#i need to post this to my void cause lowkey when i started making this post i wanted her to see it and kinda know how im feeling today

[fvckednddistvrbed]

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[flowersintheimpala69]

CW // In depth discussion of eating disorders

Thinking about Sam and dean’s disorded eating (I know I JUST posted about this but I wanna talk about it in more depth)(also half of this is headcanon but some is canon)

Sam attempting to eat “clean” so he can stay good and pure because he feels like he’s been tainted being Lucifer’s vessel AND the demon blood in him. He just wants to always prove he’s good inside but also he does restricts/eats “clean” as a way of control. He lacks sm control cuz of the lucifer thing and being a hunter (because yea. He could stop but not really), and when he was younger he never was able to control the food he ate, AND the lack of body autonomy he has in general (being taken advantage of and sexually assaulted, being possessed, not being allowed to make his own choices about his life like with gadreel—I totally misspelled that but u get the point—possession and not being allowed to choose to use his powers/demon blood) so controlling his eating is his way of saying “fuck you, I choose what i eat and I’m gonna eat good to make up for all my bad.” I also believe he has some warped perception of his body, like that one line where he calls himself chubby when he was 12 and then you see him as a kid and it’s like “??? Bro ur so skinny what are you saying”. The constant exercise and obsession with health is also a way of control. While in the present I headcanon him as orthorexic, when he was younger I think he was a bit of a binger (partly cuz of food insecurity and as a coping mechanism) but around the age of ~13 he changed to more restriction.

Dean’s eating is more about binging because of food insecurity. John would leave dean alone with Sam sm and dean would have to give up food for Sam. I headcanon the only time he really got to EAT was when John came back from a hunt and he’d take them out to eat at a diner and he could order as much food as possible and he’s finally not HUNGRY so he associates food with positive memories.

Despite this, dean never really gained weight cuz he exercises sm with hunting. Neither does Sam cuz he’s so restrictive BUT post canon (where dean dosnt die cuz FUCK THAT) they start seeing therapists (finally) and they both gain weight cuz Sam is eating more and dean is not hunting anymore (not unhealthily gaining weight cuz Sam was basically starving himself before and dean is binging less) and they’re both a little insecure about it (especially Dean who’s so use to being a heartthrob but now he’s a bit soft in the middle) but sam thinks it’s SO attractive and he still thinks Dean is hella hot and he loves being able to grab more of Dean when they have sex. When Sam gains weight and is super stressed cuz he gained like 15 pounds and also lose some muscle mass and Dean just looks at him like “u were literally starving before you’re just at a normal weight now and I was so worried you would drop dead cuz you were lowkey malnourished and eating 500 calories a day and you’re still hot so”

And sometimes they have hard days. Sometimes dean relapses and binges to the point he’s sick and he just feels shame shame shame. Sometimes dean gets stressed and he buys 10 packs of peanut butter cause what if they run out of food and he needs to hoard it or else he’ll starve or Sammy wil starve and-.

Sometimes Sam can’t even think about eating buttered toast because it’s just calories calories calories and he has a panic attack because the food Dean made him used canola oil instead of avocado oil. Sometimes Sam refuses to have his shirt off when they have sex or in general cuz he’s just so ashamed of what’s underneath.

But the good days out weight the bad and on those bad days they’re there for eachother and they love eachother.

then they kiss and grow old together anyways that’s it.

(Sorry this is not coherent at ALL but I have big thoughts about them and had to throw it into the void)

[lusciouslii]

actually yknow what forget that, my kink blog ill post whatever little thoughts i want. even if im just yelling into the void at least i get to yell!

longer rant incoming bc im tired and want this out of my system!!

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so i met this guy on feabie and immediately it was super exciting because we go to the same college!!

hes also super fucking hot which was its own weird thing bc ive really never experienced like physical sexual attraction so that was weird. but yeah dude looks good and he has a nice voice so thats already not helping me

we’ve met up a couple times now, once to sorta test the waters, once just to cuddle in my room???? which looking back it was at that point i was straight up fucked because as someone who had recently gotten out of a bad relationship in which all my needs and emotions had been completely neglected, having that kind of sweet and affectionate intimacy?? all while my chubby body is being praised and adored??? never once had that in my LIFE.

the other few times has been pretty lowkey too. we did do a feeding session once but i got sick and it was the most humiliating thing. but he was so nice and caring and we continued to talk afterwards so i just try not to think about it anymore lol

we didnt talk much over the summer since i had to go back home across the country, but he reached out a few times and i was like damn ok im still of interest to him

this semester started great because i planted the seed (aka posted a pic showing i was back over here) knowing he would probably see it and if he’d say anything, and he fucking did he reached out and was excited i was back and wanted to meet up soon. schedules were a little rough but eventually we did!

i felt extra happy because it was sort if spur of the moment decision and he was moving back an online hangout he’d been planning with friends for a couple weeks. so i was like omg he really wants to see me even if only for a little bit thats so nice

and now that we have several months ahead of us we started talking about doing more of a feeder/feedee setup and things like that and im, obviously, super into the idea, and he seemed super into it too!! the dirty things he said to me that night!!!! not fair!!!!!!!

i sent pics later that night bc we talked about it and he said he’d “return the favor” lol but the. like. i sent them and he didn’t say anything until i posted a pic to feabie 🙃 and he was like oh sorry i completely missed your text! which like alright, and he asked me how i was doing and blah blah brief smalltalk

i asked if he wanted to meet up again soon and he said “Yea I’d be down, I gotta see what’s going on tho / need to play it by ear”

now heres where i get all introspective because to me, i dont see why we couldnt just schedule something in the future. unless, that is, hes trying to keep his schedule open for other stuff. i can get that to a certain degree, and i have to like. really ponder on it because i dont want to be some clingy needy girl who is fawning after a guy im not even dating, but its like….idk it makes me feel kinda sad? that im not enough of a priority to want to pick a set day to do something? so idk how to feel about that exactly

anyways i tried asking again some days later and he wasnt free, no surprise, usually when we do something its sorta this impulsive last minute thing, which again like. sorta plays into that whole im not really a priority unless idk youre horny or something

but its weird cause it seems like he does care and does want more than just horny shenanigans? we havent had sex yet and have only even had one actual feeding session. soooo worlds most patient fuckboy if thats the case but i just really dont get those vibes

but also im gullible and see the best in people i care about and thats how i got fucked over in my last relationship

im just feeling pretty sad about the whole thing right now because we talked about doing all these things and i really want that but hes so uncommunicative and im afraid of being obsessive. again, might be on me too because im going in thinking maybe theres a chance to do more

but then again even if there isnt thats FINE i just want to do SOMETHING lmao

so now im just left wanting and thinking about him a lot and oh yeah need i remind WE GO TO THE SAME SCHOOL WHY CANT WE JUST MEET UP CASUALLY ONE AFTERNOON 😭

idk but im afraid of maybe ruining the best relationship ive formed in this kink after figuring out what i wanted from it. god even now im just like “youre thinking too hard about this it doesnt matter that much, youre supposed to be flexible and chill and just go with the flow cause its just a little side thing” but welp. my brain is noisy and i dont have a good outlet. another problem of not having friends in this kink but im not good at responding to people which online is the only way to talk to people and now im just rambling

anyways ending this here and hoping he’ll reach out eventually cause boy does the heart yearn 🥲🥲🥲

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Titanic Mothers (Mother’s Day 2021 Drabbles)

 Dedicated to all Mothers in the world, whether by birth, adoption or otherwise. Take the time to wish the woman who helped you become the person you are a very blessed Mother’s Day.

Of course I cannot have done this without thanking my pen pals @lightdusk96 @mothnem @wisegirlandseaweedbrainforever @fireflyxrebel-writes @tarisilmarwen @bluerene and many others 

So without further ado....

Arella Roth

 The peaceful, serene and calming orange tinted skies of Azarath are in many ways are therapeutic sort to admire under. For Arella, they are a perfect sort of skies to step outside for a nice and simple meditation. The Monks’ efforts in freeing her mind and grief in light of the numerous....series of events surrounding her entire life, whether being her harsh childhood and especially her unfortunate encounter with that bastard of a devil known as Trigon the Terrible, all of it had truly done some wonders in giving her a chance to appreciate life though clearly that grief runs deep, requiring an additional amount of effort on her end to counter it. 

 As Arella assumes lotus position on the balcony and lights two candles to her sides, she closes her eyes. She begins steadying her breathing and clears her mind...no easy feat though sine almost about a few seconds into clearing it, the scepter of Trigon and her tyrant of mother start coming in. The harsh words of shame, the demonic laughter, those taunts, the curses, they all start piling onto her mind, no her soul all at once. Her breathing starts picking up speed. She must remember what the Monks taught her....peace...find her inner peace...find what makes her find said peace...then within the blackened and harsh void of darkness clouding her mind...Arella sees it. That peace, a tiny stream of white light...a small bird. The bird starts getting closer, it’s wings start opening, dispelling the black void surrounding her...

  As her mind starts feeling the calming light clear it out, Arella peeks open her right eye very slightly, sure enough there she was. Her light, her inner peace, her white bird, her very daughter. 

 Little Rachel Roth, barely eight years of age as of now, was also in lotus position, practicing the very same meditation her mother was doing right now. She too looked at her meditating partner to her side and sure enough, both realize...’why stop now’ and both wordlessly give each other a small smile, a nod and both continue mediating. 

Arella, upon closing her eye back, says, “Okay, Rachel, now repeat after me...”

“Yes, Mom”

“Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos....”

Marie Logan

  “Garfield” Maire called out for maybe the fifth time, passing by the tall tree next their camper yet again.

  Her six year old little explorer of a boy had a tendency to run off whenever he was bored. Thankfully, he’d never venture into the nearby jungles or savannas the Logans visit too far, he always keep relatively close to make sure he knows his way back safely. Still, as a mother, Marie has her fair share of concerns for his well being since who knows what kind of animals he can run into this time. 

  However, the fifth time calling for him appears being the charm as sure enough, she can hear the branches creaking and the leaves rustling above her. Looking upward, sure enough, there he was, climbing down the gigantic branches with such agility before finally landing safely right next to her. His blond hair and crisp green eyes shone brightly as Garfield beams to his equally smiling mother. 

 “Found anything up there my explorer?” Marie asked while picking her son into her arms.

 “Nah”, Garfield replied, “plenty of birds like the manual said would ‘round here but they flew away”

 “Well, must be cause they didn’t want to hear about Wicked Scary just yet”, Marie says lightly giggling while ruffling her son’s hair, “maybe they just didn’t wanna get it spoiled you know?”

 Garfield sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, “Yeah, guess so.”

Dr. Elinore Stone

  Fixing her goggles, Dr. Stone narrowed her eyes within them ever so slightly. Next to her, ten year old Victor was equally wearing goggles but also adorably having oven mittens on his hands while holding on tightly to the beaker of green fluid over the larger one with orange fluid. 

 It was ‘Take Your Kids to Work Day’ at STAR Labs and both Elinore and her husband Silas had taken their son over to both explore where his parents’ worked at and even take part in a family friendly activity like this one. 

  Lightly guiding her gloved hands over Vic’s, the two together start pouring the green fluid from the beaker the latter was carrying very slowly into the one with the orange substance. The chemical reaction from the larger beaker was almost immediate since it started changing into a multitude of bright colors and bubbling. 

 “Alright son”, Elinore exclaimed proudly as her son beamed to her happily, “I think you’d just be quite the perfect chemi...” 

  KA-BOOM! 

  The lab immediately filled with a light with still irradiating cloud of smoke so rapidly that Silas immediately opened the windows to let the air clear. 

 As the smoke cleared out safely, both Elinore and Victor were thankfully completely fine aside the black soot covering their faces, their hair standing up embarrassingly, all the while Vic still holding onto that plastic beaker in his hands, muttering with a chuckle, “or not.” 

Empress Luand’r of Planet Tamaran 

  The royal gardens within the palace walls have always been a true sanctuary in many ways. In contrast to the barren and strip-mined prefectures right outside said palace walls, ravaged by years of constant fighting and war, the gardens housed a peaceful and tranquil environment that not provides the many fauna a suitable home, but also anyone who ventures within a calming place to contemplate and even find joy in spite of such harsh times befalling the planet.

 That’s very much the case for the very Empress of the Tamaraneans as she cannot help but find her smiling at not just the beautiful varying colors, pleasant aromas and lively calmness of the garden the bench she sits upon at this moment but also of the other resident currently enjoying herself alongside her. 

 Hearing a small voice giggle above her head, Luand’r beams proudly at the sight she sees: her seven planetary cycles of age old little Princess Koriand’r was floating in the air joyously and with such excitement, flying around the numerous branches and leaves of the fauna surrounding her, only stopping every now and then to have her brilliant green eyes observe closely of the leaves she floats right next to. 

 It was moments of pure innocence like this that always bring the purest joy within the usually lowkey Luand’r since through her, her husband Myand’r and especially their beloved ally and servant Galfore, Koriand’r and her siblings are actually given even int he smallest of doses a life outside of the constant bombardment and sirens their enemies bring on a consistent basis. If only there were some way, some means of escaping this perpetual worry and state of fear this war for their kind’s very sovereignty. If one such means exists, Luand’r here will ensure she and her people, especially her children, can take it. 

  A hug snaps the Empress out of her thoughts. Looking to her side, she sees Koriand’r wrapping her arms around her. No other options are needed since all the black-haired Tamaranean woman does is simply yet all too lovingly hug her red-haired daughter back.

   And so, Empress and Princess sit peacefully underneath the blossoming flowers and leaves of the royal garden, a truly fond way of doing the ‘spending quality time’ as a certain other species called Earthlings call it.

  Mary Elizabeth Lloyd Grayson 

 Gripping the bar tightly, Mary pulls it back while bending her legs starting with tipping her toes over the edge of the platform. Now int position, she looks down from her post and  can clearly see the nets are firmly in place and secured well enough. In the very few instances they engage in practice sessions without the nets, as per their acts, it would be just John and her doing such since by now, years of practice and experience worldwide have taught them a thing or few about making sure not a single fall happens on their watch, lest it cause certain disaster. 

  However, this it wasn’t John that was up here with her for today but, looking to her side and giving him a proud thumbs up, instead was her eight year old son who also gives her a thumbs up. Just two months ago was his birthday on the first day of spring and since then, no ever since he first took to the trapeze ropes when he was four, Mary watched her Little Robin improve and grow with each session, each show and every single time he stands on that platform, taking a leap of faith with his hands on the bars, letting loose to perform a spin or flip in the air before once more stretching his arms to safety of both John and/or her. Today proves not too different, hopefully. Worst case for this, Dick or her fall to nets below instead of the hard sandy floor. 

  Leaping off the platform with bar in hand, Mary flew the calm free-of-audience noise air with perfect easy, before hearing that trademark crack of the ropes, signal her to let it loose and with a flip in the air transferred successfully to the second bar across from where her son and the platform are, the first bar she gripped on still in hand.  

 Returning the first bar back to where son is at, now it was on her to ensure he reached her after his turn to swing. As such, Mary began swing the bar she was on back and forth, gaining momentum with each addition swing, only increasing such until it was deemed ready. Sure enough, the bar was swinging at a good pace and now, being the naturally skill contortionist she is, Mary easily positioned the back of knees so that her calves were holding her on the swinging bar, she was hanging upside down if not for the swinging of said bar and most importantly her arms are firmly in a position to stretch as far as they can for a catch. Her part in the act was good to go, now it truly was her son’s turn to fly.

  With a nod, his own hands firmly on the bar, in position for the leap and now his mother across ready to catch him, Dick with a wide grin on his face takes the leap of the platform and swings on his bar across the air. This was it, this was the time he gets it right. The creaking of the ropes he waits for is heard, it was time to let the bar loose. Sure enough as he does so, tucking in his legs to his chest tightly, Dick has nothing to hold him but gravity itself. 

One....Here’s hoping Raymond and Calvin are seeing this 

Two....He can already hear the crowd gasping 

Three....Keep it tight and remember make sure you let arms stretch at the right moment Dad says. 

And......Four! Dick straightens out his body and stretches his arms as far as he can. 

 For the briefest of all moments, he was actually flying. Nothing carrying him, no sense of his own weight dragging him down. He was Superman at that moment. 

 Then he starts loosing his flight, gravity had set in. He stretches his arms just to tiniest bit hoping before air rushes he can....just a little bit....

 Sire enough, all too familiar hands clasps onto his own hand. That familiar calloused texture of the palms, the chalky powdery feeling...Dick looks up to all too familiar face, a very beaming and proud one on top of that 

 “I’ve got you” Mary says lovingly as she can while using her arms to carry her son safely, “Momma’s here, Little Robin.” 

  The two smile at each other with all too familiar love and happiness in their distinct pairs of blue eyes while Mary’s bar starts slowing down its momentum. Finally as it comes to near complete stop, it was time to safely descend to the safety net below. 

 Before letting her son’s grips slips from her hands, Mary pulls him up to where she can deliver a small kiss on his forehead.

 “You did great!” she exclaims happily. Just then, finally the bar’s swinging comes to stop, allowing Mary to finally lossen her grip on her son, allowing him to safely land on the net below, giggling lightly as he initially bounced on it. Just then, Dick rolled out of the way to give his mother enough space for own safe landing as she unhooks her legs from the trapeze bar and land on the net right next to him.

 Mother and son simply lay there on their sides of the net, panting after such an effort before Mary threw her arms around her little boy, hugging him close to her. “You’re learning so fast”, she says panting yet all to happily.

  Dick simply lays his head close to her, feeling her all too calming and steady heartbeat, relaxing the both of them. 

 “Happy Mother’s Day. Momma, Love you”, he whispers to her happily, as he wraps his own around her tightly 

 Mary can’t help but smile and even have tears of joy glisten her eyes. Pressing a few kisses on her son’s forehead, she whispers in turn, “And I Love you, so, so much, My Little Robin” 

[pokedash55]

Acronix X Coffee Robot Crack AU

SUGGEST READING MY ECHO MEETS ACRONIX FIC BEFORE THIS

IT BUILDS ON THIS WACKY WORLD OF MINE

Click for Echo Meets Acronix Fic

To summarize//TL;DR: Acronix falls out of the time vortex at the light house a befriends Echo Zane, learns empathy and put Echo on Social media so everyone knows he exists now. 

-After he leaves echo zane with a borg watch he finds himself back in Ninjago

-Stalks borg and his fam like a creep

-Jay introduces Echo to the dyer family

-Echo and unagami are siblings now

-Acronix is kinda like Echos big brother

-But no one else accepts this

-Zane and Pix give skeptical and menacing, “if you touch him” glares

-Unagami is confused babi and likes their new brother echo

-So Like One day it’s Borg, Pix, Zane, Jay, Unagami, Echo, and Milton dyer, and Acronix in a room together  (Fic on that later :3 )

-The whole fam

-Nixie just lingers around borg tower saying random junk sometimes

-Acronix : “You either die a villian or live long enough to see yourself become…”

-Pix: “A very annoying customer who is about to be escorted out of the building?”

-“UH NO. Wrong answer Pix (“dont call me pix”). REDEEMED. Cause I’m like… totally redeemed now”

-Just holds up a high five for the room and left hanging by everyone

-Jay’s like :Yeeeoree not part of our group”

-So like Acronix and Echo Zane are bro’s now cause I said so??

-Everyone: Nix is part of the Borg Family

-Me: Well YES, but actually no

-This isn't really a Future thing

-In this they're mostly frenemies kinda??

-But Acronix does really like him and borg tower and Borg is too nice to throw him out XD

-Acronix has zip money and doesn’t FEEL like looking for Krux rn

-Gets his morning coffee everyday bro

-Starts crushin on the Coffee manager (naming her shannon after the voice actor)

-His routine is basically wake up, coffee, Shannon, stalk borg, watch memes, think about looking for kux than fall asleep on phone

-Posts bout his lil bro alot (echo)

-Posts about Shannon ALOT

-Many many selfies of him an his coffee

-Realizes he may need to get someplace to live since he had yet to venture for krux

-Shoot money is a thing he doesn’t have

-Borg be super kind like, “You can stay at my Newly renovated highly advanced Borg Hotel but you must get a job.”

-Acronix gestures at being one of those technology intern clerks at borg industries. “Is for me?”

-”Must get a job AND leave my family alone…. For now… please?”

-Borg is too nice to the guy who kidnapped him and is infatuated with living at borg tower

-Does borg live in borg tower?

-Gunna say he does

-Cause Acronix just LOITERS in borg tower 24/7

-Like its like hours after closing of the downstairs shop and Pix is like getting her suit on and forcefully escorting Nixie out of the premises

-So anyway Nix has to get a job

-Ugh entry level Jobs are SO beneath him.

-Pouts uwu

-Gets a job as a barista to at least have fun with someone cool

-Ronin notices that sales have gone up in the coffee shop since Acronix has started hanging around there, because the girls think he’s pretty and he posts a lot on social media.

-Ronin wants this, but doesn’t want to have to actually pay Acronix for being a faceman.

-Hires him “as a barista”. Basically he hires Acronix to sit at the counter and look pretty, while giving the joint free advertising.

-Acronix totally doesn’t notice this and is fine with being completely exploited and underpaid.)

-Acronix X Coffee Bot! (In this she’s named Shannon)

-Shannon is like… chill and rude, but never offensive

-Cheats in chess

-Smug about it too like deamn she mean

-Epic moves (Both spinny sign and juggling. And makes epic coffee)

-Unflinching at a fire

-Complete apathy

-Throws "Floyds"  teapot plan away immediately cause she doesn’t get paid enough for this sh*t

-Says she doesn’t drink coffee but than is seen drinking coffee that lier

-Bad habit of Ignoring stufft. Ignores the upgrade, ignores her lie detector, ignores the fact the -machine is literally ice frozen

-She wears a miniskirt and a crop top/bra thingy to WORK. On the clock! savage

-Nixie is confirmed to get crushes easily and like powerful/ mean woman (Machia)

-Also he has no shame in liking nonhumans

-Love technology so would totally vibe with her

-Robotsexual for sure

-Powercouple

-Since she is still A.I, so Nix’s outgoing and I don’t care i'm great loud personality would really surprise her and she’d be inspired/impressed by his lack of chill and lack of care

-She has a bit of sass and goth hot topic to her but also still has that robot innocence that would blend nicely with Acronix since he is also Abrasive and rude on the outside, but is a tad of a softy coward (He hugs his bro and cowers behind him and gets adorably defensive when he snarks at him)

-He’d teach her so much about being more alive… maybe a bad influence but she’d dig it

-He calls her Shay almost constantly

-He hates being called Nix

-Like he is a prideful warrior who expects people to use his full name in respect

-But Shannon is too cool for that

-Calls him Nix sometimes anyway

-Respects her boldness

-The audacity to do so without permission!

-Shannon owns a motorcycle because come on

-Ridin home on a sick bike together

-Stealin stuff when people aren’t looking

-Banned from Ronin thrift shop for sure (they're lucky they weren't fired after that night. But he literally can't fire shannon)

-Chill on friday nights at Laughys karaoke.

-Not singing, just laughing at how stupid other people look singing drunk kareoke

-So a jock dork egotist and a apathetic punk bot walk into a bar

-Dareth honestly doesn’t know this guy was the one sending snakes after his trophies so he just treats him like a normal costumer

-Neither of them care about Dareth’s attempts at small talk.

-Too busy loving themselves like idiots

-She kicks his ass in strategy video games and he destroys her in battle royal stuff

-Both are equally bored by like Animal crossing and other fake life games YAWN so much work

-Shannon enjoys the thrill of racing games

-Nixie plays em but it’s not his best game

-Both GEAMMERS (but in a frighteningly cool way. They somehow both avoid nerd status… nixie still a dork tho. Jock dork)

-She makes coffee art of her hubbies face.

-He gives her so much social media attention

-Acronix gives her coffee shop media rep and he loves the petty feeling of beating Wu at something

-She doesn’t quite get his excitement in it (cause she’s on neutral terms with Wu) but loves the media attention

-She doesn’t get his phrases and he finds that both aggravating and endearing

-“Um I’m Aconic”

-Shannon: “So you’ve been lying about your name this whole time?

-Acronix: “...?”

-“That's honestly sick”

-Acronix “… “

-One day they joy ride on a motorcycle

-End up loitering around borg tower

-Borg officially meets Shannon and is interested in her origin

-Her design is not like he has seen but it also seems familiar

-She says she doesn't remember much other than working for ronin

-"Ronin" borg mutters spitefully

-He has a history of y'know.. Messing with his tech (dismantling pixal and selling zane hmmm)

-Does a diagnostic code scan

-Acronix worried bout his bae and hyped he was actually invited in for once.

-Progress on that "friendship"

-He discovers her model and general code is similar if not almost exactly the same as pixal’s code

-Ronin scrapped together with some mechanical help from his friends the walkers to make a functioning robot manager with borg tech he scrounged up and a stolen copy of pixal’s blueprints ( maybe he took pictures of them when he sold her to chen) and specs so he wouldn't have to pay for multiple employees. Just having the one really efficient one would save him thousands

-So shannon is pixals sister

-And her parents are The walkers, Ronin, and borg

-The family tree only grows people

-So Acronix is apart of the ninja family now if he marries Shannon

-Here's a chart if you're as confused as I am here:

-Anyway Shay doesn't really care much

- Her expression doesn't change

-She had never really gone out of her way to worry where she was from so it wasn't a huge revelation

-It was to nixie tho

-As the extravert he was (and has extensive experience of being a sibling) he had to make sure she got to know her new family NOW

-Like in the middle of the night now

-He never waits for things to happen

-Pix is first and she is about to power down for the night when...

-DOOR SLAMS OPEN

-"Hi SIS!!" Acronix just screams

-"hey. I'm like your sister now." Obvi shannon is more lowkey about it

-Shannon and pixal mildly get along

-Questions her taste in men alot

-Acronix chills in the back already bored and ready to move on.

-Although he's annoyed by them, the ninja were next up

-Zane and Jay are both family now

-Shannon starting to think he's using all this to fill the void of his brother being gone.

-Cause she has no interest for or against meeting these people but Nix sees it as urgent

-But he seems happier than usual so she'll let him throw her name around for a while. She did mooch off his social media so it was only fair

-Anyway eventually Acronix does find his brother, and tries to explain this whole mess to his less-than-thrilled twin

-God once Krux gets back tho

-“Hey bro! I married a robot she’s amazing!”

-He’s just taking selfies with her in hot topic outfits both of them

-“God no my brothers Robotsexual. My worst nightmares have been realized”

-Krux can only stare in horror at the people his brother now considers “family”

-Wu’s students?!, Robots!?, what EVEN IS AI?!?!?

-He eventually gets over it

-eventually maybe

-At least he can admire her attitude

-Will still mess with his bro tho.

-This is the worst timeline imaginable.

-But I can't apologize for art

[rosiecap4u]

RosieCap4u presents...

Food Fantasy Adventure(s)! But As Sims.

DISCLAIMER: I downloaded CCs(custom contents) and tried my best to make them look accurate. Sorry about that, but finding what you're looking for is tough. Also, some things won’t make sense (from just one picture), so I’ll explain what’s going on from the captions. And since this the Sims, there will be minor clippings, glitches, and breaking logic.

So, let’s get started with the first episode...

We have the...Dessert Delight Squad!

Welp

this is very cursed af but hey it’s great

And uhhh is Pastel okay

//i guess Cursed Delight Squad is there new name shfshsuhsdu

Also more screenshots:

Okay then, what’s basically happening here is:

Brownie’s tired

Vodka’s lowkey concern about Pastel

Pastel fainted due to Napo and Eclair being chaotic fucks

Bifty’s disappointed

Pastel’s spooked from being in a large ass crowd (i mean 6 is too much don’t ya think)

Poor man

Moving onto our first adventure in China:

So there’s this billboard thingy that we can go on adventures and do tasks. Bifty’s mission right now is to talk to someone and head to the Forbidden City. Something about finding a lost relic (Rosie can’t even say much shit oof). Oh yeah, Bifty also tagged Napo and Brownie along. Half of everything will be out of context, due to missing screenshots.

Erm...that’s definitely not his motorcycle...

And Bifty can’t you fly???

tf when this guy get his hat doubled

this is a glitch i may need to remove a mod

brownie got stuck somewhere and i have to teleport him lmao

ight, let’s get started

bifty looks like he’s getting sucked into the blue void lol

napoleon’s excited about a simple room

seriously it’s nothing but activation switches

oh shit

where’s eclair when we need him

wait nvm we don’t him when we push statues to malfunction them

also these statues weigh like a gigantic barbie house and bifty didnt even have a problem to pushing it

you can do it brownie

i believe in you my dear

oH MY GOD HE DID IT

//fast forward because all i did was collect awesome shit >>>

loss of braincells be like

i relate to this a lot because i dont understand how maps work

If you don’t know what happened to Bifty, he dive into a dive well (that’s behind Brownie). I’ll show ya-

Yeah, basically we can travel through other rooms by diving into these dive wells.

Anyways, the NapoBB52 trio found the vase they were supposed to look for and head home as Bifty gives the person (who asked for it) the relic.

//lazy to even screenshot the whole thing smh

uh....why are you still here?

//and as was I checked on Pastel, Eclair and Vodka...I see this...

gODDAMNIT WHAT THE HELL IS THIS WHAT YOU GUYS DID THE WHOLE ENTIRE DAY??

curse you glitch idk wtf even happened, teleport all you three cause ya’ll need to piss

might sound odd but pastel made fish stew

that’s....something new...

Oh crud it’s getting late, time to sleep.

Rosie says Vodka52 rights

They were together for a very long time

ight

seems like that’s day 1

now what to do

oh i know

alexa play “FIRE BIRD” by Roselia

Okay! That’s episode 1 completed! I’ve already got day 2 (aka episode 2) ready, but separate them because it will make this post hella long. Got nothing much to say tbh, just wanna showcase the DDS as sims!

[taruhcassidy]

❀ *ﾟ holland roden. female. she/her. ⇝ hey, isn’t that tara cassidy? i think that the twenty-four year old from savannah, georgia works as a police officer, but outside of that they spend a lot of time at henderson. i hear they are nosy + perfectionist, but they are also known to be compassionate + dedicated. consider giving them a visit at their home in buffalo mountain road apartments and get to know why they’re called the rookie. 

and last, but definitely not least: my sweet baby angel tara !! y’all know the drill at this point lmao. like this post if you’re down to plot with her and i’ll happily come to you ! or message me so that we can scream over plot ideas together.

stats

full name: tara lane cassidy

nicknames: n/a

height: 5′3

occupation: police officer

date of birth: september 6th

zodiac: virgo

mbti: isfj

ennegram: type two ( the helper )

alignment: neutral good

temperament: phlegmatic

positive traits: compassionate, dedicated, intuitive, perceptive, kindhearted

negative traits: nosy, obsessive, anxious, perfectionist, sneaky

biography

tara never grew up knowing her biological parents. her memories of them are nonexistent, as she only remained in their custody until she was just six months old. from then on was passed around to a few different family members, none of which could ever give her a straightforward answer as to why her parents had given her up, a question that frequently was asked as little tara grew into her own. the only thing that they would confirm was that they most certainly weren’t dead.

at four she moved to primm with some distant relatives and remained in their care for a little over a year. that is, until her temporary mother announced an unexpected pregnancy and the family decided that they just no longer had the space or money to care for tara, not with their little miracle on the way.

she was promptly placed into foster care and from then on became nothing but a number. no parents or family or documents to truly give her a sense of identity to build her life upon. tara was just passed along from one foster home to the next, never finding a family that was willing to take the plunge of adoption.

it was discouraging, to say the least, if not downright heartbreaking. tara learned how to shift and mold herself into what she believed people wanted her to be, all in the hopes of finally finding a family. a permanent place that she could truly call home. but she somehow always came up short.

time passed and she eventually grew out of the ‘cute’ phase, most families not wanting to adopt a young girl in her teens due to the fear of taking on the weight of the scars that the foster care system tends to leave behind. tara eventually gave up on her desire to be adopted and focused her attention elsewhere: making sure she didn’t become another foster kid that fell through the cracks. she slowly started working on pulling her act together, taking school more seriously and working shitty minimum wage jobs in order to save.

tara faced quite a bit of wickedness and abuse during her stay in foster care, but in spite of it she remained kind and warm, no matter what horrors she faced. she refused to let it break her and often took on a maternal roll with some of her younger foster siblings, finding comfort in the idea of being needed.

as soon as she graduated high school, tara enrolled in community college and set her sights on obtaining her associates’s in criminal justice. she worked a degrading waitress gig at a local truck stop diner during this time, every cent she made going towards her education or making sure she had a place to live. after college, she joined the police academy and began her journey as a cadet, eventually graduating and landing the roll of one of primm’s finest .

it’s no secret that the police force is a male-dominated workplace. to some, women simply don’t carry guns and a badge, and tara’s aspirations to do just that have been all but set on fire and tossed into the nearest dumpster. even now that she’s traded in her apron and notepad for a uniform and squad car, she’s been laughed at, shot down, and flat out told that such a pretty lil’ thing won’t make it out in the field. but every cruel remark and shred of doubt only forces tara to do better — to try harder. their lack of faith in her only causes the flames of determination to glow brighter, burning hotter and hotter.

bonus information

tara originally had no desire to become a cop. instead she wanted to be child psychologist until she was sixteen, deciding to opt for something more proactive when it came to helping people

she loves peaches and anything peach flavored. and if you couldn’t guess, that means peach cobbler is her favorite desert.

it wasn’t until she was nineteen that tara officially decided that she had no interest in seeking out her biological parents. over the years, she had created two figures to replace the void she was left with, figments that were almost childlike guesses at the parents she’d never known. they’d never once tried to reach out to her; not a single call, visit, not even a letter. by that point in her life, the lack of communication wasn’t worth destroying the image she’d built.

tara lowkey used to be a little bit of a wild child during her foster care days. at least, before she decided to get her shit together. she ran with a dodgy crowd and while she still had a good heart, she was nothing like the woman she’s become today.

while it’s her job to uphold the law and follow procedures, tara often has the tendency to “go rogue”. if she truly believes it’s for the greater good and she’s doing the right thing, tara will break rules and work with people on the wrong side of the law.

her deepest rooted fear is the fear of being forgotten. tara wants nothing more than to leave her mark on the world and the people around her, if only so that she doesn’t fade into obscurity.

she has an excellent memory and often enjoys people watching.

other favorites of hers include the color yellow, fleetwood mac, and sunflowers.

wanted connections

y’all already know what i’m about to say here lmao. i’ll update this very soon with some ideas, though two that immediately come to mind would be other characters she knew through foster care and maybe a couple of people from her wild child days. whether or not they’ve straightened up as well or gone down the opposite path is totally up to the mun ! but yeah !! if you have any ideas of your own or have a connection for your muse that you think tara would fit, im me and let’s plot !

[clnriswood]

VOID/STILES X READER

Our Little Secret (part 11)

a/n: the end is coming soonish! sorry for infrequency, i’m back at school aka have no life anymore! : )

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X

“We’re here,” Stiles said.

“Hmm?”

She’d dozed off on the way home, after having left with Stiles, while Void, saying nothing, left without another word. Maybe it would be the last time she would ever see him. Well, if he were smart, he would’ve been miles out of town by now, but the feeling in her gut, the one which knew him, thought otherwise. Was she too cruel, or not cruel enough? She opened her bleary eyes to see herself at Stiles’ house.

“Not with Alli?” she muttered, pushing her hair from her eyes as Stiles pulled the jeep door open.

“No,” he shook his head, “with me. Just for now, until we know it’s safe.”

She was too sleepy to even consider protesting, so she obeyed his request, dragging her legs into the home and to the couch. Stiles flipped the light on, dropping the keys and rubbing at his temples with stress, eyes narrowing when he saw her sinking onto the sofa.

“No,” he said, gaining her attention.

Her bright eyes stared at him with confusion. “what?”

“C’mon, let’s get you in a real bed,” he said, lifting her up by the edges of her green sweater and guiding her wobbly feet up the stairs and into his room. Nothing had changed since the last time. His room was messy as ever, blue bed sheets tossed messily, his crime board covered in red strings. She smiled a little, having missed it quite a bit.The girl pushed her hair over her shoulders as she climbed under the sheets and onto the bouncy mattress, her back sinking down comfortably and head lulling back.

“G’night Stiles,” she mumbled to the ceiling.

But he didn’t respond, and the light stayed blaring into her face, causing her to roll on her side and blink open at him. He stood still in his doorway, not having moved since she entered his room. His chocolate hair was messy over his round golden eyes, one hand shoved awkwardly into the pocket of his skinnies.

“You okay?” she shifted her weight, tilting her jaw to get a better look at him.

He give a little nod, his lips bent into a frown, hand clutching at the edge of the door with hesitation.

“What’s up?” she pressed him, sitting up and fighting her urge for sleep as she skeptically looked him over.

“What I said earlier,” he sighed, “about me leaving again.”

“Yeah?” she said softly, hands resting atop his fluffy sheets.

“I won’t,” he said. “Leave, I mean. I’m not going anywhere.”

A huge weight seemed to lift off her chest, smile tugging at the edges of her lips, “oh. Well, good.”

“Good,” he repeated with a little nod, turning to leave before gluing his feet to the floorboards. “Um, I just,” he turned back, his eyes closed. “Is it true, what Void said back there?”

He opened his honey eyes, something desperate and unspoken in them.

“W-which part?” she shook her head, heart fluttering nervously with unwanted confrontation.

“Uh, aha,” he laughed gently, rubbing his slender fingers over his jaw, “all of it?”

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, eyebrows creasing, “I did kiss you. I- I thought I did.”

“And do you-” he inhaled sharply, “I mean, do you, do y-” he fumbled, unable to spit out what she knew he was trying to say.

She lowered her eyes, “I don’t know what it is exactly, but I’d be lying if I told you no. I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss you unhealthily when you’re not around, or like how your fingers feel laced through mine, or think about-” she rambled, drawing her gaze back up to him “-us.”

“Us,” he breathed.

She swallowed harshly, not uttering another word.

“Okay,” he exhaled, chewing at his cheeks and fumbling with the edge of his hoodie. “ Right, okay.”

He turned, but once again, stopped mid step, rotating on his heel and just staring her down with those eyes, his fingers trembling lightly against his sides.

“What?” she huffed softly.

He clenched his jaw, shaking his head like he was in awe of himself.

“What?” she said again, a nervous smile on her face.

“I just-” he sighed, making his mind up.

And then he was walking across the room, and then his palm was cupping her cheek against it, his nose was brushing against hers, his minty breath was on her face, her body was lifting up from the bed and into his weight, and his lips were only mere centimeters from her own. Stiles kept his eyes closed, so did she, and he just stayed there, so so close to what he’d wanted for so long. They breathed into one another, electricity crackling between the intensity of their closeness. She was frozen against his grip, a soft mumble emerging from her lips.

“I still love him.”

Stiles dipped his head so that the bridges of their noses were side by side, and he almost even laughed as he said it, “I know.”

His touch was gone altogether as he pulled away, swallowing the lump in his throat and tugging at his hair uneasily. 

“I know, and that’s why I can’t kiss you,” he murmured. “Cause’ when I do, I want to do it knowing you want to, that you want me, and just me.”

Her chest rattled, lips parting but nothing coming from them as he gave her one last look before turning away. And this time he really did go, leaving her perched on the mattress and gazing dumbfounded into empty space.

. . .

When she trudged down the stairs the next morning, the last thing she’d expected to see were Scott and Isaac shoveling pancakes into their mouths in front of the TV, and yet there they were. The two boy’s heads turned simultaneously to stare at her, eyes widening. 

“Hi,” they said in unison.

The girl’s brows knitted, a mixture of emotions flooding over her. It’d been a long while since she’d seem them, and her last interactions with the boys hadn’t been good ones. Isaac had locked her in her own room when they spit Stiles, and Scott had stepped a foot on their friendship. On the other hand, she’d lied to both of them numerous times about Void, so she wasn’t really sure who was more mad at who.

“Hi,” she responded.

“Hey,” came Stiles’ voice.

He was wearing a deep green flannel over a black tee, his hair undone and messy from sleep, and big golden eyes looking tired.

“Sorry I didn’t give warning, but they didn’t exactly let me know this was happening,” Stiles said.

Isaac pulled the fork from his mouth, swallowing as he explained, “I came to say sorry.”

Scott, looking even more guilty, shifted his eyes upward, “me too.”

They set down their plates as they stood from the couch, throwing glances at each other like they’d rehearsed their next words.

“It wasn’t right to turn our backs on you when you needed us,” Scott sighed.

“And we feel even more stupid now that we know you were right all along. If we’d just given Void a chance, everything would be okay,” Isaac nodded. “He hasn’t done any wrong, so, if it’s not too late...”

“We’re ready to be here for you. Both of you.” Scott smiled awkwardly, hands stuffed into his pockets.

Feeling the weight of the set of three different pair of caring eyes made the pressure on her heart tighten. The air in her lungs seem to cut off, and she couldn’t even bring herself to respond. Her eyes welled with moisture as she turned to Stiles, who bent his head with a tiny shrug.

“Guys,” she turned back to the wolves, her eyes closed. “Thank you. I mean, you were both total dicks, but so was I.”

They had bashful smiles on their faces when she looked at them again.

“But I can’t lie to you anymore, even if it means I risk losing you seconds after I got you back,” she swallowed.

“What’s up?” Scott asked gently.

“I-” she hung her mouth open.

“Go on, (Y/N),” Isaac urged.

“Everything was okay,” she said. “for a while, everything was great, actually. Void had gotten a hold on himself, turned a new leaf, started over, whatever you want to call it. But then he started getting these urges.”

The boys didn’t move.

“Without the human side of Stiles to have a hold on him, he was just a monster who was trying to cling to humanity that wasn’t part of his code. Since the nogitsune feeds on pain, he needed it to function. But rather than letting me help him through it, he lied to me, convinced me everything was alright, but then-”

She stopped, her throat feeling tight and eyes burning from the tears she held back. Stiles moved to her side, arm brushing against hers as he continued for her.

“Last night we found his secret.”

“And?” Isaac shook his head.

“He’s been killing people in secret. He travels from different places and makes it untraceable, and then he disposes the bodies in a forest.” he stated simply. Then, trying to cover the severity of his sentence, added, “I mean, his cold dead heart is in the right place, he doesn’t want to be doing this.”

Stiles nodded awkwardly as silence engulfed the room.

Scott and Isaac turned to each other, as if communicating through their eyes. A thick tension had her almost crumbling right there, overwhelming anxiety bubbling in her blood.

“(Y/N),” Scott sighed, gaining her attention.

She could barely hold his gaze.

“We left you once, and by doing so we made this situation get to where it is. So...I’m gonna help you,” he decided.

“Me too,” the blonde chimed, “I won’t leave you again.”

Her heart pounded in her ears, and she wasn’t sure she heard right.

“I just told you my thousand year old supernatural boyfriend is psychotic and you’re still convinced you should help?” she laughed nervously.

“There has to be a way, right?” Isaac said.

“Right,” Scott said, “nothing we can’t do together.”

“But if there isn’t a way?” she shook her head.

The boy’s skin glowed under the sunlight that poured through the windows, the expression on their faces worried.

“Then we’ll handle it,” Stiles snapped them out of their trance.

She blinked up into his big hazel eyes, trying to read whatever was in them but coming up short.

“So,” Isaac interjected, “pancakes?”

. . .

“Where were you today?” Stiles said when she came in through the the bedroom door. 

The sun was just starting to set when she’d returned, the lawn bathed in a hazy orange glow. They’d sort of come to an agreement that she was staying with him without actually saying it, but he didn’t seem to mind. His flannel was tossed to the floorboards as he sat on his blue sheets, a hand shoved through his chocolate locks and a frown on his lips.

“Sorry,” she said. “Honestly, I just wanted to clear my head alone. I went by the river and just walked and walked.”

“Huh,” Stiles removed the blue pen he held in his mouth from between his lips, “and did you happen to come up with the solution as to how to save your-” he paused, “-friend.”

She groaned, plopping down on his mattress, “yes I did.”

The girl lay down on her back, staring at the ceiling with a heavy sigh, moving her head when Stiles fell silent. Her eyes landed on his awestruck freckled face.

“Don’t just say yes and then not explain!” he exclaimed.

“Well it’s not a good one so consider it scrapped,” she pouted.

He tapped his pen to her nose, eyes crinkling, “spit it out.”

She groaned, rubbing a hand over her eyes with agitation, “think about it, right. Before we split Void from your body he was able to resist the nogitsune’s need for pain because he was tethered to a human side of him. So, if we just...” she trailed off.

Stiles took a second before his brows shot up, rosy lips parting, “you don’t mean-”

“Find him a new host and shove him in their body? Yeah. I do.”

“That is bad,” Stiles decided, eyes flickering over her face. “But is it as bad as killing people?”

“It’s one life over who knows how many others,” she sighed, tilting her face back up to the boy’s golden iris.’

“It should be nobody’s life over nobody’s life,” Stiles said gravely, tone thick with distaste.

“I know, Stiles, okay?!” she raised her voice, making her friend tilt back. Her heart softened, fists balled as she sat up on the mattress. “I’m sorry. I just- I just don’t know what to do.”

Her eyes were desperate for a solution as she blinked at Stiles, “do you?”

He glanced down at the sheets, mumbling, “we could kill him.”

Her throat tightened, “not an option.”

“Why?” Stiles drew his eyes back up. “(Y/N), I get that you’re taken with him, but I can’t keep letting people get hurt.”

“And I can’t lose him,” she fired back. 

“You seemed pretty ready to lose him last night.”

“Because I was pissed, and I was hurt, Stiles.”

“And how far does he have to go before you quit, huh?” he retorted.

“It’s irrelevant. We don’t even know how t-”

“Yes, actually, I do,” his jaw twitched, heightened voice ringing through the room.

“What?” her heart sunk in disbelief.

Stiles ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair, shifting his weight to be closer to her, voice lowering.

“Look, you know Scott, Isaac, and everyone else is on your side. But we needed a fail safe, and now we have one,” he breathed quietly. 

“How?” she demanded.

“We’ll worry about it if we get to it,” he responded flatly.

Knowing she wouldn’t get an answer out of him, she just shook her head with a heavy breath, throwing him a glare and rising from the bed.

“Hey.”

A hand caught her wrist before she could go, and she tried to shake it off but it remained.

“What, Stiles?” she said softly.

“I...” he paused, voice dripping with sincerity, “I don’t want it to be this way.”

She stared at his floorboards as Stiles brushed his slender fingers soothingly over her skin.

“Okay? I really mean it. All I want is for you to be happy, you know that, right?” he mumbled.

“Yes, Stiles,” she swallowed, “I know.” She paused, eyelashes fluttering, “I want you to be happy too.”

“Thanks,” his lips twitched, “but I’m a little far from it.”

His hand was gone, leaving her free as she turned to face him with a guilty gaze.

“Don’t,” she pleaded.

“What?” he shook his head.

“Don’t go there,” she closed her eyes, waiting for and answer but getting none.

She blinked back down at his frown, the light dazzling over his jaw, nose, and curvatures of his face as he let his lips fall open.

“I didn’t even say anything,” he shook his head.

“You don’t have to,” she clenched her teeth together, sinking back down beside her friend. “I know you, Stilinski.” 

“You know,” he smiled faintly, dimples curving on his cheeks, “you’re an emotional roller coaster and a half, (Y/N).”

She snickered lightly, bringing a hand up to the side of his freckle spattered cheekbone and leaning into his skin to touch her nose gently to his forehead. Her fingertips brushed over the tips of his fluffy hair, and there was nothing seductive about it, just the intimacy of two very complicated people in a very complicated situation.

Stiles closed his eyes with a grin, “like I said.”

She rose from the bed with a half smile, closing Stiles’ door and turning into the hallway.

“Oh my g-”

“Shh.”

A shaky hand clasped over her mouth, a set of dark black eyes helplessly begging her for quiet, the boy’s chapped lips parted. The girl stared up into Void’s sunken face, his lids hooded with purple, his body in desperate need of care. And even though Stiles was only a few feet away, something in the nogitsune’s plea tugged her heart in her chest.

“Please,” he whispered. “Nod if it’s okay.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, giving him a little bend of her head.

[isa-ghost]

Okay I Lied There’ll Be 2 Posts At Most Today & This Is 1-

ONW Nostalgia Week Day 3

Today last year, I think by this time, I joined the best fucking clusterfuck of idiots online I have ever met after one hell of a nightmare stream the night and day before.

@a-septic-mind, @decubelli, @hyper-kitten-9, @heeky-3, @sans-the-comic,

I know you guys might not see this because you’re participating in the protest or just unable to access Tumblr atm for various reasons, but--

We’ve somehow surprisingly gone through a lot of members in one year and have all had our fair share of hardships both personally and as a group, but even with some of those nightmares in mind, you guys are still some of the most cooperative, creative motherfuckers I’ve ever crossed paths with in my 6 years of roleplaying, character creating, and world building.

I don’t remember what the fuck we were doing this morning last year but I’m pretty sure by now I was in the chat and already nicknamed Isa because literally everyone was like “Oh fuck, Arabelle though” EVEN THOUGH ARABELLE DOESN’T EVEN USE THAT FUCKIN’ NAME LMAO. It doesn’t matter much to me though because I’ve come to love the nickname you guys gave me and honestly I think I go by Isa in all but maybe 2 places online now.

This year I suffered the inevitable end of one of the longest online friendships I had and I think I’ve shared a majority of why that person was so important to me already so I’m not gonna bother rambling about why it was such a devastating thing to me. But even though I was hurting horribly from how toxic the last two years of knowing them was, I had five amazing people to fill that void and in January, two more came to help do that. :’) Thanks to you guys and @deaths-presence for talking me through it all, I was significantly less of a wreck about that friendship finally dying than I was dreading. I really owe you guys for that one but this post isn’t here to make me cry, it’s here to make you cry so get ready for some call-outs you little shits. <3

@decubelli, thanks for being the one I talked to all night before I joined and for remembering to send me an invite in the morning. :’D Also, I know the AU didn’t start the same day I joined the group but shoutout to us for being the first two people to throw drama into the rp, lmao. I know high school has lowkey consumed your life, but we still love you. <3

@a-septic-mind, I think out of everyone in the group, you’ve gotten to know me best for a number of reasons and everybody who exists ever already knows all the fucking tea they could ever want to hear about what a nightmare my dad is, but even though I’ve said it a hundred times already, I’m gonna say it again-- You’ve genuinely felt like a replacement parent in his place both as yourself and in-characters. I don’t know how to thank you for everything you’ve done with or for me in this past year. Also, as is a classic thing to say from child to parent- thanks for putting up with all of my bullshit. xD <3

@hyper-kitten-9, shout the fuck out to you for getting me deeper into Sanders Sides this year, what the fuck man. Also your art has improved so much from the time we met to now, I’m doin’ a heckin concern your skill levels are gonna surpass me cause fuck me if I can ever art lmao. I don’t know much of anything else to gush about you for because your stupid school life has you dead a lot but you got big gay and you got big valid so fight me you little edge lord. <3

@heeky-3, I think there’s only one other person in my life on or offline who is as innocent as you and it still fucks my mind that someone as obnoxious and dark-everything’d as me could be friends with someone as anxious and precious as you. xD Character!Isa might have forgotten Heely exists but I could never forget you myself. I know this year has been a total roller coaster for you, but the bunker has your back. <3

@sans-the-comic, wow where the fuck do I start with the tea for you, holy fuck. This goes for the entire bunker, but I know you especially have been having a hard time lately so please never forget my DMs are open, even if you think the reason you need to vent is stupid. I’m literally studying for a profession in this shit so fucking come to me if you need anything ever. I’m gonna leave a simple eyebrow wiggle @ our AU ideas that we come up with and just say that my god, you are a god tier writer and angst maker. I’m gonna fight your whole ass irl life so it lets you online more often so we can drag your angsty ass into the story plot more. Hang in there, my dude. <3

@mini-hero-rena and @masohno, I’m gonna totally annihilate your asses on your joining anniversaries since you weren’t around when I joined but honestly, it wouldn’t be the bunker without you two so hi. <3

I love the absolute fuck out of all of you and after letting my muse suffer for almost two years because aforementioned toxic ex-friend was my main source of creativity, I’m so fucking grateful I got a whole group of people dumped on me and you guys have fueled my creative brain all year long alongside my wifey. :’D Let’s hope our crazy asses stick together for a billion years more. Happy 1 Year Anniversary of Getting Isa’s Dumb Loud Crazy Ass Dumped On You. <3

[mogamifucker666]

 cabana au plot thing maybe. i can’t write so.. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

premise: Mogami is an assassin/hitman, working at a tropical resort for cover. his mom is sick. he works with SG guy (Sargent) as assassins but also at the same tropical resort place. Matsuo is a rich gold digger, killed his last husband but was judged innocent in the trial. now he’s looking for thrills, doesn’t desire more money, just trying to have a good time. which for him means.. causing choas.

(this post is so long and dumb and gay i am so sorry for anyone on tumblr mobile RIP)

(edit: it’s even longer now and i tried to fix the typos from before. i hate how invested i am in this AU and yet i cannot stop.)

Matsuo comes to this resort regularly and the staff are Wary and particular about the staff they (somewhat) sacrifice to Matsuo. but Matsuo has MAD CA$H so they assign him like.. a personal attendant of sorts.

Mogami was hired between the last visit and this one, has been working there a lil while (some months but less than a year), Sargent is part of the resort’s management and works to cover for Mogam to give him alibis while he’s off killing ppl Just In Case

Mogami probably has an alias that he uses for like everything and that’s “Kai” bc he works by the ocean lmao. 

I guess Mogami works around the pool and beach? waiter/bartender type thing. trained as a lifeguard so he does that too.

Anyhow he gets assigned to Matsuo, is aware that Matsuo’s was on trial for the murder of his husband but wasn’t convicted, but doesn’t really know what to expect. definitely not the chaotic twinky gremlin that Matsuo is in this AU.

Possible first interaction: Mogami is just trying to serve some drinks  and Matsuo intercepts him and he's like "can i help you.....uhm........?" (can't figure out Matsuo's gender) 

Matsuo, "that would be sir, thank you. but in a different context you can call me baby." Mogam is internally like o no-- Matsuo, not missing a beat, "and i can call you daddy." and Mogami is like. CRIngiNG he's like this is it, this is the curse brought on by killing people, the bad luck has finally caught up with me-- etc

Matsuo has a thing about paying ppl with Mogami’s job 4 sex/seducing them

Mogam is not about it

Matsuo won’t ease up

Anyway. things r tense and assassin stuff is more difficult bc of dealing with being Matsuo’s attendant. but there r days when Mogam isn’t working, where he has leave to “see his mom” which are often used for assassin stuff but. sometimes seeing mom. sometimes both.

Mogam still maintains his cool and indifference to Matsuo’s attempted advances

it’d be ridiculous if Matsuo very obviously fakes drowning. standing in shallow water (literally standing) and just flinging water around and looking like a fool, calling out “help me lifeguard! im Drowning! oh the humanity! i am struggling to breathe oh lifeguard please help me!” mostly bothering the other people around so Mogami feels compelled to usher him away but Mogami does Not lol and Matsuo just looks like a desperate fool.

maybe he actually pretends to drown

“i think i need cpr”

“i’ll just call an ambulance for you”

“come ON” as Mogami gets up and Leaves

Matsuo: >;;;;^(  Mogami: B^|

Matsuo prObably goes for some other poolboys in the meantime. partly for attention, partly because it’s what he does.

Matsuo insists that Mogami has a secret (and he does) but Mogam denies that he has any secret of interest to Matsuo

somehow Matsuo finds out about his mom tho and Mogam is like “ah yes. my dark secret. i am indeed secretly tender at heart and love my mother very much. u got me.” but like. no it’s that he’s killing people. But there is some bonding and more respect from Matsuo. some but not much.

the Advances continue tho Matsuo is like still like  “if u need money then sleep with me??”. Mogam is like. No.

also, at some point, Mogami to Matsuo “has anything bad happened to you at all in your life?” (bad things have happened but it’s been a While and Matsuo is hella detached from that)

Matsuo is legit like. lowkey a psychopath probably and breaks into Mogam’s (place of residence) (apartment proabably?) and Mogam gets back from a nearby “job” (shady bloody job) and Matsuo sees him (Matsuo wasn’t hiding lol) and Mogam Very Clearly bloody (under the shirt he was wear and since removed bc he’s home now) and is internally like “i’m not prepared to deal with this. this is over my head, the disappearance would go noticed, and would obviously connect to me... i’ll call Sargent. i probably have to kill him, such a hassle.. could be the end of things. what i thoughtless greedy awful--”

i drew it:

(evil gremlin pixie gets gay while dead-inside man contemplates the logistics of murder and disposing the body)

he glances down and Matsuo is like... sparkly heart emojis looking at the blood on Mogami and. Mogam is CONFUSED hE’s like “What.. are you doing looking like that?????”

(the blood drawn on his face/hand doesn’t make sense now that ive thought about it but. i can’t be bothered now.)

(my fave Mogami reaction to Matsuo is “bitch what the fuck” honestly) 

Matsuo is rlly hot about the blood i but Mogam is just tired of this he’s like. resigned and kind of given up and legit just “I’m going to take a shower”

“can i come with u? ::::3c”

“you can do whatever you want” (figures Matsuo will follow him but doesn’t care if Matsuo leaves and tells the police he’s just tired rn)

Matsuo does follow him (he’s got his Eyes on the Prize)(the “prize” has gotten more and more interesting and enticing as time went by and now he is enthralled. Matsuo is chaotic and freaky and i love him. kinky(TM))

Mogam is trying to ignore Matsuo in the shower but eventually just Gives Up and like yeah wow sex huh

it is. a lot more good than Mogam anticipated and Matsuo is very :^)))))) after (satisfied and “i told u so” and still sneaky but also. more solidly attached now)(Mogam is endearingly passionate  and it’s hot i guess idk don’t look at me)

Matsuo is probably the only (alive) person besides Sargent who knows he’s killing people so like. that relieves tension and allows for more intimacy ok

(im gay don’t talk to me)

at some point after that Matsuo is like “you like killing people”

“no, it’s just a job”

except he does and something happening close to the time of the convo is like ‘wait yes i do enjoy it..’

At Some Point Matsuo gets a wound over his eye (so the scar matches canon lol), it’s somehow a result of hanging around Mogami

thanks @ Nick for this idea: maybe Matsuo gets kidnapped and Mogam has to go save him. Jokes on Mogami tho Matsuo knows how to use a gun and can handle i knife decently. basically Matsuo kills at least Some of his abductors, gets his face slashed, and escapes by the time Mogami arrives to save him.

probably a sobering experience for Matsuo like ‘o right actions have consequences that affect me. wow. strange.’

this isn’t a deterrent for him tho, he’s still having fun, but he’s gonna be less flippant and careless from then on.

idK eventually an agreement of commitment happens and like. Mogam quits and the resort and moved back with Matsuo to the US i guess and now he doesn’t have to worry about money for his mom’s care bc Matsuo is stacked.

so Matsuo has married twice and the latest one is dead but the other one (his first marriage) is to Toichiro.

Toichiro’s wife divorced him, he’s rich and is some important af person in a corporation idk, he and Matsuo r together for a while and then married briefly and then Matsuo divorces him and gets hella money (awful. cruel. rude boy. evil. i love it) 

(their relationship was like. probably kind of sad bc Toichiro is pretending he’s not torn up abt his ex-wife and maybe Matsuo like?? wasn’t just being a gold digger and actually cared about him, but was constantly eclipsed by the ex-wife n got tired of it and once they were married he was pretty soon like “Okay. That’s That. Bye.” dark. idk Matsuo is an energetic and wild person and Toichiro is cold and dead inside and Matsuo probably brought a lot of like.. joy to his life, and he took that for granted n Matsuo left. bye bish.)(lmao i h8 angst i’m sad now)

the current dynamic between him and Toichiro is like.. whenever they see each other they just drag the shit out of each other and r snide and that’s their point of camaraderie but Matsuo rlly doesn’t care abt him and always rubs Toichiro’s unsatisified life in his face.

but Matsuo is with Mogami now and they’re back in the US (some big city, probably Los Angeles or NYC.. or both. Matsuo has an unnecessary excess of wealth he can have a house on both coasts) but they end up talking with Toichiro and so Toichiro and Matsuo r doing their nasty banter thing and Toichiro starts talking dirty and about stuff he and Matsuo did and Matsuo is kind of pissed and internally like ‘wow in front of my boyfriend?? i know i have no class either but xcuse u bitch :^)’ but. also talks abt the stuff he’s been doing with Mogami. meanwhile Mogami is just there SEETHING quietly, tensely but politely smiling, thinking 'the nerve of this awful man with ugly eyebrows. abhorrent.' Matsuo is keeping an eye on him as the tension is rising and eventually.. 'wow my murder bf is about to fight my ex and while that's Hot that's not a good idea---' so he he cuts the conversation off like "well, i know who i've chosen--" wraps arm around Mogami's waist "--have a good life pining for your ex-wife" and like. leaves. bye.

or “have fun trying to fill the void left my your ex-wife for as long as you live”

Matsuo’s second marriage is probably to Ishiguro and purely for the money. but Ishiguro is gross and old and Matsuo was tired of waiting for him to die and took matters into his own hands. and ended up with a lot of money and no jail time.

idk what else. vague ideas kind of like. Mogam has a day of and Sargent goes to visit momgami in the hospital as a way to cover for Mogami going to do a hit. or doing a hit for Mogam so he can visit his mom. tru friends. 

the beginning aesthetic being like. tacky tropical beach and it changing into like. lavish but sleek spy-aesthetic by the end is funny to me. tropical pattern prints and speedos and petty drama and humar to dark clothes and a scar  and like. weirdly devoted and sexy dynamic. silly to serious. hilariously bad rom com to..  rich murder gays (NBC Hannibal stole my aesthetic)

im starting to fall asleep but ya this au was originally 100% shitpost and yet here. i am. thinking about it seriously.