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my 1 year on t was on fingers in his ass sunday and im so upset that i didn't queue up the posts ahead of time
#[text]#happy fingers in his ass 1 year on t anniversary to me i guess#happy late mancunt monday to me as well i guess#hit em with a womp womp
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reblogging to feed my delusions
Everyone thinking Full Moon is gonna be super angsty and Blitzo and Stolas are gonna actually talk about there feelings for once but instead Blitzo just texts Stolas this
and the rest of the episode is there wedding
#this is how its gonna go for sure guys#hit em with a womp womp#and move on#they HAVE to kiss#my moms invested in this show
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Explicit Lyrics
How I imagine the lads men react to you singing explicit lyrics in front of them. [Requested by: Anon]
Zayne
MC: 🎶 The things I wanna do to you BEND ME OVER BEAT MY BACK IN AND FUCK ME FROM THE BACK my bodies calling you! 🎶
Zayne would be flabbergasted at the monstrosity of a sentence that just came out of your mouth.
Zayne: That ... that was quite the sentence my love
MC: How so?
Zayne: Sounds like that mouth of yours could use a bar of soap
MC: You don't like my singing?
Zayne: Let's keep that kind of singing private.
MC: Why
Zayne: It's not very appropriate to yell about being penetrated from behind in public
MC: You make stuff I say sound so unsexy sometimes .... can you just say hitting it from the back
Zayne: Hitting it from the back.
MC: Hitting it from the back 🤓☝🏾 nevermind just dont say it
Rafayel
MC: 🎶 Shot in his shit so when he spit you know he twitch with wit' it hellcats and trackhawks 🎶
Rafayel: You have the prettiest face with the most vulgar playlist I've ever heard
MC: 🎶 She a ungrateful lil bitch I take her ass of give me them titties back bitch 🎶
Rafayel: *Covers your mouth* you are way too pretty to be cussing this much
MC: *Moves his hand* I'm grown Raf
Rafayel would secretly be adding all the songs you play to his music library.
Literally the next day....
Rafayel: HELLCATS & TRACKHAWKS ! *You slap your hand over his mouth*
MC: Don't be a hypocrite
Xavier
You were blasting Liquor by Latto while doing your skincare routine.
MC: 🎶 That liquor turn me to a freak, that Henny get me off the leash 🎶
As soon as you're finished getting ready for bed you walk into the room to find Xavier with a drink in hand and devious intent
Xavier: This is for you my lady *Hands you a drink*
MC: What's this?
Xavier: A whiskey sour
MC: Okay hold on…..
Xavier: Just enjoy the drink
MC: You're up to something
Xavier: *Kisses your temple* Spread em'
Sylus
Sylus is simply intrigued watching you sing along to your playlist.
MC: 🎶 Stand over a bitch and empty the clip til' it click I'm not gon' stop 🎶
Sylus: You always get so intense when you listen to such vulgar music
MC: I just really like the song
Sylus: You can tell where someones mindset is at by the music they listen to
MC: Are you saying I'll gun down anyone who wrongs me?
Sylus: Im not saying anything of the sort
MC: Good because I wouldn't
Sylus: Although you did shoot and stab me when we first met … did you plan to empty the clip?
MC: Are you ever going to stop bringing that up? And I didn't stab you
Sylus: But you wanted to *flicks your forehead*
Honorable Mention
MC: 🎶 These bitches only hot on yea bitches doin' all that womp womp womp womp 🎶
Caleb: ooooouuuu I'm telling grandma
MC: I'm grown!
Caleb: She's gonna be so upset pipsqueak
MC: *Puts Caleb in a headlock*
Don't ask for more Caleb please
#love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#sylus#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#lads#lads rafayel#lads xavier#lads zayne#lads sylus#lnds rafayel#lnds zayne#lnds xavier#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#nikaaaaimagine
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more mic’d up andrew minyard when?? mic’d up AARON minyard when?? other mic’d up fox when??
Aaron Minyard Mic’d up
Hes reluctant to do it for a long fucking time
He thinks its kinda dumb
But he mostly doesn’t wanna get scolded for what his mic would pick up
Because my boy is a shit talker
He’s saying everything and anything he can to rile up the other team
He’s even trying to rile up the other foxes tbh
So when he finally agrees he makes coach promise he won’t get in trouble
He body slams the opposing striker (because if there’s one thing Aaron’s gonna do it’s put his all into a body check)
And the opposing striker is mad like visibly fuming
He’s all up in Aaron’s space, a moment away from starting a fight
And Aaron thinks it’s the funniest thing ever
He’s laughing his ass off while loudly crashing their raquets against each other
‘What you’re upset I hit you? I’m five foot nothing dude sounds like a you problem’
And he’s lucky the striker gets pulled away by his teammates cause he’s over 6 foot
And Aaron is all bark, no bite
*whispering into the mic as he walks away* ‘I’ll be honest guys, he would’ve kicked my ass but that was to good of an opportunity to pass up’
His best moments come from when he trips up a striker
*sends the striker sprawling onto their ass* ‘womp womp’
*body slams one into the wall* ‘maybe next time man’
*slams the ball out of their racquet* ‘that’s not yours cmon now’
He flirts with the opposing team but in German
Because he’s discovered that when they can’t understand what he’s saying it really gets to them
And he’ll slip in a word in English so they figure out he’s flirting
And they’re even more pissed and distracted that they mess up what would’ve been a solid play
‘What the fuck did you just say to me!?’
‘Hey, hey sorry just trying to have a nice conversation’ *winks and walks away to start up play again*
*Opposing striker, absolutely baffled and fuming*
His striker accidentally trips him up and gets past to Andrew
And Aaron doesn’t even have to look at Andrew to see the heavy bored expression he’s giving him
Aaron knows he’s probably plotting where to hide his body if he does it again
*Andrew, shaking his head in disappointment as he smacks the ball away*
*Aaron rolling onto his knees and pleading for mercy while laughing* ‘my bad, let’s just talk this out I promise it won’t happen again it was Nicky’s fault’
This happens a lot whenever they’re both on the court
Because making a joke out of Exy is one of the only ways they both actually enjoy it sometimes
And it’s something they can actually bond over
But oh god forbid if someone on the other team says something about Andrew
That’s when Aaron just looses it
Doesn’t matter if the player is ten times his size, he becomes all bite
‘Put your psycho pet brother on a leash already’
And Aaron’s helmets already off and he’s going for his gloves next
*Matt grabbing him and holding him back* ‘cmon Matt it’ll be good, he asked for it, it’ll be good’
‘No Aaron, no red cards’
‘But it’ll be fun’ *tries to throw his helmet at the other player*
He gets a yellow card for it but he proudly displays it by tucking it into the front of his jersey
‘I’m gonna frame this one coach’ he tells Wymack as he sits on the bench for his penalty
Kevin’s always the most annoyed by Aaron’s shit talking because it threatens the game and Aaron’s wellbeing
And he also gets the most riled up whenever Aaron’s turns it onto him
*Kevin storming over to Aaron after he almost gets ejected* ‘Stop saying shit that’ll get you kicked out of the game you idiot’
‘Oh cmon Day I know you like em a little feisty, I’m just trying to make you happy my Queen,’
And Kevin just smacks the top of his helmet and turns to walk away
‘I can get on my knees to apologize if you want, I know you like me on my knees’
And Kevin just has to tune him out cause Aaron won’t stop if he feeds into it
He gets really into the game sometimes though (because he’s competitive and he can’t help it)
Like he’s screaming and cheering so loud at certain points the mic is crackling
*Kevin and Neil scoring the goal that pulls them into the lead* ‘LETS FUCKING GO’
When he’s on the bench he’s the one banging on the plexi glass
He’s screaming at them to get their heads out of their asses or cheering them on even though they can’t hear him
And then he gets out of his competitive streak and he’s lowkey embarrassed
‘If that gets posted online I will never recover’ he mutters after he’s just jumped into Matt’s arms in celebration
When the foxes listen to his recording later they’re shocked by how creative Aaron gets with all of it
And they find it hilarious
And endearing
And they like that they’re getting to see a new part of Aaron as he gets more comfortable with the team
He is by far one of the most aggressive of the foxes when he’s on the court, both physically and verbally
And the fans absolutely eat it the fuck up
But Wymack doesn’t mic him up often because he is lowkey a liability because of what he says
#sorry I had to sneak some kevaaron in there#it’s my demons talking#Aaron Minyard shit talker extraordinaire#aaron minyard#live laugh aaron minyard#aftg#all for the game#kevin day#andrew minyard#kevaaron#mic’d up foxes
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Let Me Sleep | Soap
Pairings: Sorta Poly141, can be read whichever way. WC: ~1700 Warnings: Canon-typical violence. Chemical/drug exposure. Loss of consciousness. Brief confusion/delirium. Hallucinations and Soap guilt. Inaccurate medical stuff. Hurt with maybe 0.5 comfort. Soap gets eepy and happy then absolutely sad, then eepy :( dw Ghost likes him alive. Short Vers: Soap gets drugged with something that makes him all delirious. Ghost is keeping him awake as they drive. Soap sees ghosts. He just wants to eep in his bf's arm. Gaz Version!!! peep i'm too lazy to edit pics this time womp womp bless gifmakers
The hallway reeked of burnt plastic and cordite. Broken lights flickered overhead, casting long, stuttering shadows down the empty corridors.
It should’ve been over.
Soap pressed a hand to the wall, steadying himself as the world pitched sideways. His heart stuttered. His boots scraped the concrete wrong, too heavy and too loud. He'd let his rifle hang loose at his side.
“Ghost,” he mumbled, voice thick and strange in his own ears. “D’you ever think about clouds?”
Ghost’s head snapped around, rifle coming up for just a moment, then easing.
Soap laughed, low and dazed. “Like, really think about ‘em?”
He grinned wide, lopsided. His eyes were glassy.
Ghost didn’t answer. He moved fast, closing the distance, hand grabbing Soap’s vest just as his knees buckled. Soap sagged into him with a soft huff, all the fight draining out of his frame.
Christ. He was burning up. Heat rolling off him like steam.
Ghost locked a gloved hand behind Soap’s neck, tilting his face up into the flickering light. His skin was flushed red, sweat beading at his hairline, pupils blown wide.
“Fuck,” Ghost muttered under his breath. “Johnny, what happened?”
Soap blinked at him, slow and heavy-lidded. A lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“‘M fine,” he slurred. “Feels nice. Warm.”
Ghost shook him once, sharp. “Focus.”
Soap just laughed again, giddy and distant.
Price’s voice cracked through the comms, low and urgent. “Ghost. Report.”
“Soap’s hit with something,” Ghost bit out. “Unknown chem. Bad.”
There was a pause, long enough for Soap to sway again and Ghost to shove him up.
“We’re moving. Now.” Price’s voice was backed by gunfire rattling in the distance. Too close.
Ghost hauled Soap upright. He stumbled, tried to push away half-heartedly.
“C’mon, mate,” Soap whined. “Just a minute. Just wanna sit down…”
“No chance,” Ghost growled, slinging one of Soap’s arms over his shoulder. “Move your feet.”
They staggered through the ruined halls, Ghost half-carrying him when Soap’s legs refused to cooperate. His head kept dropping against Ghost’s shoulder, eyes fluttering like he was seconds from slipping under.
Price was already forcing open a side door, eyes sweeping the alley.
They moved forward along the cracked asphalt lot toward two rusting civilian trucks abandoned near a crumbling fence line.
Gunfire barked again, closer this time. Shouts. Boots pounding.
They were out of time.
“Ghost! Truck. Now.” Price barked, already sprinting for the closest vehicle.
Ghost didn’t waste breath answering. He dragged Soap with him, shoved open the battered rear door, and all but threw him inside.
Soap slumped sideways instantly, eyes slipping closed.
Ghost slapped his cheek hard enough to sting. “Stay awake!”
Soap whined, batting weakly at his hand like a drunk fighting off a moth. “Quit it… jus’ a nap, mate…”
The engine roared to life under Price’s hands. Tires screeched as he tore out of the lot, bullets sparking against the rear fender.
Ghost climbed into the back beside Soap, one arm locked around his chest to hold him upright.
Soap sighed contentedly. Tucked his head against Ghost’s shoulder.
Very softly, he murmured, “Comfiest cloud I ever did see…”
Ghost squeezed his eyes shut for half a second. Exhaled through his teeth. “Focus Johnny.”
The truck jolted hard over a curb, tires screaming against cracked pavement. Price didn’t bother staying subtle, he floored it, weaving between half-collapsed barriers and shattered road signs like a man with no intention of stopping for anything.
Soap groaned at the motion, rolling against Ghost in the back seat like a sack of bricks.
Ghost grunted, catching him before he could slide right off the bench.
“Sit up, Johnny,” Ghost barked, giving him a shake. “Stay with us.”
Soap whined low in his throat, hands fumbling blindly. He found Ghost’s plate carrier, gripped it with both fists, and tucked himself against Ghost’s side like a clingy, overgrown kid.
“Gonna nap right here, yeah?” he slurred, voice thick and sticky-sweet.
“Fuckin’ hell.” Ghost hauled him upright again. “No napping. You’re on watch.”
Soap’s head lolled back, hitting Ghost’s shoulder with a soft thump. His mouth tugged into a crooked little smile.
“M’watchin’,” he mumbled. “Watchin’ you breathe. ‘S nice.”
Ghost shot a look at the rearview mirror. Price caught it. His jaw tightened, hands flexing around the steering wheel.
The truck fishtailed around a corner. Soap barely reacted��just clung harder, legs tangling with Ghost’s. His forehead pressed into Ghost’s chest, breath hot and uneven through the fabric.
Ghost kept him upright by sheer force. One arm locked around his shoulders, the other gripping his wrist to keep his hands from going slack.
“You hear me?” Ghost muttered, keeping his voice steady. “Need you to stay alive.”
Soap giggled. Actually fucking giggled.
“Not dead. Sleepin’.”
“You don’t wake up from this kind of sleep, Soap.”
Another jolt in the road sent them bouncing. Ghost tightened his hold. Soap whimpered quietly but didn’t fight, he didn’t try to pull away, didn’t even lift his head.
Price’s voice crackled through the cab, tight and clipped. “Fifteen minutes out. Then safehouse.”
Ghost nodded once, even though Price couldn’t see him.
Fifteen minutes. They just had to keep him awake fifteen more minutes.
“Where’s Kyle?” Soap slurred.
“At the safehouse.”
“Mmm,” Soap hummed. “Miss ‘im.”
Soap shifted, murmuring something into Ghost’s chest. Words too soft to catch. His hands fisted tighter into the front of Ghost’s gear, like he knew, on some rattled level, that letting go would mean falling.
Ghost looked down, held on tighter
“Stay with me, Johnny,” he said again, voice quieter this time.
Soap didn’t answer, but his fingers twitched into the smallest thumbs up.
…
The world blurred outside the windows, black smears of old city. None of it seemed to matter anymore.
Soap’s head stayed tucked against Ghost’s chest, his breathing shallow and uneven. His body slumped heavier by the minute, like gravity was winning a slow, inevitable war.
Ghost tapped his cheek again… gloves pulled off, softer now, just a nudge, a little reminder. He’d pulled off Soap’s head gear, got him at least settled comfortably sitting up against him.
“C’mon, Johnny. Stay with me.”
Soap mumbled something, too slurred to catch, and shifted, head tilting just enough to look across the cab.
At the empty seat beside him.
His face lit up, sudden and bright.
“There you are,” he whispered.
Ghost stiffened and followed his gaze to the empty space behind Price.
“Though’ we lost ya,” Soap murmured, voice hitching into a soft, wet laugh. “Knew you’d find your way back. Always said you would, didn’t you?”
Ghost’s stomach twisted.
Soap reached out, fingers grasping at empty air. His hand dropped limp again after a second, settling on Ghost’s thigh.
“You came back,” he breathed, so quietly it may have been a prayer.
Ghost didn’t say anything. He just pulled Soap in closer, wrapping an arm fully around his shoulders like he could hold him together through sheer force.
The truck bumped over something, a curb, maybe, and Soap whimpered at the jolt. His fingers clutched tighter, nails scraping weakly against the fabric of Ghost’s pants.
“It’s my fault,” Soap said, voice cracking wide open.
Ghost blinked down at him. “What?”
Soap’s eyes stayed locked on the empty seat, glassy and distant.
“I didn’t cover ‘im right. Shoulda—shoulda seen it. Shoulda been faster. He was just a kid. Younger than Gaz...” His throat worked around the words, like they hurt coming out.
“I was supposed to watch him. I promised him.” He spat the words through gritted teeth.
Ghost felt a sharp, ugly punch in his chest.
Price glanced into the mirror again, met Ghost’s for a brief, sharp moment, but said nothing. His hands stayed tight on the wheel.
Soap shuddered against Ghost’s side. Tears welled in his eyes and spilled over, sliding down his flushed cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. Over and over. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Ghost tucked his chin down, resting it lightly against the top of Soap’s head. He didn’t tell him it wasn’t his fault, Soap wouldn’t have heard him anyway.
All he could do was hold on, keep him breathing.
“Come on, Johnny, we’ve got ya.” Ghost said, voice low and steady against the ragged sound of the tires on the broken road. “I’m right here.”
Soap whimpered again, small and broken, and clung tighter.
…
The truck screeched to a halt outside a battered safehouse on the edge of the city. Half the windows were boarded, but it was clear, Price had made sure of that.
Ghost moved. He shoved the door open, yanking Soap with him.
Soap barely stirred. His head lolled against Ghost’s shoulder, breath shallow and warm against his collarbone. His legs dragged uselessly across the gravel.
“I’ve got ya, Johnny,” Ghost muttered, more to himself than anything. He swept him up fully, one arm under his knees, the other around his back. Soap’s body was a furnace, heat seeping through Ghost’s clothes like fire.
Soap mumbled something against his chest. Words lost.
Inside, the house smelled like dust. Gaz was already there, moving fast, clearing space, tossing a battered mattress down on the floor near the fireplace. His eyes widened when he saw them.
“Jesus,” Gaz breathed. “What happened?”
“Drug or chemicals,” Price answered shortly, right behind Ghost. “Unknown. Med team’s en route.”
Gaz nodded, jaw tight, but his hands were steady. He dropped to his knees by the mattress, spreading out blankets and water bottles in quick, efficient motions.
Soap stirred again when they crossed the threshold.
His head lifted weakly. His hazy gaze found Gaz, and a lopsided, drunken smile pulled at his mouth.
“Kyle,” he slurred, voice soft and fond like a secret. “Knew you’d beat us ‘ere…”
Gaz’s throat worked around a response he couldn’t give. He just reached out, steadying Soap’s shoulder as Ghost knelt down.
Ghost tried to ease him onto the mattress. Tried.
Soap clutched his jacket in both fists, sudden and desperate, like a drowning man grabbing for a rope.
“Stay,” Soap breathed, voice cracking. “Please… just—stay.”
Ghost froze and for a heartbeat, he thought about lying. Thought about telling him he'd just be a second. Thought about pulling away.
He couldn’t do it.
Ghost shifted, lowering Soap gently onto the mattress without breaking his grip. Soap’s fingers stayed tangled in the heavy fabric of his jacket sleeve, the other hooked around his vest, even as his body sagged.
Ghost sat down beside him and stayed close. He stayed close enough that Soap could feel the weight of him, close enough that if Soap’s hands loosened, they would still brush against him. Practically keeping Soap in his lap.
Price moved around the room, barking orders into his radio. Gaz crouched nearby, wiping Soap’s face down with a damp cloth, checking his pulse every few seconds.
Ghost didn’t move or say a word. He just stayed.
Soap’s breathing hitched once, a broken little sound, and then finally evened out, slow, shallow, but steady.
The medic would be there soon. They’d done what they could.
Ghost reached down and covered Soap’s hand with his own, squeezing once.
“You’re alright, Johnny,” he murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. “Not going anywhere.”
…
The medic burst through the door less than two minutes later, gear clattering, voice sharp and professional as he rattled. Gaz answered him in quick, clipped replies. Price kept his rifle slung across his chest, standing guard by the door, jaw tight.
Ghost didn’t move.
He stayed when the medic knelt by Soap’s side. He stayed when a gloved hands brushed his shoulder, murmuring, "We’ll take it from here, mate."
Soap’s fingers twitched, clinging tighter, so Ghost stayed.
The medic didn’t mind, he worked quickly, checking vitals, running a line, administering something to counter the chemical still eating through Soap’s system. He mumbled his frustration about not knowing what, but made his greatest, educated guess based on what Gaz had told him. Soap barely reacted. He mumbled a few broken words under his breath, names, maybe, more apologies. Ghost couldn't catch them all.
Finally, the medic pulled back, nodding.
“He’s stable,” he said. “Out of the woods. Should sleep it off now.”
Ghost exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
Soap’s fingers relaxed at last, still tangled in the heavy folds of Ghost’s jacket.
His body sagged fully into the mattress, breath slow and even now.
Ghost shifted closer. Just enough to lay a steady hand across Soap’s chest, feeling the slow rise and fall.
“You can sleep now, Johnny,” he said, voice low.
Soap gave him a little smile, eyes closed, lips twitching, then relaxing completely.
#I think I like making soap a little loopy too much#this isn't my best but o whale#n e way enjoy#ghoap#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#call of duty#tf 141#cod#hurt/comfort#too impatient to q it up so here you go.#my writing#eepy series#cod whump
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Dougson (REGRETAVATOR NPC)
NPC(Dougson) by covnshai
Pronouns: `he/him, they/them`
Floor found: `Arcade`
Can enter the elevator: `yes`
Base HP: `200-400?`
Killable: `yes`
Hostile: `no`
APPEARANCE:
`Dougson takes a resemblance to a fluffy bearded dragon, having yellow and shades of orange blotches and patterns on him. He wears a black cap with a red rim, a black arcade uniform with confetti patterns and a yellow collar, blue shorts and rainbow socks/leg warmers(?). A big star accessory appears to be on his back, a small plate sewn on the back of the uniform. His eyes are small but appear to have no pupils?? His eye color is generally unknown, defaulting to white. He has three big "puffs" of fur with a orange outline on top of his head. He also appears to have no nose(at least not noticeable) but a snout. Dougson is made of confetti.`
DESCRIPTION:
`Dougson will appear behind the prize corner counter with a big red button on the counter beside him in Arcade, they will prompt a minigame in which when you complete it with 10-25 points, they will enter the elevator with you. The minigame they prompt is a TEAM STRATEGY, meaning you can't necessarily do it alone, if you are alone in a public server, the floor will still open for you giving you a chance to grab possible rewards. Though being a private server; Doug will only enter the elevator if 5 points are earned.`
IN THE FLOOR:
Introduction: “hello hello! THE NAME’s DOUG, and I would like to welcome YOU to MY ARCADE!!”
“NOW. Wanna hear something you’ll DEFINITELY enjoy? ME. BUT!! to do that, ya’ needa convince me.”
“Play games to get points! Each game grants ONE point, ya need (10-25) POINTS to win!”
Before he hits the button that starts the minigame:
- “NOW DON’T DISAPPOINT ME! GO GO GO!!”
- “NO TIME TO WASTE! NOW GET STARTED!!”
WHEN SPRAYED WITH SPRAY BOTTLE:
`- STOP IT! YOU'RE GONNA MATT MY FUR!`
`- COLD! COLD!`
`- AYE! I WOULD DO THE SAME TO YOU IF I COULD!`
`- QUIT IT!`
WHEN HIT WITH A SNOWBALL:
`- OW!`
`- QUIT IT!`
`- THIS IS WHY YOU STINK!`
`- HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF I DID THE SAME TO YA?!`
IDLE:
`- people keep saying i look like a cheeto, i AM NOT a cheeto.`
`- i can really go for some pizza right now. Specifically sausage and mushroom.`
`- I don’t like this… enphoso person… seems way too happy…`
`- womp womp`
`- refunds? never heard of em'`
`- this elevator kinda stinks..`
`- Do any of you know what floor is the uh…? …you know what, never mind.`
`- did you know racecar spelled backwards is racecar?`
`- wait until the both of them find out that houses are both concrete and wood.`
INTERACTION:
1. POOB:
-`Poob: "you seem fun! would you like to party?!" Doug: "party?" Poob: "Yeah!" Doug: "there's gotta be pizza and confetti." Poob: "promiseee"`
-`Doug: "womp womp" Poob: "womp womp?" Doug: "womp." Poob: "womp womp!" Doug: "womp."`
2. PEST:
-`Pest: "..." Doug: "..*he’s staring at pest btw*" Pest: "あなたは何が必要ですか?(what do you need?)" Doug: "... nothing."`
-`Doug: "hello!" Pest: "あなたは明るすぎる(you are too bright)" Doug: "what?" Pest: "明るい...(bright...)" Doug: "erm..."`
3. GNARPY:
-`Doug: "why are you green?" Gnarpy: "WHY ARE YOU YELLOW?! BEAVER!!" Doug: "I'm not a beaver."`
-`Gnarpy: "what are you..." Doug: "who knows, not even I know, what am i?"`
-`Gnarpy: "fool!" Doug: "nuh uh!" Gnarpy: "YEZ!" Doug: "nuh uh."`
4. FAN MADE INTERACTION WITH P1ZA by _angryface1 on discord:
-`P1ZA: "Awww.... you want this DELICIOUS pizza? you do? get your own then." Doug: ":("`
EXTRA:
`He will NOT enter the elevator when MR is inside the elevator, instead he will frown and turn into confetti.` `nor will he enter it with DRRETRO in it as well also frowning, but he doesn’t turn into confetti.
Dougson is the only character in regretevator that avoids DrRETRO. This is reference to a bug in the game when Split came out until GASA4 released, where dr retro when aggrovated, will kill the person responsible then 1-3 npcs in the elevator with her purple beam. He will get off at the Speedrun floor as it's the creator's (me) favorite floor, House Party, and Shop Space.
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I love character creating for dnd. Its so fun to look at my collecting mass of dnd lads from various campaigns. They're all so so silly and my children and I love them GRAH- And yes. I will be infodumping about them rn cause I have free will and can. I must release them from my brain space.
Ahem: In order of campaign, my funny DND lads
-Jinx: My first (shortlived) dnd gal! She was a pixie druid who was a wandering trader. Alas, she didn't last past session one as she got suffocated via bag of holding. Womp Womp.
-Lillith: My "main" character for a good while! She was a Elf Fighter who had a tendancy to collect trinkets as trophies for whatever dungeon we traveresed in my school's dnd club. While she did die, it was for a silly reason (she tried to posion a posionus dragon)/at a time I wanted to make a new lad.
-Diddle D. Dee: My first bard! They were a silly Tabaxi who played the violin and had just about every cat themed joke stuffed into them that I could think of. Their tragic past was that their parents got hit with a piano looney tunes style, so now they're on a quest to end the music industry in its entirety. They're also quite upset they ended up as a bard. Currently, they're stuck in space prison for their crimes, but maybe one day I'll let em out.
-M.E.L.O.D.Y: Another Bard of mine! She was a warfoged/robot made to assist a family, but after being shut off for years and age decaying her systems, she doesn't remember who, where, or what happened to them. She was traveling town to town in search of answers when she joined a travelling party.
-Jingles: THE FUCK ASS CLOWN!! Jingles has seen a lot of iterations/caused a lot of chaos - mainly with shadow magic and tomfoolery. The whole time, no matter what party they're with, they're on the run from an evil ringmaster they escaped. They hope to reunite with the other circus troupe that also escaped with them. Tbh they could have their own post on their various excapades.
-Cricket: My Tiefling Monk! She was basically a live in tutor for a noble family, mainly fighting to protect the children. However, after a tragic dissapearance of said children, she finds herself with a rag tag team of adventurers. She wonders if this is at all going to be worth it.
-Leaf: My Tiefling Druid! They were made for a dnd oneshot taking place in a zombie apocolypse. They mainly used their druidic abilities to their advantage to help track things down or hide. I originally intended them to be a "lone wolf" who warmed up to npcs as the journey went on, but fate had other plans.
-Stella: My Elf Monk! She got hit by a metiorite and is maybe fused with a titan? Who knows - she doesn't. Poor gal got taken in by a cult for a brief period of time, convincing her she was a prophet of the gods. However, over time, Stella grew restless being in a golden cage of sorts. Heading off to find answers and adventure.
-Minx: My Tabaxi Monk. While she was concepted with Jingles as their childhood friend, I never get to play them *sob*. But soon I get to! Yay! Shes a fellow circus member who takes everything with a pinch of sass. She often knows more than she lets on.
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Day 14
@goodlawman
The twin suns of Tatooine had dipped below the horizon, the bitter shadow of night stealing all the warmth from Freetown. Tabby sat on the roof of the small, sand-blasted building she called home, her eyes scanning the endless dunes. The outpost was used to being on alert. Whether krayt dragons, Tusken raiders, or the occasional womp rat tripping the sensors when sneaking in for scraps.
This was different. Tabby had felt it for weeks. A slow, creeping sensation gnawing at her bones.
She’d tried to explain it to Cobb, and while he listened, there was only a ruffle of her hair while he tried to offer reassurance. “Tabs, this planet is a tough enough place for anything to survive. There ain’t going to be anything out there we don’t know how to deal with.”
But Tabby had still felt eyes on her as she slept. Watched. Hunted. It crawled through her dreams, waiting. Ageless and immense, reminiscent of the dark voids of space she had once endlessly traveled through. There had been stories back then. The crew liked to make new arrivals shiver with tales of monsters born from dead stars, living where light couldn’t touch, feasting on ships that went off course, or just the sacrifices shoved out of airlocks.
Pulling her blaster from her belt, she jumped down from the roof and made her way through the silent street, her boots kicking up little clouds of sand. Her hand tightened on the grip of her weapon as she stopped just shy at the edge of town, where the beams of lights from Freetown stopped in a hazy circle’s edge and the dunes took over in an endless sea of black.
Then it came. A sound so low, she wasn’t sure she’d heard it at all. The whistle of a sandstorm resonated through the ground, growing evermore shrill until Tabby winced with the urge to cover her ears.
The sound stopped and with it, the creature erupted from the dune. A massive, shapeless thing made of smoke and shifting obsidian bone, it moved with unnatural speed. Amid the swirling darkness, a skeletal face with burning eyes glared at her.
Tabby barely had time to dive behind a beacon before it struck. The metal cylinder ripped in half as the beast lashed out with a long, clawed limb, the sand rattling with the force of its blows. Scrambling back, Tabby fired her blaster wildly. The bolts sizzled into the creature’s form, but then vanished into the darkness.
She yelled for help, but the hurricane roar of the monster drowned out her voice. She rolled to the side just as its claws slashed where she’d been a second before. Panic surged through her. Freetown’s defenses wouldn’t stop it, and her blaster was useless.
They were all going to die.
Then, a bright flash exploded in the corner of her vision, and the creature let out a high-pitched screech, swirling its attention to where Cobb stood at the end of the street, a double-barrelled rifle in his hands “Tabs, stay down,” he yelled, firing another shot.
The blast of energy hit the creature square in one gleaming red eye, and for the first time, it recoiled. Smoke rose from where the shot had landed, and the monster writhed in pain. Cobb fired again, hitting the second eye with deadly precision. The creature let out a final, desperate wail before disintegrating into the sand.
Tabby collapsed to her back, breathless. She was grateful to still be able to see the stars overhead before Cobb came over, pulling her to her feet. “You okay?”
She nodded. “Told you there was something out there.”
Cobb draped an apologetic arm over her shoulder as he glanced toward the dunes. “Yeah, you did. And do you happen to know... was that the only one of ‘em?”
Tabby’s gaze followed his, the desert stretching out into the same endless darkness that deep space could be. She listened but it was silent once more. “I hope so.”
It was when Cobb went to bed after settling Tabby in hers, and dreamed of two sets of fire-red eyes, that he learned they were about to need so much more than hope.
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Everything was going wild. Everything seemed fun and pretty typical until they couldn't decide if they should try and cover up the body or not. The Laveaus weren't the types to let a little crash and burn disrupt their fun. It was all part of it. Anywhere else they understood the usual rules though. They knew the aftermath murder code. Autopilot had a way of taking over. Still, if they could get away with not doing things the methodical way they'd take the out.
Scout was focused on her phone waiting her dad's answer out. Grinding someone down and eating them up was a messy and time consuming task. If they could get out of it they'd like to know for sure. Logic was telling them maybe in Feral where rules were lax it might just be okay to not go through the usual precautions. They also didn't want to do anything wrong and upset their hosts either. They just weren't used to the Feral rules, if there were any.
While all these converstions were going on between Koda, Chip, and Dale, and Jetsam not giving two shits all hovered over the stranger digging one of their eyes right out of it's sockets. Old habits died hard. He might have been dead but he noticed they were a cool color and couldn't help but want to harvest them as if he might add them to the collection he didn't have anymore. Maybe he'd start a new one?
"Weenie-balls." He was laughing. "That's the name of my new collection. I'll get a new set every Halloween. Keep 'em at your place, Chipper."
Scout broke in, "I can do it. I can keep them for you, Dad." She was trying so hard to be a part of it still wanting to be a part of his life as she watched Jet shove the wet thing into Chip's hand.
Then there was Koda who was trying to hold up under Chip's arm since he'd just been through a wreck. Chip was also still in slow-mode. Zombie-ish mode. His reflexes weren't back. He was looking at Scout like he wanted to respond but nothing was coming out. Jetsam took his silence as a yes because his hand held onto the eyeball unable to do much more quite yet.
Then there was GoGo. She came in and Dale was gazing at the sky when she came in out of nowhere and Smack!
Incoming.
Thack!
"Hey?!"
GoGo went off. She was practically barking at him. She kept going.
Dale's sore arms went up trying to protect himself but it was too late. She'd already hit him before he managed to sheild himself at all. A bloody third WOMP.
"Damn it!" Dale's body rolled and cringed away ready to jump up and ... and do... do something... he wasn't sure what... stop her he supposed but she stopped herself as he managed to roll over onto his side.
Scout stared at her as Dale managed to push himself off the ground holding his ribs, covered in the dismembered arm's splattered blood, and got his feet. It happened so fast. It had every hair on the back of her neck standing straight up. Then GoGo even yelled it out. Something about loss. It was bone chilling.
Once Dale was on his feet he limped over, red faced, wide eyed.
Dale's initial reaction was anger. Pain and anger.
Then he saw her face.
Okay, maybe he was still angry, but fuck. Then he just pushed through the pain, stormed through it actually. He hadn't wanted to move at all. The adrenaline had made him jump up and next when he saw her face, he rushed forward and forced a hug on her.
"Fuck you. Are you trying to finish me off, GoGo?"
Damn, the hug hurt. Yelling hurt. Breathing hurt. He didn't care. He squeezed her in.
"Fuck you so hard."
He groaned over her shoulder, "You push me away. I'll squeeze harder. So fuck right off. I'm staying here."
All Scout could see was the fragility of human life, something she wasn't anymore. It was scarier than it used to be. It was the sort of subject she never thought about until her family fell apart. They used to feel so indestructible. Thomas built it back up so strong. She wasn't sure what this feeling was watching her brother and GoGo. Next to them was her zombie bit brother touched by death who caused the crash. Next to them was her actually dead parental who she'd been dying to see for years now, missing him, and conflicted feelings were still stirring. She watched him not pay attention fully focused on gouging out that second retina from the socket.
Before she could get much deeper in those thoughts her phone went off and Thomas's text came in. It shook her back to the present.
"Okay guys. Dad says it's not a big deal to just dump it here. GoGo's probably right. We can just blame it on a zombie. Looks like we don't have to take the time out for disposal here. We're good guys." She said taking the lead on the situation which under normal circumstances would have been a much bigger situation had they been anywhere else.
Jetsam stood up with his second eyeball in his hand grinning, "Told ya guys. Fuck it all." Then he kicked the corpse's eyeball-less head.
She saw Koda looking behind him and she gave him a little peace sign with her fingers, bursting the bubble with her tongue. She watched her own rearview mirror and playfully moved to swerve next to the VW, her open window meaning that she could reach across and ruffle Dale’s curls.
After that, GoGo sped on ahead, feeling her groove the same way that Kuzco did when he had a guitar in hand, the same way that Valerie did with a microphone, the same way that Delta did when she had her wings out, the same way Frank did as he kicked at a suspended reporter, making his body sway on the hooks while he read.
GoGo had been a girl who fell in love with cars, a real engine geek, and didn’t have much love left over for people. Not even her family. Once it was clear that they weren’t going to understand her, that they were going to try to dictate her life as if she was anyone else, she had given up on them. They became roommates. They didn’t do family dinners, or going out together, or even celebrations of birthdays.
It had taken a while for the Laveaus to permeate through that. It wasn’t even as if Go-Go had big walls up, the way that Elsa did, trying to protect herself or thinking that she was protecting others. She just hadn’t even realized that there was a door that they could even knock on. But it had opened and - now, she couldn’t imagine a world without them, the same way she couldn’t imagine a world without cars.
Loud music coming out of stereos, the noises blending together during the split seconds that they were near one another. Her eyes would dart over to see who it was, and would make faces over at Scout if it was her, and then would chuckle to herself. Her heart was beating with the engine, almost feeling like they were one. As she went up in speed, plowing through a zombie or two, only flipping on the windshield wipers as her reaction, she thought to herself, ‘This is better than masturbating.’
Unlimited speed. No cops. No sirens. No one telling her to slow down. If someone got in the way, hit them. This is just what the Autobahn must be like.
The sounds of gunshots weren’t even unwelcome. They echoed through the empty streets, with no one looking out windows, or running for cover. They would be heard up from the tower, where Frank and Delta were busy, but weren’t bothering them much either. As long as it wasn’t pointed towards them, or their people, Frank didn’t give a fuck. He was too deep in … well, a fuck.
She would have kept going when Dale was out of the window, but realized a moment or two later when there weren’t any more headlights in her rearview mirrors. Curiously, she turned her own car around and encroached on the scene. She had her own window down and climbed out through her window, exactly like Dale had been sitting when he had been ejected.
It was rough seeing Dale laying on the ground, like a piece of roadkill. It was rough seeing Chip behind the crumpled hood of the car, the windshield broken, pieces of glass. It triggered something in her. She couldn’t move for a moment. It felt like she was underwater. She could just about hear the garbled voice of Dale talking to Scout, and Chip’s eyes being open as Koda got him out of the car.
Tadashi. The outline of him, the silhouette, against the fire as he had run in like he thought that he was fireproof. Like he was immortal. Like he was a goddamn hero. The situations were different but the feelings were the same in that moment, a clenching around her heart and her stomach, a sense of loss. Everyone was, thankfully, preoccupied with the twins and the body and texting while she had her moment or two of panic before she felt like she was able to breathe again.
She wasn’t thinking the clearest though. She climbed off of the car door, walking around the glass-littered ground, the blood-soaked asphalt in her bare feet, and approached Dale, still on the ground. The panic was still in her eyes, the tenseness of her bones, all of it. And what she did was lean down and gave Dale’s head a smack.
“You don’t get to come close to dying, do you hear me?” She said, and then realized that her own little hand was barely going to do anything to Dale’s head, not through those curls anyway. She took a short march towards the dead body, picked up an arm that had been driven over, detatched at the shoulder, and then used that arm to hit Dale again. “You stupid, egg-headed shitpuddle!”
After hitting him a third time with the arm, she threw it down and then ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face to try to calm herself, taking deep breaths. “I’m not losing another friend,” She said in a quieter tone this time. It was only then that she seemed to realize what she had done. That there was a detatched arm beside her that had been attached to a body only seconds ago. She leaned down and then wiped her hand on Dale’s shirt because she wasn’t going to do it to her own dress.
While this was happening, Scout’s phone would get a text. Thomas was paying attention to his drunk wife, but also to his phone because he had meant what he had said when he offered to pick Ches up, all she had to do was text. Same with Scout, but that went without saying.
‘If Chip doesn’t want to eat it, I’m sure just tossing it into a sewer or something is fine? Just don’t leave a big mess.’
Go-Go was coming down from that short-lived panic attack. It hadn’t gone full blown, just enough for her to go full-throttle rather than her more subdued self. She was a bit embarrassed so decided to gloss over what she had just done rather than address it, and move onto the next topic.
“If anyone asks, zombies did it?”
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civil war au person again. but ough, i am kind of touched by people saying they wanna read something like that. i might plan on writing a oneshot for now, because i dont like starting two multichapter fics at the same time.
i was also kind of hesitant because the fic was gonna be pumped full of my political grievances (with a sprinkling of my country's political history)
but yeah, i appreciate the push! i needed it lol
I mean it'd make sense for there to be political issues in a fic about civil war, and if someone has a problem with that you just hit em with a 'womp womp' and keep doing your thing
if you do end up writing that oneshot I'd love to read it!
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Besties - Bakugou Katsuki
Bakugou x f!reader ft. Kirishima
Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Good Times, BESTIE VIBES ONLY
BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST
Summary: Being Bakugou’s girlfriend, you had to get used to his jealousy. Even though you got used to it, you still chose to not deal with it and so you became close friends with the one guy he could trust. Eijirou Kirishima. Here’s how it worked out.
A/N: For the sake of the fic, Jirou and Kaminari are dating
So we all know how Bakugou and Kirishima’s friendship works but I headcanon Y/N (or this story’s version of Y/N) and Kirishima to have a friendship very VERY similar to André Harris and Tori Vega from the show, Victorious. Bakugou liked the fact that his best friend and girlfriend got along so well ESPECIALLY since he wouldn’t have to worry about other guys that Y/N would become friends with. He could trust Eijirou to stay just friends with Y/N and the friendship became ridiculously hilarious.
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[Y /N] *Ripped Kirishima’s Red Riot poster* Oh Shit! *Runs to common rooms and hides in the crowd, casually talking to other friends*
[Kirishima] *Walks in* You!
[Y/N] *high pitch scream* Katsuki!
[Kirishima and Y/N] *Arguing*
[Katsuki] *Runs in* Woah, woah, woah! What the fuck is happening?!
[Kirishima] Can I talk to Y/N for a sec bro?!
[Y/N] I don’t have to talk to you about anything!
[Kirishima] Oh I think you do! *Picks Y/N up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes*
[Y/N] Let me go! *swinging arms and legs around*
[Kirishima] Don’t make a scene, Don’t make a scene
[Y/N] Suki! Help me!
[Katsuki] *Laughing his ass off*
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[Y/N] *Walking up towards Katsuki and Kirishima moving shoulders and smiling* Heyyyy~
[Katsuki] *Pulling in Y/N with one arm and pecking her temple* Hey babe
[Kirishima] What’s the big news?
[Y/N] How’d you know I had big news?
[Kirishima] ‘Cuz whenever you got big news, this is how you approach someone. *Backs up a little and re-enacts Y/N’s walk* “Heyyyy~”
[Y/N] I don’t do that when I have big news
[Katsuki] Do you have big news?
[Y/N] .....yes
[Katsuki and Kirishima] *Laughs*
[Sero] Yo Bakugou! We got extra training with Aizawa! Let’s go!
[Katsuki] Okay! Later Shitty Hair, See ya babe *pecks your lips and runs off*
[Kirishima] So what’s the big news?
[Y/N] *explains*
[Kirishima] Oh my chiz!
[Y/N] I know right! Ouu let’s go tell those guys over there! *points towards group of kids and begins to walk*
[Kirishima] Wait wait wait *pulls Y/N back* We gotta do this the right way *smiles*
[Y/N] *Smiles and Nods head*
[Kirishima and Y/N] *Walks up to group moving shoulders and smiling* Heyyyy~
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[Kirishima and Y/N] *Chilling at the Kitchen Island*
[Kirishima] *frustrated with something*
[Y/N] Hey...Hey look at me
[Kirishima] Noooooo
[Y/N] Look at me
[Kirishima] *Sighs* What is it cuz I’m not in the greatest moo- *looks up at Y/N*
[Y/N] *Shoots Kirishima with Nerf Gun as he’s talking and hits him right in the middle of his forehead for the 6th time in a row* WooHooo!! Oh yeaaahhh six fa sixxxxx *does a little dance in her chair*
[Katsuki] *laying on the common room couch* BABBYYYYYYYYY
[Y/N] *Walks to Bakugou* You finally awake babe? What do you need?
[Katsuki] Can you get me some water? *baby pouts at her*
[Y/N] Heh, sure. *gets water and gives it to Katsuki*
[Katsuki] *Drinks water and goes to sleep again*
[Y/N] *Walks back to seat infront of Kirishima and gets hit with Nerf Bullet*
[Kirishima] WOMP! *puts two fist in the air in victory and then does a little dance*
[Y/N] *Softly laughs*
[Kirishima] Like that?
[Y/N] *Laughs and claps hands softly* Moreee
[Kirishima] *Laughs and stops dancing*
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[Kirishima] *Busts into Common Rooms during Y/N and Bakugou’s movie night* GUYS I NEED HELP!
[Katsuki] *Pauses movie* Aren’t you supposed to be at Kiyoko’s Birthday Party?
[Kirishima] Yes! I’m supposed to be at her birthday party! I’m supposed to be her date for that party! And I’m supposed to like her! But I don’t like that spoiled girl at all! Not even a little *picks up pillow and hits the couch with it at every upcoming word* And I *hit* don’t know what *hit* to do! *hit*
[Y/N] *Offers out bowl* .....Want some Mashed Potatoes?
[Kirishima] No I don’t want any- .....Gimme da bowl *takes bowl and walks to other side*
[Y/N] Okay, why are you with this girl if you don’t even like her?!
[Kirishima] Because of her daddy *eats*
[Katsuki] Who’s her daddy?
[Kirishima] *Speaks with stuffed mouth* Hawks
[Katsuki and Y/N] What?!?!! Hawks?!?
[Kirishima] Mhm!
[Y/N] Oh my god, he’s the number 2 hero!
[Kirishima] I know that! You don’t think I know that? If that man likes me and thinks I’m good enough he could hook me up with a spot in his agency as an intern. Why else do you think I’m dating his grumped up, crazy faced daughter?!
[Y/N] *stares in shock* that is terrible!
[Kirishima] I know! That’s why I’m upset! *takes spoonful bite of mashed potatoes* ‘Cuz I know, what I’m doing is wrong! 😭 .....are these potatoes hand mashed?
[Y/N] Yeah, why?
[Kirishima] They’re lumpy
[Y/N] *stares in offense*
[Kirishima] If you gon hand mash em, you gotta get up in there! Get out them lumps! *sadly uses fork to mash up potatoes even more*
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[Kirishima] *Banging on Y/N’s dorm room door at 4 in the morning*
[Y/N] *Tiredly getting out of Bakugou’s arms and opening the door* Kiri?
[Kirishima] Did you get my texts?!
[Y/N] Yes, why do you think I’m standing here at 4 in the morning?
[Kirishima] I’m tripping out Y/N! I’m tripping out!!😭
[Y/N] *sighs* Alright, just come in
[Katsuki] *Wakes up* Ugh shitty hair, whats your deal?
[Kirishima] *frantically walks through the door* Go make coco!
[Y/N] I’m not making coco! *shuts door*
[Kirishima] ARGHHH-OWWW *rubs his temples as he flops onto Y/N’s bed at Katsuki’s feet*
[Katsuki] Geez man *tiredly rubs face*
[Y/N] What is wrong with you?
[Kirishima] *hesitates* I-...I think I’m in love with Jirou
[Katsuki and Y/N] *Eyes go wide and jaws drop*
[Y/N] *slowly shaking head up and down*...I’ll go make the coco... *stares as Kirishima in shock as she backs up to the door slowly*
[Kirishima] *Mouthing “I don’t know” with distressed look and shrugged shoulders*
[Y/N] *slowly but quickly leaves dorm room*
*Timeskip - Bakugou, Y/N, and Kirishima are all sitting on Y/N’s bed with their backs against the wall holding cups of coco*
[Y/N] You think you’re in love?....With Jirou?
[Kirishima] ....I think so..
[Katsuki] Okay, what happened tonight?
[Kirishima] I don’t know..we were just in gym gamma, working together, all night, and then we took a break and she played music and started singing and I sang with her. Then she showed me a song she’s been working on and I offered to help and then she started singing again and she just looked so...pretty and sweet
[Y/N] Okay but dude, you can’t love Jirou!
[Kirishima] You think I don’t know that?! Kaminari is one of my best friends and I would never try and move in on a friend’s girl. Uh-Uh, I don’t play that way.
[Katsuki] Good! So just..forget about this-
[Kirishima] I CANT! ARGH-OW *distressfully rubs temples*
[Y/N] Well why can’t you?
[Kirishima] Alright, you see. Ever since I was little I could never hold my emotions in. I could never keep my feelings inside, even if I want to, I just can’t. I always had to be honest with myself and let it out. Or else I get wonky in the head! *Rubs temples*
[Y/N] Okay-
[Kirishima] I- *broken sobs*
[Y/N] Okay-
[Kirishima] Argh- *broken sobs*
[Y/N] *Rubbing Kiri’s shoulder* Shhh-
[Kirishima] I don’t even- *broken sobs and shaking head*
[Y/N] Shhh. Listen. I don’t think you’re in love with Jirou.
[Kirishima] You don’t?
[Y/N] No. You guys were just there..together..alone, late. And you were tired.
[Kirishima] Yeah..tired, we were tired. That’s true.
[Y/N] And you guys were listening to music and singing songs..and so you felt emotional.
[Kirishima] Yeah! I did!
[Y/N] But by tomorrow, you’ll be fine again!
[Kirishima] Yeah! I bet I will!
[Katsuki, Y/N, and Kirishima] *Slowly raises coco cups to their mouths to take a sip simultaneously*
[Kirishima] This coco is good!
[Y/N] *Nodding her head* It’s from Belgium.
[Kirishima] Must be why
[Y/N] *Nodding her head* Mhm
[Katsuki, Y/N, and Kirishima] *All simultaneously taking another sip*
[Katsuki] .....Shitty hair..
[Kirishima] ...Yeah bro?
[Katsuki] ....Get out so I can cuddle my girlfriend and go to sleep
[Kirishima] .....Okay bro
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THE TOP 10 WORST KPOP SONGS OF 2020
(WARNING: I DON’T LIKE THESE SONGS AND WILL BE MEAN AT THEM. I DO NOT HAVE ANY PERSONAL BEEF WITH ANY OF THESE GROUPS OR ARTISTS SO DON’T COME FOR ME IF YOUR FAVE MADE A STINKER TRACK THIS YEAR.)
Ah, 2020. The year where disco came back, the 80s came back, and everyone was titling their songs after nonsense words. It was a good year for k-pop overall, with a lot of new trends entering the game towards the end of summer. However, there were some real clunkers that refused to get out of my head this quarantine and pissed me off to varying degrees each time I heard them. This list is an attempt to chronicle all of those.
So without further ado, let’s get this shit done.
HONORABLE MENTIONS:
NCT 127 - PUNCH This isn't actually a bad song, hence it only making it to the honorable mentions section. In fact, I think this could've easily made the best list had it not been for one thing, and that's the presence of NCT 127, namely their rap line. The instrumental on this thing is absolutely killer and one of the best productions to come out of SM in a long time. The entire thing is bizarrely structured and incredibly gutsy, and therefore I think it's a travesty that an instrumental this incredible was drowned in ASMR-esque whispers and EYYYY WE BALLINs. There are a few salvageable sections, namely the first post-chorus, and we see glimmers of NCT 127's true potential, should they choose to explore this sound further.
CIGNATURE - NUN NU NAN NA Similar to Punch, I admire the production choices here - there are a few sections that blast you with 100gecs-esque womps, and that's always something I enjoy. The vast majority of the song rarely dips below decent territory, but since the entire thing hinges on the titular hook, it ends up falling apart right when it needs to bring the hype the most. I mean, building a hook around those notes was...an interesting choice, I guess. It reminds me a lot of fromis_9's FUN!, which also constructed the entire song around a terrible set of notes. Listen to them yell that hook at you and tell me it doesn't sound off. Most frustrating song of 2020.
ONG SEONG WU - GRAVITY Have you ever heard a drop this weak? I sure haven't. I hate the way he says DIVING INTO YOUR LOVE, the over-enunciation kills me and there's one syllable too many. Also, thanks Ong Seong Wu for giving CRAVITY the promo they deserve.
BTS - FLY TO MY ROOM I can't relax while listening to this, the beat is so sparse and has this nauseous sway to it that really makes me feel like I'm reliving these past 9 months of quarantine all over again. And just like quarantine, it really feels like this goddamn thing never ends. That final set of choruses is really a chore to get through, and I'm not the only one who thinks so - shout out to Taehyung for serving taste and I'm sorry Jimin convinced you to sing out of your natural range yet again.
TREASURE - MMM Ew.
I*ZONE - FIESTA It's a pretty standard girl group song up until that chorus hits and oh my god, who on earth produced this? Are they actively trying to trigger my psychosis? There are so many sounds happening that it feels like three or four demo tracks laid on top of each other, it makes me confused even trying to figure out what's going on here. And that post-chorus drop is horrendous, it's like the instrumental is literally screaming into my ear STREAM BLOOM*IZ!!! STREAM BLOOM*IZ YOU DUMB CUCK!!! YOU LOVE IT!!!
NOW FOR THE REAL LIST.
#10: TAEYEON - HAPPY
I do not like this. Taeyeon has one of the most powerful voices in the industry and instead of putting it to good use, she decided to put out the musical equivalent of eating a stick of butter. Bland, horrible texture, seems to go on forever and ever, you know you shouldn't be consuming it and you don't know why you're doing this to yourself, etc.
The MV contributed to my dislike, with Taeyeon whitewashed all the way into uncanny valley as she lounges around her beautiful apartment. Well of course you'd be happy if you lived in a place like that, I know I would. The sad thing is that there's some really nice vocal work here and there, but for the majority of the song, Taeyeon decides to serenade us in the most nasal tone that she can muster. I know she can sing better than this, and I'm disappointed in her for creating this and unleashing it on the world.
#9: WEKI MEKI - OOPSY
Whereas Picky Picky was annoying in the best way possible, Oopsy is annoying in the worst way possible. The instrumental legitimately sounds cheap, the drums sound so tinny and artificial that it's hard on the ears. Not to mention the hook, wherein the girls force their voices as high as they can go as they proclaim OOPSY!
I'm a huge fan of cute concepts, but when it comes to putting out a high-energy sugary track like this, you're walking a fine line between adorable and irritating. Weki Meki didn't even try to walk the line, they just dove headfirst into irritating territory without a care in the world. It literally feels like the audio equivalent of having to hold a whiny toddler and then it pisses itself and the mom is just cooing about how her little darling made an oopsy.
#8: VICTON - MAYDAY
It feels like for most of the year, the vast majority of boy groups were stuck in a rut, knee-deep in sludgy EDM and leather harnesses. You know the songs I'm talking about, and I could've put any one of them here, but I chose this one purely because that chorus makes me feel like I have a concussion. I don't like this song nor the trend it's representative of - I spent most of quarantine having the same dark BG concepts thrown at me over and over and I'm glad things are starting to take a bit of a turn.
The bridge on this is actually pretty great, and the guys in VICTON do know how to sing, as can be seen in the final post-chorus. But man, there's just nothing fresh being brought to the table here, just the same stale trends in their worst form yet. The hook is so slow and drowsy, the same few notes just repeated over and over. I have not seen the MV because I feel like I can picture it well enough in my head just by listening. Are there harnesses? Don't forget those, boys.
#7: MCND - SPRING
Only Pentagon are allowed to do these concepts.
#6: HYO, LOOPY, SOYEON - DESSERT
This is genuinely unlistenable as soon as the drop hits, with a vocal stitching job that might be a horn synth, I'm not sure. That's how annoying it is. The producer is clearly incompetent and the performers are oozing with personality, though not the pleasant sort. The hook is bratty and the raps here are beyond generic. After the halfway point, there are a couple interesting sounds thrown into the mix, but it's not enough to save things.
Soyeon in particular sounds awful here, with her iconic nasally tone morphing into something genuinely irritating and borderline spiteful. Age up the toddler from the Oopsy comparison to around 7 or 8 and that's basically what you've got here. All I can hope is that this song is not influential in any way, shape or form, because I just had a vision of Blackpink imitating this production style and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
#5: SECRET NUMBER - WHO DIS?
I'm not sure how many Secret Number fans are out there, but I'm about to make all of em real mad at me right about now. However, it must be said.
This is basically Your Turn by Kaachi again.
I don't think I need to explain that hot take, just listen to the song. It's surprisingly amateurish, to the point where I feel like the vocals aren't in sync and they just used the first take they got from each girl. The raps in particular are awful, and I swear they even sound like they go off-key a couple of times. How this blew up in any aspect is bizarre to me. Anyways, stream Photo Magic and stan Kaachi.
#4: BAEKHYUN - CANDY
Did you want a k-pop version of Yummy by Justin Bieber? No? Well, Baekhyun decided to make it anyways! At least Yummy was sort of funny in how bad it is, this is just...a somber affair. Inexplicably, he manages to oversing the final third of the song, which I don't get the point of, but okay. Lazy, underproduced and overproduced at the same time, bland, boring, annoying...
Wait, did he just say...
Okay, I changed my mind, this is hysterical. Like Pop rocks, strawberry, bubble gum...
#3: (G)-IDLE - DUMDI DUMDI
I'm so sick of this group's 'ethnic' schtick, it's like they never learn. They just don't give a fuck - after a string of genuinely great tracks like Hann, Lion, and Oh My God, they just decide to put out this shit and expect me to listen to it? They're a group with a lot of potential, with some brilliant vocalists and the talent that is Soyeon (who really loves being on this list, apparently) but if they continue down the path of using different cultures as concepts I can't support them any further.
The song itself has salvageable parts, a recurring theme on this list, but the over-the-top tribal influences are so obvious and tropey that even listening to it feels gross. (G)-Idle have more creative control than most groups, and the fact that they're capable of creating works of art like Lion is what makes me harsh on them. Instead of moving forward, they continue to regress into their comfort zone of cultural appropriation.
#2 YOOA - BON VOYAGE
Speaking of cultural appropriation...are we gonna address this? Nah? Okay.
Oh My Girl, YooA's parent group, has a history of blatant cultural appropriation (and arguably some legit racist moments depending on how you look at it) and they seem like they're not changing anytime soon. That's why this particular song stings even more than it probably should. If you thought Dumdi Dumdi's tribal influences were a little too on the nose, take a listen to this chorus.
YooA has a bad voice, is wearing tribal face paint, and is running around the wilderness whitewashed into oblivion while a choir of nameless voices chant vaguely tribal things behind her. Even in an industry like k-pop, this sticks out as something in bafflingly poor taste, and I can't see how she got away with this in 2020.
#1 BLACKPINK & SELENA GOMEZ - ICE CREAM
Well, this is a predictable pick.
I don't know why or how Blackpink thought they could get away with drip-feeding blinks content for 4 goddamn years in the lead-up to their first album, only to drop this big fat clunker on them. I honestly felt insulted by the song, from its cheap, tinny production to the god-awful lyrics. I don't know how anyone could find any value in a piece of music this soulless and hollow.
Lisa's raps are by far the worst part of it, with FIRE BARS such as "you're the one been chosen, play the part like moses" and "mona lisa kinda lisa". Unfortunately, these raps take up a good portion of the song, and there's nothing going on in the instrumental to distract you from them, save for that little ice cream truck jingle. (or at least I think that's what the producer was going for)
Selena is a non-presence and essentially blends in with the girls, who WAIL that awful hook like their lives depend on it. Also, there's some really cheesy innuendos here that're sung with all the sex appeal of the actual ice cream truck driver from literally your neighborhood.
I loathe what this song represents - the only good thing about it is that the girls look stunning in the MV. And that's exactly the thing - this song represents the exact moment in time wherein Blackpink admitted to their audience that music is no longer their main focus. This is the peak of their influencer-ization, and only time will tell if they'll redeem themselves. (Spoiler: They sort of did, goddammit.)
#kpop#worst kpop#kpop review#review#yooa bon voyage#blackpink ice cream#mcnd spring#dumdi dumdi#baekhyun candy#victon mayday#secret number#taeyeon happy#weki meki
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tagged by @meryton-etc ! tagging: @wirkmood, @marschallin, @somepaperclips !
ao3 name: smithens !
fandoms: just downton abbey at the moment! in the past: les misérables (rewind like 5+ years) homestuck, harry potter, twilight, maximum ride, whatever the fuck, i discovered ffn at like 8 and that was a bad recipe.
number of fics: published on ao3, 35 for downton abbey and ~50 for les mis.
fic i spent the most time on: honestly i have no idea. i don’t really have a way of measuring that, especially with downton abbey because i’m basically just constantly writing and switching between google docs... i can say however that strange how I fit into you (there's a distance erased with the greatest of ease) and like foals, unsteady on their feet were both written in intense fever dream like circumstances where i just worked on the one thing for hours on end.
fic i spent the least amount of time on: same as above? i’ll say vulnerary just because as far as i remember, it was in my head and then it was published, just a very breezy writing experience. i wanted it to be up by christmas and i actually had to stop myself from writing some stuff though lol. (in retrospect, wish i hadn’t done that.)
longest fic: the in progress thomas/richard accidental-erotic-novel when to my soul, the body would say. it was supposed to be like 10k words and 3 chapters, and now it’s going to be 11 chapters and approximately 100k words, so, i underestimated to say the least.
shortest fic: i write drabbles so like... yeah lol
most hits: ok get ready for this. it’s you will not take my heart, alive.
most kudos: it’s you will not take my heart, alive.
most comment threads: what we must to get by! shocker. i............ adore comments with all my heart. please give me comments i eat them for breakfast. i am really bad at replying to them as of late unfortunately - although that’s actually another thing i got better at with now being able to breathe again? amazing.
most bookmarks: it’s you will not take my heart, alive.
total word count: 400,886........ i’m ...... okay and 285,158 are from the last seven months or so, so that’s fucking wild. that’s the power of brain worms!
favorite fic i wrote: hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? i think it’s actually love shall be our token.... i’d make some changes as with everything but i just... really like the vibe... i have good images in my head.
fic i’d rewrite / expand on: lmfao like all of them? i rewrote ywntmha and i still want to keep going in and fixing stuff, so, womp womp there; i’m in the process of a what we must to get by rewrite/major edit (so no one reread it!!!!! it sucks right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). i would LOVE to do more with vulnerary & that’s kind of what i’m most itching to get to but i’ve also got uhhh unfortunately lots of things in progress and i need to brain dump before i get around to that.
share a bit of a WIP: stickin em under a cut, going for several as reassurance that I Promise I’m Still Working On These:
He's also absolutely dripping with not-from-around-here, and when he gives Thomas a once over it's with a very familiar look in his eyes.
Wishful thinking, maybe, but he has an air of something more than new in the Big Apple, so Thomas shakes his hand when it's offered. "Thomas Barrow."
They've somehow managed to be the only lone men left in the place; the bar stool next to Thomas's own was the last one open.
He hasn't had anything to drink yet; he'll humour his new friend until he has.
That or until he knows more.
(certain liberties)
"Somebody's been looking happy, since Mr Molesley turned up…"
Phyllis jumps.
When she turns around she sees it's Thomas, of course it's Thomas, but did he really have to sneak up on her like that?
"You frightened me," she says, accusing. She sets down Her Ladyship's dancing shoes and lets her hands fall to her sides, idle. She doesn't want to dignify the remark with a real response.
"Door's wide open same as always," he returns, smirking, and he leans against the frame. "Maybe you should've been paying better attention."
"To the door?"
"I do," self-righteous as ever, but these days it doesn't bother her...All the same, she raises her eyebrows. "You weren't in the brushing room yesterday."
Paying attention to the door.
"Can't watch it when I've got my back turned, have I?" He shifts back and forth on his feet, turns to look toward the passage, and she wonders if she chose the wrong thing to say. "The royal people've made a mess of the cupboards," he adds lamely. "And Mr Carson's not gonna put things back the way I like them…"
Which doesn't explain why he and Mr Ellis went from one foot apart to five when she entered the room.
(persistence)
"...but yeah, it's understood some places, isn't it, most of the blokes who get very far in service are the type not to marry." He paused. "Makes folks more accepting than they'd be otherwise, I reckon, if we're a devil they know."
"Most," Barrow repeated, incredulous. Richard swallowed, uncomfortable; his hands were looking for something to do again and so he let his left fall back to the gearshift, preparing. "You come from a very different world than I do, Ellis, I'll say that."
But he didn't, and that was the real tragedy.
"Same world," Richard murmured. "Different parts of it."
"Wish I'd seen your parts, then."
"Yeah, me, too."
They fell silent.
The road was different at night, as all things were — he'd not driven in Yorkshire since the war, and he was lucky to be doing so again under the circumstances. Lucky that skies were clear and the sun was out, that everything to be seen could be, and that it was summer and the night wasn't pitch black and dreary.
Beside him Mr Barrow was staring out the window, head to the side, hat in his lap. He was still full of nerves, so much so that Richard felt he could feel it, radiating like heat from a fire.
(hope keeps us standing)
"What a shit year."
"Seen worse."
"And?"
"Well, we got through this one same as all behind it," says Richard, and then he sips at his champagne. He's smiling, just a little turn at the corners of his lips and a hint of something in his eyes, but enough for Thomas to know he believes the words coming out of his mouth, same as always. "We'll come out the other side of the next; you'll see."
Same as always when it comes to things such as this, at least.
"Nothing's ever going to fuck with your optimism, is it?"
"What has the army done to your sweet mouth," Richard returns, grinning, now. He touches his thumb to Thomas's lower lip.
"My what?"
Richard leans forward to kiss him, but Thomas pulls away, laughter bubbling up in him. He's a little drunk, hasn't had anything but champagne and wine since dinner some hours ago, when he didn't eat as much as he might have. It's a choice he'll regret in the morning, but it's already been made. No use taking it too seriously at the moment.
"You'll have to wait," he tells Richard, as sternly as he can. "You'll have to wait…" He looks at his wristwatch, squints at it. "Three minutes."
"I don't think that's the tradition."
For some reason this strikes him as the funniest thing he's ever heard said in his life.
(but level, in time)
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exile by taylor swift is a masterpiece
lol so im going to go ahead and make the assumption that i don’t have more than one music recommendation anon xD. therefore, i dub thee thus: music rec anon. i...wanted to like this song. i don't listen to much t swift, but i usually enjoy the singles i hear. i’ve done my fair share of bopping to her hits. but this one didn’t jive with me? womp. we can’t win em all.
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womp womp
partmetal-alchemist
hey, do you have a second?
eldritchlulz
what's up??
are ye finally outta the library
partmetal-alchemist
yeah, I kind of got caught up in what I was doing for a while there hunh
can you keep a secret?
eldritchlulz
course
who do ye think ye are i am
partmetal-alchemist
I was working on enchantments for a prototype prosthetic design
eldritchlulz
oh SICK
what's it made out of
partmetal-alchemist
well, enchantment is the wrong word, its more like alchemical synapse junctions
eldritchlulz
i understand all of those words separately
partmetal-alchemist
oh a bunch of stuff, I've only got the basic framework done but I think I've worked out how I want to put it together
partmetal-alchemist
actually do you wanna just come see the plans? might make more sense if there's a visual
eldritchlulz
oh fuck yes where are ye
ye've already designed it but let me put in a plug for modeling it after tentacles
ye can't beat em as extra arms
partmetal-alchemist
oh I've already got plans for augmentation options once I get a working prototype
eldritchlulz
heh
let me model is for ye
partmetal-alchemist
I went down to the greenhouse to grab some stuff for an oil infusion but I can meet you somewhere more convenient
maybe the garden by artume? it's actually really nice out
eldritchlulz
yeah!!! race ye there heh
partmetal-alchemist
[ lsfdkjlskjflskdjf im so sorry thiren is going to spend like five-ten minutes trying to explain the diagrams in an understandable way without accidentally talking down to her and then try to slip in a casual like "okay so this wasnt actually what i wanted to ask you about"
eldritchlulz
[sldkfjdlkj moire doesn't pretend to understand, although there's some tug of the salt in her blood to the shape of the drawings, something that murmurs of surf and depths and an ancient arcane heritage shared. she traces all the diagrams with her fingers, squinting at the prototypes with a grin until thiren drops The Bomb. she's oblivious cus that's the munro style] hit me
partmetal-alchemist
this is independent of showing you the designs, I wanted to do that anyway, the timing just sort of worked out, but, uh. I was wondering if you would. want to go to prom with me.
eldritchlulz
oh
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[moire drops one of the designs in surprise, her smile sliding off her face as she ducks to pick it back up between her long fingers.]i'm going with misha
[it's not apologetic, but there is something much softer in her voice than normal. she runs the paper through her hands like water as she watches thiren's face, the corner of her mouth ticking up.] save me a dance, though?
partmetal-alchemist
[ thiren's curled fingers tighten ever so slightly at moire's response; unsurprising, but still disappointing. she musters a smile in response, maybe a little sharp-toothed (defensive, protective), her voice steady and even. ] he's a lucky guy.
and of course I will.
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Do U ship anyone in wynonna earp? I like dolls and her. And Waverly and Nicole are cute but deserve more storline, although I think half demon Waverly might make that happen?
i love wynonna and dolls! such a good slowburn. i liked ‘em in s1 and then in s2 they hit beat after beat that i love ship-wise so i’m pretty into it. I’m hoping we can all forget wynonna/doc ever happened lmao
Waverly and Nicole are cute but not a lot else… i wish they’d get a plot unto themselves, which is maybe starting to happen, but Nicole gets sidelined a lot for some reason? I want her to be part of the squad more than she is. I like her scenes with Wynonna but she doesn’t get many of them, or scenes with anyone else. Womp womp. I mean they’re sweet and stuff but I wish the f/f couple got to be more part of the action and A-plot and everything.
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