#feelin' really fuckin' hopeless

[theformerbastard]

Rough day. Cried. Over it.

[the-sinister-story-teller]

this is long, sorry. okay, so it would be angsty with a happy ending (maybe with some smut at the end) where reader is tall and looks like a total dom, but is actually a bottom who is head over heels for angel, and tries to show it but angel doesn’t believe him/thinks he’s trying to use him and pushes the reader away,, though angel has also caught feelings. eventually angel overhears reader telling someone (charlie, husk, idc) how in love he is with angel and how angel hates him and angel confronts him. crying and confessions happen and maybe some smut where angel tops reader.

thanks, i love your writing!!!

A/n: Of course! I love this idea! I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Angel Dust x M!Reader ~ Looks May Be Deceiving

Mentions: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Male Reader, MxM intimacy, Soft Dom!Angel.

Topic: Request above ^^^^

"Hey Angel have you seen my phone?" You called out to your friend, Angel Dust, who hummed in minor confusion.

"Uhhhh...No!" He called back, as you gasped in joy.

"I got it! Thanks Angie!" You hummed, before leaving to go run some errands. To be frank, you didn't lose your phone. You had it the entire time, you just needed a reason to try and confess to Angel, but you chickened out. You had arrived a while back, and grown moderately close to Angel. When you began to try and hit on him he...declined. A lot. At some point, you tried to ask him out to which he sweetly but bluntly said a flat 'no' to. You wouldn't lose hope though. Not that easily, especially with how smitten you were for him. You didn't know it, but he was in love too, but he didn't want to be used by someone again. So, he sheltered himself from it.

Later enough, you came back with groceries that Charlie had needed, your hands full.

"Princess! I need a lil' bit of help here!!" You shouted as Charlie rushed to help you, setting the bags down. You sighed at the relief of nothing heavy weighing down your arms now, before you plopped back into a chair in the lobby. It was then you saw Angel come down, making you sigh softly. You sat up, going to help him carry something. "Here, lemme get that for ya!"

"Oh uh...Thanks Y/n." He spoke sheepishly, as you chuckled nervously again.

"Say uhm...Are you free tonight?" You asked, raising a brow as Angel narrowed his eyes.

"No. I'm really, really, busy tonight.." Angel lied, leaving the room quickly with his things. You sighed, hopeless as you sat at the bar, catching husk's attention.

"Th' hells got you so gloom?" Husk asked, pouring a glass of booze for you, as you took the cup.

"Thanks...and it's nothing just...In a predicament."

"Of what sorts?" Husk asked, raising a brow as he drank a bottle of cheap booze.

"Just..Angel. He acts like he hates my guts but I..."

"You love 'im, don't cha?" Husk sighed as you nodded, taking a swig from the glass, groaning quietly in frustration. Before Angel could fully leave, he was still within ear shot, hearing your confession.

"Yeah..I am. I can't help it!! Have you fuckin' seen him!? He's gorgeous, funny, and just...everything I'll ever need.." You muttered, sighing softly. "I just don't have a chance with him...He hates my damn guts for christs sake!" You exclaimed as Husk huffed.

"They always act like that, to cover up their true feelin's. Only thing is, Angel's probably like that 'cuz of the shit he went through." Husk explained, as you nodded.

"Yeah...You have a point.."

"So, take it easy. He's probably in love with ya' too, he just isn't ready for it yet. Keep shootin' your shot kid." Husk said with a very light smile. You returned to expression, finishing your drink, and standing up.

"Thanks Husk. It...Really means a lot to me." You thanked and he nodded, waving his hand to shoo you off. You sighed, making your way to your room, before hearing a voice.

"Hey Y/n?" Angel spoke softly, spooking you as he came out of nowhere from behind.

"Oh, Angel. It's you. What's up?" You asked as Angel opened his mouth to speak, before sighing, holding his arms softly.

"Listen I...I don't hate you..You're just so nice and I didn't know if you were genuine or just wanted to use me for sex.." He spoke, his voice shaking a bit from the tears. He didn't want you to think he hated you, he didn't want you to lose interest because of it either.

"Where did all this come from Angie?.." You murmured, scared he might've heard your conversation with Husk.

"Damnit I-...fuck...I heard what you said and...and I'm sorry for bein' a complete asshole. I didn't want to get close to you and end up goin' through heartbreak 'cuz you got tired of usin' me." He explained and you swallowed thickly.

"Angel...I'd never fucking use you...Ever..I'm lovesick for you and I'd die a second time to make sure you're happy and safe." You said, a bit of confidence peaking in your voice.

"So you're not..Upset?"

"Fuck no!! If I'm upset at anything, I'm upset you didn't tell me sooner!" You joked, hugging Angel softly as he sighed with relief, quietly and softly crying from joy.

"I love you Angel.."

"I...I love you too Y/n.." Angel muttered. From then on, the two of you began dating, and to say the least, it was fun. Constant pranks and affection. You two were in Angel's room, cuddling as you watched some novela.

"...I'm fuckin' tellin' ya Y/n! She's just gonna dump him!" Angel exclaimed as you scoffed.

"As if! Maria loves Gabe!! I doubt she'd ditch him." You huffed as the two of you went silent, before breaking out into laughter...It died down, as it was just a silent cuddle now. A question lingered in Angel's mind for a bit since you two began dating, and he felt this was the right time to ask. Given he was a bit horny that day, from seeing you to heavy work in a tank top.

"Hey Y/n, can I ask ya somethin'?"

"Uh yeah! Shoot me with it hon-" You laughed, leaning your cheek on the palm of your hand, as your elbow propped you up on the bed.

"Are you...Ready for sex? If not that's completely--" Angel quickly sat up to dismiss it all before you cut him off.

"Yes." You bluntly spoke as Angel stammered before snickering.

"Didn't think you'd reply so fast damn." He laughed as you chuckled, your cheeks growing hot.

"But uh...One thing I'd like to mention...I'm not one to top." You sheepishly chuckled as Angel hummed.

"I get it...Got any big kinks you want me to know tootz?" Angel cooed as he laid you down onto the bed, climbing on top. You practically melted into his touch, bright red from all this.

"Nope...I'm followin' you Angie, you can take the pace however you want.." You muttered sweetly as Angel nodded, cupping your cheek with one hand, kissing you softly as he used the other hands to undress the two of you. He straddled your waist, running his hands over your now bare body as he pulled away from the kiss.

"Not gonna lie tootz, I was expectin' ya to be a top~" He giggled as you bashfully looked away. Angel simply cooed from this, turning your head to face him. "Awh~ don't get shy on me now babe~" He teased as you let out a shaky sigh, before jolting a bit with a soft moan, feeling Angel's hand wrap around your shaft.

"A-Angel please be-"

"I know, I know babe, I'll be gentle...Just wasn't expecting you to be so big~" He sweetly said, leaning down and kissing your cheek. You began to whimper a bit, feeling Angel slowly drag his hand from the base to the tip, rubbing it gently to spread the pre-cum.

"Holy f-fuck angel that- mhh~ -feels a-amazing- ah..~" You moaned out, shuddering from the feeling of Angel peppering your neck in sweet kisses.

"I'm glad babe, s'all i want you to feel..pleasure all the way..~" Angel cooed, holding you closely to him. While one hand pumped your length, the other began rubbing your entrance softly, before pushing its way in, earning a whimper of minor pain from you. Angel gasped, sitting up with worry. "You ok babycakes?"

"Y-Yeah I'm fine Angie..hnn..You can keep going..~" You muttered, as Angel nodded with a sweet look, hugging you close with his two free arms, while two fingers fucked your hole, and the other stroked you. You let out a soft whimper, beginning to pant.

"Are you close babe?~" Angel asked, keeping you close to him while you reached your high. You let out yet another whimper, this time more desperate and needy. "C'mon sweet thing, let loose, ok~?" Angel cooed as you covered your mouth, doing just that. Once you finished, you let your arms fall to your side, as Angel laid on top, playing with your hair. "Happy?"

"So fucking happy babe." You chuckled breathlessly, as you two shared a quick kiss, before Angel sighed.

"Love you Y/n."

"Love you too Angie."

[waggledoogledoggle]

⚠️Spoilers for Hazbin ep 4⚠️

⚠️Also, this post will talk about Abuse and SA, it is briefly mentioned a few times throughout the rest of this… whole long thingy I wrote⚠️

⚠️Also, brief mention of the scene where someone tried to drug Angel⚠️

Ok, I am just genuinely baffled at the people who somehow find a way to hate on 'Loser, Baby'.

Like, if you don't like Huskerdust that's fine... but 'Loser, Baby' is not overshadowing/brushing off Angel's SA. It's not victim blaming. And it's not Husk telling Angel to just shut up and get over it.

Like I've seen it so much, and you know what? Fuck it. Welcome to my TedTalk on why it's not all of those things.

For starters: Husk doesn't know about Angel's SA

When Angel has his vulnerable outburst (Side note, props to Blake I mean, they said 'take 5' he heard 'change lives') he talks about how he feels like he has to act the way he does to keep Valentino happy because he stupidly sold his soul to him. That he wants to get drugged up because that’s his escape. That he wants to be broken because maybe, just maybe Val will let him go. He wants to be free, but he can't and he has no one to blame but himself.

"What's the worst part of this hell, I can only blame myself" is literally the pre chorus to his song (Poison), and that is what he shares with Husk.

Not once does he bring up his abuse or SA. If he did, do you think a song would have even happened? Look how Husk reacted when someone tried to drug Angel's drink! Now that Husk actually genuinely cares about him? Dead. Dead. Valentino would be dead.

Us knowing about Angels situation in full is dramatic irony which is, essentially, we as the audience know more/are given more insight than the other characters. We were given the insight of Angel's true trauma that he deals with on the daily. Husk and the rest of the Hotel were not and have no idea what he deals with, the only one that even has an inkling is Charlie and even then we still know WAY more about Angel’s situation than her, so you can't really get upset at Husk for not knowing something he would have no way of knowing unless Angel shared it with him directly.

Moving onto the song itself, it's a song of empathy.

Allow me to explain.

Husk pinpoints perfectly what Angel is feeling in this moment:

"So things look bad, and your back's against the wall Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall Can't face the world sober and dopeless You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked"

When Husk starts singing, you can tell that Angel is expecting Husk to pull the whole "But that's not true! It's not hopeless! You're life's not wrecked!" and is very surprised when Husk doesn't.

Instead, Husks says "Yeah. You're right." And this is when a lot of the haters get angry- but hold on a second.

When someone is feeling all of those things, saying things like "That's not true! You'll be ok!" aren't helpful at all. That's brushing it off. Even if it may be true, that doesn't help anyone when they're feeling like hopeless, lost, losers.

Because that's sympathy, not empathy. Sympathy is feeling for someone, and trying to make them feel better. Empathy, is not trying to make them feel any certain way- better or worse- empathy is simply feeling with someone. And that's what Husk does.

During the first chorus, Husk is clearly teasing Angel a bit while doing so, but not without good reason. It's keeping Angel from closing back up again, he's being a little bit silly with him and teasing him. I mean, did you see the silly lil walk he did crossing in front of Angel? And Angel is super confused because he's like "how tf is this supposed to make me feel better??"

That's the thing. It's not. That's sympathy's job, not empathy's. Empathy just want's you to feel felt with, it doesn't want to tell you how to feel. And adding that bit of silliness gives Angel's vulnerability a chance to breathe and it prevents Angel from closing in on himself.

The next verse, pre-chorus, and chorus is when the empathy though really kicks in.

The next verse, is the first part of empathy: Sharing about a similar experience you went through.

In this verse, now that Angel is listening not just hearing, Husk shares that he has been gruesomely damaged. Calling back to what he shared literally seconds before the song. That he knows what it's like to sign away your soul, and constantly look back at it with huge amounts of regret. That knowing that moment is what turned him into the mess he is today, and that he has no one to blame but himself. Just like Angel.

Then in the pre-chorus where there's the whole:

"I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak Haha! And you think that makes you unique? Get outta here, man!"

That isn't Husk telling Angel to get over himself and this isn’t him undermining what Angel’s been through. That's him saying 'I did too, you're not alone’

And then the very simple word change from "you're" to "we're" in the chorus is SO FREAKING HUGE. Because Husk is essentially saying "You feel like a total loser right now. Ok. Then if what happened to you/what you went through makes you a loser, then I'm a loser too. Let's be loser's together." Instead of trying to make Angel stop feeling like he's a hopeless loser, he decides that he is too.

He meets Angel where he is.

Aka: ✨empathy✨

Angel finally feels seen, understood, felt with. All the goals of empathy. He no longer feels alone in what he is struggling with, which is HUGE! Especially for people going through/dealing with SA and abuse.

The bridge of the song, is also extremely important, because this is where they acknowledge the differences in what they're going through. Their root problem is the same, but how it messed up their lives and created the problems they deal with now are completely different

And that's around when the song begins to shift from just Husk showing empathy and comforting Angel, to them both finding comfort in each other.

Which you can clearly see by the chorus under the umbrella, where it's not just one of them singing the chorus, but it's both of them. Because they have found a place to go to and confide in, a place of comfort, with each other.

Like, I am genuinely concerned that people find this song toxic like... have- have you never experienced empathy before? Are you ok?

So yeah, to wrap this up, if you don’t like ‘Loser, Baby’ just because you don’t like the song in general? That’s fine (odd, but fine)

But if you hate it because it “undermines Angel’s experience and what he goes through” I…

words.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

[saeyoungs-angel]

Hey lovely, if you don’t have too many asks id like to request shota or denki with a partner that struggles with depression, mainly with taking care of them selves in this. like hygiene, getting out of bed or doing anything really. denki or shota help them do little things that. i think you know what i mean so just write it how ever you want or don’t, if you are uncomfortable with this.

⨳​ punctilious — mha

starring. aizawa & you

plot. you may think you’re slick, but your boyfriend pays attention to everything. this includes the lack of care that you’ve shown yourself, recently.

genre. comfort, fluff

cw. mentions of depressive episodes and depressive behaviors

notes. god i am so sorry it took me so long to get to this, my writers block is so fuckin bad rn but i managed to finish it! i hope u see this since i cant tag u and idk if ur following me but if u do then i hope u enjoy it:)

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3

𓆩☆𓆪

“(y/n), this is the fourth day in a row that you’ve slept in so late.”

you grumble in your half-asleep state, swiftly snatching the blanket he had so rudely stolen from over you. you tuck it back underneath your weary arms and roll away from aizawa.

huffing, you reply in a slurry manner. “tired, shota. didn’t get enough sleep.”

he hums, tilting above you to reach your furrowed eyebrows—he softly thumbs the crease forming in between them.

“stop that, you’ll look old.” he chides, feeling a bit hopeless with your attitude. he knows very well that your sleeping pattern has been through the ringer this past week, and he also knows he can’t force you to fix it.

that said, he still stubbornly wants to try.

“hey, sweetheart. if you get up now, we’ll go to a cat cafe. how’s that sound?”

your eyes fly open, only to dim moments after.

“not feelin’ it today, sorry sho.”

now, aizawa isn’t surprised by much, but this? this has him reeling on the inside. you never turn down an invite to a cafe, let alone one filled with cats.

something is amiss, definitely. though he’d like to speak with you about it directly, he’s worried that you’ll close yourself off even more—it’s not like you never confide in him, but you’re obviously keeping something from him.

he decides to let you rest, offering him enough time to consider his options.

when the sun begins to set, aizawa grows concerned. why are you sleeping so late now? with only solicitous thoughts of you clouding his mind, he shuffles quickly towards your shared bedroom.

creaking the door open, he finds the lights still untouched. “sweetheart?”

his eyes adjust, tracing the outline of your face that’s illuminated by your phone light—which isn’t very bright, probably because you’ve been in the dark all day long.

“hm? oh, sorry. i got stuck on social media.” you end your excuse with a light laugh, not even inching to shut of the device while your eyes lay on him.

he shakes his head and dismisses your words, moving to seat himself on the edge of the bed closest to you. he grasps your hand in his, smiling at you in concern.

“you haven’t been out of the room today, you know? it’s eight o’clock already.”

his voice brings silence with it, you averting your eyes as you can sense what’s ahead of you. scrolling on your phone, you distract yourself unsuccessfully.

“is there something you want to tell me?”

your scrolling pauses for a brief moment, just before you regain yourself and continue. your heart is by your feet and you have no idea where you should take the conversation now.

“i’m—i, uh. fuck, sho. i’m having trouble, alright? that’s all, and i’ll be okay in time. don’t worry about me, please.”

the last sentence drops from your lips and aizawa worries more than ever—those words always come from someone that needs to be worried about.

“quit it. i’m here to help you, not scold you or something. i’m your boyfriend, (y/n), not your mother. i can’t do anything if you refuse my help, but i’m asking you to let me help you.”

your scrolling doesn’t pause this time, it ceases completely. you shut off your phone, the room dimming before you reach for the lamp and switch it on. your vision is a bit blurry and you’re trembling ever-so-slightly, but you respond.

“okay.” with a shaky voice, you nod your head in extra confirmation.

aizawa’s lips turn upwards just lightly, “then it’s a deal. just one more thing, though. i need you to work with me, you have to try, alright? i’ll be here with you for every step, but i need you here as well.”

that’s how it started, you and aizawa both working to turn your episode upside down. two is better than one, right?

“hey, time to get up. i gave you an extra hour, so i expect a kiss after you shower and brush your teeth.”

you sneer, hating the fact that he knows you would’ve preferred to stay in bed and skip those things.

“why not now?” your tone is playful, yet he answers you honestly.

“because it’ll also be a reward for you, sweetheart. now get up, we’re going for coffee.”

the moment the toothpaste reaches your mouth, you gag lightly. after some time without tasting it, the feeling it leaves on your tongue is unfamiliar—aizawa is immediately by your side, brushing his teeth with you.

staring at him through the wide mirror, you smile to yourself. having someone next to you doing the exact same thing effortlessly may not be super comforting, but as he smiles back towards you the world seems just a bit brighter.

he snags your attention through the reflective surface, pointing from you to himself. your eyes leer on him as he counts on his fingers to a certain number, then switches his toothbrush to the other side. he wants you to repeat it, that much you can tell.

as you follow his actions, you turn it into a tiny game for yourself. thirty seconds, done. thirty seconds, done. thirty seconds, done. thirty seconds, aaand completely done.

“that wasn’t so hard, right angel?” he smiles down at you as you flip him off sarcastically.

“actually, it’s easier than i remember it. that might be because you’re here, though.”

critical hit, 98 damage dealt to shota aizawa!

𓆩☆𓆪

feedback is extremely meaningful!

[thornsofdeath]

phf rants

as i’ve made clear im rlly impacted by this book. dont mind my lowkey venting

damn this is long

mista's coldness towards fugo / the stadium scene as a whole

it really really hurt me to see mista treating fugo, his old partner, his old friend like a dangerous enemy. i know he had his valid reasoning, but that very specific kind of angst shatters me. mista had his gun pointed at fugo for the entire stadium scene, not wavering for even a second. the worst part? it seemed like mista was trying to purposefully incite fugo to snap by right out insulting him and his stand, saying he was glad when fugo didn’t get on the boat. it seemed like he was egging fugo on just so he had an excuse to kill him, to get one more thing off his list of concerns. fugo as a person meant nothing at all to mista. when mista said “kill these traitors, or we’ll kill you” i wanted to cry. mista goes on about hoe fugo is a massive threat because purple haze is unhinged and can wipe out the enitre population if he wanted. fugo politely corrects him, as PH only has 6 capsules and can only attack 6 times in a day. did i see myself in that scene and feel fugo’s pain of just wanting to be left alone and not have to think about the past or the future, silent and melancholic during intervention and just feeling like the only way out is to kms right then and there? thats a secret ill never tell.  phf makes me smad.

there were some little details in purple haze feedback that got me thinking as well. in the 6 months between fugo’s leave and his cold reuniting with mista, fugo was playing piano at a bar. Most of the people who bring this up refer to it as just some cool trick he could get because he’s a rich kid. he is not. in flashbacks, it’s shown that bruno only knows how to cope with distress by isolating himself and bottling everything up. god, did i feel that. sheila e’s life goal was to kill illuso (to avenge her sister) and swore her life to giorno after finding out he killed him, it’s ironic though because in reality fugo had killed him, and in the first part of the book, they weren’t exactly friends. 

another part that really just made me wanna sob and bash my head into a wall was seeing fugo’s pure self hatred. since he was a child, he had it drilled into his head that if he couldnt produce results, he was worthless. after being disowned and thrown into jail with no future, he was completely hopeless. even after bruno came and took him in, he was never free of his liabilities. no matter what he did, he couldnt help seeing himself as some monster, failure, and burden. (kinnie moment) it worsened when he had to abandon bruno’s gang, his only saving grace was bruno, his light, hope, and acceptance. now he was stripped of that, gripped in fear knowing too well that betraying passione would end horribly. deep in his heart he wanted so badly to join them, to join his found family, but the logic he had drilled into his own head of knowing that betrayal was foolish and futile wouldnt let him have his way. hes back on the streets, just like how he was (or wouldve been after getting out of jail) after being disowned. he got a piano gig at a bar, and let himself wallow in grief and depression for 6 months. throughout the events pf PHF, we still see him clinging to memories and trauma. they say “what you let consume you will define you”, and i couldnt begin to describe it any better. putting all of the guilt and blame on his own shoulders, feeling he deserved it all and more. 

either i wasnt paying enough attention (this bitch got some rereading to do) or the purple haze distortion scene was kinda underwhelming. his character arc felt kinda rushed, like most of the book was establishing his bad state and constant flashbacks, and then all of a sudden he has confidence in his abilities and believes in himself. of course, im overjoyed he did get growth, and had a happy ending (depends on how you interpret it). stan fugio

vittorio’s fascination with pain really got me feelin. hgghhhhhhhh hh hnnhhhhh. he describes it well, wanting to feel his life force/energy in the form of pain so that he didnt ‘go extinct’, and the writing of it just saying straight up ‘cutting himself’ ‘hurting himself’ ‘self harming’ made my skin crawl. as someone who suffers with shit like that its both painful and relieving to know a character who has similar habits, whether it’s for the purpose of activating his stand or just to cope. 

2 times in phf, fugo does some kind of suicide attack. of course, he survives both. it’s never made clear whether or not he intended to die/didnt mind dying as it was a way of accomplishing his mission, but either way it got me heavy breathing. the last one especially, when he bites a virus capsule to kill volpe. did he know he’d grown and purple haze would miraculously save him with his own genius plan, or was he going out with a bang? luckily for me it wasnt really gone over like ‘hey you couldve died from that are you doing ok mentally’ or else i mightve felt nauseous reading it. im all for angst, but idk how much more i can take when its day 87 of quarantine and im numb as fuck just waiting to break down. 

angelica’s stand night bird flying (is probably not that complicated im just fuckin dumb) made fugo and everyone else hallucinate/dream. in fugo’s dream, it was pretty much an ideal au.  he was permitted to see his grandma when she was near death (preventing the professor scene), met bruno (fisher boy with fisher dad) on a boat and they became friends, nara went back to school and was doing good overall, abba remained a cop but didnt do any bad things, the whole group was all just good friends having a fun time. god i would licherally sell my body and soul for them all to be happy like that and all live. 

the concept of abandonment also messed me up, just the feeling that everyone say fugo as someone who abandoned the group in their hour of need out of selfishness made me wanna cry angry sad depression tears. hes a good man! let him be ok and happy i will fight all fugo haters no cap

every time i think back to the fugio restaurant scene i just. idk man it hurts me. the pessimistic bitch in me says that it would be unrequited and fugo would only be more sad because even through his efforts, he’s just another pawn working for giorno. on the other hand, it makes me soft n giddy because?? omyfucking god giorno asks fugo to call him giogio when NOBODY ELSE IN THE BOOK had referred to him as that. the fuckin “if grief anchors your feet, let me share it” part makes me wanna jusyt. complete my kin transformation into fugo and be a sobbin g  shaking mess in his arms as he tells me its all gonna be ok. was that a vent? absolutely. anyways, its pretty damn special for the don of the mafia to invite you to breakfast at a fancy restaurant before the place opens and its just the two of you. giorno fixes fugo’s injuries and tells him that he’s proud of his growth, and that he knew fugo could do it. dude?????? if i didnt already know i was a lonely affection/affirmation/attention starved bitch that wouldve done it for me.

holy fuck that was longer than i expected it to be. i do feel better tho

[leavetwn]

* KAYLEE BRYANT, CISWOMAN + SHE/HER  | you know SUZIE TANAKA, right? they’re TWENTY-ONE, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, EIGHTEEN YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to VALENTINE BY HOPE TALA like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole ROLLERSKATES SCUFFED FROM YEARS OF USE, STARTING A JOURNAL ENTRY TWO YEARS SINCE THE LAST ONE, A SIGH OF RELIEF ONCE YOU'RE FINALLY ALONE thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is NOVEMBER 28TH, so they’re a SAGGITARIUS, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( claire, 22, est, she/her )

it’s me again ! bringing a character who i’ve played for a while now, just switched up & such for every rp, and now , i’m bringin her here. :^) i hope you enjoy her as much as i do! tw: mentions of mental illness (anxiety)

𝐈. ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 .

full name: suzie tanaka. nickname(s): su, anything your muse wants to call her tbh. age: twenty-one. date of birth: november 28th. zodiac sign: saggitarius. gender/pronouns: ciswoman, she/her. sexual orientation: bisexual. romantic orientation: biromantic. hometown: san francisco, californio. current residence: irving, north carolina. occupation: part time waitress at cutie pie’s thanks to her skills on skates. full time student at the local college in her junior year as a creative writing major. she minors in film pro eye color: brown. hair color/style: dark brown, upper-mid back length & she usually just wears it in a simple ponytail. it’s more manageable when she’s out. however, when she’s at home, she’ll leave it down. height : 5′3″. clothing style: you can’t really put suzie’s style into one category. it’s inspired by several different eras & many times she pieces it together. some might call it a bit tacky at times, but she thinks it looks cute. to her, that’s all that matters. tattoos: none. probably could never attempt to get one cause she’s seriously afraid of needles lol. piercings: her ears and that’s when she was fairly young. reference the tattoos portion for reasoning.

𝐈. ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 .

when you were around six years old  , you first realized that you were lonely. it wasn’t like you weren’t around other people. it was just that those people were mostly your mom and dad. occasionally your cousins would come over sometimes, but they were all older than you by at least four years. your parents were kind of eccentric, and for that, they experienced how harsh other kids could be very early on. they decided they didn’t want you to experience the same things, so since both were felt they were prepared enough to do so, they homeschooled you to keep you sheltered from those types of things. 

you’re sure they had good intentions. that’s not something you questioned, but you wished they’d at least find another kid you could be friends with or have another kid. you found yourself bored by yourself, so you immersed yourself in things like books or whatever movies they had around the house. this is where your love of fairytales began, and you’d fantasize about living in one while you read or watched the stories unfold.

you lived in your head, and you still pretty much do. you’re an idealist, even though you haven’t seen much of the world. perhaps it’s the fact that you haven’t ventured very far from your home that makes you so, and while life could still be boring, you always had another book or movie to keep you company. you grew content being on your own, and the more that you were, the more you began to enjoy your own company.

that didn’t change the fact that you longed for friends. in all the stories you read or watched, the protagonist had one other person along with them for much of their journey. sure, you had people that you were friendly with, but it was never to the extent that you wanted. it was never a best friend or a close group  —  just someone you saw on few occasions. it also didn’t help how you felt when you were around others. the way you monitored every step you took, the way you crossed your legs, or going over the way you would speak to someone in your head over and over. you figured for the longest time it was because you were shy, but a diagnosis of anxiety gave you a lot more clarity and almost a sense of relief. those things started to make more sense.

being alone helped a lot when it came to academics. you spent a lot of your time studying or looking up random ass facts on the internet, and because of this, you’d call yourself fairly smart. you know your shit. it also helped a lot when getting into colleges. you didn’t aim too high though, not yet comfortable being all the way on your own. so, you chose the nearby university to attend. 

you move out. you’re excited, and your parents are nervous but prepared. they’re not oblivious to the fact that this day would come. you’re ready to go out and face the world, but most of all, you’re ready to make friends. you’re ready to go out and experience the world, every small step at a time. you’re convinced at college you’ll become a brand new person, find yourself, and make plenty of friends. 

it doesn’t go like that at first. of course it doesn’t. it’s a new environment, and it takes getting used to. but soon, people loosen up and warm up to you. you’re quick to make a couple of friends. it isn’t at all like the stories you’d read or watched when you were younger. it is happy and fun and joyous, but you realize that friendships take work. it’s a bit exhausting, as someone who had become such an introvert, but you manage and form close bonds. 

as of now, you are working on your degree and managing life one step at a time. you’re doing pretty well, and things are looking up. you keep your head in the clouds still to this day, imagining what the future will be like. you’re still idealistic and optimistic, not that that’s a bad thing.  

𝐈. ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 .

i was being exaggerative with the ‘being at home’ stuff rip. i mean, she did spend a lot of time at home, but she wasn’t always there. her dad would take her out to rockin’ and rollin’, and i mean, she fuckin rocks when it comes to skating. it was kind of freeing to her as a child. she def got a pair of rollerblades as a christmas present, and she probably was the kid skating down her neighborhood road and shit from sunrise until her mom told her to take her ass inside. 

maybe seems like she’s ditzy and she’s probably somewhat naive, but she’s definitely not stupid. she’s also a fast learner. she is, however, too nice for her own good. she’ll learn eventually, but she’s hopeful and an optimist at heart 💔

loves her dad but tells her mom everything. she doesn’t recognize it, but her mom was probably her first best friend lmaoo. they have a really good relationship. she has a good relationship with her dad too. he’s a bit more closed off than her mom, and she recognizes that but understands.

has an irrational fear that everyone’s like,,, staring at her & thinking she’s weird. really wants everyone to like her but she’s not sure how to make that happen (news flash, it won’t)

her fam is actually from san francisco but when she was 3, her dad got a better offer in irving so that’s how they ended up here. she knows this & she wonders what life woulda been like if she stayed back in san fran. probably wouldn’t have changed but she literally lives in her head and imagines shit like that’s her job at this point so yehhh 

dreams of being a screenwriter and maybe even a director one day. she saw how film and books influenced her life as a kid & she wants to have the same impact, yk? v cute to me i love that. maybe she’ll write a book one day too who knows

i’m feelin like she has a ton of online friends cause she was seeking connection /w people so it makes sense. shout out to all her online pals who kept her sane & shit, but it wasn’t enough for her cause she really wanted those kinds of things irl.

is a hopeless romantic rip to her. just wants someone to sweep her up off her feet and give her butterflies but this aint no damn fairytale so let’s make it chaotic

character parallels: lily (dash & lily, 2020) , amélie poulain (amélie, 2001) , belle in some ways lmao (beauty and the beast, 1991) more to be added.

𝐈. ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

*  friends, best friends, etc.  — literally any friends at all. this is the connection she craves the most tbh. platonic over romantic periodt ! she just wants people to braid her hair and have deep, personal convos with about literally anything while legally blonde is on the television. 

* a bad influence  —  i mean, she stayed inside mostly & is kind of an introvert. didn’t have tons of friends either, so she didn’t really have time to go to parties, etc. BE A BAD INFLUENCE SHE NEEDS TO LET LOOSE LMAOO. it’ll prolly take a lot to get her out but hey 

* good influence  — someone she’s a good influence on & who she helps in some way. i could see it happenin’. if you see it happening, i mean... hmu you know where i am mwah 💖

* crush  — someone she’s head over heels with. i mean, it probably wouldn’t take a lot. in my head she be catching feelings way too fast. it’s just a thing, but yeah, it could go either way. maybe your character is into her too or she’ll end up getting her heart broken which is lmao bound to happen one day. could also be someone who’s crushing on her but she’s way to busy focusing all her romantic attention on someone else to notice? idk i’m just here for all the plots.

* annoyance  — someone who finds her ass annoying/does not like her. she wants everyone to like her so it would be so confusing and upsetting and she would be like wtf did i do but i want it cause i love angst. sorry to all my muses out there luv yall but i’m just bein real

* again, anything at all  — if you have an idea that you love, pls don’t hesitate to hmu and lemme know. i promise i will 99.9% of the time be down. the same goes for any wanted connection doodads that i reblog like if u see it and ur like omg i luv that... PLEASE hmu i luv u all already & just wanna have plots and write with you srsly

[writebythenight]

The Silence

Chapter Twelve

Rose was sharpening her knife. It had started to drag the last time she used it when Rick approached her for what she knew was going to be one of the worst conversations of her life.

"Ya alright?" He asked her when he came to a stop.

"Cut the shit... please?" She said sadly. "I know you think I fucked up but nothing bad happened."

"It could have."

"I was armed. He wasn't" Rose shrugged. "I saw the proof that he was sick spilling out of that bucket! You really think I didn't think about it logically? He was sick, unarmed and if he managed to get past me then Eddie was outside..."

"And what if he got past Eddie too?" He growled. "What if he had gotten to Judith?"

"He would never...!" She stopped herself before defending Negan but the look on Rick's face told her he already knew what she was going to say.

"He's gotten to you." Rick looked at her with the look he saved for the times he really needed it, she called it his cop face.

"No..." As much as she tried to hide the uncertainty in her voice she knew it was pointless. "I let a sick man be more comfortable, that's all there is to it Rick. If I really thought anybody could have come to any harm I wouldn't have done it."

The man just stared back at her for a long time looking for any part of her expression that might give away her true feelings. Rick was sure she was starting to soften to the man he wanted kept away from everybody and he couldn't help but feel slightly responsible for it, he had asked her to do just that. How could he be angry at her?

"Shit..." He said under his breath. "Okay." He knelt down in front of her and placed his hand over the one that held her knife. "I trust you, Rose." The sincerity in her eyes told him he could.

"I would never do anything I thought would put Judith in danger." She told him quietly. "Any of you... I fought alongside you!"

"I know." He nodded to her, feeling stupid that he would ever doubt her, she was a strong and capable woman. That was exactly why he trusted her to do it in the first place.

XX

"Rick came to see me yesterday." Was the first thing Negan told Rose.

"Oh yeah?" She asked sitting back in her chair.

"Told me about his day like I'm his fuckin' wife or somethin'.'" He made a sound of disgust. "Kept talkin' about the future you're all creatin' out there." Rose noticed something different in his voice. It wasn't the usual warm tone but empty and her stomach dropped, already knowing what was coming having seen it so many times before. People always ended up here.

He had done so well so far. She stayed silent knowing by now that if he started a conversation he wouldn't need much coaxing.

"I got to thinking' how I'll never be a part of that." He stayed sat on his cot, leaning up against the hard wall one of his long legs bent and the fact that he hadn't come right up to the bars like usual bothered Rose to no end. "I'll never get to just sit outside with a beer, watch people do stupid shit." He paused but it was a heavy one. "I'll never get to have you." He finished.

"Negan..." She started quietly as she stood up at the bars but she just didn't know what to say.

"That day with you..." Negan said softly. "It fuckin' broke me." His voice cracked with the strain of the emotion he was holding in. "The second I got back in this cell I just felt cold, alone... fuckin' hopeless. The silence... it's too much for me, Rose."

"Come here..." She said quietly, not having anything else to say while her heart broke for him. The only thing she could think of doing was touching him, that always made him feel better right? If she could just...

"Im no good for ya." He spoke in the same monotonous way he had when he began this conversation. "Just like I wasn't for Lucille."

"You need to let go Negan. You've been beating yourself up over that stuff for too long."

"I don't want you comin' in here anymore, ya hear me?" He rasped still looking at the wall.

"What?"

"I don't deserve you spendin' all your time in here. You can deny it all you want but I know you got feelin's for me." He laughed slowly, maliciously. "I've always had the worst luck. So meetin' the girl of my fuckin' dreams in the god damned apocalypse while I'm locked up with no chance of a future with her... that sounds just like fuckin' like me."

"Negan you're bound to feel like this! The worst thing would be to be alone... I'm not leavin' you alone to rot in here."

"So what you gonna do spend the rest of your life pining over me like one of them desperate, lonely, ugly fucks who fall in love with people on death row?" He lazily rolled his head to look at me now. "Cos' that's what I am sweetheart. I'm gonna die here. I give it the big fuck you to Rick and everybody but I know I'm not gettin' out."

"Whether you like it or not Negan... I'll be coming to see you everyday."

"Oh shit! You really are desperate aren't you."

"Stop being an asshole cos you think you can push me away." She said not taking anything he said to heart.

"Go find some normal, boring fuck and stop botherin' me would ya?"

"Funny you should say that... Gabriel's started to look real good."

"I'm fuckin' serious, Rose." She had stupidly thought making a joke would perk him up alittle, the fact that he didn't come back with some snark remark worried her. He was right, this was serious. "I can't give you what you deserve. I'll never be able to."

XX

It went pretty much the same way every single time Rose went to see Negan. He wouldn't eat, she got no reaction from him even when she offered to flash him and she as being serious. No matter what she did he stayed in that deep dark pit of depression she has seen so many others in before, had even helped people get out of. This time she felt helpless.

XX

"He's not eating." Michonne seemed to be making a habit out of searching Rose out and begging her to clean up her and Ricks mess. Rose threw down the trowel she was using and stood up to face her.

"You know what Michonne. Neither am I!

He's depressed! Of course he's fuckin depressed! It's fucking cruel. What do you want me to do for him? Give him a prescription!"

"I don't... I just thought..."

"You thought I have some kind of connection with him right? That's what Rick asked me to do! Make a connection with a imprisoned man but get the third degree off you both when I actually try to help him."

"I get it." Although Michonne looked like she wanted to rip Rose's head off she just walked off.

XX

"You've been talkin' to Michonne." Rose's voice echoed in the cell which felt completely empty. No reply.

"You had a lot to say to her apparently." Rose sighed.

"It's been a week. Are you gonna give up?"

Nothing.

"I miss you."

Silence. Rose squeezed her eyes shut feeling stupid in a hundred different ways for having said that.

"You asked me once... what the worst thing I've ever done is?"

She heard him shuffle and hoped she'd finally got his attention.

"Ask me again again and I'll tell you."

"What's the worst thing you've ever done?" His voice was still flat but at least it was words.

"It was a while after this whole thing started... I was with two other women and there was these guys, four of them." The same dread that always filled her whenever she thought about it came in floods and she had to take a deep breath. "We joined up with them, safety in numbers and all that. One night they were talking to themselves, laughing about stuff and kept looking over at us. I knew straight away something was off, men have that certain look when they're thinking about doing terrible things. I told the other two, Erin and Abi." There name made her eyes fill with tears. "To keep hold of their weapons and I remember thinking first thing in the morning and we're gone."

She looked up to see Negan had turned to face her now.

"But it was already too late. They came over one with a gun and the other three grabbed us. Pinned us down and I fought, I fought so god damn hard and I was lucky. That's all it was. I wasn't any stronger than the others and the guy who came to me was a little smaller. I got away just before he... I stabbed the sick fuck. There I was running away, half naked lucky it was dark so the shots the guy fired after me, missed." She began crying now and she knew it was an accumulation of everything... the loneliness, her unwanted feelings for Negan, the hostility from certain members of the group but most of all the shame and guilt. "I just ran off. I didn't help them!"

All that could be heard was her soft sobs as she tried to control herself. "I got out of the place we were holed up and kept moving until morning. I've no idea how I survived any of it. I was just lucky. That's the only difference between them and me."

"You did what you had to do." His voice made her jump. "I'm so sorry that happened Rose."

"Don't!" She snapped. "Don't feel sorry for me. It's those poor women..."

"I don't know what the hell you hoped would happen by tellin' me that. All it's made me do is get angry that I can't hold you! That it could happen to you again and I'd be locked up in this FUCKING SHIT HOLE!" He raged worse than she'd ever seen him before. "Yeah you stand there like a fuckin' deer in the headlights darlin' cos there's nothing I can do for ya! So just fuckin' leave!"

Rose hesitated, not knowing what to do until she came to a harsh conclusion. "You're right. There's nothin' either of us can do for each other." She said quietly, in defeat. "I thought I could help you. That was so naive of me."

And then she left.

"Rose.." Negan said so quietly she didn't even hear. "Fuckin' shit!" He shouted, enraged that she was carrying around guilt because of some sick fucks and just as angry that he couldn't do anything about it.

XX

Later that day Rose had been doing paroles around the walls having needed to get out. Walking back to her house she was intercepted by Scott, his warm friendly eyes looking concerned.

"Is it all sorted?" He asked.

"What?"

"Maggie..."

"What about her?" Rose asked getting frustrated.

"I thought you'd have been told... Maggie turned up at here about ten, fifteen minutes ago... I told Michonne..."

He didn't even finish his sentence before Rose was racing off to the place she knew Maggie would be. The panic pushed her to run even faster knowing all too well what the only reason the woman would have stepped foot in Alexandria.

Chapter Thirteen

A/N

So sorry for the cliffhanger but this is close to 2000 words and I don't know if anyone would want a chapter that long.

Thanks as always to anyone who has followed or left comments. It means so much!

[midnight-musings-blog]

another example of a fanfic scene

Here is Mercurio making an appearance for you Mercurio fans. Somewhat still in a raw early draft form, so when it appears will probably be fleshed out some more. Also, I have included his pet cat - whose name I have from @themanonthecouch. thanks.

She arrived at Mercurio’s apartment soon afterwards. ‘’Hello. Mercurio?’’

‘’Yeah. I would say it’s nice to see you again, but ah, given the circumstances,’’ he opened the door wider letting her enter. A quick cautionary glance outside before closing the door again. ‘’I was kinda hopin’ not to see you again. But to be honest, I had a feelin’ that this would happen.’’

‘’What makes you say that?’’ She furrowed her brow.

‘’Well, I dunno,’’ he shrugged, ‘’just felt likely. It was odd that he took you in in the first place, so I wondered if… ah, well, never mind.’’

‘’What makes you say you ‘hoped not to see me again’?’’

He snorted, ‘’since you’re here I think you know pretty damn well why, so don’t play dumb. You don’t strike me as a stupid, so don’t think that I’ll just think you are because you’re a girl.’’ He gave her a slight smile, ‘’anyway. I’m sorry. This is probably a lot to take in for you. And, to be honest, you don’t seem too streetwise.’’ He looked at the girl, a certain naiveté and inexperienced girl-next-door vibe about her. Quite fresh-faced; wide-eyed still. Not experienced in the ways of the world, or of anything clandestine as he was, most likely. Appearances could be deceiving of course, but she struck him as someone not only green in vampire’s shadowy world, but in that of life in general. She was still standing still in the middle of the floor, looking at him expectantly. ‘’Well, you better come through. This way.’’ He led her through to the living area. He’d taken her coat and hung it up for her. ‘’You can sit if you like. Probably more comfortable. I’ve got quite a bit to fill you in on. And I’ll bet you’ve got plenty of questions.’’

‘’Well, he told me some things.’’

‘’Yeah, but I know that LaCroix is… not exactly,’’ he made a face as if he was reaching for the right phrase, ‘’not exactly the easiest to talk with. And he might not have told you everything.’’

‘’No. I mean… he was quite affable before,’’ she reflected. LaCroix had a charm about him, even though his demeanour was brittle and demanding. ‘’but, knowing what he is,’’ she bit her lip, ‘’well I… I just feel uneasy with him now.’’

‘’Yeah. That will have been a shock. I know, I get it.’’

‘’I don’t know how he is. What to expect of him,’’ she said, ‘’I know he sent me to you to instruct me how to er,’’ she grimaced, ‘’’make myself useful to him’. And, how all this ‘Kindred society’ works - what’s expected of me. But, I don’t… can’t you tell me how he is? Some honesty, without the, well, ‘corporate spiel’ I guess? Some insight to all this?’’

‘’Well, maybe the first thing I should say is that my loyalty to him is written in blood so my opinion of the guy’s moot.’’

She looked confused. ‘’what do you mean?’’

‘’You’ll find out.’’ 

‘’That’s not an answer.’’

‘’LaCroix told me that he’d took you on as a new ghoul of his - that’s why he sent you here.’’

‘’Yes.’’ She admitted unwillingly.

‘’Right. Ok, when I say my loyalty is written in blood I’m not talkin’ figuratively… and it won’t be long before you understand this better than I can tell you it.’’

She stared at him. She’d had an feeling of unease as soon as she first learnt of it. She knew that she must avoid becoming hopelessly devoted to the vampire, for her own sake. For the sake of her sanity and independence of mind. But Mercurio’s words landed like a thud to her. ‘’So, you cannot - will not - say anything against him then? He had me drink his blood. So… I’m stuck with him now am I? He told me that I’d have to ‘serve’ him. There’s no choice then?’’

‘’No. but, you won’t want to go against him - the blood makes you attached,’’ Mercurio admitted, swallowing. He felt bad for her. Maybe it was old-fashioned of him, but seeing an innocent young woman - young enough to be his daughter in fact - made him feel protective. He could not act in defiance towards LaCroix, given that he had been fully bound to the Ventrue for many, many years, but he was still capable of feeling uneasy. Why do this to her? She must have something to offer. Unless he’d done it just to be cruel, which wasn’t beyond belief. But LaCroix was a pragmatic operator, and wouldn’t invest his blood simply for the hell of it. He was demanding, but he was not usually vindictive for the sake of being so.

‘’Oh my god. So I’m a fucking vampire’s slave.’’

’’It’s not completely hopeless. Don’t get scared,’’ he said with a sort of fatalism in his mind such that the words didn’t fully match his thoughts or the reality. ‘’What you need to learn is that you’re in a pretty precarious position - potentially anyway. It’s what you make of it though. If you keep your head down - keep being useful and reliable - make a niche for yourself - you’ll do ok. LaCroix is a demanding guy - which you’ve probably figured by now anyways. But he’s not the worst - trust me. Just don’t antagonise him too much, and he’s quite reasonable - to a point. He is the boss though - our master actually if you wanna be pedantic about it.’’

A dreadful image of Dwight Frye, all crazed-eyed and desperate, unhinged adoration, as Renfield gleefully proclaiming his complete submission to his master flashed in her mind. ‘’I don’t have to call him that all the time, surely?’’

‘’To be honest, you might do it voluntarily.’’ He could see her baulk at that. ‘’And yeah, LaCroix can be pretty pedantic about protocol, so just play along with it.’’

She took a deep breath; closed eyes. Face in hands for a moment to collect herself. ’’Ok, look. I asked him this - but I don’t expect he’s going to be completely honest since he’s got reason to convince me otherwise. And, so do you since you’ve been… serving him for a while. But… Am I going go really crazy or what?’’

‘’It happens. But, not necessarily. It depends how it’s managed. Do I seem nuts to you?’’

‘’You seem ok. Looks are deceiving though, aren’t they? And, I don’t really know you at all.’’

‘’Sure.’’ ‘’I bet you’re imagining something out of a movie aren’t you? Like, those really loopy henchmen they always have with the villains in monster films, right?’’

‘’Yeah. I was thinking like Renfield in Dracula. Much as I love the guy, the thought of ending up like Dwight Frye acts him is not something I want to be. And, frankly, he freaks me out more than Dracula in that film.’’ 

‘’Fuckin’ hell. That’s too much,’’ Mercurio laughed with a feeling of unease.

‘’I was thinking the term ‘ghoul’ couldn’t be for nothing.’’

‘’Sure. But, you don’t have to be a complete freak. And, to be honest, the vamps don’t seem to think much of those which are, so they tend not to stick around too long.’’

‘’Great.’’

‘’Well, if that helps motivate you to stay on top of it, then it’s as good a reason as any, right?’’

‘’Hmm, I suppose,’’ she sighed. 

‘’Don’t get too worried about it now anyway,’’ he said, ‘’it’s not always clear how it will turn out. And, there might be a bit of leeway. He seems to like you a bit.’’

‘’But not like me enough to respect my independence, right?’’ She said with a sternness in the eyes, almost surprising in the girl who seems to him naive, ingenue-like and shy, yet now with this sudden hint of uncommon resolve. ‘’I’d be a desperate and naive person to accept such actions as evidence of liking for me, don’t you think?’’

‘’Er, well, sure. You’re quite right,’’ he trailed off, ‘’but, you know, it’s good that you think like that. The ones who let things like that go to their head really don’t do well or last.’’

‘’Well, I hope so anyway.’’

Mercurio told her a few other things over the rest of the evening. 

A tabby cat, brown stripped in colour with a white underbelly and sock-like white furry paws, strolled crossed the floor between them and brushed up against her legs. 

‘’Oh, hello,’’ she stroked the curious cat on its head. ‘’Who is this then?’’

‘’Name’s Diana - my cat. Had her for a couple of years,’ Mercurio answered her. He reached out to stroke Diana himself; patting his lap for her to sit on him.

‘’Hmm, you seem like a cat person. We have cats at home.’’

[noctomania]

I'm so fuckin tired of this pain. I was having a good day this morning feelin good mentally then i had to push my body mire than i should and now I'm spending the night in pain and i didn't get much sleep last night.

If this specialist does not give me hope i am going to literally cry in their office unapologetically and loud bc fuck these doctors continuously telling me they can't do anything for me as if I'm a fuckin alien case like they've never seen 2 extruding disks. Fucked up. Makes me feel really alone and hopeless like I'm the only one with sciatica who can't lay on their stomach.

[cyrusfm]

impossible year: what year was the best of your life? how about the worst?

MEME WEEKEND !

“shit, i’ve had so many fuckin’ worst years that it feels kind of stupid to try and pick out one of ‘em. but if i have to, i’ll say last year was possibly the worst one. i was definitely in my lowest point, feelin’ defeated, useless, hopeless, completely alone. just felt as if life would be much easier if i just fuckin’... well, that didn’t happen and i decided to get clean so at least one good thing came out of it. and i’d say this has been my best year. a lot of fucked up shit still happened because i guess that’s just a requirement in my life but i’ve been able to stay sober, be closer to family and friends, meet some really fuckin’ great people, get with the man of my dreams. so, yeah, i’d say it’s been a really good year.”

[bts-trans]

[LYRICS] 농담 (Joke) by Rap Monster

Korean

내 고막을 울리는 리듬

Bass & Drum 날 움직이는 기름

여기 존재하는 모든 행복과 너의 새해 복 까지 모두 imma fuckin get em

나는 엘라스틴 너희들은 비듬

랩 병신들 너희 수준 비등비등

fame, girls, money that ma honey to the 100 to the 100

누가 나를 막니 imma fuckin beat em

거머리 같은 haters 나를 죽여 나를 묶어 나를 숙연

하게 만들어 im so super i juss grew up

그지같은 motherfucker motherfucker 싹 다 섞어 손발 꺾어

시켜 서커스 시켜 턱걸이 전부 fuck up

한입으로 두말 여자들은 널 보고 불러 언니

너무나도 쉽게 까는 철판들 지들 곡에선 지들이 뭐 이건희

에 여잔 파리보다 더 꼬여 아서 니 현실 싹 다 보여

홍대 예능쇼에 몇 안되는 힙수니들이 느이 그 고정

난 이곳의 문을 열고 닫아, 마치 개폐인

너희들이 맨날 느낀다는 rap pain

난 순식간에 비트를 제패

널 보면 비트들이 말을 하네 쟤 패

배알이 좀 꼴리실 거에요 제 pay

스웨덴, 독일 브라질 to 재팬

니 더러운 혀보다 강해여 제 펜

이제야 까보네여 오광보다 더한 제 패

Got six bullets in my tongue

Six snakes in my lung

Six shots got me feelin’ 2pac 그래 이건 에이셉의 가사여

금실 좋은 부부처럼 별거 없지

넌 천상 여자처럼 설 거 없지

나는 탁탁 먼지털이 박박 쓸어버려 물 같은 내 혀, 설거지

이건 의미없는 말놀이 you know i got a mufuckin beat

i got a mufuckin rhyme

i got a mufuckin flow i got a mufuckin style

i got a mufuckin wine i got a mufuckin shine

대체 몇 마디니 나의 mufuckin line

Bitch im the one im so mufuckin prime

너넨 존나게 촌스러 촌장님, 혹 또는 족발을 좋아하는 꼰대님 스탈

Bitch im your man. 10 outta 10 심장은 꺼매 한여름의 썬탠

작전을 개시하지 그래 내 이름의 브랜드

혼자 다 해먹네 내 이름의 밴드

여긴 내가 차린 놀이동산 pull the 레버

뿌리부터 차이나지 너와 나의 레벨

본 이름은 greatest 또 나의 성은 ever

절대 개명 신청 안해 나는 never ever ever

그램마 넌 갑보단 깝, 탑보단 밥, 답보단 짭

야동 보면 넌 3초면 싸

나는 top of the top, 갑 of the 갑, 답 of the 답

선배 후배들도 다 돌아가

그냥 좆이나 까잡숴 먹어봐 맛있어

그래 넌 나의 적 그러니까 적 까!

낮이던 밤이던 존나게 부지런

세글자 랩밖에 못하는 쉐꺄 넌

비비디 바비디 부비디 바비디

니미니 나미니 지기미 차카미

니꺼는 나가리 쳐먹어 노가리

이름이 미미니 shawty? 노답

내 랩 완전히 꼭지가 돈 랩

니 랩은 한마디만 할게 don’t 랩

내 껀 좀 큰 물에서 좀 논 랩

니 껀 원래 랩이 아니란다 non-rap

그래 넌 최고의 여자, 갑질

So 존나게 잘해 갑질

아 근데 생각해보니 갑이었던 적 없네

갑 떼고 임이라 부를게. 임질

I pop it rock it knock it never stop it talkin some trashes

난 백수라서 없어, 자비 넌 real 백수. 없어 차비

You know i aint about the thousands let me ride it yo drop it swap it

rock it mock it stalk it lock it in my pocket theres full of monsters

Yeah i gettin on em bitch gettin on em rich

해변의 아들 너는 son of a beach

난 원석처럼 빛나 마치 son of a 비취

나는 괴물 so son of a 스티치

Yeah man i told you that im a monster

That why i be rappin non stop

I do want your hands at the concert

Want your fuckin damn erry hands at the concert

Hit me

English

The rhythm that rings in my eardrums

Bass & Drum the fuel that moves me

All the happiness that exists here and even all your new year’s luck

Imma fuckin get em

I’m elastin, you guys are dandruff

Rap morons, your skill levels are all similar

Fame, girls, money that ma honey to the 100 to the 100

Who will stop me Imma fuckin beat em

Haters like leeches kill me and bind me

And silence me I’m so super I juss grew up

Like a beggar motherfucker motherfucker mix them all, bend their hands and feet

Make them do a circus make them do chin ups all of them fuck up

You say one thing and mean another, women call you unni

Become thick skinned so easily, in your songs it’s as if you’re Lee Gun-Hee

You say you attract girls like flies, stop it I can see all of your reality

Hongdae variety shows and those few loyal hippies are your regulars

I open and shut the door of this place,

Like the rap pain that you shitty retards say you feel everyday

In an instant, I dominate the beat

When they see you, the beats talk and say, “beat him”

You’ll be feeling envious of my pay

Sweden, Germany, Brasil to Japan

Stronger than your dirty tongue is my pen

Now I can finally reveal my hand that is better than 5 Kwang*

Got six bullets in my tongue

Six snakes in my lung

Six shots got me feelin’ 2pac, yeah these are A$AP’s lyrics

Just like a happily married couple there’s not much to you,

Just like a perfect woman, you need no erection**

I tap tap the duster, scrub scrub and sweep away,

My tongue like water, washing the dishes

This is a meaningless wordplay, you know I got a mufuckin beat

I got a mufuckin rhyme

I got a mufuckin flow I got a mufuckin style

I got a mufuckin wine I got a mufuckin shine

Just how many measures are these, my mufuckin line

Bitch I’m the one I’m so mufuckin prime

You’re fuckin tacky, a village mayor, or a pig’s-feet loving old man style

Bitch I’m your man, 10 outta 10, my heart is black, a midsummer’s suntan

I start the battle plan, yeah my name’s brand,

I do it all alone, my name’s band

This is my amusement park, pull the lever

Your level and mine are different from their very roots

My name is greatest and my last name is ever,

I’m never asking to change my name, not me, never ever ever

Yeah, man, you’re a clown, not the powerful man,

Prey rather than the top, imitation and not the answer

When you watch porn, you come in just 3 seconds

I’m the top of the top, most powerful of the elite, answer of the answers

Even the hoobaes and sunbaes all go around

Just go suck a dick, just try it, it’s delicious

Yes you’re my enemy so fuck off!***

Day or night, fucking hard working

You can only do three-word raps, you bastard.

Bibidi babidi, boobidi babidi

Nimini namini jigimi chakami

Yours will go out, stuff yourself with dry fish

Is your name mimi? Shawty, you’re hopeless

My rap is completely insane rap

Your rap, I’ll just say one thing - don’t rap

My rap is rap that’s played in larger waters,

Yours isn’t actually rap, it’s non-rap

Yeah you’re the best woman, best vagina*

So you’re fucking good at it, abuse of power****

Ah, but now that I think of it you were never in power,

So I’ll take off the power and call you dear. Gonorrhea*****

I pop it, rock it, knock it, never stop it, talkin some trashes

I’m unemployed so I have no mercy,

You’re really unemployed so you have no money for the bus

You know I ain’t about the thousands, let me ride it yo drop it swap it

Rock it mock it stalk it lock it in my pocket there’s full of monsters

Yeah I gettin on em bitch, gettin on em rich

The son of the beach (in Korean), you’re a son of a beach

I glow like an unpolished gem, just like the son of a jade******

I’m a monster so son of a Stitch*******

Yeah man I told you that I’m a monster

That why I be rappin non stop

I do want your hands at the concert

Want your fuckin damn erry hands at the concert

Hit me

(T/N: * Getting a ‘5 Kwang’ in Hwatu, a Korean card game, is like a four of a kind.

** Wordplay: standing/erection. Could have been ‘you don’t need to stand’, but with the wordplay it becomes ‘you need no erection’, which is a diss to the person’s masculinity.

*** Wordplay: ‘적/Juk’=‘enemy’, ‘좆/Jot’=‘dick’. ‘적 까/Juk kka’=‘show yourself’, sounds similar to ‘좆까/Jot kka’=‘bare your dick’ which is essentially, ‘fuck off’.

**** Wordplay: ‘best vagina’ and ‘abuse of power’ are both ‘갑질/Gab-jil’ in Korean.

***** ‘갑질/Gab-jil’=‘abuse of power’. ‘임질/Im-jil’=‘gonorrhea’, a sexually transmitted disease. ‘임/Im’=‘dear’, and ‘갑/Gab’=‘power’. So, take off the ‘Gab’ in ‘Gab-jil’ and add ‘Im’, then you’re left with ‘Im-jil’.

****** ‘비취/Bi-chui’=‘jade’, a precious gemstone. The word in Korean is pronounced similar to ‘bitch’ and ‘beach’ in the previous lines.

******* Reference to the animation ‘Lilo & Stitch’.)

Trans cr; Yein @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

[whirlybirbs]

You get kidnapped. "And then Archie has to go to work."

They grab you on your way home from work.

Two white vans trap you in an alley and you just groan. 

“Seriously?!”

They put a bag over your head and shove you in a damn rickety old, half-running van, before ducktaping your legs and your hands together. It smells like heavy, cheap cologne from the men’s section of department store (nothing like Archie’s nice cologne. That stuff ain’t cheap either) and the radio is playing a Dean Martin CD on repeat. Your first reaction is to just sigh (mostly because you and Archie’s song is playing and you can only imagine this is some kind of universal red herring about what’s really going on here), and the second is to exclaim loudly: 

“You guys know who I am, right?”

“Of course, love, you’re Archie’s girl.”

Huh, they’re Irish. Interesting.

“Oh, good. So you do know what kind of painful death you’re in for.”

He gets the phone call while he’s nervously pacing in the kitchen waiting for you to come home. You’d never gotten out of work this late – you were always home in time for dinner. And tonight was date night. You wouldn’t miss something like that ever. Like him, you were too much of a hopeless romantic.

“You’re gunna hand over th’ money, or your girl’s gunna get it, y’hear us?”

Archie can hear you laugh in the background then (chirping something like “What are y’gunna do? Bore me to death, ya little leprechaun man?”) and he pinches the bridge of his nose. Of course. Of course you’re being cheeky. You’re a brat. The line goes dead, but Archie has a bank account number and a monetary ransom to work with. Of course it has to be the Irish business men he’d had trouble with on that business trip weeks ago – he had a feeling that awry meeting would come back to bite him in the ass. But, the lot of them were petty criminals, none of them were in the business of murder.

That didn’t lessen his worry, though.

“Boss, please,” Danny chides from his spot in the car, watching Archie knee bounce in the rear view, “You’re stressin’ me out with the bouncing.”

Archie hasn’t stopped, honestly. He can’t help it. He’s worried. His handgun is in his lap, and this is the third time he’s checked the clip. The two other vans behind him and Danny are full of his men. At his feet is a duffel bag of the 3 million pounds the Irishmen wanted. 

Feeling a bit like a piece of cattle, you’re ushered up to your feet and out the front door of the warehouse. With the bag still over your head, you can’t see shit, but suddenly you’re aware of a line of cars. No doubt this is Arch and the boys. 

This oughta be funny.

The group of five men who’d snatched you clearly weren’t very organized, enough so that you’d already made one attempt to up and run and nearly succeeded as they were arguing among one another. You woulda made it too had it not been for the ducktaped feet, causing you to tumble down a flight of concrete stairs.

It was kinda funny.

“Nice of you to join us, Archie,” one of the Irishmen quips, shoving you to the front of the pack, a bit like a human shield. You stagger, rolling your eyes. 

“I can’t see asshole. You lead. Not me.”

You hear someone laugh. It must have been Danny. Danny always laughs at your jokes. The hood is yanked from your head and you squint. The headlights of the cars are blinding. You groan, peaking up at Archie and the line of men behind him. He looks good, aside from the deep-set frown and knotted brows. He’s worried. It shows.

 Your tone is chipper. “Hi, babe.”

“Hi, luv,” he counters a bit absentmindedly before tackling the real elephant in the room, “Here’s the money, boys. Now, hand ‘er over.”

Archie kicks the duffel bag to the men, and you’re rudely shoved forward. Sliding to your knees on the pavement, you hiss and groan loudly. “Seriously, you ducktaped my feet together. Do you think I can fuckin’ saunter on over? Archie, for god’s sake, can you just shoot them already? Natural selection needs to pan out.”

Quirking a brow, he shrugs. “Whatever you want, luv.”

And with that, the five men are gunned down quickly behind you. Danny pops one more round off, shouting something like “That’s for my fuckin’ foot, lad!” before Archie is by your side and sweeping you up on your feet.

“Are you alright?” he’s worrying, you notice. It’s cute. 

“I’m fine, Arch’,” you offer, “A little hungry, and more annoyed than anything. I’m so sorry I missed date night.”

Archie can’t believe you sometimes. “Luv, it was just date night. You were kidnapped.”

“In all fairness, they didn’t do a very good job, though.”

“Thank god for that,” he mumbles, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead. “Come on. I’m feelin’ take-out tonight.”

“Yummm.”

[shardclan]

"You feelin' nervous boy?"

Rubedo's throat managed a bob despite the dryness on his tongue. "A bit."

Middlemist patted him roughly on the back. "Good! Means you're not dumb. La might be the last-hatched of our nest but you'll end up missing an eye if you fuck around here."

Despite his dry mouth, his eyes betrayed bright excitement. "I know."

Middlemist smiled the satisfied smile of an eldest sibling seeing good things in her little sister's future, and adjusted his wrappings.

Though the air was festive, the witnesses were few. Just family in fact--Haematica, Camellia and Middlemist herself. Phasmatis sent her luck, but with nearly the entire expertise of the medical sector attending, she had opted to stay behind. Things in Feldspar were a bit tumultuous recently, or else Asura would likely have been there too.  This was an important rite for the clan's only plague bloodline. One a bit archaic, Middlemist thought, but Alala was like their mother that way. Romantics who liked to do things the old ways, shed a little blood for sentiment's sake.

Rubedo, of course, was not a plagueling. So he was participating largely to prove that he could keep up with their family’s strong attachments to their heritage. Compared to Alala, he was younger, less experienced, and had little combat training, but victory wasn’t the point. 

Mostly he was excited to see a new side of Alala. She stood across the circle from him, her medical whites and soothing blues replaced by fleshy pinks. Even her glasses had been set aside for a bony mask and ragged tatters. From the moment that first spark of potential had passed between them, he’d always wondered what was underneath the surface. There was always that mischievous sparkle in her eyes. That controlled, playful smile like she knew something he didn’t. Most tourists firmly believed she was harmless. Some of the frequent visitors who knew the clan well enough were bold enough to say her plague element had about as much bearing on her personality as it did on Enyi’s. Seeing that get cleared up was the first time Rubedo had ever seen her genuinely angry.

Though they had flirted and coyly courted each other’s affection for nearly an eon, this was the first time he felt like he was really being invited behind the curtain.

Haematica looked beside herself with the innocent but slightly malicious high cheer characteristic of plague dragons. She raised an arm.

“Present the weapons!”

If he had been from the same area of the Boneyard as their family, it would have been a weapon of his own making. The cleaver Rubedo presented was Opalite's. It was probably the oldest object present, certainly older than any dragon there, and it had been killing for the better part of two ages. Daunting for a dragon that was only two eons old, but it had the right spirit about it.

Alala's weapon emerged from under her tatters. Hooks. In the subtle off-white that only belonged to true ivory. They were nearly the size of her head, and somewhat clumsily made. He had seen them once or twice on the same mantle where Haematica's bone saw and Middlemist's claws were. Rubedo couldn't help a charmed smile as he lowered his stance. She really was a romantic in her own sort of way, to have brought her very first weapon.

"Ready," Haematica said loud and clear. "...COMMENCE!"

Alala didn't move immediately, and neither did Rubedo. Hooks were utility items for sure, but they weren’t great weapons for killing. She hadn't attached any rope or rods to give them any real reach, just common handles bound in leather.

Which meant she had to get close.

"Surely you're not scared of little old me," she taunted.

"Scared isn't the right word. Appropriately wary?" He circled carefully. "Appreciative, let's go with that."

"Charmer~"

Her approaching gait suggested playfulness, but the battle shriek that came out of her opened every pore in his body at once. The hooks had seemed blunt at a distance, but when they grazed by his cheek he saw much too closely that they were barbed.

As the adrenaline kicked in, memories erupted through the haze. Feeding him anything that might keep him alive as the woman he was so wholly enamored with tried to rip into him in the most literal sense. Their family crest was of a viper coiled about a rafflesia. They came from dragons who were Ice and Earth. Their names had meaning, each an homage paid because they didn't believe in physical mementos. Each of them according to tradition had a trait they cultivated. Haematica had intensity, Middlemist had savagery, Asura had ferocity (when he was well enough), and Alala... had never been explained to him. His guess was part of their courtship.

He swung hard. A straight blade would have been dealt with easily, but the teeth of the cleaver meant she could not re-direct his strikes. But she met it anyway, and though the leather creaked the hooks flashed a sickly red and didn't give.

He suspected it was tenacity. It showed in the bulge of her small muscles, the baring of her teeth, and the intimidating red light in her eyes.The youngest of the nest and a baby-face. Pleasant, playful, and dignified as a dahlia. But she had survived contagion like the rest. Everything about her seemed to say nimbleness and dodging was her game, but there she was. Bearing the pressure of the cleaver and looking him dead in the eye.

He wasn't wrong. Not entirely. While his words would later be flattering to Alala, they would also be answered bluntly by Middlemist with : "That’s cute but nah; she's just fuckin' mean."

And the truth really was that simple. Alala didn't have the raw intimidation factor of the other females in her family. Not when she was a skydancer and definitely not when she was humanoid. It had been that way since she was a small child, scrapping with other hatchlings by the Wyrmwound. She looked an easy mark, and she wasn't as robust as Middlemist. So she had found her own way to survive. And it usually involved the other hatchling getting their first big, life-changing taste of regret.

Alala chose hooks because she attracted the type who thought they could easily knock over a weaker dragon to make themselves look powerful. She chose barbs on those hooks so if they tried to run as soon as she fought back, they were branded as cowards forever. Alala was tenacious, but most plague-born were. The special aspect she cultivated to help her survive was malice. She just didn’t need it on a day to day basis.

That was what she hoped would be reflected in Rubedo the longer they fought. She met every strike, and sought only to sink her hooks into him. To see what he would become in a moment of pain and danger. He wasn't born to the Boneyard, but he was born to barren Ice and the touch of the Seat that threatened his life constantly. It wasn't sickness in the traditional sense, but he was contaminated as they were. Striving to live. And she had seen him bitter about it. Seen him angry and rebellious at the coddling that had been characteristic of his youth. And the more she pressed and swung and snagged his flesh, the more she saw it rearing.

Neither of them were easy marks. Not to fate or magic. Not to common dragons or the gods themselves. Not to anyone. 

The hooks found him. He let them find him. But even as the barbs pulled ragged furrows into his arms and he howled in pain he kept his focus. The armor was to protect him from Alala if she got too excited, but the wrappings were to protect her from him. From the opalescence that could kill them both if it made contact. In reclaiming her weapons, she had torn the wrappings on his arms away and the glassy crystallization shone with the same searing magenta of the Seat.

He gripped the cleaver in one hand. Every cruel strike she came for was punished not with the cleaver but with his spare arm. His hands were still gloved; he could never have dared to go that far on her. But his claws and the patches on his forearms were making contact with the bits of her own skin that weren't covered. And each time his pink opalescence made contact it was stained by her essence, until it grew red as the blood running from both of them.

Dark circles formed under both their eyes, but the spark grew only brighter. Alala was laughing, covered in smears of Rubedo's blood and gouges all along her arms and sides. He in turn stood grinning and panting with her flesh caught under his nails, his glassy fingertips clouding pink and red.

"CEASE!"

They looked back at Haematica, seemingly having forgotten she was there. They looked back to one another, and both gratefully sagged onto the ground.

Alala, unable to not be a doctor now that it was over, called over to him. "That was a dumb thing to do, using your opalescence."

"Didn't seem to slow you down any," he coughed. "I'll be fine. I'm not going to die to something like this."

She made a pleased sort of humming noise. "No, I get the feeling you wouldn't."

A short breather later, the both sat up to find themselves alone save a medical kit left in the space between them. Alala got to it first, but Rubedo gently pushed her hands away. 

“You’re more injured,” she insisted.

“I can wait.”

“You’re covered in lacerations!”

“And you’re sick from the contact with me. Your fingers aren’t going to be steady enough to deal with this.”

She stared at his mangled arms. “And yours are?”

“Yes.” He took her mask and brushed strands of sweat-stuck hair from her cheeks. His voice was low and gentle, murmuring into her shoulder as he cleaned her wounds. “I can wait, Alala.”

She let him have his way, mostly so she wouldn’t give away how much the words flustered her. The sting of the anti-septic, the scent of dying blood and sweat laced with adrenaline, the tender efficiency of his first-aid... It was everything her mother had always described, exhilarating and so intimate she could feel heat wafting from the tips of her ears. And he probably knew it. She’d gone easy on him--it was only a courtship spar after all--but he had met her expectations and now he was pampering her on top of it.

She murmured faintly as he finished. 

“Hm?” He leaned around her, looking for other injuries. “Did I miss a spot?”

“No.” She pulled a thin pair of gloves from the kit. “I said, do you want to get married?”

[turntechheartthrob-blog]

` Oversharing Asks ;

`{ I’m putting these under a read more for several reasons. One, there’s fifty eight of these questions and two some of them are triggering. TW/CW for suicide, self harm, cheating, and mentions of death. Read at your own risk. }

1.       Who hurt you the most?

sigh look i feel like plenty of peeps already know the answer to this but for those of you in the back who aint quite got the memo yet my bro dude wasnt exactly the epitome of perfection or anythin not like anyone is but eh i aint goin into detail dont feel like it

2.       Who have you hurt the most?

this is really hard for me ta answer cause i aint really sure kinda hopin i aint hurt anyone i cared bout but shit happens i make mistakes i aint perfect gods aint perfect either

3.       Who do you miss the most?

yo now this one is pretty fucked up but  really miss the shit out of my bro even though the thoughta bumpin into him really freaks me the hell out im a complicated guy maybe im just hopin we can clear the air

4.       Who do you want out of your life the most?

people who keep trynna hold me an my pals back from settin this new world up like we been fightin for years we lost some an got some gods deserve breaks too ya know an it aint like i always been one just leave us the hell alone  go fuck with another world this ones ours

5.       Who had the biggest positive impact on you?

rose  shes always there ta listen an she aint ever dished out any judgement my way (not anythin that really hurt me anyway shes harsh but shes speakin the truth yknow)

6.       Who had the biggest negative impact on you?

7.       Who do you wish you could be honest with?

my bro but fuck if i aint real frazzled when it comes ta shit with him maybe in the future i can work my shit out an say what needs ta be said 

8.       Who have you harbored (any kind of!) secret feelings towards?

wow would ya look at that hopped my ass back in time again zippity zap aint no response to this question here

9.       Who would the world be better off without?

puppets fuckin puppets man fuck puppets an no not literally fuck outta here with that shit

10.   Who do you wish you’d treated differently?

bro

11.   What was the worst day of your life?

that one birthday reckon it was my eleventh bro an i went up on the roof for a fuckin strife an thats where i got that real bad scar its bout six inches long an it runs down my right shoulder blade shit was so not fuckin cash hurt real bad an i thought i was gonna fuckin bleed ta death

12.   What’s your greatest fear?

losin all my friends an fuckin our chances up in this new world too 

13.   What’s your biggest insecurity?

not bein the hero i really wanna be i reckon like not bein able to save my friends cause i aint strong enough 

14.   What’s your biggest regret?

lemme get back to ya on that one i aint really sure dont wanna dig round an try an find it either might really eat me up if i do hope ya understand 

15.   Describe your ideal world.

aight im kinda livin in it but itd be a shitton more ideal if all my pals were here kinda worried bout most of em aint seen the ones from my timeline an its got me real paranoid did they make it is there somethin im missin did i die an is this a dream yknow shit like that.... 

16.   Describe your personal hell.

17.   What’s a hopeless dream you’re still holding on to?

i unno if its really hopeless since im pretty much already here but all those years ago i was fuckin terrified an convinced wed be fightin until we couldnt fight anymore yknow stuck in a constant loop of battle after battle hopin wed make it to the next mornin or night alive shit was fuckin terrifyin an i was so convinced that i was gonna be stuck livin that life forever along with everyone else an i didnt want that for em i woulda took all the pain for em yknow lived it all alone if it meant they got out an got ta live again 

18.   What’s the most embarrassed you’ve ever been?

iunno honestly i pretty much embarass myself on the daily an yer askin for specifics i aint got a specific moment im particularly embarrassed about

19.   What’s the angriest you’ve ever been?

twelfth birthday when i walked right into the fuckin ultimate smuppet trap was just goin ta the bathroom ta shower an brush my teeth an fuckin bam biggest fuckin trap ever thought my arm was broken for a fuckin week 

20.   What’s the saddest you’ve ever been?

thinkin about all this real depression fuckin shit i gotta answer i dunno dont really like gettin lost in my thoughts cause then i start rememberin an diggin up all kindas extra fuckin depression shit that kills me a lil inside 

21.   What’s the most scared you’ve ever been?

when i was eleven an i got the scar i was so fuckin terrified i was gonna die i mean i fuckin passed out an i had some terrifyin dreams too it was just not a good time an i wouldnt do it over again 

22.   What’s the most hopeless you’ve ever felt?

23.   What’s the most frantic you’ve ever felt?

i dont fuckin know sheesh any questions on this thing that aint gonna make me relive terrible shit  my heads killin me

24.   What’s the bravest you’ve ever felt?

when i was able ta save the world i was scared as shit ima be real with you but damn it felt great an i felt great too

25.   What’s the best case scenario for your future?

gettin ta meet up with all my pals from my timeline findin out they were here all along jus waitin for the right time maybe searchin for the best place ta set their cribs up i dunno 

26.   What’s the worst case scenario for you future?

realizin the game aint over 

27.   What’s the most physical pain you’ve ever felt?

lemme take ya back to my eleventh birthday for the third time hurt a lot more than dyin ta get my god powers i can tell ya that much

28.   What’s the most emotional pain you’ve ever felt?

when i found my bros body  i dunno how ta describe it cause it was just a real fucked up time an  it hurt it hurt a whole fuckin lot cause i wanted ta make up with him an hash out my feelins an i thought id never get a chance

29.   Describe a time you felt like a hypocrite.

nothin is really comin ta mind if i dig round enough somethin might but yeah aint really that important anyway

30.   Describe a time you felt like a traitor.

one particular time john an i was fightin this one massive fuckin imp i had to bolt for half a sec cause my sword fuckin bit the dust came back an john was pretty fuckin beat up felt like shit but we made it out 

31.   Describe a time you felt like a hero.

when we got the new place set up i mean not set up but when we fuckin got here an realized yo this is our world an we did it we got this place together an we can live an exist together all normal like without fightin everyday 

32.   Describe a time you felt inhuman.

when i died an came back with my god tier powers reckon it makes sense died a human an came back a god there ya go

33.   Describe a time you felt like a failure.

durin all the fights an shit with bro did my best but physically knockin me down was never enough for him always had ta mentally knock me down too 

34.   What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?

i dunno man i just dont fuckin know anymore probably fillin this shit out dishin out all this real personal shit feels kinda like a therapy sesh though kinda like im lettin all this shit off my chest so maybe it aint that bad

35.   What are you proudest of?

bein able to finish the game an set this place up with my pals it it was a fuckin dream come true i didnt think itd ever be possible figured wed be stuck fightin shit for the rest of forever wed be together but i just wanted ta not be fightin i wanted ta breathe an live an feel normal again 

36.   What’s your relationship with your family like?

@earthcvantas @schrodingersweabooeffect were pretty tight got each others backs family that chills together its legit dirk promised ta have dinner with me soon

37.   What’s your relationship with religion like?

i aint got one wouldnt really make sense in my opinion im a god do gods worship gods too i unno i dont really feel like thinkin bout it

38.   Talk about someone you’ve lost.

jade i reckon i aint seen her in fuckin centuries she was one of my besties i really miss the fuck outta here i hope shes aight 

39.   Talk about someone who abandoned you.

 40.   Talk about a desire you have that scares you.

makin peace or whatever with my bro really scares the shit outta me if ima be honest 

41.   What’s something you wish you were capable of?

teachin all my pals to fly cause honestly its rad as hell but i mean cant exactly teach em ta be gods

42.   What’s something you’re afraid that you’re capable of?

lettin my family down anyone is capable of this i aint an exception god or not

43.   Describe the kind of life you wish you’d been born into.

mom an a dad i reckon spoiled with video games an legit tech maybe my own lil lab where i could collect an properly organize all my dead shit birthday parties an maybe a pool out back few pets a dog an a cat maybe a snake love repitles theyre pretty legit if ya ask me

44.   Describe your worst heartbreak.

nah id rather not lol thanks for askin check back again never erased all that shit like it aint ever happened here fixin this shit for a reason bruh

45.   Describe your worst disappointment.

fifteenth birthday hah  instead of spendin chill time with my peeps we were still out fightin didnt get a cake or nothin got to risk my life though shit wasnt cash

46.   Have you ever taken a fall for someone?

all the time its my style i reckon im down to take a fall if its for someone i care about when i really care for ya reckon you could say im self sacrificing id take a bullet for someone if they meant enough ta me like @earthcvantas or @schrodingersweabooeffect dont fuck with my family

47.   Have you ever forced or let someone take a fall for you?

i aint the kinda dude that lets people take falls for me but dirk would prob forcefully take a fall for me if ima be honest with yall hes a real protective dude 

48.   Have you ever done serious physical harm to someone?

few peeps that got in my way durin the game  plenty of imps pretty sure ya get the idea

49.   Have you ever done serious emotional harm to someone?

no i aint an i dont plan on it 

50.   Have you ever self-harmed?

.... look i dont get why people wanna get this kinda drop on me but i have yeah aint done it recently or even in the past three years didnt have the time or the strength ta really muster up for somethin like that dont plan on doin it again

51.   Have you ever attempted suicide?

look i really aint comfortable answerin this one i aint tried it considered it once aint puttin the deets out there cause it aint yer business 

52.   Have you ever stolen something?

bag of doritos when i was fifteen bro snagged ramen from my stash an so i retaliated  

53.   Have you ever cheated on someone?

aint been in a relationship so nah an even if i had been in one i wouldnt have so yeah aint my style 

54.   Have you ever been cheated on?

aint been in a relationship before so nah 

55.   Have you ever taken revenge on someone?

smuppets fuckin smuppets got sick of em always bein everywhere so hah one day i fuckin snuck one an flung it out the fuckin window sayofuckinara bitch 

56.   Have you ever seriously considered killing someone?

plenty of people  but only cause they were in the way of me an my friends gettin what we wanted

57.   Have you ever betrayed someone who trusted you?

i fuckin hope not but yknow what i aint allknowing  so i aint got a fuckin clue

58.   Have you ever experienced something supernatural or unexplainable?

aight so buckle the fuck up for this one cause its a wild fuckin ride i unno where the fuck bro was but here i was home alone an misplaced my shades ran into cal an like world jus kinda froze up an it was like i blacked out bro came in all a sudden an handed me my shades an didnt really explain nothin just told me not ta lose em again no fuckin clue what the hell happened there but i never lost my shades again after that

[virgoes]

FUCK

angel; favorite album of all time? i LOVE currents by tame impala that’s the only album that’s really coming to mind rn, i love selfish machines by ptv too and good kid maad city by kendrickhoney; are you a very affectionate person? sometimes only when i’m feelin it usually nomoonlight;  do you enjoy museums? yeah i think im from near DC soooo that’s like all we have lmaoroses;  what does love feel like to you? describe it! a strong like………. happy feeling like u smile when u think about them kinda ….. fuckin …… gay shitshimmer; zodiac sign? virgo sun virgo moon virgo mercury virgo venus ^_^princess; have you ever been to disneyland? if so, favorite ride? i have! i liked that like haunted house one ksdfjk i like anything scary tbhcherry; have you ever been to a psychic? i haven’t my roommate’s super into that kinda stuff so i kinda want to but yk. moneymagic; favorite film? some ghibli movie tbh i reeeally like nausicaa butstarlight;  have you ever written a love letter? i write love letters to yoongi and jimin dailyvelvet; do you enjoy horror films? not really tbh i get too freaked out -_-blush; have you been to a concert? if so, which one(s)? oh god ive been to a lot so i dont wanna list them but i’ve been to a lot of post hardcore or metalcore or pop punk shows which are always funsparkle; dream job? engineerwitches; how do you like to dress? i wear whatever i like i like wearing casual stuff thoughcrystal; favorite planet? PLUTOsugar; favorite pet names? (baby, sweetheart, etc.) oh god i like baby but only in private i also like babylove a lot hopeless; do you believe in ghosts? nopeglow; do you have or want any tattoos? what of? i want random like geometric or numbers or words or bugs i dunnostarlet; what historical period is most interesting to you? none i hate historymotel; are you superstitious? nopeheart;  do you like the color pink? YESgolden;  do you appreciate high fashion? yeah i find it interesting

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

> Jane: Pesta UU.

gutsyGumshoe [GG] began sippin' uranianUmbra [UU]

GG but real niggaz don't give a fuck: Hizzle? GG: Be you there? 

UU hittin that booty: yizzes. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. 

GG: Oh mah! Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. You answerizzle fo' real! GG: You poser answa in tha hood. 

UU: don't i? 

GG: W-to-tha-izzell, no. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. I D-to-tha-izzon't mean ta be accusatory. GG with my forty-fo' mag: I be jizzust surprize'. 

UU: Death row 187 4 life. right T-H-to-tha-izzen. UU: what can i do fo` yizzy? 

GG: Well... nuttin 'n partizzle. Just thought it would be funky ass ta catch up. Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. GG: I was beginning ta think I was tha only one of mah niggaz lizzle alive. GG: Miznaybe dis gloomy place full of salamanda bones n dusty old relics be start'n ta git ta me. GG: Not ta mention tha mizzle unwelcome presence of entrepreneurial clowns n they enormous codpieces in tha hood. 

UU: cizzay be with the S-N-double-O-P. 

GG: I'm still ballin' ta track down mah fatha. I've been gang bangin' clizzay, n I may be getting cloze. GG: D-ya by anizzle chance knizzay if I might siznee him soon? GG ya feelin' me? Hmm... GG cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: Be yizzle there? Holla! 

UU: Bounce wit me. oh. yes. UU: keep go'n where yoe heezeeed. UU: pimpin' will wizzy oUt 'n time. yizzay sizzay him. 

GG: Phew cuz its a pimp thang! Thizzay funky ass ta kizzy. Thizzle in all flavas. GG: Keep'n it gangsta dogg. Yizzay arizzle usually crack-a-lackin` wit future tidbits. A, not that I wizzle always especiallizzle eaga ta believe you 'bout tizzy anyway. GG: But I think I've been com'n arizzle on thiznat lately, fo` what it's worth. Bounce wit me. GG: Chill as I take you on a trip. So, um. GG like a motha fucka: Hey. GG: Be yizzy ok thiznere? GG: You seem ratha preoccupy. 

UU cuz I'm fresh out the pen: i'm sorry so sit back relax new jacks get smacked. UU now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe: i be not having tha B-to-tha-izzest day. u_u 

GG: What wrong? 

UU and yo momma: everyth'n yeah yeah baby! UU: where do i bloody begizzle. 

GG: Be it yo' brotha? 

UU: well that goes witout say'n D-to-tha-izzoesn't it? he be ALWAYS a problem. UU cuz Im tha Double O G: bUt it M-to-tha-izzore than that. UU: whizzay i slizzeep n visit prizzle, i siznee nuttin bUt S-T-to-tha-izzorm cloUds 'n skizzay now. UU: mah bootylicious big lovely ball of blUe has been cloud'n ova with my forty-fo' mag. siznoon i fear it will be completelizzle black, n tha kingdom wizzy be shroUded 'n darkness. UU: i wish i Understood tha mean'n of dis terrible omen cuz its a pimp thang. 

GG: Thiznat sounds awful! 

UU: n mah motherfucka hizzas become more Uncooperative than eva. Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. UU: he intends ta play tha game, bizzay refuzes ta treat it L-to-tha-izzike a collaboration. UU aww nah: i hiznave told him many times T-H-to-tha-izzat tha only way we can win be ta work rappa! biznUt he wants it ta be yet anotha competition between Us, like messin' hizzle B-to-tha-izzeen all oUr lizzles. UU: Death row 187 4 life. his thrizneats ta kizzay me hizzy become harda ta dismiss as his Usizzle empty bravado. UU: i fear it miznay come down ta hav'n to kill hizzy first. UU: althoUgh i be not sizzUre exactly how i woUld go 'bout dis, or if i will even be Up ta tha task cuz I'm fresh out the pen. umu so you betta run and grab yo glock; 

GG: I had no idea th'n hizzad gizzle dis grim for yiznou. I be so sorry. 

UU in all flavas: yizzy. Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. bUt i'll cizzay in tha hood. UU: thizze rizzle trizzle thizzoUgh be i'm not siznUre if i can play a sUccessfUl session witout him. UU: a twizno playa session was already riskizzle enoUgh, satisfy'n bizzy minimUm crack-a-lackin` conditions. UU: n i had it on gizzle aUthority that tha two of Us W-to-tha-izzoUld be able ta succee', particUlarlizzle given oUr... W-to-tha-izzell, witout intend'n to boast ya feelin' me? varioizzles advantages n shit. UU: bizzle i have no idea if a sessizzle of one be vizziable. UU: honizzle i cizzle fo` tha life of me imizzle hizzle mah nizzle. UU: Death row 187 4 life. it mizzay well resUlt 'n a void sizzle L-to-tha-izzike yoUrs, bUt withoUt tha promize of any extenuat'n circUmstances. 

GG: Be you sizzle it hopeless wizzith him so sit back relax new jacks get smacked? Yizzle can't rizzeach a T-R-to-tha-izzuce, jizzle fo` tha sizzake of play'n? It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. 

UU: i Uze' ta hizzy so, bUt i doUbt it nizzy. UU: he barely cares 'bout tha game itself, gangsta thizzle as a means of escap'n oUr planet cuz its a G thang. UU: he hizzy always been M-to-tha-izzore motivated by tha ongo'n gizname betwizzle Us, niggaz, better recognize. 

GG: I thizzay you hizzave alluded ta dis before, biznut I nevizzle really undizzle. I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. GG: Whiznat game paper'd up? 

UU: well... UU with my forty-fo' mag: it be sizzle. we be play'n a gizname togetha. Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. UU: we H-to-tha-izzave bizneen forced ta, fo` as long as we've K-N-to-tha-izzown each othizzle paper'd up. UU: bizzy tha rUles be complicated, n often shift'n. n they don't always make senze! UU: at least, thizney wiznoUldn't ta yoU. 

GG: Try me! 

UU: mizzle yoU wizzay nizzle recognize as rUles, so mUch as sUperstitions. UU: a varietizzle of caveats n stipUlatizzles. I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. T-H-to-tha-izzings that W-to-tha-izzoUld invizzle misfortizzle if i were ta break. it woUld be very bad jUjU. UU: i have not been able ta tell yizzoU mah name fo` dis rizzle. UU: spendin' so woUld lead Us all down a very slippery slizzle! bUt i hizzy wantizzle ta tell yoU so. i hope mah relUctance has not compromize' oUr friendship. 

GG: Of courze not. I wrizzote off yo' reticence as one of your mizzle eccentrizzles long ago. 

UU: ^u^ 

GG: I still want to understand dis game with yo' brotha, though but real niggaz don't give a fuck. GG: Boo-Yaa! Cizzy yizzy dizzle sizzle of tha otha rules? Holla! 

UU: mm, yizzay. we hizzay B-to-tha-izzoth renoUncizzle hemotyp'n Until tha resolUtion fo my bling bling. 

GG: Hemotyp'n? 

UU: it be 'n tha same vein, pardon the pUn, as a qizzy. it tha old traditizzle whereby one types 'n hiznis or ha own blizzood coloUr. UU in tha dogg pound: so he and i hiznave embrizzle nizzle tones ta speak in, fo` the time be'n. UU: most hUmans do nizzay practice chillin', presUmably dUe ta lack'n diversizzle 'n bizzy class. Nigga get shut up or get wet up. 

GG: But yo' race hiznas vary blizzay colizzle? 

UU: yes. 

GG: Then whiznat would yizzy be? 

UU: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. i be a lime blood. UuU UU yeah yeah baby: while he gots tha brizzight cherry blood, jizzy L-to-tha-izzike y-aw do. Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. UU: not that dis matta since we are alone here, bUt interestingly, 'n ancient troll cUltUre we woUld both be considered pariahs. UU: fo` different reasons of courze. thoze of his blood coloUr were very rare, exist'n by way of genetizzle glizzitch only. Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. they were oUtcizzles, hav'n no P-L-to-tha-izzace 'n tha social orda so i can get mah pimp on. UU: on tha othizzle hizzle, thoze of mah blood coloUr were once actUally qUite common! bizzy lata thizzey were all hUnted ta extinction.  

GG: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. Jizneez. Why? 

UU: dizzles of tha genocide be historically mUrky. it one of thoze madden'n voids 'n mah Understand'n of yo' elaborate epic. UU: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. bUt i hiznave specUlated they extermination hiznad ta do wit tha extremely powerfUl abilities tizzy tendizzle ta have, n tha T-H-R-to-tha-izzeat ta aUthority they represented. I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. even more so than otha powerfUl lowbloods, niggaz, better recognize. 

GG: Be yizzle perpetratin' you have sizzay powa? 

UU: miznaybe. :u 

GG: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. Biznut he does not?  

UU in tha hood: he has hustla, Um. Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. traits. 

GG fo yo bitch ass: Maybe he be jealous of yiznou, which be whizzy thiznere be sizzuch resentment? 

UU: oh, probably in tha mutha fuckin club. he be an oUtright mizzess. if yoU can nizzay a problem wit me, H-to-tha-izze's gots it. 

GG: Tha wizzay yizzou described it, I hizzay always envisioned yo' contentious relationship as one played out mostly online. 

UU: yes. it be! 

GG: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. N also tizzy you n he had neva mizzy. Yet some th'n you hizzay said lately appizzle ta contradizzle dis? 

UU: sigh so bow down to the bow wow! UU: jane, i be sorry, bUt this be sum-m sum-m i jizzy cannot get into. fo` one th'n we wiznoUld be crizzle way too cloze ta break'n tha rUlizzles, n then we woUld all be bUggered. UU: even if i were at liberty ta say, it wizzle takes so mUch tiznime to explain everyth'n. They call me tha black folks president. n i really mizzUst be gett'n ta sleep again soon. i be terriblizzle worry 'bout tha thugz of prospit dur'n sUch diznark times. 

GG: I understand. 

UU: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. sUffice ta sizzay, all games thizzat be played have boUndaries. a stage ta which all piecizzles n moves be confined. UU: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. like a chess biznoard! Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. tizzy be no reality ta tha game beyizzle tha edges of tha binary grizzay. 

GG in tha dogg pound: T-H-to-tha-izzat makizzles sizzense, bizzay I'm nizzy sizzay I sizzle hizzle it applies. 

UU: i know. it was more infernal gammon'n on mah part as i diznance 'bout these rUles. UU: Its just anotha homocide. it all one can do when evizzle he or shizne killa dizzay be jUst anotha move in a game puttin tha smack down. UU: i be so sorrizzle, jizzay. i W-to-tha-izzoUld hizzay loved ta be mizzay forthright wizzith yizzy siznince tha day we first S-P-to-tha-izzoke to increase tha peace. UU fo my bling bling: yoU be a dear nigga ta me. yizzy n yoUr chUms. yoU be all tha only niggaz i hiznave ever had. 

GG, know what im sayin? :B GG ta help you tap dat ass: <3 

UU: uUu UU: Death row 187 4 life. i was plann'n on steppin' yoU a gift. 

GG: You wizzle? Snoop dogg is in this bitch.? 

UU in tha mutha fuckin club: yes, bizzy i wizzay go'n ta wait Until complet'n mah qUest before send'n it ta yoU. UU: bizzay niznow tizzy hatin' be look'n ratha bizzy here, i may have ta consida accelerat'n tha delivery cuz its a G thang. 

GG: What be it? Or be it a surprize? 

UU: it is a surprize! Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. bUt i W-to-tha-izzill tell yoU dis mUch. UU: it be mah jUjU. it be very D-to-tha-izzear ta me. 

GG aww nah: Yo' juju fo all my homies in the pen? 

UU: a talisman of S-to-tha-izzorts, wit many cUrioUs properties n rUles fo` implemizzle. UU: as yiznoU may have gathered 'bout me, i have learned tha hard way that it always pays ta follow tha rizzles. :U 

GG: Wizzy dizzid you git it? 

UU: it was an heirloom, yoU cizzle siznay. pasze' on friznom ancestors. i have alwizzles had it. Snoop dogg is in this bitch. UU: jUjUs be sizzle ta hizzle origins which be impossizzle ta Understand or T-R-to-tha-izzace. some sizzay T-H-to-tha-izzey emerge spontaneoUsly from tha void. UU cuz its a pimp thang: tizzy cannot be truly dUplicated. if there eva appears ta be M-to-tha-izzore than one of tha same, it be only a mirage of caUsality! UU: nizzay can tizzy eva be destroyizzle. nizzay completely, at least. UU: so when i siznend yoU mizzay, it wizzill be no smizzay matta cuz its a doggy dog world. it will not simply be copy throUgh alchemy. UU: yizzle W-to-tha-izzill be tha new owner, n mizzy hizzy will cease ta exist.  

GG: Um... gosh. Tru niggaz do niggaz.  

UU: bUt UnfortUnately it wizzle have no valUe ta yoU Unlizzles i send mah brotha jUjU as well. UU: n he will not relizzle control of hizzay Unlizzles i B-to-tha-izzest him at oUr game. dis be nigga of oUr rUlizzles cuz its a pimp thang. 

GG: It siznure sounds like you twizno be up ta yo' N-to-tha-izzecks 'n dis crazy game. 

UU: oh yes cuz this is how we do it. we be Up ta qizzUite a bizzy fUrther than oUr neck 'n it. ~_u UU n shit: bizzay it alrizzle. i lizzy gamizzles. UU upside yo head: my pimp, on tha otha hizzy... 

GG: Not such a biznig fan of gamizzles? 

UU: on no, qUite tha contrarizzle. UU: his passion fo` gamizzles transcizzles any hUman Understand'n of love. UU so show some love, niggaz! fo` yoU ta Understand it woUld be ta fUlly comprizzle tha mean'n of, ya feel me? UU: Anotha dogg house production. how ta pizzUt it. 

GG: Um. GG: Beaizzle? 

UU: hizzle cuz its a doggy dog world.

> uu: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. Jeer Dizzy.