#i know the speeling is wrong

[imagine-in-tolkiens-world]

[red-velvet-0w0]

arlight so i was thinking about the norse god heimdall, and how his death acts as a sort of canary call, the first to die in ragnarok, but with his death warning the others of what is coming. and that got me thinking about, you guessed it, canary!jimmy. And then I thought "but what if life series norse god symbolism" (or maybe even AU not sure)

So I present:

Jimmy - Hiemdall (for afformentioned reasons)

Martyn - Tyr (martin is the Hand to Rendog, Tyr loses his hand to the fenrir wolf)

Rendog - Fenrir wolf

Scar - Loki (he just is okay I cant really explain it)

Grian - Odin (eye themes, omniscience, is the most powerful, complex love hate relationship with loki/scar)

Scott - Frey (god of nature & peace, dies from not having a sword, like how scott refuses to kill)

Joel - Thor (it just fits idk)

Lizzie - Sif (Joels wife, also kinda fits)

BigB - Bragi (god of poetry, bigb is skilled manipulator)

Etho - Ullr (god of hunt, duels, and winter)

Bdubs - Narfi (tricked by odin to turn on brother (impulse))

Cleo - Jormungandr (something about dripping poison into the world feels very on brand for them) (not as an insult) (more as a compliment if anything)

Tango - Mimir (god of inteligence who (depending on the version) dies due to his own actions)

Mumbo - Kvasir (god of innovation and invention)

Skizz - Baldur (hes just a sweet guy who dies too soon)

Impulse - Vali (betrayed by an brother (bdubs) and death lead to "binding" of loki/scar)

Pearl - Hel (she just is)

Gem - Freya (goddes of love but also battle)

[romanticintheory]

HI I JUST READ YOUR "SIMON BETRAY YOU" AND YOU KNOW WHATTTT IT HURTS SOO GOOD OMG THANKS FOR MAKING THATT SJWISHWBSHSJSBWJSBWBS

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and.. maybe can you write for a part two? pleaseee🥺

HIII TYSM IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED!!! here's a pt 2! i am very sick at the moment, though, so this might be a bunch of gibberish (i sincerely apologize if so). hope you like it <3

simon riley betrays you pt. 2

simon "ghost" riley x reader || pt. 1 || masterlist

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-miraculously, they let you go.

-you half expected someone to drag you out of the car with the barrel of a gun pressed against your temple with the intent to fire, but no. after a few excruciatingly long hours alone with your arms and legs bound, someone new came to cut your ties and let you loose.

-maybe they were just bad at their job, you thought. after all, why would they let you, essentially a witness, go free without any repercussions?

-a few years pass. you try to move on, but its impossible when your entire world was shattered in one night.

-you never heard back from your father since then, but that wasn't the thing that hurt the most. you couldn't go a single day without thinking about the sting of betrayal. any happy moment you had was spent comparing the time you felt that same feeling with him, before anything in the world was wrong to you.

-what's worse, there was something telling you that you shouldn't tell anyone about it even if you wanted to. a voice in your head kept telling you that maybe, maybe they're keeping you on a leash. maybe someone was watching you at this very moment ready to take you out the moment you spilled your experiences.

-in a way, your fears are confirmed when you meet simon again miles away from the last place you lived. you had moved for this exact reason; you never wanted to see his face for as long as you lived.

-it happens when you're walking alone in the street. you moved to this area specifically because you heard it was quieter and, more importantly, safer. but how much of that could you escape, really?

-your attacker approaches you as you're making your walk home from work, a kind of confidence on his face that makes the common individual want to roll their eyes.

-"what's a sweet thing like you doing out alone at night, huh?" he asks, his footsteps staggered like he's had one too many drinks.

-you give him the usual speel of, "oh, my friends are waiting for me... yeah, i've got a boyfriend. haha, i'm okay, no need to accompany me, thanks."

-your soft attempts at rejection only seem to agitate him, because next thing you know he's stepping toward you and putting a hand on your arm with a bone-crushing grip.

-"c'mon jus' let me-"

-his voice is cut off by the sound of a loud thud and the stranger's yelp of pain. it takes you a second, but you realize the defense on your behalf came from beside you.

-oh, thank god.

-you and your now injured attacker now adjust your gazes to sit on the silent newcomer. just like that, your settled sense of dread has come back and increased tenfold.

-there he was, with that stupid mask over his face and his hands curled into fists for preparation of what he was going to do next if the man didn't scurry off.

-"you'll leave," he says darkly under subtle pants, as if he ran before coming to your rescue. "if you know what's good for you."

-the stranger wastes no time in running off into the night, leaving you with your worst nightmare.

-for a while, you both stare at each other like you can't believe the other is real. it takes everything in you not to cry or beg him for answers. no, after everything you worked for, you're not going to throw away everything you built in the past few years to recover from him just to throw it all away now... right?

-"why are you here?" you ask coldly. "come to finish the job?"

-although your eyes were icy and your questions came with a rigid tone, there was genuine fear in your question. what if the soldier that untied you wasn't supposed to? what if you were supposed to be dead all those years ago?

-"no. never."

-even though he knows the reason why, his heart still hurts at the thought of you believing he'd just up and kill you like that.

-"really? that's rich," you scoff, except you're terrible at hiding the tremble in your breath and the tremors traveling through your body.

-spotting your growing fear, he scrambles for something, anything, to make you fear him less.

-"i was worried, that's all. after that night," he pauses, eventually deciding to skip the details of what he did to your father. "i didn't know where you went. thought i could just get over it, but i guess i just knew i needed to check in on you just in case."

-you resist the urge to roll you eyes. "right. you're back again to 'check in on me'? to come back and meddle in my life again?" you're struggling to keep your tears back as they form in your eyes. "you've already taken so much. how selfish can you be?"

-he stares at you for a moment before slipping his hand into his pocket and taking out a gold watch that belonged to your dad.

-"i'm sorry about your father, but you have to understand that he-"

-"not that, simon. it was never that," you push his hand away and the offer that came with it. his eyes became confused. "i mean you. it's always been you. you just come into my life telling me you love me, that you want to be with me so much and then just take that all away? and you never even bothered to tell me it was a lie, just let me get tied up by some stranger to be left alone and scared!"

-there's a new look in simon's eyes at your words, but it's hard to decipher them from behind the mask.

-"it wasn't a lie," he says slowly, lowering the hand with the watch in it back to his side.

-"oh, please." the trembling has not died down in the slightest. "i bet you're still mad that worker of yours took pity on me and let me leave before you could do anything about it. like i said, back to finish the job."

-your eyes are now trained on the ground. there was a conflicted feeling in your body at the moment. on one hand, this was the man that let you get tied up and left in a car while he "handled" your father. on the other, this was the man you loved. the one who was kind to your ever desire, who always understood you in ways you never knew possible.

-"i told them to let you go," he finally manages.

-"what?"

"i..." he hesitates. "i told my captain that if i was going to give them your father's location, they were to let you go no questions asked when the whole ordeal was over with." and it was true. he hated even imagining poor you, being interrogated by his colleagues in an isolated, barren room. you had been through enough.

-and even if you had been a part of your father's scheme, there was a part of simon that loved you too much to care (though he'd never admit it to himself).

-it was a good thing price trusted his judgment. he didn't know what he would've done had he said no.

-the tears are now streaming down your face and you can do nothing to stop it. it all felt like so much. you were so, so confused. if he did love you, why did you feel this way? how much of this could you trust?

-cautiously, he goes to wipe the tears away from your face, murmuring a quiet, "hate it when you cry." for a second, it was a familiar feeling. you felt like you were back in your shared flat with simon while having a breakdown over life's struggles. in moments like those, you never would have expectated that life's struggles could take the form of simon himself.

-you can't help but lean into his touch. maybe you were insane for allowing him to touch you like this, but you wanted nothing more than to let him into your life again. the resolve you worked so hard to build was crumbling away the longer you spent with him.

-"the reason it took so long for me to find you..." he's holding your face in his hands, now. "for so long, i thought i ought to leave you alone. i know i should. i wasn't lying about when i said i was worried if you were still alive, but," he swallows the lump in his throat before continuing. "i also miss you. 'nd i know, 's incredibly selfish of me after everything i've done to you, but i can't help it."

-one of his hands leaves your face to slide the mask and balaclava off his face. there he was again, his aged brown eyes and soft jawline, the sides of his face littered with small scars you still remember to this day.

-"i'll make it up to you," he whispers. "anything you ask, i'll answer. about my past, your father, anything. you ask me to get you something, i'll have it for you wrapped all nice 'nd pretty. hell, i'll get on my knees and pray to you if you order me to, love."

-it was like your nightmare turned into a fantasy, having him here begging for your forgiveness.

-"anything you want, i want to give to you. jus' let me be a little selfish, too."

-you bite your lip as you think it over. you know the correct answer would be a clear, hard no, but you can't bring yourself to do it. not after all those nights wishing he was encasing you in his arms again, whispering all the things he adored about you as you drifted off into sleep.

-as much as you shouldn't be believing him, you do.

-"...anything?" you ask hesitantly, and it takes everything in simon not to pull you in close and never let go.

-again. no, he needs to be sure he won't scare you off again.

-"anything," he promises, fingertips tracing the edge of your jawline.

-"okay," you agree, the tears finally having stopped flowing. happiness does not even begin to describe what simon was feeling. "for starters, you can walk me home."

-with the watch long forgotten and broken on the edge of the sidewalk, he holds your face for a bit longer before letting go. eventually, he offers his arm to you and you take it.

-there's a part of him that mourns the years lost that he could've had with you. maybe, if he came to you sooner, he wouldn't have to be so careful about being around you, now. but, no, these were the consequences of his actions.

-at the very least, you were still giving him a second chance, and he was intent on not fucking it up this time.

[braydons-world]

He kisses his neck

open starter: its exactly what it looks like….:

You walk into the iris cabin to yap to Braydon but instead you see him on the counter

what is he…. No

yeah yall guessed it he’s smoking again

he turns to see you in the doorway

I-it’s its not what it looks like

tags👇

@demigod-jack-hearth

@the-smart-and-the-dumb-one

@of-course-im-the-winner

@lisadaughter-of-hepheastus

@i-was-never-sane

[slocumjoe]

I thoroughly enjoy your takes on the relationship between Danse and Hancock post-BB, with Hancock being the local cat and laying on Danse every chance he gets because He Gets Him. It's very, very sweet and it really seems like the kind of reaction I'd expect out of Johnny given his personality.

YOU FOOL, YOU GAVE ME AN EXCUSE TO TALK AT LENGTH ABOUT MY ENEMIES-TO-FRIENDS FANFIC ARC

Trigger warnings for suicide, self-harm, drug use, alcoholism, sexual assault/groping, and a mental breakdown. This is not fun.

Also this is insanely long. It's so long. This took me 4 hours to type with a single 2-Taco break. Is if fanfic if there's only, like, 5 bits of dialog? Is this fanfic? Oh my God what is wrong with me

Hancock's (and the others') opinion of Danse starts shifting sometime during the Minuteman arc, when Augustijn starts really greasing the wheels to get the Minutemen up and at 'em.

So, they've all had some time to get to know Danse on a basic level. Hancock, in particular, knows him enough to know he fucking hates him. Everything about him. The way he talks, the tones he takes, his goody-two-shoes speel when he's an asshole. Everything. Hancock cannot fucking stand him and is constantly going at Danse's throat, sometimes just because he's bored and it's so easy to piss him off, sometimes he's genuinely hoping Danse starts a fight that Hancock can and will finish.

But then they go through one of the settlements, one day. Hancock kind of wanders off. Not too far, but away from the gang. A few people see a ghoul on his own and try it. He gets swarmed, they're trying to make him throw the first hit thinking he won't but there's a lot more of them, and Gus and the others have moved on. So, Hancock's in a bad fucking way—

—until a big, metal hand blocks a bat aimed at his dome.

Danse gives the assholes one hard look, and very few wastelanders will look up at a T50 helmet and think they stand much chance. But Danse gets in front of Hancock anyway, arm still out and over him. His would-be attackers slink off quick.

Danse makes sure Hancock isn't injured, then asks he not wander off like that again, for that very reason. Not even angry, or annoyed, or derisive. Just genuinely worried about his safety. And walks him back to the others.

Hancock has no fucking idea what to think of that exchange.

Danse sees Hancock wander off, he follows him, he sees he was in danger, he helps him.

Hancock would not have done the same for Danse. And it fucking bothers him that, despite everything, Danse still went out of his way, looking out for him. Next time they camp for the night, he has Isadora go ask the big guy about it. Fuck no, he's not asking himself.

Isa reports back that Danse just...thinks he has to. It's his job to make sure all of these civilians are safe. He does it for everything else, why wouldn't he then? Hancock was in danger. Danse is the guy who gets in front and takes the danger himself. It's that simple to him.

See, Danse is the dude in Power Armor. Danse takes the hits in a fight, because they bounce right off. Deathclaws? Danse gets in front. Mutants? Danse gets in front. And, apparently...bigots? ...Danse gets in front of those...too...despite...what the fuck?

If Hancock didn't hate Danse before, he certainly does now, because now Danse has gone and made shit complicated. He likes his jackasses nice and simple with nothing deeper than the skin, and...whatever that was, that was layered. And Hancock doesn't like thinking too much about people he can't stand. Especially not when he might just think they're not that bad.

The same thing happens with Nick, somewhere in Diamond City. Someone scared and mistrustful and thinking old Valentine went and turned coat, they attack Nick in broad daylight, take a shovel at him. Danse is there before they get a hit in. Nick. He goes out of his way to keep Nick safe. And where Hancock loathes him for it, Nick gets something of a respect for the guy.

Hancock talks to others, when its private. Preston isn't sure what to think of him, but Preston keeps his cards close to his chest, so who knows. Bobby thinks he's fine when he isn't talking. Piper gets irritated when he fusses over her, her recklessness. No one really knows what to make of this one fucking guy, beyond finding him pretensious and self-righteous.

So it's just Hancock, who's really turning Danse over in his head. But Nick, he's clearly got an opinion, got a read on crew-cut. He just doesn't share with the class. But Hancock thinks Nick sees something in him, because he takes utmost care to make coffee the way Danse seems to like it. Hancock confronts him on this, and the old bag of bolts just shrugs, says, "Well, he deals with things we don't want to deal with. We owe him that much, don't we?"

On Danse's side, Hancock isn't notable. Hancock is one of many in this motley group that dislikes him and wants him gone. Danse keeps to himself anyway, and is used to being the odd one out. To him, it doesn't matter. His job is to protect them and join Knight Reinier on his mission. What he thinks of Reinier's group is irrelevant. He does his job even if they don't want him to. What, is he supposed to let them die? Just because they don't like him? Abhorrent. Even if Hancock seemingly wants to gut him and is a nightmare to deal with, he is under his protection. Regardless how either of them feel about it.

Hancock notices this about Danse and fumes. He doesn't want to be taken care of by someone he fucking loathes. He hates debts. He hates morality and shit not making sense. He hates feeling like he doesn't have all the answers already.

This confusion...continues? Worsens? When Danse's nature is revealed.

Augustijn is off in the Institute, tentatively trying to broker peace, get Isadora the title of Director, when the gang gets the word. They're waiting at the Boston Airport at the teleporter. Danse was left at the Sentinel Site. Maxson storms down from his blimp, asks if any of them knew about Danse.

The Brotherhood is hunting Danse, now.

Haylen catches them as they leave to find him. Tells them where to go. Hancock can't stop making jokes and laughing. It's funny. It's ironic. It's a great joke to play on someone. It's perfect. It's the best punishment ever. It might just mean Danse finally—

Danse might—

The others, some of them saw it coming. Hancock didn't. If he did, he'd have rubbed it in Danse's face, stuck it in place of his name, spat it out at him with a grin.

They get to that bunker, Nick, Dogmeat, and Curie take the elevator down. X6-88, a courser who should really be trying to capture Danse, is off to the Institute to get Gus and Isa.

They wait outside. Nick and Curie don't come up the elevator. Cait wonders if Danse really did kill himself. She turns the thought over in her head, and says it seems fitting even if she hadn't thought of it before. Preston turns green where he stares at the setting sun and agrees. Says he always thought about it. Danse almost always took nightshift. So did Preston. They'd argue over it, insist the other one needed sleep more. "Most people want to sleep," Preston says, and by his face alone, Hancock really does think Danse is fucking dead down there.

He takes the elevator. He has to know.

Maybe he's—maybe it's because of himself. Maybe Hancock remembers sitting in an old ruin, huffing poison, so desperate he actually prayed that it'd kill him. He hates Danse. Hates him. Does he hate him that much? Maybe its principle. I want to kill you myself, so you can't—

He gets down there. Hears Nick. Hears Curie. Doesn't hear Danse. But Nick is talking, addressing him, the situation, so he must be alive. Curie promises Augustijn should be there soon, please take a moment to breathe. Danse laughs and Hancock about shits himself because that isn't a noise Paladin Fucking Danse makes, and he never wants to hear that fucking noise again.

It takes so long. Nick talks and talks and talks, and so does Curie, and Danse barely says anything. Danse rarely talked, anyway. It's normal for him. He's a quiet guy. Keeps to himself. He never joined in conversation. Hancock liked that about him, he knew when he wasn't wanted. Hancock wonders if he would have ever spoken to them if they didn't try and fuck with him. Deacon would move his tools in garages. MacCready pestered him with inane questions to see how deep he'd scowl. Cait and Hancock both loudly discussed if he was a virgin.

It sets in, there.

Hancock tried to, too. Hancock went through with it and it didn't take. Danse was still going. He was letting Nick talk. Letting Dogmeat whine at his legs. Letting Curie check his arms, take his weaponry.

Danse had every reason to do it. Every reason, and no reason not to. No one would miss him, pity him. It was his job, anyway. He could have done it and Hancock would have thrown a party celebrating that the fuckhead was dead. But he didn't. He didn't. He wasn't going to. He fucking wanted to, God knows that, Nick never stopped talking him down, but Danse didn't do shit and Hancock didn't know if that made him a coward or—or—

Gus and Isa showed up. Augustijn threw himself at Danse. Isa told Hancock the old man, his baby? Shaun. Gone. Gone for good. They were at his bedside. Saw him off.

Hancock hears Augustijn sob, turns to peek into the window. Danse holds Augustijn like he himself has no problems in the world, like he's already forgotten he's a synth. Hancock leaves and Isa follows him out. Everything after that is a blur, save for Maxson showing up. Then things are a blur again. Danse tries to stay the bunker. Preston, shaky in the legs after his General tried to fistfight the Elder of the Brotherhood, says fuck no.

Curie and X6 took Danse back to Sanctuary. The rest of them got to watch Maxson and Desdemona agree, for once, as Isadora insisted they not blow up the Institute. Hancock remembers jackshit else.

The Minutemen take over the Institute with the Brotherhood and Railroad's help, and Isa gets her very own group to boss around. Synths get taken care off, the Institute stops being shitheads, the Brotherhood sticks around to make sure Isa keeps her promises.

Hancock pretends it didn't happen. He still torments Danse. He still pesters him. Danse reacts...better. He lets Hancock do it, doesn't defend himself. Hancock brings it up, teases him, regrets it immediately even if Danse doesn't react. He doesn't do that again.

They go back to Sanctuary. Augustijn is a wreck. Isadora is below ground, hard at work. Hancock finds Danse. It's like nothing happened. He acts the same. Seems the same. Augustijn frets over him before duty calls him away. Gus and Isadora are gone, trying to figure out the new political sphere of the Commonwealth. The rest of them take a well-earned break.

Danse kind of vanishes.

They know he's there, he's around. Just working. Always on guard duty, always performing maintenance. They don't see him. That's usually how it is, so Hancock thinks it's fine. He goes to buy more chems. Lady there says hey, that guy you always bitched about? I think he's loosening up, finally. Been buying grape mentats.

He knows he should say something and he doesn't. He likes chems. Its good that Danse is doing them, now. Its good. And grape mentats! Maybe he'll finally make friends, be tolerable. Maybe he'll even get laid. Next time Hancock sees him, Danse has dropped too many pounds. He tells himself its fine.

The wasteland gets its peace. The Institute is going to actually help, now. The RR and BOS won't go to war with anyone. To celebrate, they all go drinking. Preston and Curie drag Danse along but they all lose him in a corner pretty quickly. Hancock sends some shots his way but doesn't pay attention. No one does. They party and forget that Danse is there at all. Hancock turns around and Danse is gone. He asks the bartender if he noticed where he went. Out the door, he says. Got himself a friend for the night, looks like. Danse doesn't do that. Hancock trips and breaks his stool, he's out of that bar so fast. Finds Danse barely standing in the alley and his 'friend' is far too handsy. Cait deals with her. He didn't realize Cait was behind him but he focuses on getting Danse...somewhere. Fucker is pretty light. He shouldn't be.

Hancock ends up dropping him anyway. Sees his face and almost pukes because he knows that fucking look and this is his fault. He kept sending him shots. He didn't look at him once, or invite him over to the bar. He left him to chug alone in a corner when all of them were partying. Danse was in trouble and just like he thought he would, Hancock didn't do shit.

He tries to pick him up again. Danse takes one heaving breath and drops his face in the dirt and cries. Hancock looks at Cait and she's off to find Nick, or Curie, or anyone who doesn't hate Danse.

He doesn't know what to do. He just pats his back awkwardly. Danse, whenever one of them was upset, always offered a hug. They usually took it. MacCready took it. Isadora took it. He even hugged Curie, the first time she couldn't save someone. Danse admitted, once, that he just never knew what else to do.

So Hancock pulls him up and hugs him. Tries to. Danse is heavy even if he's dropped a third of his weight and Hancock goes stumbling down against the wall, with a drunk, hurt Danse in his lap. He thinks its working, having his arms around him, until Danse starts babbling.

It's exactly what you would expect and yet Hancock isn't ready for it. You hear it from yourself, its normal. You hear it from someone else and its the worst thing you've ever heard. But the worst part is that Danse keeps saying sorry. Sorry for crying, for being drunk, for being heavy, for being awful, for being alive. He's sorry, a million times he's sorry.

Hancock never once wanted it. Not before, when he really did hate him, and not now, not like this. He tries to quiet him down, tell him its fine, but then Danse starts begging him to kill him. Thats when his heart starts beating so loud he can't hear anything else, when everything gets blurry again.

Nick shows up. Helps drag him to a hotel room. Shushes him when he begs for death because he can't kill himself, he promised Augustijn he wouldn't, and just flops him on the bed. Hancock throws up in the bathroom.

Nick says he'll stay and keep an eye on Danse. Hancock digs through Danse's coat, finds the key to his apartment somewhere in the Concord district.

It's not as bad as he was expecting, but worse in a different way. There's a present for Piper's birthday half-wrapped, a box of her favorite lemon candy that's so expensive, she doesn't even look at it when they find it. A photo album of his time in the Brotherhood. Booze everywhere. No decor. It's lonely and small, like Listening Post Bravo. What worries Hancock is that there's weaponry. He finds an empty box and shoves all of Danse's kitchen knives in, his forks and spoons too so he can't stab himself or scoop out his eyes. He even debates taking his coffee machine. They're like toasters, right? Could he kill himself with one? But then Hancock says fuck it. He isn't letting Danse stay here period. Not like this. The knives and forks and spoons can stay. He takes the coffee pot anyway, because it made a truly rancid noise when he unplugged it and it stinks of burnt circuitry. Danse deserves better.

He finds Nick the next morning and tells him everything. The mentats, the weightloss, Danse's shitty apartment, everything that Hancock's been worried about and then some. Nick tells Hancock that he already knew about the mentats. Danse woke up in the night and puked and it was purple. Neon purple.

Hancock laughs at it, tells Nick he kept sending Danse shots when he was on chems and wonders when he'll stop being a shitty friend. Nick claps him on the shoulder and tells him shitty friends don't care about coffee pots.

He goes to see Danse, first thing when the sun is up. Big guy's face down on his pillow, face pickle-green and scrunched up as Curie lists off various coping mechanisms in place of alcohol and drugs. Hancock shoos her away. Danse asks Hancock if he's willing to tell him what the fuck happened. Nick won't. Curie doesn't know. Cait only said she 'dealt with it' and 'it won't be happening again' and 'they'll never find her' and 'she had pineapple gum on her, do you want some?'

Hancock tells him, and over the retelling of the shitshow from last night, comes to appreciate just how expressive Danse can be. His scowls were always incredible to watch, like his very skull was scrunching up. The thought is all he has to get through it without...puking again? Crying? Grabbing him by the shoulders and screaming at him for the love of fuck, we don't hate you?

Danse blinks owlishly. Clicks his tongue. Shrugs, slaps his knees, and stands to leave. Says it was unfortunate and he won't be doing it again, he's so sorry for the inconvenience—wait, why do you have my coffee pot?

Hancock looks at the fucking coffee pot under his arm, and looks at Danse, and gives it to him straight. He's too exhausted for anything else. He has it because it's shitty. Its a shitty coffee pot from a shitty apartment in a shitty part of Sanctuary. Danse is a fucking tech genius, or whatever, if he wanted a good coffee pot he could make one. He could spend money on one, and not lemon candy for Piper. He could borrow one, or get coffee at the little Cafe down his street that gives it free. Its a shitty machine and its shitty that he puts up with it, just like he puts up with all of them being shitty, even long after he arguably deserved it. He doesn't deserve shitty coffee. Nick got that before anyone else did. Danse doesn't deserve half of what he's ended up with. Hancock hates him but he hates himself more, so that just means he fucking hates that Danse is ending up the same way Hancock did. Burying everything in chems and booze and acting like nothing is wrong, or if it is, it doesn't bother him. He hates that he got what he wanted, Danse miserable and hating himself as much as Hancock does and one bad day away from killing himself. Most of all, he hates how little he could blame him if he did, and he hates how Danse really did end up being the better, bigger man who had to decency to feel bad about it all.

They stare at each other for a minute.

Hancock throws the stupid fucking coffee maker across the room and stands and screams we never fucking hated you either! They just didn't know him! He never let them! They never let him let them! It was an endless cycle of Danse being stand-offish, so they'd keep away, and then he'd take the hint and stand even farther away, so they'd keep fucking doing it, and look where it's led, you're so far away, we don't even know where the fuck you are to reach out and fucking help you!

Danse asks why Hancock should feel bad. He looks at Danse and asks how the fuck he ever got that T50 helmet on, having a skull that fucking thick. Danse was a shithead but so were all of them, so was Hancock. And then the big idiot shakes his head, looks like a kicked puppy, says he never hated them, did they all think that? He was hard on them but he never meant to—

You'd think he'd spoken in tongues, or grown his nose back. Danse looks a mix of hurt, confused, and guilty. Hancock doesn't want him to be any of that, he wants him to fucking understand. He wants him to see that it isn't just Augustijn who's scared for him. And he doesn't know how to make him see that, if Danse could ever see that.

Danse just...looks at the corpse of his coffee machine.

And again, apologizes for the heinous fucking crime of not doing a good enough job at powering through the worst time of his life for all of their comfort. How dare he bother them. Hancock wonders if this is how people feel looking at him, listening to his bullshit. But at least Hancock can look people in the eye while he does it. Danse stares at that broken, thrown away piece of garbage with a lump in his throat and looks like he wants to crumple into a ball and die on the floor.

"I know you're weird about the ghoul thing, but seriously, man, do you need a hug?"

"...pardon?"

"Do you want a fucking hug?"

His eyes water and widen and he flinches like he's been shot, and Hancock decides fuck it, if he doesn't like it, he can chuck me across the room.

Danse...probably likes it? He does—well, he doesn't do a lot of crying, he cried everything out last night. But there's crying. Buries his big stupid head in Hancock's shoulder and clings to him like a kid does a teddy bear after a nightmare. Hancock has always been a hands-on, touchy guy. He doesn't mind cuddling this asshole if that means he won't hop off a bridge come lunch. But his spine doesn't like the weight of Danse nor being bent to accommodate his height. Tall asshole. Hancock just kinda...shoves him at the bed. Makes to sit down. Sitting down becomes laying down. Hancock accepts his fate. He didn't sleep last night anyway.

Later, Curie re-enters and finds Hancock underneath a cried-to-sleep brick shithouse of a man. She only barely manages to not smile.

Once Danse wakes up, Hancock has made note of three things: Danse is very cuddly and honestly, is a top-tier cuddle-buddy, warm as hell; Danse is very pliable when he's just woken up; he's accepted that maybe he and Danse aren't so different, and if Danse is as stubborn as Hancock, getting him to knock off the destructive shit will take bartering.

Danse is not an easy man to barter with, Hancock knows. And he'll catch on if Hancock starts at 50, and if 50 doesn't cut it. Hancock goes right to 100 and tells Danse he'll cut way back on chems if Danse starts taking care of himself again, or at least lets himself be taken care of.

If there's anything that can get Hancock to do something, it's vindication. Danse has always been iffy on Hancock's liberal chem use. Of course the idea of getting his way, of winning that little battle, would be too tempting. Danse takes the bait. Hancock resigns himself to chem use only on weekends and holidays, and takes some pride in having convinced the prickliest cactus to let himself be vulnerable.

Augustijn comes back a week later. No one sees either of them. But the next time Hancock does see Danse, he's put some pounds back on. The chemist says he's stopped coming in. Hancock siccs Piper and Codsworth on Danse's apartment to decorate it. Piper finds her birthday present. Danse spends two hours scrubbing her red lipstick off his face, complaining about the surprise being ruined the whole time.

Shit gets weird when the little synth kid shows up. Given everything with Shaun, and who Augustijn is, just as a person, that kid was always gonna be weird and messed up. Danse takes to him immediately. If the kid isn't with his dad (adopted dad?), he's with Danse, in the garage, at the river, down at the farms, walking Dogmeat. Hancock thinks its a good look on him, a kid on his shoulders, in his arms, holding his hand. Even more so when Danse gets back to his old weight. And then a little more. Then quite a bit more, especially in the chest and thighs. And then Danse starts smiling, gets laugh lines. Cait and Deacon make a drinking game out of swatting away the 'honeyflies' whenever they start surrounding. Something about a big, bulky man being fatherly to a skittish kid just drives people fucking wild. Danse develops a taste for ugly ass button ups, and not even his fashion sense scares them off.

Hancock takes him for beer, occasionally, through it all. Buys him dinner just to be sure he's eating. Watches how Danse changes bit by bit. He puts fat on in the legs before anything else, then the stomach, then the arms. His cheeks fill out quickly, too. He makes a lot more jokes than Hancock thought. They're just delivered so straight, you don't notice if you don't know to look for them. Once Hancock starts looking, they're everywhere. He wonders how many he's made that Hancock took as an earnest remark, and gave him crap for. He asks. Danse just grins, all shit-eating.

They go out for drinks. It starts as Hancock just wanting to check up on him. It turns into Hancock's favorite part of the week. He finds him fascinating. Danse is a history nerd, of course he is. He's wistful for simple pleasures, like live music, or fishing, or sports, if only for the fact that they're symbolic of peace. He has strong opinions on mirelurks. He actually isn't a virgin and admits that his first and only time was so his at-the-time squadmates would stop giving him shit for not having sex. He has reoccurring nightmares about his best friend, and he still misses the guy so much, he doesn't want the nightmares to stop because they're all he has left of him. He has it bad for Gus but he loves Theo so fucking much, he feels like the kid's Pops whether he gets with his dad or not. He's better with the synth thing, what really bothers him is how he acted and treated others, and how it took being one of them for him to see it was wrong.

Hancock finds him sweet, dorky, heartbreakingly sentimental, underneath all those scowls and grumbles.

He has to admit that he likes this guy.

What really sells him on Danse is how much he'll let you do, if you're close enough.

Hancock is touchy. Hancock is always cold. Danse is very warm and, having gained a lot more weight than he lost, very soft and comfy. Danse is touch-starved.

Danse becomes his travel mattress, portable chair, teddy bear, space heater, pillow, et cetera. Giant soft thing filled with fluff and warm. And Danse lets him. Danse lets Hancock play with his surprisingly soft hair, rub his shoulders, tuck under his chin, lay across his shoulders like a scarf...

It's a cosmic joke.

It's more of a cosmic joke than Danse being a synth. Hancock could have been using this fucker as a bed the whole goddamn time. He'd seen Danse be cool with ghouls before. Wiseman at the slog. That ghoul kid near Quincy. Kent. Even fucking Daisy, hell, Daisy liked Danse. The whole time, the whole fucking time, Hancock could have had a giant, warm, soft teddy bear. But no. But no. The teddy bear had to go through the the fucking wringer first.

He tells Danse as much. Danse laughs, loud and rosy-cheeked, in a flamingo print shirt, and says it fluffed him up.

[wutwutno1]

Could I ask for a Doll X Reader comfort? I don't mind if there's vore or not. I haven't seen much of comfort oneshots.

Another day over, and two more to go. You drop your backpack next to the doorway to your room. It slumps over while you walk over to your bed. You flop down into it face down and groan.

It had been a week since your friend Doll, who you thought was just a quiet and soft-spoken Russian girl, went on a massacre at the prom. You roll over to look up at the ceiling, the bland eggshell white giving yourself little comfort from your mind.

Your mind hasn't stopped racing since the prom. Your one friend vanished, and everyone else stopped talking to you entirely. You could feel tears well in your eyes as you felt the days grow longer and harder while you could do nothing about it.

Just then, a ball of black mass with red lightning around it appears in your room. A flash of light, and there, standing in the middle of your room, was Doll looking at you solemnly. "Friend, what is wrong?" she spoke in her usual Russian.

"Hey, Doll. It's nothing. Don't worry about it." You glance over to Doll. You really wanted to tell her everything, but you just couldn't. You look back up at the ceiling. Unfortunately for you, Doll could see right through you.

"I know you're hurting, friend. Please, tell me what's wrong." Doll tilted her head sincerely and you could feel her worry-filled eyes stare at you. You turn your head to face her again, sitting up a little more this time. "I told you, I'm fine! Don't worry about it! Just...leave me alone..."

Oh god was that the wrong thing to say. Doll looked at you a little mad and that weird red hexagonal symbol with three arrows pointing out of it flashed over her eye and hand. You felt the oil in your body freeze as you worried about what she was going to do. Was she going to toss you like Lizzy? Pop you like a balloon like Brad? Or, god forbid, break your neck and squash you like Penny?

These thoughts coursed through your mind before you realized that Doll had just telekinetically picked you up softly and you were now floating in the air. Doll walked over to your beanbag chair in the corner of the room, bringing you along with her. She sits down on the chair and lays you in her lap with your head on her shoulder. Doll carefully wraps her arms around you, stroking your hair comfortingly.

"I can see that you're not doing too well, friend, but if you don't want to tell me, that's okay. I won't force you. But I can't just leave you to wallow in your own misery." Doll spoke softly and comfortingly. A few moments after starting to hold you, she slowly rocks left and right. You couldn't hold the tears back anymore and began to sob uncontrollably into her shoulder.

It took a while, but through a combination of your own efforts, and Doll's soft shushing and soft whispering, you get calm enough to speak. You tell her how bad it's been since the incident at prom. How no one talks to you or even looks in your direction anymore. Doll sat there and listened while you went on your speel. At the end, she says, "Well, don't let them get you down. Just know that I'll always be here if you need someone to listen, or a shoulder to cry on. Everything will be alright," Doll lifts your head so that you and her are looking eye to eye, "okay?" You nod your head. "Okay."

"Good. You and her stand up, sharing one more hug. "I've got to go now. Tessa will not be happy if I don't find the key. Remember, I've always got your back. I'll see you around!" And just like that, Doll vanishes in the same flash of light with a black floating mass and red lighting. You smile softly before you get confused.

"Who's Tessa?"

[privateanxieties]

prompts I am orphaning/putting up for adoption

Nobody seems to know anything about the Bugle's newest employee. She keeps to herself, and that makes increasingly unkind rumors spring up every day. Peter notices just how wrong everyone is through simple observations.

"It's typically cats that find themselves in this predicament - stuck in a very tall tree that they fearlessly climbed, yet soon unable (or unwilling) to get back down. Also typically, the fire department is the one to call in these situations. You have your own rescue service on speel dial."

After a night out, you arrive home with a fever and general weird behavior. The next morning, you're so drunk on Peter's scent and touch that you won't let him leave the bed.

Peter has a hard time asking you for help, so you spend the day taking care of him.

You let Peter know that he can come to you for anything. A week later you're comforting him as he cries into your arms. (roommates AU)

The abusive ex-boyfriend you once escaped tries to break into your apartment. Unfortunately for him, Spider-Man is your roommate.

You're never anyone's first choice, until you meet Peter Parker. Still, it's hard getting used to it.

You always leave fresh cookies out for Spider-Man like he's Santa Claus. Peter doesn't have the heart to keep disappointing you. It's this mistake that makes you discover his secret. (roommates AU)

Dressing rooms - the embodiment of hell, only with less fire and more fluorescent lighting. Peter finds a way to make them not as horrible.

Looking carefully at all the options available, Spider-Man's professional opinion was that she was fucked - at least, if she continued to unadvisedly try to help him.

So, feel free to use any of these for a fic or an imagine if you'd like. Personally, I don't think I'll be writing any of them, but maybe if I shout into the void, someone might scream back. Do tag me if you end up writing something off the list, I would love to read it!

[frozenhi-chews]

The few AUs I've made that I'm OBSESSED over are: "Redeemed Demon/Fallen Angel," "Arcadeton," and "Nightmare Aperture"

Redeemed Demon/Fallen Angel is a self ship Panspam AU when I was obsessed with Good Omens and made an AU based on that. But it's where Spamton was originally an angel and Pancake was a demon. When Earth was being created, they had to find ways of staying with each other. And Pancake managed to redeem herself while Spamton fell. And now they're stuck.

Arcadeton is when I listened to Cabinet Man and made an AU of Spamton in an arcade cabinet. He found a body in his Big Shot Era, was put into a cabinet, and stayed there for YEARS. Basically acting out the whole "Cabinet Man" speel. The arcade was abandoned for years after That Christmas Eve Incident. Years later they decided to open it up again. Everything was dusty yes, but none of the cabinets were touched or damaged. Except one. Huehue

Nightmare Aperture is the only non-Spamton one . Back in 2020, I was in a bit if a FNaF and Portal phase, so I mashed the two together. During GLaDOS's first start-up, something went horribly wrong. The entire facility became a biomechanical nightmare, all the bots becoming affected. Most of them could only eat meat. Wheatley is one of the R A R E few who doesn't need to. They all live in territories, try to hunt and eat each other, while trying to stay alive themselves. It's a horrifying nightmare (haha) to live in. Cave Johnson is rolling in his grave. Who knows, maybe he'll become one of em-

And yeah those are the AUs I absolutely am obsessed with snd probably would draw more of if I wasn't so art-blocked-

[40cleverways]

I recognize that we saw Nathalie sell out Adrien to his father in Chat Blanc, and we know she’s willing to die for Gabriel and commit acts of domestic terrorism for him. But I like to imagine that the reason you never see Nathalie again in that episode is because Gabriel did something to her.

This is kinda a long shot, but when Nathalie’s on the phone she just looks so shocked, I like to think that she never believed that Gabriel would knowingly fight his son. Besides if she didn’t tell him someone else would. Adrien and Gabriel may argue, and he may be a crappy dad but that’s very different than hitting him into the Eiffel Tower. I like to imagine that she told him thinking that he would stop his plan, or at least change it. But then he doesn’t and she tries to tell him to stop, that this isn’t what Emillie would have wanted. But he’d go on some speel about how once he rewrites the world nothing that happens in this timeline will matter. And if I’m really being generous maybe Gabriel does something and makes it so Nathalie can’t interfere. There would have to be a solid reason, maybe he fights her while he’s Hawkmoth? Cause we all know that one on one she would destroy him. But I don’t believe that Nathalie would abandon Adrien like that. She loves that kid, even if she’s morally wrong and she does bad things, she cares for Adrien. And I don’t believe that she would do that to him.

[jewishbarbies]

My friend and I used to label ourselves as swifties, not the rabid ones but we liked her music, followed her on social media and watched interviews etc. but like early last year something just kind of changed? We both stopped listening to her music, we kind of felt almost an aversion towards her? And it’s funny because we were scared to tell each other�� I had already figured out that I was liking her less and less and one day we were talking about something related to her and my friend just goes “Don’t get mad at me but I don’t really like her that much anymore.” And I swear the noise I made—✋ We were like that fucking Spider-Man meme istg.

Anyway looking back on it now I realised how fucked up it was, like my friend was actually scared to tell me that she didn’t like Taylor anymore?!?! WTF? That is no way to be in a fandom. You shouldn’t be so afraid to disapprove of the idol or even just not be that into it anymore that it instills actual fear into you to tell someone else in that fandom. very weird anyway, that just shows the kind of toxicity that’s in the fandom/ that’s been created.

Also just touching on what someone else said in a previous ask; swifties definitely bring up 2016 gate whenever someone tries to hold Taylor even remotely accountable for her actions that deserve to be called out. Like they think that because she was called out in 2016 that she can now do absolutely no wrong and do anything with 0 consequences. Also the fact that swifties will bully you if you say you don’t like Taylor/ have some kind of grievance towards her and her brand, so fucked up. They have become the people that they once discouraged.

I also did not know at all about Taylor’s dad buying some of BMR, I fully believed the story she sold about going door to door. Which makes me feel many things at once but mostly sadness for swifties and especially younger swifties because they will believe ANYTHING that she says, literally anything and that’s probably why it’s so easy for her to sell the victim speel again and again and they believe it again and again. Why it’s so easy for her to rope them in and take their money without question. Because they literally will not question her😭

I officially de-labelled myself as a swiftie after the private jet debacle in August? ( I think it was August? ) That was the last straw. And I’m so glad I did because I weirdly feel less stressed now? I also just can’t make myself listen to her music anymore because it just brings down my mood because her music is always focusing on the past/ not letting go of anything and it’s never focusing on being in the present moment. My point is thanks for being a safe hub for ex-swifties, people that don’t like her, people that are exiting the blanket of fog and mind warping and coming towards the light etc. Kind of like a cozy pub/tavern that we can all come and rest in at the end of the day. :)) I hope you have a nice day<3

aw thank you! I’m happy you got out, and i hope things continue to get better for you!

[frauleindermorgen]

i'm sorry to be a pelleas rper and ask for 3-13's pre-battle scene 🙈 u know the lines,

canon scene meme | open

it's okay n. nat had ur back anyhoww WAHOO MORE RADIANT DAWN SPOILERS BELOW.

cont. from this ask. let's pick the scene right up again

[ミカヤ] ……でき…ません………▼ "I can't.... I can't do it..."

We've covered what happens if Micaiah accepts Pelleas' command. The scene where Tauroneo kills him instead does not add much, though I do think it's interesting when Almedha insists it must have been Micaiah's fault her son died the response is "...". She doesn't deny it, even though she herself had just been crying over his body. idk idk there's a lot to unpack her without Almedha let's move on

Pelleas apologizes to Sothe and Miciah both for the trouble after handing Tauroneo the knife on NG+, asking Micaiah to give Almedha a ring and his love.

[ペレアス] ミカヤ… この指輪を母上に。▼ できれば…… 心より愛していましたと 伝えてほしい。▼ "Micaiah. This ring, give it to my mother. Tell her I truly loved her, please." [ミカヤ] ……っ……… ……………………▼ (a pained sound)

*lol i was wrong she technically makes a noise here. probably a sharp intake of breath. 🤓

[ペレアス] さようなら、みんな。▼ "Goodbye, everyone."

[ミカヤ] いいえ……っ！ だめです！ ペレアス王、諦めてはだめ！！▼ "N-no! "Not this! King Pelleas, you cannot give up!"

(Micaiah steps between Pelleas and Tauroneo as the latter makes the stab animation. The screen goes white.)

[ペレアス] 君は、なんてことをするんだ…！ "Micaiah, why!" [ミカヤ] ……だい…じょうぶです… …わたしは……▼ "It's.... fine.... I'm... "[ペレアス] すぐ治療を……▼ "A healer, we need - " [ミカヤ] …いりません！▼ ……こんな傷………平気です…▼ あなたを犠牲にして…生き続けろと 言われることに比べたら…… 痛みなんて…ないも同然です……▼ "We don't! This is... fine... Compared to... hearing you say you'd sacrifice yourself... This pain is nothing."

SO!!!!!! looking this over after initially lobbing the jp version of this scene at n i have MORE to say wahaha. Now that I'm not hastily translating it the already BANGER lines about Micaiah's pain meaning nothing to her contain so much more when accurately translated. It's not just that it's less painful because Pelleas isn't being sacrificed. Being stabbed by Tauroneo is literally less painful to her than hearing Pelleas plead for his death before her. Fuck me up.

[ペレアス] ………ミカヤ……▼ ……だけどっ！ 僕のせいなんだっ！！▼ あんな誓約をした責任を…… …せめてこの命で償いたい……▼ "Micaiah.... but still! All of this remains my fault. The responsibility of making that vow... I thought if I could atone for it with my life..."

[ミカヤ]……逃げないで……▼ "You're running away.... don't. [ペレアス] ！▼ [ミカヤ] 戦いましょう。 最後の一瞬まで……▼ …たとえ、わずかでも…… わたしたちには可能性が残されている… ……だから………生きて……▼ "Let's fight on. Until the very end.... it may be small... but there is a chance.... so you have to live...."

I said in my last post I think Micaiah is angry at Pelleas here, and I stand by that. I think it's her anger that is allowing her to speak so frankly here. The adrenaline rush that led her to get in the knife's path and her words directly after it, I find difficult to interpret as anything other than an anger born of love. Don't get me wrong Micaiah's actions here could read as platonic but guess what kids my house my blog and 1. This scene being the cliche "realizing feelings too late" hits hard and good and i make the canon 2. Whoever shipped Micapell on the writers team WENT OFF during this exchange so i feel vindicated by you intsys employee. I see you.

To end this speel I do think the last lines are very telling of Micaiah's overall character, as well as her feelings for Daein. Not just Pelleas. The base conversation where Micaiah swears to Sothe she'd rather be like Ashnard than just if being just means having the people of Daein slaughtered is a direct continuation of this thought process, and I think it is a good example as - even if we lack many DB scenes - she continues to exist as their leader and beacon of hope. I think I'll talk more on this in another post but for now :salute:

[baileys-writing-desk]

Animal Crossing: The Group Chat

The squad uses their NookPhones to make a group chat. Characters in the tags :)

Rep. McAllister created “the GOAT squad”

Rep. McAllister added bailey rose to the chat

bailey rose: First

Rep. McAllister: SHIT

bailey rose: ✌️

Rep. McAllister: I will DISOWN YOU

bailey rose: is this supposed to be a group chat??

bailey rose: because there’s only 2 of us

Rep. McAllister: IM WORKING ON IT HOLD ON

Rep. McAllister: im gonna add guilliver

bailey rose: you spelled his name wrong

Rep. McAllister: GODDAMMIT

Rep. McAllister added Gulliver to the chat

bailey rose: Gully, hoi

Rep. McAllister: Answer your phone Gulliver

Rep. McAllister added Wilbur and Orville to the chat

bailey rose: YOU ADDED YOUR EX TO THIS CHAT????

Rep. McAllister: SHUT UP WE’RE STILL FRIENDS

bailey: you haven’t talked in 4 months

Rep. McAllister: SHUSH

Wilbur: What’s up electric hair dryers, it’s your local leg warmer!!

bailey rose: Wilbur what are you on

Wilbur: I don’t do drugs.

bailey rose: ….

Wilbur: Hold on. I’ll grab Gully for ya.

Rep. McAllister: 👍

bailey rose: :)

Gulliver: What’s up, Skipper?

bailey rose: HOYA GULLIVER

Rep. McAllister: HIIIII BESTIE

Gulliver: wait….why are we goats

Wilbur: You don’t know what GOAT stands for??

bailey rose: WHAT????

Gulliver: IM SORRY I DONT KNOW

bailey rose: Greatest of all time

Gulliver: Ahhhh……I’m gonna cry in the corner from embarrassment.

Wilbur: Gully don’t.

Gulliver: 😭😭😭😭 I cri

Rep. McAllister: Nooooo guys, we made Gulliver cry!

Gulliver: Don’t worry, behind this phone I am not actually crying.

Wilbur: Phew.

bailey rose: guys why do u type in complete sentences this isn’t an english essay

Wilbur: Because that’s what I want to do.

Rep. McAllister: It’s professional. I am a leader.

Gulliver: yuo cna speel wurds ayn wey yoou watn adn stlil red teh stenence

Rep. McAllister: Gulliver, how much sleep did you get last night?

Gulliver: …..

Gulliver: At least five hours.

Wilbur: It was less than that.

Gulliver: NO! DONT CALL ME OUT!

bailey rose: 👀

Rep. McAllister: You were playing that snake game on Orville’s computer again, weren’t you?

Orville: WHAT??

Gulliver: I WAS TRYING TO BEAT MY HIGH SCORE!!!!!!

bailey rose: hi orville

Orville: Gulliver, I told you to go to bed by eleven.

Gulliver: I am adult now. I make the rules.

Orville: GULLIVER NO

Gulliver: 😏

bailey rose: gulliver you’re like always passed out, how do you function with less than FIVE HOURS OF SLEEP????

Gulliver: Coffee.

Wilbur: I just KNOW Gully is yawning in his room right now.

Gulliver: 😠

Orville: WAIT THATS WHERE MY COFFEE WENT

Gulliver: …..

Gulliver: oh no

Orville: I want to be mad at you, but I can’t because you’re too nice. So, no coffee for the next two days.

Gulliver: WHAT??????

Orville: You need to sleep more. And don’t steal my coffee.

Gulliver: I’m so sorry Orville, I was really tired this morning during my shift and I needed my coffeeeeee!!

bailey rose: this is fun to watch

Rep. McAllister: Agreed.

Orville: Wait…Allie is in this chat?

bailey rose: Bro Allie created this chat. 😂

Orville: …..

Orville: So anyways, I am a dumbass!

Gulliver: Me too!!

Wilbur: Me three!!

Rep. McAllister: Should’ve named this chat the Dumbass Squad.

bailey rose: don’t do that

Rep McAllister: you’re on thin ice bailey

Gulliver: Should we add Ketchup to this chat?

Rep. McAllister: I’m on it laddie!

Rep. McAllister added KETCHUP THE POP STAR to the chat

Gulliver: Wait what if we made a group chat with like the entire town????

Wilbur: Gully, that would be too many people for one group chat.

Gulliver: 🥺

Wilbur: Don’t puppy dog eyes me, Gully. That is Too Many People.

Gulliver: Fine. 😠

KETCHUP THE POP STAR: WHATS UP FELLAS I JUST GOT BACK FROM DANCE PRACTICE!!!! I AM GONNA BE THE BIGGEST POP STAR IN COZY BEACH JUST WATCH ME!!!!!! WHEN I’M FAMOUS IWILL

bailey rose: hi ketchup

KETCHUP THE POP STAR: I WILL GIVE ALL OF YALL MY AUTOGRAPHARAMA AND DIP OUT FOR MY PRIVATE JET AND GO OUT ON STAGE WITH BRIGHT LIGHTSAND D PARTTTYYYYYY!!!!

KETCHUP THE POP STAR: How are y’all doing????

Gulliver: Just fine, skipper!

KETCHUP THE POP STAR: Gulliver is in this chat? Awesomesauce!

Gulliver: I am indeed.

Wilbur: Gully has something to tell you.

Gulliver: NO! NO! DONT TELL HER

Rep. McAllister: Gulliver stayed up too late playing games on the computer again.

Gulliver: I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU.

KETCHUP THE POP STAR: Again?

KETCHUP THE POP STAR: So this wasn’t the first time?

Gulliver: It happened one other time.

Wilbur: It was more than that.

Gulliver: How DARE you??

KETCHUP THE POP STAR: GULLIVER GO TO BED TONIGHT.

Rep. McAllister: Yeah Gulliver, do it.

bailey rose: if we can get gulliver to go to bed at a reasonable time, we will get him cookies tomorrow.

Gulliver: COOKIES??

Gulliver: Hell yeah.

bailey rose: and gully if you stay up on the computer tonight, i’m gonna add tom nook to this chat.

Rep. McAllister: IF YOU ADD TOM NOOK TO THIS CHAT I WILL BREAK YOUR ANKLES

Tom Nook: Hello, this is Mr. Nook speaking, yes yes!

Rep. McAllister: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Rep. McAllister: HOW DID HE GET HERE?? I DIDNT EVEN ADD HIM!!!!!!!!

bailey rose: I DONT KNOW!!!!!!

Gulliver: o-o

Tom Nook: Is there a matter in which you need my assistance? Construction, perhaps?

Rep. McAllister: Hello, Mr. Nook. I apologize for our craziness in this group chat. I don’t know how you found your way in here, but all is well.

Tom Nook: I see. Do you want to build a bridge? Or maybe a new incline?

Rep. McAllister: I don’t want to build anything right now.

Tom Nook: But McAllister, I have striking new deals! 50% off on all bridges for two days! Normally a zen bridge would be 228,000 Bells, but now it’s 200,000 Bells!

bailey rose: …

Rep. McAllister: That’s not 50% off.

Tom Nook: Now, listen up PUNK.

Gulliver: oh-

Tom Nook: You want that bridge or not?

Rep. McAllister: Mr. Nook, you never call anyone a punk.

Wilbur: Guys, Orville’s been awfully quiet…

bailey rose: so have you, wil.

Wilbur: Besides the point. Orville isn’t in this chat anymore.

Gulliver: WHAT???? He left?? NOOOO, TOM NOOK KICKED HIM OUT!!!!!!

Rep. McAllister: Wait a second……

bailey rose: ……

Rep McAllister: That’s Orville! He changed his name and profile picture! You sneaker!

Tom Nook: Yes yes, I assume you don’t want that bridge.

Tom Nook has left the chat

Wilbur: That was Orville 100%. Nice job, y’all fell HARD.

Rep. McAllister: Ok, Wil, you don’t have to EXPOSE all of us now!

KETCHUP THE POP STAR: GULLIVER

Gulliver: Yes?

KETCHUP THE POP STAR: IF YOU GO TO BED TONIGHT I WILL DO A DANCE FOR YOU

Gulliver: I thought we already established that I am going to bed tonight?

Rep. McAllister: And he’s getting cookies.

KETCHUP THE POP STAR: I WANT A COOKIEEEEEEEEEE

Gulliver: Those are for me. But I can save you one.

KETCHUP THE POP STAR: YEEESSS I EAT THEM ALL

Gulliver: I said 1. ONE.

KETCHUP THE POP STAR: I EAT *IT*

Gulliver: 👍

bailey rose: can i have one too

Gulliver: Okay. Everybody gets ONE EACH. and the rest are for me.

Wilbur: Got it, Gully!

Rep. McAllister: Woo hoo, I get a cookie!

bailey rose: what about orville

Rep. McAllister: We’ll save him one.

Rep. McAllister added Orville to the chat

[jessicur]

Hey guys! My name’s Jess, my pronouns are She/Her. I’m from Hawai’i, attending SU for college. The transition from a town to a city is a big game changer for me, especially where there’s not much people I know. But hey, I’m starting to make friends and soon I’ll be in clubs, finding interests, everything I’ve wanted to do since I came here! A little more about me, I enjoy hanging out with close friends, and I LOVE going to the beach. That’s one thing I’ll miss when I’m here.

One of my favorite movies is La La Land. It portrays the big concept of “Right person, wrong time.” I don’t want to go into huge detail, but from my perspective, both the main characters had to split up in order to achieve their dreams, despite not finding their passion together. In all, it happened because it needed to.

I’m pretty confident in my writing and reading abilities. I can write a decent essay and read well (if it’s interesting and if I’m in the mood). What I struggle with the most is time management.

Technology is actually one of my strong suits. I don’t struggle with it unless it’s a major driver problem, or if there’s something to do with hardware.

I prefer using Google Docs as a way of using word processors, as I’ve used it many times during high school. Although Word is something I’ve been using recently.

For my UCOR 1100 class, I like it so far. I’m pretty excited about what we’re gonna learn and go over. It’s nothing similar to what I get to discuss in high school.

Thats enough with my speel! I’m starting to grow a liking to this blogging adventure, it’s like a little digital diary. That’ll be all for me today, peace! ✌️

[vigilantesyth]

I can't speel for shit but I can read like a collar is there something wrong with me?- me knowing there's something wrong

Also Me- that sounds like it would take money to find out I guess I won't know

[gccdstories]

//YEE FOR RHAIN. The VQ thing!!//

The footsteps were soft on the sand floor, nearly soundless. Nox didn't speak bu his lips twitched at the wave of silence.

His gray eyes slid over the new roster, all the new desperate males. He walked down the middle of the room. He tipped his head back tasting the clear water down his throat.

Maybe there was something to be said about surviving on fear, moving through worlds of violence and death as a predator.

He turned to the others, setting his glass down. He wiped his mouth, fingers tapping on his hip.

Still, none of the veterans scattered around the training yard moved or spoke.

"Here's how this works. You put on a good show her, for them, I protect you. You keep your head down, keep money flowing, I protect you. You don't call attention here - what do I do Simmons?"

The half-fae on the ground laughed leaning back on the floor.

"Protect us."

Nox nodded, he moved to the exit, his speel done.

"Yeah and we're going to listen some kid? You out of diapers yet boy? You even make your drop yet?"

Nox stopped mid step, his eyes landing on the male who speak. Some half-draconic male. His lips pulled into a fuller smile.

"You want to test me dragon? Come at me."

As the male moved out of the line, Nox pivoted, his leg slamming his side. His entire foot slamming into it. He barely felt the pain. He danced back as the draconic growled.

He could hear it, bits of music - snatches of his divinity. The identity and domain stolen from him.

His magic purred, whispering for him to manifest his Wyrdblade. But no, no this male was not wrong that effort.

He slid his brass knuckles on ducking under the fist and hitting him in the chest.

The male roared, fire growing and aimed at him. He didn't move out of the way calling on his shields, the magic fire spluttered and died as smoke around him.

He kept coming, grinning now as the dragonic male stepped back in shock. How brass knuckle aimed for his neck, changing course to slam into his shoulder and clavicle.

He stood standing as the dragonic slammed to his knees. His arm hanging useless and bloody on his side.

Nox stared at him, licking his lips.

He slipped his brass knuckles in his pockets.

"Your debt went up, you'll be paying on the medical debt with everything else you owe."

He turned away, not bothering with more words or showmanship. As Viper Queen's Enforcer, as The Shadow Serpent he didn't need fancy speeches to get his position across.

Do as he says and he'll protect him.

No matter how much he tried, he couldn't not protect and champion the vulnerable.

Did she know that?

Did she understand that these fighters would die for him if he asked?

If he even remotely was ambitious he could steal all of this without calling on his blade and armor.

He'd had enough of power games to last many lifetimes.

//look at Dark!Nox!!!//

Raihn might not know what the male was, but he could sense (at the very least) that he was something. The power wasn't something Raihn felt before, and if this male was what others had whispered about, what had made the Viper Queen so feared in the first place--or at least a part of it--

Well, he could understand why.

Fingers curled against his palms, fists tight as his side. Raihn barely moved, even as every muscle tensed. Especially when the other male whose cockiness seemed to be fueled more by stupidity than anything else. There was not skill, no intelligence, that obviously led him to act that way.

That much was obvious.

And even if Raihn might have suspected the power was something else, something other and massive and unheard of--

He hadn't quite expected to feel that, either.

But for Mische... For Mische, he'd do whatever it took.

She'd done enough for him already.

@siderealxmelody

[serotoninnow]

Dear John (3),

The first thing I need you to know is how scared I am. I don't know what is happening to me, but I know you fucking did it. I don't believe in any magic bullshit, well I didn't, but you are fucking with me and my family and I need you to make it stop. I didn't even do anything wrong so please make it stop.

I'm not sure exactly what you did to me, but I can tell you exactly what has happened. My wife drowned in our bathtub, but the cops declared it a suicide, a real tragedy. My daughter, at 5 years old, was buried alive in her school sandbox and no one seems to know who did it or why. My son, a promising young man at only 17 years old was shot on his way home from work and left to bleed out on the pavement. My mother and father burned alive in their house, and didn't even die until 17 hours after they were found. They were in so much pain, and were begging to just die. They were all good and innocent people who didn't deserve what you did.

I didn't even want your stupid trinket. I just needed a little bit of cash so I could pay off someone who was getting on me about some debts. I didn't even hurt you to get your wallet, I just picked your pocket and nothing more. You didn't even notice me, but you still managed to curse me with whatever bullshit voodoo witchcraft you could get your hands on.

It was a small metal token, like what you'd find on an old Christian woman' necklace with a picture of a saint on it. But this token didn't have a saint, it had a small QR code. Of course I scanned it, why wouldn't I? I was just curious what it was and I'd already taken all the money I needed, nothing more. When I scanned the code, my phone began to heat up. An image flashed onto my screen of a weird demon thing - a rendition of what I later learned to be Baphomet - and my photo gallery opened. My phone began scrolling through my photos, deleting any that had my family's faces. It wasn't any faces though, because my friend's photos survived. It was just my family.

After the photos were deleted, my phone shut off. I nearly dropped it because of how damn hot it was, but a few moments later and it had cooled. Then the problems began.

I didn't do anything wrong. I was trying to protect myself and my family, but you are killing them. I've lost everyone important to me. I do know two things though. First, I fucking hate you. I hope that everything that has befallen me will happen to you ten-fold. Second, I won't be alive to see it. I can't bare living a life without my wife and children, and so I won't be living it.

Are you happy now? Happy that your sick demon worshipping bullshit worked on a poor soul like me? Will my death fuel your master? Well I don't fucking care. I hope you burn in hell.

With a burning hatred from the man you killed,

Jackson Speeling