a nod, leaving him to fix himself as I went into the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Tom’s is gonna change that –“

“Shut up Arthur” John interrupted, a stern look on his face as he glared at his older brother before giving me a forced smile.

“No Arthur, please continue…” I implore putting the glass on the kitchen counter, walking closer to the pair, folding my arms across my chest. His words perking my interest.

“Yes Arthur continue.” A new voice entered, a voice I heard not heard in seven days sounding from the door.

He looked much better than he did when I left him in the hospital. The cuts along his cheek bones had healed nicely, as had the one of his chin. Both his eyes were open now, looking between the three of us before removing the cap from his head.

A mixture of emotions ran through me as I looked at the man standing in the doorway.

There was happiness that he was alive. There was excitement he was home but there was also anger at his lies he had yet to address regarding Grace and there was absolute rage that he had left without so much of a goodbye, not to mention the travelling to London when he could barely stand.

“Thomas Shelby” The words left my mouth sounding rather harsh.

In my peripheral vision I could see Arthur and John exchange a glance before Arthur rushed towards the coat rack, taking his coat, a sorrowful look towards his brother as he passed.

“We will let you get reacquainted and whatever” Arthur nodded throwing the fabric around his shoulders. “Oh and we sorted that house for Pol tomorrow.”

“Good, don’t let her know I’ve returned, keep her in charge for now.” Tommy nodded to his brother, his eyes never leaving mine. The two of us staring at other until the other broke.

And it wouldn’t be me this time.

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[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 24

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Part 23 🍂 Part 25

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: Sy's big-ass family.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: @keanureevesisbae, as promised, I bring thee: Ch 24. I'm making y'all wait for 25 until I have 27 written. Sorry ❤️

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @omgkatinka @summersong69 @beck07990 @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn

Jules started her little speech by thanking everyone for showing up at her engagement party, and thanking you – and Sy – for letting her use your house, which subjected you to the scorn of your mother-in-law again. Alright; subjected Sy to the scorn of his mother again. You were largely unaffected by the aforementioned scorn.

“As you may know,” Jules continued, “Pat hates being the center of attention for the whole night, and I’m a sucker for planning surprises for people.” You felt Sy tense up next to you as she said that.

“And it just so happens that someone very important to all of us…” Jules was laying the praise on thick, which Sy didn’t seem to appreciate. It took you far too long to realize where she was even going with this. “… turns thirty next week.”

Sy looked at Julie as if he wanted to shoot her straight to hell, and you sighed, as there was now officially no way you could make yourself scarce. There was singing, then another round of singing, specifically because Sy had begged everyone to stop singing, and following that had to be an attempt at the World Record for ‘most consecutive times a single person could hear the word ‘congratulations’ before going batshit crazy.’

You surprised Sy’s family with a sudden outburst of Dutchness when you congratulated Sy’s parents with Sy’s birthday, and were then forced to explain that it was a thing the Dutch did, without being able to give any kind of even half-decent reason as to why. Finding out you were Dutch also meant that a small army of kids now forced you to teach them some Dutch words, which started out cute, but soon turned into the inevitable ‘translate this swearword for me’-fiasco anyone with any braincells would have seen coming from the beginning. All in all, it took a while for things to settle down a bit again, and you were glad when the kids had disappeared back into the crowd.

“Love kids, but thirteen of them is a lot.” You said to Sy when he helped you find a place to sit down for a minute.

“I’d ask if you’re feeling any better yet, but I don’t think that whole circus really helped,” he said as he stroked a few curls out of your face and tucked them behind your ear, where they immediately escaped again, making Sy laugh. “Let me get you a drink.”

“Thanks, Sy,” you said, grabbing his hand as he got up to head to the kitchen.

While Sy was gone, you closed your eyes, and tried to ignore everyone around you, which became impossible when Mary Beth joined you on the couch.

“Lara, sweetheart, would I be a whole lot of trouble if I asked you to hold Lainey for a minute?”

“No, of course not!” You hadn’t even finished your sentence, or the little girl was in your arms.

“Thanks, honey,” Mary Beth said softly, “I love her to bits, but my arms are gettin’ sore.”

“I can imagine,” you said. Lainey was adorable. Nine months old with enormous blue eyes, and little hands and feet and… Her mom was gone. Probably off to the bathroom, but still, you prayed she’d get back just in case Lainey decided to start crying…

“Hey, how’s my favorite niece?” Sy sat down next to you and wrapped one arm around you as he tickled Lainey with the other.

“I thought I was your favorite niece, uncle Sy?” One of the other girls had heard what he said and jumped into his lap.

“Y’are,” Sy said, “and so are the twins.”

“That’s not fair,” one of the boys yelled. Suddenly, you were being ganged up on by children. It was scarier than you would have imagined.

“You’re not my niece, Johnny,” Sy answered with a smile, and the kids laughed at their uncle’s terrible joke before disappearing again.

“You said somethin’bout this lookin’ good on me, Sugar,” Sy said softly as he pressed his lips to your temple, “but I gotta admit, it looks pretty damn fine on you, too.”

You allowed yourself to get lost in that feeling for a bit. It was like a little glimpse into your future; sitting on that couch with Sy, holding a baby…

“Dammit, Sy, I want one,” you heard yourself say, although you were sure you’d never made the conscious decision to actually speak the words. In fact, you’d never thought you’d hear yourself utter a sentence like that at all. Ever. The look on Sy’s face said it all, but he doubled down on it with words.

“As many as you want, Sugar,” he said before kissing you. The loving and intimate energy of the moment was skillfully destroyed by half a dozen children yelling “eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew” the moment Sy’s lips touched yours.

“Good Lord, you’d think it would traumatize them forever,” Mary Beth said after shooing the kids away. Now that her spot on the couch was taken, she sat down in the chair next to you. “I’ll take her again, if you want.” She held out her arms, but you really didn’t want to let go of Lainey just yet.

“It’s alright, she’s asleep, anyway,” you said. Mary Beth seemed more than grateful to have her hands free for a bit longer, and you didn’t mind that you got to cuddle with this cutie a little more. Besides, your stomach finally seemed to settle a little, but you still hoped that holding a sleeping baby would keep people away from you for a bit.

It all went on like that for quite some time, and by the time people started leaving, you’d been praying they would for at least three hours. Sy was merciless in kicking his brothers – who were now fairly drunk – out of the house, and with them gone, peace was restored. Wait, no. Scratch that: quiet was restored. Peace, to you, was a house that didn’t look like a miniature tornado had ripped through it.

“Take a shower and go to bed, Sugar,” Sy said. He could clearly tell you still weren’t feeling very well – and he was one hundred per cent right about that, it’s just that you’d much rather he join you for both of those activities. “I’m gonna help Jules clean up this mess.” Jules didn’t look too thrilled that she was being roped into cleaning duty – something she had surely hoped to avoid by not hosting this party herself, but you knew she wasn’t so stupid as to actually expect she’d be let go just like that. Even with Sy’s mom doing you the courtesy of stacking the dishwasher before she left, there was still plenty to be done.

“Since when does your family leave deviled eggs uneaten?” Jules asked while she carried a plate with two sad-looking eggs back to the kitchen. “Lara, want one?” As soon as she held the plate out to you, you stepped back. Julie made a whole scene out of pointing out you loved deviled eggs – as if you’d forget that – but with your stomach as upset as it was right now, they just made you feel sick.

“Let her go upstairs, Jules,” Sy said. There was definitely some irritation in his voice, and you were one hundred percent sure he wanted Jules and Pat out of the house as soon as humanly possible, so he could get to bed, too. “She’s not feeling well. Just… help me clean up my damn house.”

Jules followed his orders immediately, which was a very un-Jules thing to do, and you made your way upstairs. First stop: bathroom. The thought of a hot shower was almost excruciatingly appealing to you right now.

[fr-likes-chocolate]

Cellbit, Cellbit, Cellbit, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you

Cellbit, it's not much but there's proof

You crazy-assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue

Redemption lies plainly in truth

Just humor us, Cellbit, Cellbit, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

——

Cellbit, Cellbit, Cellbit, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken

Remember the pact of our youth

Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping

Since there is no me without you

Soldier on, Cellbit, Cellbit, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

Loathe the way they light candles in Rome

But love the sweet air of the votives

Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone

Engage with the pain as a motive

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to love

How you will heal and you'll rise above

——

Forever, Forever, Forever, jump now

You are absent of cause or excuse

So self-indulgent and self-referential

No audience could ever want you

You crave the applause yet hate the attention

Then miss it, your act is a ruse

It is empty, Forever, so end it all now

It's a pointless resistance for you

——

Forever, Forever, just put down the bottle

Don't listen to what you've consumed

It's chaos, confusion and wholly unworthy

Of feeding and it's wholly untrue

You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing

It's all just conjecture and gloom

And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it

Do not waste yourself on this roof

Hear those bells ring deep in the soul

Chiming away for a moment

Feel your breath course frankly below

And see life as a worthy opponent

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to love

How you will heal and you'll rise above

Crowned by an overture bold and beyond

Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

——

(Song: Achilles come down by gang of youths)

(In which Cellbit is comforted by his husband and others as he starts tear at the seams because of his double life

~

Tubbo meanwhile uses his past experiences to save Forever from himself)

[featherwurm]

After fighting a tree, our gang returns the first lifestone to the Wizard of Wines, much to the joy and celebration (and shock) of the family. No more fuckin' crazy druids and their stupid stupid blights.

Milan shows off the stone, the younger family members almost afraid to touch it, but excited to have it returned.

Osry explains our plan of "Bury it deep, then put a DECOY rock above it, then put a heavy-ass pile of rocks on top of it using some of the absurd strength of the party." The family is keeping an eye on it though.

Garland, with a moment in private, at last asks Milan to channel the husband he had who passed while they were in the mists. The spirit implies some... interesting, though unclear, things.

As seasons change to winter, the party prepares to overwinter in various reasonable places until they can meet again in the spring. Vol has a hard time saying goodbye.

[acreaturecalledgreed]

Something something Silco in the world of One Piece, what devilfruit powers would he have? Sorry if the terminology is wrong idk anything about OP lol

ive unsurprisingly put a lot of thought into this bc i will cross the beams at any chance i get i totally have not been making a one piece crossover au version of silco and gang do Not look at me

(for quick context; df=cool ability But also means the ocean Literally Hates You, you cannot swim in ocean water, you Will sink like a bag of rocks, and even sea water touching you can drain the absolute fuck out of your energy and make you feel like shit. luffy spends an alarming amount of time in canon in sea water but thats bc hes a dipshit and just trusts his friends to fish him out)

anyway silco wouldnt have a df power i think hed be personally repulsed at the idea of making himself actively More In Danger in regards to water than your standard "will drown" weakness

which is a hell of a quirk for him to have since i decided hes half fishman (some kinda shark maybe ill say nurse shark this time bc theyre cute and they make me happy, or frill shark bc they are also cute and make me happy) and he actually Does have gills that Would allow him to breath underwater were they not 100% completely fucked via toxic smog in the mines he worked in as a kid

piltover/zaun works bizarrely well in the op verse with just a bit of tweaking and shoving things around and a fun little pile of world building

anyway hes taken up piracy in a bid to amass enough power/money to seize zaun from piltover and like in canon hes doing this with good intentions and bad, bad methods

jinx is there and Wants to find a df, Any df, to eat bc shes fixated on the idea that df=rly cool and more importantly to her df= potentially more "useful" despite that fact that shes already a horrifically powerful marksman, explosives and big guns specialist

sil desperately do Not want her to eat one bc shes already prone to flinging her crazy ass off the ship and she really does not need the trait of "sinks like a literal rock"

singed is ship medic and thats just as horrible as it sounds; hes still developed shimmer and its distributed liberally among the crew which makes them a Lot more dangerous than they'd usually be; silco also views most the crew as pretty disposable

sevika is first mate because Of Course She Fucking Is No One Else Is That Competent; her and sils dynamic is much the same as in canon with him trusting her entirely while still being kind of a dick and her being fully willing to murk his ass if she ever gets fed up with him. they love eachother theyre platonically married lesbian wife and gay ass husband.

theres also a giant axolotl that hangs out around the waters of the ship theyre pretty sure singed is feeding it but its not rly aggressive so its whatever

[notsobeautifuldisaester]

Assorted Osomatsu-kun/san headcanons I have buried in my head

Psst... Hey you. Yes you, You wanna know about my silly little headcanon I have for a bunch of characters most were one-shot characters. Well, you came to the right place.

Welcome, I'm your host Diseaster and today I'll be reaching as far as humanely possible into the deepest crevices in my brain to be you my assorted list of headcanon no one asked for.

Tw: Kidnapping, Animal Abuse, General Tougouness, CSA mention (Nothing actually happen tho)

🟣🔵🦷Ichimatsu learned the Kusomatsu thing from that one time Iyami visited and forced Karamatsu to drink beer.

🥨🦷That one German Iyami doppelganger grew up in a novelty shop that sold German stuff

🩳Dekapan's son, Taro, followed in father's footsteps and became a scientist. Though instead of making crazy gadgets and shit, it's just normal ass science, something like microbiologist

🩳Dekapan been married around six times. He wasn't the most attentive husband. He's still a doting father tho.

🤪The Dayon tribe is actually a bunch of people he vored when he was drunk on vacation

🔪👛 On meta note, Tougou is very prideful of newfound fame and still brags about appearing in the San for movie for like five seconds. Everyone else not give less of a shit

💨🍢 Chibita is related to the boss of the Smog Gang in a way, he doesn’t know this however

💨🏳Hatabou works an informant for the Smog Family Gang

🎀That one uprising in S2E1 was planned by Ta-bo. She must've really not wanted them to be CEOs or something.

🧑‍🏫Yagi occasionally hangs out with the sextuplets. He's really proud of how his disciples turned out.

💍 Kumiko is now an up and coming model. She rubs this in Totoko's face to no end

💍 Kumiko and Kinko are cousins, their names being the same is kind of an inside joke between the two.

👓🥐Niyake works as a reporter alongside Toy Car Boy. He says it's to travel around the world but in reality, it's because his family went bankrupt and he needed the money. He's still a prissy little shit tho.

👓🥐Such as not letting Iyami live that one time he humiliated him out of a job, still beefing with Chibita over outclassing him and generally sticking his nose up at everybody.

🎌🧛Hatabou and Dra-chan befriended each other, this somehow involved lots of bloodletting and ended up with them in the hospital

🥊🦑Fighting Yowai and Knockout Tsuyoi are drinking buddies

🍎🥊Knockout Tsuyoi doesn't approve of his little brother, Yotaichi, bullying people and he usually has to force him to apologize.

🟪🦷Just as Chibita can summon a cat army, Iyami can summon a swarm of ravens to attack people. He learned this trick from his older brother.

🪆👮After retiring from being a policeman, Katsumi a became seamster

🪆🦷Iyami quickly divorced Katsumi after he learned that being married to a cop won't get you out of legal trouble.

🐭🪤After the incident with his son being replaced by a cat, Instead of abusing cats Tataoji put his energy into helping mice

🎭That one old couple Tougou and Oso robbed, They were Jiguzou's grandparents. Ok, I just made this up to give Jiguzou a reason to kill Tougou.

🧺🦷Speaking of Iyami's brother, Gisei, he uses ravens to assist him in his robberies.

🧺🦷Some more tidbits about Gisei; half the stuff he steals is to sell for a higher price and the other half for no other reason than it looks cool, as a result, his house is full of all sorts of useless shit.

🧺🦷He is considerably "nicer" than Iyami, well at least to anyone other than Iyami. He has good manners and barely a mean word to say about others. He tends to apologize on his Iyami's behalf, mainly to humiliate him, and at first, seems to be a swell guy

🧺🦷On the flip side, he is the most unloyal traitorous little bitch on the face of the earth. There’s no limit to his selling out, he would rat out his friends, family (specifically Iyami), and anyone else unlucky enough to associate with him.

🦷🎀Iyami's daughter, Isoka, is blissfully unaware of her father being a con artist and is told that he's some sort of salesman. Iyami's brother holds this over Iyami to no end.

🦷🎀 Iyami still visits his daughter from time to time and seems to be on his best behavior around her.

🦷🎀 Isoka works in a ski resort as an instructor. She is normally good at her job but she still has a bit of favoritism streak, particularly to handsome rich guys

💰💵 Cash-kun is the one that got Chibita into crypto in the first place

🧺🦷Iyami's brother can't sheeh to save his life, any attempt from him to do so ends up with him falling flat on his ass

🕯️🦇 The Shinigami Salesman has a candle under his top hat (don't ask how that works with his candle going out or the hat burning, it's magic or some shit) He can regenerate instantly when injured. If his candle is put out, he "dies" until it re lit. Also, he can remove it and switch it out for a new one.

🕯️🦇The Shinigami Salesman was a normal human and was on his way to becoming a door-to-door salesman before getting bodied by a truck. The Shinigami before him was about to quit and ask him to take their place.

🐈‍⬛🦇Nozomi and the Shinigami Saleman tend to work together to help people want to pass on without regrets.

🔪🍢Contrary to popular belief, Tougou wants to get revenge on Chibita. Unfortunately for Tougou, Chibita has no clue who he is outside of some annoying old guy that keeps loitering around his cart.

🔪🔴 On the topic of Osomatsu and Tougou. Tougou can't even get his name right (usually calling him Osumatsu or Omomatsu), let alone care enough about him to take vengeance on some shitty NEET.

🔪🔴Osomatsu, on other hand, can't stand the sight of Tougou and push him into traffic if it was legal (jk, he would do it even if it wasn't legal). It wouldn't be so bad if Tougou just fucked off and never showed his face but... Nooo... Tougou just had to return instead of moving on with his life.

🟣🔵🟢🟡👚 On the side of the other Matsuno. Jyushi scares Tougou and he's convinced that Jyushi is some sort of cryptic. He found Kitty!Ichimatsu rummaging in his trash, at that point he doesn't know what to do about him. Choro and Kara generally don't trust him but they aren't outright trying to attack him so Tougou is cool with them. Todomatsu and Tougou silently hate each other.

🔪👩Tougou tried to attack Matsuyo for putting sleeping tonic in his food, he ended up having his ass handed to him and barely escaped with his nipples. Plus he keep picking on Matsuzo for being short (the fucking dickhead)

👨👩Matsuyo and Matsuzo would've either hounded the police or search for Osomatsu themselves if Tougou actually succeeded Osomatsu (bc I refuse to same people who fought a death god and aliens made counterfeit money to pay a ransom, jumped a barber for fucking up their kids hair would just go "Oh, some guy with a knife stole our kid. That fucking blows but I guess we can't do shit about."

👨Matsuzo can be summoned by singing the first five lines of the 80's anime theme. I mean it's practically canon. Choromatsu deadass starts singing the theme song and out of nowhere Matsuzo just ✨️pops✨️ out of nowhere. Like I refuse to believe that was a conscience, it was ✨️magic✨️

🏎️📻Osomatsu and That Toy Car Kid from the Tougou chapter still hang out. They usually go fishing, watch horse races (Oso bets, Car Boi just likes to watch), or pray on Tougou's downfall.

🔪💰This has no basis in canon but it's a funny brain worm I had stuck in my head. To lessen his sentence, Tougou "volunteered" (forced) to be an idol to entertain his fellow prisoners. It fucking blows. He was forced to wear this ugly ass, itchy as fuck knife suit. Had to sing these corny ass lyrics about weapons. His fans didn't even like him. His manager forced him to perform no what condition he was in as he raked in the money from his CD sales. The whole experience shaved 10 years off his life.

🔪💰Speaking of prison, Tougou was at the bottom of the pyramid in prison. Basically, someone start rumors of him being a ch0m0 and if you know how people like that are treated in prison, you can tell it wasn't pretty.

And finally, Mujirushi took place in the Osokun universe. Search your heart and you'll know it's true.

Whew. That was long. In all honesty, I had fun making this, though I may not do it again. I hope everyone enjoyed reading this.

Toodles!

[what-gs-watching]

This week on...

Ok gang. Here we go, I'm gonna start this thing in earnest.

I’m G. I'm a grown ass woman. With a house, and a dog and a husband, and a (difficult) job.

But I fucking love content. TV shows, movies, a good spotify playlist. Maybe my emotions are broken, but for the past few years, content has been the best way to feel something other than the everyday minutiae. And maybe we can thank COVID for a lot of that.

Because yo, once we went on lockdown, I just started binging. Basically, everything. While my husband was off doing his own thing (tiktok, amiright) I was watching literally EVERYTHING. And I wanted to talk about it.

So I started doing a thing. I'd rush into whatever room my husband was in and start talking at him about what I was streaming at the time. Spewing out these ridiculously terrible synopses of episodes with intricate plots, trying to boil it down so he could follow whatever it was I was ranting about because I had to express why the show was gnawing at me or making me feel shit. And most of the time he'd stare at me blankly and then chuckle.

Eventually I decided to start my rant by announcing "THIS WEEK, ON WHAT G'S WATCHING - " and bless his soul, he'd mostly tolerate my diatribes. (Around this time I was watching Fringe, and he'd know I was coming because he'd hear me scream "PREVIOUSLY ON FRINGE" about 45 minutes prior.)

At some point, I started doing it at my sister as well - this poor woman has two small babies all up in her house and I'd just be texting her about WTF was going on with my show, always announcing "this week, on what g's watching..." and every time she'd simply send back "unsubscribe."

So clearly, I hadn't found my audience. But honestly y'all, I think it's funny. And it's a way to get all of this, whatever this is, out. So I've decided maybe the best course of action is to just scream it into this dark and endless void. Maybe internet strangers will appreciate it. And maybe not. Either way, my sister will appreciate being removed from the mailing list.

All that to say: this week on what g's watching - Good Omens.

On repeat.

Am I literally in the middle of my third rewatch of the entire thing in only like, 2 weeks time? Yes. Should I be ashamed of that? Probably.

But fuck it. Season two punched me in the face and the butt and the heart and I went down a fucking rabbit hole. It may or may not be how I ended up on Tumblr (I guess I thought I was a grown ass woman). It may or may not be eating me alive.

Liking completely inappropriate memes? Check. Stumbled into some fanfiction? That's neither here nor there. Reading long-winded posts about whether it was Aziraphale's fault or Crowley's fault, wherein everyone has their own tinfoil-hat theory? Oh yeah. I'm in deep, folks.

I'm not gonna lie, it usually doesn't get this bad. I watched the entirety of Supernatural (all the while yelling "why are they so obsessed with each other? I don't understand why I'm still watching this!" through FIFTEEN goddamn seasons) and even still, I didn't get pulled in like this. And that fandom is so crazy.

At the time I finished Supernatural, I thought it'd be my comfort show, and I restarted it. But, just kidding.

Good Omens has taken over literally everything.

So to the actual point. A ridiculous synopsis of season 2 because I can't get it out of my goddamn brain:

A sweet looking, chubby tow-headed (kind of former? retired?) angel that owns a bookshop wherein no books are ever sold, Aziraphale, and his gorgeous, hip-swiveling (retired? disgraced?) demon companion (friend? best friend? partner?) Crowley stalk around their London neighborhood hiding a dick-faced archangel who can't remember why he is such a dick-face, from both heaven and hell, while meddling in the love lives of other shop owners and talking PAST each other about what the eff is ACTUALLY going on, and ALSO flashing back to 6,000 years worth of their own ridiculously adorable and infuriating interactions.

It's a fucking love story, kids. In the worst and most beautiful ways possible. And I just. can't.

And so. I guess, here we are? This may or may not turn into anything. But for now. Shouting into the void…

[slasherscream]

Have you ever watched house of wax? If not I recommend it! I found the slashers in that movie to be amazing! They are so interesting and personally to me they are some of the best, well beside Michael Myers and Brahms Heelshire.

this is so funny this ask comes with carbon dating. i had yet to see the glorious film house of wax. insane ass timeline.

nonny, i have a message from the future, i did enjoy house of wax, and it is one of my favorite slasher horror films. you were right, that fucked up family of men has some of the most interesting slashers <3