#i call them “free” for short cuz it's easier to say

[starry-907]

chosen week day 7: freedom!

chosen is ecstatic to finally get to meet their idol (and celebrity crush), meanwhile free is contemplating how much danger they might currently be in with two well-known criminals in line to meet them (and one of them is just staring at them??)

bonus under the cut cuz i thought it was funny:

[rfxiii]

Oooo, I know Christmas is coming up soon and I was wondering. Can u do one where fem reader and Trevor r under a mistletoe and they do more than just kiss?

I luv ur work!

(tysm for the request and kind words. I love your idea and had a lot of fun writing it! I hope it’s what you wanted, and if not feel free to send me a request to fix anything! <3)

TW: smut

Word Count: 3645

Trevor Philips And Fem!S/O Under A Mistletoe🎄:

It’s a rarity for Amanda to let you all over to the house- or to let Trevor over at all. But Christmas will be here in only a few short days and it seems the festive spirit has become contagious enough to have her growing more generous. You’d been surprised when Michael had called you out of the blue, inviting you and Trevor over for a party on the condition that you kept him from getting too….rowdy. You were excited, honestly. It had been a while since you’d all gotten together, and what better place to do it than the beautiful De Santa home?

You’d spent days after Michael’s call coaching Trevor on how to behave without getting himself thrown out and ruining the party. He was smart, he knew how to act. But something about Amanda awakened this awful little gremlin in his brain that insisted he did everything he could to antagonize her. He promises, over and over, that he’ll behave. And really, you love him, but you have your doubts.

He spends the night with you the day before the party. You tell him it’d be easier than picking him up or having him meet you here later in the afternoon. But frankly, you want to make sure he shows up at least wearing clean clothes and having showered. His outlandish outfits and lack of personal hygiene really don��t faze you anymore. But you don’t want to give Amanda any excuse to make a comment that’ll set him off and spur on an argument. You love Trevor, and you really do enjoy hanging out with Amanda when she and Trevor aren’t bickering. But god is it hard to keep the two of them in the same room without there being bloodshed.

You’ve just finished with your makeup and hair, exiting the bathroom in just your underwear as you mindlessly stride into the bedroom to locate the dress you’d bought for the occasion. It’s there that you find him, sprawled out across the bed, lounging in a way that’s so comically staged you almost laugh. Almost. But he’s dressed in that perfectly tailored, black suit and that dark grey, dress shirt that hugs his lean torso in all the right places, and suddenly all of your teasing and laughter dies on your tongue.

Fuck, is he hot!

He’s clearly thinking the same as you are. A sharp, lewd smirk twists his chapped lips while his eyes rake down your barely clothed body. And when his slimy tongue juts out from behind his teeth and licks his lips like he’s looking at the most delicious meal he’s ever had presented to him, you nearly melt. He sees the way you flush, how you not so discreetly let your gaze travel his body and appreciate him in the suit you’d picked out. He sits up slowly, pushing to his feet and strutting across the room the way a predator stalks its prey. It’s only when he’s right in front of you, with his calloused, cracked hands gripping your bare hips, that he finally speaks to you, “Ya like what ya see, sugar? Cuz I know I fuckin’ do. Wha’da’ya say we ditch Mikey’s party and I show you twice as much fun here at home?”

You’re tempted, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t. But you’d been looking forward to this for over a week, and you’re not about to let temptation ruin all your plans. You slide your hands from his chest up to loop your arms around his neck, pressing your nearly nude body against his fully clothed one and pulling him down until your lips nearly blush, ��And have everyone miss out on how sexy you look? I don’t think so, Trev. But if you’re good at the party tonight you can come home and…unwrap one of your presents early.” you coos teasingly, peppering featherlight kisses to the corner of his lips.

Trevor’s grin grows almost Cheshire Cat wide, his cracked fingernails biting into the soft skin of your hips while he pulls you impossibly closer, “You always know just what to say to get your way, sugertits.” he growls softly against your ear, “Alright! Hurry up and get dressed. Faster we go, the faster we can get home!”

You bite back a giggle at his words, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and stepping back to finally get dressed. You’re still excited to go to the party and see all your friends, but the idea of getting home tonight was even more exhilarating.

It takes you just a little longer to get ready, then almost twenty minutes in the liquor store trying to talk Trevor out of buying cheap, high volume whiskey and to stick to the list of things you’d already pre-decided on. And by the time you finally arrive at Michael’s, you’re nearly thirty minutes late.

You ring the doorbell once, waiting patiently to be let inside. But after less than thirty seconds of silence, Trevor is rhythmically, impatiently ringing the doorbell and aggressively pounding on the door until Michael snatches it open with an unimpressed glare, “Shoulda known it was you, T.” he scoffs, stepping aside to let the two of you in before he addresses you politely with a genuine smile, “You look really nice tonight.”

“Thanks, Mikey! Who knew you could give an honest compliment?” Trevor butts in, wrapping an arm around Michael’s shoulder and shaking him almost violently.

Michael scoffs in annoyance, shaking off Trevor’s arm with an annoyed scowl, “Yeah, I didn’t mean you, T. I meant (y/n). But at least it seems like she got you to shower.” he taunts with as much good nature as the relationship between the duo will allow.

You giggle softly, trying to defuse any argument as you take Trevor’s hand and lean into his side, “Call it a Christmas miracle, I guess.” The teasing seems to work as Michael laughs heartily and Trevor lets out an amused scoff at his own expense. He’s always taken better to your jokes than teasing from anyone else.

Michael ushers you both fully inside, closing the door behind you and generously offering to take the light jacket you’d opted to wear over your dress. From the corner of your eye you spot Trevor staring, his gaze trailing down to your exposed cleavage that’s tastefully revealed by the low cut neckline. He doesn’t even bother to break away his staring when Michael begins talking to him and trying to lead him off to the living room. He’s practically drooling.

“Trev!” you whisper sharply, nudging his shoulder and giving him a disbelieving smirk, “Real subtle.. Hold it together until we’re home, huh?”

“Don’t blame me, sugar. You look good enough to eat.” Trevor practically growls. Thankfully, he’s being quiet about his lustful teasing, but any unheard whispers are immediately given away by the face he’s giving you. He looks practically ready to jump you right here in the entryway.

“Hey, T! You hear me? Come on.” Michael calls, waving the both of you into the living room and breaking up the heavy tension between the two of you. You trail behind Trevor with your fingers laced together, him pulling you along at a quick pace- but even in your heels you’re more than used to keeping up with his long stride.

The De Santa house has always been beautiful, but with the amount of decorations set up tonight it looks absolutely breathtaking. You’d have Amanda, and maybe Tracey, to thank for that. You know for sure the only effort Michael put in was potentially going to the liquor store to buy the booze, and all Jimmy had contributed was staying out of the way, in his room playing video games. You’re still honestly surprised Amanda had agreed to have you all in her nice house, and you’re sure she’s probably still on edge praying that Trevor doesn’t get too rowdy and destroy anything. You’ll have to keep him in check tonight- especially after she’s put in this much effort to make the party so nice.

Everyone was here, and honestly you’re shocked to see almost all of your friends under the same roof like this.

Amanda is in the kitchen with Tracey making them both drinks while Amanda fights back Lester to stop him sticking his bare hands into the chips and dip. Lamar has himself seated on the huge living room couch with his feet on the coffee table like he owns the place. Franklin sits at Lamar’s side, much more respectful with his feet on the ground and a glass of whiskey in his hand. Jimmy is lingering by Franklin and Lamar, trying his best to get their attention with his awkward jokes and embarrassingly offensive slang. You even catch sight of Wade wandering hesitantly into the kitchen to ask Tracey where the beer is. Trevor had told you, before you’d even left, that Ron refused to come- still harboring some paranoid, bad blood about Michael. But, despite the lack of Sandy Shores resident conspiracy theorist, all of you and Trevor’s closest people were here tonight. It was honestly nice seeing everyone again.

“Ay, Trevor, (y/n)!” Franklin greets from across the room- a giddy, slightly drunk grin on his lips as waves to the both of you.

“Heeey! Crazy dude! What’s good, loco?!” Lamar shouts in time with Franklin- shooting you a playful wink before being pulled back into whatever Jimmy was trying to say to him.

You giggle softly, pressing a kiss to Trevor’s cheek and ushering him off to hang out with Michael and Franklin, “I’m gonna go see Mandy. Be good, ok?” you tease, letting your hands gently brush down the lapels of his blazer and feel the lean muscle under your palms, “And play nice~”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! I got it, sugertits! Go have your girl time.” Trevor smirks, delivering a firm slap to your ass as you turn away toward the kitchen. You bit back a yelp, scowling at him over your shoulder when you hear Lamar whoop out a teasing catcall at the display. You try to act annoyed. But after the way he’d been eyeing you up since before you’d even left home, you can’t say you didn’t feel your desire for him growing with every lingering look, every trace of his tongue against his chapped lips, and ever hushed, raspy purr of how good you look.

It’s going to be a long night- and so you inhale softly, straightening yourself up and striding off to find Amanda. Hopefully she can help take your mind off everything Trevor is so involuntarily doing to you.

The party gets on fast, and for a while you easily find yourself getting distracted talking to Amanda, and then getting wrapped up in some over dramatic, politically driven rant Lester gets on. But it’s when you’re in the middle of listening to Wade ramble about he and Chef’s latest bout of troublemaking that you look up and spot Trevor practically eye fucking you from across the room. He’s “talking” to Michael, or more ignoring him while Michael talks at him.

He’s sitting on the couch, legs spread wide with a beer in his hand as he rests his elbows on his knees and stares at you as you talk to Wade in the dining room. Trevor’s gaze rakes up your body, his dark eyes seeming more like he’s imagining what’s under your dress than actually looking at you. You let out a soft scoff, giving Trevor a subtle smirk and little roll of your eyes.

Your need for him is getting harder to ignore.

“Hey, Wade? Sorry to cut you off, but I’m gonna head to the bathroom. Alright?” you speak up, giving Wade’s shoulder a little squeeze as you shoot him an apologetic smile and skirt off to the bathroom upstairs. You just need a moment to breathe, to collect yourself, to focus on anything other than that smarmy grin and those dark, piercing eyes scanning your every move from across the room. You’re at the top of the stairs, about to head down the hall to the bathroom when strong arms wrap around your waist and warm, whiskey scented breath tickles against your ear.

“And where do ya think you're goin’, sugar?”

You choke back a gasp, grasping onto Trevor’s forearm and forcing your pounding heart to settle. Teeth nip at your exposed shoulder and large, calloused hands slide down your body and rest on your hips. You feel a little unsteady from the sudden movement, but you steady yourself against Trevor. His touch is like fire through your veins, making you crave more.

"Where do you think I'm going, T?" you ask breathlessly, arching into him. "Where do you want me to go?" you utter with a teasing grin.

Trevor pulls you closer, his erection pressing against your leg, and leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want you right here, sugar." he purrs darkly, his gaze darting up to the mistletoe strung up throughout the hallway. You bite back a giggle, pressing back against him as you realize what it is he’s wanting, “Go on then.. Kiss me, Trev.”

He spins you around, pinning you against the wall, and kisses you roughly, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tangling with yours. His free hand reaches up, tugs at your hair to pull you closer. The heat of his body presses against yours, and you can feel the hardness of his erection through your dress. As the kiss deepens, he slides a hand down between your legs, cupping you through your panties. You gasp into his mouth, arching your back as he expertly finds your clit. You feel the pressure building inside you, your body tightening with need.

"Trevor..." you whisper, your voice hoarse from desire.

He breaks the kiss, his gaze netting yours with a predatory glint in his eyes, and a wicked smile curves his lips. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, then leans in to kiss you again.

His hand between your legs moves faster, and you can feel the wetness soaking the fabric of your underwear. You arch your back, pressing yourself against his hand, needing more. You can feel his cock, hot and hard against your thigh, and you want him inside you. Now.

Trevor steps back, breaking the contact, and you whimper in frustration. "Come with me," he says, his voice rough with desire. He takes your hand and leads you down the hall, toward Michael’s room.

Once inside the room, he locks the door, then turns to you. His gaze travels over your body, taking in your form fitting dress, the way your breasts are pushed up and barely contained by the lace bra, the smooth expanse of your exposed skin, the lust in your eyes. He reaches out, dragging his rough fingers through your hair. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he breathes. He steps closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "And I want you. Right here, right now. But first..." He slides a hand up your back, and with practiced ease, unzips your dress, sliding it off your shoulders and down your body. Your breasts are finally free, the lace of your bra the only thing keeping them hidden. His hands cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra, kneading and squeezing, and you moan softly.

"Fuck, Trevor," you breathe, arching your back, wanting more.

His eyes are dark and intense, and you can feel the heat of his desire. With one swift movement, he yanks down your bra, releasing your breasts from their confines. "There," he says, leaning down to take one nipple into his mouth. "Good girl."

His tongue swirls around your sensitive bud, teasing and tormenting. His other hand slides down your body, hooking into the band of your underwear. With a firm tug, he pulls them down your hips and off, leaving you completely bare. "God, you're so wet," he murmurs, his fingers slipping against you and finding the slick heat that awaits him. His touch is gentle, teasing, as he circles your clit with the pad of his index finger.

You arch your back, trying to muffle your moans. The sensation is so intense, you feel like you could explode. "Please, Trevor," you whimper, your voice shaky with need. "I need you." And with a stern order, Trevor nods to the bed with a devilish smirk on his lips, “Lay down.”

He straightens up, reaching for his belt. In a fluid movement, he unbuckles it, unbuttons his pants, and pushes them and his underwear down his hips. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing. He crawls onto the bed, lowering himself on top of you. His hot skin presses against yours, and he guides his cock to your entrance.

"Are you ready for me, sugar?" he whispers, his breath hot against your neck. You nod frantically, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Then take me," he growls, and with one powerful thrust, he's inside you.

He groans, burying his face in your neck as his cock stretches you, filling you completely. You gasp at the feeling of being so full, so claimed. Your nails scrape down his back, urging him to move.

He begins to move, his hips sliding against yours in a steady rhythm. His cock feels incredible inside you, and with each thrust, you feel him getting deeper, closer. His scarred hand cups your breast, massaging and pinching your nipple, and you arch your back, meeting his movements with your own.

The sounds of your bodies moving together fills the room, thankfully mingling your moans with the sounds of the party downstairs. Trevor's breath is hot against your ear, his words whispered in a rough growl. "You feel so good, sugar!” he whines. "You're so fuckin’ perfect."

His hips move faster, driving deeper inside you until you can feel the bed creaking from his force, and you arch your back in response, meeting his thrusts with equal desperation. The sensation is overwhelming, the heat between your legs building rapidly, threatening to consume you.

"Trevor," you whine, your voice shaking with desire. "I'm close!"

He groans, his fingers digging into your hips. "So am I!" He picks up the pace, his cock driving in and out of you in a frenzy. You feel the familiar tension building deep in your core, and with one final, powerful thrust, you're overcome with pleasure. Your body tightens around him, gripping his cock as your orgasm washes over you in waves.

"Ahh fuck!" you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Trevor! Oh my god!"

He growls, thrusting hard one final time as he follows you over the edge, his body tense and shuddering as he releases himself into you. Your combined moans fill the room, mingling with the sounds of the party downstairs as if they're the only two people in the world.

He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His weight feels impossibly smothering, but you welcome it, craving the feel of his skin against yours. His hot breath fans across your neck, and his hands roam possessively over your body, tracing patterns on your skin that make your heart race and your blood tingle.

"Fuck," he whispers, finally finding the air to speak. "That was-... I needed that after you were fuckin’ teasin’ me and shit all damn night.."

You smile up at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Me? Tease you? No way, Trev." you giggle softly.

He rolls off you, his softening cock slipping free from your body with a wet squelch. You feel a pang of loss as he slips out of you, but you're too overwhelmed by the afterglow to dwell on it for long. He lies beside you, propped up on one elbow, watching you with a mix of lust and affection.

"You're incredible, angel.." he says, running a hand through your hair. "I can't get enough of you."

You feel a blush creep up your neck and into your cheeks, but you don't look away. "I love you, T." you sigh, tracing a finger along his jawline, “I dunno about you but-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, deep and possessive. "Me too, sugar. Wanna get outta here?” he snickers, dragging his fingers through your hair.

“Let’s go! Just gimme a minute to clean up, and-“

The doorknob jiggles suddenly, clanking and rattling as the door shakes. “What the fuck?..” you hear muttering through the door, and your heart nearly stops. “Oh fuck no… T, you had better not be in my fuckin’ room!” Michael shouts, knocking loudly as you and Trevor scramble to pull on your clothes.

“Calm your tits, porkchop! It’s not like this bed has seen any action from you and Mandy lately anyways!” Trevor teasingly jeers as he pulls his pants back up his hips- graciously waiting for you to pull on your dress before pulling open the door and smirking at Michael.

“I should kick your ass! You’re lucky Amanda didn’t fucking find you! Gross…” Michael hisses, shoving Trevor out the door and refusing to make eye contact with you as a bright blush dusts his cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Don’t worry! We were goin’ anyways!” Trevor snickers, giving Michael a flippant wave as he struts off toward the stairs.

“Thanks for inviting us, Michael..” you mutter awkwardly, still unable and unwilling to look him in the eyes as you stagger slightly to catch up with Trevor.

“Yeah, Mikey! We had a great time!” Trevor cackles, shooting Michael a wink and leading you down the stairs- leaving a flustered, disgusted Michael in his wake.

He’d have to change those sheets before Amanda noticed.

[shdwtouch]

MUN MONDAY: GETTING TO KNOW YOU

Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better!

ROLEPLAYER NAME: my alias is Puffin, folks can call me Selkie tho. both work, I use both, so I'm not particularly picky either way ! whichever folks prefer.

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: anything ! they/she/he, though I default to she/they.

MUSE NAME: I've got two kiddos, Shade and Kaey ! Kaey is my older muse, I've been writing him since 2012, while Shade is a newer edition to my collection of ocs. I love them both, they're both my literal children at this point.

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: Discord please ! tumblr IMs are just... I lose track of them very easily, probably because they're not like. right in front of me / always where I can see them. whereas in Discord I can keep track of folks and conversations much easier. in general, I just feel more comfortable discussing via Discord. its also good for roleplay, if folks are okay with that ! but yeah, Discord all the way.

EXPERIENCE: I have been roleplaying since I was... I literally just confirmed, at least 10 years old. I started out on forums. ever heard of Chicken Smoothie ? its a pet adoptable website, and where I really got into roleplay. from there I was introduced to tumblr by a friend, discovered tumblr rp, and... I've been here ever since. that was back in 2012; I was just about to turn 13, and I'm currently just about to turn 25, so. I've been here awhile. been writing and roleplaying for over half my life at this point.

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: I'm partial to casual discussion style roleplay, but I also really love just. writing. so. it may take some time to get me in the proper headspace to sit down and write, but its always satisfying to be able to. however, casual discussion style is more accessible, definitely. just easier and quicker. but I will always value writing and reading solid threads, solid interactions. seeing it come together, getting excited about it... its what I love about roleplay, and I wouldn't trade it for anything, even if other things are easier or faster. nothing good comes easy, or so they say, right ? idk. I'm old-fashioned I guess.

PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS: oof, lets see. immediate dealbreakers: no trigger or nsfw tags (especially if there is nothing that says there won't be; I can understand some blogs preferring not to tag if its standard content), no rules or about, posting callouts and witch hunting behavior (ESPECIALLY if its just interpersonal or petty grievances, I have ZERO tolerance for this). pet peeves... I'm pretty chill. just treat me with respect, communicate with me like an adult, and we'll be fine.

PLOTS OR MEMES: yes ? but like, logically speaking... memes are more likely to happen with me than plots, cuz I'm slow and struggle with that kind of pressure. so memes are probably the best way, yeah. but low / no pressure casual discussion ? vibing until we figure something out ? sign me the fuck up !

LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: another yes. it really depends, I feel like I fall somewhere in the middle. a couple short paragraphs is my default, but I know for some folks thats considered long, and for others still short. so. I'm dynamic. I'll admit that I'm wordy, I like fleshing out interactions with thoughts and actions when I can, so I would say I'm probably more inclined to long style. I know I've started a few short dialogue threads then ended up getting 1+ paragraph responses, so. but I also don't expect my partners to match length ! idc if other people write short replies, so long as I have something to build off of. "yes, and" rules and all that !

BEST TIME TO WRITE: when the world is dark and sleeping. or when the moon aligns with my medication and energy levels. so... mostly at night. I get a lot of stuff done in the dark of night; I don't feel like I'm being perceived by my family so I feel free to move around and do more tbh. less distractions, too.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: yes. not intentionally, but yes. Shade moreso than Kaey, but Kaey and I still have similarities. I think most writers bleed into their work somehow, and I don't think its something to be ashamed of. for me its. I write and create to cope, right ? so having characters I can relate to, that I can see myself in, helps me... feel better about things. like, if Shade and Kaey can do stuff then I can to ! plus, I won't lie, seeing myself in my muses also helps for introspection. I genuinely feel like I've been able to become a better person by acknowledging my similarities and learning from them, whether through interaction or otherwise. and, of course, the reverse is also true: I learn a lot about Kaey and Shade by exploring my own identity and perspective and how I interact with the world and others.

tagged by: no one, I stole it tagging: @triinitas @anishael @starlixir @asangel @p-aladin @bloodyarn @bloodtwin @elliscousland @kurjaks @never-surrender

[2thingscanbetrue]

2 THINGS CAN BE TRUE (LYRIC BOOK)

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SIDE A: PRXTTY 1) XGLY 2) BXCK XN 15TH 3) GRXWXNG PXXNS (feat. Paris Jane, KrisSoap & Chris Barnett) *4) TRXNA (feat. Vellum Bristol) 5) GXXD (feat. logan.jpg, Madi Laughlin, Keo, Paris Jane & Morgan Alexis) 6) PLXXN HXNDKXRCHXXFS 7) WXXT (feat. FAT MAMA & Vellum Bristol) 8) GXLD (AN ODE TO THE NORTH $IDE) 9) PRXTTY

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XGLY

one time in middle school this white girl named kacee called me ugly...she a crackhead now bitch where? i never seen ugly in my life, they tried to play me left cuz i didn't have the nikes, blue 32 but we wasn't yellin hike > & they stayed in my dad's trunk for a hunnid nights, ADHD in the hall i'm dancing, mr. mammoth ask if i want them fancies, everybody in the teacher's lounge is laughing, meanwhile i'm at the crib gettin my ass beat, ran to plainview one day, i did the track meet > soundtrack dave hollister & blackstreet, light blue shorts on, a nigga was matching, nothing but a beater & a napsack ask me, where i'm headed...ion't know > anywhere but here, where do i go? had headphones but they didn't relax me, pop had me fearin that the villians would catch me, every single time i would sit in the backseat, i be in my mind till a nigga attack me, the shit ugly but we keepin it handsome, lewis hubbard's favorite grandson helllll yeahhhhhhhhhhh >

when a nigga flip the script in yo face (it can get ugly 2x) when the chips is down and them niggas get gone w/o a trace (it can get ugly 2x)

when all you need is a shot but it's easier to keep you down (it can get ugly 2x)

couldn't prove it before, but everybody know about it now (it can get ugly 2x)

dumb ass niggas left to fend for themselves, see 6ix9ine, free YSL, never been down with a bullet in ya crown > so ya can't see how you'd ever need clientele > so yeah, i wire never been on me for my intel > but every time i'm in jail i get bail, the coins is different, & i'm harvey dent if i get tails > these niggas don't really know what life entails > on a cold wichita knight all i got is L's > niggas say life's a bitch? well shit i couldn't tell > stare blank at the black screen & pray they couldn't tell, where tf were you niggas when they needed help? > always wanna wear the pants when niggas needed belts > you'll hold it in ya hands just to give a nigga welts > always prayin for the juice GOD give a nigga welch > GOD give a nigga wealth right? nah, give a nigga SELF (don't nobody wanna hear that bullshit man!)

when a nigga flip the script in yo face (it can get ugly 2x) when the chips is down and them niggas get gone w/o a trace (it can get ugly 2x)

when all you need is a shot but it's easier to keep you down (it can get ugly 2x)

couldn't prove it before, but everybody know about it now (it can get ugly 2x)

i guess it ain't cold if the carots ain't froze, since when should my black thoughts be jack frost? when niggas say it's cars, clothes, money & hoes, i just look at em like "you hit it on the nose!" > that's all that these niggas want, get it on the poles! "get it on the flo, get it on the flo" pancake, chicken noodle soup on the stove, Boo tellin me deandre over hov > & to this fuckin day (deontay) on my soullllllll > i play that shit like it just came out, said it before, real shit don't play out, been there before, laid on the floor wantin my head banged out > still never once strayed from the course > and one day we gonna make our way out, the shit ugly but we keepin it handome, annie hubbard's favorite grandson hellllll yeahhhhhhhhhhh

when a nigga flip the script in yo face (it can get ugly 2x) when the chips is down and them niggas get gone w/o a trace (it can get ugly 2x)

when all you need is a shot but it's easier to keep you down (it can get ugly 2x)

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BXCK XN 15TH

it was always raised eyebrows whenever eye'd lash out told to keep my nose down not even cracked smiles i flipped the whole classroom around w/ my blackouts took four police officers fore i'd tap out nigga i ain't never duct nothing my eyes wide shut cept for prima at the bar when them guys lined up i just wanna be left alone, this nigga wanna fight > and it's prolly cuz he feel like niggas left him alone > and we did, you niggas is cheeks, and i got tired of turning mine, my back on the street face to the sky, labeled a thief no one believing the lie, we all know you was just cap thru ya teeth, only niggas who had yo back on 15th, rhyming like i'm back on 15th...

you told niggas you'd keep me off every stage in the city then proceeded to stay off every stage in the city, you ain't really known for shit in the city, when i say yo name it's just who's like a a grinch in the city, don't ever talk like you gon get me pinched in the city, it's lies, the scent and it's shitty please be advised, you played me like a fool and looked me between the eyes, then tried to play it off like you the one who survived all them late nights workin this like 9-5 > bustin live other side butterflies shuck and jive yhm folded who needed to come alive, and the whole time tryna give niggas my number 9 > it's cool tho, niggas is cujo, but i ain't finna run and hide > and the truth gon always come in time, i never claimed it tough but you ain't never sonnin mine nigga,

this is word to charlie mae rippin they lash out 4 in the morning when a nigga would crash out cooler and cookies i made a million in that house mice w/ no heat shit felt like a trap house nigga tried to scam us so we armed it to blast out said electric bill when it really was taxes patience is a skill right? we waited for that shit tried to intimidate when we was on rap shit, writing messages on windows > nervous of the crescendo, knocked my dad out and thought me and you would be ten toes 😂 y'all niggas smoking crack on 15th videos look like y'all back on 15th bet y'all wish y'all had a nigga back on 15th... i ain't spoke to tez since back on 15th tell em how yo cousin beat yo ass on 15th nigga

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GRXWXNG PXXNS (feat. Paris Jane, KrisSoap & Chris Barnett) (paris jane)

Complicated tough love runs down the lineage Any form of self love Sent on a pilgrimage Tried to find refuge In people much Less like you Come to find I couldn’t get past the residue And now it’s like Paris Jane think she better than us Nah you just think I’m better than you In actuality Ain’t That what Im supposed to do? Been scrapping barrel bottoms Ain’t a come up long overdue? But I gotta stay close under your thumb right? Can’t find myself runnin too Far past ya limelight. Just an extension of who you are I guess Then you cuss me out When I say I want some respect I can’t accept No more of you projections Acting like it’s a form of protection And i know i can’t blame you for the Mess we in But by now I feel like it ain’t a Question

You should grow up Still hurting from all the day I wished your love would  Show up And when i started speakin for myself you fake Choke up Never understood that you hate how I Turnt out Tried to find my value in work Now I’m burnt out I pay my own bills and seem to always make it Work out No matter how solid the argument You ain’t Own up Mad at what you can’t control You should grow up. You really need to grow up

(marrice anthony)

i been everything under the sun but great > crumbling under the pressure blowing my lungs to say > fuck it, and now we at over a hunnid days with nothin, that picture of you holding me up collecting dust, still haven't talked cuz ain't much to discuss > you got numbers like i do, i ain't got shit but pressed buttons & haiku's, how is we rivals, bitch i'm in high school, bringing down something that was living inside you, now my daughter 7 and her daddy is like you, exited couldn't handle it but was prideful, had it up to here with the extra shit > when she ask why i ain't thug it instead of leavin i tried to > demand,

she gon grow up hating me baby i understand > fuck txny being man enough baby i'm not a man, say it in a letter to me, & i hope one day you grow up to be better than me > cuz i'm to up, still tryna keep shit tall but can't grow up, just wanna rest my head but can't slow up, somebody stop this train it can't hold up, all a nigga had was one job and i blew it, i can't say i knew it but a nigga kinda knew it, now instead of facing all my problems i'ma roll up > today was kinda hard, give that shit to God > or whatever for tmrw, nigga you needa grow up,

(krissoap)

Shit you do, I could never… .. I’m lyin’

Ain’t get my shit together…..

I’m tryin’

I used to let y’all irk me,, Now, I don’t really mind it.

I’ll only front like I’m at peace until I really find it.

I hold some principles I keep pretty simple Like, Whatever situation rent or Mortgage I’m into.

If you come up on my property Alarming my kinfolk, Yo dumbass gon have to pardon me discharging my pistol.

Up is always up Side-to-side is always side-to-side, no matter How you skew it or what portions you divide it by.

Pops and I a lot alike, Tho I’m not tryna ride a bike My son got my support, Whatever way to go he might decide.

miss me w/ the hypotheticals That might arrive.

Agree to disagree when shit Can’t be seen, Eye-to-eye. As far as petty preference shit?? Gotta leave it nappy,

If you caught up w/ some evidence,

Holla @ ya pappy.

Now l try not to show it.

I Keep scrapin by, I’m  livin Check-to-check, it’s bogus

Opt to swap the focus. Cus shit done got redundant All this going through the motions, Got me down with my emotions. But To hell dat Emo shit.

Ima hold ya mama down As long as she devoted.

Ima put the effort in to raise you. You da motive.

You my son. You da homie. You just two, So you don’t know much

But ima watch you grow up Days why tf I show up

(chris barnett)

Never tried to be father of the year. Never thought that The Huxtables we're real. I only wanted to ensure that my children would never say that their father wasn't there.

My grandfather was my only example. Perfection, in my eyes, I could never amount to. 4 kids and I don't know what I'd do with you. We ain't perfect parents. Still tryna figure it out, too. More questions than answers. I ain't talking bout kids. That's for the parents. I ain't grow up in the world that they live and that's apparent So if I can't bring my kids the solution, I'll bring the effort. There's a lesson in love. I love the lesson. Our kids teach us so much but we miss the message. One thing that life taught us Is the greatest men are also active fathers.

And I'm just steady learning. Ways that I thought we're effective just isn't working. So I change up my approach cause they deserve it. Will I ever be perfect? Absolutely not. But I'ma give it everything I got And honestly, I may never get it right. There ain't no GPS for navigating life. Try to be patient with me. If something is wrong then we gon work it out as a team. Love.

*TRXNA (feat. Vellum Bristol)

TRXNA

now this is a story about how > my abusive stepmother got punched in the mouth, he shouldn't have hit her shit i ain't cappin bout it, but she treated me like shit so i was happy bout it, half the summers i would visit, i'd be in a cage > on punishment every day she loving me under foot > and i'm always lookin for marvin to whisk me away,\ liberation delayed, unexplainable rage > them ridgewood walls heard niggas argue every day, wonder what went awry, honeymoon hit the gate > no longer husband and wife more like angry roommates, would look at that lil rifle and dream of the day, only for a couple summers they would need me to wait, don't remember the year but it's like it was yesterday when yellin sprayed from front door all the way > to the bedroom, hearing expletives over marrie's oxygen tank, marvin called her a slut, i'm like "that's not cool" > she said "yep suckin and fuckin just like you", can't hear johnny tsunami, over mommy and papí, hurling insults and jumpin octaves > point of reference, one day i'm just doing my bid, tally marks on the wall, seriously i'm a kid, trxna walks by like "you done w/ this shit? clean the bathroom we'll act like this doesn't exist" i jump up out the bed, swirling around my head > all the episodes of batman beyond i've prolly missed > Levar in the other room w/ my sisters kickin it strong, up until this day i just sitting here alone so shit i'm hummin s club as i scrub the sink and, mother sneaks in like "are you singing?" i'm like yeah, and do you know what she did? told me cuz of that i was back on punishment, i'm two feet tall i was helpless and shit whack, so now i'm countin on marvin to get me my lick back >we switch back,

now they in the kitchen center of attention > trippin gettin intense and from a distance > we hear, they around the corner so it's only jeers, symone never seen this before so she in tears, monét got her face at the door the shit is fear, these niggas didn't know they parents and it was CLEAR, nobody figured how this incident would go, hand on his neck and she stepped on his foot tho > she 6'4" he 5'7" he couldn't have that, told her he would count before he turned it to mad max > flashback,

trxna's sprite just disappeared > house rules no soda less it's right before bed, house rules after dinner it's that or ice cream instead > and house rules don't ask who did it marrice did > so i'm behind the front door just doing my biddd > facing the wall a couple hours of this, my dad walks in almost hits me w/ the shit > turns to trina like "wtf this lil nigga did?" > she like "drank my sprite" he, looks back at me then her, then back at me > like, "nigga that was me!" she go oh my bad and send me back to my room > "my bad? bitch you owe me bout a hundred afternoons" seething! couldn't wait to send that bitch to her doom > STOP BREATHING, you gon be meeting the devil soon > and BOOM,

my dad's counting "get offa me trxna" she still talking, marvin: "get offa me trxna" > still barking, "one more time, get offa me trxna" > she kept scoffin and seemingly squeezing harder, then all of a sudden, the countdown ended then thud, marvin damn near knocked trxna out her scrubs, flew into the wall w/ her mouth drippin blood, she hit the bedroom and we knew what it was > and that's prolly why it took me so long to dip,| as a child retribution was hard to get > sorta like compliments > i ain't really understand it fully, i just know that my dad took down my biggest bully > after that everybody went to jail, trxna got out first she was done, i could tell, judge gave her the house for a week, my dad took me and we OUT, 9th and grove grandma house >

and that's it, i been tryna think of morals to this story > but the more i try to form it it feels forced, it isn't just to shit talk this memory's important, put it on wax cuz i didn't have the chance > to say this fore you passed > and i'm torn cuz niggas is sad, your kids are shattered here w/o you missing you bad > so on one end i prolly could leave this in the past, but on the other end it happened fuck if niggas is mad, just be thankful that i'm gifted with gab, keep in mind some years later had to fend off a lynch with a stab imagine dealing with this shit then forced to listen in class, so when i think of your mouth shining crimson i laugh, i don't condone violence against women but i must > say that that one day i liked it > and i ain't even want you to hurt you had to vibe us, push us to the side cuz wasn't room in the five > well now niggas is live wit a story that's all about how > my abusive stepmother got punched in the mouth > never forget that image of you slumped on the ground > hoping you finally felt the way i felt on the ground > with your foot on my back, you could never let me out > living hell back-to-back with the devil in my house, my dad's a piece of shit for that i'm leveled with it now > but at the same time i'm glad he took you down, 2 things can be true,

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GXXD (feat. logan.jpg, Madi Laughlin, Keo, Paris Jane, Morgan Alexis)

GXXD

i've tried everything, kept it calm when you were meddling > stalled on ever making them calls it never meant a thing, made a pause for niggas never involved, but when it came to us being dawgs > my phone didn't ring, what's the problem if it isn't me? thought we started talkin explicitly? i thought we'd open our hearts so we could to keep it peace? when really i give you my heart for you to keep a piece so in response i, give you the italy, STEP, giving space for the rememory, WRECKED, that's why i keep shit outta the songs i sketch, cuz these niggas treat it as simile > when really it is the centerpiece, the reason i'm still fighting to find this inner peace, and for a second i started to think it's in a piece, i gave you way more rope than i should > you left me laying there flat on my face, i'm good

we good

new heart new mind new life who dis, fallback champion baby i do this, throw a block party for y'all put you behind a wall > everything after that is shrugs and dubbed calls > tried everything, begged and copped pleas > unsettling, how i'm on my knees > and all fingers pointin down on me, not a woe but whoa > w/ all fingers you could count on me! bloodsucking like the count on me, either that or niggas playing like my daddy > spared the rod on me > on God on me, i was rock bottom w/ the rocks on feet, and you gon still say it's all on me, yeah, i won't even get hood on y'all i coulda, knocked you down and stood on y'all > but the best revenge is no revenge > the door is hinged, disrespectfully i'm good on y'all, i'm good,

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PLAIN HANDKERCHIEFS

i been opressed before i made a fist, thought my daddy was evil til he showed me his plain handkerchief, slavin on a hot stove while these niggas beggin me for ladle sips, everything was lit when it was bars over cadences, she don't know what the difference between rich & famous is > and i'm frustrated tryna explain the shit, you can keep the looks long as it look right where the changes sit, it don't even sound right how you niggas is phrasin it,

permanent marker, since you niggas like erasin shit, i know to the naked eye i prolly look like baphomet > and i'ma keep sayin it, you a undercard givin underhanded compliments, we just spinnin wheels till we clickin like the consonants, baby i just dominate that's how i show my dominance, still ain't got no time to die i know you niggas clockin it, heart can't ever regulate, beatin on that section 8,

raps look like essays, never have a weak day they start to call me tesfaye, and plus i'm short so i never trip on leg space, on my bitch's sunny side turnin down them egg whites, strong in my calcium, black woman breast fed, you can't get no soul from no muthafuckin website, i be in the clouds while you niggas like a test flight, press me on my dash & it's lit up like them check lights, fuck around & find out pussy this ain't sex ed, gave them niggas green lights got turned around & left read, steady tryna turn this negative into a positive, had to quit my day job & dealt with the consequence, workin out the kinks so i guess it's what you label it, never sober always out the way, what i make of it, for the last year i just been lowering my tolerance > they kicked it till they couldn't then they backed out like rhonda did, shootin for the stars until the moon feel like commonplace, i been on the road with my soul in a briefcase, i'da told diddy suck my dick on that cheesecake, i been on the grind do yo muthafuckin research, even if i fell i got up like i'm t-top,

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WXXT (feat. FAT MAMA & Vellum Bristol)

settle down, gotta bring my power level down, pick up the pot and put the kettle down,, my false starts had full stops, had to lay my head on level ground,

what do it mean when your words don't mean much, i been like a fiend, and shit been serene until it steamed up, tryna keep it a bean and clean cut but seems we at the seams tough i can't believe much,

that's all i'm tryna say, all i'm tryna, all i'm tryna say, i'm mad right now but i'ma stay,

harsh words don't soothe me much, act like i'ma leave but that's tubi, you do me how you do me, and truly, scoop me up, even when i'm parked at goofy, where tf you finna go, no other nigga had that smile as toothy, early in the morn w/ my jaw on bruce lee > you see sum that make you wan get fucked to sleep

all i'm tryna say, all i'm tryna, all i'm tryna say, i'm mad right now but i'ma stay,

dis ain't nothing i want, screaming at the phone, tryna act cheese while she's w/ nothin on, capiche she unleash the beast it's sum strong, flesh it out please believe i want it strong, but i ain't got the beats when grief's up in the home, believe me at least you see it's not for long peach i'ma beat but first i need it right, big ole prrr not curbing it for life, hurt has resurfaced first let's make it good, i ain't just into coolin it for the night, we just yelled at each other until you cried, sorry if i'm not concerned w/ laying pipe,

all i'm tryna say, all i'm tryna, that's all i'm tryna say, if it's whack rn then i'ma wait,

(FAT MAMA)

is it me, if i was there would you kiss me, is it me, if i was there,

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GXLD (AN ODE TO THE NORTH $IDE)

feeling like, fab & lil mo back in 03, > like we hit roll bounce for the soul tie, back when the thirst traps was in lofi, had me buggin on the gram wit it OD, i was tryna be the nigga with the most likes, at ya crib but ya mama didn't know me, one day go inside when ya folks slide, tho you couldn't keep quiet it was lowkey > madison, right up the, street from grove, white impala but it ain't 4 4's, most won't but my bitch gon go, damn they don't make em like this no mo, she don't give a damn that my wrist don't glow > that my hair ain't combed that my ribs don't show, cuz her nigga ain't worth shit so she like, long as i ain't gotta deal with this no mo and i got ya,

wait up, i gotta get my weight up, this gon make up for all of em them hours that you stayed up > and when i do, i choose you, like you chose me, i choose you, like you chose me,

feeling like, kid n play with the top fades, just when we stop worryin bout top 8s, i was linkin with a shorty with the box braids, over at mcadams by the bypass, she was cooler than the girls up in my class, i banged lupe & they ain't really like that, she was up on the science of the wu-tangs, show me poems that she wrote just to proof read,, but she didn't stay on the block > so them days without her felt grey on the block, wind didn't hit the same way on the porch > with them long ass legs in the way of it > AM to PM, even still today i be banking to see em > just prayin for a meet up, mighta moved around to the other side of town after while > but i always remained your vegeta, you know it right

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PRXTTY

PRXTTY

it ain't pretty, whatever you think i am i ain't nigga, i don't even speak to fam we ain't cordial, way too much time i've spent, can't afford it, we ain't even entering into the same portals, you can see my side or not i can't force you, you ain't gotta cap my nigga it ain't for you, if i talk about you it's prolly cuz you was hatin, i don't got the mental to be frontin on no basic, saying the same shit, i got a life dawg, you got a side bitch, i got a wife dawg, you just a timestamp, get with the times dawg,,

it ain't pretty, coulda took my daddy out this bitch with that knife dawg, nigga kept beatin on my scalp on some bullshit, socked me out my mufuckin shirt at the bus stop, told me somebody always gonna control you, how ya own pop the first time you been gut punched, i be in my room dawg i ain't even do shit, father figures busta rhymes lu & q tip, ye jigga slaughterhouse nas & dilla dawg, niggas hit the superman i couldn't get wit y'all,, devon turned my song off in weights class, turned around & shit his basketball shorts in the hall, niggas couldn't take that i was flowing they hate that, now every time my shit drop i think of dawg,,

boy it ain't pretty, pops said somebody always gonna control you, i ain't felt controlled since sittin in home room, you from a place where yo children should owe you, wtf you mean dawg i don't wanna be here, fuck them high standards you be having me held to, FOR THE LAST FUCKIN TIME I HATE FOOTBALL, tellin everybody it's i don't wanna get hit, WHEN THE FUCK HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ME PLAY FOOTBALL, rap city 106 & park on the big screen, rocsi & julissa look good but i miss free, i know more jay-z verses than bible ones, couldn't even tell you who the last winning title was,,

nigga it ain't pretty, on the real y'all why our parents ain't fuck with us? never show us love but they tell us to toughen up, niggas bragging in they raps how they ain't got friends, yeah cuz the way you was livin done fucked you up, till you get some therapy and weed it will not end, yeah i smoke now i really used to be straight edge, life started lifing and a nigga said FUCK THAT, me and my baby mama ain't been on good terms, but she got me my first pack bitch i love you, michael took the kids and he put you on payments, bet you glad now that i shot him the fade huh? ya mama prolly chatting like it was my fault > well i ain't on the birth certificate, so SHUT UP, heard about them motions & you told niggas tough luck, till these niggas get it i'll be missing you butt head,,

it ain't pretty, i ain't punch this nigga to be daddy on weekends, this enough to put my fuckin neck in slipknot, i can't get my daughter so i'm fathering hip hop,,

nigga it ain't pretty,,

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side b: so yeah...now we don't talk 1) fuck you too! 2) two weeks 3) l&f (feat. Tangerine) 4) JAM!!! 5) sofia rose//2ND PLACE 6) my last song 7) ily 8) gn3 9) h&f (feat. Tangerine) *10) GET YOURS!!! *11) WICHITA!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

fuck you too!

fuck you too

some things be needed but prolonged, i already gave you the singing and slow songs, but how i'm sposed to see you & greet you with both arms, when you got alla that & ion't mean you no harm, even when it's dark out i give you my best, if it's outta pocket i'ma hold it to the chest, cuz i know you don't like, critique, and i know you won't bite so it's me, toxic but i'm like adjustments is key, the roughness is just the mystique, once you're accustomed you'll see, that Mother is struggling with things > and it must be you, but then i'm like...

if it's fuck me, then it's fuck you

don't trip you did it so don't start, you can stop feeding me bullshit go starve, i done hit the tipping point, it's yo cause, and if the fall break me in half it's yo cost, stupid, piece me back, go ahead push me off just to need me back, couple weeks then we relapse, then repeat, on my leash you feed me scraps > toxic but i'm like adjustments is key, the roughness is just the week, but then i'm like,

fuck you too,

huh, this nigga did, every single thing to make this nigga dip, jumpin on the scalp like this nigga wig, need to be mad at what this nigga did, every single day it don't stop,, start to make a nigga go sick in the head, keep the harsh shit to my thoughts,, so know that i'ma call you a bitch in my head > speak freely, used to think forever was a thing now a nigga on the fence like feeny, can't be both iron man and mcdreamy specially for a bitch who hate making things easy, i just need weed sad songs and a lil sangria, blockin out the world with my mufuckin feet up, AH, since the lot don't care, i'ma just go fuck off somewhere, i'm talkin no service on a boat, i just need to be somewhere and not somewhere, but you gon turn that river to a moat, and remind me that i ain't really got nowhere,, you got me by the throat, i keep saying if it's fuck me it's fuck you too > all them words you been throwing out cut like a knife > keep playing one day i'ma cut you loose,

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two weeks

you been on my mind erday, i just can't rewind enough times in a day > without frying the tape, i been tryna find why the Guy in the sky > would align us to skate, prior to __ the prime was escape, i wasn't hiding or trying to cake, shyly replied to a "hey", after a night i was like i done found me a bae, privately dying to say, this too good to be true and, pardon the enter-rusion, i'm under the influence of you and, i'm mostly likely to ruin > so sure you're not an illusion? > i'm fluent in rejection and i'm > worried bout feeling stupid, nothing at all, took me on a date lil something to drink > they had me stumbling and wantin to fall > twirling my hair in my hand > had me feeling like we the only ones in the bar, drunk in lyft junkin the car, hit the crib in a jiff it was tongue and a bra, 2 am they was hittin they man > but we was lunchin tmrw, couple dates it was great then it fuckin dissolved, left me irate wondering the cause like,

dag, that hit me where it hurt baby i won't act, i know i'm not the best but am i so bad, i thought we had a thang how can i go back, only been two weeks why am i so sad?

so what happened thought we was feelin some magic? don't know how this thing goes am i out of practice? so i'm askin i'm askin is it it or me? at least then i can sit or sleep and it's only been two whole weeks > so i can't rely on our history > and ion't even know what to say now, room got quiet for the breakdown, niggas wanna know what happened, i'm like you gotta ask them, had a nigga feelin like a rebound, couldn't even catch it on the back end, had me on the floor with the madness, so ion't even know if i can reach out, ion't even know...

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l&f (ft. Tangerine)

it's hard right now, ion't really wanna talk right now, small dog light bark right now> is you crying? lie me out to chalk right now > senses heightened, scrambling for a thought right now, & i thought i was a bison, heavy to the ground > now i'm lying on this mound hands tightened, right in, your lost and found...

wondering, why you got me doing all the guessing? chano said he ain't wanna write him a confessions > why is my development arrested > & why i can't imagine you invested > you told me you'd be straight up > but why i'm feelin slanted every second? on my way out but you had me intercepted, yeah, you had me in a second, round of applause, you had me in a mess with, my head down making thousands of calls like... wow, she gone? how? we was bound to the arm! in the ring shop browsing the jawns! now it's insom, nia denouncing the calm, i just wanna take you out like it's prom, but maybe it's too late for that > before i fade to black you'll be my channel orange,

but what i found is, what we founded, can't be lost, i'll pay the cost > you can count it, cuz when this hothead defrost > it's easier to get this shit across, but...it's hard right now, ion't really wanna talk right now > but even after all that i'ma be right here, cuz you all that i got right now,

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JAM!!!

i'll send out a message, don't need to hear back, if you put some distance, keep shit where you at, don't be running game just to try and run it back, jumping out the blue finna make a nigga black, shortness in this fuse i refuse to interact, 30 in my groove i'm just moving with some tact, but i ain't holdin shit and if you swing i'm swingin back, and you need it vertical then it can just be that, THAT'S A FACT

like damn, niggas really hate me bro i do not understand, if i say that i'm the best it's cuz that's what i am, no need to explain it we can come to understand, that your silence is dope to me, that shit is my jam,

i am not yo nigga, i do not play fakes, you put hands on women, i do not save face, we can keep it pigeon, you can play it safe, but if this shit go south we givin alabama shakes, this ain't dr. phil this ain't montell or ricki lake, bitch i said it and i meant it this is not up for debate, nigga show got canceled playing like commercial breaks, pussy we been onto you, you the one who late, YOU A PLATE,

OH DAMN, nigga tried to bait me musta forgot who i am, nun my niggas stingy even passed it to the fam, nigga tried to take a stand and got turned to a SCRAM, niggas put the beats on you and that shit was my jam,

yes, floss it if you bossin niggas besta come correct, word vomit got you with them faucets in yo neck, you was outta pocket and i put yo ass in check, THEN I KEPT ON BARKING CUZ I GIVE YOU NO RESPECT, niggas got it twisted shits don't even touch they neck, ______ this the sound of all the niggas at yo set, we movin the needle now, you niggas can jet, and say it to yo audience before you try to flex, man that shit look hot up there, you could use some fans, i ain't see nobody there, shoulda called the fam, them niggas talk down to me and forgot who i am > keith sweat track 11 nigga THAT SHIT IS MY--

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sofia rose//2ND PLACE

sofia rose all this back & forth keeping me on my toes, tension thicker than sofia rose, and here i am forgetting codes, all combos to stop from throwing bows > Mama wanna find ctrl but it ain't sos > more like, soshana, watching it burn, pocket the ash you got what you earned, all this theater for it to be bombed in the rows > the clock in my sock the shots at the do', we about to bring it all home,, put it by the bedside, you feel that fireball in yo chest on the left side? ain't no horizon in that, this is pride & you can have it i ain't fighting for that,,

__

set drama the lights not up,, admonish my best i'ma,, get gonna and let shit line up > i'm just tryna, find us, higher ground but, you'd rather be my hell on high water, kept it 5'2" and not an inch taller, must've found the heart of dumballa > the switch, overall shed light on you doll, yeah we family & that family made me rival you dawg > look like my mama so it's trauma at the site of you dawg it be ya own blood stumping out that family tree, cuz when the shit cut down it don't matter the rings, extended an olive branch it's like walking a tight rope, cuz one slip of a line and i fall in the street, look inward n word, accountability is hard to find, i'm sure you've had the thought a thousand times, but the crowd favorite never gotta compromise, saying dumb shit but people view you calm & wise, on your end i'm sure the story has been falsified, you had your take so how i'm wrong for mine? you got that monkey on ya back & then that mufucka started flying,

___

put ya hands on me out of emotion,, in this divide what is the quotient > got ya best friend stepping in, outspoken, might've been off but couldn't focus > all i know is you view me as a threat cuz i'm bigger than you, i'm not wrong & i refuse to be the villain for you, or stifle feelings to hit a low ceiling for truth > and all them cards & calls you sending isn't a truce > all this, verbal & mental abuse > college grad so it's malicious you being obtuse, i expect the world leave me out to cold but it's bold > when those you held down the ones who did it to you, all this back & forth keeping me on my toes, tension thicker than sofia rose, cuz in front of the lens it's one thing > but you know how it goes, if you know you know

my last song

can't let my 30's be the lot of my story, might have to debo God + ask what he got on my 40 > poorly handling every misstep skipped prep + floored it > my former, not at peace penalized + underfed, only decompression i ever got was a beat, so i rapped about rapping as far as the eye can see > i'm sane since thirteen i'm the same right? capiche > analyzed the whole crowd every time the pastor preach like, that man is abusive, rap hands still exclusive, can't stand on my two since, i'm a child > black hands on my noggin, sagged pants got suspension, feel like jail in this kitchen, every morning is tension, all my woes weren't mentioned, i just sat in my room, cries + pleads for attention, turned to sleep in detention, when i put it on my wall it wasn't cuz i was a teen, it was cuz i just wanted to be seen, but you never saw,

you loved your women, you loved your cars, you loved your brown cigarettes + medals for your cause, you left me in the hospital stitches + gauze,

+ honestly i ain't even that strong fr i'm just tryna make it back home fr, but if i don't get right, i think this might, fuck around + be my last song fr

all i wanted was my stereo + sneakers, all you wanted was appearances + features, all you talked about was war, 17 in the force, meanwhile i'm 15 staring at you while you speaking like, what are you saying to me? i'm not a parent but then apparently, neither are you, you wasn't ready for this + still you seeing it thru, just a house full of strangers your bedroom was a commute >

my only solace was compiling it in song, until you came along, i had a fuckin mountain, so now when, i think about the therapy you sent me to, white man little water fountain > i clown it because the truth, only therapy i wanted you would take from me, i still carry it around + it's aging me > the only boy in the blood + couldn't even get a hug > i just wanna know the reason why you hated me cuz,

you loved that navy, you love yo friends, you loved my mama, + i can't win, i see my future, + that shit spent, i ain't had it good since i was ten, that ain't even that long fr i just hope you miss me when i'm gone fr, cuz if i don't get right, i think this might, fuck around + be my last song fr

the young boul that you couldn't love, i'm good despite never being good enough, the young boul that you couldnl't love, you think it you but you shouldn't love, i'm sorry you wasn't good enough, but if you here then you good enough,

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ily

there's a reason why i don't call ever, to hear you talk about the fall weather, or jump states to cut cake > my whole life you felt like a pump fake like we ain't fam, playing favorites mocking me every day it seems + till this day you treat me like i'm a kid i just be asking you for help but you be giving me shit, eyes rolled like here we go same song + dance i know how to get a job i'm a grown ass man but in that vein i gotta thank you cuz your hurt helped me stand out, i never ask for a hand out i don't have much but i work hard for what i need & never give up, i fall just to get up, i'm tall in my spirit cuz in flesh you always cut me down i made peace w/ neglect on them cheyenne steps > w/ respect you suck highkey, but i just wanna say i love you, even tho i know you never liked me, i take mental snapshots of me seeing you ill then couple that w/ fond memories of cleaning your grill + mowing your lawn at 10, having to keep my head off the seat after a trim, looking at my uncle + the pain in his eyes like he's losing a friend, wanting to know why i ain't feel like him, the emotions cold then a flashback to 12 years old, when you i told me killed my mama now i know why you never put me first, even at your hearse i'm thrown in like "here nigga damn", watching my sister, + my cousin crumbling at the stand, meanwhile yet again i'm left off the program but cool,

i take the hint in death, the feeling's mutual some gon say i ain't have the chance to get used to you i could've done it spiteful but nah, i say this w/ a broken heart that i love you, even if i ain't like you,

this might be the realest shit i ever wrote, lookin at my mama thru a telescope, smoking cigarettes at her vanity, the only time i was like "this is family", this city burned down my home so i can't remember, now all that's left is these faded pictures, + this dining room that shook when i paraded in it silence in the living room looking out the window of the babysitter's, when does mom come home, that golden cavalier pulling up in the driveway now it's just a garage space, w/ a shiny blue light to make the night quake, nowadays it's just not worth the time change, took a moment, to lay this out in white chalk, we might talk but we know what it is sleeping under detroit's night fall hurt, cuz i know i love y'all to the moon + back, but i don't like y'all,

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gn3

i'm pretty sure you heard this whole thing before i wrote it, you know my thoughts before i say em but i never told ya, how sorry i am for running you up the wall > w/ a million other things on your plate, i never saw > how hard you worked, the stress lines when my principal would call your work, marrice trippin again, tried therapists + riddlin > the pews to the belt ain't make a difference > nigga just wasn't listening > now it's too late to buy you flowers, or pay for ya car, send you off to a weekend w/ ya friends to the spa > to make up for it, it came w/ a cost, you off in paradise while i'm stuck missing your calls > my phone don't ring no more, at least not the same, sometimes i wonder even if you even miss me, w/ no direct line to speak to my sunshine, i really just pray that you forgive me, cuz i'm not sure,

i got my ass straight up whooped ain't no timin out, now i know it's abuse but i was wylin out, soccer games + t ball, church every sunday > n64 + power rangers galore > in this little house, rode in betsy like a jet ski, 2004 i started to be a chore, sent me off to kansas now i'm left at the morgue, w/ a shell of a woman who really couldn't afford > to be dealing w/ a failing marriage, + a headstrong boy who's acting out > i needed that cap + gown > but i made you feel like a bad parent, like you fuckin failed, 18 years later i'm still dumb as hell, but w/ that tho i live in regret, i know down in my heart that i'm doing my best > + that's all you ever expected so until i'm dipped > buttered in heaven, may the Lord keep you rested cuz i'm not sure,

i haven't spoken to you in ever, in voice or in heart > even forgot how you sound + it tore me apart, way before the touch screens you'd dearly depart > clutch dreams to see my spitting image in a feminine > cart,

my God, she is the seamless version my guard, ian > ang is living in my stars > my reason to resist death, resend my regards to the chef > my enlarged kept beating, lying on the floor > counting dots on the ceiling, crying out for more > you appeared in a breathing vision straight from michigan's core screaming,

get up + so i got up > + made a promise to never lay back down > in style of, your determination, you deserve amazing, i feel you slipping + i'm scared to be w/o, just keep me close till i make it out,

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h&f (ft. Tangerine)

sorry baby i know i'm not real communicative, number one rule of thumb and i scraped it, maybe i need a satellite signal, broadcast to all my old favorites, "i'm not mad just hurt, save a place for me", when it's squared away i'ma circle back, i'ma always try, even if it's tri, still gon light yo phone up even when it's dry, your fingers in my palms felt like sandpaper,, you must be nervous i can see it in yo eyes, showed up to the set lookin pretty in white dolo, lookin like a cup of bobo with cinnamon thighs > my feminine side, sensitive to seeing you, wonder if you seeing me or seeing thru, didn't put that ice on that wound like i needed to, now i just want you to say my name like it's beetlejuice >

i made you a plate, and you barely ate, you said it was great, you even stayed late, made another plan for a date then ghost, pick it up from my lens, what the fuck you mean healing and friends?

opened that chest up but then i sealed it again, every time i think i'm numb i start to feel it again, went to reach out i'm blocked so i conceal it again > hey bloody, here i go rappin bout bitches again > maybe they ain't get my first message, i'ma send it again > fuck, blocked on both pages can't spin it again > i think it's me, then remember that it isn't again > still i'm defeated, head down timid again > reminding myself, action vs intention again, see you out and it's tension, averting eyes, you ain't gotta play i know that i was lookin fine, and you know i got it hot when it was cookin time > house special, the way i, made them little legs shake i, had you thinking this dick was AI,, and not just cuz i crossed over they eyes, it was too good to be real, guess chivalry was killed > and i brought it back like a séance, after that it got darker than draymond or djimon > a lovebomb, maybe they just needed some dick > to ride on, hold on, got this clown suit i'ma try on > cuz i waited a week, just tryna feel it again, opened my chest up but you sealed it again > cuz it was phony, you pulled up put the pussy on me > then told me you had to focus on healing & friends,

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GET YOURS!!!

nigga i'm deceased,, i ain't seen a dollar in about a couple weeks, hand over the counter tryna counter the receipts, finger to the timer lil mama needin sneaks, sorry baby daddy gotta figure out the lease, happy that i showed up to yo mama's w/ the least, i ain't have the commas i been off tryna release, had to find a balance i been back n forth w/ balance > for a credit score yellow or red like the chiefs, ain't no tippin on 4's i was slippin on 3's, never hit the goal i'ma flip it in the streets, clickin in the code but they sayin it's a breech, sayin it's a reach if you sayin issa beach i'm just sand > hard pebbles in the feets > underground till the ground have me sleepin under sheets, nigga i been eatin cheese and crackers for week, you really on my bumper for a beat?

i ain't bullshittin i'm just takin my time, you gotta be patient when you fuckin w/ mine, you really gotta get it, my nigga i'm tryin, it ain't like you ain't comin w/ me we on the climb > but this type of thing happens all the time, you gotta get yours and i gotta get mine

i'm not tryna be an asshole i just want the maxo, cream i can lasso > pushin up to onyx w/ the dash glow, but it's all a gimmick w/ no cash flow > so i'ma channel my best jigga until they say the jig is up > the finisher: zero point zero on the points > got me reachin for the indica, i ain't got a moniker or emblem > they crying bout promotion > well nigga i been tryna get the word out by knockin it on seneca > and harry and grove it's scary to know > my very, existence depends on the ascension > i'm missing the soul, siftin thru songs like "what did i get wrong?" > i'm runnin out of stones > w/ the snap of a finger i'ma be lifted out of robe > to a seat at the table w/ the suits spinnin the globe > as i'm sittin there at my best, i already know > what one of em finna say before i get my coat

like here's the papers nigga when can you sign, a couple little swoops for the money and shine > you don't wanna miss out you come a dollar a dime, you're not the only talent we just happened to find > you know this sort of thing happens all the time, you gotta get yours and i gotta get mine, this kinda thing happens all the time, i gotta get yours and you gotta get mine >

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[void-dust-muffin]

called out by @egg-exe to list my favorite character from 10 different fandoms.

I. Do not remember names. And I refuse to look anything up. we'll see how this goes.

1) Kal'Tsit from arknights. I've been low key obsessing over the game for a while now, and Kal is definitely one of the coolest characters. Storied past, cold demeanor belying genuine care and kindness for everyone under her, Mon3tr, the team that made her did a good job and she really just exemplifies the strength of the game in general. But I can talk to the moon and back about how stupid good the writing for arknights is, especially considering it's a gacha mobile game, so ill move on

2) Neopolitan from rwby. I fell in love with rwby's setting all the way back when I first watched it. Its unique mix of fantasy and technopunk drew me in and its character concepts have kept me there ever since. Neo probably the most. A mute character being the wisecracking villain's muscle and making her shorter than literally the rest of the cast? Peak. If only they made a character to go with the cool moves.

3) Princess Zelda in Breath of the Wild. Sweetheart's trying her best and facing frustration at every turn. Somebody hug her I'm begging you. (it's me, the sweetheart is her but also me)

4) Jafar Fire Emblem 7. Played the game years ago, loved his character design and his class(crits go brrrrr), but his story is the real selling point. The way he interacts with Nino is so sweet and I have such a soft spot for both of them(technically illegal two faves from one fandom oops).

I had the next one and then I lost it uhhhhh not the one I had but we'll go with

5) I was going to say a different character from portal but then I remembered the boy: Space Core.

6) Riza Hawkeye from Fullmetal Alchemist. Her relationship with the major is so heartfelt and the writer did them so well. If you've never watched it go and do that cuz it's just so well put together.

7) Padparadsha from Houseki no Kuni. God that manga is a train wreck. Phos you walking disaster. I love it. Anywho, pad is an interesting character in an already very interesting cast of characters. Their entire existence, teetering between waking and immobility is an exploration of how much of the gem is required for them to function. how much them can be removed before they just. cease.

8) Waymond from Everything Everywhere All At Once. First off, if you haven't watched the movie, go see it. Second, damn I didn't think anyone would actually read this far. Waymond is such a wholesome man he changes the way the woman going through the infinite possibilities of the multiverse thinks. He finds joy in everything he does and shares it with everyone around him. Not because he's ignorant of the struggles of life, because with happiness they become easier. And the man that played him is just as sweet. At the Oscar's when it was announced as best picture he went up on stage too and was hugging everyone. I would die for him.

9) Finn from the star wars sequel trilogy. As bad as they were, when the force awakens came out I remember seeing it and being excited to see what they would do with a stormtrooper main character. And then they didn't do anything, wasting all of his potential. But if there's one thing I learned from rwby, it's that someone else was just as disappointed and wrote a fanfiction exploring what canon didn't.

And now time for the niche reach.

10) Maven from the web novel Save the Demon King. Maven is the eponymous demon king, a near mythical figure in setting and the last demon alive. He is such a fun character in a fun setting that is very well written. I refuse to say more except for go read it. It's free on tapas and very good.

Honorable Mention:

I did think of Hades the game as a possible fandom but everyone in it is too good. I can't choose. the short list is half the hub area characters and at least three of the gods on top of that

fuckin hell theres an hour down the drain. gotta keep the chain going so uhhhhh @krindenium you're the only other human that I know on this site.

[yeoldebaggageclaim]

journalling to try and clear my head about this dad decision

on the one hand things are clearly bad right now. things are not going to change overnight, even though he's acknowledged what he's done to contribute to this openly that doesn't mean he's immediately going to be better

it's bad that he is still trying to force me to make a decision before im ready, that he's trying to squeeze me into his timetables, that he's not respecting my boundary about this, that he all but threatened to khs at least three times yesterday in the course of trying to find out what he’d done to cause this

he did specify today that he's not going to khs, and i *have to* believe that if i wanna be any kind of okay

the thing is, my end goal...

i have to figure out my end goal tbh

i think it's to have an independent life where my dad and i still talk

would i be sacrificing that independence by letting him know what area i was in? would he be able to skiptrace me from that information? or even without it?

i wouldn't be betraying anyone by doing so, although im not sure if it betrays me at all myself

but, if i don't let him know, would it be sacrificing the chance we have *to* make it better? he would think i simply did not care about how afraid he was and would take that to mean i didn't love him. of course i love him!!! but would he be right about pt i?

i think that if i want to take steps to repairing our relationship i have to acknowledge first that it is currently bad and that it is not going to change too drastically in one conversation

but i don't know, not even for [redacted]s sake i really don't want him to use any information i give him to locate me and i don't even know why

i think part of the problem is that it is so hard to tell when he's saying something just to get what he wants vs when he really means it

and ive been so out of sorts, i haven't been able to figure of if fear of him threatening to call the cops on me was really all that was making me not want him to have my area or if there was more to it than that

i remember feeling (and to some extent still feel) like i just don't want them to know where i am. like i wanna be free of them. but. that part of me is also the part that recoils away from texts and phonecalls, and feels very pda related, that doesn't feel very aligned with my goal of being independent and still talking to my dad

on the other hand it does feel very aligned with my goal of protecting myself emotionally in the short term. but in the long term it feels like it would just hurt me more maybe?? bc i feel like it would hinder my chances of being on good terms with my dad

the pda is so real though. even thinking about it is putting my body back into a state of SEVERE dysregulation, not least of which because im so tired and emotionally fried

i feel like i can barely string a thought together tbh

maybe just the state is not so bad? but also. it does feel bad. because! because it's not treating me the way i wish to be treated.

but also

would i be grateful to past me in future me's place? that i had given me this opportunity to work things out?

or would i simply regret it the first time my dad does something controlling and crazy.

or, with me being really on my own, would that then be a safe opportunity to tell him that behavior is controlling, thus bettering the healing path between us?

i need. a nap. my brain has had too many big thoughts and feelings in it today. maybe some sleep will help.

the other thing is, i would still be on my own, out there, doing what i wanted with whom i wanted

i think part of what's freaking me out so much is if i tell him there's no un-telling him

and, i can't listen to my gut about it cuz my gut's doing flips & hates both ideas right now

it would be easier to choose if i choose trust him not to snoop and get more than i want to give

i know that i get to choose which one i want. there is no right or wrong answer. i am beholden only to myself on this.

i can tell him if he cares about my safety he won't dig deeper. i can explain that the friend im staying with does not want him to know their name or address, bc of past experiences they've had with parents in their own life, and that it's a hard rule for them. that by breaking that rule it would put me in danger.

but. i also know he could use that as an excuse to try and drag me back home. but, if he does want to truly fix our relationship, he won't do that. but, he doesn't probably know that.

im looking into an online pii remover site to see if that will help my decision at all

on the one hand i don't like that i have to do all this if i want to be safe and if i want my boundaries intact. it is bad. i acknowledge this. nothing has been fixed yet.

at the same time, i want to give as good a shot at things getting fixed as i safely can

i think the main reason i still hesitate at this point is because i said no. no means no. one of the things on the list of grievances that i have is that neither of them will accept a "no" from me

this doesn't feel like fixing that. but. maybe i can pick that battle on other topics and work my way up to bigger things. i have plenty of time.

when it comes down to it, i don't want my dad to be scared, but it's not my job to manage his emotions, whether he would like to acknowledge this or not. i do want him to stay in my life. i know that i am not in control of that. these are his choices and feelings, not mine. but, i can't pretend like my actions have no impact on how another person might feel and respond, and i know my dad well enough to know that he means what he's said about how he will take my decision.

im going to look into a pii remover, and im gonna tell him the state

bugh why does it feel so dirty to think about doing that. it's because it's compromising my boundaries. i don't want him to know. i don't. i don't!!! what i want is for him to respect my boundaries enough to back off on this without making it about his fear. but he hasn't fixed that yet. and, because of the trust issues he himself has instilled in me (by being a very controlling and sneaky snoop himself, ironically) i have a fear that even if i get a pii remover he may still locate me

it only takes one search on the wrong day

though that could happen anyway tbh! i don't think he needs the state for that!

i have confirmed, adding a state to the search doesn't make you any more likely to show up if your info isn't out there

maybe if i actually sleep on this some more it will help. i only had an hour and a half bc i was starving and i woke up feeling restless and lousy, maybe some real sleep will help. and i can ask stephen about it when we get to the airport as well, he's often wiser than i am. i may have more information about piis at my disposal by then as well

oh i could talk to sasha about it too, she is sweet and has experience in the area of parental conflict too, she might have some good insights

[tears-of-boredom]

watching deadly class and god damn thats an identical white boy. just like the other ones. this one gets beaten to a bloody mess more often though. and Saya's name is really god damn close to mine and one time someone pronounced it a bit weird and i got a bit surprised.

tbh im on ep 7 and im kinda losing interest in the plot. ill watch for the bloody dudes though. but this series is definetly not helping me with my temptation for smoking.

yeah im ten minutes into this episode and its really fucking boring. i mean like the villains hot and all but i like do not care for these people enough for this. im just honestly waiting until eveyone gets all bloody again. tbh i was readying myself for boring teen shit cuz of stuff ive seen from the fandom, but i guess i was preparing for the wrong kind of boring lol. i mean uhh marco?? what the fucks even the main guys name lmaooo. im really hoping he dies in a bloody mess cuz the breed of white guy he is looks really good when literally on the brink of death and covered in blood.

anyways yeah im giving up at uhh 27:16 of episode seven. and spoilers sorry but so im watching this on some website for free and i think episode 5 was somehow cut short, because i did not see like chico dying. like any of that scene. i just had to piece everything together from the "previously on deadly class" half minute of episode 6. it doesnt really matter anyways but its kinda funny. also in the pilot when marco tried to kill himself im pretty sure i thought "do it you pussy" and i laughed about that for a solid minute. and at another point i think it was something,, basically just an intrusive thought came related to the scene i was watching, and i laughed about that as well for some time because it was like a horrible thing to think if i actually meant it. shame i dont remember it cuz i bet it was real funny. oh and i was also thinking about the like villain dude, chester i think? i was thinking whether or not the burn scar was prosthetic and im gonna look it up now.

aw man it is prosthethic. idk what i was hoping for tbh, i was just thinking that itd probably be easier to just get an actor that has a burn scar than do all that make up, espec since all the flash backs back to when he doesnt have them are animated, so you wouldnt have like that problem either.

but hey, at least now i know the vibe and basic premise of this show so i can read any fics i happen to stumble upon. that is literally like, top 5 reasons im watching all this shit: so i can read more fics and make sure that im not missing out on shit. thats why i thought this was gonna a be a bit more of a light show, cuz all the fandom shit seemed to be just teens, but its not like im that surprised that teenagers are writing fics about mentally ill trained killers like come on. thats like peak YA shit. also i kinda disliked marco at the beginning cuz he was talking a bit too harshly about "the scizos", but then he had that communist awakening and i kinda like him now. oh and you can call me a snowflake all you want but the word " the r word gets thrown around a bit too lightly for my taste. not rape, the other one.

oh actually i think the intrusive thought i had was something about viktor being gay or something. like way before marco said it. and im really trying to stop calling people gay for looking a bit too hard at someone. or maybe it wasnt that cuz i think viktor was saying some shit about sucking dick and if thats true then i had the full right to call his ass gay in my thoughts.

and before i go,, i fucking love billy. lord knows if i was in that school i would be so fucking whipped for that boy like oh my god. id def be a rat too. and im gonna stop here before i create a deadly class self-insert oc in my head cuz i really dont like this series that much. but billy is so fucking, uhhhh,,,,, well i was gonna say hot cuz thats like the word i use for attractive people usually, but i honestly wouldnt really call him hot.....ummm i mean id say cute if it didnt sound so patronising and infantalising......okay whatever he's attractive and honestly id call him hot if i even got eye contact form him back so...no actually i think just being in his vicinity would be enough....yeah my standards are like so low to the ground, you could manipulate me so fucking easily cuz my nerves would be too shot out the whole time to even register anything. and afterwards id be thinking "no im so aware of myself id know if i was being manipulated". also i already dont trust myself so you could gaslight me real easy as well. i mean id probably kill you if you went too hard with it cuz sometimes i get a bit in my head when frustrated, but honestly my weak ass would be brought down with the promise of like,, a hug. i am really fucking starved of attention and tenderness and literally everything that parents are supposed to give you and i dont have the strength to be in denial about that. i literally started crying when my sister shared an experience with me that i fully related to.

LMAO WHAT THE FUCK DID THIS POST TURN INTO IM SORRY ITS LITERALLY 5:05AM AND WATCHING MOVIES AND SHIT ALWAYS PUTS ME IN A MOOD. well,, i was gonna tag this as "i experienced media" but after this fucking text wall of rambling on i dont think it fits that anymore.

[wordsfromthesol]

The Set-Up

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: @zphilophobiaz @anousiemay @malfoys-demigod @pricetagofficial Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: You are Dinah's younger sister. Word Count: 2,410 A/N: I know it’s been awhile so if anyone wants on/off a taglist just let me know!

"Alright, Roy, you got me here. What's so important?" You called out as you stumbled into what the Outlaws deemed a safehouse. Their standards were pretty low.

"We needed a fourth, okay! Go get Jason and I'll brief everyone." Roy hurried you out of the room that he and Kory were already set up in. You sauntered up to the closed door and knocked.

"Jason, you decent?" You shouted as your fist rapped against the wood.

"Well I'm not morally decent, but I'm wearing pants if that's what you're asking. Though I can be without pants if that's what you prefer --" Jason's voice trailed off as he swung open the door and was met with your face. Clearly, he figured the person on the other side would be Roy or Kory. His face slightly reddened as he reached back and grabbed a shirt.

"I mean…maybe not right now. Roy needs to go over the mission with us." You winked at his obvious embarrassment before trotting off in the direction you came from. Jason quickly caught up with you.

"I…uh…I didn't know Roy asked you for help."

"Yeah he didn't really tell me much. Just that you guys needed a fourth. Not sure why he thinks I'll make that much of a difference.

"Guess we should go find out." Jason raced past you, hoping to avoid further embarrassment, but stopped dead in his tracks as he entered the living room. Roy and Kory were both staring at him, trying to hold back fits of laughter. "What is this all-important mission Y/N was recruited on?" He asked in an attempt to redirect their attention. You walked in behind Jason just in time to get the answer.

"Not really all-important…" Roy's voice reeked of mischief, "just better to have four than three. Then we can do two teams."

"You do know that I have my own agenda. I'm not just sitting around waiting for your call."

"Oh Y/N/N! Don't think of it like that, I practically begged him to ask you. I seriously need some more girl time." Kory piped in to release some of the building tension.

"Uh-huh, sure. Roy, what are we doing?"

"Right. Human trafficking, finally got a hit on this group. Think it's their main smuggling port. There are two docks to check, so two teams. See, I do have a plan. Kinda…"

"Hm mm" you mumbled, still not fully believing him, but you let him continue anyways. You didn't fly out here for nothing.

**

Hours had passed and the four of you sat near the docks, waiting for the cover of nightfall. The smugglers, however, did not. You grabbed Jason's arm and began running towards the dock as soon as you saw a boat pulling into the harbor.

"What are you doing?" Jason mumbled as he ran to keep up with you.

"Are you blind? There's a container ship pulling into the docks. The dock that Roy told us to watch."

"The sun is still setting. There's no way they'd be that stupid." He tried to reason with you, but your pace didn't slow.

"Maybe they just paid the right people. Or killed them." You retorted though the timing was eerily suspicious. Both of you came to a halt when you only saw four guys. Sure, they had guns…but it definitely wasn't enough to warrant extra help. You glanced over at Jason in utter disbelief. "You want me to sit this one out or…"

"Let's just get it over with." Jason was clearly just as agitated as you were. The "battle" lasted only a few seconds and your trip back to the rendezvous spot was completed in utter silence.

"So…Roy. Why the fuck was I needed here?" Holding nothing back, you cried out as soon as you saw his red costume appear in the distance.

"Woah, hold up there. Must've gotten some bad intel. It happens. Better safe than sorry."

"Yeah well next time be sure. I do have my own cases and crime rings to dismantle." You walked off in a huff, determined to find your own way back. You didn't know what exactly Roy was up to, but you knew you wouldn't like it.

**

Months passed since the pointless mission with the Outlaws. You had gotten back to Miami, your home for the time being as you investigated a new drug trade route coming up from South America. Finally, you had made some progress, only said progress led to you being pinned down behind some wooden barrels.

"These aren't going to last long," you mumbled as you dialed Kory on your phone. No answer. "Fuck." Roy was next.

"Y/N, can this wait --" You hear the wind get pushed out of him just as the sentence finished.

"Hm not really. Kinda been pissing off the wrong people and now I'm pinned down."

"Fuck." Roy mumbled as he threw a punch towards the jaw of the unsuspecting thug.

"I tried Kory, but -- shit…" You watched as the barrels splintered around you.

"Off-world. I'm patching in Jas --" Roy stopped a syllable short, you assumed dodging his own bullets. You didn't wait for him to finish.

"Yeah look. I'm in Miami." You heard Jason mumble your name but continued on. You didn't know how much longer you would have. "Pretty sure they'll take me alive. Heard through the grapevine the boss wants the honors himself." You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt a bullet pierce through your shoulder. You took a few steadying breaths before continuing. "I have a tracer in my mask. I'll try to keep it on as long as I can. If you can't track it for some reason, call my sister." You didn't hang up the call before slowly raising your hands above the splintered barrels. "Take me to your leader," you exclaimed in your best alien impression, all while trying not to laugh.

"Do you think this is a game?!" One of the thugs screamed at you as they inched closer. You just shrugged, waiting to either be killed or taken. "Well grab her, idiots!" Two men hesitantly walked towards you, guns still drawn.

"Should I tie myself up? Would that be easier?" At this point, your sarcasm was the only thing keeping you sane. Finally, they got within striking distance and everything went black.

"Y/N? What's happening?!" Jason frantically began calling out your name as he was met with silence. Roy eventually spoke up.

"Jason. I hope you're on your way. I'll meet up with you as soon as I can, but I need to get ahold of Dinah first." Roy had no idea what he was going to say to her.

"Even in the jet, it's going to take 2 hours to get there…" The reality of the situation set it. "But I'm taking off now." Jason tried to push the horrific thoughts from his mind.

**

You woke up tied to a wooden chair. Not surprising.

"So, where's the boss?" You forced the words out, willing yourself into consciousness.

"Don't worry girlie, he's on his way…though I suppose there's nothing wrong with having a little fun first." The goon smirked as he flipped a knife in his hands.

"Well, you wouldn't want to damage the merchandise." You could tell he wasn't sold, so you continued. "I mean I'm dead either way, right? Wouldn't want you to risk your life as well…" He just stared blankly at you while the gears turned in his mind. Finally, he let out an exasperated huff and turned his back to you. At least you were able to buy yourself a little more time. Though you had a feeling it still wouldn't be enough. As your head began spinning, you looked down at your shoulder. The blood was still pouring out of the wound. "Of course…" you mumbled as the dizziness intensified. You were going to have to think of something quickly.

"So, how'd you get stuck with this job? Or are you just some disposable errand boy who got lucky?" You began antagonizing him as you attempted to saw through the ropes with the small blade that discharged out of your gloves.  

"Lucky?" He turned towards you with a villainous look plastered across his face. He sauntered towards you and placed his hands on either side of the chair. "I've been following you. I know your patterns. When you strike. That ambush was calculated and planned. Boss sent me 'cuz he knew I'd get the job done." Before he could push himself up from the chair, you launched forward, ramming your head into his. As he crashed to the floor, another burly man rushed into the room. You managed to free one of your legs just in time. As he stumbled backward you bent down in an attempt to free your other leg. The man lunged at you again. Pulling the other leg free, you circle around and hurled the chair at him. You let out a huge sigh of relief and slid to the floor as he landed atop the first assailant.

**

Jason watched as men patrolled around the building. Just as he was about to move Roy's voice came over the comm, "Have you found her? What's the situation? I'm still an hour out."

"I found her. They have four guards patrolling. Heavily armed. I found an opening."

"Four patrolling…you can't get any intel about who's inside? I think you should wait for me to get there." Roy already knew there was no hope of that.

"We may not have a chance if I wait. I'm going in."

Jason heard his best friend sigh, before eventually relenting. "Keep me updated. I'll be there when I can." Jason saw his opening coming up again. He moved quickly and quietly, sliding into the open door. He took in his surroundings, trying to not alert anyone of his presence unless absolutely necessary. He didn't want to give any of them a reason to shoot you…that is, if you were still alive. As he rounded the corner, he came face to face with a brutish man. Jason launched himself forward, knocking them both to the ground as he muffled the goon's mouth with his hand and encapsulated his neck. It only took a few seconds before the guard was out cold and Jason continued lurching down the hallway. He stopped short of a closed door. Jason took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever awaited him on the other side.

**

You were jolted awake a few moments later and looked around to find the two men still unconscious on the ground. Crawling over, you pulled at one of their jackets and cut off a long piece. It took the last bit of your energy to tie it around your still bleeding shoulder. As your eyes began to flutter closed once again, they shot open at the sound of the door opening. You forced your head upwards and let out a faint chuckle at the familiar Red Hood that looked down at you.

"Solis!" Jason's eyes went wide as he saw the amount of blood in the room. "Shit alright. I need you to stay awake, okay?" You nodded and forced your eyes open as Jason dove down beside you, properly retying the fabric around your shoulder. Jason stared at you for a few moments before pushing himself up and firing a single shot down the hallway. You watched intently as the goons came running in, Jason plowing through them in a matter of minutes. Jason scooped you up, not bothering to try and gather any further information from you.

**

You woke up in a bed in an unfamiliar room. Your brain began piecing together the events. Jason had come to get you, then put you in a car, brought you here, sewed up the wound…you wondered how long you'd been asleep. The door creaked open and you saw both Roy and Jason standing in its frame.

"You're awake! Thank fuck, D would've killed me!" Roy rushed over and embraced you.

"Yeah probably…" You were speaking to Roy, but you couldn't take your eyes off Jason. There was something there, unspoken, that you couldn't remember. What had happened? How long had you been asleep? As if reading your mind, Jason spoke up.

"It's only been 12 hours," he watched your eyes go wide. "Before you freak out, you lost a lot of blood and were barely hanging on to consciousness. 12 hours is not that many. You'll still be weak." Jason began to step towards you but hesitated. Roy immediately noticed the awkwardness his presence brought.

"Imma just…I'll go get us some food…or something." Roy pointed towards the door and rushed out.

"I feel like I'm missing something."

"No…I just. I was worried." You leered at him, knowing that was not what you were missing. You carefully sat up and swung your legs over the bed, determined to get to the bottom of whatever feeling this was. Once you attempted to stand, Jason was at your side in a fraction of a second. "I just said you would be weak…" he mumbled out.

"Well I have to go to the bathroom and you aren't giving me answers anyways." You tried to push him away. It unsurprisingly did not work.

"How long have I known you? For once, just stop being so damn stubborn!" He grabbed your shoulders, in an effort to steady both of you.

"I dunno like 8 years…" you grumbled out, unsure if the question was meant to be answered.

"Yeah well for 7 and a half of those I've loved you. And it just hit me that you could die…hell I could I die, and you wouldn't know." His hands traced down your arms and collapsed at his side. "I guess that just broke me, okay? Are you happy now?!" The anger in his voice rose.

"So how about those pants now?" You smirked, trailing your eyes over his body. Jason's eyes lit up as he began to laugh, recalling the situation from months prior.

"Maybe not right now…let's wait until you can stand on your own."

"JUST KISS HER ALREADY GOD DAMMIT!" Roy screamed from the doorway. Neither of you knew how long he'd been there, but that didn't deter Jason. His lips smashed into yours while his arms enveloped you.

"FUCKING FINALLY!" Roy screamed as he threw his hands up in the air.

[ibrithir-was-here]

Posting this again as a text post since the links don't seem to get noticed as much

Abide

The crossroads was a desolate place, a forgotten corner of another urban sprawl that had been abandoned halfway through completion when the funding ran out, leaving roads aplenty but no houses to fill them. The solitary street light that illuminated the intersection was sputtering with the last gasps of a bulb that would never be replaced. There was nothing but the muted sounds of far off traffic on the freeway, a pattering of a light rain, and the smell of the thirsty earth as it drank the rain in.

And then, between one guttering flash of the street lamp and the next, a person appeared on the street corner. He was tall and thin, dressed in a faded green jacket and jeans, under the rain soaked haze of the streetlight his pale blond hair looked almost white, with a nervous looking raven perched on his right shoulder.

"Dang this place looks like a great place to dump a body. '' Matthew said with a low whistle, twisting his head around to check out their desolate surroundings.

"That was the idea back in the day." Daniel muttered back, pulling the hood of his jacket up to shield him from the rain, which had begun to get heavier, as though sensing that Something Important was about to happen in this desolate spot it was falling into, and wanting to live up to the moment.

"This corner used to be an old jail, back in the Wild West days, and if I was sensing the dreams of the land correctly…"

Daniel reached out to touch the street lamp, letting a wave of power roll out of him, spinning the rain soaked air around the lamppost as he called up the old memories the land held of wilder days, days filled with galloping horses, gun fights at high noon and the high hand of the law, sending men to meet their maker at the end of a short rope.

When Daniel pulled his hand away, the ghostly form of a gallows stood before him, superimposed over the streetlamp, the image glittering from the reflection of thousands of raindrops suspended in midair.

"Right, that's the crossroads, and the gallows…now all we need is the offering."

"Remind me again why we couldn't just do this in the Dreaming?" Matthew asked, shaking his feathers from the rain. "Would have been a lot easier."

"Yeah a lot easier for Dream to get wind of what we were doing and try and stop it." Daniel said, as he pulled something out of his jacket pocket. It was a long thin knife, incredibly sharp, that glinted dangerously in the lamp light as he held it out in front of his face.

"The Fates aren't something to mess with lightly, and he wouldn't understand why I'm doing this, he thinks I'm overreacting about Wish."

"Have you considered that you might be?" Matthew countered, hopping over to Daniel's other shoulder. "The kid could be totally fine, this could all be a big misunderstanding. Destiny didn't say anything was wrong."

"He didn't say everything was fine either. And if the Fates are meant to be involved, I'm going to bet that things aren't."

Daniel paused for a moment, lowering the dagger and biting at his lip, then said quietly, "You don't have to stay Matthew. You're not my raven, and I don't want to get you in any trouble."

"That's exactly why I'm staying kiddo, to make sure you don't get into any trouble." Matthew said promptly, ducking his head under Daniel's chin and pressing against him. "Cuz you're gonna be in enough of it when Dream finds out what you're doin'."

"You're not going to go tell him?"

"I think at this point I'm in deep enough myself I should just keep an eye on you. I can always go get him if things go south and avoid punishment by throwing you under the bus"

"Gee thanks." Daniel huffed, but he nuzzled the bird back nonetheless.

He took a deep breath, raising the dagger once more. It was time to do this.

As if recognizing their cue, the wind and rain picked up their tempo, battering at Daniel, throwing back his hood to let his hair whip free and forcing Matthew to dig his talons into Daniel's shoulder or risk being blown away.

"I, Daniel Hall, Heir to Dream of the Endless, summon The Fates"

Lighting crashed across the sky, illuminating the dream gallows, its ghostly noose swaying in the wind.

"The Three-Who-Are-One"

Another flash, a figure stood before them, silhouetted against the surrounding darkness.

"The One-Who-Is-Three"

Lighting struck again, three outlines appeared now, slightly closer than before. Daniel's heart jumped in his chest, and it took all his will to keep the knife steady as he held out his other arm, barred up to the elbow.

"The Hecate"

He brought the knife down across his forearm. The blade was so sharp he barely felt it, and the thin line of red that appeared on his arm bloomed up without pain. At first. But Daniel held his arms out steady.

"Daniel Hall" The Mother cooed, "You've cut yourself love."

"The offering of the dagger, with your own blood split" The Crone huffed, "That's one we don't see much, usually these fools spill someone else's."

"Does your daddy know you're out with us?" giggled the Maiden.

"Gracious Ladies" Daniel said, bowing his head, his arms still outstretched, blood trickling down to mingle with the falling rain. "I seek your wisdom and your counsel, should you be gracious enough to accept these offerings and bestow it."

"Hmph, good to see Morpheus has taught you manners at least" The Crone said with a sardonic tone.

There was another flash, and suddenly Three-Who-Are-One were standing right before him. Matthew gave a squawk of surprise but Daniel kept still, though his heart was pounding away inside of him.

The Crone reached out to pluck the dagger from his hand, holding it up to the light to admire it.

"A nightmare's blade, sharp as the moon's curve, freely given for his lord's heir…"

The Maiden reached out to trace the line of blood with one finger before bringing it up to her lips and licking it, a gleam of delight in her dark eyes.

"Blood of a prince, hot and red, freely split for his quest…"

The Mother took hold of his arm now, and pressed a soft kiss to the cut. It sealed instantly, though it left a light pink scar behind.

"Blood of the Endless, rare to be shed, freely given for aid…"

The One-Who-Is-Three stood in line, looking at Daniel with eyes darker than the night around them.

"We accept your offerings young prince."

"Ask three questions--"

"And gain one answer from each of us"

Internally Daniel sighed with relief, but he didn't relax yet. The hardest part was yet to come. He needed to ask his questions carefully. He'd heard the stories of Dream's dealings with The Fates and he knew not to waste his chances, they would answer truthfully, but not always as clearly as one would wish.

"Thank you… for my first question: Desire's younger self, the being who claims the name Wish, I haven't been able to contact them for over a month, I wish to know…to know if they are in any danger or trouble, if something has happened that has or might bring any harm to them."

There was a low rumble of thunder about the group, though no lighting flashed before it. Then the Mother spoke, her tone hushed and calm.

"Desire's child-self is trapped within a cage of their own fear and their parent’s dominion. They fear the Realms of the Endless will fall out of balance if they do not bend to Desire's control."

Daniel's head spun, trying to make sense of this revelation

"Why on earth would they think that??"

He could have kicked himself the moment the question was out of his mouth. He couldn't waste them!!

"Is that your second question Daniel Hall?" The Crone cackled, "You're as bad as Morpheus "

"Patience sister-self" The Mother said soothingly, "He is young yet, on all accounts. And he's been so polite so far. "

"Forgive me ladies." Daniel said quickly, inclining his head once more. He thought quickly, maybe this was a good question to ask. If Wish was basically trapping themself due to fear, then it couldn't hurt to try and understand that fear.

"Yes, please, that is my second question. Why does Wish think they need to please Desire to protect the Realms of the Endless?"

It was the Crone who answered this time, her voice rumbling low like the thunder itself.

"The Realm of Desire is caught between two masters, two paths to take. They must either come together in harmony, or one must triumph over the other for the Threshold to find balance once more. If not it will fall, and drag all the Realms down with it."

Daniel was reeling. This--this was all so much bigger than he imagined. This was world ending big. No wonder Wish was scared enough to finally cave to Desire.

But…but Daniel couldn't just leave them like that. Not Wish. He knew how truly nasty Desire could be, for goodness sakes they'd tried to kill Dream! There was no way Daniel was abandoning them to Desire's clutches. There had to be another way.

The Hecate had said that Wish and Desire either had to come together in harmony--and it would be a cold day in Hell before that ever happened, or one had to triumph over the other.

Why couldn't Wish be the one to triumph? They had just as much claim to the Threshold as Desire did. Just because they were younger didn't necessarily mean they were less powerful, less worthy to stand equal to the rest of the Endless. Heck as far as Daniel was concerned they were more than worthy. Far more than Desire was at any rate. They just had to see that for themselves.

And he was going to help them.

But first he had to figure out how. He couldn't just charge in with an army of Dreams and Nightmares and storm the Threshold to get Wish out and away from Desire's influence. That would just plunge the Dreaming into a war and put the Threshold at even more risk. But he had to get to them somehow.

"For my final question…" Daniel began, trying to think through his words as carefully as possible, he only had one shot at this.

"What…what is the best thing that I can do to help ensure that Wish is the one who triumphs over Desire, and preserves the balance of the Threshold and the Realms beyond?"

The Three-Who-Are-One looked at him deeply, silently. Daniel's heart began to pound again, and he wondered if he'd somehow made a terrible blunder, though he didn't know how he could have.

"What are you willing to do, Daniel Hall?" The Mother asked, tilting her head to look at him with interest and almost…sympathy? "And will you abide by our council when we give it?"

"Yes. Anything" Was Daniel's immediate reply.

Matthew jabbed at his cheek with his beak. Not enough to truly hurt but enough to get across the point of "Why would you say that to these three crazy powerful beings you idiot??!!"

The Crone seemed to have had the same thought, as she cackled once more, a crash of lightning and thunder emphasizing her derisive mirth.

"He truly is a son of Oneiros, so willing to jump in and throw himself on a pyre for another with no thoughts about what that might mean."

"Are you truly surprised sister-sef?" The Mother asked, " After all, the lordling has already shown a taste for sacrifice. Was he not willing to take his dream sire's place in his self-prison to spare him the suffering?"

Daniel was having a hard time following that last part, but just then the Maiden spoke, stepping apart from her sister selves to stand directly in front of him.

"A heart so willing to give, without any thought of recompense. That is a rare treasure indeed. One that many would give anything to possess, particularly one who claims to be the ruler of all hearts…"

Daniel looked down at the Maiden's hand on his heart, and then up into her eyes, dark and deep. There was something else there as well. An anticipation.

Daniel, linked to the Dreaming as he was, couldn't help but feel her delight at the idea of a gallant prince, setting off to rescue a dear companion from the clutches of the fiend who kept them trapped in a tower. He also felt she didn't particularly care if the story had a happy ending or not, so long as the drama was high and the emotions deep.

"What must I do?" He repeated, trying to keep his voice steady.

"You, Daniel Hall, heir to Dream of the Endless, must offer up your heart as ransom to Desire, to be held in their keeping until the end of all time."

Lighting sparked, thunder rolled, Matthew screamed out a denial and several expletives. Daniel swallowed hard.

"I'll do it"

[opluffys]

Caught- Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader

another from my archive account, luffys. putting it here just cuz i guess. anyway i hope you guys enjoy!

-smut/nsfw-

This was your chance. Your one and only opportunity, it was like a flashing gold sign right in front of you. Seize your chance!

You sighed in discomfort. How long has it been? You honestly stopped keeping track, but due to how sensitive you felt, you knew that it had been a while.

The tap of your heels were no doubt annoying the two grown men seated next to you. They were, however, too focused on the leading mans words, as the number of you were trapped in a meeting.

The way Doflamingo hadn't spoken to end the meeting told you that everyone would be here a long time.

Perfect.

You rose from the leather confines, muttering a polite excuse. When nobody seemed to object, you beelined your way out of that boring lecture, seeing the confused eye of Rosinante settle on you before fully disappearing behind that door.

You unconsciously pumped your fist high, making a small sound of happiness that your ridiculous plan had actually gone to fruition.

You moved your way past the many doors, seemingly lost in a maze on the marble floor. You clicked your tongue when you remembered that your room was at the end. How lucky you were.

You burst inside your chambers, kicking off the dark heels and rushing into the small bathroom, seeing the small scratches visible on the mirror from your last fling.

"I should do something about that..." You hummed, quickly shrugging away any thoughts of the previous man who held you tight.

You bumped your hip against the door, hearing the soft click, affirming that it had closed. Too excited to take any other further precautions, you decided the setting was good enough.

Your available hand scrambled against the sink for purchase, nearly slipping on nothing in pure bliss. You curled your fingers further inside of you, delving deep into your velvety folds.

Muffled gasps and groans continued to fight their way out of you as your fingers pushed farther than you thought possible, causing a louder sound to rip its way out of your tightly sealed lips.

More scandalous moans left your lips, feeling three of your fingers pump in and out of you felt phenomenal. You decided to take it nice and slow, resting against the sink as you began to spread your fingers inside of you, attempting to get a stretching sensation.

Who knew when you could get another chance like this, after all?

After hitting the wall of seemingly no longer caring, your fingers started to ruthlessly thrust inside your dripping core, the liquid spilling onto your spread thighs as if you've come out the shower.

Your eyes were closed, your painted lips slightly agape in pleasure. You could feel that high. You were chasing it for so long, you were right there. Just one more graze from the perfect angle... It was as if you were pushing a large boulder over a hill, you were at the top, about to push the rock over. Your chest heaved with excitement, glee filling your body from the toxins your brain received.

You couldn't move.

You prayed that you were dreaming.

"This is what you skip my meeting for?"

You didn't have a response. You didn't want to respond. You wanted to curl up and become invisible to the entire world right now.

He moved his fingers, and so did you, causing an involuntary moan from your lips after brushing against your swollen clit.

How did you not hear the man coming in? He was a giant for goodness sake! Did you not lock the door, even so, the bathroom door should've been locked as well...

"I expect an answer when I talk to you, (First Name)."

Pink flooded your vision. You didn't want to believe this.

"My apologies, Young Master." You panted, your body still stimulated from your previous actions. "I did not intend for any of this-"

"No, no. We all get urges sometimes." He chuckled, seeing the state of peril you believed to be in. He appeared behind you, your hooded eyes widening at his ridiculous speed.

His tanned digit swiped at your wet folds, eliciting a shameless moan from you. Without warning, he quickly shoved two of his long fingers inside your tight pussy, feeling the way you tightened against him made the man grin wickedly.

You would question what he was doing if you weren't drunk off of your own pleasure, placing your forehead against the counter and just letting your sounds of bliss flow.

"I could give you something better than just my fingers."

Your thighs twitched in excitement, trying to tighten, but with Doflamingo's strings, any movement was impossible.

You couldn't bring yourself to speech, to moving at all, especially when he dared to push his fingers down to his knuckles. Curling them against you.

"Yes." You breathed, you honestly didn't mean to say anything. Somehow the affirmation had slipped out.

How heinous of you it was to see all of the actions being committed from the mirror. A part of you actually enjoyed this, getting attention from Doflamingo himself, what kind of woman doesn't want that? Those bronze abs were just begging to be touched by you. That short blonde hair screaming to be in your vice grip, screaming the mans name behind you without fear.

Doflamingo had zero hesitation, after hearing your breathy plea, he dropped his pants, only leaving the ever-so tight confines of his boxers on.

He dragged his fingers out of you, ignoring your whines of protest. He pulled the briefs down slightly, enough to expose the reddening tip of his desperate member. His cock was leaking giddily, how excited the man felt was not what he portrayed. Little did you care, though. You just wanted to feel full of your own boss, the thought of peeking in the mirror often to see how he reacted within you made you further leak with excitement.

Doflamingo languidly palmed his erection, causing more precum to dribble down his impressive length. He groaned lowly, eliciting an excited whimper from you.

The man behind you was huge, so all you could expect was a large size as well.

"Finish what you had started."

You felt an uncomfortable heat rest on your cheeks. How could you finish pleasuring yourself while your damn boss stood behind you so calmly?

"Young Ma-"

"Do not make me repeat myself."

God, that dangerous undertone of his voice nearly made you finish right then and there. Why couldn't he just shove himself deep inside of you like any other man?

Your shaky hand returned to your slick folds, using your skilled fingers to spread and rub yourself shyly. You bit your lip as to not make much noise, but when you curled your fingers- oh..! You couldn't stop yourself from that sweet moan leaving your mouth.

Making noise was favourable to you, though. With every heavy breath you drew, a shaky exhale left Doflamingo's lips, stroking his painfully hard length with vigour.

"How bad do you want to get fucked?"

"S-So bad..!"

You had no control over yourself, words just came out of your mouth with ease, it was like your cognitive function was completely switched off.

Again, you were so close. Atop that damn mountain with the boulder just barely pushed over the edge. You felt bliss in your fingertips, just brush over that spot one more time, and curl your fingers at the right moment-

You wanted to scream.

So suddenly he had filled you to the brim of his cock, head kissing your womb with every thrust back into you. He was so fucking big, he was splitting you. But oh, did it feel divine.

Incoherent words left your lips, red staining the material of the sink.

"You take me surprisingly well..." He grunted, it seemed as he was enjoying himself more than he had let on...

"I... I thought..! You were in," Your hand flew to your mouth, stopping such a loud and unclear sound, you felt embarrassed hearing that come from you.

"Ah, my meeting. Yes, I was taking charge of it. But it was rather boring, seeing as you had left to do such a devious thing, no?" Doflamingo chuckled, large palm on the soft curve of your ass. He never faltered, not for a moment, such fluid and beautiful thrusts. It's like he knew your body from the inside out, his length just hitting every spot in you that made you go crazy.

You felt delirious, such a big cock breaking and stretching you, you couldn't ask for something better. Groans left Doflamingo's lips as he leaned lower to you, hard abs meeting your back.

Your head turned to the side, seeing the man fucking into you beside you. You couldn't help yourself, you wanted to feel all of him, and it wasn't like the two of you would ever do this again, anyway.

You met him in a sloppy kiss, lips covered slickly and teeth colliding every now and then. It was painfully passionate, kissing while you felt him inside.

His free hand rushed to your sore clit, rubbing harsh circles into it. You broke the kiss and whimpered nothing but affirmations.

All you could comprehend was Doflamingo's huge body ramming into your own, making you see stars. You didn't think about how loud you were, you didn't think how Rosinante's room was right beside yours, you didn't think how you were yelling Doflamingo's nickname, such a thing only close allies could call him.

No, you didn't think of it at all.

All you felt was white hot pleasure while his full lips crashed into yours, his hands were of an expert surgeon, tweaking and pinching all over your body.

Finally you could push that oversized rock over that damned cliff. You felt as if you were free falling from such a high distance, hands running through the creamy clouds.

"Ahh, Doffy..!" You screamed, tightening around him impossibly while bumping your head against the sink, feeling every muscle in your body become useless.

Your juices soaked him, making it easier to slip in and out of you. A strangled groan left him after feeling your soft flesh squeeze him ever so tightly. He couldn't hang on much longer, feeling his high quickly approaching.

Many curses left Doflamingo, quickly unsheathing himself from within your warmth to release thick white ribbons onto your back.

"You should clean yourself up." He said, smiling widely, knowing full well you could no longer walk properly.

A frown settled onto your lips, your eyebrows furrowing. You wanted to turn and glare at him, but alas, after practically having your body wrecked by a huge man, it wasn't possible.

"Ass." You mumbled.

He laughed, amused at your courage to say such a thing to him.

You held on to the edges of the sink to make your way to the shower. It was as if you didn't know how to swim, holding onto the corners of the pool to support you.

You felt an arm support your deadweight, assisting you to the shower.

"Looks like I'll have to help you further." He grinned.

Needless to say, you could no longer walk around as much as you liked for the next week.

[owaowabetch]

Minecraft Part 2 (Sykkuno x F!Reader)

Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? at this point probs): Chaos in the server, Will a deal entice you to become part of the comfy cartel? Or will you resist the temptation of the deal and side with the resistance? Friendship and a lil romance (oohhh things are starting to heat up)

Warning:Non beta (cuz we baddies purr); part of Uh-oh & Impasta

You had been streaming Minecraft for about 4 hours when you decided to end it for a small meal break. Though ending stream didn’t stop you from continuing playing with your friends. Unfortunately, Sykkuno had not been on while you were streaming, since you did so quite earlier than usual, but you wanted to remodel your minecraft home; turning the once pink wooden home to a white quartz block using the obscene amount of quartz that Jae gifted you as to entice you to join his faction in the sever. It was a nice bribe gift, but you have yet to align yourself with the ressistance or the comfy cartel. 

So, while gettin gifted quartz blocks was nice, hearing that Toast gave Lily a gun enticed you more.But you doubt Toast’s whole character arc will entrust you with one. You maybe be living with his ‘right-hand’ man, but he seems to be slowly on a downward spiral. Kind of like a crazy wacky scientist- he’s doofenshmirtz. 

Anyways you had completed the finishing touches on your remodeled, when you saw in the little chat that Sykkuno was on. “ OH!OH!OH! SYKKUNO!”

You were excited to show him the newly made house. The house was three levels to your house, but you’re mostly wanna show him the basement area.

You saw the iconic teal shirt paired with the green stripped scarf boxy figure making their way towards you. You emoted the cheering pose and happily called out to him “Hi Sykkuno!” 

“Hey, Y/n!” He cheered back coming closer “I have something for you!” 

You start jumping up and down “Present!” You like getting free things, especially if it comes from someone you like....as a friend of course. Yup yup, just as a friend. As, he stood in front of you he laughed “What are you doing?” watching your character wave their arms around

You laughed back at him “Just happy to see you!”

“Well, I’m always happy to see you!” Sykkuno chirps out and adds on with a slight stutter “C-cause we’re friends! I’m always happy to see such a great friend!”

Feeling the high of him telling you how he was always happy to see you was crushed by him reminding you that friends is all that you both may only ever be. So with the disappointment lingering and the excitement wearing off, you just mutter a reply back. “Yes! The bestest of friends!”

“Yup, yup. Anyways have some water mills” He throws some black blocks with blue markings on them “Follow me!” You both ran near your home “Claim this bit of land” and you did so. “Now, dig like a 3 by 6 hole and place two water mills close to each corner and one in the middle bottom”(1). You followed his instructions “Ok, so im just gunna place the water” You watched him do so “Ok! I think it’s all good and ready to go!”

You crouch and inch around the hole “What is it?”

“Ok well you know how I got you that green lasso that has you swinging and jumping all over the place with the slime boots?” Sykkuno asks crounching up right beside you 

“Yea yea!” You crouch and uncrouch in circles around him

“Well I have something even better!” He cheers “Eh” he grunts and throws a ring on the floor. You awe and oh as you put the ring in your hot bar “How cute! It has little wings on it!” 

“Yea! It’s a special ring” Sykkuno tells you 

“Special ring?...Are you proposing to me! OMG Sykkuno” You joke 

“Wah?” Spluttering out in confusion but deciding to play along “I mean are you accepting?”

You laugh “Woah, Sy! How bold of you sir”

He giggles back to you before teaching you how and where to put the ring. “OK do you have it on?”

You jump up and down in response allowing the slime boots to spring you up higher. “Yup Yup”

“Ok so, why don’t you take off your slime boots and then press the space bar” He jumps up and down, which you do. You gasp as you are lifted into the air “Sy! Look! Im flying!!” He is in the air next to you “I can see! Cause I am also flying!”

“How are we doing this! This is so fucking cool!” You laugh as you start moving around in the air “WAIT! Are you streaming? I’m so sorry!”

He laughs as he starts following you around in the air “It’s fine, but the ring I gave you is an angel ring. As long as your wearing it, then you can just fly around”

“Wow! Thanks Sykkuno!” You cheer and you walk around in the air “Clean! Clean!” 

“Yea, Of Course! It’ll be alot easier for you to get to places faster” He explains once more “Now, my chat has been going crazy and telling me that you redid our house?”

Excitement lit through you as you were ready to show him the remodeling works that you’ve done “Yes! I did! I’m so excited to show you” You move your camera out of first person and notice your character wearing a pair of white wings on your back “Oh my god! Sykkuno! I didn’t know that there was actual wings that appear on your lil person!”

“uh yea! I didn’t know if you wanted to have or not, cause mine are invisible” Sykkuno says flying next to you as you make the short distance back to your home “but i remembered you saying that you wanted to buy fairy wings. I could’ve made them pink to look like them, but i thought the white ones would suit you better”

“Cause i’m such an angel?” You tease as you reached your front door

“Well uh you are um a nice person” Hearing the shyness in his tone made you think that he was being sincere and it made you blush “Thank you Sykkuno, you’re one of the best people i know!”

He clears his throat “uh well um, look we made it!” trying to divert the conversation away from the compliments. You made a mental note to yourself to compliment him more, so that his confidence rises up and he no longer shies away from them.

“Yup!” You open the door “come on in!” He oh’ed as he came in, seeing the kitchen area first “As you can see Sy and chat, I have created a kitchen with actual fucking oven and fridge! How crazy is that! These mods are cool!”

“So, yeah! Kitchen area, though I doubt we’ll use it” You comment

“Wow! a fridge! Neat!” He opened the fridge and looked at the decor of other kitchen appliances 

You laugh at his wording “ Yup! and this is our living room slash library” leading him further into the house and showing him the sitting area with a bunch of bookcases surrounding the fake chairs “and right next to this is the ‘dining room’ where more seats were placed with a table and a cute flower in a pot atop the table. “So, yea this is the first floor!” 

“This is cool! Oh! it’s [y/f/flower] on the table” He notes and you nod feeling your cheeks flush a bit before admitting “of course! It’s actually the flower you gave me on our first day...”

“thats, thats really cool that you kept it” Sykkuno replies and there is a bit of silence between the two of you. Not awkward but almost in a content kind of way. Peaceful if you will. 

“Ok! Now lets head upstairs! It’s where we sleep!” You say walking up the stairs showing him the green beds placed next to each other “I didn’t know if you wanted to sleep next to each other again, but i did it anyways lol” 

He walked around the room and admired the little decor spread around the walls and opened chests in the room. He laughed awkwardly “it’s fine, it’s just a respawn point so its no biggie!”

“Yea to sleepovers!” You cheer 

Clearing his throat he noted how much he liked the room, causing you to smile and thank him “But i know what you’ve been wanting to see the most!”

“What do you mean?” He questioned and looked at you 

“The basement! Dun Dun DUN!” You jump at him scooting him down the stairs

He laughed in disbelief “What was that? Did you just hit me?”

“Nope” Emphasizing the p “ I just jumped at you which caused you to go down the stairs! I could never hurt you Sy!”

“Well I could never hurt you too” He mutters back and you pouted at how cute his response was

“Oh! You could just make your way down there! I forgot that Jae wanted me to give him some quartz back!” You gasp remembering what Jae had told you

“What do you mean?” His character looks back at you

And you look back at his and think “hmmm I don’t know if I should snitch or not, but Jae gave me an obsence amount of quartz blocks to build the house! I knew it was a little hard for you to get some, so he offered to give me some”

He hummed back “I see....” 

You noted how the atmosphere tensed for a split moment until Sykkuno happily noted that it was nice of him to give you something he couldn’t, but it sounded a bit off to you. Though you didn’t pay much attention to that since you didn’t want to reveal the resistance, as you have yet to align yourself with any of the two factions, well soon to be three since you believe that Sydney is doing some witchy stuff.

“Well, why don’t you go do that while I check the basement and give something to toast really quick!” He tells you 

“Ok!” You reply back to him rifling through your chests to find the remaining the blocks to give to Jae “I’ll see you in a bit, maybe toast too!”

With that you made your way back to Jae to hand him the quartz back, though it was quite an ordeal since he made a whole rant on how evil the comfy cartel were and how you should join them and become a spy cause apparently Toast is planning on doing something that could affect the entire server....

So you just ignored all of that and made your way back home, to have Toast and Sykkuno greet you at the front door.

“Hey guys! Im back” You cheer at them

“What did Jae want huh?!?!” Toast immediately questions you “Did you tell him any of our business huh? Should we be trusting you huh? huh? HUH!?!”

“Whoa Toast” You back up as he was getting all up in your face

“Wow Toast, are you okay?” Sykkuno places himself between you two 

“Im doing just fine” Toast answers back and you notice his full gear armor “Just wanted to know if we have a rat here”

You tsk “wow Toast, I see how it is. I see. By the way you look like a Power Rangers villan, just sayin”

He takes out his gun and points it at you “Well you won’t be sayin much Motherfucka!”

“I won’t say anything at all if you give me a gun to join the comfy cartel” You hit Sykkuno away and hear him utter an ow “Cause I don’t have an allegiance with anyone at the moment. So I’m a free agent and I can talk to whoever whenever” Throwing his words back at him and implying that you can speak to anyone without repercussions.

“AH right you are not part of the comfy cartel yet” He nods to himself “Well I wont give you a gun to join the group cause frankly I know that you’ll just shoot me”

You sigh “Then i’-”

“Instead!” He interrupts you “I’ll give you something better!” 

You pout “but i wanna cap a bitch”

“Instead of cappin’ you’ll be rackin’ cause you’re gunna have to collect taxes from people and in exchange you get the left hand of my right hand” He moves closer to you, that statement throw you through a loop ‘left hand?right hand?’. You were confusion. “Capiche?”

“What do you mean?” You question and he evil laughs and hits sykkuno.

“Wha? What was that Toast” Sykkuno also confused as to why Toast hit him and what Toast meant.

“I’m saying that you can have Sykkuno!” He evil laughs once more 

Sykkuno splutters “Wha? What do you mean Toast?!?!”

You were shocked at what he said. Giving you Sykkuno? “What do you mean?”

“You can marry Sykkuno” He repeats himself once more “You are both important to each other, why else live together? This way I’m keeping you both in check” and once again with the evil laughter

‘I’m glad im not streaming otherwise some of the more entitled fangirls would 100% send hate comments to me’ you think to yourself

You hum “Will I still get a gun?”

“Only if you can become my number one marksmen and execute the people I tell you too” He offers you

“Deal” You nod to yourself 

“Wha? [Y/N]?” Sykkuno sputters out “You’re ok with this?” and nodding to yourself you reply with a yes and asks him if he is also “Well I- uh I” he continues to laugh awkwardly “I mean uh sure?”

“Neat!” You reply throwing a diamond at him “Here’s your dowry lol”

Though before another conversation could happen Toast butts in once more “This was a test and you both passed” and throws a gun at you “Here take this one, prove yourself and I’ll get you a better one”

You put the gun in your hot bar and place it in your hand. “Clean!” You start point it in different directions “Thanks! Toast!”

“Don’t betray me or else you gets the hose!” He starts walking backwards then comes back up to you “Oh, also your target is Leslie, be sure to collect her taxes before killing her.” Walking backwards once more before coming back “Oh Sykkuno hand me the diamond [y/n] gave you.” He does so “Ok that’ll be your last tax payment until I have you look for materials for a special project” He evil laughs as he flies away

“OK! Great talk!” You call out and emote the happy one, with your arms lifted up and shaking about “Awesome! I get a gun muahahahaha!”

You hear Sykkuno clear his throat “so uh, you were ok with marrying me?”

“Yea! so were you!” You say as you move you camera around trying to find a good angle to see it properly

“Because you were!” He replies back and that took you aback a bit as you didn’t realize how uncomfortable it may have been for him.

“Well you didn’t have too if you didn’t want to” You felt a bit embarrassed at the fact that he did it because you wanted to but not he himself personally

“Wha, well I didn’t think you were being serious” Once again laughing awkwardly “Cause you know girls aren’t in- OW”

You shot him with the gun in annoyance.

‘Bitches are into you Sykkuno’ You screamed in your head ‘I‘M BITCHES!’

 Author’s Note:

Side Note 1 - I dont know if this is correct lol

No cap but i had written half of this like 3 days after writing Part 1 but I got lazy lmao sorry! Also this is gunna be a slowburn story cuz lets be real our smol bean and all of our asses are awkward as hell and kind insecure in the romantic aspect, so realistically it would not be fast paced.

So here it is Minecraft pt.2/4

Tags: @sushiims

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Out of My League [Part 1]

Pairing: High school!Spencer Reid x Popular!Reader

Word count: 3.7k (god i don’t shut up do i)

Summary: Spencer begins tutoring you in chemistry, and the two of you bond (I would say no pun intended but fuck it that was GOOD so I’ll say pun intended)

Warning(s): Mentions of bullying, mental illness, some swearing, I made one joke about herpes??? sorry if thats a sore spot with anyone, light angst and pining, Reader POV

Author’s Note: Here it is, folks!! The first official part! I’ so grateful for all the feedback I got on the prologue, I’m glad y’all are liking it, I hope you like this part just as much!! Next part I’m gonna have some baby spencer, and by that I mean whole ass adult spencer that just looks baby

[Previous Part] [Series Masterlist]

You absolutely despised chemistry. It’s boring. It’s simultaneously stupid and ridiculously complicated. You weren’t dumb, you were a decent student in all your other classes, but science was never your strong suit. You preferred literature over litmus paper any day. Unfortunately, your failing grade was bringing down your entire GPA, just below the requirement for you to stay on the cheerleading squad. Your coach recommended you get a tutor, or else you were off the team. So you went to the library to see the peer tutoring program, and all of them were booked. The next best thing would be the kid genius in your class. He was probably a better first choice, honestly, but you figured he’d be booked with other students too.

He wasn’t like other kids in your class, not just because he actually cared and was a good student, he was also twelve years old. The kid was a prodigy. He was bullied a lot because of this because no one really understood him. That’s probably why he looked so terrified when you approached him after class one day.

“Hey, Spencer!”

His eyes grew wide as he stared back at you, saying nothing.

“I was just wondering if you were available for tutoring?”

“Oh, uh, um, y-yeah, in chemistry?”

“Yeah, what are your rates like? Like say we do an hour every other day, how much would that be?”

“Oh! N-no charge.”

“Really?”

“The first couple of sessions can be a trial run, I don’t want your money if you’re not benefiting from it.”

That made you smile, this kid was so nice and you just wished that people actually cared about that instead of the dumb shit they bullied him for. Sure, he was skinny and short and dorky and you know, a literal twelve-year-old boy, but if someone would take time to know him, they’d see he’s a good kid.

“That’s sweet of you, but I don’t wanna waste your time if you have other students.”

“I don’t, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Great! Are you free after school today?”

He nodded and avoided all eye contact before scurrying out of the room to his next class.

~~~

You met up later in the library. You greeted each other politely with simple hi’s and hey’s and nothing more. Then it was time to pour over your books for an hour and try to force the puzzle pieces into place and hope something finally clicked. Balancing molecular equations physically hurt. Just when you thought you got it all right, Spencer reminded you that you still had to balance the oxygen, which was always bonded with something else, which threw off the whole equation. Every time you made a mistake you just let out a groan and set your head on the table.

“It’s a lot of math, a lot of people have a hard time with it, don’t feel bad.”

“I’m so fucking stupid.”

“You’re not! It’s an easy mistake.”

“You don’t make mistakes like that.”

“That’s because I’ve been taking advanced math classes for the past two years, I’m good at this stuff.”

“You’re good at everything, you're a literal genius.”

“There are people who aren’t geniuses who are good at this sort of thing, just look at Johnny Abrams in our class. He answers every question Mrs. Gustin asks and I once saw him put his backpack on his car’s roof and start driving ‘cuz he forgot it was there. He’s just been practicing. That’s why we’re here, right?”

He always reassured you. Always told you that you weren’t stupid. You weren’t dumb. He always smiled when you got questions right and told you you were doing a good job. When your hour was up, you said goodbye and went home. 

Spencer’s mini lectures aside, most of your sessions were sparse in the conversation department. The first time he went off on a side about some chemistry facts, you couldn’t keep up. You just sat there, jaw hanging while he went into detail about saponification, which wasn’t even in this lesson.

“Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“Did we learn that in class? Cuz if we did, I’m screwed.”

“No, not yet at least.”

“How do you just… know that?”

Spencer avoided your eyes once again, something he did more than spouting random facts, “I read a lot.”

That’s how it happened the first time. All it took was you asking one question about different types of reactions for him to launch into another spiel. You figured you’d have to know it at some point, so you started writing down whatever you could catch from his fast-paced speech, taking notes in bullet points.

“And that-- Oh. Y-You don’t need to do that, that’s not even on the curriculum.”

“Well, I gotta keep up with you somehow, right?” You glanced up from your page and flashed an almost challenging smirk as you saw him stifle a smile as he avoided all eye contact with you, as per usual. He then cleared his throat and got back to the actually assigned chapter.

The more he went off on tangents, the more he realized you weren’t stopping him. He was actually able to make chemistry sound interesting to you, which is strange, but it was easier to understand through how he explained it all. Something told you that he wasn’t used to having someone listen to what he said, because he just lit up when he talked about this stuff. He was clearly passionate about it, so why would you make him feel bad about it? He always apologized, but you always reassured him it was no big deal. 

You didn’t know it at the time, but the kid was falling hard. This pretty, older girl was paying attention to him and didn’t think he was annoying? The bar may have been on the floor for young Spencer, but you were perfect to him. Eventually, he was able to look you in the eyes when you spoke to one another, he even smiled at you when you joked with him. That was another thing: you joked with one another now. You both warmed up to one another as your sessions continued. You said hi to each other in the hallways, you ruffled his hair as a greeting, he accepted your high-five requests every time you got something right.

You still didn’t talk outside of class much, which is why he was caught so far off guard by you calling his name from across the cafeteria as you approached his table.

“Hey, dude! Is it cool if we squeeze in an extra session today? I got a test tomorrow.”

“Y-Yeah, no problem, but, uh, it’s Thursday. Don’t you have practice after school?”

You did. And you had to be there because you had a competition this weekend.

“Yeah, I was wondering if we could meet after?”

“When does it end?”

“Five.”

“Library closes at four.”

“I know, but would it be too much of a hassle if I just… Pick you up tonight and we head back to my house to study?”

You could physically see his brain shut down in his eyes. After he realized he needed to respond, he picked his jaw up off the floor and gulped hard.

“Or you can stay after and hang out at practice and I can just drive you home?”

“Y-Yeah, um, yeah, tha-that works, I can, uh, yeah, we can do that.”

Spencer brought his books and homework and tried his hardest to not make it obvious he was staring at you while you danced. You looked like you were having so much fun and he loved seeing you happy and smiling with your friends like that, it was hard for him to look away and focus long enough to read a sentence, which is saying something, considering it does not take him long to read a sentence. 

After practice wrapped up, you told him to go wait by your car while you changed out of your uniform. The girls in the locker room were talking just as loudly as always, only this time, it was about something you actually cared about hearing.

“I mean, really, what was that little creep doing watching us today?” You heard one girl sneer.

“So fucking gross, I don’t wanna know where his prepubescent head was.” Another girl laughed.

You had to step in. You had to say something.

“I’m his ride home. He’s my chemistry tutor and I have a test tomorrow, so back off the kid, he didn’t do shit to you anyway.”

The squad learned to watch their mouths around you after that.

~~~

The neon glow of the golden arches shone through your car’s windows as you pulled into the McDonald’s drive-thru line.

“This isn’t your house,” noted Spencer, sounding confused.

You grinned, “Oh, shit… no way! Wow! I’m so glad my tutor is a genius! I would have never guessed this was not my family home!”

He let himself laugh for a moment, “Okay, okay, fine. Why are we here?”

“Uh… to get food? Duh.”

“But what about your food at home?”

“My mom’s visiting my dad, he works in D.C., and I haven’t gotten a chance to go grocery shopping this week, so I can’t cook for you. What do you want?”

“You don’t have to get me anything.”

“No, I insist, it’s almost dinner time. Lemme get you something. As a thank you for squeezing in an extra cramming sesh?”

“It’s fine! Really.”

“Hey, Reid, come on,” you attempt to stifle a stupid giggle as you gesture to the rather large window displaying the playroom inside, “you are a guest in my home!”

Spencer shakes his head and chuckles, but doesn’t dare let you think he found you funny, “I’ll have chicken nuggets.”

“Happy meal?”

He tried to look offended at your clarification, but he quickly dropped the facade, “Yes. Extra fries, please.”

“Of course, buddy.” You pulled up further to the ordering station, catching a glimpse at the menu and the ads they had displayed on it, “Oh no way! They have Strawberry Shortcake toys! I used to collect those when I was a kid!”

Spencer saw the look on your face and couldn’t help but smile at your childlike excitement, “Do you want my happy meal toy?”

You bit your lip and hesitated before throwing all shame to the wind and saying yes. Because it was Spencer. He got excited over chemistry, he had no right to judge you on your old Strawberry Shortcake doll collection.

After you got your food, you drove back to your house, and you ate together at your kitchen island while Spencer quizzed you on the last chapter. He had asked you eighteen questions so far, and you had answered all of them correctly. 

“Okay, this last one is for the Strawberry Shortcake--”

“Her name is Orange Blossom.”

“Whatever, this last one is for the Orange Blossom toy: Which type of reaction is represented by this equation?” He showed you his notebook where he had written a molecular equation.

“Substitution.”

“Correct! Now balance it.”

Your shoulders slouched as the pride drained from your body.

“Please don’t make me.”

“This is going to be on the test, Y/N, you have to know it.”

“What’s one wrong question, really?”

“You and I both know she’s not going to put just one balancing question on the test.”

“Fine.” You grumbled, grabbing a pencil and sliding his notebook closer to you. You worked it out after a few minutes, but everything looked right, and judging by Spencer’s proud grin, everything was.

He reached for the figurine, still in the plastic bag, and handed it to you, “You’re gonna do great tomorrow, Y/N.”

You took Orange Blossom from his hands and danced around the kitchen with it, overwhelmed with the sudden feeling of confidence you gained from nailing this practice session. You heard Spencer’s small laugh from behind you, causing you to turn around and face the boy as he lovingly mocked you.

Studying at your place became a regular thing after that, even when your mom was home. She loved him. She always invited him for dinner if she was home. He rarely took her up on the offer, but it was nice having him around the house with you. Study sessions turned into just plain hanging out. You spent more time bonding over Doctor Who than chemistry some nights, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

~~~

When Alexa Lisben invited him to meet her at the football field you were skeptical. You had good reason to be. She was never very nice to you or Spencer. You were able to be civil with her for the sake of the cheerleading squad, but something about her just didn’t sit right with you. You tried to warn him, but he wouldn’t listen. He seemed offended at the notion that Alexa would do something horrible to him. How dare you imply that the only reason someone would be interested in him would be to pull a fucked up prank?

“I’m not like you, Y/N, I don’t have a line of people waiting around for a date, no one’s ever had a crush on me before, and-and now that someone other than you is being nice to me, you’re telling me that they have some sort of ulterior motive?”

“Spencer. I know these girls, I’ve seen the guys they go for--”

“And I’m not like them?”

“No! You’re a sweet kid, you’re nothing like those guys and they’re gonna take advantage of that.”

“I really wish everyone would stop saying I’m just a kid!”

“You’re not! That came out wrong--”

“Listen, Y/N, I’m going whether you want me to or not, so if you really want to keep babying me, by all means, stay after and wait with me.”

“I don’t wanna baby you!”

“So stop it!”

You didn’t want to fight with him anymore, you weren’t his mother. “Ok, Spencer, fine. I’m sorry. You should go. How about you meet me in the library after and you can tell me all about it over McDonald’s? My treat.”

He warmed up and agreed.

So you waited in the library until four, and then you started to get worried. You went to grab something from your gym locker before you left to look for him and heard some girls from the squad gossiping about “the little dork.” Your blood started to boil as you heard the way they talked about Spencer. Your jaw only clenched harder as you recognized one of the girls’ voices as Alexa Lisben’s.

You poked your head around the lockers that divided the aisles and tried to manage a calm voice, “Hey Alexa? Spencer actually said he was meeting up with you today, do you know where he is?”

She just laughed and said, “I can’t believe you actually care about that loser.”

“He’s my friend.” All attempts to remain level-headed were tossed aside, “Where the fuck is he, what did you do to him?”

You could feel yourself starting to cry. It’s your fault, you weren’t there, you tried to warn him, but now you don’t know where he is or what he’s thinking or--

“Check the field.”

You sprinted out to the football field and saw him stripped down to his briefs, blindfolded, and tied to a goal post. You could kill Alexa. You actually considered turning right around and unleashing hell on that locker room, but your friend needed help. He was crying so hard he didn’t hear you coming until you called his name. You immediately went to untie him and grab his clothes from the fence beside him.

“You were right.” He sniffled, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m not mad, I’m sorry, I should have been there, I could have helped you--”

“No, you couldn’t. There were too many people.”

“How many were there? Who did this?”

“Y/N, please--”

“No, Spencer, tell me what happened.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it!”

You know when to stop, so you just shut your mouth while he got dressed, “Get in the car, I’m taking you home.”

You didn’t say a word to him as he buckled his seatbelt and you could tell he appreciated it. You just drove to McDonald’s and got him his usual. You parked in the parking lot and ate your food in almost silence, save for the radio in the background.

“You don’t have to tell me what exactly happened, you could pretend none of this ever happened, I won’t mind, it’s okay, but I just need you to know, Spencer, say the word and she’s dead. I have so much dirt on her, you have no idea, I can destroy her.”

“Don’t.”

“Okay, I won’t. At least give me names. I will personally make sure none of those boys ever get a date again.”

“Y/N, please.”

“I’m serious, I’ll tell everyone they have herpes.”

“I know you are and that’s what scares me, please don’t, I don’t wanna make things worse.”

You decide to drop it because if he doesn’t wanna talk about it, he needs a distraction.

After you finish your food, you ask him “Your house or mine?”

“Yours. Please.”

You drove back to your house and got yourselves set up on the couch in front of the TV, turning on an episode of Doctor Who that you had recorded. You made him popcorn as he curled up on your couch, clutching a pillow. You were mostly quiet for the rest of the night, but when you did talk, it was to ask him a question about the show or if any of the science was accurate. It was the best you could do to keep him mind off things. Eventually, he fell asleep and you felt too bad to wake him. He got up by himself around midnight, jolting awake as if from a nightmare, and considering how the last few hours had been for him, it probably was one.

“Hey, bud, I’m here, it’s me.” You didn’t touch him, knowing he got overstimulated sometimes when he got really stressed, but he felt around for you on the couch next to him, needing to know you were really there this time. You patted his hand when it reached across the cushion for you.

“What time is it?”

“Way too late for you to be here, let’s get you home.”

He nodded, slowly rising to his feet and looking for his backpack, which you reminded him he had left in the car. Your hand hovered above his head for a moment before he lazily drifted into you as he walked. You took this as an okay to touch him, so you ruffled his hair before loosely slinging an arm around his shoulders as you guided him to your car.

The drive back to Spencer’s wasn’t too long, thankfully, because you were sure his parents would be furious with him and the kid’s been through enough today. You wanted to take all the heat without making them think you kidnapped him. The lights were still on when you pulled into the driveway. They were probably worried sick about him.

When you knocked on the door, a frantic woman with short blonde hair opened it. When she saw Spencer, she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into the house, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Who are you? What are you doing with my son?”

“He didn’t do anything wrong, Mrs. Reid. I’m Y/N, he’s been tutoring me.”

“How do you know me? Spencer, what did you tell her?” She looked at him and back at you, “Get off my property and stay away from us!”

“Mom, she’s a fr--”

“Go up to your room, don’t come out.” She didn’t sound like an angry parent reprimanding her son, she sounded almost... scared.

A million alarms were going off in your head, and you needed to try to get through to her, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, he was helping me study and we lost track of time, it’s not his fault.”

“I don’t care, I don’t know you, get off my property!”

You decided it was best not to argue, so you hurried back to your car and drove home as quickly as possible so you could shower and go to bed and pray that Spencer would be okay tonight.

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Your phone rang early the next morning. You rolled out of bed to answer it, sprinting to the hall table to take it off the stand. Checking the caller ID, you realized it was from a number you didn’t recognize. Answering it, you heard Spencer’s voice on the other side.

“Hello, this is Spencer, is Y/N home?”

“Yes, you woke me up on a Saturday morning, where else am I gonna be, kid?” Your voice was scratchy as you struggled to fight off the sleep still clawing at your throat.

“Sorry about that. I was just calling to apologize for last night.”

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”

“N-No, I’m not in trouble, I just wanted to explain why my mother was all--”

“She was worried, I get it.”

“N- she… My mother is a paranoid schizophrenic, she doesn’t do well with strangers. She doesn’t even remember what she said to you last night, she was having one of her episodes. She was just confused.”

You didn’t know how to respond. You were so shocked by his sudden revelations, you just stayed silent. You didn’t want him to think he scared you, so you had to say something. And apparently, that something was “Oh.”

“She wanted to apologize, but she’s just a bit embarrassed, so I called for her.”

“N-No, it’s okay, I…” It was suddenly so hard to say you understood because while it made sense to you, you wouldn’t fully understand what he or his mom was going through, you didn’t understand it, but Spencer didn’t seem to mind. He was just glad it didn’t bother you. After the events of yesterday, he couldn’t afford to lose you.

“Tell her I’m sorry I scared her.”

“Will do. She said you could come over so she could apologize personally and meet her if you want.”

“I’d love to. And Spence?”

You felt him take pause. You never called him that before, “Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t wanna scare you.”

“You wouldn’t scare me, dude, you can tell me anything.”

“Really?”

“I promise. I’ll see you Monday?”

Spencer nodded, but you couldn’t see him, so he spoke up through the lump in his throat, “See you Monday.”

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[bonesandthebees]

Okay so, Stars (is there another abbreviation?) I finally got to read it after waiting a whole day cuz school. I love it. I love Wilbur and Tommy’s relationship. I love how the bickering is so natural Tommy almost starts yelling even though they need to be quiet because it’s just second nature.

Also, How dare you leave Niki even though it makes total sense that you needed to leave Niki. I do have a question. Did the guards know the code to let her out? Or only Dream/Eret? Cuz that’s something they could have done, but in the heat of the moment didn’t think of. Or would it pose too much risk since they need to instantly give them a new com and after the first ends? Actually, Niki would have probably made them do that if they knew. Like she would try, so she must know they don’t, right? (for the record, I think it’s very plausibly they are so focused on getting rid of the guards they forget to let them try and free Niki)

Then, the wind. You really went, go and relive your trauma, didn’t you? But they made it. And then the tension finally catches up to them. And we get a mini fight. Which really shows the stress Wilbur is under to try and save them. Because while Tommy does provide the vital info that allows them to prepare. Wilbur is really carrying this escape and it’s very annoying when people shoot down your ideas without providing any of their own even without it being your only option. Then add trying to talk yourself into an idea while someone else is trying to talk you out of it.

Still, Tommy is stressed too, but I’m not quite sure if he can see past to older brother he looks up to to see the amount of stress he’s under. Or maybe he’s just ignoring it for comfort. Nice detail. Tommy can only use his voice when Wilbur is actively in danger. Nice touch. The anxiety rush is so big it triggers it. Or maybe it’s the motivation.

P.S. Can’t wait for Zephys IV. When that info drops, I’m making you ramble.

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SPRUCE ANONNNN hi yes i just call it stars for short

lsdkjf thank you for saying you love the crimeboys dynamic, I really am having a lot of fun playing with their dynamic here because it's different from how i've written them before. this is the first time i've written them as being blood-related and having grown up together, so it creates a slightly different dynamic between the two of them compared to when i write them as found family. not by much! but there is a bit more room there for push and pull because they have a lifetime of familiarity with each other and know exactly how far they can push the other. it's a LOT of fun for me to play around with

also to answer this question (and a lot of people who have asked it) no! the guards at niki's door did not know the code to let her out. the reason being was that on the off chance the silencing feature on the barrier glitched out or something, niki would be able to use her Voice to make them let her out. obviously they didn't want that, so to negate that risk they made sure the guards she had didn't know the codes. so even if the boys thought of that, it wouldn't have worked. obviously though they were so panicked it didnt even cross their minds to try it

yesss sometimes when escaping a life or death situation you have to relive the trauma of seeing your mom die haha... god i'm putting these boys through so much. and I had a note written to myself to make sure to include a mini fight between the boys, because they are both under a LOT of stress, especially wilbur. he was bound to snap eventually, and it's not going to be the last time that happens. logically, tommy knows wilbur has to be just as terrified and stressed as he is, but in the same way you don't want to acknowledge that your parents might not know what to do in a terrifying situation, tommy doesn't want to accept that wilbur might not know what the hell he's doing. it's easier to trust that his older brother will keep him safe and that wilbur is not two seconds away from losing his shit, because if wilbur loses his shit tommy certainly won't know what to do. so yeah he's just. he's mostly ignoring that fact for his own comfort

and yeah tommy's use of the Voice is not going to be a thing we see a lot. he's really not good at the Voice, it's just something he can do if he's really desperate which usually equates to wilbur being in danger. he hasn't magically gotten better at it, it's mostly just adrenaline and desperation

[yenafmd]

plot call.

hi homies, with the new year upon us a lot of new exciting stuff coming up i figured it was time to make a new plot call, down below i’ll mainly detail what yena’s q1 will look like and all that. please feel free to come annoy me for plotting be it by liking this post, sliding into my ims or hitting me up on d*sc*rd: winter gf goeun#5703 . i do want to preface that i am gearing up for exam season which means i may be a lil all over the place, maybe i’ll be around a lot when i’m evading studying, maybe i’ll mainly be around in very sudden bursts activity, please don’t mind me to much yes? i will try my best to get back to y’all in a timely manner and if i don’t, pls feel free to nudge me!

okay so, hot damn, q1 will be a very ??? quarter from yena

she’s been on a bit of a pink cloud ever since she was informed ab calypso having their first concerts since like the one (1) japan concert they did like a decade ago

and then dimensions decided to burst her bubble and tell her those concerts will p much the only thing they have planned for calypso

yena just straight plunges back to rock bottom, it’s not a pretty sight, she kind of got lulled into a false sense of security with two comebacks back to back and the concerts so the realization that calypso is still very much so a dying group is an Extra bitter pill to swallow

it makes her... a hot mess ngl

alcohol tw // yena will spend even a more concerning amount of time being drunk cuz we love a sexi bitch that lacks healthy coping mechanisms idk man she’s absolutely on the verge of a meltdown but trying real hard to play it off as fun party girl thangs, still, anyone that deals w drunk yena these first months of 2022 can easily tell shes a lot more emotionall volatile and being intoxicated makes her a lot more loose lipped ab how much this stuff is fucking her up

she’s also... a lot bitchier. a lot of her uglier personality traits are bound to surface for a bit, there is a lot of envy towards groups that are better off than her, not limited to dimensions artists, it definitely Hurts to look at say selene/lily/ultraviolet/candy and see how well theyre doing as well, boy groups arent spared, fuck men and how much easier being succesful comes to them

though dimensions ent will DEF feel her jealousy streak as well, esp w/ the one happy family narrative the company is pushing, if she has to film lil dms diaries things w ppl she will probably barely hold it together on camera and immediately turn bitchy/cold/annoyed as soon as they’re done

this is rlly the era for yena to ruin some of her better connections cuz she’s being a bitch okay her insecurities are eating her alive

and then march rolls around and yena is like messy bitch era OVER new phone who dis

no literally she’s giving me emotional whiplash with just how big the change in headspace and general emotional wellbeing will be for here

the second she sees rollin’ climb the charts she will be on top of the world and honestly besties idk when she’s coming back down

ofc a lot of it will be typical yena arrogance, yes she’s the hottest bitch alive, no other group is on their level, calypso relevant icons etc etc etc 

but for anyone that has like,,,, an ounce of knowledge ab Actual Yena they’re quick to pick up on the fact she’s, very much in disbelief, kind of feels like she’s in a dream

she has put a lot of work and energy and all that in calypso and for that to finally pay off is HUGE for her, it will also aid in finally stabilizing her some, making her overall less emotionally ????, a very large part of her sense of self relies hinges on this and it finally gives her a turn for the better

idk she’s super excited and just very excited to get to share these things with her friends, it will really show how there is things that have become so common to many of her friends in more succesful groups that she didn’t really get to have as part of calpyso or that if she did were very short lived

on a less positive note, anyone who she really was shitty towards during the first half of the quarter is very much allowed to retaliate and call her out on her shit, yena will try to make amends but well, it’s up to them to decide if they want that or if she broke something she can’t fix

but yes rollin’ going viral and topping the chart and all that really kicks of 2022,,, the year of nam yena,,,, and as much as she claims it’s all about her being in her nation’s it girl era, there is a lot of underlying emotional stuff underneath all of that that will also finally start to look up

things will be good, we just gotta power through the first two months first and well... good luck to anyone that’s dealing with that

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: Two women both portrayed in a monochrome color scheme of cream and brown (left) and green (right). The woman on the left has short hair and freckles, and is wearing a button-up shirt, a neckerchief with a glowing silver emblem, jeans, and a belt. There are bovine horns on the top of her head, and she has a tail and legs that resemble those of cattle. She has one hand on her hip and the other up in a clenched fist, her face wearing an enthusiastic grin. There is a cream-colored aura surrounding her, including repeating circles of various sizes. The woman on the right has dark circles under her eyes and her hair up in a ponytail. She is wearing round sunglasses on top of her head, a jacket over a t-shirt, lounge pants, and slippers. There are a set of insect antennae on her head, and an extra set of insect-like legs sprouting from her back. There is a lime green aura surrounding her, with repeated butterfly shapes in various sizes. End ID.]

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YOOOO I finally get to talk about this! See, in Cantessy, most Trainers are so in-tune with their Pokemon that under certain circumstances they are able to gain power from their Pokemon and join the battle alongside them as fighters themselves! It's called Union Battle, in kind of a reference to Kentucky's state model of "united we stand, divided we fall", and tbh I kinda forgot about the old Union Room stuff cuz I probably woulda named it something else otherwise but ~too late noowww~ XD Anyway, Union Battle is kinda similar to Dynamax in that it can be used once per battle and boosts the combatants' power for...five turns, I feel that works, and as the mechanic will turn a single battle into a double battle it'll deactivate if either fighter on the side that activated it is knocked out (in the case of the Trainer being the one knocked out, they'll just sit off to the side looking tired as the Pokemon continues to fight, and in the case of it being the Pokemon then that counts as a win).

For most Trainers doing Union Battle, their aura is just red and blue with some circle shapes--which is why I'm not drawing the player characters or Toby and Cherry like this--superbly dedicated Trainers that focus on a certain type or even has an incredibly strong connection to a particular individual Pokemon have some additional appearance changes to personalize things. In particular Tomi looks a little more bovine and Kora gets insect bits. These aren't real alterations to their physical forms, mind, just another part of the overall aura that surrounds them in this state. Also because I'm probably gonna get asked this, the Pokemon they do this with don't really change much beyond gaining the same aura and glowing eyes/mouth as their Trainer does, so I won't be making Union forms for the Pokemon. Maybe if I do another region I'll make a battle mechanic that significantly changes the Pokemon's form, hehe.

And if you've seen my refs and noticed that all the type specialists have a type emblem on them somewhere, that's why! It's also why the players, Toby, and Cherry wear those special wristbands--those are Union Bands, which help to boost a Trainer's connection to their Pokemon to the point where activating Union Battle is easier and more stable. Though it is possible for people to perform Union with their Pokemon without a catalyst if the bond is Just That Strong, and frankly all the Gym Leaders/Elite Four and the player would be among that number, using a Union Band (or other item involving a Union Emblem, some have pendants and jacket pins and whatnot) just helps to keep battles consistent.

💖🐶 Check out my pinned post for ways to support my artwork, among other things! 🐶💖

~If you like, please reblog to show your friends! Likes are appreciated, but reblogs let more people see my content! If you have something to say, feel free to give feedback in tags/comments/replies as well!~

Pokemon and related concepts © Nintendo/GameFreak Tomi Parr, Kora Midgley, Union Battle forms, the Cantessy Region, and artwork © PuppyLuver Studios

[saipng]

re7 anon, im bad with horror in general so im progressing really slowly but i genuinely thought losing hands was a re8 thing and i felt quite bad for ethan when he lost his left hand like .. he got it back but also i wish he could keep his hands. also if you don't mind me asking, why is re8 a bad game? i dont know anything about this franchise i just jumped straight into the 7th game with 0 knowledge

man oh man how i WISH you hadn’t asked that, for both our sakes. cuz now it is 5 am the day after my birth and there is no way that i am not going to go into an overtly long rant that idk if anyone will care about. but hey, you brought this upon us, so.

without spoilers, why is re8 a bad, bad game?

well, you see. that is simply because it is not a game.

it is a part of a franchise.

listen. listen here. what the hell is that supposed to mean???

there are plenty of franchised games, right. just because a game is part of a franchise, or even a sequel to another game, obviously doesn’t make it automatically bad.

the reason re8 is bad, however, is because that’s all it’s meant to be. it is a sequel and a prequel to yet another sequel. it is not a game.

because, if you look at it from the point of view of a self contained game, it is bad.

the story is all over the place. absolutely nothing is answered or explained, and only more questions are created with the promise to be explored in future games. new characters are introduced only to be very obvious sequel baiting, and absolutely none of them are explored beyond the surfacest of surface levels.

moreover, the reason for things to happen simply isn’t there. the story is so bad, the characters in canon literally cannot explain it to you. the reason is ‘just cuz’. it feels like capcom threw all of their budget into rendering every follicle on dimitrescu’s tiddies as opposed to actually creating a cohesive narrative that doesn’t fall apart at the simplest probing.

see, the reason that re7 worked and re8 doesn’t was because re7 was a GAME. any person, even a person like you, who has never heard of anything resident evil before or even cared about the franchise, could jump in and enjoy their experience with it. the horror works, the story works, the characters work. the pacing is immaculate. i’m not saying it’s a perfect game obviously, but it WORKS and it is FUN. and, for those who DO know resident evil, you get the hints and implications and the lore and even a familiar face and eventually, the dlc. it was an AMAZING reboot to the franchise.

re8 though? re8 assumes you’ve played all of resident evil games before and you’ve enjoyed them immensely and you want more and you will play again and again and again.

im not saying that a game, especially a sequel, has to be completely free of references or call backs to previous games or work alone without any previous knowledge. i mean. that’s not how sequels work.

but in the end, they’re still supposed to make sense. a game is supposed to be that - a game. doesn’t matter if it’s the first or eighth or seventeenth.

re8 feels like a weird wobbly bridge that you got across before the other side is finished building. it is awkward. it feels incomplete, stitched together from different concepts and ideas. they brought back ethan winters only to have no idea what to do with him. they introduced the lords only to be short term hype generators. they shoehorned in chris redfield because he is chris redfield and it really doesn’t matter how much he doesn’t fit.

in my humble opinion, the game needs to be at least 5 hours longer for it to actually start making sense. at LEAST.

the characters, protagonists and antagonists alike, need to actually be explored, the pacing fixed, flimsy writing tied together, map expanded, puzzles actually added in. then, it would be a better game. i don’t know about good. but definitely better.

that being said, you may be thinking. why the HELL is everyone obsessed with this trainwreck????

well, because we’re all mentally ill, that’s why.

okay, serious answer - because the less the assholes give us, the more power it gives us to project and play around. they created these extremely fun concepts and didn’t bother developing them despite the enormous potential and that pissed us all off. well, me. it pissed me off.

and, as we all know, NOTHING motivates me more than spite at this point. so me and the other content creators basically ripped the lords and ethan and rose and all the others out of capcom’s undeserving hands and said ‘okay thanks ours now’.

because dammit, resident evil village could have been SUCH a good game. the idea of it is FUN and we all love it.

the execution? perfectly terrible.

and again, i’m not saying that you’ll hate it. i think you can, and should play it (or at least watch a playthrough). and moreover, i think you’ll enjoy it. i think you’ll have fun, still. i think you’ll like it a lot, as did many others.

none of that erases the fact that it is still very much a bad, bad game.

now, i could go more into how the horror elements greatly suffered because of capcom’s desperate need to rehash re4, or just how much of re4 they actually ripped off and shoved into this game; i could talk about how ethan winters (and mia, to an extent) is a terrible character in this game and reason he works in re7; i could talk at extent why the bakers were truly scary and the lords very much arent; i could even mention all the unnecessary mechanics and how much they truly contributed jack shit to the experience.

i could, but i’m not gonna. this is long enough as it is, and i hope it all made sense, at least somewhat. i tried to not include any spoilers (as much as was possible).

and i also really hope i didn’t dissuade you from giving re8 a try.

because, like i said, it’s still fun. capcom gave us steel beams and pieces of plastic and said ‘go wild’ and we built our own playground. it’s like that post that’s like ‘this amazing new restaurant everyone talks about and you finally go there and they serve white toast bread and everyone brought their own jam’. literally that.

but it can be so good, if that’s something that you can be into !!!

oh and. this is my own personal take on the game, of course. draw your own conclusions, yada yada. but if you’re bad with horror, you’ll find this game easier to digest for sure.

anyway. periodt.😩✌️