#i was gonna like ur starter call but here is this instead

[crusty-chronicles]

I have no idea if this is how u want me requesting but I'm gonna haunt u like a ghost now in ur asks (said with love ❤️) I noticed that u do yu yu hakusho requests which i'm like 🥰 anyways, Kurama and Hiei (already friends) reacting to reader suddenly approaching them and acting like they're their bf bc some guy was trying to hit on em? U can choose if how u wanna write it (headcannon or drabble ❤️)

An: Brief Warnings: Harassment/ unwanted advancements

Kurama 🦊🦊🦊

He didn't have to look to know it was the sound of your footsteps behind him. Your familiar footfalls followed by someone else's. 

“Hey, Shuichi! There you are!” You called out.

His human name. It'd made sense considering the both of you had just been let out of school. And as he turned around to address you, he noticed one of your classmates trailing you. 

He could hear the frantic heartbeat in your chest as you got closer. Your entire demeanor uncomfortable. Then there was the way your classmates seemed to eye you with an unsettling intensity. 

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

“You said you were gonna walk me home, remember?”

He never promised you such a thing. But the pleading look in your eyes was enough for him to go along with it. As long as you explained things later.

“Shall we get going then?” He extended his hand towards you to take.

Instead, you'd rushed to his side. Clinging onto his arm for dear life while your classmate seemed to glare. Kurama could feel you shake against him. Fear mingling in with your scent. Then you did something that shocked him.

You'd placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you for being such a great boyfriend.” Putting emphasis on ‘boyfriend.’

But before he could process it, your classmate had snapped.

“Boyfriend??? But Shuichi’s never been interested in anyone before! What do mean he's your boyfriend?!?”

He silenced them with one look. Green eyes flashing an eerie golden in warning.

“I don't recall my personal life being anyone else's business. Now if you'll excuse us.” Kurama shut down, already leading you away.

He made sure you were far enough away before questioning you. Though he had a good feeling about what it was.

“What was that all about?”

So you told him about how your classmate started flirting with you. How, even though you told them you weren't interested, was still adamant about you giving them a chance. Becoming touchy in the process. Before things could escalate any further, you'd spotted Kurama. Coming up with the first excuse you thought of to get your classmate away from you. 

Which just so happened to be saying you were already taken.

He wasn't upset with you for using him as a scapegoat. But he did make you promise to walk with him from now on going to school. A protective measure in case your classmate tried to make another move.

And even though he was furious with them for what they did, he wouldn't hurt them. No, he wouldn't stoop that low. But scaring them with a few vines and roots, that he could do.

—-------------

Hiei ⚔️⚔️⚔️

The situation you were in at the moment wasn't a favorable one. For starters, you were a human on an island surrounded by demons. Only being here to cheer on your friends fight. Then there was the fact that you had gotten separated from Botan and the rest of the girls. And now, a demon was currently salivating over you.

“Haven't you heard? We demons take what we want.” After trying to flirt with you for the past thirty minutes, it had resorted to threatening you.

Saying since you clearly didn't have a ‘mate’, you were fair game. It made you sick. Looking for any way out for your safety. Then you saw it. A flash of black hair with a spot of white.

“Hiei!” You called out.

He paused his movements and turned around. Surprised to see you separated from the rest. Then his surprise turned into annoyance. Of course you'd managed to get separated, you always were careless.

He'd barely registered the demon looming over you until you spoke.

“We're mates, right?” You asked.

His first response was to quickly shoot that idea down. A ‘hell no’ on the tip of his tongue. But there was a primal fear in your eyes when he looked closer. And that was when he noticed the other demon. Its hand wrapped tightly around your arm to the point of bruising.

Knowing you'd never ask him something like that unless you had a good reason. This, would be a very good reason considering you weren't a fighter able to take care of yourself.

“It would appear so.”

The demon quickly let go of you and scampered away with a glare. But not before Hiei could commit its face to memory just in case.

He startled at the feeling of your arms wrapping around him. Your body trembling along with your voice.

“Thank you.” you whispered.

He gave a hum before lightly pushing you away.

“If that oaf gets near you again, let me know and I'll handle him personally.” Because while Hiei could've ended it's life right then and there, he didn't want to panic you further.

But that didn't mean he'd let that demon go a second time if he ever came across it again.

[lowkeyrobin]

Confident in his sexuality fuckshit x confused and doesn't know their sexuality reader where reader confines in fuckshit about their sexuality problems and confused on what they like since they've never had their first kiss before so fuckshit offers to kiss reader and ray and fourth grade catch them kissing so every time the gang and reader hang out ray and fourth grade tease and make jokes about it while ruben and Stevie are just sitting there confused asf please🙏

-♣️

STOP I LOVE THIS I CANNOT. ; ♣️ were getting married ur reqs are always so yummy istg ; thank you for requesting pookie, hope you enjoy! ; also back 2 back kinda fueled me w this LMFAO

FUCKSHIT ; skin

summary ; after coming out as nonbinary, you're confused on where you stand with your sexuality

warnings ; language, mentions of weed/alcohol, censored racial slur, making out stuff, sex jokes

disclaimers ; reader is nonbinary instead of just gender neutral, kinda brings the plot point to where it is

track ; skin, rihanna

word count ; 849

masterlist

"I'm proud of you for coming out, y'know? I don't really get it, but whatever makes you happy, okay bro?-" He quickly stops himself, "Do I call you that or nah?"

You nod with a smile, appreciating his considerate thought. "Yeah, it's cool"

He nods, running a hand through his hair to push it away from his face for a moment. "But, whatever makes you happy, okay? I'll always be here to support you, no matter who you like or what you identify as" He smiles, leaning back on the pillows on your bed.

You nod. "Speaking of who I like..."

His eyebrows shoot up, "You like someone? You better spill that shit, n****"

You giggle and crawl next to him on the bed, sitting on the left side while he lounges on the right. You shrug to begin the conversation.

"I dunno. I don't like anyone in particular, for starters. I just, don't really know what I like right now. Cause I finally came out as nonbinary and stuff, and like, I dunno who I'd like, date or what my standards are or anything" You explain, looking to him for some sort of validation.

He nods. "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"

"No" You answer with a slight giggle.

He quickly sits up, looking at you like you're crazy. "What?"

"Hm?"

"You've never kissed someone?"

"No," you shrug. "Does it look like I have?"

He blinks, then moves his legs over each other in a criss cross manner. "Well, I mean, do you wanna know how? So when you do kiss someone, you know what you're doing?" He suggests innocently.

You shrug and nod, then stop yourself. "Wait, like, we're gonna..."

He nods, "We're friends though, it won't mean anything more. It's like, uh... an educational purpose"

You nod nervously. "Uh, okay"

He scoots forward, then looks at you up and down. He softly places his hands on your cheeks, bringing you forward as tenderly as possible.

"So, like" He speaks, just above a whisper, "You can either put your hands on their cheeks," He removes his hands from your cheeks and wraps his fingers around your hands, then places them on his face instead. "Or like this," He moves your hands down under his jaw, "or down here," he then moves them down to the middle / bottom of his neck.

You nod, taking in the information as he speaks.

"Guys love when you tug at their hair or mess with it when you're making out" He adds, "But don't be rough, and only do it when you're like, making out and shit"

You bite the inside of your bottom lip, nodding again. "Can you like, show me how to do that?"

He nods, bringing your right hand up to his scalp. He allows you to tangle your hand in his curls and slightly tug on it with minimal tension, letting you grasp an idea of what he's saying.

"Get it?" He kindly asks, his breath caring the slight scent of weed like it usually did.

"Mhm." You quickly nod in response.

He moves his right hand under your chin, making you look up at him. His left hand rests behind your ear, his thumb in front of it as he feels some of your hair. He pulls you into the kiss, going easy on you to start.

You're obviously caught off guard, but lean into it, trying to ignore how your best friend is giving you kissing lessons.

He decides not to scare you with tongue, hoping whoever you share your first kiss with will teach you about that instead. He'd probably throw up if he did that in all honesty, no offense to you.

He pulls you more toward him, then lays all the way back to fall on his back. Your lips are still connected, moving in unison as he helps you, eyes closed, to straddle his waist. You move your hands to his jawline, lightly pressing your fingers into his skin.

You only remember your stereo is playing music in the background as he pulls away from you with a smile. You might has well have just died hearing Garbage's Push It bouncing its soundwaves against the walls.

"You're a good kisser." He smirks, looking up at you.

"Yeah, seems like they are"

Your heads snap toward the door, seeing Ray standing in the doorway with Fourthgrade, Ruben, and Stevie behind him, watching in awe. The dark-skinned boy crosses his arms with a deadpan look.

"No way y'all are this desperate"

You quickly bounce off of Fuckshit, letting him sit up to explain yourselves.

"I was teaching them how to kiss-"

"Sure you were. C'mon, we have a party to attend"

"Watch out, we can't leave them alone. They'll start making out in the hallway closet" Ray jokes, looking over at you and Fuckshit.

"Shut up." You both reply in unison, smiling afterward at the chances.

Fourthgrade attempts to speak, "They're convinced they aren't dating-"

"We aren't!"

"We caught them fucking earlier!" Ruben exclaims to the girls.

"We were not fucking, Ruben!"

"Close enough!"

[candyredmusings]

“Another One Of Those ‘Things My Discord Said’ Sentence Starters.

Things taken from DMs and a few group chats from Discord. CW: NSFT Change / Edit as necessary !

i am literally tom cruise

cum is cool.

[NAME]  is fucked up cus he is straight man

[NAME]  show me your fuckin tits

[NAME], you better not be standing catatonic in your room wearing your handmade jigsaw robe again.

its like they creampied me but instead of cum it was new music

like what about my pussy-area makes u think sea cucumber

the mind is weak. but the body is funky

so im reading that fanfic where 1d like, buys your soul or whatever and im shook

well tom servo is a sex god

and then i freaked it

FUCK YOU APPLE JACK FUCK

ILL SLURP WITH YOU

LEMME SHOW U DICK

ITS A SIDE QUEST YOU SILLY BITCH

I’m a zombie the law can’t stop me

LEAVE YOUR GOLDEN UNCRUSTABLES OUT OF MY HOME I WILL NOT FALL VICTIM TO THY TRICKERY

you, telling me to ignore a twink with side swept brown hair? foolish.

Hes so hot i briefly started texting like a straight person

and because I’m god and I’ve decided that. No. In fact. I’m not done.

MY DUMB BOTTOM BRAIN FOLLOWS COMMANDS TOO WELL

[NAME], I know you love bloopy reggae jams. Now is not the time

OH THATS WHAT I THOUGHT YOUD SAY YOU STUPID ACCIDENTAL HIMBO DEMON

man i rlly am attracted to paul mccartney.

its not that kennedy was gay af sleeping w jackies fat ass out, he just has a better one-

jealous of my massive honkeers

YOU BRAINCELLED BITCH

this forced open my third eye and i saw the devil--

oh me seeming romantically interested in u is making u uncomfortable?? noted

the only pussy this party city shake out wig looking mother fucker is getting

[NAME]  expose your teeth right fucking now

IN THE DEPARTMENT OF OLD MAN FUCKING, WEVE GOT YOU BEAT

What if we kissed while one of us got called racist and we are both boys

i just jacked it to minecraft piss porn

I will pop a huge tentacle boner

i hate females fr fr

we left u to die to play minecraft

IM GONNA FRICKLE-FRACK YOUR WIFE

CAN I KARATE CHOP IT LIKE IN SPONGEBOB

DWIGHT FROM THE OFFICE IS NOT MY SKRUNKLY

she would never ever take away one of these stupid fucking hats

My brother in Christ you’re being haunted

i want to wring you like a wet towel and slap u against a wall

Yeah you'll come to learn I just have a thing for milk

Piss ur pants harder pls I wanna watch

I'm gonna corn on the kill myself

good morning to parappa and his stans. everyone else..... hi ig

lol look at this clown with no slurs

God has abandoned his children but unfortunately for you I pay child support and I will smite thee.

this is how I reveal myself to be homophobic

I have no sluts

idk what it is abt it but boba makes me become like an actual whore

im homophobic suddenly

he was like ‘You're so big”.... and i just started crying

anyones penis can be hard hes not special

for the love of god please help me

i can talk about piss for hours

im sorry i havent recognized mickey mouse clubhouse ost as the cultural landmark that it is

I ASKED IF WE WOULD RP AFTER FUCKING BIBLE STUDY OR WHATEVER

the benefits of being a yandere is that i dont have to forgive OR forget and I am a living breathing PVP zone so Fuck with me white boy.

When toxic by ashnikko comes on I enter the gaslight gatekeep phases of my girlbosshood

im like a child in line for the newest fucked up disney ride

[NAME] is just all fucking Sorts of fucked up

im clownfaking

why are we here? to suffer? every other day i get messages from a whore

always thinking abt when my friend called me a "white boy whore"

you gotta PUMP the errand girl with cocaine

im beyond shame bc i love all cock try again

people have fetishes.

They really do crucify anyone these days huh

u may have never hungered for cock but you have hungered for a sub sandwich and honestly? theyre basically the same thing-

hi im drawing hentai

[NAME] idk why but that really. makes me want to stab you

“Don't have sex FOMO, [NAME], no! “

“TRY AND NUKE THIS, BITCH.”

“There's a group of golden skeletons behind you hitting the griddy “

“GRANDPA’S ASHES SUCKED MY COCK AND TOOK ME TO ARBYS.”

“You’re lanky with no gender and silly goofy with the rizz it works.”

“You can’t just tell me I could be a Tumblr sexy man to my face at 4:30 PM.”

"I have strong opinions about the soviet union"

“CALL THAT PUSSY THE MATRIX CAUSE IM IN THIS BITCH AND I CANT GET OUT “

“dont cry. 8000 types of reptiles on the planet, okay?”

[NAME] lives his life like he’s an RPG character but picks only the rude dialogue options.”

“I need to beat off to this before God destroys California.”

"No amount of pussy could get me on a rollercoaster with three loops"

"I love your senior citizen pussy"

"Gerber is pretty reliable .. I mean .. The Gerber baby didn't die .... did it?"

“you are white i assume”

"I hate you terrorist, and you may quote me on that"

"I love watching you play minecraft. It's like watching a baby fawn."

"I've never seen old men who fuck harder."

"i don't need him to KILL i need him to FUCK ME"

"well maybe if you just dicked down your wife she wouldn't have gone on a murderous slut rampage"

"why cant these BIG titty bimbos stop HANGING around me"

[lilac-hecox]

hello world by the front bottoms absolutely slapped me in the face with how ianthony-coded it is like..

“Well, the sun was made for people who are never gonna touch it

But keep their heads up, anyway”

^ anthony who tried reaching out to ian but felt that he failed every time :(

“My phone calls with a stranger

We have nothing in common

And I have nothing to say”

^ anthony feeling like he didn’t truly know ian anymore and how they stopped talking about things outside of smosh, failed reconnections

“It used to go question and then answer

But we were younger and it was easy

Now it goes question and then question

Question, answers don't come so easy”

^ the way they avoided confrontation more and more to keep things from falling apart and lost their childhood easiness

“But I am a grown up, I should grow up

Find something to occupy my time

Instead of notebooks filled with nonsense

Looking for answers I'll never find”

^ GODDD. it’s just So anthony. his very literal notebook with questions for ian that he never imagined would be answered..

verse 2 feels more like ian’s pov and maybe even an AU angle in there? i don’t know. just love this <3 would love to hear ur favorite songs for them !!

ANON!!! THIS IS MAKING ME GO CRAZY.

Hello World is absolutely Ianthony coded. I also absolutely love The Front Bottoms so you're getting a specifically The Front Bottoms themed post!

You touched on the second verse of Hello World in your ask but the line that absolutely screams Ianthony to me (like you said from Ian's POV) is:

And now you show me new tattoos And my fingers touch your skin You say they all have so much meaning as colored ink is sinkin' in

--

West Virginia

Okay! For starters, I made a post about their song West Virginia and how that is probably the number one Ianthony coded Front Bottoms song for me about their split and the divorce and all the stuff that hurts so badly.

“Is it raining where you are?” The only thing I could think to ask But nothing ever hurt so bad As the “no” that you said back

and

The farther you go from where you start The harder it is to get back

and

And I have learned that the direction I was walking was so wrong And I just need a little help here, man To find the path I should be on

Like, I think this song flips between the two of them but can also paint a picture of Anthony really struggling with leaving, if it was the right thing to do. He's so aware that he and Ian aren't what they were anymore, and he's got all of these feelings and issues inside of him that is going to tear him up if he doesn't get the fuck away, but he also is hurting himself by leaving Ian.

--

Rhode Island

Everything you're feeling is coming Even though you've never felt so alone I could probably catch a ride to your house Borrow a bike to get back home

Again I see this from Anthony where he gets these desperate feelings during the split where all he wants is to see Ian but it feels impossible at the same time.

--

Swimming Pool

There's comfort in the bottom of a swimming pool I'm holding my breath for you There's no doubt in my mind that if you could, then you would try Crack my ribcage open and pull my heart right through

This one is from Ian's POV. He knows Anthony wants him to open up and he knows he can't, and Anthony would push to hurt him to get him to open up.

But I'm a creature of a culture that I create I'm the last one on the dance floor as the chandelier gives way And I am permanently preoccupied with your past I've been around long enough now to know That the good things never last, they never last

This is Anthony's POV. He's stuck in Smosh when owned by Defy and he can't escape his own creation even if it is killing him. He's obsessed with how much better it was before and he is saddened that he and Ian have lost what they had.

I will stop cutting my pants into shorts I will address the issues I cannot ignore And I will do the things I think you might like And I will be alone, probably the rest of my life

I really think this is both of them. Picture it like a movie, the song plays over parts of both of them struggling post split, trying to work separately and move on. This especially speaks to Ian sort of sadly resigning himself to have losing Anthony.

--

Looking Like You Just Woke Up

So I'm swinging like a fist fight, concrete colored basement Alright, alright, let's keep this clean As clean as you like And it probably won't get easier, just easier to hide Prepare for an aching the rest of your life

Ian and Anthony fighting and being passive aggressive towards one another and that deep and painful ache that will reside in both of them once it's all over and they split apart.

--

Twin Sized Mattress

With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay You said, "Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way!"

ABSOLUTE PAIN. THE MOMENT THAT ANTHONY ASKED IAN TO COME WITH HIM WHEN HE LEFT DEFY ERA AND IAN SAID NO.

--

Jim Bogart

I would sleep better on your floor than I would ever in my bed And if your carpet makes my face itch, it'd still be heaven in my head

Teenage Ianthony! Unrequited sleep over crushes!!!

Sometimes things just don't work out The way you want them to

Self-explanatory of them splitting apart.

--

Flashlight

You are still here, you are still happy You are still smiling and laughing You are still the only thing and everything I need in my life

Nostalgia from one for the other!! Intense longing!!

And it goes in, in, out through the mouth Breathing exercises I will never figure out

The 'inhale' and 'exhale' tattoos

And I can hear your dog whistle from my bedroom Yeah, yeah And I can see a flashlight cutting up the trees behind my house (I can see a flashlight)

Picture teenaged Ianthony and Anthony walking to Ian's place at night, and he can always see the dumb flashlight Anthony carries during the walk. The dog whistle is the intense draw the one has to the other.

And I will read the flashing like a morse code explanation That will mean nothing, but take all night to figure out, out, out

Anthony watching Ian's solo Smosh videos for ideas of where he is mentally.

When I am sad, I am sad But when I am happy, oh, God, I'm happy And there's just no place in between for us to meet (so when I wake up, be like, "Yeah, everything's alright")

MY SAD BABY BOYS.

--

Skeleton

Reunited and it feels so good It's so much better than I thought it would 'Cause I feel fucked, but in a good way

Ianthony reunited!

I got miles to go 'Til I ever get home But the sound of your laugh And your voice on the phone Makes me feel like I am already there

The Prague trip.

--

Cough It Out

All the branches on the tree That we carved our initials in, seem to bend and take the shape of them And, oh, can't you see? I am delusional with love

Again, like a younger love Ianthony being very hopeful for the future and in retrospect almost delusional.

I don't care if you're not sorry, I forgive you And with or without your support, I will continue

Anthony saying "I don't care if you're not sorry, I forgive you."

And Ian feeling like 'with or without his (Anthony's) support, I will continue.

But whatever I did for you last year, I cannot do again It's getting harder and harder, and harder and harder, for me to call you a friend No matter how many times I say I won't, I defend you if I can But whatever I did for you last year, I cannot do again

The cusp of Anthony leaving and knowing that he loves Ian but he can't do it anymore.

[jungianthing]

@memoryserved

     “Honest opinion. Imagine I got laser eye surgery. What are your thoughts.” He has his glasses off so they can see his glassesless potential. He can’t see anything but that’s absolutely beside the point.

[ddudumemes]

SOUR SENTENCE STARTERS 

(( collection of ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREE sentence starters taken from OLIVIA  RODRIGO’s first album ‘ SOUR ’ . ))

001.  BRUTAL  . ‘  i  think  that  i'll  die  before  i  drink  .  ’ ‘  who  likes  me  ??  ’ ‘  who  hates  you  ??  ’ ‘  who  am  i  if  not  exploited  ??  ’ ‘  where's  my  fucking  teenage  dream  ??  ’ ‘  i  don't  stick  up  for  myself  .  ’ ‘  i'm  anxious  and  nothing  can  help  .  ’ ‘  and  i  wish  i'd  done  this  before  .  ’ ‘  and  i  wish  people  liked  me  more  .  ’ ‘  all  i  did  was  try  my  best  ,  this  the  kinda  thanks  i  get  ??  ’ ‘  i  wish  i  could  disappear  .  ’ ‘  ego  crush  is  so  severe  .  ’ ‘  god  ,  it's  brutal  out  here  .  ’ ‘  i  feel  like  no  one  wants  me  .  ’ ‘  and  i  hate  the  way  i'm  perceived  .  ’ ‘  i  only  have  two  real  friends  .  ’ ‘  lately  ,  i'm  a  nervous  wreck  .  ’ ‘  i'm  not  cool  ,  and  i'm  not  smart  ,  and  i  can't  even  parallel  park  .  ’ ‘  got  a  broken  ego  ,  and  broken  heart  .  ’ ‘  god  ,  i  don't  even  know  where  to  start  .  ’

002.  TRAITOR  . ‘  i  played  dumb  ,  but  i  always  knew  .  ’ ‘  i  kept  quiet  so  i  could  keep  you  .  ’ ‘  ain't  it  funny  how  you  ran  to  her  the  second  that  we  called  it  quits  ??  ’ ‘  ain't  it  funny  how  you  said  you  were  friends  ??  now  it  sure  as  hell  don't  look  like  it  .  ’ ‘  you  betrayed  me  .  ’ ‘  i  know  that  you'll  never  feel  sorry  for  the  way  i  hurt  .  ’ ‘  you  talked  to  her  when  we  were  together  .  ’ ‘  loved  you  at  your  worst  ,  but  that  didn't  matter  .  ’ ‘  it  took  you  two  weeks  to  go  off  and  date  her  .  ’ ‘  guess  you  didn't  cheat  ,  but  you're  still  a  traitor  .  ’ ‘  there's  no  damn  way  that  you  could  fall  in  love  with  somebody  that  quickly  .  ’ ‘  remember  i  brought  her  up  and  you  told  me  i  was  paranoid  ??  ’ ‘  god  ,  i  wish  that  you  had  thought  this  through  before  i  went  and  fell  in  love  with  you  .  ’ ‘  you  gave  me  your  word  ,  but  that  didn't  matter  .  ’ 003.  DRIVERS  LICENSE  . ‘  i  got  my  driver's  license  last  week  .  ’ ‘  you  were  so excited for  me  .  ’ ‘  and  you're  probably  with  that  blonde  girl  who  always  made  me  doubt  .  ’ ‘  she's  everything  i'm  insecure  about  .  ’ ‘  how  could  i  ever  love  someone  else  ??  ’ ‘  i  know  we  weren't  perfect  but  i've  never  felt  this  way  for  no  one  .  ’ ‘  i  just  can't  imagine  how  you  could  be  so  okay  now  that  i'm  gone  .  ’ ‘  guess  you  didn't  mean  what  you  wrote  in  that  song  about  me  .  ’ ‘  you  said  forever  ,  now  i  drive  alone  past  your  street  .  ’ ‘   all  my  friends  are  tired  of  hearing  how  much  i  miss  you  .  ’ ‘  they'll  never  know  you  the  way  that  i  do  .  ’ ‘  today  ,  i  drove  through  the  suburbs  and  pictured  i  was  driving  home  to  you  .  ’ ‘  i  still  fuckin'  love  you  ,  babe  .  ’ ‘  i  still  hear  your  voice  in  the  traffic  .  ’ ‘  i  know  we're  through  but  i  still  fuckin'  love  you  .  ’

004.  1  STEP  FORWARD  ,  3  STEPS  BACK  . ‘  all  i  did  was  speak  normally  .  somehow  ,  i  still  struck  a  nerve  .  ’ ‘  you  got  me  fucked  up  in  the  head  ,  boy  .  ’ ‘  never  doubted  myself  so  much  .  ’ ‘  am  i  pretty  ??  am  i  fun  ??  ’ ‘  i  hate  that  i  give  you  power  over  that  kinda  stuff  .  ’ ‘  it's  always  one  step  forward  and  three  steps  back  .  ’ ‘  i'm  the  love  of  your  life  until  i  make  you  mad  .  ’ ‘  do  you  love  me  ,  want  me  ,  hate  me  ??  ’ ‘  i  don't  understand  .  ’ ‘  maybe  in  some  masochistic  way  i  kind  of  find  it  all  exciting  .  ’ ‘  which  lover  will  i  get  today  ??  ’ ‘  will  you  walk  me  to  the  door  or  send  me  home  crying  ??  ’ ‘  did  i  say  something  wrong  ??  ’ ‘  it's  back  and  forth  ,  going  over  everything  i  said  .  ’ ‘  did  i  do  something  wrong  ??  ’ ‘  maybe  this  is  all  your  fault  instead  .  ’ ‘  i'd  leave  you  ,  but  the  rollercoaster's  all  i've  ever  had  .  ’

005.  DEJA  VU  . ‘  so  when  you  gonna  tell  her  that  we  did  that  too  ??  ’ ‘  that  was  our  place  ,  i  found  it  first  .  ’ ‘  i  made  the  jokes  you  tell  to  her  when  she's  with  you  .  ’ ‘  do  you  get  déjà  vu  when  she’s  with  you  ??  ’ ‘  do  you  get  déjà  vu  ??  ’ ‘  do  you  call  her  ,  almost  say  my  name  ??  ’ ‘  let's  be  honest  ,  we  kinda  do  sound  the  same  .  ’ ‘  i  hate  to  think  that  i  was  just  your  type  .  ’ ‘  now  i  bet  you  even  tell  her  how  you  love  her  .  ’ ‘  don't  act  like  we  didn't  do  that  shit  too  .  ’ ‘  you're  tradin'  jackets  like  we  used  to  do  .  ’ ‘  a  different  girl  now  ,  but  there's  nothing  new  .  ’ ‘  i  know  you  get  déjà  vu  .  ’

006.  GOOD  4  U  . ‘  good  for  you  ,  i  guess  you  moved  on  really  easily  .  ’ ‘  you  found  a  new  girl  and  it  only  took  a  couple  weeks  .  ’ ‘  remember  when  you  said  that  you  wanted  to  give  me  the  world  ??  ’ ‘  good  for  you  ,  i  guess  that  you've  been  workin'  on  yourself  .  ’ ‘  i  guess  that  therapist  i  found  for  you  ,  she  really  helped  .  ’ ‘  now  you  can  be  a  better  man  for  your  brand  new  girl  .  ’ ‘  well  ,  good  for  you  you  look  happy  and  healthy  ,  not  me  ,  if  you  ever  cared  to  ask  .  ’ ‘  good  for  you  you're  doin'  great  out  there  without  me  ,  baby  ,  god  ,  i  wish  that  i  could  do  that  .  ’ ‘  i've  lost  my  mind  ,  i've  spent  the  night  cryin'  on  the  floor  of  my  bathroom  .  ’ ‘  you're  so  unaffected  ,  i  really  don't  get  it  but  i  guess  good  for  you  .  ’ ‘  well  ,  good  for  you  ,  i  guess  you're  gettin'  everything  you  want  .  ’ ‘  it's  like  we  never  even  happened  baby  ,  what  the  fuck  is  up  with  that  ??  ’ ‘  good  for  you  ,  it's  like  you  never  even  met  me  .  ’ ‘  remember  when  you  swore  to  god  i  was  the  only  person  who  ever  got  you  ??  well  ,  screw  that  ,  and  screw  you  .  ’ ‘  you  will  never  have  to  hurt  the  way  you  know  that  i  do  !!  ’ ‘  maybe  i'm  too  emotional  but  your  apathy's  like  a  wound  in  salt  .  ’ ‘  maybe  i'm  too  emotional  or  maybe  you  never  cared  at  all  .  ’ ‘  maybe  i'm  too  emotional  .  ’ ‘  your  apathy  is  like  a  wound  in  salt  .  ’ ‘  maybe  you  never  cared  at  all  .  ’ ‘  good  for  you  you're  doin'  great  out  there  without  me  ,  baby  ,  like  a  damn  sociopath  .  ’

007.  ENOUGH  FOR  YOU  . ‘  i  wore  makeup  when  we  dated  'cause  i  thought  you'd  like  me  more  .  ’ ‘  tried  so  hard  to  be  everything  that  you  liked  .  ’ ‘  i  knew  how  you  took  your  coffee and  your  favorite  songs  by  heart  .  ’ ‘  i  read  all  of  your  self-help  books  so  you'd  think  that  i  was  smart  .  ’ ‘  i  knew  from  the  start  this  is  exactly  how  you'd  leave  .  ’ ‘  you  found  someonе  more  exciting  the  nеxt  second  ,  you  were  gone  .  ’ ‘  you  left  me  there  cryin'  ,  wonderin'  what  i  did  wrong  .  ’ ‘  and  you  always  say  i'm  never  satisfied  but  i  don't  think  that's  true  .  ’ ‘  all  i  ever  wanted  was  to  be  enough  for  you  .  ’ ‘  and  maybe  i'm  just  not  as  interesting  as  the  girls  you  had  before  .  ’ ‘  but  god  ,  you  couldn't  have  cared  less  about  someone  who  loved  you  more  .  ’ ‘  i'd  say  you  broke  my  heart  but  you  broke  much  more  than  that  .  ’ ‘  i  don't  want  your  sympathy  ,  i  just  want  myself  back  .  ’ ‘  i  just  want  myself  back  .  ’ ‘  don't  you  think  i  loved  you  too  much  to  be  used  and  discarded  ??  ’ ‘  don't  you  think  i  loved  you  too  much  to  think  i  deserve  nothing  ??  ’ ‘  but  don't  tell  me  you're  sorry  .  ’ ‘  feel  sorry  for  yourself  .  ’ ‘  someday  ,  i'll  be  everything  to  somebody  else  .  ’ ‘  you  say  i'm  never  satisfied  but  that's  not  me  ,  it's  you  .  ’ ‘  all  i  ever  wanted  was  to  be  enough  .  ’ ‘  i  don't  think  anything  could  ever  be  enough  for  you  .  ’ ‘  nothing's  enough  for  you  .  ’

008.  HAPPIER  . ‘  you've  moved  on  ,  found  someone  new  .  ’ ‘  i  thought  my  heart  was  detached  from  all  the  sunlight  of  our  past  .  ’ ‘  does  she  mean  you  forgot  about  me  ??  ’ ‘  i  hope  you're  happy  but  not  like  how  you  were  with  me  .  ’ ‘  i'm  selfish  ,  i  know  ,  i  can't  let  you  go  .  ’ ‘  find  someone  great  ,  but  don't  find  no  one  better  .  ’ ‘  i  hope  you're  happy  ,  but  don't  be  happier  .  ’ ‘  do  you  tell  her  she's  the  most  beautiful  girl  you've  ever  seen  ??  ’ ‘  remember  when  i  believed  you  meant  it  when  you  said  it  first  to  me  ??  ’ ‘  and  now  i'm  pickin'  her  apart  like  cuttin'  her  down  will  make  you  miss  my  wretched  heart  .  ’ ‘  she's  beautiful  ,  she  looks  kind  ...  she  probably  gives  you  butterflies  .  ’ ‘  i  wish  you  all  the  best  ,  really  .  ’ ‘  say  you  love  her  ,  just  not  like  you  loved  me  .  ’ ‘  think  of  me  fondly  when  your  hands  are  on  her  .  ’

009.  JEALOUSY  ,  JEALOUSY  . ‘  i  kinda  wanna  throw  my  phone  across  the  room  .  ’ ‘  i  know  their  beauty's  not  my  lack  .  ’ ‘  i  can't  let  it  go  .  ’ ‘  comparison  is  killin'  me  slowly  .  ’ ‘  i  think  i  think  too  much  'bout  kids  who  don't  know  me  .  ’ ‘  i'm  so  sick  of  myself  .  ’ ‘  i'd  rather  be  anyone  else  .  ’ ‘  my  jealousy  started  followin'  me  .  ’ ‘  i'm  happy  for  them  ,  but  then  again  ,  i'm  not  .  ’ ‘  oh  god  ,  i  sound  crazy  .  ’ ‘  their  win  is  not  my  loss  .  ’ ‘  i  can't  help  gettin'  caught  up  in  it  all  .  ’ ‘  all  your  friends  are  so  cool  ,  you  go  out  every  night  .  ’ ‘  you're  livin'  the  life  .  ’ ‘  i  wanna  be  you  so  bad  and  i  don't  even  know  you  .  ’ ‘  all  i  see  is  what  i  should  be:  happier  .  prettier  .  ’ ‘  all  i  see  is  what  i  should  be  .  ’ ‘  i'm  losin'  it  ,  all  i  get's  jealousy  .  ’

010.  FAVORITE  CRIME  . ‘  know  that  i  loved  you  so  bad  i  let  you  treat  me  like  that  .  ’ ‘  i  was  your  willing  accomplice  .  ’ ‘  i  watched  as  you  fled  the  scene  .  ’ ‘  one  heart  broke  ,  four  hands  bloody  .  ’ ‘  the  things  i  did  just  so  i  could  call  you  mine  .  ’ ‘  the  things  you  did  …  well  ,  i  hope  i  was  your  favorite  crime  .  ’ ‘  you  used  me  as  an  alibi  .  ’ ‘  i  defended  you  to  all  my  friends  .  ’ ‘  now  every  time  a  siren  sounds  i  wondеr  if  you're  around  .  ’ ‘  'cause  you  know  that  i'd  do  it  all  again  .  ’ ‘  i  hope  i  was  your  favorite  crime  .  ’ ‘  it's  bittersweet  to  think  about  the  damage  that  we'd  do  .  ’ ‘  i  was  goin'  down  ,  but  i  was  doin'  it  with  you  .  ’ ‘  i  say  that  i  hate  you  with  a  smile  on  my  face  .  ’ ‘  look  what  we  became  .  ’ ‘  i  hope  i  was  your  favorite  crime  ,  'cause  baby  ,  you  were  mine  .  ’

011.  HOPE  UR  OK  . ‘  his  parents  cared  more  about  the  bible  than  being  good  to  their  own  child  .  ’ ‘  he  wore  long  sleeves  'cause  of  his  dad  .  ’ ‘  somehow  ,  we  fell  out  of  touch  .  ’ ‘  don't  know  if  i'll  see  you  again  someday  but  if  you're  out  there  ,  i  hope  that  you're  okay  .  ’ ‘  she  raised  her  brothers  on  hеr  own  .  ’ ‘  she  couldn't  wait  to  go  to  college  .  ’ ‘  she  was  brought  into  a  world  where  family  was  merely  blood  .  ’ ‘  we  don't  talk  much  ,  but  i  just  gotta  say  i  miss  you  and  i  hope  that  you're  okay  .  ’ ‘  nothing's  forever  ,  nothing  is  as  good  as  it  seems  .  ’ ‘  well  ,  i  hope  you  know  how  proud  i  am  you  were  created  .  ’ ‘  but  ,  god  ,  i  hope  that  you're  happier  today  .  ’ ‘  'cause  i  love  you  and  i  hope  that  you're  okay  .  ’

[libra-kirishima]

Can u do nejire and her flower gf meeting her parents for the first time and she’s extremely nervous. Love ur work btw and stay safe x

I wasn't sure whose parents you were referring to, so I assumed it was Nejire's. I also included Mirio and Tamaki just because I felt like they deserved family hcs too. (They just don't have the flower quirk gf because in my heart she belongs to Nejire.)

I saw someone write headcanons that Tamaki lived with his grandparents and I loved them so much that I wrote something agreeing with that but now I can't find the original author. I'm going to keep searching but if you know them please tell me and I'll tag them.

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💙 𝙉𝙚𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙪 💙

Your fingers drummed on the steering wheel nervously. The radio in your car's volume was lowered completely to cool your nerves but the silence hardly made you feel better. Nejire noticed your eyes flicker to her when you thought she wasn't looking and immediately tore them away when she caught you staring.

"Okay, I'll bite." She giggled. "What's wrong?"

"What if they don't like me?" You answered sincerely.

"Why wouldn't they?"

"Well, for starters-"

"No, actually, don't answer that!" She interrupted you. "There will be no negative self talk coming from you today!" Her hand pulled one of yours off the gear shift to hold in her own. "They're gonna love you. You know how I know they're gonna love you?"

"How do you know they're gonna love me?" You rolled your eyes. Her free hand poked your cheek with her index finger, hoping to wipe the frown off your face.

"Because they already do!" She answered. You quirked an eyebrow at her statement. "They love you!" She restated. "They always ask about you, they were super excited to watch you in the sports festival even after I lost, they were constantly bugging me about when I was going to bring you home to meet them..."

"Since when?" You laughed. She seriously pondered your question, tapping her cheek with her index finger as she thought.

"Well they first asked if they could meet you that night that I came out as a lesbian to them." She recalled. "But I asked them to wait until you were comfortable to do that." You felt warmth rush to your cheeks as she explained further. You had gotten it a while back, but let her continue anyways just to hear her sweet voice. Before you knew it you were nearly to the driveway of her parents house. "-Oh and my sister said that she really wished she could be there but she couldn't find anyone to cover for her at the hospital so she wants to see if we can go to lunch with her some time next week- oh we're here!"

"We're here." You laughed anxiously. You step halfway up the path to the front door before you start to panic again. "Oh God, should I have brought flowers? I should have brought flowers! Nejire, stand in front of me."

"Okay, why? Oh-" You pulled her closer to you before opening your jacket slightly and pulling your shirt down. "I hate watching you do this." She sighed as she watched flowers blossom between your breasts for you to pluck.

"It's either my chest or my hair, and I spent way too long making my hair look nice to ruin it over some roses." You argued while you assembled a small bouquet. "You wouldn't have ribbon on you, would you baby?"

"Actually, I do!" She answered excitedly, pulling a spool from her jacket. The same kind she used to tie her hair in the ponytail she was wearing. You cut a strand of the ribbon to wrap around the stems. Before you could state that you were ready to go, she put her hand in front of your chest to stop you. "Wait!!!" She gasped excitedly. Before you asked what she was talking about, she took the last of her ribbon and went around to tie it in your own hair. "Now we match!" You smiled at her softly, overwhelmed with how much you loved her. Her smile was brighter than the sun, and you couldn't help but feel content with the idea of staying there forever. She waved a hand in front of your face. "Helloooo, Earth to (Y/N), come in (Y/N)." You were snapped out of your trance by the sound of her voice calling your name. "We can go in now."

"Right! Sorry." You shook your head, bringing your attention back to meeting her parents. "Right yeah parents! Let's go!" You felt her gently elbow your side.

"Stop getting nervous!" She scolded.

"Thanks, I'm cured."

"Here, hold my hand." You slipped your fingers into yours without hesitation.

Almost as quickly as Nejire knocked on the door, her mother opened the door and engulfed both of you in a hug. "Mom, this is (Y/N). My girlfriend!"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I got a bit excited there." Her mother giggled. Getting a closer look at her features, she looked like a clone of Nejire. "It's so nice to finally meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too." You answered. "Oh! These are for you." Her mother's heart melted at that gesture and she engulfed you into another tight hug before taking them back to the kitchen. Nejire urges you to follow her in, walking to the kitchen of her childhood home with your hand still in hers. Her father greets you with the same excitement that her mother did, engulfing you in a warm hug to rival her mothers.

"See, it's not just me, we're a family of huggers." Nejire insisted as you sat down to eat dinner with her family.

You had a feeling the rest of the night was going to go well.

💛 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙤 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙖 💛

Meeting Mirio's dad was a complete accident.

Mirio expected his dad to be working late that night, so he planned a movie night for his friends. When Tamaki and Nejire pulled out at the last minute, Mirio shrugged and joked about this being planned and it being just the two of you that night. You were still watching movies but neither of you were seeing a thing.

Mirio's lips attached themselves to your neck with a frenzy while his hands slipped under your shirt to hold your waist tightly in his hands. You could feel his warm hands sliding up higher and higher, lifting your shirt with them. Just as he unhooked your bra and slid the straps off of you, you both heard the sound of the front door opening and closing.

"Mirio, I'm home." His dad called from the living room. Meanwhile, upstairs the two of you were scrambling to put your clothes back on before any suspicion arose.

"Where did you throw my shirt?" You whispered.

"I don't know just wear one of mine."

"Nothing says two friends innocently watching movies together like seeing me wear one of your son's shirts." You argued.

"No time for that, just put a shirt on!" He whispered back.

"Mirio?" His dad called.

"Be right there, dad!" He yelled back, shooting you a pointed glare to put on one of his shirts. You huffed in frustration and dug through his drawers for a shirt you haven't seen him wear before.

"I'm gonna go ahead of you, tell him you're here, but try to make it quick, okayyyyy-" His heart stopped at the sight of you in his clothes, tying a knot in the front of his shirt to make it look more like your own.

"No need, I'm ready, I can come with you."

Suddenly he was the nervous one. He sweat bullets the entire walk down the stairs and into his living room, nervously stealing glances at you when you weren't looking.

"Hey, dad. This is (Y/N)," He rubbed the back of his neck as the two of you became acquainted. "I invited her over to hang out! Sorry I didn't get the chance to tell you, I thought you were still working. Aha..."

"Hi! It's so nice to meet you." You added. Mirio's dad greets you warmly. Quickly the two of you fall into comfortable conversation about U.A. and work and your friendship with his son. "-and so instead of doing a work study in the traditional sense, I'm working with Present Mic as a T.A. during the days and we patrol together at night. You know, mostly sidekick work. I'm excited to start!"

"That's great!" His dad said. "Would you want to stay for dinner, (Y/N)?"

"That would be lovely, thank you." You answered with a wide grin. You excused yourself to use the restroom, and as soon as you were out of the room, Mirio's dad turns to his son.

"Is that the girl?" He whispered. Mirio shot his dad a confused look. "The girl that Amajiki said you were in l-" He cut his dad off before he could say anything further.

"Yes! Yep. That's her!" He laughed nervously, pink flush overtaking his cheeks.

"So tell her."

💜 𝙏𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝘼𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙞𝙠𝙞 💜

You thought you were supposed to be the one nervous to meet his grandparents, not the other way around. You joke as much to Tamaki after you're seated on the train together.

"Ah- no- I'm sorry, I'm just- no, I-" he stuttered, wringing his hands together in his lap. You slide one of your hands between his to lace your fingers together.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay, honey. I was just joking, I'm sorry." You heard him sigh in relief upon feeling your touch. "What are you so nervous about?"

"I don't know." He admitted. "What if you don't like them?"

"Why wouldn't I like them?" Your thumb began to soothingly rub the mound of his thumb. "I was worried that they wouldn't like me." You admitted.

"They do like you. You've met them before."

"I know but never as your girlfriend."

"Then that should mean that they'll like you more." He answered honestly, moving to rest his head on your shoulder. You instinctively rested your own head atop his.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so nervous."

"It's nice to not be the only one this time." He admitted before changing the subject, hoping to calm both his nerves and yours. Sooner than you had thought, your conversation about Fatgum taking in Kirishima died as the shadow of his grandparents' townhouse loomed above you. A woman who could only be Tamaki's grandmother caught your eye from her spot on the small front porch and waved. You beamed back at her, waving as well.

"Maybe we were both nervous for no reason." You told your boyfriend softly before following him inside. She quickly invited you to join her for a cup of tea in her small garden, and you happily followed.

"Thank you for coming over, (Y/N)." Tamaki's grandmother said as she poured you a cup of tea. You almost didn't process the question at first, overwhelmed by the beautiful sights and sounds of the Amajikis garden. As your eyes tracked a butterfly fluttering from flower to flower, you silently wondered if this was where your boyfriend's interest in butterflies came from.

"Thank you for having me." You answered with a small smile. "Your garden is absolutely beautiful."

Tamaki's grandmother pulled him aside to whisper in his ear.

"Keep her."

[moonlightdancer26]

The fact that you spent your time writing down all your analysis about Lily and Ginny for me + berating me really baffled me. It's not even a hate ask at first. A hate ask towards Ginny? Sure, but nowhere in ur blog that said you're a Ginny fan. My opinion about you is that you've gone crazy. No wonder you're harrassed daily. Here's my tips for you: go outside and touch some grass, go to salon and get facial and some massages. Definitely better than going back to circus, right?

Good job of ignoring all my points AGAIN 🥰

And, anon, just so you know, I’ve screenshooted this ask so I can make fun of you! Definitely a great conversation starter, thank you.

The fact that you spent your time writing down all your analysis about Lily and Ginny for me

You… came to me with an opinion I disagreed with, I told you I couldn’t disagree more and proved your points (aka “uwu Lily was sooo cute and charming”) wrong. Is that not what you’re supposed to do when you disagree with someone?

+ berating me

Cry harder.

really baffled me.

…why?💀💀 You know I’m obviously gonna disagree with you, why’re even surprised—or better yet—why did you even send me the ask in the first place? How about you actually fucking answer my questions instead of cherry-picking?

It's not even a hate ask at first.

1. Also you the next sentence: “a hate ask towards Ginny? Sure”

2. Where did I ever call it a hate ask?

but nowhere in ur blog that said you're a Ginny fan

1. ..and? Pretty much the only HP characters I don’t love are: James, Sirius, Dumbledore, Lily.

2. Pray tell where anywhere on my blog states I was a Ginny anti? I’ve made some anti posts about her, but even then, on said posts I always make sure to clarify that I still love her. So… where did you get this peculiar idea, anon? And even if you had no idea about my opinion on Ginny, you surely must’ve known about my opinion on Lily? You must know my dislike of her? So what makes you think I would ever agree that she’s “more superior” to Ginny?

My opinion about you

Let me just stop you right there.

“My opinion about”—why are you telling me this? Did I ever ask? Do I look like I care? First Ginny now this. Why do you want to tell me about your opinions so bad? Fan behaviour tbh.

No wonder you're harrassed daily.

Anon calls me crazy then proceeds to say right after that I deserved to get harassed and told to kill myself 🤔 Sure, I’m the crazy one. It’s not like you’re the one sending four whole asks to someone you apparently think is a “crazy dumbass.”

Here's my tips for you:

Holy fucking shit you’re giving tips now.

go outside and touch some grass, go to salon and get facial and some massages.

Rich coming from you. You’re the pathetic coward in my inbox? You’re the one who’s still sending me these anonymously. You’re the one who keeps sending asks to someone you claim you don’t think highly of. You’re the one who keeps coming back and sharing more of your unwanted opinion. You claim that I’m a crazy dumbass who deserves to get harassed… ok??? You’re still here sending asks to my inbox, you’re the one who keeps coming back. You literally just keep embarrassing yourself more, anon. Please just stop.

And, by the way, if you’re so keen on me getting a massage, how about you yourself massage me? You seem like a very obsessed fan so I’m sure you would agree 🥰

Definitely better than going back to circus, right?

That was advice for you. Learn to read 🥰

So, anon, listen carefully:

If you send another ask but do not respond to all of my points in this ask, you will automatically get blocked (ok maybe I’ll screenshot it beforehand for a laugh but that’s besides the point). ALL you’re doing is insulting me and ignoring every single point I’m making. I wouldn’t have minded had you actually given me something to argue with, but you aren’t.

Edit: They never responded btw 💀

[strangebrews]

@madam-metaphor​ asked: 69. Ventriloquist

So Eddie was still out of a job. Not an ideal state to be in, by any means, though he’d excused the situation on being busy with other, more pertinent things—diverting an alien invasion, for starters.

But it’d been 2 months since anything urgent had come up and here was Eddie during a Wednesday afternoon, on the couch with a microwave dinner in his lap. TV shows had gotten worse nowadays, he was thinking, no respect for plot anymore, just pure drama. 

His bills were piling up—the stack of envelopes was becoming painfully apparent on the island in the kitchen, giant red notices bleeding onto the paper—but it wasn’t like Eddie hadn’t tried. He had tried—at the grocery store, the pet shop, even the fucking video rental place—yet none of the leads had amounted to any promising offer. He was just unlucky, that was all, he thought and took another bite.

You’re very lucky, Eddie. I decided to live in your body. Venom regarded itself quite highly.

He was flipping through channels now, irritated with his lack of options, Venom’s head perched on his shoulder. A streaming subscription, that’s what he needed. Another bill added to the mound, but it was necessary, because, “I mean look at this shit,” he gestured towards the TV with his remote, mouth full, “You cannot expect me to want to watch this kind of crap.” It’d been some ventriloquist—third fucking episode in a row—and Eddie jammed his finger into the skip in frustration. 

Wait.

Venom pressed a tendril to the back button and slithered closer to the screen, head cocked in interest.

How did he get that little human onto his arm?

Eddie gave Vee a crooked smile. He would admit, providing Venom explanations of silly human behaviors was one of his favorite aspects of this cohabitation. “It’s not a tiny human. It’s a puppet—not alive. You stick your arm up the hole in its ass and make it do things.” He laughed, amused at his own explanation. 

Venom’s eyes glimmered. Don’t we do the same thing?

 The laughing stopped. “No, no we do not do the same thing—it’s different. It’s very fucking different. You’re supposed to make jokes, create a show, have people watch you.”

The glimmer intensified. Let’s do that.

“Do what? Become a career ventriloquist?” a slow nod was Eddie’s only answer.  

Venom’s proposal was unsurpring, actually. It had grown increasingly frustrated recently—angry that Eddie could walk the streets now without anyone suspecting anything out of the ordinary, providing no indication they knew Venom was living inside. But the issue was that Venom wanted to be seen—wanted everyone to know that Eddie was taken, that this was Venom’s Eddie. It didn’t want anyone looking at him. Considering him.

Venom had thrown a fit once or twice in public already, accidentally shoved someone out through the glass doors of a bus because they’d brushed up against Eddie a little too often. And that had been an accident—the person was fine aside from a few scratches on the nose—but Venom had been sternly warned that day to never try anything like it again. 

“I’ll rip you out of me, Vee. I promise I will.” Obviously it was an exaggeration, but the image it produced was painful enough for Venom to agree.

So this was its roundabout way of being present in public. They could star in a show together—much like the one on TV—and Venom would have an excuse to stay on the outside, make itself known. It was a perfect idea.

I would make a great puppet, Eddie.

Eddie just laughed and brushed the crumbs off the front of his shirt. He used to be an esteemed journalist. He was not going to become a fucking ventriloquist for the afternoon broadcast. It was stupid. It was ridiculous. It was not an option. It was—

+

They were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Venom’s head bobbing out from Eddie’s right hand, while another piece wrapped around his arm before cutting off entirely before the elbow. 

A puppet. A gooey, terrifying, alien puppet.

Venom had succeeded in getting Eddie to try the idea out—there was no harm in just trying, it’d argued. And yes, fucking had been a factor in the convincing process, but there was no need to focus on silly details.

They’d been glued to the same spot for nearly an hour now, Eddie trying to mold Venom’s mass into something a bit less menacing. He’d tried giving it pointed ears, a nose, some makeshift hair strands that were supposed to cover a part of Venom’s eyes, but they resembled creepy noodles, if anything else. The attempts were useless, so with a sigh Eddie gave in and moved onto the next issue. “We’ll just be really funny, to distract from the unconventional look.” Unconventional was his way of describing it, because there was no reason to hurt Vee’s feelings. 

Mouth movements proved to be a problem too. “You have to move it based on the shape of the words I’m saying. What you’re doing is not convincing at all.” Venom was just opening and closing its maw haphazardly, disregarding any authenticity. 

I’m meant to be a puppet. They lack the same facial mechanics. 

“Yeah, but—” Eddie cut himself off, because there was a point to be made here, he just wasn’t sure what it was. He set that aside for later. 

The tongue—the tongue had to go.

“It’s just a bit unsettling, is all, when you flick it all the way out like that, you know? Some might find it suggestive, others might think it's insulting.” So Venom curled it back into its maw, with some difficulty, but it’d managed.

Then they encountered an issue with the flow of the conversation. Eddie should have expected Venom to hit a few bumps in the road when it came to witty comebacks, but it really killed the vibe when it kept answering with things like Eddie, do you really think I look like a nasty talking tar ball?

Eddie even tried feeding Venom dialogue through his thoughts, but on the fourth failed attempt he decided they were done. “We tried, we basically failed. I’ve got more important things to do.”

Staring into your empty fridge so you can ignore your real problems isn’t very important. Eddie did not entertain Venom with a response.

+

Yes, he should have been looking for a job still, but Eddie chose to write a script instead. 

They had stopped after that fourth try, but returned to the mirror an hour later. Eddie was going to get it right—he was going to squeeze at least one original, funny thing out of Venom. 

On the seventh try he decided the only way out of this was writing a script.

Recording the video, with his phone resting on the dresser and the script hiding beside it, was also, just a one-off thing. A quick hyperfixation, nothing more.

He worked on their conversation for 2 days, smoothed out all the kinks in their performance during the 10 rounds of practice recordings. Venom could now shape its mouth around the words, kept its tongue inside, and even spoke at a higher pitch to make it more convincing. The pair was ready.

+

Uploading the video to Youtube had also been Eddie’s idea. He had not given up on the project, and neither had he given up on being in denial towards the fact that he was absorbed by said project.

“It’s just—I refuse to have wasted 5 fucking hours on this and keep it private, you know?” It was a weak argument, and he suspected Venom would have raised its eyebrows in doubt if it had any, but it stayed silent. 

He’d done some minimal editing. Nothing too fancy—just an intro and an outro, simple things he’d learned during his journalism days. “It’s not gonna get any views.” he was talking to himself at this point, mouse hovering over the Publish.

“It wasn’t even that funny.” The video had successfully appeared on the recent uploads page—Eddie had checked to make sure, but he didn’t necessarily care. 

“I’ll probably delete it in a day or two, anyway, mind you.” Venom continued to hide away.

+

Venom was only ever quiet for two reasons: it was tired, or it had won a battle with Eddie and had nothing more to say. This case slotted under the latter category.

Because Eddie had not deleted the video after a day or two—it was still floating around on the Internet and Eddie’s finger was beginning to cramp up from refreshing. And refreshing. And refreshing.

The result wasn’t anything major. It was only 100,000 hits in 5 days and the title was pure bait—kinda hard to pass up a video called “Famous Ex-Journalist Stuffs Hand Up Puppet’s Bumhole, Calls It Coping” (That’s a misleading title, Venom had noted. “I know, just trust me.”)

“It’s not even that funny of a video.” Eddie said again on the 6th day, but there was a smile tugging at his lips—nearing 200,000 now. 

Cooksucker3000 said your puppet is fucking dope, Eddie. Venom hummed along Eddie’s arms in satisfaction. The comments were its favorite part, for quite obvious reasons, and Eddie was too preoccupied with his own shower of compliments to correct Venom’s reading mistakes.

this is so hilarious!! 

i love the idea! 

good to see ur doing well - i remember u from tv! 

u r really fucking hot xx

Delete that. It has nothing to do with the contents of the video. So not all of the comments were Venom’s favorite.

+

When they hit 300,000 Eddie said, “Fine—I’ll write one more script. But after that, we’re done.” Venom did not put up a fight this time either.

Because fine, Eddie could say whatever he wanted, but they shared a fucking body at the end of the day—as if Venom wouldn’t have noticed him finishing up the 4th script of a series last night.

[parkhxh]

BIO || PROFILE || PLOTS/CONNECTIONS

in raymond fashion, bonjour! hi cuties!!! i’m rina and so excited to be here!!! i’m gonna get straight to the point and say that the bio i typed up isn’t v helpful for anything except explaining why hailey came to the islands, so there will be a little recap under the cut as well as a few more small details about this little bab. give this a like if you’d like to plot and i’ll come sliding into ur dms! ps admin april ur wonderful with fc suggestions

ok so for starters, this is hyemi!! she won’t explicitly tell you to call her hailey bc she’s just annoying like that but she will refer to herself as such as a “yes i do have an english name bc i speak english subtle flex nbd”

but she’ll introduce herself with both names and you have the option to pick (but if you do wanna get some brownie points with her i’m just gonna say that she LIGHTS UP when called by her english name)

call her by her full name ( park hyemi ) tho and she’ll know that you mean serious business 

OK onto her bg she was raised in seoul, her dad being a big ceo of an entertainment company and her mom being a super popular actress 

her parents valued staying in the good graces of the public eye over genuine familial relationships so she’s been living her life trying to fit into the mold of a perfect, polite, wonderful daughter

she has an older brother ( WANTED CONNECTION !!! ) who was expected to take on all the duties of the eldest child/only son, but was always overshadowed by hyemi (who was much better at picking up the skills and work necessary) instead

long story short, he up and left one day without a word to anyone in the family and their parents were both kinda shrug and instead of being concerned about it, turned all their effort and attention towards shifting the filial duties onto their perfect daughter hyemi

she was pretty distraught over this and couldn’t understand how no one seemed phased by any of it, which messed up her work ethic and she couldn’t really focus on doing anything

although she and her brother weren’t all that close (she always felt that he hated her bc they were essentially kind of being pitted against each other by their parents’ expectations of them both) she blamed herself for his leave

unsure of how to navigate her feelings she went into his room hoping for some kind of comfort/closure but it was so messy she kind of ended up cleaning some things and found a nook inc. brochure which seemed to scream IT’S A SIGN to her

so while she normally is one to only believe in concrete plans and solid evidence, she really wanted to believe that she might find her brother here, make up with him, and also get some time away from the stress of their family lol

i know that was supposed to be a summary but honestly i think it’s longer than her bio ANYWAYS some personality blabbing &&. headcanons and then i’ll stop talking i’m sorry????

she’s honestly so judgemental and high maintenance but will never speak those thoughts out loud bc of how she was raised

very very flirty but she thinks that she’s just being nice and showering people with compliments bc who doesn’t love those

generally a nice person, but bc she’s so heavy on the compliments a lot of people think that her personality is fake/artificial 

she is a frequent shopper at graciegrace

while she doesn’t seem the type, she actually enjoys nature a lot and is pretty willing to go hiking (as long as you’re familiar with the trail and won’t get her lost)

with that said, she loves flowers and enjoys long walks on the beach

her parents don’t know, but she’s always been interested in baking (she loves how precise measurements need to be and has a bit of a sweet tooth/loves cute treats)

bc of this she strolls past fleur de la mer bakery at least twice a day, taking in the sights and scents of their treats 

her favorite topic to shift to when she doesn’t know what else to talk about is herself

ok!!! i think i’m finished!! if you read up this far thank you and i’m so sorry for my rambling!! i look forward to writing with you all <3

[husbandits]

arthur with a f reader that has never “presented” until they meet and then they present (AOB universe if ur into that heh)

oh this is a good trope! I’m gonna assume we’re a late bloomer here, since I hc that most people present around age 17-22. i’m also gonna mention in advance that it gets a little close to ‘dub-con’ territory at the end; nothing unconsensual or anything happens, it’s more of a ‘pheromones making ppl horny’ thing

you also didn’t specify what presentation you wanted the reader to have, so i went with alpha

female!reader

Everyone had always taken you for a gamma, as you came of presentation age, with no sign of your second puberty. You’d assumed the same- even if you lacked the characteristic scent-blindness of a true gamma. Luck, you figured, or else scent-blindness itself was a myth.

In any case, they were all wrong.

You’d been with the Van Der Linde gang for little more than a month when it starts, a little warmth in your cheeks, a shorter temper than usual. Easy to ignore.

The prevalence of all the agressive alphas around you (Dutch, Susan, John, and Micah, for starters), as well as the way a few of the omegas (Sean and Arthur) mark their own space and overcompensate, has your head spinning from time to time, and you count it as you adjusting at first at least.

Content to hanging back when pheromones rise with your 'fellow’ gamma, Uncle.

That is, until you start presenting.

It’s close enough to a cold, fever, spinning head, the occasional moment of dizzyness, that you can ignore it for a while, push through it and assume you’ll be alright in a bit- though the way your libido’s been rising hasn’t exactly been reassuring. Ignore the heads turning your way for seemingly no reason. The haze around you, Dutch’s overbearing attitude chief among them, leave you antsy, and you desperately need some air.

So you head out, ostensibly to catch some game.

You’d meant to take Charles with you- a calm presence unlikely to ask questions you can’t answer, but instead Arthur calls out to you, trotting along on his big shire. He grumbles something about stretching his legs, and Charles having business in town, and you relent, letting him come with.

The two of you had been decently close when you’d first joined the gang, but lately you’d found yourself keeping your distance. There’s something enticing about him, drawing you to him at all hours, even as you grow grumpier and more frustrated with seemingly everyone else. It had felt like you where pushing, and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“Feelin’ alright?” Arthur interrupts your introspection, “noticed you lookin’ a little flushed lately, ’d hate to see you getting sick…”

You nod, absently. Your head is still swimming with too many pheromones, even as you gallop further and further from camp, “I, ah, thought the air would do me some good.”

He grunts. Seems to disagree with something, but doesn’t say it. “Got the right idea, anyway. With the way Dutch’s been at the bit, I’d wager he’s on the brink of a real nasty rut.” A huff, and the two of you slow down, far enough from camp that you can’t detect the alpha’s overpowering syrupy scent of cherries and liquor. “Best to get out from under his feet for a week or so, let everything roll over…”

The two of you reach a stream in the woods, and he gestures for you to stop. This’ll be a decent place to leave the horses, while you head out to find some game. You follow suit, sliding from your warmblood with less grace than usual, and letting her step into in the stream, drinking from the water with a huff.

“Is he usually this unbearable?” You can’t help but ask. You haven’t seen Dutch in rut yet, and you can’t help but shiver at the image of Dutch, overcome with burning heat and driven half-mad by his need to claim everything around him as his own.

A shrug. Arthur unloads the rifle from his mare and inspects it, as the two of you chat. “Depends. Used to be damn wild when I was young, but lately he’s mellowed a little.” He takes a quick bite of a cut of meat he’s apparently got tucked away in his satchel, offering his stallion a carrot. “Man’s got something stuck in his craw lately though, I swear.” The untouched half of the steak is held out to you in offering. “Micah must be throwin’ him off or something.”

You nod, absently. Don’t take the food, your stomach twisting in knots. The scent of oranges, of Arthur, hangs heavy in the air, and you find yourself turning away from him, trying to get some air.

“Y'alright?” He frowns. “I- hang on, I smell something…”

He turns, seemingly on edge. Curiously you catch no scent of this interloper, and reach for the knife at your hip absently.

“Hello!?” Arthur calls. Turns around, trying to catch some sign of whoever he smells. “Who’s out there!”

He turns back toward you, nose wrinkling, one hand on his gun. “Swear I smell somethin’ hanging’ around…” He takes a step closer, and his eyes widen at some realization, “here…”

His glance meet yours, and then there’s a moment of hesitation. Arthur moves closer, taking another deep sniff. He frowns, soft lips pursing at some puzzle.

“Is that you? I thought- Well, I mean, I’d heard you were a, uh,” A light blush spreads up his face, lighting his ears pink. Arthur’s eyes don’t meet yours, and you only blink in confusion. Is what you? Gammas don’t have a scent, and he’s clearly smelling some sort of person.

Instead of answering, you adjust your footing as you fight a swell of dizzyness, the buzzing in your head swelling to a fever pitch. “I… I have to sit…”

A nod from Arthur, seemingly distracted from his concern from just a few seconds ago, and he helps you over to a nearby boulder. His mouth hangs open just the slightest bit, tongue playing at his lips, and the arm he rests on your shoulder is at once grounding and as hot as a brand.

“Miss, I, I really hate to be too forward,” he manages, bringing one hand to the back of his neck, “But, ah, you s-sure you’re a gamma?” His thigh is close against the sharp tip of your knee. “Cause right now you’re smellin’ awfully strong…”

You manage a huff at that. Resist the urge to press your knee against him more. “I-I don’t have a scent, I never have. If you’re-”

You’re cut off when he moves to your side, closer and yet no longer touching, vanilla oranges making your head spin. The scent is overpowering, seemingly flowing straight from his flushed skin to your dizzy head, and you’re overcome with an urge to touch him. Hold him. Claim him.

Undeniably, something is wrong. Arthur moves to take a seat on a nearby log, and you follow, torn between confusion and need. Arousal burning in your veins, making your focus hazy, your will weak.

“Must be you driving Dutch up a wall…” Arthur’s voice grows to a low growl, and you groan right back, pushing against his side. “All this heavy alpha scent, strong and…” He gives a groan as you wind one hand up his, taking insistent hold of the short hair on the back of his head, “overpowerin’…”

Later you’d say it’s fate, that has you mouthing up his jaw, that Arthur is there to guide you through things when you at last present. For now though, you’re preoccupied with the aching want in your veins, the hot need to show your desire and make him yours.

[mercemerry]

     ( maya hawke, trans female, she/her, fire emblem: three houses ) * &. i know it must be scary for you, leonie pinelli, after surviving the takeover. to turn into someone like leighanne “leigh” phillips, a twenty-five year-old pool lifeguard at the delmare & student at castle town university, right here in castle town. just remember that you are as honest as you are competitive, and to be wary, be safe, be true to who you are : neutral through and through. ( hywia )

      hey howdy hey what’s UP my DEERS ( please don’t murk me ) i’m back with . . . hopefully my last character for a while ?? i don’t really have any plans for anyone else as of Yet - leonie is a character i,,, absolutely adore but never thought i’d pick up in the beginning but holy HELL i love her and i’m so excited to write her and i’m here to defend her from all slander. click for more abt her under the cut !!

BEFORE THE SNAP  /  L E O N I E  P I N E L L I .

soooOOOOO. okay. in FE3H , Leonie is a student of the Golden Deer house/class and like a few of the other students , she’s a commoner instead of a noble. and right off the bat you find out one thing - that she’s an apprentice of Byleth’s father , Jeralt , and he’s her hero and she idolizes him.

this !! was from an instance where Jeralt stopped by her little hunting village and rescued the people of her village from poachers ; he basically taught Leonie a few things she knows , and she referred to herself as his apprentice since. 

it was because of him that Leonie knew what she wanted to do - she wanted to be mercenary , especially one that could succeed the man she idolized.

so flash forward to years later at Garreg Mach’s Officers Academy - Leonie got in through her entire village basically paying for her to go , and for that she baaaasically accumulated a lot of debt from it. she’s really frugal with her money because of this. but turns out !! jeralt’s there , and he brings his kid , byleth , with him , and leonie sort of forms a one-sided rivalry with them since they’re pretty much the next-gen and Leonie wants to prove she’s on-par with them , if not better , because they’re pretty much Jeralt 2.0 in terms of fighting premise and that was Leonie’s goal.

eventually , though , this rivalry turns into Leonie being attached to Byleth through mutual grieving once ( spoiler alert ) Jeralt bites the dust , as well as Leonie making a promise to Jeralt that she’d watch over Byleth if anything happened to him - essentially , filling Jeralt’s role , but not in the exact way she expected.

a few cool things !! leonie is really skilled in hunting & fighting - she makes a very good cavalry unit with skills in lance & archery - i’m setting her up to be my bow knight on my current playthrough - and holy hell she has a LOT she can boast about. she’s just a really good unit and could probably level a battlefield by herself with minimal grinding in-game.

her personality is very honest & truthful , but blunt in a sense that more often than not , even if the situation doesn’t call for it , she WILL speak her mind and give brutal honesty if she believes in it. sometimes , she’ll immediately say what she’s thinking , even if it’s here jumping to conclusions or snapping impulsively. i... honestly really adore that about her , since it’s not very similar to me , but i kinda wish i had her bravery in that sense.

but hOLY HELL is she determined & hardworking and she’s actually a pretty cool person - she’s what i call a chaotic lawful because she’s,,,, a subtle kind of chaotic that still has her own code. she’s also REALLY GOOD at managing her time & money and kind of sees every single opportunity she has to train and work hard and yeah leonie is no fucking slouch and we gotta stan that.

she’s one of the gd members who regularly says ‘fuck’ but also ‘watch your fucking language’ if, like, lysithea or sb swears. the one who probably contributes to as many chaotic fuckshit shenanigans as she tries to fix.

anyways i’m gay and i am sOOOOO excited to write her !! i’m not exactly dECIDED yet in what path i want to pull her from out of either verdant wind or crimson flower , since i love leonie staying with the deer and can’t really see her wanting to ally with the people who killed her mentor ( twsitd , who worked with the empire briefly ) but also a timeline where she follows byleth and fulfills her promise to jeralt - who was also extremely suspicious of the church. it’s INTERESTING and i haven’t figured it out yet.

also she’s a chaotic bi bc i’m a chaotic bi that loves to project.

also okay i just also wanna say pls no. ‘leonie wanted to [REDACTED] ur dad’ jokes they kinda,,, sorta,,, make me rly uncomfortable esp since leonie sees jeralt as pm her mentor and Nothing More so if u could just refrain from tht i would b !! grateful.

AFTER THE SNAP  /  L E I G H  P H I L L I P S .

okay soooOOOOOOO. trigger warnings here for parental death & murder. 

so she survived the takeover , and remembers all of the events of her past life , but . . . leigh phillips did not have a good time here in castle town.

she grew up firstly with a family who wasn’t doing so well - they were happy , certainly , but they lived in a bad part of delaware & it wasn’t the best scenario because there were a lot of times leigh went without basic needs. but they made it , it was okay.

thought things really changed when leigh was a teenager , just shy of sixteen years old when her parents were murdered during a home invasion & she was the only survivor.

still a minor - scared & alone - she was taken in by a family friend and her husband who were perhaps waaaay more well-off than she was. this essentially was a tragic rags-to-riches story , where a girl who had nothing lost everything she had , but was taken in by a loving home that gave her everything she ever wanted.

and in castle town , that sorta-kinda was her reputation. she was coddled & cared for by her foster parents and didn’t really have to do anything to support herself - she got a job at the local rich people hotel as a lifeguard , but she didn’t need it. she had a full ride in college paid for by her foster family & anything she asked for. 

THEN SHE WAKES UP.

wakes up as in , she wakes up with this new past & life in castle town and the thing is . . . leonie ?? isn’t a fan of living the rich kid life. isn’t a fan of not having to work. isn’t a fan of allowing herself to be coddled & protected & sheltered and basically have everything served to her on a silver platter.

she finds out how this happened and while she doesn’t condemn the people who took her in - because they are good people - she starts defying it in any other way. she starts working odd jobs at other places and saving any penny she gets. and this is weird , because everyone else in castle town knows her as this spoiled rich girl who would get all of the best things she wanted and now ?? she wants to live on her own ?? support herself ?? she’s shopping at walmart and the thrift store ??

hell yeah.

leigh’s whole mission is to pretty much break away from that reputation that was created for her in this fake life ; and that , in turn , basically has her trying to morph back into one more like home. she currently is living by herself , but is still employed at the delmare since , yeah , it’s a job , and any job will do. but she doesn’t really want to rely on her foster parents anymore for support , since they did a lot for her but she doesn’t like the idea of overstaying her welcome.

so it’s sorta-kinda a case of leigh is acting . . . VERY DIFFERENT from how she would prior to her realizing she’s actually leonie pinelli from fodlan and not someone else. so it’s gonna be a reALLY interesting dynamic to play and i’m so so SO excited for it.

anyways !! i’m gonna be heading to bed , but tomorrow i’ll be back for plotting & stuff  and will do some replies/starters and maybe even some wcs to get the ball rolling for my girl !! love y’all xoxo

[pilferingapples]

Episode Four Part One: Cosette Wants to Be Part of That World, No Not That One, The One Without Thenardiers In It

OKAY this is not going to be a proper recap or anything , I am just.  This Show.  This is not gonna be a Happy Recap. 

Episode Four starts with Cosette as a teenager in the convent, and ends pretty much right after the Gorbeau raid. So that’s our ...framing set of events, here, because I have no idea what year it is or how much time any of this is supposed to be taking?  ANYWAY HERE WE GO, under the cut for abuse, domestic abuse, child abuse, sexual abuse, weird incest vibes, discussions of lots of things and me probably cursing a lot!  There is a LOT going on in this one!  So much that I’m actually gonna try cutting it into two parts, a Cosette Recap/Reaction post and a Marius Recap/Reaction post! This is part one, Cosette’s side:

 I am not pretending this is a totally thorough recounting or anything , I’ve only gotten to see it once and I spent most of it reeling; but also given the garbage Davies talked about the women in the novel I am cutting NO slack on his ~~interpretations of their characters, he doesn’t get the benefit of a doubt after calling Cosette nauseating 

that said LET’S GO

Cosette has her friends in the convent, and they all talk about growing up and getting out, which, LEGIT , and then they’re sad when they remember she’s been promised to Be A Nun. Cosette runs to see Valjean afterwards and he hugs her so tight she says he’ll crush her and he goes “oooh are you such a fragile thing, I’m just excited to see you” which is like...such a minor line but so telling in context, because he noticeably does NOT say sorry OR let go right away, she’s gotta go “sometimes you don’t know your own strength” which is WORRYING for a guy who’s kinda Superman!  and anyway then she tries to tell Valjean she isn’t sure about being a nun and she wants to check out the rest of the world first and Valjean argues with her and is like 

--seriously he’s all THE WORLD OUTSIDE IS HORRIBLE, YOU’VE SEEN THE WORLD, THOSE INNKEEPERS IN MONTFERMEIL like  he just goes on about how doesn’t she want to be safe and loved and with him forever?? Doesn’t she know everyone else is EQUIVALENT TO HER VIOLENT ABUSERS, jfc 

so much for the Dawn of Love with Cosette or his time with the nuns teaching Valjean to see any good in the world or any humility in his own righteousness I GUESS but oh well who needs that, He Yell, that’s all a manly man does, you don’t UNDERSTAND he was in PRISON, there is no Character Depth left for him! THE WORLD HAS TAKEN IT AWAY. 

anyway Cosette gets him to let her escape and they head out and we see what is MAYBE the last we’ll get of Simplice? Who knows in this, but she’s like “it’s not like it was before you came in, the streets are full of anger” which like...they are but also it’s early 19C Paris, when are the streets NOT Full of Anger:P  ANYWAY they head out and the streets are INSTANTLY full of nothing but Beggars, Crime, and people passed out in the road; which, probably realistic, but also Cosette is just horrified because being sympathetic and kind is for Nauseating Flimsy Characters :) and Valjean of course WANTS her to hate the world so hey Everything’s Going According to Keikaku then there’s the house on Rue Plumet and it’s Nice (also there’s Toussaint! who is now a gorgeous middle aged woman instead of an old woman. It doesn’t matter, at least not yet, we never see her again, hi Toussaint bye Toussaint) but Cosette gets tired of being cooped up in it after...a week? an afternoon? So she and Valjean go walking in the Luxembourg, and Cosette gets to run around like the kid she still really is, and she sees all the nice outfits (YES that dress really is her Ugly Convent Dress, I’m so glad) so it’s time for Cosette to get a MAKEOVER SEQUENCE and I could not be more glad because that dress is Terrible Unfortunately it’s also time for Valjean to call himself Fauchelevent for...no reason, and to call Cosette his NIECE for NO REASON so when she comes out and calls him Papa the shopclerk is like “...?!? Sweet..?” and Valjean gets a ~~sexy~~ peep between the curtains at Cosette in her underwear and I SEE YOU DAVIES, I SEE WHAT THIS IS BECOMING, DO NOT

Valjean and Cosette go for a walk in the Luxembourg and NOW Cosette is...well the BBC wants us to think she’s well dressed so let’s pretend, and Marius follows her and Valjean drops his handkerchief and Cosette runs back to get it and she and Marius are all “hiiiii” and Marius is like about to sniff the handkerchief and she goes “oh it’s my dad’s “ like WAY TO KILL THE GAG BEFORE IT EVEN STARTS, DAVIES  then she takes the handkerchief back to Valjean and he asks why she was talking to That Young Man and then he frigging DRAGS HER out of the Luxembourg and she’s like “we’re going too fast! You’re hurting my wrist!!” and this Valjean does not care! At all! they just BOOK IT  later on her wrist is still hurting and they have a whole fight and she accuses him of keeping her locked up alone like it’s a prison and he’s like UH CHECK UR PRIVILEGE THIS IS NOT A PRISON, also Young Men Only Want One Thing!!! THE WORLD IS DANGEROUS AND YOU’RE NOT FIT FOR IT

only The Crown is Sex 

ALSO in all this mess, Valjean tell Cosette about Fantine! “oh yeah also I fired your mom (for lying like a liar, be sure you know about that, SHE LIED ) and  she went into desperate poverty, and then I couldn’t save her, and she died from the circumstance I directly put her in, and THAT’S HOW COSETTES ARE FOUND” and it’s 

really something

anyway all that and also the definite memory of Montfermeil are going into all these later scenes okay 

so Valjean takes Cosette out the day after their fight (I GUESS??) to ...see the prison wagons coming into town

because this Valjean isn’t traumatized to the point of dissociating by seeing this, he’s doing it as some kind of Moral Lesson/ Conversation Starter with Cosette 

and Cosette, because now she’s been Fixed and she’s a Strong Female Character, is repulsed by poor people and suffering, so she asks not in innocence but in horror “Are they men” and Valjean is like “yes men like me” and Cosette freaks out and gets a whole “if one of them even looked in my face I’d probably die??” speech and asks Valjean if he’s brought her here to punish her and he’s like “noooo of course not” but honestly YA KIND OF DID, DUDE, you got mad at her and brought her here to show her Your Pain and make her carry your emotional water instead of considering that HEY maybe a kid has a right to grow up and that Two Things Can Both Be Bad and she’s his child and it’s not her job to raise him  

Instead he’s trying to tell her about his Tragic Backstory when Eponine comes running up to them with a letter from Thenardier and COSETTE REMEMBERS MONTFERMEIL and is clearly freaked out, but Valjean gives Eponine money and agrees to go see her family

So after trying to make her carry HIS emotional trauma, Valjean takes Cosette to see the people who are directly responsible for HERS, and talks with Thenardier and all and is...acting like he doesn’t know them?? while Cosette is in the background going tharn because THESE ARE THE EXACT PEOPLE WHO VIOLENTLY ABUSED HER FOR YEARS AND SHE REMEMBERS ALL OF IT, so instead of this scene illustrating Cosette’s growth and healing and kindness we get it showing off her trauma and pain and fear, because that’s how you make a character Strong and Optimistic apparently

Fortunately after this Valjean takes her home and comforts her and reassures her and HAHAHAHAH I’m kidding, he’s going back to the Gorbeau place to give them money and says this will get the Thenardiers out of their lives forever but without any indication at all of HOW 

-- digression: this series keeps making changes in character knowledge and timelines without any apparent thought to how this should affect the actual CHARACTERS and it’s probably responsible for at least a third of how incoherent this episode is?? -- end digression 

Anyway now it’s time to Leave Cosette for a while, but don’t worry! She’ll be waiting, alone and terrified, until the controlling adult who’s the closest thing she has to protection returns, dramatically wounded,  from the encounter with adults who tried to pimp her out as a child!:D  Good thing she’s been made so Strong and Optimistic! 

[unproduciblesmackdown]

hablerie replied to your post

“eclipse, meteor, satellite thanks comrade.....happy natl coming out...”

that last one, Felt It... or like when u should have been more vocally Hurt instead of being like :) no ur good.... handshake emoji

love my achievement of being less convenient and feelin fine with being ruder to people. i really do not need the respect of any rando i’m encountering who has no place in my life, for starters. i have the lack of patience and the temper but i Also have the curse of “so for eons you Had to Not Say things you were perfectly justified in saying to terrible people” evolution and also if i’m stressed i’m already less likely to talk anyways so sometimes you Miss The Moment. and the whole “woop accommodate everyone” reflex but i Do have the “inherent belief i Should speak my mcfreaking mcmind” and that’s something gained. love to be meaner than i used to be! im giving myself the trophy

just off the top of my head: some people who really had it coming:

various times in elementary/middle school i sure could’ve been smarter at teachers and occasionally other students

the chemistry prof at the place i went to college

the second manager/owner at my first job

the second general manager at my third job

the assistant who told me i needed to clean rooms faster at the free dental clinic. like, i’m not gonna halfass wiping down these rooms, laura. sorry if my sterilization adds a whole ten minutes onto this endeavor for you

the manager we didn’t even work for at my second job where you went store to store as vendors, who wasn’t even being rude to me b/c i was shadowing this other guy who actually knew what i was doing b/c for some reason this job was like “yeah you can start on our second busied weekend of the year, when we’ll have no time to actually train you” and anyways this one guy was going on a Huge power trip at the very nice guy i was working with that day, and he wasn’t the type to get angry about that, but i was and i quit that job soon enough anyways and should’ve gone off at him b/c i was this fucking close anyways and he deserved it

managers going on power trips not even at me but who i was about to lose it at anyhow

customers

more customers

other customers

one time i was making a delivery and trying to figure out where the crap it was b/c the address was to a cordoned-off mid-renovations building and i was trying to look it up on my phone and some 70-something lady comes up to help and then gets an entire attitude acting like it’s obvious that i was making this delivery to a fucking ship. a goddamn boat with sails docked half a block over. like, oh i’m sorry, you wanna look at this paper and tell me where they mentioned it being an entire nautical ship??? why are you being all goote samaritan if you’re gonna get shitty about it. keep walking your bichon frise or whatever. the rich people in that entire area, i swear to god

coworkers pushing the “i swear to god” limits: the person who i guess considered me amusing enough to talk to but would do things like, too pointedly call me stupid sometimes, which isn’t enough on its own for me to give a shit, but what took the cake for me was the time i had to walk away for the express purpose of Not losing my shit at her on a special day i stopped at a gas station before coming in for my shift, briefly experienced some sexual assault there, came in to work agitated and frustrated and complained about it and she chose to say “wow i can’t believe you let him do that” and a nice coworker later tried to apologize on her behalf but i wasn’t even having that lmfao like. no.

somehow even Beyond that though was the coworker guy who would just like, be a bitch to people on purpose, like the time i talked to a baker i never talked to before b/c she was bemusedly like “yeah he said [bitchly thing to say]” and i was like yeah he’s just like that at any random time?? he’ll just do that deliberately?? to anybody? anyways so after i’d worked there for like 10 or 11 months, he used our department’s computer for something and saw what is regarded-as-legally recorded as my name but obviously isn’t my name, and then walked past me and clearly Pretended to ~slip of the tongue~ call me by that wrong name. this would’ve been a great moment to just go all out cause a scene. act 2 scene 4, jackass

coworkers Just Transphobe Things moments........jesus

that’s just some of the highlights of my Saltine B/c Bitches list. in fact times where i’m like “hmm maybe i should’ve held back my temper there” are mostly times where actually my only mistake was that i wish i’d committed more to just mouthing off to everyone. like, i hate all of you, thanks so much, and prioritizing Don’t Cause Yourself Trouble has done very little for me and been a detrimental hassle. i Do have some lil victories here and there, but not nearly enough. and too often it hasn’t even been me getting to express frustration or anything, but rather “me having to keep my cool and calmly voice my thoughts while grown people like twice or twice point fifth my age (mostly men) have a tantrum 

oh yeah, and at my second job i was maybe the only (or one of two? three?) non-cis-man workers at the particular facility i was based at and we had to come in for this meeting and a women from corporate was there and so were some other men and one of them pulled something so horrendously sexist to her i should’ve just gone right the hell off then and there. so too should any of the other like forty people in the room! but. ma’am i’m sorry about your crap day. time travel back to just go “What The Fuck” very loudly and clearly. fire me bitches, i only spent like five months at that place anyways

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

I read ur post about p3 remake... and what stumped me was the persona primes... what did you mean by thsat?

Hmmmm where to start... I’m gonna just start explaining what a Prime is, in case other’s don’t know. But don't worry I'll go into the why shortly after.

A "Prime Persona" can also be called "Custom Persona" (alt eng translation), "Kai Persona/Persona Kai" (what it's called in Japanese), or "Modified Persona" (a literal translation of what Kai means in the Japanese). We're going to go with the word "Prime Persona."

(you know me and my long windedness, under the cut~!)

So a Prime Persona was introduced in Persona 2 IS. And their role is to serve as "upgraded versions" of the initial Persona. They get a little stronger, their sprite changes a little. Really reaching for the stars (jk). Here's a pic to compare so you get an idea:

Think of it as the middle form of a Pokemon starter evolution. So if you mean the story requisite, you get Initial -> Prime -> Ultimate.

In P2EP, the only one to get a Prime Persona is Maya, but P2EP is not where the Prime Persona was last seen. The last Prime Persona is actually Orpheus Telos! In Japanese, his name is actually "Orpheus Kai" (aka "Orpheus Modified", and boy does he live up to that). Of course OT doesn't follow the same pattern as P2's middle pokemon evolution (cause P3 is funky with the MC’s special Personas, and OT is technically the Ult of all Ults), but it's still a prime Persona.

Now, since P4 we've moved to a more "SL level up gets me a Persona evo" type of deal instead of gameplay/story unlock like P1-3. And since P4G, Persona's decided to do.....3rd tiers/3rd Ults when they "remake" (*cough*enhanced port*cough*) the game like P4G/P5R. So now the new evo line now looks like this: Initial-> Ult -> 3rd Tier

And that's all fine and good, it being optional allows devs to choose which Persona for later games, and it's always nice to feel rewarded at the end of a link with a Party member and getting a little something extra for focusing on them instead of a non-party member........but we have a problem with P3.

P3 their Personas are not tied to the SL, but to the story. And since some, not all but some, of the chars can have their SL’s finished prior to their Ult in the story. So that puts a wrench in just “oh just make a third tier happen after the SL!” 

There’s also the fact that we've already had sequels......we know it's the Ult/2nd Tier they have. But you know the devs know we might want a new Persona (or really new skin for the Persona as we get a new skill) for our party members.....so how do we fix that?

Prime Personas! It’s a lot easier to wave away it being a temp buff than a 3rd tier. Esp for P3′s situation. (I mean obvie the real solution is to not have anything but that’s no fun, if you want that then play the other versions! 8U)

The Prime Personas will be tied to the SL, and unlike P2, we’d get both an initial and ultimate variation (not all the Personas will have initial but some..... and shouldn’t be that bad, copy and paste the model, change a color portion around and add an item and voila you are done! I know I know not that easy shhhhhh it’s not like you’re asking for the moon either! XP)

The reason is......well.....again.....some SLs can be finished before story evolution. Yukari and Fuuka (and iirc Junpei if you are fast enough, but if you aren’t then he obvie falls under the Ken/Aki category) can have their SL complete prior to their Ult evolution, so they would get Prime versions of their initial persona. Mitsuru/Aigis SLs don’t start till well after their evolution iirc, and Ken/Aki have a mandator roadblock (aka, we’d only get primes of their Ult). That leaves only Shinji/Koro....who are black sheep. They don’t evolve. They never evolve. They were never going to get a 2nd tier/Ult, let alone a 3rd tier. BUT..................I think they can get away with a Prime Persona. They essentially did that with PQ1 and PQ2 (along with Goro). You know they get the blue glow and the pose changes? All it does is strengthen the initial Persona? Well that’s essentially what a Prime Persona is, a strengthened version of the Initial one!

I mean Shinji would only be available for like a handful of days (unless they increase his SL’s availability sched). Haha but hey, didn’t stop them from doing that to Sumi! 8U 

So basically the evo tree for the P3 cast would look like this:

Shinji/Koro: Initial -> Initial Prime

Fuuka/Yukari/Junpei (if fast enough, otherwise they fall under the below tree): Initial -> Initial Prime -> Ult Prime

Aigis/Mitsuru/Ken/Aki: Initial -> Ult -> Ult Prime

But yeah, Prime fits the best for this kind of thing. Avoids big paradoxes later , allows Shinji/Koro to get a buff, brings back an old idea again (and in a game where there is one other Prime existing to boot!) And you still get (an extra) reward for completing your party member’s SL! And.....might also be a good way to test the waters on a new formula, both reintroducing Ult’s as a story progression thing while allowing a Prime evol in the meantime. 

And that’s why I think that if we get a P3 remake, and they want to do the whole “new Persona/persona skin and new skill” thing, they should adopt the Primes back instead of a 3rd tier. I hope that helped my point a bit more! ^^;

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judyflopps replied to your post “�� shake ��‍♀️ off �� that ��‍♀️ portrayal �� insecurity ��‍♀️”

wow this is a Mood; but, blows kissus-- i Stan for ur jessica

allow my preachy butt to step on a soap box for a moment. maybe this’ll comfort ppl who have mad insecurity like me or maybe not, but here’s hopin bc I think it’d make me feel better to write:

I think it’s a common emotion for us to feel super insecure about our roleplay because this is like a small-time taste into what it’d be like to release our writing into the world via books - novels - etc, except we can See and Acknowledge people are looking at what we’re writing instead of just being left in the dark. The thought is both pretty thrilling but boy does it rev up your anxiety; do they like it?

If someone doesn’t like an ask we answered, a headcanon we post, a theory, we get insecure and think, “oh god -- I’m the worst. This is it. This is what kills any positive thing someone’s thought about my character. This is what kicks in anything I’ve built up in people’s eyes. I suck. I suck so bad. My portrayal is the worst” -- but that’s just not the truth lmao. Just because someone doesn’t like a post or comment on it doesn’t mean they don’t appreciate the effort you’re putting into your character. You have your followers for a reason. It doesn’t matter if that number is small or big. It’s a solid evidence that folk love what you’re doing and they want to stick around to interact with your babe.

It’s not healthy or effective to rely on what other people have to say about your portrayal, and sadly a lot of people do that. It feels good to get compliments, hell yes!! It’s so encouraging!! But living off feedback is no way to keep up your writing spirit. Recall the feeling of wanting to play your muse and focus on that. think on that. start putting it first before the need of validation of others. It’s difficult, oh absolutely -- but when you start weaning yourself off that and start going, “hey if someone don’t like what I write, that’s their problem. I worked hard for this character and put my heart into what I write, my mental energy into their development. My time in my life went to this character, my time. If someone’s gonna look at what I made with my time and scoff it off, what use do I have hurting for them and crying over spilt milk? Who cares, I shouldn’t. This is what I made and I’m content with it. If someone don’t like a post of mine or I go by with zero notes or likes on my starter calls, that don’t mean shit and it doesn’t reflect on me or my followers. People still stick around. If I go days without interaction, it doesn’t mean people don’t like me or hate me; it means they have lives outside their computer and want to spend their time how they desire.”

My portrayal makes me happy. I write things into my characters that make me happy, laugh and sad. I love these details. This is my character. This is what I’m creating and instead of focusing on what negativity people might think about what I’ve put out here for people to interact with, I need to focus on why I made my blog. To roleplay. To share my character with the world. To share what is in my brain that concerns this beautiful babe of mine. If I start relying off the feedback of others then I’m gonna get nowhere fast and feel absolutely unmotivated when that positivity stops rolling in. 

Appreciate it if it comes your way, definitely take it as a compliment and love it, save it!! That stuff feels GOOD. But don’t rely on it. Continue sharing what you got; people are quietly enjoying what you got and want to roleplay with your version. That’s a fact.

It’s normal to be nervous and scared about people not liking what we do, but we gotta stop immediately giving in to that feeling of “oh god I suck and my writing is bad and my character is bad” --- that’s gonna get you nowhere. It’s hard to work on, but it’s a hill you gotta climb and I promise you’ll start feeling better when you do.

I’m aware my Jessica isn’t the favorite of many people and I’m sure a lot roll their eyes at her and don’t like what I’m doing, but that’s not important to me. I try not to care because there’s no reason to, and it’s not my place to put on a show and dance for them to enjoy her. I like her and what I made of her. She’s what I got to offer and there’s people who do like her, and that’s pretty awesome. It doesn’t matter if it’s just one person out of 300, someone still likes her and that’s pretty cool and I am super grateful. I for a fact love your Judy and am glad you have a blog for her. :’)

Just put your main focus on yourself and your character and how you feel about them, and how you approach them. It isn’t selfish. It’s a first instinct to go “oh -- putting me first?? selfish ---” but it really, really isn’t.