#i had a LOT to say about this guy aparently

[leeyiah-is-trying]

the thing about me is that i like being a multishipper but ONLY when it comes to Pure Vanilla cookie.

But, apparently a lot of people dont understand this so i made a form of shipping chart to explain the appeal to people:

White Lily: Pure Vanilla has been in love with her since their school days, but White Lily never reciprocated and always saw him only as a friend. He confessed to her and she told him she doesn't like him, and Pure Vanilla said that it was okay and that he'd get over it. But, after White Lily disappeared that ended up becoming an almost obsessive fixation over her because he know, no matter how hard he tries, he'll never be able to get over her.

Dark Cacao: Pure Vanilla sees him as one of the very few friends he can genuinely trust and tell everything to. On the other hand, Dark Cacao is absoloutely smitten, and has been that way since the first day he saw Pure Vanilla, but, due to his inability to express his emotions properly, Dark Cacao has limited himself to watching Pure Vanilla from far away and quietly yearning until it makes him sick.

Shadow Milk: Shadow Milk cookie had convinced himself he hated Pure Vanilla but was generally very clingy and flirty towards Pure Vanilla to mess with him and somehow get a reaction out of him, this situation quickly becomes borderline obsessive. Unfortunately for Shadow Milk, after Pure Vanilla becomes Truthless Recluse, he realizes just how much he likes him. Now that Truthless Recluse plays alonng with him, joins his side, isn't as obsessed with finding the truth, Shadow Milk is ecstatic. Then, as soon as Shadow Milk finds happiness, it's just as quickly stripped away from him with Pure Vanilla's awakening. Because, as man emotions as Shadoww Milk may have for Pure Vanilla, the only thing he can feel is betreyal and hatred so he is forced to bury his emotions for his cause.

Black Raisin: Pure Vanilla admires her abilities as a warrior, and although Black Raisin has feelings for him, she purposefully buries her emotions because they only serve to get in the way of the protection of her village. After their arguement, Black Raisin is heartbroken, she expected them to always be together, but she briefly thinks that: maybe this will help me get over him! it really doesnt. Thankfully, after their reconciliation, the two remain friends but her feelings always linger.

Withces, this guy has half of the crk cast after him and the only thing he sees is his bestie from highschool (he is like phoenix wright in that sense)

[dilanmoodboards]

Loving is Much Better Than Being Right

Paring: Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels

NSFW; +18; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Bret is sick of Shawn's little games. After Shawn kisses Hunter live on Raw, he decides to do something about it.

Tags: PWP; Jelous!Bret Hart; Possessiveness; Top!Bret Hart; Bottom!Shawn Michaels; Light Angst; Praise Kink; Blow Job; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex

Notes: Aroace guy writing smut? It's more likely than you think. Also aparently I'm incapable of not writing angst into fics. English is not my first language and I'm dyslexic af, so feel free to correct anything. Comments are always welcome.

Word Count: 2,356

Bret Hart hated Shawn Michaels. He hated everything about the younger man, the way he strutted around everywhere as if he owned the place, the fact that he was getting a push from management, the way he and his friends used their influence backstage to get whatever they wanted, the way he danced around the ring and his shiny clothes full of mirrors and glitter. He was loud, obnoxious and seemed to find some sort of special pleasure in annoying Bret specifically. 

Deep down Bret always knew that a lot of his annoyance came due to his own feelings towards the blonde, feelings he would really like to ignore. 

Bret tried his best to completely ignore anything Shawn did that didn’t directly have to do with him, but tonight on Raw Shawn went too far for Bret’s liking. When he watched Michaels kiss Hemsley on the lips the moment Raw had gone back live, Bret felt that green little monster inside him rear its ugly head.  

Bret left the area around the gorilla and made his way to the locker rooms in the arena, his mind constantly replaying the kiss. Bret decided he was going to do something about it, he was going to teach Michaels a lesson. The Heartbreak Kid would learn not to play with fire.

Shawn was happy with how the show had gone, his match with Ken Shamrock had gone exactly how they planned, with all the spots being hit perfectly. He also got to piss off Vince when he kissed Hunter live, which got him into an impromptu meeting with Vince and Pat, that boiled down to Vinman chewing him out for ten minutes. It’s not like he really cared, but he really wanted to hit the showers and go back to the hotel. When he was finally able to leave the makeshift office, most people had already left. 

Once he got to the DX locker room he found a note from Hunter saying him and Jonnie had already left for the hotel. Shawn decided to shower in the arena to give the lovebirds some time for themselves. 

He was too focused rummaging through his bag for a towel and shower supplies to notice someone entering the room.

Bret watched as Shawn looked through his bag, his black and blue gear calling his attention to Shawn’s leg and butt, causing Bret to blush a little. He shook his head, if he was going to do this he needed to let go of his shy side. Bret cleared his throat to call the attention of the blonde, Shawn whipped around looking a little startled, but soon recovered and smiled at him.

“To what do I owe the honour of having the champ in my presence.” Shawn ended his little tirade with an exaggerated bow. Bret just rolled his eyes, Michaels truly had a way of pissing him off that should be commended.

 “Just came to see what Vince and Pat wanted with you, since our match is this week”. Bret answered. 

“Oh, it had nothing to do with that, Vinman was just pissed that I kissed Hunter during ‘family time’ or whatever it’s called.” Bret gave a hum, but did not make any effort to move. Shawn was getting increasingly more nervous, the last time he and the Hitman had been in a locker room alone they ended up having a fight, one that Bret had gotten the better of the blonde, and even took a little of himself with him. The bald spot in Shawn’s scalp hadn’t completely grown back yet.

After a while Bret finally said something: “That was a stupid stunt you pulled, this is a family show after all, we already have to deal with you and your little crew of degenerates running around with your stupid jokes and obscene gestures, ruining the show's reputation.”

Shawn laughed at that and started getting closer to Bret: “Me and my little crew of degenerates are the only thing keeping the Fed going and you know it very well, sorry that we don’t subscribe to your puritanical ways.”

Deep down Shawn knew that aggravating Hart wasn’t a good idea, but he couldn’t help it, ever since his relationship with Bret had turned sour he couldn’t help but want to make the older man hate him even more. If they weren’t friends, then he would make sure they would be the bitterest of enemies. That train of thought is what prompted him to say the next words.

“Why, I think you’re just jealous Hitman, but you don’t need to worry, Hunter is okay with sharing.” Shawn was now up in Bret’s personal space, their bodies almost touching. The Heartbreak Kid noticed something shift in the brunette's eyes, and prepared himself for a blow. But that never came. Instead Bret got even closer to him, effectively touching their bodies and trapping Shawn between him and the locker. 

“But I’m not.” Shawn didn’t have enough time to process what Bret had said before their lips were touching. Bret gave him enough wiggle room to allow him to escape in case he wanted to, but Shawn didn’t, kissing Bret with just as much vigour. As the kiss intensified, Bret grabbed his hair and pressed him against the locker, while Shawn started to slip Bret’s leather jacket off his shoulders. Years of pent up tension finally being released at that moment.

Once they separated to catch some air, Bret started to trail kisses along Shawn’s neck and collarbone, making the blonde whine. Bret noticed he was particularly sensitive in that area, something he filed in his mind for later, as he bit into the pulse point on Shaw’s neck. “Vince will kill you if you leave a mark” Shawn breathlessly said.

“Say it was Hunter or some ring rat. I’ll know it was me and that’s all that matters.” Shawn whined at Bret’s words, all the while the older man continued to kiss and bite almost every inch of flesh available to him. Shawn Michaels was loud, but Bret didn’t really care at the moment, anyone could walk in on them, but right now all he wanted was to draw out every single noise he could from the blonde. His ego swelling knowing he was the one that was making the Heartbreak Kid writhe and moan.

Shawn reached for Bret’s tank top, finally exposing the Hitman’s muscular and tanned chest for him to explore. When Hart finally let up on his marking of Shawn’s body, it was his turn to start kissing the expanse of Bret’s chest and stomach. Paying special attention to the older man's pecs, that always caught Shawn’s eyes. 

As Shawn went down kissing and licking the Hitman’s skin he finally reached what he was looking for. He nuzzled his face against Bret’s crotch while holding his strong thighs, and heard him let out a groan. Bret took him by the hair and they stared at each other for a moment. “Go on then, how do you and your friends say it? Suck it.” Bret said giving a slight thrust of his hips in imitation to the chopping motion DX would do after saying those words. Shawn rolled his eyes, but went for it anyway, he had waited very long for that and he didn’t need to be told twice.

He opened Bret’s jeans and fished out his dick from his underwear, the Hitman was already at full attention, with his precum dripping from the tip. Shawn licked it while staring at Bret from under his lashes, Hart let out a moan and closed his eyes. The Heartbreak kid continued to lick the entire length of Bret’s member, giving special attention to the tip.  Then without warning he swallowed his entire length without much difficulty, which earned him a moan from the man above him. After a while Shawn started bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks. Bret then started thrusting into Shawn’s mouth, accidentally choking him from time to time.

Bret was getting closer by the second, he had heard the rumours about Shawn’s ability with his mouth, but until that moment he had thought they were just rumours, right now he wasn’t so sure. When he felt his orgasm approaching he pulled the blonde off of him. Shawn looked downright sinful, with his pupils blown so wide you couldn’t see his blue eyes and his lips swollen and darkened by a mix of saliva and precum, that dripped to his chin.

Hart pulled the younger man up by his hair and kissed him, tasting himself in Shawn’s tongue. Michaels let out a whine at that, and pulled Bret closer by the shoulders. They continued to kiss as Bret backed them both up against the bench, Shawn appeared to guess what Bret was getting at, because the moment the back of his knees touched the edge of the bench he stopped the kiss and laid down on his back.

“Do you have…” Bret began to ask, but Shawn answered before he could finish: “Inside the small pocket in my bag”. While Bret grabbed the lube from Shawn’s bag, Michaels worked on getting off of his tights.

Bret put a little of the lube on his fingers and caught one of Shawn’s thighs in order to expose his entrance at which point Shawn wrapped his other leg around Bret’s waist. He started to kiss Shawn once again before slowly inserting his index finger in. He started slow, making sure his finger could move without impediment before inserting a second one and scissoring them in order to open Shawn up. “Fuck Bret… just do it already”, Shawn said between moans trying to thrust back into Bret’s fingers while using his leg as leverage to pull Bret close, but Bret just tsked and continued at a slow and agonizing pace, holding Shawn’s hips in place: “Patience, I’m in charge here. Be good, unless you want me to stop”. Shawn whined at that, but stopped protesting.

 As he continued to stretch Shawn out, he found the little bundle of nerves inside him, which earned him a surprisingly high pitched moan from the younger man underneath him. Shawn once again tried pushing his hips into Bret’s finger, but he stopped moving them completely and held the blonde by the hips. “Come on, be a good boy and behave yourself.” Bret whispered directly into Shawn’s ears, earning a shiver from him. 

After a couple more minutes Bret finally decided that was enough teasing and pulled out his fingers. Shawn whined at the empty feeling, but soon was moaning as Bret slowly sank inside him. 

Bret almost came the moment he bottomed out inside the blonde, having to give himself some time to breath. “Please Bret, move” Shawn whined with tears starting to form in his eyes, he felt like he had never been more turned on in his life. Bret couldn’t deny him any longer and started setting a slow but hard pace that seemed to hit all the right places.

“That’s it. You take me so well.” Bret rasped in Shawn’s ear. He once again started to kiss his neck and collarbone, while also pepering smaller kisses on his lips and cheeks, all while maintaining his rhythm. Shawn was down right crying from pleasure now, as every single thrust from the Hitman seemed to hit his prostate.

Shawn was pulling him in even deeper using the leg that was wrapped around his hip as leverage, while also holding onto Bret’s strong back. Bret was certain he would have scratch marks the next day. The hitman picked up his pace, going faster and harder as he approached his climax.

“Please Bret, may I come, please, please, please.” Shawn asked, which surprised Bret. But he wasn’t going to deny him when he sounded so pretty begging. 

“Good boy. Cum for me.” as he said it, Hart reached between their bodies and stroked Shawn. 

Shawn arched his back as he moaned a string of inteligible curses mixed with Bret’s name, tensing up his entire body only to fall limp a second later. Bret also couldn’t hold on much longer after feeling the effects of Shawn’s orgasm from the inside. He allowed himself to let go, his rhythm becoming erratic as he reached his own climax, falling on top of the younger man.

After finally catching his breath Bret pulled out of Shawn and slowly lowered the blonde's leg as he stepped away from him. Shawn had one arm draped across his eyes as he breathed heavily.

“Damn Hitman, if I can’t fight on saturday it’s going to be your fault.” Bret laughed at that. Of course Shawn’s first response was to make a joke. “Come on let's get you dressed, I’ll give you a lift to the hotel.” Bret helped Shawn to sit on the bench and went inside the bathroom to get something to clean them with.

After they were both dressed they made their way to Bret's rental car in silence. But surprisingly the silence felt comfortable, they had never been good with words after all. 

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” Shawn asked and Bret was almost certain he heard doubt in the Heartbreak Kid’s voice, as if he was scared to ask. “It’s just that I don’t know which room Hunter and Jonie are in and it’s late and I really…” Shawn was nervous and starting to ramble, Bret seemed to sense it and stopped him.

“Shawn you don’t need to ask, of course you can, whenever you need I’ll be here.” And Shawn wanted to believe him. But he knew the truth, Bret was leaving after Survivor Series, leaving just like Kevin, Scott and Sean had. But at least for this week he could pretend that everything was going to be okay.

That he wasn’t going to betray the one person he always wanted to be respected by, the person he had been madly in love with ever since he joined the Fed, the person he thought hated him until today.

He had a week to pretend everything was going to be alright.

[gaykarstaagforever]

Star Trek: New Voyages (previously Phase II) is now as much a nostalgic relic of the early 2000s as it ever was a nostalgic tribute to TOS. I've liked all of the ones I've seen, and I always respected the dedication these guys had to the "feel" of TOS, which they always nail, despite their obvious limitations. This project has always also benefited from being high-profile enough to attract actual Trek alums, and Hollywood industry talent that loved Trek enough to contribute.

I guess it's officially over now? Paramount turned a blind eye for years, but apparently put a stop to it around the time they decided to go all-in with New Trek. Yeah, because this noncanon largely-amateur web series was stealing viewers from Discovery.

...Though given how some old fans are, maybe it was?

Either way, they didn't bury the show. It's still all free on YouTube. There just aren't going to be any new ones. But they had from like 2004 to 2016 to produce these, and very much made good use of the time, ending up with ten episodes at a level of quality that was totally unmatched in a pre-YouTube, pre-monetization world, and is still remarkable for non-corporate fan content.

It's really hard to even review any of these, because what standard do you judge it by? Obviously it's inferior in production quality to the "real" shows, but it also puts something like the Channel Awesome movies to shame. Maybe it's like a more serious sibling to something like RLM's Space Cop? But New Voyages predates that by so much that the prosumer tech used to make it back then only makes it more impressive for that. Yet it also had scripts by DC Fontana and other professional TV writers, giving it a clear unfair advantage in that regard. It's really apples to oranges.

Suffice it to say, in 2025, New Voyages feels like a collection of really long cutscenes from a TOS FMV game made in the early 2000s, that couldn't get rights to license the actors' likenesses. Acting ability / impersonations of TOS actors range from good to good enough, sets are good but always feel as limited and confined as they were, CG is of its time and was made with a modern action-oriented sensibility, so this version of the TOS crew sure do get into a lot more dramatic and thrilling space battles than the crew did in the 60s. None of that is bad, and is in fact quite endearing, even if in a bit of an ironic way - like, TOS the real show is often pretty goofy and kinda stupid. These guys are recreating it with 2000s computers and a set they built in an abandoned Dollar store (literally). It's going to end up easy to poke fun at it, if you're so inclined, especially when TOS actors show up for cameos and you think, "Man. One of these things is not like the others. And that doesn't make the others look too good."

But again. How do you make something like this, on this budget, in this way, and not have it occasionally be overly earnest and saccharine and cringey? Most attempts at TOS fan projects like this are WAY worse about all that (there are many on YouTube; strap in). This is by far the best of them, showing a lot more restraint and attention to subtle detail than anyone could've asked for. And as for the production quality itself, I'd like to see you make an episode of Star Trek for the Internet through the 2010s that doesn't end up looking like you deinterlaced it from a Command and Conquer game.

All of which brings us to this specific New Voyages episode, "World Enough and Time".

The big draw with this one is that it costars George Takei. And I mean "costars" - he's in the whole thing. Here he plays a version of Sulu that gets transported into a pocket of time where he lives 30 years in 30 seconds, and comes out of it a violent, broken man with an adult daughter, while the TOS crew he thought were dead have effectively paused in time. He doesn't know what to do with them, they don't know what to do with him, and on top of it all, the clock is, as usual, ticking down to the ship being torn apart by unstable gravity waves.

And Takei is down for it. He isn't doing a half-hearted performance for a fan film - he is 100% into this, as if it were a legit Trek movie. Comments on the video call this possibly his best performance as Sulu. I don't know if I'd go that far, because the Sulu here is basically a Mirror Universe version of that character (aside from the opening and ending scenes). But what he's doing is a very good performance of solid, complex material. He even has a knife-fighting scene. It is the most TOS-feeling part of this mostly TOS-feeling show.

The writing is very good, which makes sense, because it's by industry veterans who are, of course, TOS fans. This is the best kind of fan fiction, where all the characters act like you know they would, down to little relationships nuances. It's not parody, it's our blorbos living the lives we know they live. Even small moments with Chekov and Uhura are basically perfect, no notes.

The rest of the cast is...well, it's hard to quantify. These are young actors of varying degrees of skill, and some are going hard to mimic the TOS originals, while others seem to be happy merely standing in as vague approximations. Uneven, to say the least. But there wasn't professional casting or professional directing, here, so what do you want? They're not technically good, but they're not technically bad, they're just what they can be, as best they can. There's really no clearer way to put it. But what they DO all manage to do is get the "vibe" of these characters right. Building on top of the good script, everyone gets the beats right, even if they're out-of-tune, to mix metaphors. Even McCoy and Scotty - the two weakest performances here, sorry guys - are still THEM. And even these two actors manage to capture the ineffable essence of these characters, even if their accents are meh and their energy is a little flat. You can still squint and see the orignal TOS actors bleeding through them. That's a frankly INSANE thing to pull off, I don't know how they managed it, and it's what makes New Voyages as good as it is. These are college kids doing impersonations of 1960s TV actors for an Internet show in 2007, and even if they're never great at it, they're still good at it.

Including the guy playing Kirk, who is Shatnering it up a bit too much. There are still many moments when he goddamn feels like Jim Goddamn Kirk - probably because Shatner himself Shatnered it up a bit too much.

My complaints about this episode, and there are several, are, again, in context of what this is and how it was made. I don't intend to go hard on people who really went above and beyond to copy a TV show - with no expertise and no money - and still kinda pulled it off? So keep that in mind, as you read this and if you watch it. They fuck up a little, but only a little.

Production-wise, I don't know what the hell the score is up to. Oh man. It never backs off for a moment. Just spreading it on as thick as possible, every moment of the show. It's a good score, but is about 10 lbs of score jammed into a 5 lbs music...bag. Whatever. You get the point. They should have toned it down and let some of these moments stand on their own. That's what the original show did, even in the Swingin' Sixties. That was still way more subtle than this.

Things in general here are a bit too gung-ho. The sound effects are mixed too loud and they probably use them too much. They're accurate, but reach a point where the entire ship is constantly buzzing and humming and clicking all the time. It's distracting. As are all the loving shots of people pressing buttons and turning dials on the (very good) sets. Yeah, you want to show it off. I get it. But again, a little of this goes a long way. We don't need to watch every member of the cast push that intercom button at some point. We get it. It looks good. Relax.

The script is also, good as it is, very much a filmed spec script. If you don't know, the first draft of a script someone writes for a show is usually written like a novella, prioritizing the story beats and character interactions, and less interested in run-time or pacing or the practicality of actually filming it. The screenplay version comes next, where the first version is shoehorned into all those shapes, while hopefully retaining most of the good, quieter stuff. This episode isn't worried about only being 45 minutes long, or how it's going to show people walking on an exploded spacehip in 1967. So everything is packed into this. Which is good, but also means it feels too long and too wordy and too reliant on crazy special effects sequences to be a "real" TOS episode. ...Which it isn't. And that's okay. But I still felt it, and you will too, and it's disorienting. Especially by the end where we've had about 4 too many melodramatic emotional scenes, and it starts bordering on parody. Spock is way too verbose and emotionally honest, here, and for no good reason. This is a Sulu story. Keep the focus on him and his daughter.

Ah, yes. Sulu's daughter. She's...a lot. Like the score. On all the time. Never, ever stops. She's joyful and gracious and happy and gleeful and curious and shines like the rays of the Sun, and not only because she's trapped in a sparkly Science Field the whole episode. She's unbearable, frankly. I get that she's the apple of Sulu's eye, and the story wants us to really feel awful when he's put in a position where he may have to sacrifice his angel to save the Enterprise. But she's not a person in this story, she's just a sentient anime puppy-kitten hybrid who literally dances in the corridor like no one is watching (except Kirk, because of course he is, and yes, he's a total dog about it). She supposedly grew up completely isolated with Sulu on the weird time planet, and he must have been the best father ever, because while he is traumatized and a little deranged, she never stops smiling until right at the end. When she's on fire. And I was very much done with her obnoxious, sickeningly-sweet ass well before that point.

It's partly the performance, but I'm sure she was written this way, so what could anyone do? As Homer Simpson found out, you can't make Poochie work, no matter how hard you try. And any time this lady isn't on screen, the other characters are asking, "Where's Alana?"

It ruined the emotional payoff for me. Even while her tearful scenes with Sulu were well-acted, I didn't care. Because this wasn't a "real" person having feelings, it was a hack trope demanding I react appropriately. Just too much. If it had all been dialed back from 11 to like 7, as it would have been in in an actual episode, it would have been really good. But here we are.

Your milage may vary. People really seem to have connected with this, and it was nominated for a Hugo or something for this. I understand why. But I was laughing at a point where I should have been crying, and that's not good.

Also the final resolution of all this, as Sulu is captain of the Excelsior in his Maroon Monster years later, is also very lame. As soon as I knew what they were planning, I told them not to do it, but as I was watching the finished episode when this happened, it happened anyway. Come on, guys. Once again, too much.

Just like the references to Shakespeare's The Tempest they almost desperately force into this. They REALLY want you to appreciate them doing that, pausing to explain it and quote lines from it and then explain it again. I got it. You're very smart. Now shut up.

Also don't do Tempest references in your scifi anymore. You're not allowed. The 60s did that because it was a new cool idea back then, but one that wasn't terribly brilliant EVEN then. Pretend you read another play. I'll still pretend that makes you look smart. We'll work it out.

Oh, and here is a pedantic technical complaint I am me so I have to point out. While the original Enterprise was voiced by Majel Barrett, as was the later Enterprise-D (and most other Starfleet ships up til recently), the Enterprise computer did not sound like the later ones. It was a 60s version of an advanced computer, so she did a corny loud robot voice and prefaced every request by saying "WORKING!", and then there were Space spinning tape deck noises. And also, it really didn't talk to the crew too much outside of people doing research at terminals, where they asked it specific questions and it would answer, like being at the terminal was what was making that work. In this episode, they actually got Majel Barrett to record new lines for it. Great. But she's doing Enterprise-D-era ship voice. And it's just randomly over a ship-wide PA. That's not right.

Yeah. I know. Into the locker. My glasses!

But hey. Besides all this, still, very good episode of a very good show. New Voyages is ALMOST good enough to be put into rotation with official Trek. Almost. If you squint. And I certainly like it more than a few actual series this franchise has shown up with at my door, sopping wet, at 3 am on a Sunday.

And that's exactly why Paramount told them to stop this now okay guys, and pays them to rent their stunning Enterprise bridge set for fan experiences. And there's world enough for that, and time.

...Did I do that right? With The Tempest? Is that how you do that? Do I look smart?

Oh! And I forgot to mention, Grace Lee Whitney has a brief cameo in this as Second Officer of the Excelsior. It's always good to see Rand as a fleet officer and not fetching gropey men coffee.

...Even if they did her dirty with this hair and make-up. Yikes.

But if the green screen is gonna look like this, we accept certain small limitations from the fan show from 2007.

[rubbership]

more incest/pedophilia idk

one thing my mom would constantly talk about and say is that sex is The Best thing ever and that once i have it i will Love it. i think i remember thinking it was like, a bit. a kid says kissing or pda is gross and parents go ohhhh but then youll meet the right person and youll love it! and it WAS like that, kind of, but it was always about sex. shed make sexual comments about the way id play or cuddle with my ex or just. me being me. i remember it really turned me off the idea of sex as a whole, i thougjt it was disgusting. im going to be very mean for a second.

i remember my mom before she became who she actually was, or my idea of her before my bubble was burst. she was like a mix of a very smart young college student and a very beautiful very hard working farm woman, i remember finding her very beautiful and very smart. I remember knowing that she didn't think she was beautiful in comparison to my aunt or grandma because they were skinnier, but to me the two always looked really sick and unhappy. i spent a lot of time trying to get them to eat stuff with me, because theyd gift me fast food or something but theyd never get anything. i thought it was messed up that my mom was viewed as the uglier one because she was strong and tall and did a lot of outdoors work, just because she couldn't fit into some stupid ballet gown that was made like 90 years ago for someone with brittle bone disease. Thats who i like to think about and who I think about when I think of my mom.

But in reality who my mom actually is even when she isn't using heroin is an alcoholic and a sex addict. Everything was always about sex. Always. it didnt matter if it was my drawings or something we were watching on TV or any conversation with my dad. I remember seeing her grind on him all the time, I remember as a preteen walking out on her clearly sitting on her boyfriends ___ and not knowing what to do because my laptop was out there and i was grounded so i was only allowed to use it out there, but they didn't stop or go into their room or anything for like a good hour. our literal last hang out consisted of me thinking we were going to have a good night together and her inviting over some guy, turning on a dave chappel show and then fucking him during it, even though i literally rold her if she expected to have sex with someone i wanted to know if i could leave. she told me she wouldn't do that to me and that i was being ridiculous. i eventually left and broke into an abandoned hotels parking lot because i figured i might as well do something i alwats wanted to do before i left carson for good.

when i had step throat and almost cauvht scarlet fever she kept making me use her throat numbing spray, something that DOES exist for sicknesses, but her bottle was clearly the kind made for blowjobs. i remember she kept trying to get me to use it and i kept refusing because i knew it was for sex but i didn't have the vocabulary to tell her that. i remember telling her i was asexual after finding out that she was aparently asexual (when i came out my dads reaction was "thats exactly what your mother said before dating kevin." weird dude, weird thing to say.) and she told me that no ones actually asexual, she only said that because she'd cry through sex with my dad. that everyone thinks they hate sex until they finally have it and that you'll realize once you have good sex.

and i think it really just. hammered in this idea. my mom was obsessed with pregnancy, she had an abortion and then miscarried before I was born. She also had two sets of surrogate twins, as well as my two sisters, and I think to this day she wants more kids. it really gave me this idea and this sense of like, sex really really really messing up your brain. i didn't understand that she was traumatized or going through the throws of ptsd or trauma at the time, all i knew is that i felt like i saw my very strong and very smart mother change from that into a sex obsessed violent monster. Her statements about how I'll love sex didn't feel like smart advice or the thing a mother would say to encourage healthy growth it felt like a threat. It made me never ever ever want to have sex, because what if someone touched me and i became like her? what if someone touches me without my permission and i lose all sense of self and i stop caring about the things i used to care about and i lose who i am like she did. that idea really scared me, especially when i was living with two guys who were clearly looking at me sexually and innapropriately. i felt like i had to keep myself safe from every direction. i couldnt let my mom see or percieve anything i was doing or else she'd make it some sexual innuendo and imply i was some sexual being, and i couldn't let my dad see or percieve anything about me because what if he saw me as a sex object? I was already pretty certain he did.

and then eventually my step mom got involved and stupidly i thought maybe SHE could help. its why i was so obsessed and attached to her at first, i thought an outsider could've come in and done something. instead i told her that i didnt like sharing a phone with my dad because I feel like I'm constantly seeing his nudes aand its making me uncomfortable and she flipped the fuck out because my dad would NEVER take nudes unless he was sending them to her and shes never gotten any, so i must be lying and trying to set her up to be jealous and attempt to kick her out of the house because i'm a conniving little sex pest who wanted my dad All To Myself or something. and then I got framed for being a possible serial killer because of it. Cooooool cool cool cool

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 2

Ahh Creations AU

My sweet sweet FNAF AU.

Oh how I love you dearly despite your doofy old art. ❤️

Jeremy and Mike continue their conversation,

Jeremy mentioning Michael's "Dad" as an important figure in the pizzeria and someone who wants to keep secrets about shading happenings down below.

Who is he to Freddy's?

WE DUNNO.

We already know deaths take place here so shady things going on down below aren't out of the realm of possibility.

Bonnie proudly proclaims HE knows what goes on as a friend of his occasionally visits the surface, seems like Bonnie is just friends with a lot of Freddys.

Michael's sister died at a location called "Circus Baby's pizza world" now a rental place that houses the same animatronics down below. Jeremy refutes this as nonsense.

Bonnie is firm in it being true.

Mike is shocked.

Jeremy and Bonnie continue to bicker and Mike feels solidly like he isn't in the loop about things here.

Jeremy wants Bonnie and by proxy Mike to leave so they do. Their shifts end at 6 Am.

Mike is now very curious about what else Bonnie knows and hasn't spoken about. For obvious reasons.

Bonnie feels he doesn't owe Mike information, which it seems Bonnie has a wealth of. Apparently Bonnie just, knows a lot about people around here. How does he get this info?

Do people TELL him this or does he get dirt on people?

Mike continues to use bribes to try and get what he wants.

Leading to the conformation Mike in fact: Does NOT smoke...

Which leads to the question: Why was he carrying cigarettes?

There's two explanations:

Be bought them specifically to bribe Bonnie after he saw Bonnie smoking on night 1.

He had them before that for some reason.

Bonnie continues to show he has no regard for other's personal space or comfort in the way he takes the cigarette from Mike.

Is Bonnie this personal with everyone or....? He seemed uncomfortable with Freddy invading his personal space earlier but that just could be because of where Freddy was positioned.

Bonnie why do you incessantly keep patting Mike's head. I know his hair is a complete mess but that's not gonna fix it. XD

Jokes aside: Bonnie's alright with spilling more of Michael's past as long as Mike doesn't say it came from him.

Michael's dad who we now know as "William Afton" (Conforming Michael's last name is Afton) has lost three of his children due to incidents at Freddy's.

Bonnie details how they died, but Mike is particularly disturbed by ONE in particular...For some reason.

If yall have read FSR and it's over analysis ya might have remembered me mentioning suicidal shit is a THEME in my work?

Yeaaaaah our boy Mike is flirting with death and doesn't care if he flirts back.

Makes sense, he seems to know what kind of place this was as he wasn't phased by walking talking robots.

Bonnie's weirdly optimistic here asking "Why not fight for a future?"

Bonnie's the type of guy who fights for shit he wants. Clearly. Man is stubborn.

Mike brings up he has one thing left to accomplish and said thing will happen if he dies or not. As if his mere presence here will do SOMETHING.

Aparently Bonnie has been a source of joy despite their seemingly unpleasant interactions. Likely for whatever reason Mike recognizes him.

Bonnie seems to feel a little guilty due to his actions but Mike assures him being insulted by his "Favorite" animatronic is funny.

Bonnie seems to be rather happy with being someone's favorite robot. This is a high honor evidently.

Maybe a little embarrassed too, dragging Mike along until they reach the backstage room.

Lamenting Mike should at least ACT like he wants to live.

Mike just cozies up into his hug without a verbal response. He doesn't mention he'll try which is kind of sad.

For whatever reason Bonnie is a literal comfort character to Mike.

Talking about actual comic development for a sec: You can usually tell which segments I started or stopped at. "Chapters" if you will. But the size of them VARY. Again, indie comic creator privileges.

Either way Mike rambles his plans to befriend Michael as a "Next step" he seems to have a plan in action...for something we aren't privy too for whatever reason.

This comic doesn't like to explain ANYTHING to you. Which confused a LOT of people. You gotta pay attention which is smth people HATED doing specifically on Webtoon.

A LOT as I've gone over is paying attention to dialogue from the characters as THEY reveal things about other characters which open up the story.

Knowing GENREAL Fnaf lore HELPS but a lot of people couldn't FULL detach what they knew and ended up confusing themselves by not applying "This is an idea not a firm cannon in this comic" approach I was going for.

Example: Robots are possessed thing I mentioned earlier.

In CANNON games: The FNAF 1 gang are possessed by kids.

In Creations: They are still possessed but not all of em are by kids. You can tell through context clues which ones aren't for sure based on their habits: Such as Bonnie smoking and Freddy being a sex addict.

So the IDEA of robots being possessed was kept but isn't a 1 to 1 reflection of the games.

People did not get this and it infuriated me. :)

There's also a prevailing THEORY in the fandom Michael and Mike are the same character.

Often they wouldn't use CANNON Fnaf material AT ALL to try and figure out Creations weird story: They'd pull from fan theories and FANNON/other comics.

Why? I could not fucking tell you. It makes no damn sense to me.

This comic lays a LOT out if you just read it at it's indented pace and not scroll a million miles a minute.

It's a slow burn. We establish a LOT before we get to the balls to the wall insanity. Because we're building unease with everything we learn about everyone in this building and even Mike himself.

NOBODY IS TRUSTWORTHY, NOT EVEN MIKE as Mike is clearly an unreliable person for information as the audience at least for now, considering he is a manipulator. Maybe we can trust Bonnie. But even then, Mike trusting Bonnie might be a character flaw of his attachment to the character and NOT a rational decision as we've seen he gets weird about this character in particular vs the other people and robots.

Anyways, as Mike explains befriending Michael is a good idea, Bonnie knows friendship isn't this guy's real goal and Mike is like

"Well no shit"

Bonnie's apparently "No snitch" which explains why everyone tells him things I suppose.

Well well well.

Mike's investigating this twisted place. Makes sense.

Mike self proclaiming himself "brave and stupid" is funny to me. Bro fully admits what he's doing is stupid as fuck and I love that he's self aware. X'D

Someone is established/implied to be helping Mike. So I'm sure we'll see them eventually. For now whoever Mike's working with is a faceless entity of unknown status or power.

Is Mike with the police, a private investigator...Who is he still???

This doesn't truly answer who he is FULLY here...

Either way Bonnie doesn't pry. But this establishes Bonnie isn't all muscle and no brain. Since he picks apart Mike IS working with someone with little to no info.

So right off the bat:

This is a clear lie from Bonnie. We KNOW Micheal has disclosed info with Bonnie that Bonnie hasn't yet shared with Mike. From Bonnie's little rant on "Not owing Mike info" and knowing things Jeremy Fitzgerald, who is ALSO implied to be Michael 's close friend DOESN'T KNOW.

Why is lying? Well could be for many reasons?

He doesn't wanna drag Mike into this further due to his obvious struggles with his mental health.

He doesn't want Mike to use Michael.

Either way he concedes to getting Michael to meet with him. Because a character flaw Bonnie has:

He will sell you out for things he wants.

Again we are warned about the danger of the Circus Baby's rentals animatronics specifically Michael's "Friend".

Bonnie adding quotation could mean a lot of things, but it comes off as he doesn't consider this "Friend" to BE a friend. Which could tell us a lot about how Bonnie feels about this "Friend".

And we get to see Michael we know it's the next day from Bonnie's instructions on where to meet him.

And he looks...interesting...

If ya thought Mike's pale skin tone was odd this man is lilac with purple eyes. And a a goofy hair cut. It does get better I promise.

Mike...Ya seem a tad distracted buddy.

This is Michael! Introduced properly. His name tag indicates he's also called "Mike" on occasions.

He's tall (At least compared to Mike) and is apparently friendly.

Also fun fact:

The first draft of this comic was a shitpost comic that got lore when Michael came in. Michael's OG concepts got mostly abandoned but ONE aspect of him has stood the test of time.

Bonnie seemingly has introduced Mike to Michael as somebody who wants to be his friend...

Perhaps a little white lie on Bonnie's end.

Mike says another of my favorite lines "Yes, I'm very lonely" which just sends me whenever I see it because, fuck it's funny what do you want from me? X'D

And they swap numbers.

Smth some Fnaf fans got hung up on was the technology in the AU:

It's an AU. Fuck off. X'D

They have smart phones because I said so. The robots are technologically insane what makes you think a smart phone couldn't exist??? X'D

Micheal "Talks to robots" quite frequently. William's apparently built nearly everything in the building.

Neat.

Michael wants to follow in his footsteps. How sweet.

Mike is STILL asking questions helpful to his investigation if you notice, also intentionally wording himself in a way that makes Michael and his experiences sound familiar.

Mike is clearly being a fake bitch here which I find funny. Micheal obviously can't tell as he overall comes across as naïve and eager to make friends.

Makes sense since 3 of his siblings are dead and he almost exclusively talks to robots outside of Jeremy Fitzgerald it seems. Wonder if he had a good relationship with them before they died...

Mike is shown to be genuinely uncomfortable by the mention of "Fredbears" for some reason. They both share a fondness for the Bonnie line of animatronics specifically.

They decide to meet up later outside of work.

Oh my.

You can tell I liked drawing this animatronic because these pages have BUDGET.

This thing clearly isn't a fan of Mike.

Could this be the "Friend" Bonnie warned about?

Goodness me that's a big ol animatronic. It's stripped bare of any plating so it's just an endoskeleton comprised of twisted cables... It uses said cables to it's advantage so it's comfortable with it's body. It was presumably spying on the conversation by hanging on the celing this whole time...

Did Michael know it was here?

It only wears a mask with segmented face plates. One of it's eyes appears to be completely malfunctioned. It's clearly meant to be a clown. Very different style of robot from the ones we've seen so far: Being it's a HUMANOID one...

It also skips threats and goes right to direct violence towards our boy Mike.

Which he responds too with...

THAT.

A reaction that seems to wig the robot out.

Still offput Mike makes a goof first impression, to "Ennard". Michael's "friend".

Something from older concepts from this AU:

Mike was a "badass" (Not even my words lmao readers thought he was badass. X'D I have to agree Mike's awesome I love him.) dude could go through a lot with a blank expression.

Though here he smiles and looks kinda, dead inside. But what's new.

Despite it's power Ennard appears to be insanely childish with their speech. Calling mike a "Jerk".

Ennard repeats a similar sentiment to Bonnie when Mike responds with THE MOST BADLY INTURPRETED LINE IN THE ENTIRE COMIC SO FAR:

People genuinely did not understand this scene.

"Thanks I love you. Bye. Tell 'em I said hi"

If you didn't catch WHY Mike said that:

He's clearly disassociating right now because of how much REAL DANGER he is in. You can tell from the way he slowly just stops looking AT Ennard and kinda through him. Mike's like, not fully home.

That response, is the kind of thing you'd say to someone while ending a phone call as quickly as possible with a family member or something.

It's a response that doesn't match A SINGLE THING THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT and shows an ODD amount of familiarity with someone he literally doesn't know. And it clearly flusters Ennard because he has no idea what Mike is talking about because this whole response is very weird without any prompting.

It's like something he defaults to when he can't deal with who he's talking to and wants to get away.

And he does. Leaving through the door.

Mike seems satisfied with himself as he goes back to whatever he's doing.

Michael clearly is someone of importance if he has a freakin' giant body guard.

Mike's working night shift again. That is his job...And he sees a child on one of the cameras.

Weird.

He's probably sleepy from working a bit into dayshift.

Oh. Somebody's watching you buddy.

Could it be...the same golden bear that was a giant floating head in the hallway?

They match his steps as he walks down the hall staying just out of site of the viewer AND Mike.

Huh. So Mike knows ANOTHER person here...That kid is familiar.

He's still being shadowed.

Aw.

A little baby.

"You" is apparently just who this is.

Do you know their name Mike?

Chasing chasing

Oh hello Bonnie you're getting touchy with Freddy huh?

The stage seems to have a door on it...For some reason.

Well shit Freddy you didn't have to say it like that.

HUH.

So Bonnie can't see this kid. Weird.

Again Bonnie showing concern about Mike because he's cool.

Oh my.

Oh dear.

PICTURE LIMITS ON TUMBLR I'M SCARED TOO MIKE

Jokes aside. What a cliff hanger.

The art style looking wonky there...

Wonder why Mike ran into the break room...What's in the break room buddy?

[ca-highway49]

Blog 13: It's been 2 weeks

And nothing much has happened, just small things. You can find various shorter posts, probably, I know I told the story of almost getting lost at night in a housing tract.

As you know, it was hot this week, and so I went swimming. I always take to things like that nervously, how do you get to the pool and back (answer: barefoot on the way back), how long do you stay at the pool (answer: couldn't be longer than 2 hours), what if someone looks at you funny at the pool. Actually, someone did have a fit, aparently some kids jumped the fence--silently--and the guy let their very presence ruin his Sunday with his little daughter, and they kept telling him, very eloquently, to mind his own business and not start a scene in front of her, and then called him a Karen. It was kind of funny, but sad of course, very un-neighborly and immature, and they got it on film. He said he'd just called the cops, I didn't let it stop me because he didn't, he did not stop yelling at them long enough to make any call. Both parties left before I'd finished Instructions for a Heatwave, which I mentioned in some other post. The instructions are bits of laws supposedly from the 1976 heatwave about not stealing water, not using water for frivolous purposes. The laws had it laid out, but it said drinking water was okay but it never mentions cooking with water. Some things like bread use water instead of milk, but other things require quarts of water to boil and then throw the water away.

I'd been eating at Jack In The Box a lot last week because I like their pumpkin spice eggrolls (croissants) but I hate their pumpkin spice milkshake and their monster taco is only good reheated as if they don't let their cheese melt properly. Their chicken teriyaki bowl is getting smaller and smaller.

I started The Pisces but it has such mixed reviews and it seems so mean. I see reviews for all manner of books that use the word vulgar negatively, well I think that part is interesting, all the gross stuff, but it's mean. I watched Renfield which was also gross, silly action where people explode into vicera. Both properties have group therapy and both poke fun at the idea that your boss could be abusive. But in Renfeild his boss (the specific person he is in therapy over) comes to a meeting and kills everyone, a typical fear of people with abusive partners in group, but it's not like you can turn people away especially not manipulative people. I thnk the movie has a lot to say but some of it went over my head, "there's more Renfeild-type-people than Dracula-type-people." In The Pisces she is a writer living in her rich sisters house over summer, she's her own boss and she's just dealing with agents and dogs. And now suddenly I'm the mean one for saying that. It's one of the Group members that says she has a pattern of abusive bosses, and it's like, yeah, we all do (except people with no boss) that doesn't make it okay. I'm gonna read the Pisces until the fabled mermaid sex all the reviews have as a sticking point.

[yapperyippee]

Scrolled across an oc question tiktok and couldnt help myself so i tried to answer it but fuck tiktok comments, those things are too tiny

The oc question was, "What part of their story had them tweaking like this?" And it was playing the I Am audio with some baller ass music

So of course here i am to answer with my oc Tazzy

Tw: gore, death, torture, fictional cat death [no cats were harmed in the making of this oc lore]

He was a good dad in his late 20's early 30's. Him and his wife were raising their daughter, who was around 7 at the time of The Incident, where he father "went missing" and i say "went missing" because the family thinkes he disappeared but hes actually DEAD!

Anyways, Tazzy ended up dying in the back of an arcade he would always take his daughter to. The guy who owned the shop was a psychopath or whatever the word is and would torture and kill the cats (strays or not) in the neighborhood, and wanted to move up from cats to people cus he didnt get excited from killing cats anymore. So he bashed in Tazzy's skull!

He then dragged his body onto a table, chopped it up like he would do with the cats, and threw him in a bag, and stuffed him in his (the owners) favorite machine. It was kind of a small machine but it was new so most the casing was for show and there was a lot of space inside the actual machine. There was already a cat in there, it was puma actually he found it almost dead on the side of the road as a kit and then raised it in a cage and killed it cus he thought it was funny. Anyways, it was his first kill, and the puma had already poltergeist-ed.

I have no personality or name yet for the puma so im just gunna call him poom.

Anyways a few years go by and Tazzy gains consciousness as a poltergeist because wtf that made him SO upset. Hed possess the machine to mess with or help the kids along in the game because that was the ONLY pass time a ghost has when they're stuck in a singular arcade machine.

Was gunna make it so the puma would occasionally posses the machine too but then i realized that actually doesnt make any sense so i didnt.

Anyways he continues on with his ghostly life until one day someone walks in who seem familiar. Its his kid, yay! She walks around the arcade and passes by the machine Tazzy is possessing. Shes not really interested in playing arcade games, it makes her too sad, so she just looks at them. As she passes by the machine tazzy is possessing, she hears it beep a "Hey! Wanna play?" In choppy words. Interfering with the game was just about all tazzy could do, but that also meant messing with all the sound effects the game gave off.

Havent figured out what type of game im gunna make it. Probably just gunna make one up.

Anyways she hears the machine talk and shes like "wtf? Did this arcade machine just fucking talk to me?" But she doesnt say it out loud cus theres other younger kids near by and shes like 14 and doesnt like cussing all that much but she just got the shit scared out of her so

So she walks over to the machine, plays on it, little does she know shes actually playing with her dad in the game but thats okay. Hes able to manipulate the game enough to get some comments out of the little game characters and they pique her interest. She leave at the end of the day and ends up coming back pretty often. Her mom gives her all the money she can to play the arcade games because shes just happy her daughter is spending her time in an arcade and not in her room depressed.

A few months and years go by and she still stops by regularly and tazzy has gained greater control of the machine. More kids and adults go missing through those years in the area around the arcade, and tazzy gains so poltergeist friends. They make a pact to not interfere too badly with the kids and their games and to occasionally start games for free cus fuck the owner and his money.

Shes in her early twenties now and aparently thats just the age the owner likes to target because whats better than snuffing out the light a person has worked all their Adolescence to gain, especially if they're traumatized? A person finally has freedom and their happy so he kills them cus he likes to see that little bit of hope they had go out.

Anyways the day comes when hes targeted tazzys daughter (the owner also knows thats tazzys daughter to hes extra excited) so he targets her and kidnaps her or sonething idk i havent gotten that into detail in that bit

Anyways, theres a struggle, she ends up in the main floor area of the arcade by trying to run away and he sees his daighter being hunted down so with all his poltergeisty powers he turns on his machine and scares the both of them, but trying to give his daughter a chance to escape. She tries, but the owner is faster, but you know what else is faster? A fucking poltergeist. He's been working with the pumas bones and his own bone for a while now to try and see if he could use the wires of the machine to hold the bones together and make a walking body because why not?

So he does that and rips out of the machine because of course it would destroy the machine, and the puma and tazzy both bit the fuck out of that guy because one poltergeist wasn't strong enough and in ghost form interspecies communication is easier than when alive so aliance time, yippee! (This is where the earlier mentioned audio would come into play because ofc hes tweaking about his kid gettingkilled right in front of him)

And the girl sees this and they are just going to town on biting this guy to BITS beause theyve had over a decade's worth of poltergeist practice to do this

So bro dies and the girls just like "oh fuck im next" and starts sceaming and crying in shock as she watched this thing continue to raid other non-possessed machines (because raiding another poltergeists machine would be rude ofc) for wires and what not to build a moving ish body.

And bro temporarily becomes the spaghetti monster that invades michael in fnaf, except he stays out of other peoples' bodies cus ew wtf?

So this poltergeist pair now has an interesting loking spaghetti body and can kind of talk to his kid now and tries doing so while backing away, back into the arcade machin he came from, trying to point out the machine cus she'd recognize it ofc. Probably says something along the lines of "[gargled noises meant to sound like daughters name], wanna play?" And other things he would make the machine voice with the chopped up words to his daughter and shes be like "oh my fucking god ive been playing video games with a ghost my entire life. What the fuck?" And then he'd say his name while pointing at him.

He'd probably also toss her his jawbone from his human like (dont worry its flesh and maggot and ew free, it is over a decade old, yk). And say something like "take, identify" or something and she'd take it and get it looked at and find out from ✨️dental records✨️ that it's her dads jawbone and she'd go through some legal trouble about the bone and find a way to get the blame off of her and onto the owner and tell the cops about how he tried to kill her.

And then she'd get her mom to buy the shop because her dads there and doesnt want his remains to get thrown away because they need to cremate or bury him and thats how tazzys wife finds out about the poltergeist thing.

They keep the police from finding the rest of tazzys body and everyone elses body cus cops are dumb and dont look in arcade machines so shes able to legally purchase the arcade store and shut it down to the open public.

And then they do research and stuff and make him and his little arcade friends bodies and turn them into animatronics but thats not for another like 2 decades when tazzys kid has kids and they help make their grandpa and his friends into a machine.

Yippee!

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Haven

I am back with my BS AGAIN :D @spotaus You know the drill friend come over :D I can not be stopped. I have grown too powerful!! (just played dnd. Checked the chapter to upload tomorrow for my main au and i wrote a bit on a new story. I AM POWERFUL!) <- says the woman who will probably crash in under an hour lmao.

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We got no beta and no editing as we just go! maybe that is why these drabbles for going so well. me just kinda going and not worrying too much about the in between bits or mistakes or grammar. I just write and say that is done.. huh... writing lesson i guess. ANYWAY! back to the family :3

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Cross hums as he finishes cutting another wood board in the right size. He puts it with the others on the pile before checking the list he made before hand.

Cross nods as he looks towards the house "Got them all ready for the downstairs!" Cross grins as he takes a moment to just look at the house. Their house!

When Horror had returned with the news their new acquaintances had secured them a house they had all been sceptic at best, Dust had been downright suspicious.

But it was the truth! aparently they had managed to build up a good enough reputation that they had been trying to figure out a solution. An empty and abandoned farm and ground? That was too small for most to do anything with? hidden mostly by a forest?

Perfect for them!

They had gone to check it out and it is amazing! It is secure and easily to defend! Sure it is an old building but Cross and Horror can fix up the house easily enough! Dust had handed Nightmare over to Killer and had started looking around the house to inspect it.

long story short? He thinks he can fix most things.

With a hopeful plan they spend the inspection day also cleaning. That had been yesterday.

today? They took most of the old construction wood Crop and Straw had stored away and they got to work. Dust is cleaning and fixing what he can while Horror and Cross himself did contruction work.

Killer is on Nightmare watching duty. Mostly because Killer doesn't have nay skills in construction. Neither of them mind as they had been exploring their new area and territory together. Hoenstly it was adorable to see Killer walk by with Nightmare on his shoulders.

Horror walks out of the house as he takes the planks "Thanks. Walls?"

Cross grins proudly "All of them. Including the walls and the new banisters for the roof."

Horror blinks before grinning "great. thanks Oreo." nad he chuckles as Cross sputters.

May be because horror isn't wearing a shirt. Which kinda makes sense! Becuase horror is pulling a lot of old wood away and rebuilding stuff. the chances of him ripping his few good shirts is rather high. Still Cross is trying very hard to just focus on his face and skull. it is fine! No one notices!

Cross turns back to the pile he still has. it has been reduced quickly which sucks. He looks through it with a frown.

Crop stops by him with a knowing smile "Hey Cross!" he grins wider "Getting heated?"

Cross glares at him "Well the late autumn sun is rather warm!" and he goes back to shifting through his pile.

Crop nods "It is it is..." then the grin falls and he frowns "You guys already that low?"

Cross shifts through it more "Yeah but it is okay! I can probably use this to make the cabinets for the kitchen still..." still they will need to get more materials for everything else.

Crop frowns and must have made the same conclusion "Hopefully Straw gets back soon with more stuff."

Cross rubs his neck "You guys really didn't need to help this much... we already own you big time..."

Crop shrugs "That is how a community works Cross. We all help each other. We will eventually pay it back with helping them back." he smiles "We are only a tiny town and only have ourselves to count on. You heard how the deal with the repair service from the big city went. People are quick to think off us as dumb or naive. We gotta stuck together."

Cross shoots him a grin "We will try to ffigure something out... eventually." he groans "we don't even know what type of farm to make yet!"

Crop shrugs "You guys will have to test some stuff. See what works for you and your land..." he grins again "I don't think a diary farm fits you guys though."

Cross glares at him "Not funny. I swear Betty knew she freaked me uot."

Crop nods "Oh absolutely! Cows are really smart."

Just makes them more terrifying in Cross's opinion and he has no doubt that thought is clear on his face.

Crop laughs but a honk of a car pulls them out of their conversation. and. That is a giant truck. much bigger than Straw and Crop's truck.

Crop blinks "Dani and Ellie?" he raises to his feet and waves.

The truck stops and Ellie leans out "Hello! Your lovely neighborhood lesbians have brought you." she puts ahand under her chin and wiggles her eye brows "the wood."

Dani chuckles as she jumps out "Straw told everyone around town. Most people are grabbing their stuff but this was all stuff we were planning on giving to the community anyway." she shrugs "tree farmers after all."

Ellie grins as she waves them over "Come! lets see what you need! We have all types of trunks with us. They will still need some work and treatment but Dani is amazing with her magic!"

Dani grins as she gives a thumbs up "figure out how to treat wood with magic instead of the slow treatment. Most still want the traditional work but i figured you guys would be okay with this help."

Cross is unsure how to react. People don't just help them. People hate them and what they do. Tehy hadn't expected this much help and it is overwhelming "I... I... I don't know how to... We don't have money?" he is lost.

Dani shrugs again as Ellie smiles "Hey. We have been where you guys have been... well not exactly but people werent'exactly welcoming of us either... as soon as we graduated we grbabed my old car and just left. we foudn thsi place and people were nice enough to take a chance on us." she grins "We now pay that forwards. We are doing this!" she grins and winks "Will just have to invite us over for a prime tour of the farm once you guys are all done!"

Dani nods as she starts untying the many trunks "What Ellie said. the Danielle's are at your service. Now what do you need?"

Cross is still lost when Horror joins them curiously. no doubt hearing all the noise. He pauses as he takes in the sight before tilting his skull "What?"

Cross just kidna waves at the two "We... euh.. got help? And thinks? Do you know what we need?" his mind is in shambles at the moment.

Hroror sees it and smiles as he walks past. patting his shoulder before going over to the dog and bunny and having a short conversation. Horror hears their whole speech and smiles. he thanks them and explains what they need for what. The two woman listen closely before nodding and starting to organise the brought materials with practised ease.

Horror joins his side again and grabs Cross's lists. He takes a pencil and writes some tree names by a few of the items before handing them back "They will help prepare the materials. They are nice." and he disappears back inside.

Welp!! If Horror says that that means they are nice and most likely trustworthy! They get over to him and Cross explains the system he had and what they had calculated to need for each area. The two monsters nod and ask if they should start on the porch while cross continues preparing stuff for horror. Which Cross thanks them and agrees wiht.

They are hard at work when Killer nad Nightmare return. Killer laughs "Criss Cross! you are not going to believe this! The like east area just has a tiny field at the edge of the forest and part of that forest is still in our little area! better yet that means some of the forest animals are like right there!" then he notices the guests and grows quiet "oh... hello." His hold on Nightmare's leg tightens.

Ngihtmare tilts his tiny skull at the two monsters "Dani and Ellie... right?"

Ellie coos as Dani grins "Good memory. I can't imagine remembering all the new faces you meet only once is easy." and she finishes her spell on a piece of wood which Ellie pulls over to cut.

Nightmare shrugs as he hugs Killer's skull "good memory..."

KIller nods as he glances at Cross "Sooooo... Hello Lovely ladies!" he grins "What brings you here?"

Dani raises a piece of wood "Neighborhoodly friendliness." and she continues with her task.

Killer stares at him and Cross grins "They brough over some wood" he ignores the eye brow wigglign "after they heard from STraw that we are getting the house fixed up. aparently it is a community thing that everyone helps everyone." he shrugs at the doubting look "Don't look at me. it is new for me too. Horror said it is fine though."

Killer blinks "I mean... if Horror said it is fine..." he looks at Nightmare "What do you think tiny boss?"

Nightamre shrugs and hugs his skull.

Killer nods "notion accepted. Got it." he grins at them "We are going to look at some of the other stuff Straw and Crop brought along. See what is in there."

Cross nods "Good idea!" and he watches Killer walk off with Nightmare.

Dani chuckles and looks over "Not good at construction?"

Cross groans loudly "Killer is good at a lot of things... not construction." he shrugs "It is fine. We don't want Nightmare near this stuff anyway." he is too small to lift everything and could too easily get hurt. it doesn't matter he is technically a god he is not going to have to work. They don't agree with child labor.

Dani nods "I get that. best to have a child safe corner for them to sit in." she turns back to the next trunk and gets to work as Ellie cuts pieces.

They work for a long time and the sun is well past midday when more people come by. They deliver some older looking furniture and more tools and items for them to use.

Most don't stay for long aside from dropping things off or asking if they needed anything specific. Some brought over some premade food for them and other snacks because aparently 'breaks are important!'.

Crop and Straw, when he returned, work on clearing the road betweent eh main road and the farm and getting some clear markers on where to go.

Dani and Ellie leave later in the afternoon and by the end of the day their group of skeletons looks back at their progress. They aren't done yet but it starts to look more like a house than an actual falling apart piece of junk.

Dust is covered in ashes and when they look at him he just says 'fireplace' which probably means he found a challenge of somekind. Then again Cross thinks he spotted Dust on the roof once or twice but each time he had looked back to check he hadn't been there.

They are packing up when Killer and Nightmare return. Killer looking very proud and Ngihtmare looking a bit more nervous as he fidgets.

Horror and him share alook as Horror looks at them, now once again fully dressed "yes?"

Killer grins "Remember how we were told most farms have a name?"

Cross give shim a look "We are aware. we also agreed we would take time to think about it."

Killer grins "True. But! Nightmare thought of one and I figured it was perfect and fine!" Ngihtmare shoots him a glare and crosses his tiny arms.

Dust tils his skull "fact. Waht is the name?"

Cross wants to disagree but also if nightamre wants to clal it something specific he is fine with it. Nightmare never complains about them deciding stuff so why would they complain about this.

Nightmare mutters something but when he sees everyone looking and waiting he speaks louder "It was just an idea... Killer got excited..." still staring and he rubs his arm looking embarresed "It is silly... I thought... I figured Haven would fit. Haven Farm."

Cross stares at Nightmare and feels a bit of tears try to form as the meaning sinks in and what it implies and means. He can't stop it as he picks nightmar eup and hugs him close. Purring much too loud as he speaks "I agree it is perfect!" their home. their safe place. their hide out. their haven.

Killer grins wider and nods "Which i agreed with. So!" he pulls out a board from behind his back.

It is a name plate. It spells Haven but the letters are a bit croaked and nailed to the backboard. it are all different sizes and different colours nad Cross fucking loves it!

Killer grins "We made it together." he rolls his eye lights "don't worry i did the cutting and nailed it all together. Ngihtmare was my supervisor."

Dust looks appeased as he nods "Seems good."

Horror nods as he takes the plate and puts it by the door, too hang later "Will need a bigger one for the gate at the enterance."

Cross grins as he feels ngihtamre relax at the approval and start to purr himself. Cros sjust nuzzles the babybones.

They still have a lot of work ahead of them but that is fine. It will be all so very much worth it once it is done and they have their house to finally just be them.

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[dear-ao3]

since it has now been three whole weeks (yes that is right THREE) and i am still absolutely spoonless, heres an update:

aparently he still works as a used car salesman but at a Different dealership now (despite the fact that he says he doesnt? idk im just as lost as you are)

hes "changed a lot" false. lies. slander.

he has still not mailed my spoons because hes a "busy man" (seriously guys HOW HARD is it to go to a post office?????)

then he also tried to mail them on labor day aparently, entirely forgetting that it was a national holiday where the whole point is to Not Work and that Includes the Post Office

surprise surprise hes still not over the fact that i blocked him

so what to do in such a situation? well. i was ready to cut my losses and my spoons and move on with my life, but lovely and wonderful roommate katya was having none of it. so he took matters into his own hands and was far less nice than i had been.

some excerpts include:

"i cannot express to you how annoyed i am at reaching out having to reach out about this situation again."

"i am going to call you if you do not start responding and giving us bad hallmark lines instead of actually being honest."

"do i get the wonderful experience of getting a response back or am i just supposed to guess?"

"get it done and i won't have to reach out again."

"mailing a usps package is not a hard task"

"also, saph did not put me to this, before you bother her about it. this was my own choice because i want to see her happy."

he still claims he has the spoons and that he will send them. i grow doubtful. i miss my spoons.

pov your ex held your collection of thrifted spoons hostage for over a year (not entirely his fault, they got mixed up in his things during a move and you did not realize it, though he did adamantly deny that he had them) and reached out to your roommate on instagram nine months post break up after being thoroughly blocked for several months just to ask if you were still roommates and then to very cryptically reveal that he had in fact found the spoons (among other, mystery items that he did not reveal and you also have no idea what they are) in his car that he had not driven for a year cause he decided to make the worst financial decision of his life and buy a tesla and then tried to coordinate a meet up to drop off said spoons and mystery items which you did not want but you do want your spoons so you told him to either mail it or show up to your place of work when you were not scheduled only for him to entirely miss the point and still try to see you, then you reveal that you do not want to see him so he finally says that he will put on his big boy pants and mail it (though him actually mailing it is entirely unlikely) and also aparently hes gotten a perm since the last time you saw him and it looks terrible

[dianight]

Bit of a long ramble

Don't really like putting or seeing transphobia related shit on my dash, but this one has been cooking for a while on and off.

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You see, there is this one streamer who I will not name and who we will simply refer to as this dude. For someone who by chance happens to know of this dude, it would be very easy to guess who he is, but I don't imagine many people are aware.

So. There is this dude. Member of a certain community I was also a member of (still kinda am, but meh). To this day he remains the only person kicked and "unpersoned" by his attitude and words, as opposed to being kicked for cheating, as a few others have.

As a player, he has amassed quite a few achievements and was well known and respected for a long time. This part is just context.

As a person, he has always been very outspoken about certain topics that streamers usually avoid. Topics about race (he is brown, in his own words), about sexism, about politics, you get the idea.

Now, I don't like the expression "rent free in X's head" because I don't believe in the concept of rent. But I often reference his case, as I remember it happening in real time, as the archetypical example of how transphobia rots your brain. Nothing in this paragraph is meant as a joke. Fully serious including the rent part.

For added context, this dude was someone that I "took seriously" as in, I expected that if a conversation was about a serious topic, he would actually treat it as a serious conversation instead of saying some platitudes or treating it as unimportant, as streamers are known to do. When I talk about this dude there is sadness in my voice; not sadness because he could have gone differently, as I consider him a lost cause, but sadness in the choices some people make and how they end up much worse as a person.

---

Although the timeline is not exactly as I'll explain, the general idea remains the same. It's been years, so any mistakes are a product of my bad memory.

Around the time the BLM movement was a big thing, this dude got caught in a rather unfortunate series of events.

He got into a twitter argument involving a developer of a game congratulating a white player for a (relatively speaking) minor acomplishment when compared to his own. His point was to call out the racism of ignoring a brown player while praising a white one. For what it's worth I think he was in the right here, as much as I roll my eyes when typing twitter argument. Nothing good came out of it, as the developer did not "reward" him in the same way they did for the white player. What it did though, was attract a lot of bad faith viewers to his chat. You know the ones that like to stir shit up, debate me kind of guy.

This influx of assholes, coupled with the fact that BLM was big at the time and the fact that this dude loved talking about complex issues assuming others are looking for a conversation, to learn from each other and all that, instead of the obvious trolls he was getting, he started getting very defensive about things.

This dude used to have a blog, he's moved urls last time I checked, where he would write out his thoughts. He wrote about a very extensive list of controversial topics and his stance on them, in what I can only assume was an effort to have to explain himself less every time he streamed.

Among these topics was younger people's access to hrt, although with a far more dramatic phrasing. The arguments he posed had a telling stench to them, the fake concern that you get from sources marked in red by shinigami eyes. He got "called out" as I see people say, and he did admit that he was not well informed, that he would do more research and all that.

During all this one of his closest family members passed away. He talked about what it meant for him on his blog. I'd rather not expand here.

As this dude stopped streaming for a while (around a year perhaps?) when he came back he was a bit changed, to put it euphemistically. Aparently he had been getting harassed on twitter by people who disagreed with him over those topics, and he eventually doubled down and kept getting more into the circle that quotes the likes of jordan peterson and other such cockroaches.

Not being involved in this kind of thing, when I got notice of this changed behavior I was skeptical. This dude, who calls out anyone being racist (to him, or to others) is now talking about these grifters? Surely it's a misunderstanding (how naive...). At some point he got kicked out of the community I mentioned earlier. Many in his audience literally begged him to reconsider what he was saying as it was getting too bigoted. At some point I simply blocked any mention of this dude on platforms I use.

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Make no mistake.

Occasionally he comes up when discussing the history of the earlier mentioned community, as he was there when it was started and he got his contributions, which have been erased and are not talked about unless strictly necessary.

I feel no sympathy for someone like this dude. Many such cases, sadly.

I just want to illustrate a point that we keep seeing time and time again. People tanking their careers, driving away those who care about them. And what for? To tell people that kids taking blockers is dangerous? To shit on those who can't access hormones? To mock those who don't present on a socially acceptable way? To cling to some idealized worldview rooted in bigotry and violence?

I don't know what this dude's point of no return was. I can only guess and I won't out of respect for those who are no longer there.

But past a certain point I stop caring, stop giving chances, stop giving the benefit of the doubt. You can either stand against all bigotry, and I mean all of it. Or you are an enemy, someone to be ignored and forgotten in the best of cases. Or. Should fascism not be squashed before it's too late, someone to be rid of, violently.

No mercy. No excuses.

[curioscurio]

Wowza! So, fun new thing I learned: Aparently, Califorina has some really aggressive fire ants policies, so you guys don't really have them! Either way, it's good to know just in case you do see some floating ant piles lol

Some more Floridian tips if Hurricane Hillary ends up really nasty:

These are all good ideas if it starts getting really bad! A huge issue though, as a Floridian, is living without power post hurricane. I admit I have no idea what the power situation would be like in the califorina area of the hurricane will be, so this may not really apply to you, BUT:

If you DO lose power, I would suggest getting a couple of hand crank flashlights and charger bars that can act as phone chargers, just in case. We had to live for about a week with no running water, lights, internet, etc during the last hurricane and even a few hours of a charged phone helps with making sure you can contact your family and emergency services and keeping yourself occupied with no power. Consider downloading some games or apps that work without internet onto your phone! Also, keeping your phone on airplane mode will help your battery last longer; just be sure to turn it back off every now and then to make sure you're not missing any important texts/phone calls/messages/etc.

If you have a generator, be sure to make sure it's set up somewhere with proper ventilation, like outside or on a patio. Also, grab some extra fuel for your generator next time you're getting gas. Also, you're gonna wanna try and fuel your vehicle up completely as soon as you can before the hurricane hits. People will rush to gas stations, and you may end up in a really long line for gas, or worse, the station could possibly run out before you can get any. This also might not happen! It really depends on the severity of the hurricane and stuff. Just try and stay updated about local news mostly.

Anyway back to generators They're loud and can emit toxic emissions inside the home and can harm and even kill you. It's an engine yknow? Idk if it applies to every single generator or anything, but that's how it was with ours! Just make sure you're running it safely according to the instructions! Because Florida, we would only have our generator running at night to conserve fuel. You may be tempted to keep it on during the day because it gets hot, but unless it's absolutely essential, you're gonna wanna conserve it for the most important times like at night or mealtimes. (Or to use medical devices)

If you're able bodied and in a position to do so, try and help people whose houses have flooded. Sandbags around doorways and drains, etc. There's a lot of helpful sites out there that can instruct you how to safely and properly help keep floodwaters out of houses, but sandbags are HEAVY and there can be a lot of vulnerable people who are unable to do such intense physical work alone. If it's a lot of flood water, there may be a lot of other bugs, spiders, animals, etc hanging around in the flood waters. You may have some spiders trying to climb on you. We went and helped put some friends with flooding and let me tell you there were so many bugs on me that day...

Also! Not saying this will work... but. If you happen to come across the trucks who go around restoring local power... let them know you appreciate the work they're doing. Most likely, they're all being put through the ringer trying to get power back to everyone's homes and stuff. a couple of beers and pizza make for a pretty good incentive for them to get to your house quicker if you've been a few days without power. Again, not saying this is a sure-fire way to get your power back on quicker, but... it might work? Just try and be as courteous as you can towards everyone else who is working through the hurricane overall haha!

And honestly! Hurricanes are really unpredictable, and It could end up as dangerous as a really nasty thunderstorm in the end if it breaks up in the ocean. And even so, a really nasty hurricane is still something you can recover from :] stay strong and stay safe yall!

@ California mutuals: If it hasn't already been said: Try not to walk in flood water. If a power line is down its a perfect recipie for getting electrocuted. Its likely also dirty and full of sewage. Sometimes theres no choice, so if you DO end up walking in flood water, beware: if you see a patch or raft of brown like this, it's fire ants. They all climb on each other to form a raft and it's TERRIFYING (and cool to watch. ) Yes those are ALL fire ants.

[spicyyy-muffin]

protective smartass

ghost x reader

i made up a random ass character just for this. super cheesy but enjoy! this is nothing but fluff.

“who did that to you?”

“it doesn’t matter.”

“yes it does y/l/n”

ghost was struggling to keep up with me as i walked as fast as i could in the opposite direction.

“why so you can tell him not to harass other team members and he will just do it again? or so you can make him run 30 laps on the track tomorrow?”

he gripped my wrist pulling me into him.

it looked worst then it really was but then again luke tried to beat the living shit out of me. we were sparring again. and he took it too far. again.

my lip was split open and the black eye he gave me was already starting to swell shut.

“who the fuck did this to you?”

his hands were cold and soft as he traced the end of my bruise.

“you should see the other guy” my lips perked up in a smile but ghosts face remained placent with the mask on.

his other hand slid to the back of my neck examining my jaw. which aparently didn’t look good judging from the look on his face.

his gaze hardened. “luke”

his hands slithered away as he took a step back i grabbed onto him this time. “ghost please just leave it”

my eyes pleaded with him the best i could. “i’ve got it under control.”

he stood silently for a few more seconds before the palms of his hands reappeared on my cheeks faster than i could blink. i cringed in pain as my right jaw screamed from the interaction. he pulled it away. the fire in his eyes only multiplied.

“how many times?”

well only, everytime i trained with him. which was once or twice a week, but when the guys were on missions without us it was a lot more. and those were a lot harder to hide.

“i can’t even believe i’m asking you.” my brows scrunched in confusion.

he shut his eyes one more time, “please just let me take care of him.” we stood in silence for a little while longer before i muttered “okay” and he was gone.

walking into the weights room the next morning there was no sign of ghost or luke. just two newbies who were trying to bulk.

“fuck dude did you see ghost destroy that kid last night?”

my veins ran cold.

“bro that man is goated! Luke is lucky if he ever fucking walks again man!”

i dropped my towel walking straight to his room. my thoughts aided as a distraction on the way. and when he finally opened the door he was in nothing but grey sweats and a mask leaving his freshly showered hair exposed. along with his lean torso covered in tattoos and scars.

and the image was enough to make me forget why i was there in the first place.

“you-“

my words were caught in my throat. jesus christ how long had it been since i got laid?

“my eyes are up here baby”

my cheeks flushed as i looked back up to him.

“i know that smartass i was just- just- coming to say thank you.”

“mmm” he pushed the door open further walking in. an invitation.

my feet hit the solid metal floors as i shut it behind me.

“so is he, gone?”

ghosts back was faced towards me as his shoulders shook in silent laughter.

“what’s so funny?”

he turned around making eye contact with me before sitting on the corner of the bed manspread with his arms resting on his knees and his eyes still on me.

“he’s lucky if he can even talk after what i did”

i stepped closer to him.

“what if something happened to you ghost? what if he got the drop before you did? or-“

he pulled back sitting up straight. “you worried about me baby?”

i ran my hands through my hair tugging at the roots before he gripped my waist pulling me to stand at the edge of the bed.

“what’s the matter with you?”

my hands traced the paint on his mask.

“i just don’t wanna see you hurt.”

his eyes lit up in amusement “and how do you think i felt seeing you get your ass handed to you by a little boy?”

i shoved his shoulder as he pinched my behind gently. “don’t be a prick.”

but the smile on my face told him i didn’t really mean it. “if no one lays there hands on you i won’t have to be.”

“you can’t protect me from everything riley.”

his thumb traced the outline of my lips. “you questioning my skills again y/l/n?” my smile widened before he grabbed my waist pulling me flat on top of the bed with him hovering over me.

“you should put some clothes on it’s distracting.” i traced his tattoos absentmindedly.

“why would i do that when your clearly enjoying yourself.” my hand slapped his stupid abs, as he hid his face in my neck laughing.

his mask lifted up pressing gentle kisses on my neck. “be careful riley, that’s dangerous territory you’re entering. it’s hard to get out of.”

his face hovered over mine his lips still in view before he leaned down and kissed me. his lips were warm in comparison to his cold body as his tongue traced my lower lips. maybe it was the lack of oxygen but the pleasure from just this alone was hard to pull away from.

“it’s a good thing i’m not going anywhere then isn’t it?”

[avasmain69]

hey hey hey, can i request a fic? if so can i request toman founding members reacting to other members flirting with reader?🫶🏻🫶🏻

Ofc! Thank you for requesting! <3 I only accept 3-4 characters at a time tho!

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

CHARACTERS: TOMAN FOUNDERS

SUMMARY: How they react when another member flirts with their s/o.

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence/Blood, Death threat in Mikey’s part, kinda harassment in Draken’s part

⊹ MANJIRO SANO (MIKEY)

You and Baji were laughing about some ridiculous cat meme he found when a lower ranking member from his division decided to try and make a move on you, saying something along the lines of, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing around a bunch of delinquents?”. The man pretty much ignored Baji’s presence, who was now wide eyed and mentally calling the guy an idiot. Both you and Baji knew how possessive Mikey could be when it came to the people he deemed important to him. Almost on cue, Mikey comes and wraps his arms around your waist tightly. The guy, now bowing and apologizing profusely, looked scared, which you couldn’t help but giggle at. “Who the hell do you think you are?”, Mikey spoke loudly, giving the guy a terrifying glare. Everyone knew you belong to Mikey, as you sit up on his lap during meetings, so the guy had no excuse for his lame attempt at flirting. “The next time you pull some shit like that I’ll kill you”, Mikey threatens. Looking back, you see Draken and Baji smiling like maniacs, which only scared the guy further. “Let’s go babe” Mikey giggled while pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and dragging you away with his bright smile adorning his face.

⊹ KEN RYUGUJI (DRAKEN)

You and Ken were on a small date to nearby park and he had run to get something for y’all to eat from a food truck down on the other side of the parking lot. You were too busy admiring your boyfriend to notice the guy in a gang uniform walking your way. You were only made aware of his presence once he took a seat next to you on the wooden park bench and slung one of his arms over your shoulders, catching you off guard. “Hey pretty girl, bet you would have more fun with me than with any guy that would leave a girl like you all alone.”, the man voiced suggestively. “I’m not—”, but he wasn’t letting you finish your sentence. “C’mon baby, don’t be mean.”, he interrupted in an almost threatening tone. You quickly tried to pull him off of you but he caught your hands and held your wrists with a grip that was sure to leave bruises. “Get the hell off of me”, you shrieked, trying to force yourself out of the man’s grasp. Suddenly the man was being yanked off of you full force by none other than your devilishly handsome boyfriend. Ken had the man on the ground face down and was stepping on his head. “Who they hell ‘re you to be harassing my girl like that? And your a member of Toman? We don’t like shits like you in our gang.” Ryuguji’s loud voice rang, and you couldn’t be more grateful to your man who was now flashing a smile your way, and the look you knew meant he was asking if you’re ok.

⊹ BAJI KEISUKE

Your classes get out about 10 minutes before Baji’s do, so per usual you were sitting on a bench outside of the school waiting to meet up with your boyfriend and go out together. Except today, you can feel someone looking at you and you look up to see a guy gawking at you. Then you looked a little longer and realized that he was also a fellow Toman member as you’ve seen him at meetings before, he’s a member of Mucho’s division. Aparently the man noticed you watching him because he got up from where he was sitting and marches his way over looking pretty confident. “Hey baby? I saw you watching me, not shocking that a pretty girl like you would want someone like me.”, he beamed, sounding way too confident for his own good. “Yah no, not interested dude. I just noticed that you are in the same gang as my boyfriend cuz’ I’ve seen you at the meetings before.”, you replied with a look of disgust adorning your features. The man wasn’t too happy about your attitude though, as he grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stand up. The moment he tried to corner you against the brick wall of the school building, however, he gets punched in the jaw, sending him to the ground beside you. You weren’t exactly suprised to see Baji, as now it is the usual time you two leave. “If it wasn’t for you being a Toman member I would have hit you a lot harder than that”, Keisuke spits out, looking down at the guy with that stupidly attractive smirk you love to see. “Thanks baby! Let’s go, I’m not wasting anymore time here, I want to hangout with you now.”, you giggled while pressing a quick kiss to your boyfriends temple and dragging him away from the barely conscious guy on the pavement. “Seriously though, thank you for saving me love”, you repeat once you’ve gotten farther away from the school. “Nobody is going to get away with pulling some shit like that with me around, I promise.”, Baji replies with softness adorning his features.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Can you please do reader meeting Octavia for the first time after reader and Stolas officially dating? You know, after the divorce with Stella 🌟

Octavia meeting Stolas' S/O for the first time after his divorce.

You were hunched over the bathroom sink, having a borderline panic attack.

You were only able to keep your composure thanks to the warm embrace of your loving boyfriend, his arms wrapped around your stomach.

"What if she doesn't like me?" You asked breathlessly, staring at yourself in the mirror.

Stolas rubbed his hands up and down your arm, planting a few gentle kisses on your shoulder, "You'll do fine, sweetheart. Octavia will love you, you Just need to be yourself."

You took several deep breaths, running some water you splashed some in your face.

Wiping your face, you took one last deep breath and gave a nod. "Alright... lets do this." You told him.

Puffing out your chest, you turned, holding his hand and walked out of the bathroom.

You found Octavia sitting in one of the palace's tea rooms, staring down at your phone. Your breathing hitched when she saw you, the young girl getting to her feet.

She stood before you, before lazily looking you up and down with an unimpressed expression.

Extending your hand you told her, "You must be Octavia, ive really been looking forwards to meeting you."

Octavia looked at Stolas for a second, before sighing, reaching out and shaking your hand. "Yeah. Nice to meet you to." She said clearly unhappy to be there.

You just took it in stride, 'That's alright. She doesn't need to like you straight away. Baby steps (Y/N), baby steps.'

You all sat down, Stolas pouring us some tea.

Stolas tried his best, he really did.

He tried sparking up a conversation, talking about what Octavia liked, bringing up any of your shared interests.

All that usual first meeting stuff.

But no matter what he said or tried, it was clear Octavia wasn't having any of it.

There was a few more minutes of this slow grind, the conversation dying out several times.

You just sat there for a minute before one of the staff came in.

Aparently something had come up that required his immediate attention. And so with a brief apology to you both he got up and left.

You of course you were freaking out, this is literally the last thing you needed. You couldn't handle Octavia alone.

You could barely handle angst alone. How were you expected to handle it from the most vicious creatures of the social world.

The teenage girl.

The moment Stolas was out of sight, Octavia whipped out her phone. The two of you sat in silence for few minutes, the young owl staring at her phone.

"Sooooo..." you began.

Octavia glanced up at you before going back to her phone "So..." she replied sarcastically.

You sighed, leaning on your elbow. "You don't really like me in, do you?" You asked almost playfully.

Octavia stopped what she was doinh, looking up from her phone she scowled at you, "What do you think?" She asked, sarcasm dripping from her words.

You just released a dry laugh. "Yeah, I get how you feel."

That got the first real reaction from her of the day.

The young owl shot to her feet, slamming her hands on the table and screamed "How the hell could you know how I feel?!"

You looked at her for a moment before taking a sip of your tea, "You know... you are the most important thing in your fathers life." You told her sternly.

The owlet was seemingly taken aback by that, sitting back down she wore a frown.

"You consume so much of his waking thought, and you know what?" You asked her.

The owlet just raised a brow, shrugging her shoulders. You gave her a warm smile, "I love that."

Octavia seemed shocked at that, asking "Why?" To which you chuckled, "Because, you have a father that genuinely loves and cares about you. You have family." You told her warmly. "And I'm happy to be a part of that... even just a little bit."

There was silence for a few minutes, the young lady clearly processing what you'd said.

"So... you have a thing for my dad... because he's a good dad?" She asked, clearly puzzled.

You chuckled again, leaning on your elbow, "Octavia... I've been with a few guys in my youth." You told her somberly. "And every one of them ended up being..."

You were silent for a long minute, looking to the side, "Bad... They were bad people a-and they did bad things... to me" You finished, rubbing your arm.

There was another long pause, neither of you saying anything, but after a moment a gentle smile crossed your lips.

"But your father..." You began, warmth in your voice. "Your father is a good man. He's good to me and he's good to you."

There was another long pause, before you reached out and gently cupped her hand, "I understand you don't really like me Octavia. And I want you to know, I don't blame you" You told her.

"My father disappeared when I was probably a bit younger then you. My mother dated a few guys, and some tried to be the 'father figure' role, but it never worked out."

There was a long pause, the young owl telling you "I'm... I'm sorry." She told you, clearly upset.

You squeezed her hand, "Its alright." You told her, "I survived, and I know youll survive as well, because you've got such strength in you octavia. You've already put up with so much, and I'm sorry to say, there will probably be a bit more to put up with." You told her somberly, "But you'll survive, you've got too much of your dad in you to give up." You told her, trying to raise the mood.

Octavia looked surprised and a little emotional, wiping her eyes.

You sighed, running a finger over her hand, "I'm not trying to replace anyone Octavia. I understand you can't replace what you had... but I love your father and I And I want to be a part of both your lives." You gave her your best warm smile, "Do you think you can give me a chance?"

You tried to look calm while internally you were freaking out, praying to whoever was listening that Octavia would believe you were being genuine.

Octavia was expressionless for several moments, eyes looking down at your hands before she looked up at you.

A small smile crossed her mouth as she brought her other hand up to grab your own.

"I last thing need right now is another parent... I can barely handle the two I already have." You both had a little chuckle at that, "Buttt... I could use a friend. You know? Someone I could come to, that understands what I'm going through." She finished a little meekly, looking up at you.

Your heart swelled with joy, giving her a big smile you nodded your head. "Yeah... I'd like that." You told her, wiping the dew from your eyes.

You both smiled for a moment, a warmth filling the room.

A sound at the door got both your attention, turning to the sound, you found a very happy Stolas, face absolutely dominated by a wide smile as he hugged himself.

"Ooooh, I'm so happy to see you getting along." He practically squealed.

And like that Octavia pulled her hands back, pulling her beanie over her face, "Ugh, Dad!" She growled.

Stolas released a little dad chuckle, coming over and sitting besides you, planting a kiss on your cheek. "Everything alright when I was gone?" He asked sweetly, curling his hand around your own.

You smiled, giving him a nod before telling him "It went..." You looked over at the Octavia.

The young owl peaking at you from beneath her beanie, "It went perfectly." You told him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

After that, things really picked up, now that Octavia was actually interacting with you.

The two of you actually had a lot in common, most surprisingly being your taste in music. The two of you spending easily half an hour talking about your favourite band.

Stolas just sat there, silently watching the two of you having your lively back and forth, the Owl could barely contain the immense amount of joy he felt at seeing his two most favourite people in all Hell getting along.

And it would be as Octavia was finding something on her phone that you noticed his gaze, looking at him, you asked "What's up?"

The owl said nothing, shaking his head he leaned down and kissing your cheek. Holding you close as you and Octavia went back to your conversation.

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

ive heard abt the haunting of bly mannor cause iirc one of the people i used to read who wrote for booksmart way back when had wrote something. i know nothingggg abt it but ive considered that one. YEAH the 100 😭. ayo whats her name started kissing a guy and i was so turned off so i fast forwarded through that and at some point i was just so confused and the whole part where they killed off a bunch of people on that ship just was like.. yeahhhhh.

ILL FESS UP lmao!!!! okay so i own the first 6 seasons on dvd and ive watched them -> did skip through all the sex scenes 💀. my mom was convinced i was watching it for *that* reason BUT NO. plot!!!! i was like 16-17?? i got in trouble cause i took one of the disks to my dads and he had came home and caught me trying to watch it in my ps2 bc it wouldnt let me in the dvd player and he had made me sit through some of it and i remember just sweating and dreading that there wouldn't literally be a sex scene. LIKE FULL ON anxiety 😭. anyway lore. he was not happy about me watching it- NEITHER of them were. ive read so much vauseman fanfiction 😭😭😭. i miss them so SO much taylor schilling is hot. idc.

but like- i didnt actually watch s7??? i just never got my hands on it physically 🫡. so like i remember but i just never finished it. i should rewatch it and YES we should TALK about it. i have so much to say about them. s7 wasnt available on dvd and i was waiting but i just never got my hands on it.

i should rewatch batwoman cause i think i really liked the first season but it just went downhill because of ruby getting injured and the continuity being ruined. it wasnt bad and alice was fascinating.

OH MY GOD WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT PITCH PERFECT ASAP. anna kendrick was my gay awakening 😭. HAVE YOU SEEN A SIMPLE FAVOR CAUSE- her kiss w blake lively is iconic and blake lively in a suit is just- yum??? i love women. i haven't read the book but aparently its different from the movie and it doesn't end sapphic but hey like.... i took what i could get then 😭.

bechloe was ON my mind at all times. i was soooo up that fandom's ass. i miss them so much. my babies. i have bookmarks on my ao3 abt them but i did a lot of reading abt them on ff.net- both them and vauseman. pitch perfect 2 is by far probably the best but i can low key quote pitch perfect 1 by heart bc i used to watch it daily when i was 15.

SAPPHO WHATS WITH THE SUPERCORP CONTENT ON MY DASH HELP 😭

Sorrrrry. I was consumed by the madness. It all started when I realized one of my favorite fic authors (and all time favorite for supercorp) is on here. And then I got supercorp on my dash and remembered they are both very hot and very good together. It will happen again 😁

[summonthebats]

Did Mo Xing Tong Xiu do this on purpose?

I have a lot of feelings about Shen Jiu, aka Origanal Shen Qingqiu, and I would like to not be fixated on the dead child abuser. Alsa he does have a terrible back story and somehow more character development then all of the actual characters in the story. Despite being dead the entire time.

But! Have an escaped slave who suffered all flavours of child abuse, added a crime apprentiship, then the one guy he wants to trust refusing to give him pertinant information while acting like he did something terrible, then the isolation of life surrounded by rich kids who have no idea what he's been through or how he survived (because he won't tell them, and is right not to giving this is a pro-slavery country) and asume the worst when he can't treat spars like anything other than the life or death figths he's used to.

On which note- Liu Qingge is a serious threat and should not have been fighting anyone who has learned to kill things that threaten him. Also Shen-Jiu-panics-and-kills-Liu-Qingge-mid-spar would be an interesting au.

Oh, and because of said Mr not explaining himself to the understandbly paranoid and his blatent and unwelcome favouritism he has not chance of friends. Since everyone who isn't pissed about the favouritism is pissed about the rejection, and aparently no-one is consdiering that Mr not-taking-no-for-an-answer is refusing to take no for an answer.

Which of those was worse for Shen Jiu's mental health? And this from Qi-ge who he really wanted to trust.

Plus everyone, including his Yue Qingyuan asuming the worse at all times, plus a slave childs expectation of getting blamed anyway and there being no point explaining himself, plus having no-one he can trust while surrounded by what are supposed to be his martial sibblings who are supposed to respect him but keep acusing him of murder atempts.

Excuse you, this feral cat man killed a manor before he had any weapons training, if he tried to kill you you'd die.

But he musters enough cultivation power to be a peak lord, enough education to be the Qing Jing peak lord (and it says something that the old peak lord decided to put him in charge of children, but nothing good). Stays and is loyal despite this being a toxic situation that is only going to make him worse.

And he is a child abuser.

By the standards of Shen Yuan the modern reader. In historical context, a harsh teacher but nothing worth bothering over, and look, none of the other peak lords bother over it.

Making Shen Jiu the single most insteresting character in the book, when he is not in the damn book!

Am i ment to believe this was an acident, huh????