#i fucking love this airhead ugh

[hydetheghost]

You're chasing something that cannot be chased. You know that, right? So, give up.

[jambalaya-enthusiast]

jimmy x airhead!reader whos oblivious to all of his advances pretty please with a cherry on top…..❤️❤️❤️I BEG OF YOU!!!

also i love you you’re writing is always so good UGH I LOVE YOU!

Jimmy x air-headed! reader hcs;

- he quickly picked up the fact that you're as dumb as a wall. ( bros about to have a field day w u )

- it'll start off small,just him flicking your forehead and calling you stupid.

- but then he'll start, complimenting you?? whatever compliments are,in his standard. "That uniform sure seems to fit you in the right places". And "We didn't know we got a porn star on board hahaha I'm jokingggg". There was one time he got really close and whispered in your ear "you're going to be so fun to play with". You didn't get what he meant.

- oh boy, jimmy sure could be funny huh?

- but then the incessant touching will start. you're working,and he'll suddenly pop Outta nowhere and hold you in place by your hips and just stare right into you. "Any man who fucks you is the luckiest goddamn motherfucker on this planet, oh shit i mean universe".

- he has no problem if you don't understand that he's starting to really like you,i mean you don't even have to like him back for him to get what he wants.

- he will always get what he wants, that's just how things work around in here.

[milkzoro]

need to redecorate

summary: y/n and trafalgar law are in a new relationship, but haven’t met irl yet.

cw: MDNI, smut, law being a creep, spit, slight dom!law, p in v fucking, edging

☆彡

~

he wonders how he was able to bag a girl like you. your supple skin, thick ass and thighs. he was obsessed with the way that you’re always wearing mini skirts that are just a tad too small. he love the pudge of your stomach that puffs so softly out of the hem line.

he’s here again, back at this overpriced indie coffee shop. he knows your exact order and the approximate time frame of your arrival. he is waiting for you. not to pick you up or grab a coffee with you. but to get more images for his collection.

she was so perfect ‘n bubbly he thought, needed to capture her in every moment. when you’re grocery shopping, picking up meds, soaking up some sun while you’re in your backyard. he even has some tasteful shots of you undressing.

he finally notices you leaving the coffee shop with your cup in hand and hips swaying softly.

he has a drone. he would never bring his camera out like this, not where people could see him being a freak. his best shots always came from his camera though. the harder to get the sweeter the treat he thought. but with you just running errands, this would have to do. he’s lucky to have found one small enough to just slip past your mind and not notice it.

he glides the flying camera in your direction, lining up the angles perfectly. “my angel, such ‘n airhead. how have you not found me out yet.” he sighs and takes multiple shots of your body. he absolutely cannot not wait for these photos to develop, you looked delicious.

~

he is now hanging up his prizes from the day onto his wall. carefully placing each one with a few command strips, he could never damage his works of art with a stupid tack. ugh the thought of that disgusts him. law thinks he is a famous photographer. his works should be hung up in a museum (his bedroom).

he was especially excited for tonight though. such a cute and sweet event. tonight he’d get to watch a movie with you and it was also your one month anniversary. getting to see your face on his monitor would make his day. you always looked so innocently beautiful in the setting of your pretty room. sitting there listening to him speak with your dolly eyes.

it never felt weird being in a relationship with you considering you’ve never met in person. it’s been mentioned, but somehow one of you is always unavailable. one month isn’t even that long, he thought. i’ll be ready soon, i just uhh need to ‘redecorate.’

~

“happy one month anniversary babiee!!!” you sang on the other line. oh how you looked so stunning for him. silk cami resting pretty on your neckline and no bra. you felt so cheeky. seeing the attractive man on the other side sent butterflies to your tummy. his dark features cascading in his dark room. truthfully, kinda eery but ohhh so sexy.

his face warmed up at the sight of you. smiling warmly. his golden eyes picking up beautifully in the screen of your small laptop. “y/a ya~. happy anniversary,,,, ~pookie~.” he giggles at that last part. he’s definitely picking up some your language even if he denies that he isn’t.

after assessing our options. law agreed to your suggestion. we were going to watch {MOVIE}. law had everything all set up and had the movie on pause. “you have your snacks baby?” his voice was getting crunchy in the speakers of your old computer. stupid internet. you hummed and cuddled up with your blankets waiting for him to press play.

~

“babe.”

… he didn’t hear you.

“baby.”

“hmm?” his confused little face popped into frame. “yn ya~ what’s wrong?”

you sighed whilst sitting up, meticulously propping up on your tits so he could see you better. “the movies’ so blurry. can’t i just come over~”

law could hear you loud and clear. ‘come over?’ he thought. fuck what was he going to do. he’d love nothing more than for you to come lay with him and ‘watch’ movies. there’s just a small problem, his shrines. it’s about time you two get together, he just needed to be careful.

quick calculations and possible solutions are racing through his mind. uhhh she lives about twenty ish minutes from my place,,, i think i can do something.

he hesitated before speaking, “uhhm y- yea let me send you my address.” him actually agreeing made you so happy! you finally got to see you cute boyfriend! and on our anniversary too, what a treat! cartoony hearts were practically spinning around your head.

“oh okay!! i’m just gonna grab my things ‘n i’ll come over” you blew law a quick kissy through your camera and shut off your monitor. you were so excited.

“shit- twenty minutes to ‘redecorate’, i can do this.” law is panicking.

~

your bag’s keychains jingled against your body as you made your way up to his door, wrist immediately knocking agains the wood. a few moments pass as you anticipate his presence.

when you saw him standing there in front of you you were in awe. his skin glowing under the moonlight, he looked so perfect. was he sweating?

“y/a ya~” his voice is dripping with honey. it made you feel numb. he leaned down to kiss your lips. slender fingers coming to hold you cheek. your lips met his, his taste making you feel intoxicated.

“happy anniversary pretty~ let’s get inside” he reaches for you hand and you can’t help but notice how clammy they are. awe was he nervous? teehehe such a cutie.

~

movie long forgotten, law had you pinned beneath him. eyes assaulting every inch in your body. his thin fingers moving themselves to push on the plush of your inner thighs. “you’re so soft baby~” his fingers were toying with the seams of your panties. “‘nd soo wet already huh?” his eyes flicker to your own.

“shhhiiit ahh~ mhm yes laww” you whine out, dying for a taste. seeing pictures is nowhere near comparable to the real thing. you can already see his dick in his jeans and can’t help but arch your back at your imagination.

“want to feel me baby? let me take good care of you.” he sees your eager nodding and slips you out of your your soaking panties. his fingers are fumbling as he is trying to lower his boxers and unzip his jeans. “god yes law pleaSE.” two of his fingers slip past your fold with ease. noticing your arousal he swirls his digits around, collecting your juices. fuck your so slick, he wraps his fist around his thick cock to spread your liquid. he hisses at the relief.

“gonna fuck you good doll, just say my name for me, okay?” he whines as he gets to push just a little bit past his tip “shhhiiiitttt.”

“law please baby .. haahh~ more hmm.”

you can’t help but moan at his painfully slow movements. you can see it in his face too, the way his eyes are squeezed shut, it’s easy to tell that he wants to move too, but fucking you slowww is driving the both of you insane. his rhythm is picking up causing you to drool and mutter nonsense.

he puts a finger on your mouth pressing down firm against the pad of your tounge then moves to get in between your teeth. he’s adding one more digit to your mouth before using them to try and spread your mouth.

“open your mouth yn ya~” his eyes are lust filled as you see him start to collect spit in his own. he is fucking you faster now and with each thrust and shake, you’re eager to open your mouth for him. wanting to accept any liquid he has to offer.

“such a filthy girl y/a.” he missed, just a little. his fingers come up to rub some of the saliva away. you swallowed the remaining liquid and beg for him to go deeper. “fuck y/n you want it that bad huh, haaah~ tell me,, who’s pussy ‘s this?” his hand come to lay on your neck, squeezing tightly on both sides of your windpipe. he is struggling to hear you and pulls his dick out. “speak baby~”

feeling his length suddenly go missing from your cunt has you in tears. you were so close and full, now nothing. “law fuckk baby i was gonna cu-” he cuts you off and squeezes on your neck harder. “i said whos fuckin pussy ‘s this?”

white spots are forming in the corners of your vision, too close to your orgasm to black out now so you fight to speak back to him. “ahh, it’s ‘s yours law!! fuck- only yourss~” his grip on you looses ever so slightly but still keeps his hand there.

his lips curl into a smirk as he lines you up again. his heat filling you just right, and hearing his breathy whimpers were just enough to get you there. “such a good girl for me fuckk taking me so well baby i feel you suckin me in haahh-”

his dick so perfect for your hole, leaking soo much for him. cleanching down hard, you are ready for release. “law~ fuck s-so close, please uSE ME!” he lifts your knees to hit your most sensitive spot harder. his hips working against your aching body recklessly. you could tell he was close.

“shiit just just like tha baby,, right- ahh right fuckING THERE AHHH KEEP- keep goiNG♡” you walls are contracting hard on his cock almost milking him. your legs are shaking violently as you feel your orgasm start to take control of your whole body. hearing his moans has you squirting around him.

“fuck baby where do you want me to cum?”

comeing down from your high you manage to respond to him. “come on my tits.” you pull your shirt up slightly so he could decorate your pretty breasts with his semen.

he thinks your such a dirty girl and he’s obsessed with it. he pulled his thick, dripping cock from your hole and tightly squeezed around his creamy base. fuck he looked soo good like this, you could practically see his eyes rolling back as he fucking his fist above you. glimmers of sweat beaded on his forehead has him looking so angelic, it’s making your tummy do flips again. a gasp leaves his lips as he shoots his hot load across your breasts and swollen nipples. his breaths sending shockwaves to your aching cunt. he falls down close to you and kisses your forehead.

“happy one month y/n ya~”

~

after suddenly waking up, you notice a rough edge scratching your arm. reaching in between his mattress and the box spring, you pull on the foreign object and discover it’s a loose photo. oh it’s you. you giggle. you find him so endearing and obsessive…

unfortunately for him it was a blurry one, but you had an idea. while law was asleep, fucked out, you decided to gift him something better. his polaroid was placed on his desk so you had a mini photo shoot. you took only a few, one of your tits, still somewhat crusted with his cum. and a couple of your thighs and ass. and the final touch being a lipstick kiss stain in the corner of each one. you placed the camera back in its spot and tucked away your custom pieces of art with his other photographs. he will find them eventually. teheheh you’re welcome my love xx

*& we sleep again zzz*

an: y/n is a freak

[risingsoleil]

Linzin trying for a baby and it’s taking longer to conceive than they thought it would. Tenzin soothing an anxious Lin ?

I've been really liking this idea of Lin actually being super confident that she's gonna give Tenzin airbenders.

The reason I say that is because Lin strikes me as the type of person who will do something out of spite and to prove people wrong.

"She'll never give Master Tenzin airbenders. She's a Beifong and a powerful earthbender. She'll give him 10 of them before she has 1 airbender."

Lin is like "Fuck all of you, I'm going to have 10 airbenders and 1 earthbender."

She's not gonna pop out 10+ kids just to repopulate a nation and not raise them properly. But pairing this with, "Oh you don't think I"ll be a good mom? Watch me" mentality would be sooo interesting to see more of.

So back to the ask, young Linzin gets married and Lin has incorporated motherhood into her life plan. She's hoping to have 1-2 kids within 8-10 years, and open to 3+ depending on what's happening.

She's 26 and after a year of marriage, no baby.

"It'll be fine, Lin. We'll have a baby."

"But why haven't I gotten knocked up yet? it's not like I'm 50! Maybe something is wrong with me...."

"Nothing is wrong with you, Lin."

She eyes him. "...is something wrong with you then?"

"Well, i can get checked out too. But you're stressing too much about having a baby. That's why it's not happening. We have to not try in order to get our child."

"Ugh, that's ridiculous."

"You know I'm right. So many couples conceive when they're not trying at all. Which means, we just need to enjoy loving each other and then when the time comes, our little baby will be here in no time."

"So we just enjoy fucking like rabbits without a care in the world?"

"Yes. You just need to relax and enjoy it, love."

Lin sighs.

Tenzin holds her hand. "We'll definitely have a baby, Lin. Right now it might be hard, but I'm sure our future babies are going to come into our lives so easily and quickly."

"Probably. Knowing our luck," Lin chuckles.

"Maybe it'll be twins."

Lin makes a face. "Eh, I don't know about twins, Tenzin...that might be a lot."

He kisses her cheek. "But then it'd be double the love forever."

Over time, Lin does let go of her control on conceiving a baby.

After a wildly drunken night, Lin and Tenzin have the hottest sex ever on a boat. And they're so focused on each other. Not the world, expectations, responsibilities....just Lin and Tenzin.

Not long after, Lin finds out she's pregnant.

With triplets.

Lin rolls her neck and shoulders. "I'm going to kill you, Airhead."

Hint: all 3 babies are airbenders :3

[autisticlancemcclain]

prev

———

“Keith Kogane, you magnanimous dumbass, would it kill you to ask me out like a man. Something like that.”

Hunk presses the pause button. He tucks his phone back into his pocket. He turns to Shiro, expectant, prepared.

“So,” he says.

Shiro stares at the space in front of him, fingertips pressed together and in front of his face.

“So.”

“Your brother is kind of an airhead.”

“He is indeed.”

“No offense to Keith. He has his smart moments. Probably.” Hunk’s mouth twitches. “Sorry. I said that to not be mean and then immediately thought of the whole Voltron cheer situation and laughed in my head. I promise I don’t actually think Keith is stupid.”

Shiro’s mouth twitches. He forces his face to remain neutral. It is a challenge.

“Keith refused to name his pet gecko as a child,” he shares. “He insisted the gecko would reveal its name when it was ready.”

Hunk bites his lip very hard. He looks deliberately away from Shiro.

“He was thirteen.”

The yellow paladin presses his hands to his eyes. He tries visibly hard to compose himself. He fails.

“…I see.”

“My fiancé often said he must have been born blond.”

“Boy, do I have news for you.”

Shiro raises his eyebrows. “More news than your recording of Lance processing his love?”

“There was an incident beforehand,” Hunk explains. “You know how Lance does those leg stretches sometimes? When we have agility training?”

Shiro inclines his head.

“Well, apparently last week he did them in front of Keith and Keith was so distracted he walked into a wall and broke his nose. He had to go into a healing pod.”

Truly, Shiro would love to say that he’s surprised. He’d love to say that his brother, known gay, was not so fixated on a cute boy that he walked into a whole ass wall hard enough to break his nose. He would love for that to be true.

But he knows his dumbass brother.

“Oh my God.”

“And he still isn’t picking up Lance’s hints.”

“Oh my God.”

Hunk nods, patting Shiro’s hand sympathetically. “We gotta do something, man. I can’t keep watching this.” He pauses. “Also, I really want to stop hearing about what Lance thinks about Keith’s Galra form. I really can’t hear any more talk about fangs in places fangs should not be placed. It’s not good for my mental health.”

Shiro sighs. Even he has heard Lance’s mutterings about Keith’s fangs, and Lance still gets all shy and star-struck around him. At this point it’s gotta be a human rights violation.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he promises.

———

He finds his brother in the training room, because of course he does, getting absolutely demolished by the training bot.

“You’re getting your ass kicked,” Shiro observes.

Keith grunts.

Shiro makes himself comfortable at the edge of the mat, sticking a straw in a juice pouch and sipping it leaisurely as he watches the twerp get pummelled. It’s amusing, in the way watching those test-dummy car crashes are amusing. Or videos of kids crying in fear of Santa Claus.

“Level failed,” echoes the pleasant voice of Space Siri, as Lance and Pidge have dubbed the disembodied robot voice of the training room. “Try again?”

“Fuck off,” Keith mutters to it.

Shiro stretches out and pokes him with his toe. Keith only half-heartedly tries to slice him about it.

“Somebody’s brooding.”

Evidentially deciding he would rather vent in Shiro’s direction than fall for Shiro’s transparent attempts to goad him into a fight, he flops down dramatically, stealing Shiro’s juice pouch and rudely sucking back the rest of it. Fucker.

“He’s so confusing,” he says, free arm flailing. “Just — all the time.”

Shiro politely refrains from asking him to clarify. He knows who he’s talking about.

“Hm,” he says instead, supportively. “How unfortunate for you.”

“Right!” He throws his hands up in the air, sending his bayard flying in one direction and the empty juice pouch in another. Shiro watches it go with great sadness. “One second it’s — Keith, you suck so bad, ugh, you’re such a weird dweeb. And the next it’s I’m hanging out with Coran and you’re not allowed to come and also I hate you.” He looks at Shiro expectantly. “He’s so!” He gestures vaguely. Shiro assumes it’s meant to mean something.

Shiro stares at him.

“See, to me there’s no dichotomy there,” he says slowly. “You said that as if it was two different sentiments. But in fact that was the same opinion expressed twice.”

“The tone was different,” Keith insists. “The dweeb thing is affectionate. He says it in a friendship way. I’m sure of it.”

“Friendship,” Shiro echoes.

“Exactly,” Keith agrees.

Shiro hums. He’s quite sure, now, that he is not going to explain to Keith in any words of his own how much of an oblivious dumbass he is. There is no sentence or string of sentences that Shiro can use to demonstrate just how obvious Lance is being, and how obtusely Keith is responding. He’s going to have to be clearer than that.

But. For his own amusement.

“Could you maybe explain how Lance shows his friendship to you? So I can better understand, of course.”

“Well, for starters, he says we’re enemies but always wants to pair up,” Keith says. “That’s friendship, right?”

“That’s certainly one way to put it, sure.”

“And the fact that we hang out so often.”

“Of course.”

“And the clothes stealing, of course. Lance says I have gross mullet germs but he’s always stealing my jackets, so that doesn’t add up.”

Shiro purses his lips. That is — whew. Poor Lance is in the trenches.

Keith pouts. “I just don’t get why he flips around it all the time, man. I mean, one second he’s all smiles and nudging my shoulders, and the next he’s bright red and stomping away. He’s so confusing!”

Shiro can take this no longer.

“Keith, I am going to show you something,” he says, digging his phone out of his pocket and pulling up the file Hunk sent him. “Okay?”

“…Okay,” Keith says hesitantly.

Shiro stares at him for a moment longer. Then he sighs, shoves the phone into Keith’s hands, and presses play.

The video starts shaky, audio muddled, and when it clears Lance is lying sprawled on Hunk’s bed, pillow strewn dramatically to the side.

“I just wish I could get it through his fool head that he is loved by me particularly in such a way that I want to hold hands and kiss and generally be nuisances of the affectionate kind. You know, romance,” he is saying.

Keith goes still next to him. With every passing word his jaw drops lower and lower.

“You could also ask him out like a man,” Hunk is explaining.

“Choke and die,” responds video-Lance, and then the audio cuts. Shiro puts his phone away.

“So?”

“I have to go immediately,” Keith says. He’s up and halfway out the door before Shiro can blink.

“Shower first!” he calls. “You just sweated it up with the training hot for God knows how long. Wash off before you do anything romcom-y.” Keith disappears around the corner. “Keith, do you hear me? Shower first! Keith!”

———

next

[starbabyg]

Just reread picture perfect againnnn, i love it so much.

I just think of y/n being sooooo obsessed with jack, like she is utterly enthralled with him.

They definitely are a hugeeee pda couple, his hands are always on his perfect girls hips, tummy anyway here can get his hands on.

She just constantly wants to be kissing her man, leave them alone for a second and they’re making out. Jack loves to kiss her neck, loves marking her up.

Obsessed with each other to say the least

No really!! Y/n would do anything for Jack she loves the boy so much. But as much as y/n loves Jack he loves her ten times more. He’s such a lovestruck puppy for her.

Y/n always gets a bit airheaded (I hope y’all know what I’m meaning lol) around Jack due to how much she’s obsessed with him. Like those people who are floating in the air when they smell something delicious lmfaoo.

She’s always having her arm intertwined with his, looking up at him so amorously as they walk. Jack always has to tell her to watch where she’s going cause she’s so focused on him she forgets her surroundings. She has bumped into her fair share of poles before. He thinks y/n is clumsy but it only happens around him because Jack is all she thinks about.

Honestly it’s a bit gross how much PDA y/n and Jack share. They’re the type of couple that you’ll see laughing and making out in the side alley of a bar. They don’t care who’s watching because to them they’re the only two people in the world. They show love to each other anywhere and anytime. Y/n isn’t afraid to pepper Jack’s face with kisses in front of everyone in a restaurant. And Jack will grab y/n and spin her around before pulling her into the biggest kiss ever, anywhere he thinks is romantic.

Their friends honestly hate them just a little bit. At every party the two are just up on each other. It always starts with y/n on Jack’s lap, just giggling with y/n poking his face. Then Jack whispers something in her ear, which she smiles at before hiding her face in his neck. He kisses her hair and chuckles at how bashful she gets. Later in the night the two are in a secluded hall together, y/n propped against the wall talking before Jack closes the space between them and kisses her roughly. He’s drunk enough that he needs to kiss y/n that’s how gorgeous she is to him right now. He just can’t stop kissing her, his hands roaming everywhere on her body that he can touch. If they weren’t in the hall of the party he could’ve taken her right then and there. Jack’s hands make their way up under her shirt, and y/n has to stop him before he gets too frisky. Y/n pulls him into the bathroom so they can finish what he started.

Y/n and Jack just love each other so fucking much it makes me lovesick ugh. Loved this inbox nony 🤍 Thank you for loving my fic so much it makes me so happy 🫶🏽

[yiiiikesmish]

ITS THE BEST TIME OF THE WEEK. SLOW HORSES EP 5 IS HERE.

ugh today has been awful i had two internals like an hour apart and def fucked them both so feeling incredibly drained and dead on the inside so hopefully this ep makes me feel better...

anyways... can't believe next week it the last episode of the season??? like what will i do after this??? how shall i survive??? idk but that's future me problem. enjoy my thoughts as i watch :)

you know french people... baguettes river cartwright i love you so much

wtf is this ex-CIA freak doing in the us then???? if he wanted an army cult americans literally have hundreds?? he'd hide in plain sight????

I WILL MISS U MOLLY DONT LISTEN TO THE MEAN MAN

you will literally never be able to make me skip the slow horses into credit thingy. masterpiece.

RIVERS MOTHER??? ARE WE ABOUT TO GET ANSWERS???

what the fuck did this lady do for river to stop talking to her???

CLAUDE IS GALAHAD WHAT??? FUCKING PLOT TWIST???

i love louisa. girlboss <3

omg girl just turn the fucking computer screen around.

TOUCH A HAIR ON GITIS HEAD ILL REACH THROUGH THIS SCREEN AND MURDER YOU

baby you work for an intelligence agency. why would you think there is no corruption?

i swear i'm trying to pay attention to the plot but jesus christ river is so pretty. those blue eyes the beard like he's precious and i love him so so much.

omg shut the FUCK up. WE KNOW YOU WANT TO SPEAK TO FIRST DESK.

HALLELUJA ANSWERS

he wanted to??? mate he fucking did create his little death squad. i wanna know WHY and how the daughter met frank and went yup i want.

oh i feel bad for patrice ik he's an assassin but like look at him. he's absolutely a product of his shitty circumstances and this weird dad worship thing

LMAO RODDYS BEEN TALKING TO A FUCKING BOT. HELP

you actually got quite close. stan a sassy king

NO MOLLY. wait he didn't kill her???

CLAUDE WHELEN??? WHAT IS UP WITH THIS GUY ONE SECOND I THINK HES AN AIRHEAD MEXT THING WE KNOW FRANK KNOWS HIS NAME (meaning he did something BAD) AND HES GOT SMTH TO DO W PROSTITUTES???

WHY ARE THERE NO REFLEXES??? ARE YOU NOT DOGS??? SOMEONE PLEASE GET THIS MAN OUT OF THESE CUFFS???

well shit. rivers fucked.

patrice is not killing him???? just kidnapping? oop there went the civilian

WAIT NO WHAT DO YOU MEAN THATS IT COME BACK WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON COME BACK

[sweetlovingfictionals]

Also is it just me, but here’s something I’m kinda of miffed about.

I’m looking through A03 for SIMPLE DINOSAUR SLICE OF LIFE / COMING OF AGE FICS (AKA Goodbye Volcano High) and I legitimately cannot get through ONE page that doesn’t deal with goddamn Snoot Game. I really cannot get the hype behind a game from 4Chan that literally erases a characters identity (from my understanding both ‘good endings’ erase Fang’s non-binarism). While the ‘bad endings’ are Fang’s identity still in tact.

Anon is your 4Chan Troll self insert, Trish is a heartless and unfathomable cunt the entire game, Naomi is insufferable, Naser takes abuse from Fang and everyone around them, and Reed is your stereotypical stoner / dumbass airhead character. Don’t even get me started on Sage’s erasure from the game which was actually supposed to be friends with Stella too. I would’ve preferred two friends with Sage and Rosa which would’ve given Stella more characterization and personality.

The only characters I COULD stand is Fang (which makes sense because they’re the main focus of the game so they have to be diverse and interesting, even if they are just a cunt to people instead of the reserved and passionate enby I loved in GVH),

Rosa (She feels semi-one dimensional, but my only issue is that her identity gets erased. She wasn’t even an issue in GVH either until her transition was brought up in the campfire segment, now everyone loses their shit over losing a ‘waifu’.), the only good thing to come out of Rosa in this game is at least making her POC (or should I say Dino of Color) and making her a LOT more passionate about her hobbies. That’s the only two things I actually love about Rosa in SG.

Spears (which I fucking love this guy. He comes across as slapsticky / comedy relief, but he has moments that redeem him. If it wasn’t for Spears, Anon would be JUST as insufferable as Trish, which is why I’m glad his character gets a nip in the bud early game).

I don’t mind Stella, but she’s more one dimensional too outside of Rosa (like Fang and Anon their characters fall outside of their conversations and interactions)

I get it. Anon is supposed to be your ‘character development’ trope, but I just can’t… relate to him. Like at all. Either he’s an asshole or he butters up Fang. He legit has no other character outside of Fang. Which is disappointing because I wanted him to actually make friends with the rest of the cast (aside from Trish because she’s again, a insufferable one dimension character whose only goal is to piss off Anon and be toxic) which is funny because Trish, and Reed are supposed to be best friends with Fang and their personalities literally don’t click at all with one another.

Just… how am I as a Non-Binary person supposed to relate to a Cis-White Herero insufferable twat? Like that’s mostly the reason why I don’t like anon at all. As I said before, self insert character written horribly.

That’s why I prefer Volcano High because Fang actually feels like a real character. Actually, the rest of the cast do. Trish supports and loves Fang without hostility to everyone else, Reed still can be a bro to Fang and Trish (shit we even see him give advice to them at half point way of the game). He also cheers Fang and Trish up at the end of the game and goes full on artist mode for Fang on their tour van. It goes to show how Fang ACTUALLY has friends that care about them without some sort of toxicity behind it.

If I’m being honest, from what I know of playing Snoot Game, Reed barely feels like ‘best friend’ or a character at all. And it sucks because I LOVE Reed. I wanted to like him. But he just feels… shallow, I guess? Ugh. Sorry for my rambling it’s 2:00 AM thoughts and my searching through BARELY ANY ACTUAL GVH FICS IS TICKING ME OFF.

Glad that I’m one of the very little few who don’t focus on Snoot Game at all. Problem is that nobody searches for GVH fics. If your fic doesn’t include Snoot Game, it just falls into obscurity. I’m still not deterred. I’m going to keep writing my chapters for my GVH fic even if it barely gets above 20 hits.

[ddlcpoly]

Me, Monika and Sayori are walking back from Wendy's. I was really fucking craving a burger, but I didn't have the ingredients nor the energy to make myself one. So I thought it was a good idea to invite my bozos to go on a date, MC and Yuri couldn't make it, MC was too busy being a weeb and Yuri had family game night (her moms are trying to make it a thing), so only the airhead and the prez could come.

We ate, we had a good time, then as I was reaching into my wallet to pay for my food, I noticed that I had jack shit. I think they both quickly noticed it and Monika paid for me.

Honestly I hate it, not when they do things like that, but I hate when I can't afford shit, when they have to cover my tab in order for me to hang out. Yeah, they tell me it's fine and they're cool with it, but what kind of girlfriend just let's that shit happen without a way to pay them back!? That's why I try to pay for dates whenever I can, I just can't let them do this, I can't do that to them, I can't take advatage of th-

"Natsuki?" my train of thought is interrupted by Sayori "You ok?"

I sigh "no" I mumble.

"What's wrong, precious?"

I blush a bit "I just, I! Ugh. I dunno" They let me gather my words, I explain my feelings as to why I hate when they pay for me and my frustrations about how I feel as if I'm taking advatage of them.

"Nats" Sayori quietly says, as Monika takes a breath.

"Natsuki, you don't owe us anything." Monika says, "We love spending time with you and we love being around you,"

"But-" I try to interject

"Hear me out first. Honestly I would pay you to just be around me at every waking moment," Sayori and I look at her concerned "BUT, I was getting to the but, I know it's a selfish and dumb idea." She shakes her head "The point is, we know that you can't really pay to go out constantly that often and it's fine, you don't have to 'Pay us Back' cuz a relationship is not an exchange nor a buisness deal."

"Yeah! Sayori pipes up "We all help each other get through tough situations, money problems included. Like if I had to pay you all back for helping me deal with my depression, I don't think I could in this lifetime even if I tried my hardest, we just help each other out when we need it, so please let us help you with out you beating yourself over it."

I sigh, I can't really argue with that "Yeah, I just, I dunno."

"We love you y'know?" Sayori says, I feel the blood rush to my face as I start staring downwards.

"yeah..." I respond

"Like, we're crazy for you." Monika adds to which Sayori giggles.

"Shut up." I say weakly.

"Y'know there is a way you can repay us." Monika says teasingly.

Before I can say anything they both then surprise me by kissing me in both of my cheeks at the same time.

"I, uh, hwat? Uh." I slur out as brain fizzes out.

They both giggle. I look up at them, their beautiful smiling face, it's like staring at a sky full of star. Fuck, what did I do to deserve these bozos?

[upwards-descent]

I appreciate the poll responses because they're interesting but I can't stop thinking about Astarion with a half-orc, especially because I have one rule-- well, I guess two

Gale HAS to be romanced by someone older than him, and Astarion HAS to be romanced by someone younger than him

Because I feel like their backstories and traumas would benefit from that. Gale needs guidance after his breakup with Mystra, he needs someone mature, insightful, level-headed. Meanwhile, Astarion needs to feel boundless genuine love, he needs someone to give him a reason to live and be a better person, someone who'll invigorate and excite him. Gale needs to be mentored, and Astarion needs some power/seniority in his relationship

WHICH MEANS. Like, c'mon, the vision-- Astarion with a younger, sweet, innocent, airheaded half-orc who looks at him like he's the very stars in the sky-- UGH 😭 also I need to balance out all the fucking Instathot Tavs Astarion girlies make even on a horny level, I've wanted a Bigger Bottom x Smaller Top couple as well and Astarion has to be the top for me

[magioftheseas]

Flowers Before We Dance

Written for @drwlwzine Summary: The flower she asked for was made-up, of course. Surely Sonia will realize that and come back, right? Rating: PG Warnings: Language. Saionji Hiyoko being herself. Notes: This was the soniyoko fic I wrote for the music-themed dr wlw zine. I posted it pretty late rip but I did have a good time writing it. I especially loved the illustration that went with it. You can see that on the Ao3 version! ***Alternate Ao3 Link*** Commission? Donate?

“The long flowing robes, heavy with culture and history! The vibrant colors of nature’s beauty! The elegant and esteemed kimono! To make matters even more wicked, it can be worn with everything!”

“Ugh.”

Everything about this bitch from her sparkling eyes to her cringe squealing just screamed tourist. Even now, Princess Foreigner cooed over the selection of robes, shifting through each color with pensive consideration.

“The problem is there are too many colors to choose from…even if they’re all beautiful. Maybe this resilient red?”

Then you’d look even more fucking pompous.

“Oh! Or this mellow yellow!”

That would wash you out with how pale you are.

“Perhaps! Elegant emerald!”

That’s not even emerald! It’s just green!

“Oh! Saionji-san!” Finally, it seemed the idiot noticed her. With clumps of kimono flung oh so distastefully over her arm, she enthusiastically waved with the other. “So you did decide to join me for a shopping excursion!”

“It might be fun,” Mahiru had said. “You enjoy shopping with Ibuki-chan, so just give Sonia-chan a chance, okay?”

“I have already extracted quite the intricate selection!” Sonia was already spewing word after word. She almost sounded unnatural, like she barely had a grasp on the language. “Might you come with me to help try them on? I trust your judgment above all else!”

At least she wasn’t a complete idiot, Hiyoko supposed sourly. Except Sonia took her ducking her head sullenly as a nod and was already skipping off to the changing room.

Silky blond hair bouncing, the strands shimmering even in weak store light.

(What the hell was that description?! Was her brain invaded by that shark-teethed loser?! Gross, gross, gross!)

“So gross,” she muttered as she followed after, head still down. “God, she’s gross.”

She still joined Sonia in the changing room. To make matters worse, the so-called princess was too incompetent to even tie her obi correctly. The way she stuck out her tongue in focus wasn’t the slightest bit endearing. And when she did manage a haphazard knot…

“Is this tie correct?”

“It is if you want to look like a whore,” Hiyoko snapped.

“Ooh, fantastic!” There really was no bringing down such an airhead. “Sex work is a very respectable career!”

“It’s not for a princess.” Fingers twitching, Hiyoko finally just wrestled with that offending knot to unravel the poor abused obi. “Let me fix it so that you’re proper.”

“Oh, Saionji-san,” Sonia cooed. Despite being shorter, the princess still towered above Hiyoko as she did before her growth spurt, infuriatingly radiant as always. “Thank you ever so much. You know…” She trailed off with a far too lilting sigh. “Even your fingertips emanate such grace.”

Hiyoko felt warmth blossom in her cheeks as she focused on tying the sash. Must’ve been out of anger. No other explanation.

“You’re just the pinnacle of Traditional Japanese Elegance!” Sonia went on. “I truly do admire you! Do you ever think you could share your talent with me?”

Typical of an entitled rich bitch.

“So, you want to buy me?” She makes sure the words are dripping with seething contempt. “I don’t come cheap, Princess.”

“Just some dancing lessons!” Sonia exclaimed, either oblivious or willfully ignorant.

“Haaah?” Hiyoko tightened the knot. “Do you think it’ll be that easy?”

“Not at all! But with you as a teacher, I’m willing to work as hard as it takes, Saionji-san!”

“Oh?”

“Yes! Saionji-san’s dancing is like watching flowers blossom!”

And she really did sound so earnest. So sincere. Something about that made something inside Hiyoko snap.

“I don’t even think you’re worthy of being taught.” She tightened the knot and Sonia didn’t so much as wince, which just made her angrier. “I’ll consider it if you bring me a special flower.”

“A flower?” Sonia repeated.

“A jeweled flower,” she clarified. “One that sparkles with its captured sunshine.”

“I see.” Sonia’s eyes were wide, but she nodded firmly. “Very well, then! I will bring you that flower, Saionji-san!”

Hiyoko snorted, pulling away to begrudgingly admire the princess in the kimono. It actually suited her. She didn’t look half-bad at all.

“Don’t show your face again until you do,” she muttered.

They parted ways on good terms after that, and she didn’t see Sonia at all the next day.

Or the day after that.

Nor the day after that.

Not even the week after that.

“WHERE IS SONIA-SAAAAAN?!”

“She says she’s on royal business… I guess.”

That loudmouth loser was still whining until that violent shrimp threatened him. Their naggy class rep and their naggier teacher tried their best to keep the peace but Class 77-B was and always will be a disaster. Not that Hiyoko cared.

Or that she was worried. Because she wasn’t.

“It really has been a while,” Mahiru mused worriedly. “Being a princess can be dangerous.”

Ah, yeah. Sonia had mentioned kidnappings and failed assassination attempts. Not that Hiyoko was worried. Because she wasn’t.

“Hiyoko-chan.” Mahiru fixed her with a Look that was a little worrying. “Sonia-chan told me that she was searching for a flower you told her about. Is that flower even real?”

Hiyoko tried not to squirm.

“Hiyoko-chan!” Mahiru reprimanded, voice soft but with the force of a merciless stomp. “You need to tell her the truth!”

Hiyoko pitifully opened her mouth. All that came out was a wretched groan.

“No,” Mahiru snapped, shaking her hand. “Sonia-chan could be putting herself in danger. Message her right now. You don’t have to apologize, just… Say that it was a joke.”

“She’ll give up anyway,” Hiyoko pointed out weakly. “Or someone else will tell her. It’ll be fine.”

Mahiru stared at her with disappointment, but she didn’t push it further.

For some reason, that just made Hiyoko shrink further into herself.

The next week, Hiyoko does shoot a text.

>Hey, I actually don’t need the stupid flower.

>If you really insist, I might be persuaded to give you lessons.

>So you should come back. To convince me.

She doesn’t receive a response. Maybe Sonia didn’t see it. Or forgot. Or her phone died.

Or maybe Sonia died. Maybe she’s dead already.

Hiyoko went to bed that night on an upset stomach.

The days pass, and Hiyoko’s too sick to go to class at all. She very nearly chucked her shoes at the teacher’s face and she spewed every nasty word she could think of to the class rep. Eventually, they left her alone.

Not Mahiru, though. Mahiru still sent her texts.

>>I won’t ask you to come back, but please take care of yourself, Hiyoko-chan.

Mahiru really was sweet. Unlike Hiyoko, who found herself texting Sonia whenever she got irritated.

>You really are so fucking annoying. You’re the worst for making everyone worry, especially Mahiru.

No answer. The princess’s obnoxiously cheerful profile picture didn’t say anything either.

>And I hate how obsessive you are! You act like a fucking tourist!

Still nothing.

>Also I watched those J-Dramas you kept raving about. They fucking suck. You have terrible taste.

Nothing.

>And quit being so nice to me! I’m shitty to you like, all the time!

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

>I hate you. Please come back. I really miss you.

She was sick of her room but in no mood to talk to anyone. It was early in the morning, so the classroom should be empty. She figured she might as well go to class.

No other reason.

Or so she tells herself.

And then there was…something different.

It was a bouquet of flowers, but not just any kind of flowers. Dazzling flowers that Hiyoko never could’ve imagined, with jewel-like petals that sparkled with captured sunlight. Bundled together so lovingly into a vase…right on top of her desk.

Am I being bullied?!

Mahiru wouldn’t have told anyone, but…oh fuck, that loudmouth musician had a sharp sense of hearing. That bitch would’ve told everyone. And now Hiyoko is getting bullied.

With really achingly lovely, devastatingly beautiful flowers, but…still!

Actually, Hiyoko thought as she came closer to admire them. They seem familiar. Why? I wouldn’t forget seeing flowers like this.

“Saionji-san!”

Hiyoko nearly screamed, spinning around on her heel to stare at her assailant.

Sonia was standing there. Smiling brightly, more dazzling than the flowers.

Hiyoko wanted to strangle her.

“I found the flowers you asked for, Saionji-san! They were actually native to my country, you see, so I flew over to pick them!”

Hiyoko should strangle her!

“They’re rare and difficult to find,” Sonia rambled on, all pink-cheeked and sparkly-eyed. “But after much arduous searching, I discovered a whole garden and…”

“You stupid BITCH!”

Sonia jumped, smile mercifully dropping as Hiyoko screamed.

“Do you have any IDEA how worried everyone was?! That you’d even go all this way for, for…some stupid fucking flowers! That I…!” Hiyoko nearly choked. “T-That I asked for…!”

Her cheeks were burning, and the tears wouldn’t stop running. Sonia fretted over her, but when Sonia reached out, Hiyoko snatched up her hand and yanked her along as she fled the classroom. Once they were suitably secluded behind the school, Hiyoko took a moment to catch her breath before blubbering some more.

“Y-You didn’t have to endanger yourself. I didn’t need those flowers. You could’ve…you could’ve gotten hurt, and there’s no way finding stupid weeds was so important that you couldn’t text back…!”

“I truly apologize,” Sonia said meekly. “My phone was broken during the exhibition and by the time I got it repaired and saw your texts…”

God, Hiyoko wanted to die.

“I’m so sorry for worrying you, Saionji-san.” Sonia even bowed. Her! A fucking princess! “But I still wanted to give you those flowers even if you think them unnecessary.”

“Because I asked?” Hiyoko snorted.

“Not entirely,” Sonia admitted. “Those flowers…in my culture, they’re a symbol of loyalty and devotion. I wanted to prove to you that my feelings were true.”

Oh.

“They’re actually quite popular, hence their rarity!” Sonia rambled on, only now she seemed flustered. “Especially at weddings!”

Oh…

“O-Oh my god.” Hiyoko could cry all over again. She wanted to, but she needed to keep herself from hyperventilating and she needed to calm down her damn racing heart. “I thought this was just about getting dancing lessons!”

“Dancing, too, is very romantic,” Sonia informed her sheepishly. “People dance at weddings in my country too. Is that not the case here?”

“It is!” Hiyoko sputtered. “I-It is, but it’s…it’s different!”

Sonia tilted her head. Way too wide-eyed. Way too innocent. That loudmouth coward had no place being around her, and Hiyoko will shank that creepy-ass cook if he even sniffs in her direction.

For now, she can only sigh.

“Don’t worry about it.” Playing with her hair, Hiyoko did everything she could to play it cool. “I’ll teach you how to dance, but…marriage is…something you’ll need to think about later. Like, way, way later.”

“I understand,” Sonia said, and her eyes lit up. “But may I ask if we can wear kimonos at our wedding, Saionji-san?”

Hiyoko could laugh, and not just due to amusement.

“You better figure out how to properly put one on first. And…start calling me by my name, Sonia.”

“Hiyoko-san!” Sonia chirped with such glee.

Yeah. If this was how she was to die, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

[evansbby]

Bestie, girlypop, pookie, Darling-

I- I'm in fucking shock at the latest chapter...oh.my.GOD I have no words, genuinley..oh, who am I kidding I'm GUSHING IT WAS SO CRAZY!!! anyway my thoughts:

At this point I was like "oh god if this isn't a plot twist I just need Sharon and Y/N to kiss already" cuz it was hinting that she liked reader and I was dying!!!! Like yes bbg! But also why are you so dense!?! Block these morons and confess to your now bestie!!!

Speaking of besties: Wanda. I- look I didn't really like Wanda at all from the begging she was just not a good friend and not at all a girls girl. But the shit she pulled? Ugh! Wanted to smack her and not to mention how obnoxious Curtis was and how obvious it was he was cheating!!! But I digress.

Now Ari? I wanted to get a restraining order at this point like bruh leave miss girl alone! She don't want you!! And Y/N you fucking airhead grow a backbone don't let him into your fricking dorm room!!!! I'm still Team Steve, downright, my bbg did not deserve that shit! Well...maybe a bitch slap but he still should be a better pick than Ari cuz omg. And the scream I SCRUMT- I KNEW HE FUCKED KIRA! I WAS SO RIGHT! ugh poor baby she and Sharon seriously deserve better😭😭

And Stevie overdoasing?? The dialog??? The scene description?? Someone give my girl over here a fucking academy award we got our next Jane Austen!!! (Also this was a journey to read cuz I got a super bad migrain half way and I swear I woke up in a cold sweat and just started reading again😭)

Anyway I hope Y/N picks neither, makes up with Sharon they stay besties or smooch and they all live happily ever after U>U also I Need someone to kick drop Curtis and slap Wanda. That's all, that's my take.

Hope your having the most lovley day dear!!! Already screaming over what next chapter insues!

-💌

OMGGG LOVE LETTER ANON!!! bestie thank you so much for this long amazing delicious feedback ily girlyyy (and excuse my lack of emojis, i'm on my laptop!!)

AHAHAHAHA firstly... guess what, bestie??? in the original first draft of this fic before i made cuts and edits, SHARON DID ACTUALLY KISS READER!!! so you are totally not alone with your "kiss already!!" thoughts bc i think a lot of people were right there with you!!! i had always planned for sharon to have a crush on reader, all the way back from wicked games 2 actually!! but i had to cut the kissing scene out bc it made more sense to me to have sharon secretly pining for her! and also, it would've been weird if sharon kissed reader while she was so clearly looking all hurt and vulnerable - sharon is a lot more intuitive and sensitive to those type of emotions and the last thing she would've done is kiss reader the very day after she'd been hurt so badly by steve!! so i cut it hehe BUT THAT KISS DID ORIGINALLY HAPPEN.

okay now moving on... GIRLY IT'S SO OBVIOUS YOU'RE TEAM STEVE ALL THE WAY AND DON'T LIKE ARI MWAHAHAHAHA. but i don't think reader wanted Ari to leave her alone even though that's what she kept saying. but deep down... IDK hehehe. Ari WAS very persistent this chapter, but i think he was just desperate to show reader that he'd changed. As for Steve, i know he's everyone's bbg at the moment AND HE WAS SO FUN AND INTERESTING TO WRITE in this chapter!!! also not you calling me the next jane austen AHHHHH bestie i am not worthy of that!!! but thank you! i'm lowkey very proud of the steve scenes and the descriptions and dialogue towards the end of chapter 4! so thank you for recognising that!!

AND YES WANDA AND CURTIS BOTH NEED A BITCH SLAP!

also not you waking up in a cold sweat with a migraine and just... CONTINUING TO READ?!?! THAT'S A SOLID MOOD RIGHT THERE BESTIE WE ALL BEEN THERE AKFSNDALGNAK HAHAHAH ily thank you fr for being so so supportive of me. you are truly a queen and icon of the evansbby anon roster!!! ily

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Heeeckers, that escalated! All pretense has been dropped on Lloyd's end and I am so sorry Bee has to bear his sleaziness. Yikes!

He's finally asked how old she is and he's only turned on by it, noooo. That man has no conscience.

I get the feeling that Lloyd isn't only a sadist, but also a huge masochist. He's still making himself wait to actually have her, drawing it out and torturing her as well as himself.

I am so scared of what'll happen at that club. Hazel is there and the airhead is no fucking help. Lloyd is out there calling Bee stupid when it's actually everyone around her who's a dumbass.

The last part where Bee thought to herself that she should just do as Lloyd always says and stop thinking so much broke my heart. Girl you're perfect, he's gross asshole who wants to get his dick wet and gets off on tormenting people.

Maaan, I am really nervous even though I absolutely enjoyed the smutty parts. But I know our poor Bee is not on board at all and I love her so much so I gotta keep my ovaries under control and cheer for Bumblebee to kick Lloyd's ass and sue him or something.

Lloyd is straight up showing his true colours and Bee can't handle it. She doesn't realize any tactic she takes won't work because let's face it, Bee plays too fair for Lloyd.

The fact that her age didn't deter him. Like I feel like he didn't even care and he assumed she was really young but he was just underlining the difference to further intimidate her but also his indifferent reaction said 'i don't care, i'm still going to do whatever i want'.

And this club is bad news. Hazel is just ugh. She can't even admit to herself how fucked up shit is and I assume she's just happy to see someone else suffer if she has to.

Bee, the poor thing, she can't help but maybe be right that not thinking might protect her at times. Not in terms of letting Lloyd control her but in protecting herself from active trauma.

Let's hope she can win eventually. Do I feel merciful with this fic?

[eeuni]

FUCK NEVER MIND I DIDNT SEE THE POST WHERE THEY SURPRISED YOU 😭

i am a fucking airhead 😭

i’m so sorry 💀

GIRL U ARE SO CUTE CME HERE UGH I LOVE YOU DONT WORRY BABY YOU'RE EVERYTHING!!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

[truckreincarnation]

On the Wrong Side of the Bed | Esmée Fournier | 2.2 | ATTN: Frank | Re: Alibis, Bian, Germain

Following her short outburst, she bit her tongue to get back to work once more. A scratching of her quill against paper as she seemed to be making a diagram- people were being understanding towards her. It calmed some waves, it let her settle back into the motion of seeking closure.

All until a few words catch her attention, all until a few words make the world change to static.

Perry was looking for her. And Frank pointed blame- if she was there, she could’ve done something. Was that what he was saying?

“Priceless.”

Her word is a whisper, before it breaks into a manic grin, hot tears already streaming down her face as she seems to choke on her words. Voice raising as she looks at the other across from her.

“You Wanna Fucking bring up what if’s for situations that didn’t exist. I’m bringing up a valid fucking anger because the situation where another is in a room with a dying person existed and nothing got done.” Her eyes sting with tears, rubbing frantically at her eyes as she continues to speak. “If we wanna bring up what if’s, fuckin’ go back to the time you were King and actually feed the goddamn girl. For some reason, your pissy attitude got more people on your side than the lovely participant who went outta her way to feed people out of motive. Everyday I think there’s nothing in that airhead of yours.”

“...and thank you, Germain…you too Bian.”

A pause, she knows she’s a rushing tidal wave now, but she didn’t wish to stop it. It was either the anger or the hysterical sobbing- and one was making more progress than the other. For now, she won’t apologise for how she’s barrelling forward.

“It’s not fuckin’ healing crystals, Nams. The Emerald and Sapphire had no magical properties. Pears isn’t that dumb. Whatever the two gems are, they stand out like a sore thumb. Dunno what they’re for nor why they’re there but they may be important.” A sigh, “The matter at hand - least to Nam - is a timeline Yea? Here.”

[IMAGE DESC: The numbers 10:25 - 10:40 are underlined, they are to do with timing. Underneath are very few notes. They read as follows; “Me - in the dorm til 10:36 then saw Shin, later found body. Frank in Orchard: Germain, Luz + Avery can Attest?” An arrow is then drawn with another note reading “Harriet Also there”]

“The sapphire and emerald are mostly undamaged, too.” A shake of her head, it makes no sense to her. None at all, and she hated it. 

“The point in killing Perry likely was to do with the incentive. Maybe someone saw it as an opportunity to get out of their punishment. Or maybe if we wanna say it was accidental, the incentive caused a trip up.” 

Bian’s words rung a bell. How people didn’t like Perry already, it just made her snarl. One thing about Esmée is that she was good at reflecting people in a social situation- and…for some reason, a certain someone taught her that sometimes it was easier to just let out a low animalistic growl rather than lash out. 

“Whoever fuckin’ saw this as an opportunity-” She takes a break. “Ugh…right. Those suffering with the incentive: Meili, Manami, Yuli, Germain, Theophania, Nao and Frank.” A huff. “It may be good to remember what their punishments are, too.”

[semimedieval]

a) lupus comforting the baby unicorns is so charming for all that he’s like “ugh i don’t want to be teen unicorn dad!!!” horseboy alert horseboy alert. lupus is SUCH a horseboy and furthermore the elder monoceros is also a horseboy and also of course azalea is a horsegirl. never forget this.

b) POP CULTURE CRIMES HAVE STARTED AND THEY WILL NOT END EVER AGAIN

"Howl is better,” replied Quartz. “His hair is so beautiful....” Alan scowled slightly at the mention of Howl. What was so special about some magician from a book and an anime?

the fucking implication that diana wynne jones and hayao miyazaki BOTH exist in the extranei universe. devastating. but also of course you think howl is cute you fucking fruit.

c) LOSING MY FUCKING MIND ABOUT THIS (IN A BAD WAY)

"Guys!”Spark shouted. “Happy 3 month anniversary! We've been adventurers for that long!”

the only explanation i can think of was that jack posted this on the three-month anniversary of me making the rpg gallery / uploading the project, but it does not make the crime of implying it’s ONLY BEEN THREE MONTHS forgiveable. though i guess if tozi dies in december and this is early march, this is just factual in the og timeline and transferrable to 2.0. this doesn’t make me feel any better though.

d) THEN THEY GO AROUND THE CIRCLE AND SAY HOW LONG THEY’VE ALL BEEN WITH THE GROUP AND LUPUS SAYS “THREE WEEKS” EVEN THOUGH THAT’S STRAIGHT UP TEXTUALLY WRONG”

e) screaming at this

Charlie looked down and saw....SPARK! Oh, and that other girl.

i think it is so dyke of jack to make a character for the explicit purpose of being heterosexually anime obsessed with spark, who rejects him altogether in order to hang out with her best friend and make fun of him. not the same kind of gay i was but certainly one type of gay

f) furthermore THIS is the kind of gay that i was

Quartz flicked Charlie's hand, “Hands off, unless you have her permission.” She had always considered Charlie somewhat of an airhead.

THE SPARK ADMIRERS ARE FIGHTING RED ALERT THE SPARK ADMIRERS ARE FIGHTING. i love this song. 11 year old katia believes in consent no matter how anime things get. quartz will do this like three more times as the roleplay goes on. obsessed with the quartz charlie dynamic it’s giving foo fighters and anasui from hit show jojos bizarre adventure stone ocean