#i will not stand for inge slander

[aestophobia]

if you hate on inge you can face my wrath.

"she gets in the way of blitzstone" YOU FOOOL!!! NO SHE DOESNT!!!!! HEARTHSTONE MAKES IT CLEAR THAT HE IS NOT INTERESTED IN HER

it's the rachel hate all over again :(

She was stuck in an abusive environment just like Hearth (obviously not to the same extent but she was still subject to physical and emotional abuse) except she was trapped in it until Hearth set her free.

[imaginespazzi]

I'm with you on the P defense squad. Beyond making fun of her two braincells, poor dancing, questionable clothing taste, and rizz hands, ofc, I won't stand for any slander for my favorite blonde himbo.

If there's anything we actually know about P it's that she loves Azzi (as a friend or more) and genuinely seems like a good person. So the whole she's cheating or playing in her face just really goes against the few things we actually know about her. They'd never do something to intentionally hurt each other. So if P is in a college let's have fun phase (her right) she's obvi single.

And on the flip side the whole thing is messed up for Azzi too, like as if she's just a doormat without any sort of agency, just sitting around waiting for P to come home after a night of sliding into everyone's dms and hoe-ing around campus. Can we please start respecting the People's Princess? NO ONE in their right minds would run around on her.

I genuinely want to know where the narrative of Paige being anything other than literally the sweetest human (albeit a little annoying) around Azzi even came from? Like first it was the "they hate each other" phase and now this and I really don't know where y'all are getting these weird vibes from like please enlighten me.

Paige is literally a golden retriever. Girlie would not hurt a fly let alone her best friend. And Azzi might be quiet, but there is no world where that girl would stand for that kind of disrespect. Idk why y'all would even wanna believe they're together, if you think their relationship is that messed up?

[dekalko-mania]

Made this into a full fledged twitter fic oop. For context:

datsdash- dash

goldengirl- star

pauliepocket- paulina

kwakwakkwan- kwan

sadmidwesterner - wes

big nate- nathan

tiffie- tiffany 

jedimikey- mikey

girlinred- valerie

daleybugle- dale

kyleyjenner- kyle

ishedeadorsleeping- unknown

and some generic ones. enjoy ! :))

TLDR: Amity Park has unhinged tweets and questionable fan accounts. Outsider POV.

@ishedeadorsleeping

New account created. Reply below to welcome me to Twitter!

-@caspersuckss

Is this another one of those Casper accounts? Let it go guys, no one gives a shit about your ‘ghost’ bs

-@KwakKwakKwan

It isn’t ‘bs’ man, we were literally sucked into a whole other dimension last year, how did you not notice

-@caspersuckss

Cause it never happened, you’re probably just trying to stay relevant cause your team sucks ass

-@KwakKwakKwan

Says the guy making a whole account dedicated to hating on us, get a life dude

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@ishedeadorsleeping

Probably should’ve said this earlier, but this account is for Casper High only. If you’re reading this and you’re from Elmerton High, don’t. Go away. No one likes you.

(150 likes, 50 retweets)

-@goldengirl

I see an Elmerton kid and I call the CDC

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@datsdash

I’m all for @ishedeadorsleeping hating on Elmerton, but why the hell is their profile pic a picture of fenturd asleep in the basketball hoop during gym

-@KwakKwakKwan

Their banner is just a bunch of mini sleeping fenton collages, disturbed but intrigued

-@pauliepocket

How the hell does Fenton have a fanpage before I do, has everyone gone crazy?

-@goldengirl

Ok but has anyone noticed how long his eyelashes are? Someone find me his lash tech

-@bignate

it probably has something to do with his parents’ sentient ectoplasm getting into his brain and mutating him

-@goldengirl

👀 product launch ?? @officialfentonworks

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@datsdash

For everyone wondering yes i put danny in there it was me all me

(Image attached: patrick with the acrylics meme)

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@ishedeadorsleeping

I’ve gotten like fifty confused dms so ig I have to clear the air. This account is for Danny Fenton sleeping content only. Rating system from 1-10, feel free to send submissions. Reason for creating: I’m bored.

-@goldengirl

Following this account feels questionable

-@tiffie

You were literally one of the first to follow?

-@goldengirl

I said it was questionable, not that I wasn’t following 🙄

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@ishedeadorsleeping   

Behold first pic of specimen in his natural habitat. Scientific name: the fentons’ spawn. Commonly called: Danny. Negative points for moist desk. Bonus points for dedication. It took Lancer five tries to wake him up. Total score: 8/10.

(Image attached: Danny splayed over his desk. His arms are dangling off the sides, and there’s a puddle of drool beside his mouth. His expression is unflattering, caught mid snore. Lancer is standing over him, unimpressed)

-@tiffie  

Disagree, score should be 6/10. Reason: gross

-@KwakKwakKwan

Drooling Danny looks like he chews on tinfoil

-@goldengirl

Thank you drooling danny for reminding me why im gay 💞⭐

-@pauliepocket

Drooling danny is an ally 💅🏻

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@pauliepocket

Who else thinks @ishedeadorsleeping is secretly @sadmidwesterner 

(300 likes)

-@sadmidwesterner

Why is everyone @ing me??? This is slander !!!

-@KwakKwakKwan 

I mean who else is obsessed with fenton and carries around a camera with a six foot tripod

-@sadmidwesterner

I’m not obsessed with fenton, im obsessed with the TRUTH

-@daleybugle

Hey i think this is for you @unhingedwestweets

-@sadmidwesterner

Who is making all these accounts!????!! I will SUE you hear me? SUE!

-@goldengirl

Ok nevel

-@sadmidwesterner

laugh it up but just know nevel is a young entrepreneur with a very successful haberdashery business and i will not let his name be smeared

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@ishedeadorsleeping  

Saw this on the way to class. Thought it was just a really big rock, but on closer inspection saw it was Danny. Headfirst in a pile of snow. 6/10 for hypothermia. Thoughts?

(Attached image: Danny with his head stuffed into a pile of snow. Looks like a sleeping dodo bird.)

-@JediMikey 

Um shouldn’t you have woken him up? That looks kind of … dangerous

-@ishedeadorsleeping

He seemed cozy 🥰

-@KwakKwakKwan

Is that blood on his sleeve????

-@ishedeadorsleeping

Its not his i checked

-@KwakKwakKwan

Oh good i was getting worried there !

-@casperhighhater 

Do you people even hear yourselves ????

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@goldengirl

You know, I used to think Danny was a loser for sleeping everywhere but honestly im a junior now and i get it

-@daleybugle

He knew the secret to life all along

-@datsdash

I for one still think hes a mole man but lie to yourselves ig

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@ishedeadorsleeping   

This just in, Drooling Danny has been spotted at Amity Park Pride. Eyewitnesses say he may be the next Babadook. I am the eyewitness. 10/10 for being an lgbt icon.

(Quoted retweet: original post below)

@goldengirl  

Hot girls carry life-sized cardboard cutouts of drooling danny. Hot girls being me and @pauliepocket 😘

(Image attached: Star and Paulina posing beside a three foot tall cutout of Drooling Danny’s head attached to a tiny body. The crowd around them is going wild.)

-@daleybugle

You guys did Danny dirty, wdym life sized 💀

-@ishedeadorsleeping 

This post has been up for less than an hour and someone already changed his wiki bio to three feet tall

-@datsdash

It was me im the star

-@JediMikey

Since when has danny had a wiki page ??

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@datsdash

Did anyone else notice how freaked out phantom looked when he saw the cutout? @goldengirl @pauliepocket You're scaring away the bitches !!!!

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@JediMikey

Dash has a crush on phantom???? Since when????

-@datsdash

He was my bi awakening where the hell have you been

-@JediMikey 

But…if you’re bi then why do you always make fun of me

-@datsdash

I don’t make fun of you cause you’re gay, I make fun of you cause you’re a loser and you smell like blue cheese

-@JediMikey

oh.

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@KwakKwakKwan

Im confused why is everyone saying danny is three feet tall, he’s literally almost his dad’s height now

-@goldengirl

No he’s three feet i measured him myself

-@pauliepocket

I can confirm I was the ruler

-@KwakKwakKwan

??????

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@bignate

Why is mikey walking around with a string of evergreen air fresheners around his neck

-@daleybugle

-@JediMikey

Id rather not talk about it

Dash said he smells like blue cheese

-@bignate

Well i happen to think he smells very nice

-@JediMikey

:)

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@officialphanclub

Join us everyone for our weekly phantom manifestation circle. Meeting starts at 6 today and will be held in the auditorium. 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

-@datsdash

🧿🧿🧿🧿

-@JediMikey

Aren’t you guys basically conducting a summoning?

-@officialphanclub

For legal reasons please refer to it as a ✨ manifestation circle ✨

-@KwakKwakKwan

Not to be a downer, but what if you accidentally summon something else? The auditorium is like the only part of the school that’s not haunted

-@pauliepocket

Sounds like a problem for the theater kids 🤷🏽

-@KwakKwakKwan

Poor them

-@pauliepocket

They can literally survive a nuclear war

-@KwakKwakKwan

Not the theater kids, the ghost. They’re doing wicked this year

-@pauliepocket

Oh no

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@bignate

Please for the love of god make it stop !!!!

(Attached video: theater kids climbing the cafeteria tables and performing Wicked’s “Popular.” Everyone around them is doubled over covering their ears. Mikey is heard crying in the background.)

-@JediMikey

Someone pirouetted and knocked me unconscious. I’m tweeting this from the��emergency room help me

-@genericnerd

(Attached image: meme of the fish from spongebob on his knees throwing his fist in the air)

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@KwakKwakKwan

Hey uh is anyone else kinda worried that danny might not be too happy when he finds @ishedeadorsleeping’s account ???

-@goldengirl

Neither him or his loser friends have any social media, i highly doubt he’ll see anything

-@KwakKwakKwan

maybe…..

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@ishedeadorsleeping  

It has come to my attention that some of you are concerned Danny may not approve of this account. Don’t worry, he will never know. Anyway, enjoy this 10/10 shot of him sleeping in the middle of @officialphanclub’s summoning circle.

-@KwakKwakKwan

Oh thats a relief, thanks a lot man

-@casperhighhater

!!!! @amityparkunhingedtweets

-@sadmidwesterner

He appeared when you guys were trying to summon phantom!? Wake up people!! HES A GHOST

-@pauliepocket

No hes not hes an aries

-@sadmidwesterner

What does that have to do with him getting summoned????

-@goldengirl

Dont even try paulie, he wouldnt get it 🙄

-@sadmidwesterner

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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@KyleyJenner

Hey guys pls be careful with my brother, hes very fragile and recovering from hemorrhoids

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@KyleyJenner

(This account has been temporarily suspended and is under review)

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@ishedeadorsleeping  

First submission everyone!! 10/10 for composition, lighting, and overall sleep quality. Impressive straight 90 degree angle on that locker!

(Attached image: Taken from the side. Danny on the floor with his back against the lockers. Head is slumped down but looks very comfortable. Weird shadow in the background.)

-@genericcheerleader

ik hes a dork but hear me out-

-@tiffie

This is my version of asmr

-@KwakKwakKwan

Yes officer this man right here @unhingedwestweets

-@sadmidwesterner

What did i do now??

-@KwakKwakKwan

Dude. You’re literally standing there in the background holding some holy water.

-@sadmidwesterner

That could be anyone!! And it could just be regular water !!

-@KwakKwakKwan

(Image attached: zoomed in and higher resolution photo clearly showing Wes is the one in the back. He’s holding a water bottle marked HOLY WATER.)

-@sadmidwesterner

….ive changed

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@girlinred

What the fuck ? @ishedeadorsleeping

-@KwakKwakKwan

!!!!!! @goldengirl

@goldengirl

Oh shit i forgot he has non-loser friends too

[thelastattempt]

((PSA: Walls is and will always be my baby and I will accept zero slander, except for the slander I am about to inflict cause I’m stubborn like that))

*points dramatically* ONWARDS:

I had a long drive today and I listened to Walls top to bottom for the first time in a long time. And about halfway in, I started chewing this quote over

There’s obviously that stigma that the second record can often be challenging, but I think for me it was different. I almost felt that more on my first record… There was a lot of… not necessarily treading water, but definitely trial and error on that first album.

I’ll restate again that I love this album, it’ll always have a special place for me. There’s some stand out moments that will remain engraved in my bones, but I get it. I think I get it.

Mid-tempo guitar driven melancholia is my jam, it really is, but Walls now feels contained, restrained against its will, exactly like a second album when the artist is going. through. it. and the horrors are horror-ing and the agonies are ceaseless.

I sit in the car with the stereo on 72 and I’m belting my heart out and I feel like I can see into his chest. Like he laid it out and opened his rib cage and said - ‘there, have it then’. And that is probably why I’ll always feel so connected to this album. And also why this album will always feel like a forgotten child.

BUT. But but but. Faith in the Future sounds fun. It sounds like hope, it sounds like dancing in a downpour, it sounds like range. And the themes are all the same, but dressed differently, the motif is unchanged, but the effect is drastically different. Walls (my love, my darling) is crying at the windowsill and Faith in the Future is contemplating the thunder. I don’t know how else to say it.

Faith in the Future isn’t necessarily better by itself, but I feel like the artist was better writing it. Maybe because they wrote it, I don’t know.

When the album’s finished and Spotify slides into WAOYF without permission, you can feel a visceral difference, an energy that was missing from Walls, a veil lifted, an era shifted.

And I think I finally understand this quote and why songs are ‘a moment in time’ and even though some will always be sacred to me, why it’s so important to keep moving through. Because it’s only going to get better.

[kipandkandicore]

well… we found out that someone *cough cough* @sophieinwonderland … said that she thought we falsely reported eeveecraft to get them banned.

this is not true at all. she has no basis for this claim. the post we wrote responding to eeveecraft, we wrote specifically because they linked to our document in order to discredit it. that is the entire reason why we wrote that response. we would not have made the post at all if they had not brought up the document we compiled. our response was made in good faith. and never in the post did we explicitly call eeveecraft racist.

did we say that tulpa language is racist? yes.

did we say that alexandra david-neel is racist? yes.

did we call eeveecraft racist, anywhere in our response? not to our knowledge (though we did say that, by saying racist things, they were being racist)

we never reported eeveecraft, nor did we encourage anyone else to do the same. to claim otherwise is slander. on sophie’s blog, she is slandering us, despite having us blocked, to our knowledge! we only knew about these posts at all because a concerned friend saw them and brought them up to us. we don’t view sophie’s blog except in cases like this, where we find she’s been referring to us without our knowledge in order to lie about us.

it’s hurtful. it’s unkind. it’s disrespectful.

how can she claim to ever be engaging in good faith when this is the sort of shit she does? we’ve seen sophie block evading to spread false rumors about those she disagrees with many times over the past year or so. this isn’t something new for her.

like, the entire time we have been in syscourse spaces, our goal has been to learn more, have honest conversations, and to discuss system issues with those of differing views in good faith.

that has been our goal here since day one.

we genuinely didn’t know eeveecraft wouldn’t be able to see our post. we thought tagging them would make that post visible to them. if they resurface, we will absolutely remake that post onto our main blog and @ them there so they can view it.

why spend so much energy railing against us, when we:

1) didn’t respond in bad faith (and did not attack them as she claims, for fuck’s sake) we responded with concern, hoping to genuinely gain some clarification.

2) didn’t know that @ ing eeveecraft wouldn’t make the post visible to them. we’re not blocked by many users and we don’t know how that sort of thing functions.

3) we literally have a partner who is a tulpamancer. we have been in tulpa spaces (frequenting r/tulpas, tulpa.io, tulpanomicon, and tulpa.info) for over a year. tulpamancy is not new to us. this language shift, though, is.

yes, it is possible to be pro-tulpa as a practice, anti-tulpa terminology. like. i don’t know how else to tell you that it’s possible to separate a concept from its label. especially when that label has clearly racist roots and many poc have spoken up about it.

yes, it is possible to believe in endogenic systems and support them fully, even while being syscourse unaligned. “syscourse unaligned” does not automatically mean anti-endo or sysmed, as others might like to believe. like please, we’re begging you, learn some nuance.

note we didn’t call any tulpamancers racist! just the terminology, and people’s actions regarding that terminology. ignoring that fact, brushing it under the rug, or claiming that the terminology isn’t racist doesn’t make it any less true.

if someone says something racist, yeah, we’re gonna call it out. it’s part of learning to be antiracist, and part of learning how to stand up for marginalized people in your communities. even (and especially) when it’s hard. it has been very difficult for us, going down this path. we have been targeted and harmed more by speaking out against tulpa language than we ever have in any of our time in syscourse.

but we cannot let this go. i mean yeah, it’s getting to us, and we’re getting beaten down by people like sophie making wild assumptions about us, talking about us behind our back, and spreading rumors about us that assume the worst in us without ever asking us directly. but idk, like, it should not be up to buddhist poc to have to fight tooth and nail to defend themselves. there should be more white people on their side, listening to them, rallying behind them, and willing to stand up for them.

that’s what we’re trying to do here. that has always been what we’re trying to do. we are not trying to destroy the tulpa community at all!! and if anyone could read our posts without assuming the worst in us, actually read what we have to say without jumping to conclusions… they could see that.

idk. idk. this has been extremely fucked for our mental health. we’re not in a good place. we want to do what we can to keep standing up against racism within the community, but it’s so hard when the people being racist:

1) immediately block you

2) still read your posts, even though they blocked you

3) make posts assuming the worst about you, claim that you did things that you simply did not do, and come after you for things that they never reached out to you about personally

(not to mention in her posts referencing us she treats the survivor’s network discord server like a group of evil sysmeds who plot together to bully endos, when in reality… it is a recovery server for trauma survivors with dissociative disorders. again: the survivor’s network is a recovery server. for trauma survivors. with dissociative disorders. it is a space to come together in order to heal, share resources, and learn from each other. it is a survivor space for those in recovery. we are shocked to find sophie calling the members of this server, a trauma and recovery space, morally bankrupt…)

in our disclaimer in our response to eeveecraft, we said that it’s not our goal to block evade. the post was genuinely meant as a response, one that we put a lot of thought and effort into! we honestly did not know that eeveecraft wouldn’t be able to see the post. we thought @ ing them directly would make it possible for them to view that post in particular. it definitely was never meant as an attack.

and to see folks claiming otherwise while dragging our name through the mud… idk it has us at our wits’ end.

posts referenced for transparency:

[watcher0033]

I love The Little Mermaid so much. 😭😭😭

Plot - 9/10

-Love Ariel’s coming of age, journey-ing to be a human arc. Her transition from non-human to human was treated w respect without dissing her origins. Which was consistent with the original classic as well. Love the mermaid tears arc. Love the father-daughter bond. The romance was fucking impeccable.

Pacing - 9/10

-very straight to the point, fleshed out world with just the right amount of tasteful exposition.

Characters - 9/10

-Ariel and Eric were perfection I won’t stand for slander. Anyone who’s saying Ariel transitioned for a man should be given the right smack. Did y’all not see her consistent pining was about the human world, wanting to be human and her thirst to know more and explore it all?! Her love for Eric was a separate thing thats only theirs!! She takes what she wants while acknowledging the consequences! She took a stand and fought not just because Eric was in danger but for her dad!!

Eric is the best Disney Prince. I have earned Wisdom. Live action Eric gave me best hindsight that Eric’s personality was already there in the original film. Just fleshed out now match Ariel. Those soulful eyes, that soulful heart that may make him look like a flighty royal to outsiders but it’s a consistent fact that besides his thirst for knowledge is a steady heart that wants to do his best for his country. Love that guy.

Triton. My god I think I’d gladly drown in Triton’s voice ngl. I was like can it get any lower?! Them: Yes. But fr love his arc of putting aside his prejudices for his daughter’s happiness in the end. Like that’s a bare minimum some fathers just can’t even manage to reach sometimes.

*insert fun fact here of consistently calling him daddy instead of his name NOT FOR REASONS YOU THINK (or maybe it is who knows) but because I keep mispronouncing Triton and trident. I know, i know 😭

Ursula. That overly dramatic witch. So camp. Love that for her. I have trouble listening to Melissa’s enunciation sometimes but it’s cool. She’s a functional antagonist.

The sentient animal friend: their good. Best wing(heh)men u could ever ask more. Sebastian’s journey from Yes man to “Hm. Actually.” was pretty good as before.

The romance and character parallels of Ariel and Eric happened because of Max. Everybody say thank you to Max. He’s a good boi. 🐶

Casting - 10/10

Great job as far as I can tell.

Cinematography - 9/10

-i have to squint sometimes but the visuals are pretty effing stunning.

Scoring - 7.5/10

-can never beat the classics, but I love the range of emotions the characters put into it. And the new songs SLAP. But minus points for the Scuttlebutt song that was so bad, sorry I can’t even call it Mid. That song was the official bathroom break for me.

Overall: 8.5/10 for me. It was satisfying!

[ianiohn]

I'm just saying, you can one up many of the

Church goer's and get Baptized. You can

Seek out a preacher or anyone you know

Who definitely and unequivocally has been

Born again to do it because contrary to the

Lies perpetuated out there by the non-be-

Lievers and the false church, anyone who

Receives the Holy Spirit is both a Saint and

A priest with Jesus being their High Priest.

They'll fight you tooth and nail, that still

Doesn't make them right, just your antag-

Onist. Just because a person yell's the loud-

Est doesn't make him right. Then there's the

Fact that it is Biblical and you can work

From their side of the world and Google it

And you will, if they don't work their wick-

Edness and change it, find that I am not

Lying. I am finding that there are many

Church goer's who really don't know what

They're doing and either don't want to

Know or care to know or worse yet, know

But work as Satanists and do the opposite

To please Satan and snub their noses at

Jesus and The Father. The Church of Christ

Is a prime example because the were dili-

Gent to kill the Spirit in me. The preacher

Chaos said Jesus was hiding behind God's

Skirt's and called Jeremiah a cry baby. This

Among a host of other lies and slander and

Innuendos that revealed they are not for

Christ, but His enemy. I even took a son of

A friend, his being 5 year's old at the time

Before I found the degree at which they

Would stoop to show their hatred of Jesus,

And he and all those who were at the Wed-

Nesday meeting went into a separate room

And a few minutes later he came running

Back shouting " They're all monster's! They'-

Re all monster's and climbed over chair's

To jump in my arms and I had a niece take

Him home. I didn't ask him anything about it or

Try to investigate, but now know they've

Taken over the Church of Christ's name.

They brought up head's of the church from

Oklahoma and I told one of them I had re-

Cieved the Holy Spirit and I'd never seen

Such a look of hate before or after. They

Then proceeded to speak degradingly of

Person's from the Bible in order to cause

Sickness and division but failed to kill the

Spirit in me. The lying judge who also was

A head of the church was another antag-

Onist who tried to prove me wrong and a

Liar, but also failed in his battles of wit's.

Chaos told people I was being over theatrical

And that the Bible had driven me mad. This

All until I met with them and told them I

Knew they were without the Holy Spirit to

Which they faked umbrage and tried to

Drag me down to their level. Again to no

Avail. To take Baptism is to stand with

Jesus and tell the world the decision you've

Made and show them that you have died

With Jesus by symbolically being buried

With him by being dunked below the top

Of the water and being raised, again sym-

Bolicly, from the dead with Him. Jesus

Said " Repent and be baptized." Repent is

To tell Jesus you're sorry for the thing's

You've done, even to ignoring Him. Should

You cry, then this is the depth of repentance

And the sign of it is to do a 180 degree turn

Away from your old ways, and then to not

Return to them. Next utilize the faith you

Displayed by being baptized and doing the

180 degree turn and move mountains at

Your word and command tree's to move

From here to there. Tell storm's, " Peace,

Be still, be silent," as Jesus did and quiet

The storm's and still the water's. Anything

Your faith tell's you you can do, consider it

Done once you decide it is so and believe

That what you have asked for you have al-

Ready received. Google it or pick up a Bible

And read it and one up the church goer's

Again. Jesus love's a broken heart, so if you feel

Compelled to weep, do it to the depths

With which you allow yourself. This actually

Is a part of true repentance, a heart felt

Act and a show of genuineness. A broken

Heart is Jesus's specialty and He will heal

Your heart and cleanse you of unrighteous-

Ness. These are stepping stones to reciev-

Ing the Holy Spirit. When this occur's you

Will know that you have become a new

Creature. Don't be afraid to ask Him for it.

[red-hood-redemption]

can I please get a Damian fic that doesn’t absolutely vilify Talia and make Selina some sort of savior or something??

[cloveroctobers]

OJ HAYWOOD x READER / Summer Prompts !

A|N: with Jordan’s work, I always have to read other theories or reviews because I am usually in awe of everything I just witnessed. I also love seeing other people’s perspectives on his films. Any Jordan Peele slander is not welcomed over here, I respect your (wrong) opinion but ain’t nobody trying to hear that 😂! Anyways I knew I wanted to write for Daniel—OJ the moment I stepped out of the film.

WARNINGS: kinda lengthy + reading between the lines literally & spoilers? Sorta if you haven’t seen it but not really? takes place only a few months after the p*s*ing of Otis Sr. But BEFORE the events of the movie take place. + reader given a name but still written in second POV 😬

Plot: dancing through the night + cold cocktails

From this prompt list.

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Death has many faces and it can show you plenty.

You, Aïchatou, “Aïcha,” for short had your own lesson with death on multiple occasions. From the death of your parents, godparents, and your own brush of death at sixteen, in a sense you became desensitized to it. Some might even say obsessed on certain days but you knew how to separate from the heaviness of it all, the best way you knew how.

A death like Otis Sr. Was unexplainable even after three months had passed. The world slowly shifted when OJ and Em lost their father, it was another chapter of death for them that they had to cope with. This was unnatural. You’ve been friends with the Haywood’s since your pre-teen years, becoming quite attached to the ebony skinned OJ—who was only a grade ahead of you. From there you instantly became family and the Haywood’s couldn’t get rid of you even if they wanted to.

The night sky bled a deep blue on a misty but humid April. There was not a spec of stars in the sky or clouds as you blinked up at it, standing on the porch of the Haywood’s. You lived out of the way, much like many of the residential areas here in Agua Dulce but a whole thirty-five minutes away can be nerve-wrecking.

“I mean, you know you don’t have to come out here every Friday night right?” OJ said to you over the phone, as you returned home from work.

Huffing, you shuffled out of your work uniform top, phone once buried between your neck and shoulder, “Not uh, It’s routine since I can barely keep you away from the ranch long enough or else you’ll start missing the horses more than hanging with your girl.”

OJ hummed at that. He knew it was true, it was already written in stone that he and Em were to keep the legacy of Haywood’s Hollywood Horses going…despite Em focusing on her other business first. OJ took that more seriously after his father passed, it was all on his shoulders now…especially since he found out how much in debt his father was in.

Äicha understood that. She couldn’t be mad at that, she hardly got mad in the first place since she always felt like time shouldn’t be wasted on anger.

“What you bringing tonight anyway?”

“Nothing but the best homemade cocktails,” You placed the phone on speaker as you tossed it on the bed, “I just have to run to the store real quick and grab a few more bottles then I’ll be on the way.”

OJ glanced at the watch on his wrist as he stood outside, “So nine something? Got it.”

“It won’t be! See you soon!”

You arrived 8:35pm and was let in by no other than Emerald, who gave you the run down of taking a break from her current situationship. The house was already jumping with the classics as you took over the Haywood kitchen, preparing a special drink for the curly-fro girl.

Sliding a bowl of a drink towards Em was almost as if you handed her a bag of money. Her mouth was agape as she wrapped her fingers around the large glass, “see I didn’t know you were rocking like this!? OJ’s stupid ass would never send me a pic over text whenever I asked what y’all were up to on these Friday night’s. Girl!”

You laughed as Em pulled out her phone to take pictures and videos of her apple ciroc candy bowl. “Damn, you should be a bartender.”

“I was remember? Until my boss decided to turn into a stalker two months after he hired me.” You grabbed another glass.

Emerald shuddered before taking a sip from her drink with a smack of her lips, “that’s right! I don’t know what type of shit he was on but it’s a shame you felt like you had to be nice to a dude who you did not want a relationship with! People got to take rejection like a rim of salt and keep it moving! He’s not still bothering you ‘cause I know somebody that can take care—

The slamming of the screen door announced that OJ decided to grace y’all with his presence. He stomped through the house, circling around to where you two were chilling in the kitchen.

“What’s up? You done playing my little pony?” Em teased as her big brother entered the room.

OJ of course chose to ignore her, pressing his hands onto the island his sister sat out before deciding to reach out for her drink. He was always much quicker than Em was, placing his lips on the rim to take a sip, which made em suck her teeth.

“Can’t have nothing in this house, clearly nothings changed!” Em yelled.

OJ bared his teeth as he swallowed the alcoholic beverage before sliding it back over to Em who side-eyed him, “that’s good, tutu.”

You smiled.

“I thought your favorite fruit was something else, don’t lie negro.”

“Just because it’s not my favorite doesn’t mean it ain’t good?” He blinked at the girl who scoffed.

“Well this right here, is mine. Äicha may not charge you a fee out of the kindness of her heart but I ain’t so nice. I’ll be expecting compensation via cashapp, Apple Pay, PayPal—whichever you prefer.” Em grinned mockingly at OJ who rolled his eyes back over to you, who was already preparing another just for him. 

Em Haywood was the talker out of the two of you so conversation flowed easily. You served OJ a peach-crown royal bowl before making your own fruit drink. Soon the conversation led to the living room where you all got comfortable from Em bringing out the vape to you and OJ continuing to cradle your drinks. Normally the night would consist of drinks and catching up on some show together or streaming a movie or playing some sort of game.

That didn’t seem to be happening tonight as Em’s phone started to blow up. She would break the conversation to read the text, not reply and carry on.

“Don’t give a damn about that right now!” Em hissed, “Äicha tell us about your love life since I know OJ’s is already nonexistent. That man don’t know how to separate from this house.”

OJ lightly shook his head.

“Who wants to hear about all that?” You chuckled, taking a sip of your own fruity cocktail.

Em peered at you underneath her eyelashes, “I do! You’re a catch girl, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. Whatever happened to the blue eyed bow-legged brotha?”

“Austin? No.” You simply replied, “that ended back in March? It wasn’t going anywhere, he’s in a whole new relationship now according to his Instagram.”

“You’re still following each other?”

“Yes?”

Em scrunched up her nose, “why?”

“Just never got around to unfollowing? It wasn’t a bad break-up or whatever you want to call it.”

“He might think you’re still interested on what’s going on in life when I know you probably aren’t, you’re usually good at letting things go, I’m really surprised at you.” Em summarized as you shrugged once more.

Picking up your phone, you unlocked it and searched for his page to unfollow. Waving the phone in the air you said, “there it’s done. Can we move on?”

“Sure,” em smirked as she peeked over at OJ who appeared bored of this conversation—fingers tapping on the arm of the couch, “I’ve been saying it…you should just date OJ. You haven’t been finding what you need with these other dudes.”

That made OJ snap his eyes to his sister who wiggled her brows at him. He took a sip from his drink again and got ready to push off the chair, “not this shit again.”

Yes, again. It wasn’t the first and last time Emerald Haywood would say this. For as long as she’s known the pair she always felt confident in saying this, it wasn’t her fault how you two always chose to receive that.

OJ got up from the chair and made his way back to the hallway and towards the front door.

“Where you going?” Em called out to the back of her brother’s frame.

He just waved two fingers in the air at her in response before he carried on, exiting the house. Sinking into the couch you rolled your head over to Em who lifted her shoulders, “what?”

“You gotta stop playing match maker.”

“I only do it for the people I love. There’s no harm in that, he needs somebody! You’re the perfect one! What happens when I make it big and head to the real hills, who’s gonna be here for him? The leftover horses? That’s not enough.” Em fanned her hand, crossing one leg over the other.

Emerald Haywood always had the dream to have fame and the money but most of all she wanted to be known. Yes the horses are part of her history but she didn’t want it to be her main brand, she wasn’t sure why her dad and brother couldn’t see that.

You got it and her mom did too.

With OJ, the horses were his future. It was destined that it would be the moment his mother gave birth to him and he had no problem accepting that. It was instilled in him since the moment he learned how to walk and he wouldn’t leave it behind just because his father was gone. He would be damned if he didn’t at least try to keep it going. He always knew the horses weren’t in Em’s plans, she always has her mind somewhere else. To be somewhere else. Chasing the fame and the fortune.

With you? He never thought about you leaving Agua Dulce. Sure it could be a possibility but you never talked about relocating, even when you ventured off for weekends with some blond dude that didn’t deserve you. OJ was happy to know that you decided to call it quits—although you never mentioned it, it just seemed like a waste of time and you never wanted to be a person that did that.

Otis James Haywood Jr. wanted you around.

So when you left Em to share a lengthy conversation with her situationship on her phone, joining Otis in the spring night, the tension in his shoulders relaxed.

You stood beside him, looking up into the night fighting the urge of your brain trying to question why OJ always brushed Em’s statement revolving around you two away. Normally you followed suit when you were younger, more embarrassed than anything but soon you understood. Yet your brain felt scrambled tonight and you didn’t want it to be.

OJ shifted to rest his back against the banister, still cradling the drink you made him while you set yours on the railing, staring forward pass the arena. It was quiet when the horses rested in the stables but the misty breeze provided just enough to fill that silence.

That’s the thing between you and OJ, you were comfortable in silence together. It never mattered but tonight was different. Tonight could bring a miracle…would it be a good one is the question?

The speakers seemed to shift to a slower melody. Which made you glance at OJ during the night as he kept sipping on his drink.

“The vibe is much better out here.”

You laughed, “it probably be even better if you got closer to the horses.”

“Maybe,” OJ replied, “This spot right here is cool too.”

Next to you.

Inhaling you nodded your head at that, listening to lyrics that smoothly escaped the singer’s lips:

Yes I'm sitting right here

Waiting for you my dear

Wondering if you ever

want to show up

You folded your fingers together, cracking them earning a bewildered expression from OJ’s wide down-turned eyes in the night. A laugh bubbled past your lips, realizing OJ hated the sound of your bones cracking on purpose. Shaking your hands out, you stepped towards OJ and took his drink from his hands to set besides yours. OJ watched your movements carefully, once you turned back to face him you reached up for his brimmed hat—with his quick reflexes he latched onto your wrist, halting your movements.

That man loved his hats.

So why did you think you could take it for yourself? A smile curled on the side of your lips, raising your fingers to show that you meant no harm. OJ let your wrist go, leaving you to sneak your hands around his broad shoulders. Stepping closer to him you took in his scent of warmth, despite him spending hours upon hours in stables…OJ always smelled heavenly.

Like leather warmed by the soft sun, a glass of brandy, and pine. A scent so soothing and slightly smoky that you couldn’t get enough of.

“This is the part where you put your hands on my hips,” you suggested, pulling back slightly to get a good look at the stunning dark skinned man.

OJ snorted at you, “what is this prom 2.0?” He asked, nonetheless placing his large hands right on your curves.

Crossing your arms behind his head you softly smiled, remembering prom with OJ and your group of friends. You originally weren’t going to go after a boyfriend of yours played you, did a whole promposal in front of the school just to decide to take his ex three days before prom instead. OJ wasn’t going to let you sulk at home but your plans were just to watch some rom-com’s, however OJ dragged you out to a spot in the hills with your friends, in your prom dress dancing to songs blasting on a friend’s car stereo with underglow and headlights as your source of light for the night. it still remained to be one of the happiest nights you had.

“You mean 3.0 for you?” You corrected while OJ nodded his head from side to side, thinking about it.

Resting your head against OJ’s chest, the two of you began to sway as you listened to the drum of his heart while Billy Stewart continued singing:

Sitting here on the bench

With my back against the fence

Wonderin'-a-if I

Have any sense

“What’s the next few months looking like for you, tutu?” OJ quizzed, his hands seemed to tighten on your lower back.

Sighing you answered, “I’ll probably put my two weeks in, move to Vegas, become a casino girl and get brainwashed by the money and a mobster who shows me that cash rules everything around me. OR…I’ll find a guy who owns a winery and learn how to become a business woman myself…” you rambled.

None of those sounded like you. Which made a frown settle in between OJ’s brows. You weren’t about the money but you knew you needed money to survive, which is why you didn’t mind changing jobs every couple of years. You needed to do something new with your time when it came to survival.

You just simply lived with the time everyone was given.

“Wait…that was Austin,” you laughed humorlessly, “or I could take my best friend’s little sister’s advice and date her brother? He’s a old school horse guy and I’m many things so who knows?”

But nevertheless I say again

you gotta be waiting

Sittin' in the park,

Waitin' for hoooo-hoo-hoo-hoo

It was OJ’s turn to smile. He found himself biting down on his bottom lip slightly thinking that over. You felt good against him that night, you felt right, always. And OJ began to think about the what if’s with you. That’s when he began to put more step into the beat, one hand reaching up to intertwine your fingers which you stared up at, your head still resting on his chest.

You swayed in a slow circle together, switching directions so now that OJ had a good view of the sky. He noticed a small puff of a singular cloud just sitting there, if he focused hard enough he could almost see the rim of something flat peeking out. However he found himself no longer staring out there, the both of your heads snapping up as the music skipped at the next set of lyrics followed by a flash.

“Y’all so damn cute! I was right, thank me later.” Em stood in the door way, one fist digging into her waist while the other held her phone which snapped a picture.

Laughing you peeked at OJ who rolled his eyes at his sister. “What happened to the music?”

Em answered, glancing over at the record player, “I dunno, I never knew for any of daddy’s records to skip but hey, first time for everything.”

Clearing your throat, you opened your lips to say something but the pick up of a breeze caused all of your eyes to turn to the distance. It was faint but a spiral of dirt made itself known on the pathway towards the house. It was not uncommon for a sandstorm to appear in these parts of the town but it was strange to see at night.

“Yeah…nah let’s head in for the night.” OJ stated, forgetting about the drinks on the banister as he held the door open for you.

Emerald dipped her head, stepping back from the doorway, as you were next to move your eyes away and head inside with OJ locking the screen door and front door behind you all. Em decided to turn off the vinyl for the night, making you switch the tv on which jumped for a bit on a specific station before it seemed to settle as you changed the channel. The Haywood house was always the same, nothing was upgraded, so you were usually stuck with cable here.

OJ entered the room with sheets and pillows tucked underneath his arms. He tossed a set to Em who immediately began making a pallet right in front of the tv. He turned to you, holding out a pillow and sheet, “looks like you’re staying with us tonight?”

“Fine by me.” You tucked the pillow behind your head and wrapped the sheet on top of your body, after kicking off your boots.

You had no intentions of leaving tonight.

Something told you to stay put…so you listened.

OJ made his own pallet right in front of the couch, laying on his back, arms folded behind his head and hat tilted towards his eyes.

“Y’all seen this episode of the twilight zone before?” Em asked you two in the quiet of the night.

The place is here. The time is now, and the journey into the shadows that we are about to watch, could be our journey.

You could feel OJ’s eyes on you as you listened.

Once you met his eyes, the pair of you held each other’s stare for awhile before realizing that neither of you answered Emerald’s question. OJ kept his eyes locked on yours and opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by Emerald’s snoring.

Which erupted a groan from OJ who placed his hand over ear and flipped over to face you.

Laughing to yourself you suddenly whispered, “well…goodnight, everybody.”

OJ raised two fingers in the air up at you, leaving you to stretch and place two fingers against his.

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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

[gffa]

#THIS ENTIRE INTERVIEW IS A DELIGHT [x][x] #EXCEPT THE PART ABOUT DISPARAGING THE JEDI MULLET FROM AOTC #HOW DARE YOU SIR #THAT LOOK WAS HANDSOME AS HELL #AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS SLANDER The Phantom Menace "I remember the idea of it being short. I think they were looking for something in a military sense or in the world of monks that there's some sort of hairstyle sacrifice in order to be a Jedi. I guess to become a Jedi you have to give up the idea of being married or there's some sort of monk-like qualities that are similar." "What I didn't like very much was when we came back, there was always a period of time after the main shoot where we came back to do some reshoots. And for Episode I, it was six, seven, eight months after the principal photography, we had to come back and I was doing something else and I couldn't cut my hair. And so they made a wig that was a short hair wig, which is the worst kind of wig. If you've got a wig and it's long hair, you can disguise the fact that it's a wig, but when it's a short hair wig, it's a nightmare. I've seen some clips of both Episode I and the reshoots from Episode 2 where you're like, 'Are you kidding me?'" "And then for Episode I, not only did I have to wear it for the reshoots, and it's usually just a little shot here or there for reshoots. And most people don't really notice it. But some bright spark decided to put me on a poster in the wig! They picked an image of me from the reshoots and I saw myself in this huge poster in the wig. And I'm like, 'Are you kidding? You couldn't find a still of me when from the real shoot?' Unbelievable. I don't know who that was, but I'd love to meet them one day and just say, 'Are you f---ing kidding me about that?'" Attack of the Clones "We called it the sort of Jedi mullet. It could be in some second-degree way a little cool, but not really. It was very mullet-y and sort of quite inspired pretty much by the Bee Gees, I think really. Jedi Bee Gees. So yeah, I didn't like it very much, but I guess there's some sort of progression. Hayden had to go through a similar sort of progression with his hair where it's shorter when you were Padawan, then longer at the back." Revenge of the Sith "Ultimately in Episode III, we get onto a haircut, which is heading more towards Alec Guinness in Episode IV. We were looking at pictures of Alec Guinness in Episode IV and we were definitely trying to bridge that gap. We thought, this is the last we're going to see of Obi-Wan Kenobi before he's Alec Guinness. And so we're sort of moving in that direction. We put some graying in here. We grayed up the beard a little bit. And it was a much shorter haircut. I think the Episode 2IIhaircut was meant to be like warrior, and the Episode III haircut was meant to be more master, teacher. So I think my idea was definitely to try and get closer to Alec Guinness. It was to try and show that that's where I was headed." Obi-Wan Kenobi "So we find Obi-Wan at the beginning of our story, it's a longer haircut. I think it's a man who's been not looking after himself so much, and I wanted a much more sort of unkempt look where Obi-Wan starts at the beginning of that story, he's pretty hopeless. He's without hope, he's without faith and he wanted this sort of hair and beard to represent that. So it's much more less groomed and longer."

[shotorozu]

omg , so i saw this one tiktok and i can’t find it but it gave me an idea and reminded me of ur posts LMEDOEKOH

so like what if somebody posted a tiktok trying to slander like todobakudeku ( separatly duh ) ‘s gf trying to say that like ‘ i would be better then her ’ etc etc

and then THEY THEMSELVES duet the video like ‘ yeah no, my gf solos ’

LIKE LMAONEODNDMDM

“my s/o solos”

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

PART TWO (will contain shinsou, kirishima and denki possibly)

legend : [Y/N = your name, L/N = last name] fem! reader as requested (appearance is pretty ambiguous) quirk mentioned, not specific

headcanon type : angst if you squint, fluff, crack (x reader)

note(s) : YOU’RE SO SMART FOR THIS ‼️ that is all. at this point, we’re friends 😼👆this time, the tables have been turned, and THEY’RE THE ONES DOING THE TOK-ing ™️

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todoroki shouto

okay, i gotta tell everyone this first— shouto todoroki NEVER goes on tiktok without you being in the same room.

like yeah, he downloaded the app because 1. you recommended it, so of course he’s gonna do what you say. and 2. so the both of you could scroll on it when there’s nothing else to do

otherwise, he sees literally no reason to be on the app 🧍‍♀️ so, my next point is that one of his friends alerted him about the tiktok

shouto was training with his quirk, when he received a message— and to him it’s odd, because people usually know that he’s training, and to text him later.

he decides to take a break, and sees that midoriya sent him a video, and a message. and, the context has the youngest todoroki CONFUSED.

[midoriya has sent an attachment] ‘hey todoroki! i think you might wanna see this ^^;; have you seen this already? please don’t get mad.’

the video above was a tiktok of some girl that looks like his age SLANDERING his s/o, saying proudly and shamelessly, “i love shouto but wow, there’s no taste at all. i would be a better fit for him.”

shouto’s standing there confused because he’s never seen, or spoken to her before. and second of all— why would this rando be better than Y/N L/N

it’s so confusing, to the point he might’ve made the training room a bit colder with his quirk, subconsciously

and suddenly, he regrets making his hero name his first name. she has no right to be saying his name like that.

“i’m done training,” he says out loud, and he immediately texts back, asking his friend for the @, which he receives (but midoriya’s lowkey quaking in his seat bc wtf is his friend gonna do exactly 😨❓)

you know how i said that shouto has the app already downloaded? yeah, he already started up his account months ago. sporting a simple profile picture, having a extremely short bio, and only follows friends from UA. and you, teehee

but, the account itself’s on private— so he IMMEDIATELY changes his account’s settings to public, finds the account and video slandering Y/N, and clicks on the duet option.

you see where i’m going here? he’s gonna show you off, just because he can :) and the next move for shouto is to find you 😈

he quickly locates you, finding you in your respective dorm. shouto greets you like how he usually does— and you don’t seem unnerved by anything, or make any mention of a tiktok, so he’s super relieved.

“hey, shou—” not showered, sporting a light layer of sweat, and not caring but with fervor, shouto quickly presses the play button, and kisses you straight on the lips.

you kiss back, familiar with his lips. and though you don’t question his action, and the sudden eagerness, you do notice the phone that’s right in your faces💀

but you do get an idea of what’s happening, when you catch a glimpse of his screen. seeing the familiar layout— you’re under the impression that he’s filming a tiktok of his own.

when shouto rests his forehead against yours, you smile— noticing the fact that he’s looking at you like you’re the best thing that’s happened to him not that he never stops looking at you like that

“my girlfriend solos, Y/N solos.” shouto speaks clearly into the camera, and not a single shred of waver or doubt is in his voice.

it warms your heart, but you burst out in hysterics. simply because it was very random, and shouto said that in the most monotonic voice you’ve heard 💀

he shortly posts the duet afterwards, the tiktok’s description having one hashtag, #youlose, and it reacting it’s maximum capacity (filled with reasons as to why you’ll always be superior.)

and the tiktok BLOWS up— ratio-ing and gaining a lot of likes compared to the original poster, by a lot.

the fact that a ton of people have seen it, and commented on it, is almost humiliating, shameful.

to you and shouto anyway, but it was SUPER embarrassing to the girl, since everyone was making fun of her (let’s just say the video had 2400 likes and 20.k comments)

with people commenting stuff like ‘LOL NOT SHOUTO TODOROKI RATIOING YOU’ ‘this is embarrassing 😬’ ‘delete this now omg i’d never live with myself if i was in your place 😭’

it was so bad the girl had to go private for a bit, but it’s not like everyone forgot what she did— when she returned a week later 💀

now everyone knows not to slander Y/N L/N— since you’re always going to be by his side, and you’re always going to be his. (as if they weren’t cautious already.)

bakugou katsuki

probably goes on tiktok only when he’s SUPER bored, and if you’re with him. otherwise katsuki doesn’t hop on tiktok that often.

it’s not like he hates it, he can deny it all he wants, but he enjoys doing tiktok trends with you

and on top of that, he says the usual “i have better shit to do” when asked about his tiktok activity, and that’s quite true. with quirk training and everything that goes on in UA.

moving on to the next point, katsuki was reaching a new kind of bored— all lunch, and stretching into the afternoon. he was interning the day before, so it’s a given that he’d rest

meanwhile, you were out interning too. he already trained in the morning, so it’s not like he could train plus he did kinda wanna spend some time with you

so yeah, he was bored. hated that he resorted to tiktok, but it wouldn’t hurt to go on it— just to see if there was anything interesting

he was right. in a way, he did find something interesting, but it’s not in the kindest way.

because right after he entered the app, he came across a tiktok of some random girl taking RANDOM DISSES at Y/N.

“who the fuck is this extra??”

the algorithm has it’s funny ways, it’s almost as if he was supposed to see that. just by hearing her voice— that were like nails on a chalkboard, he’d grimace. so imagine his face when he heard her ridiculous points 💀

“katsuki is so hot omg, but Y/N on the other hand..? not so much. i can’t sense the good vibes, or chemistry, on top of that, she sounds too bland to be hyping up. i’d be better than her.”

the comments weren’t any better. because they were full with her friends agreeing “you spoke facts‼️” “ngl they have no chemistry.” “YOUR SHIPNAME WITH HIM SOUNDS BETTER DW YOU’LL GET HIM‼️”

he would’ve ignored it, if he was the one being dissed. like if he was insulted for whatever reason— but this random extra, insulting you? and her best friends backing her up? distasteful. repulsive

also, who gave her the right to call him by his first name? he prefers being addressed. but right now?— katsuki rather not be addressed this way.

katsuki might have a tiktok account but it’s not very personalized— no spicy, specialized username, no profile picture, no bio, and it’s a private account.

so, what he does is that he makes a NEW account, makes a personal username— lordexplosionmurder, the profile picture being his middle finger, and with a simple bio that says “fuck off dunce face. LORD EXPLOSION MURDER.”

so yeah, it really sounds like him. without a doubt.

he then finds the original poster, and comments a bunch of things under the post.

mostly “L.” and a string of 😐 and swear words— but that wasn’t enough for him, so he clicked on the duet option, and waited for your arrival

you come back to the dorm, and everyone’s eerily quiet. (it’s because they saw the tiktok and they’re scared to find out if you know about it) confused, you go to katsuki’s room— and he’s there waiting for you like normal.

he’s glad you’re unaware of the stupid tiktok, because the last thing katsuki wants is for you to discover that. “hey dumbass, come over here for a sec.” you do as he says, thinking he wants to squash you in a hug 💀

but he just— settles his head in between your legs, and he starts recording the duet.

he’s silent for a second before he squishes your thighs against the sides of his head, not caring about your protests— “hm, i fucking disagree. with all of this, i think my girl solos.”

he flips off the camera, a satisfied smirk curving his lips, before he ends the video. then, he climbs up from your legs— facing you, so he could inquire you about your day 💀 as if that totally didn’t just happen

you ask him questions, but he only disregards them— and you’re left confused, until you come across a duet that had like,, 300k likes

it was a duet of KATSUKI replying to this girl that was dissing you 💀 seeing that makes a lot of sense now.

katsuki apparently uploaded the duet a few hours after the initial recording, and it blew up without hashtags 😳 all of the comments he left on the girl’s video each have 10-15k likes more likes than the original video itself

everyone clowned them so much, to the point the girl and her friends had to limit their comments, and post an apology video (which katsuki will not accept anyway.)

you tease him about it later on, but he just scoffs and rolls his eyes— “they only apologized, because i ridiculed them for everyone on that shitty app to see. serves them right.”

and now, everyone is fearful for anyone that slanders you— because he WILL find out, and slander them back.

oh, and the girl deactivated not long after— which katsuki laughed about 💀

midoriya izuku

probably the most active out of the main three 💀 he works, trains and studies as much as he can, sure— but he frequents tiktok a lot

one, because he goes on the app when he’s super bored and it’s too late to be rambling out loud to you, let alone anyone. and two— he’s a big all might fan. he posts a lot of analytic tiktoks, and follows people that make similar content.

plus his friends and you, of course.

so, t’s strange for izuku to see something different. like drama outside of the heroes community, and secret accounts made by his friends.

i headcanon izuku to be that kind of person that watches all the tiktoks he sees on his fyp. if he doesn’t agree with the tiktok, he won’t give it a like, and he’ll continue scrolling. sometimes he’ll comment and disagree nicely

with that being said, he’s flattered and surprised when he sees his face on the fyp. because one— he assumes his techniques’ being complimented and who wouldn’t like that?, definitely not izuku

and two— he never viewed himself to be SUPER attractive even though he is

but that’s all thrown out the window, the more he watches the tiktok— and he’s dumbfounded, infuriated, and MORTIFIED when he finishes watching.

it was a tiktok with 3000 likes, of a girl he’s never laid his eyes on, slandering and insulting you— Y/N L/N, out of all people. because to him, there’s nothing about you that can be hated on for no reason.

‘sure,’ he thinks, ‘you can’t please everybody, but this is too much.’

because “izuku’s such a freckled cutie, i wanna date him so baddd, but ugh, what’s with the girlfriend?? so lame, boring, and there’s no chemistry. i’d be better than her.” is NOT, and WILL NEVER be a valid reason to him.

also, the fact that the girl called him ‘izuku’ instead of ‘deku’ made him go 😃🤨❓because ONLY HIS MOM, AND Y/N CAN CALL HIM THAT 🗣‼️

it also alarmed him that 3000 people actually liked the tiktok, considering that there was a lot of unnecessary hate. you two don’t even know this person 🗿

so y’know how bakugou made a new account, and made it clear that it was very much him saying those things? izuku does the exact opposite.

makes a new account. private, no profile picture, or bio— but his username is STOPHATINGONYN 💀

he did this because he didn’t want to bring any of his personal drama on his main account— which is for his hero analytic stuff, and his usual fanboying.

and second of all— you, and all his other friends follow him there, the last thing izuku wants is for you to see that kind of stuff.

he doesn’t care if you’re headstrong, or meek. your freckled boyfriend thinks no one should see that kind of shit. especially when it’s told by a stranger

finds the girl slandering you, and begins to comment a bunch of lengthy and short things on the video.

“hi— what do you have against Y/N??” “have you met them both?? izuku and Y/N??” “why are the insults so personal??” “why do people agree with this??” “YOU’RE SO WRONG THOUGH???”

and honestly, it’s extremely obvious that it’s izuku midoriya commenting all that stuff— no one would spam the comment section, the way izuku did.

girl really thought it was just a random Y/N fanboy, and continued making fun of you— so izuku had to resort of something else

infuriated, he stitches the video, waves with a smile to prove that it’s him— then explains and tells her why she’s so, so wrong. the stitch is 2 minutes long, but he managed to speak everything needed💀

“in short— i’m not sorry, but i’m not at all interested. so, i’ll have to pass up on your request. i hope this was informative.” then he smiles, as if he didn’t absolutely roast her alive, and verbally obliterate her 💀 oh, and his smile was very passive aggressive

the caption simply says “my s/o solos :))” and he literally TAGS the girl, and posts the stitch

he logs out, and doesn’t think too much of it— BUT THE TIKTOK GAINS ATTENTION, BECAUSE I GUESS IT ENDED UP ON EVERYONE’S FYP?? AND SUDDENLY EVERYONE’S SEEING HER VIDEO AND SLANDERING HER BACK

‘man he didn’t even need to use 3 minutes to absolutely ratio you’ ‘YOU MADE IZUKU MIDORIYA MAD LOLL’ ‘sooo embarrassing 😬 this was well deserved. great response, deku!’

in the common room, all of your classmates were applauding the green haired boy for his response. you decide to ask him about it, when you two walk back to your dorm

“oh, nothing special really,” he smiles innocently, “you’ll find out in a bit. but that’s not important, so don’t worry about it.” 😃

you found the tiktok a week later, and you were honestly intrigued, amazed 💀 you took him out for a date because of that

likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing and i do not profit off of my hobby

do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, or use my works for audio readings without permission :))

[bellafragolina]

I am not a Laventon fan club member necessarily (Though you all are managing to win me over pretty quickly) , but headcanons for him with a " This is the most specialest man in the entire world and if you don't fuck ing cheer and clap when he comes into this room I'm gonna have to set fire to this entire place" type of hypeman SO? Someone who will NOT stand for any slander of this man at all.

Just imagining Adaman being EXTRA respectful when he meets him again and Melli suddenly learning about human decency (looking extremely nervous tough) when he comes in. "... Dear does anyone else seem on edge today?" "No idea what you're taking about.

Yessss that's me anon this is literally just headcanons about me with my love <3

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Laventon isn't sure what to think. He's surprised to find that everyone is being surprisingly respectful of him and his work, even Warden Melli, who is never respectful. He appreciates the interest and the politeness of course, and makes sure to tell his guests that whenever they come by, but he's not sure what's caused the sudden change of heart

He asks you, but you just shrug and tell him maybe everyone finally realized what a treasure he was, like you. He blushes and kisses your cheek, thanking you for the kind words, then thinks a moment. He asks if you said anything to them, but you just cock your head

And then you start reciting a fifteen page essay you've written on why your boyfriend is the most amazing, most specialist man that's ever existed. Laventon regrets asking almost immediately, unable to handle the sudden tidal wave of compliments. He makes a mental note to apologize to his guests for your behavior next he sees them, even if this is very flattering and cute of you to love him so much that you tell everyone about it

It's when Adaman makes an offhand joke about him and you glare at Adaman with the ferocity of a slighted god that Laventon realizes that maybe you weren't just telling everyone how much you loved him. He's going to have to have a talk with you, isn't he?

He appreciates the protection, but you don't have to go out of your way for him. He can take a few hits to his pride. It's your opinion he really cares about, and he's well aware of your opinion of him. No, love, he doesn't need a reminder, please it's nearly midnight

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I would stand on a soap box in Jubilife and recite that essay given the chance. Also, anon, can I get you a club teeshirt or a commemorative pin?

~Renee

[weenis-beenis]

Not-So Lonely Room

Werewolf!Jud Fry x F!Reader

Chapter 3

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Word Count: 3553

18+ Minors DNI

Tags (for the whole fic): Werewolf AU, Fix-it, Fix-HIM, Laurey and Curly and Eller slander here, Suicidal Thoughts, Discussion of suicide, Abuse Involving Food, Restriction of Food, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Smut, Some Canon Dialogue, Slightly Altered for Ease of Reading, Blood and Injury, Bathing/Washing, Intimacy, Scent Kink, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex

Note: Special thanks to @molina-fix for beta-ing this fic

“Hey! ‘F there’s anybody out ‘round this yard tha’ can hear ma voice, I’d like fer you ta know that Laurey Williams is my girl! An’ she went an’ got me to ask her ta marry me!”

Jud winced. The cowboy’s hollering hit like a firm punch to the gut, nearly stole the breath from his lungs. He tightened his fist around Old Eighty’s lead, trying to wrangle the gnashing, clawing thing in his chest, the one screaming to be let out, to take over, while he untied the rope from its post. He’d been wrestling with the thing all night and now he had to try and quell the pit forming in his stomach, the hollow feeling eating him from the inside out. He wasn’t to set foot on Eller’s property ever again, but he thought about going back just one last time, his eyes glazing over as he gripped the saddlehorn.

He thought about the hook.

He thought about the rope.

And then there was that damn pang in the back of his skull, that sharp pain that told him he was done for. His hands began to shake. It always started in his hands. He braved a look at them, felt the tingling ache in his fingers before the dark hairs began to sprout from his knuckles, the telltale headache finally settling in and blurring his vision. Swallowing, he tried to tamp down everything that threatened to spill out, but it was no use. Anger he could fight against, he was too hot headed to let that get the best of him anymore. But this wasn’t anger. Anguish and sorrow gripped at his heart, felt like it was choking him. His body was heavy and hollow. He huffed out a broken breath, fighting, however uselessly, against the twitch in his neck.

He thought about his miserable little shack.

Maybe he’d go through with it this time.

A tap on his shoulder nearly made him lose what little composure he had left. And he turned himself around, scowling at whoever it was that snuck up on him, puffing out his chest and drawing those thick brows low over his eyes.

“What d’you want?” He growled, loomed over the poor soul that decided to find him in such a state.

The figure stumbled back, and through the haze of his pained vision, he thought he recognized them.

“Ya alright, Jud?”

You. He remembered you, remembered your voice, wracked with nerves as it was. His glower stayed, but he took a step backward, bumping into his horse. “What d’you care for?” he spat.

Something was wrong with him. His eyes were glassy, distant, and his movements were near animalistic. It made the hairs stand up on the back of your neck, and you nervously fiddled with your hands as you looked up at him. What did you care for, indeed?

Heat bloomed on your cheeks, a strange mess of haunting unease and childlike bashfulness stirred within you as you spilled to him what had been bothering you since the first day you had arrived on the territory. “I jus’ don’ think it’s right, how they been treatin’ you ‘round here.” Those glassy eyes softened for a moment. “I don’ think yer bad like they say, least I hope not. Ain’t nobody treat you right t’night. Laurey ‘specially ain’t treat you right.”

And, for a long while, Jud just stared at you, stared and said nothing, until you saw a slight twitch to his lip and it was like his whole body gave out. He bowed his head and hung his shoulders, intimidating act melting away into something weak and pained. “Ya heard that?”

“Nah, not all of it.” You took a step forward, and he didn’t move away. “Heard her yellin’ though. Heard what she called ya. Heard her fire ya.”

He turned away, eyes wet. He looked strained.

You clasped your hands together and looked down at your feet as you asked, “Ya leavin’ then?” You forced yourself to look back at him, not wanting to miss his answer. “Gonna stick ‘round the territory, or you gone fer good?” You hoped you didn’t sound as desperate as you felt. If he was gone for good, what did you have left?

His handsome face twisted up, eyes squeezed shut and arms curling defensively around himself. “Don’ know yet,” he grit out between bared teeth.

“Look,” you took another step closer, “I jus’ wanted ta check on ya, didn’t look like anyone else was goin’ to.” You rested a friendly hand on his arm, rubbed your thumb consolingly over his long flannel sleeve.

Jud jumped like you’d struck him, and you jerked your hand back. He pulled his arm close to his chest, cradling it as though it were injured. “Leave,” he snapped, voice gravelly.

Stumbling over both your words and your feet, you backed away, nearly toppling to the ground. “I’m sorry, didn’ mean ta- I didn’ know- I-”

He curled inward, trying to recede into himself like you had seen him do before, and yet he stood taller still above you.

One too-shaky step backwards and you fell to the ground, landing hard on your ass and the palms of your hands, eyes wide as you watched him flex and groan, his muscles straining and face contorting in pain. “Jud, I-” Your voice cracked, scared, helpless as he, now undeniably, grew before your eyes.

“Go!” He snarled, a last-ditch effort in sparing you before he caved and let the pain wash over him in a blinding, deafening wave.

But you were stuck, frozen in terror, body unwilling to move as you watched his body come apart.

He roared, an agonized sound that made your insides twist and tears prick your eyes. His body stretched and warped, clothes stretching, splitting, shredding open to reveal skin quickly covered by thick, black fur. There were sounds between his wails, nauseating pops as the bones in his arms and legs elongated, skin growing taut over them until it tore open. And they just kept on growing, pushing past raw muscle and flesh. Tremors and sobs wracked your body as you watched his body mangle itself, snapping, tearing, screaming.

You had to fight against your churning stomach as his face began to split apart too, opening up along those lines, which you were now certain were scars. Try as you might to look away from the open wound that the whole of his face had become, you couldn’t tear your eyes away, couldn’t even blink as you watched the bones of his mouth and nose fusing to form a muzzle, his anguished cries turning into pitiful whines. Flesh and dark fur grew around his now deeply inhuman form, carefully wrapping around all exposed tissue and bone until a wolf-like beast stood before you.

The edges of your vision had gone fuzzy, left lightheaded and hardly able to get yourself to your feet. You were trembling when he finally looked down at you, the not-so distant lights from the party reflecting in his eyes. Your already frantic heart seized in your chest as you peered into those cold eyes. You lost all feeling in your hands, waiting for the monster to clamp down on you with those massive jaws.

Nothing happened.

You both stared at one another, the silence between you filled by the booming music coming from the other side of the farmhouse.

You swallowed but it caught in your throat, the tension rising with each passing second until you feared your heart might burst.

You spoke, voice scratchy, terrified that he’d snap first if you didn’t. “Jud?”

He moved suddenly, and, for a split second, you were certain your end had come, but instead he turned, and bolted off on all fours into the night.

Sucking in a deep, relieved gasp of air, some of the tension left your body, but not much. For a moment you simply watched him run, trying to grapple with what you had seen, a part of you worried you had simply lost your mind. But you turned your head and saw Jud��s horse still standing there, strangely calm. You looked back out and saw his dark figure running through Skidmore’s fields.

“Ah, hell!” You stood and grabbed the horse’s lead, stomping your foot indignantly. “Damn it, damn it, damn it!” You were gonna chase after him.

With what last little bit of sense you still had left in you, you snatched up his tattered clothes from the grass and stuffed them into his saddlebag. The last thing he needed now was for someone else to find those and start spreading worse rumors. You put that strange trinket from before in the bag too, it having tumbled out of his pocket in the chaos.

Struggling onto the high stirrup, you threw your legs over the saddle and mounted the behemoth of a horse, your skirts hiking up your ass in a rather unladylike way, and set off at a gallop after him. You had to squint in the dark to keep an eye on his near black form sprinting through the fields, the humid summer air making you sweat and wheat whipping at your heels. You called out to him again and again, but he never slowed, only picking up his pace as you drew in closer. The horse was fast but Jud was faster, and eventually, you lost him.

But you were almost certain you knew where to find him.

You recognized the direction you had been following him in, and you figured, in his panic, it would be the only place he’d think to go to.

It took you a minute to find it once you were on Eller’s property, having never been to the smokehouse in your many visits, but you knew it as soon as you saw it. That nausea returned as you approached the place Jud called home, mixing with a new wave of dread that worsened with every step closer to the decrepit shack. The door, barely clinging to its hinges, was half opened, but you couldn’t make out anything inside it in the dark of the night.

You dismounted the horse just outside, patting her neck as thanks before turning back to the shack. It was a miserable little building, unease settling in your bones as your fingers grazed over the rotting wood. You shuddered to think that anyone would have to live in such conditions, especially all on their own.

The floorboards creaked and those rusted door hinges squeaked as you slowly crept in, tense and ready to fly out the door if anything pounced at you from the dark. Nothing came, and you allowed yourself to relax ever so slightly as you came to stand in the middle of the room.

Moonlight slanted through the large slats between the boards of the ceiling, barely illuminating the dismal space and the large plumes of dust wafting through it. You took a moment to look around, your eyes adjusting to the dark. There were gaps and knotholes in every single plank of the smokehouse, uncared for, left to rot, just like the man who lived in it.

Tools and other odds and ends were strewn about the place. Your eyes landed on a rope sitting on the rickety table in the corner of the room, tied into a noose. You stared for a moment, and suddenly it all went cold. You forgot yourself, what you were doing. Just how long had it been sitting there, tied like that?

A growl snapped you back into your time and space, made you jump and whip your head to the opposite corner of the room. There he was, his massive figure curled up beside the bed. Big glowing eyes reflected the moonlight back at you, haunting and stark against the near pitch black of his fur. Your gaze flickered to the window beside you, looking at the sky for the first time that night.

No full moon.

Cautiously, you made your way towards Jud, yes, still Jud, you reminded yourself before taking a steadying breath. Your nervous eyes flitted about, and focused in on the pictures tacked to the wall to distract yourself. You flushed, dropped your gaze back to him, pointedly ignoring the images of women in various states of undress adorning the walls.

You couldn’t help your trembling as you neared. It was Jud, it was Jud. The idea seemed ludicrous, stupid even, as you neared him. Jud, you repeated to yourself, looking at his fur, Jud, his claws, there’s a man in there somewhere, his muzzle, I know there is.

You reached out your hand, soft and vulnerable, offered it plainly to him. His lips curled back into a snarl, those razor-sharp teeth bared in an obvious threat. You stiffened, trying to ease your breathing despite the panic coursing through you. You  wouldn’t, couldn’t show fear. He’d been treated like a monster for far too long.

He growled as you took another step forward. This was a terrible idea, a reckless and stupid idea. Those claws could tear you to ribbons. Those teeth could cut right through you. You could die. Easily. But another look into those shining eyes and you strengthened your resolve, remembering the warm brown that you were so fond of hiding just underneath. You knew there was a man in there somewhere, and not just a man but a good man, you’d felt it in your gut for a while now. Even if nobody else could see it, even if he couldn’t see it, you knew.

“Jud-” hardly a foot away now- “Come on back home with me now. Please.”

His posture softened, if just a bit.

You almost completely closed the distance between you, fingertips inches from his mouth. “I wanna make sure yer safe t’night.”

His eyes shone like they were wet, and you stood, waiting, until he finally reached out, hesitantly offering his clawed and furry hand out to you. You grasped it tightly, warmly, and pulled him up. “I’ll take care of ya,” you whispered as he stood on shaky legs.

His breathing was labored and he leaned on you for support as you brought him back to his horse. It took you longer than you would’ve liked to heft him onto the horse and arrange yourself so that you could both sit on the saddle. Thankfully, she really was a big horse, big enough to support the both of you, and she didn’t seem disturbed by her owner’s beastly appearance. In fact, once you thought about it, she hadn’t seemed to care all that much when he had transformed right next to her either. Must’ve been used to him then.

You pointed her in the direction of your property and set off much slower than before, thankful that your house wasn’t too far from Eller’s, and quietly thanked God for the dark cover of the night, cloaking you and the half-wolf man draped over your shoulder as you rode through the back fields of several neighbors’ property.

He was heavy, really heavy, and it made the trek all the more strenuous on you, and probably his poor horse, than you would’ve liked. But you felt his exhaustion, and let him be. You also felt how he tried not to rest the whole of his weight on you, and it was much appreciated, though he was still a lot to carry. His head rested on your shoulder, his snout next to your cheek, puffing wet breath on your skin. He didn’t smell too awful good either.

Without a word, you reached back and stroked some of the thick fur behind his ear, stomach tightening at the little whimper he gave before relaxing into your touch. His low humming rumbled through you both. The grateful response tugged on your heartstrings, and you decided to continue with your soothing pets the rest of the way home, despite the extra weight leaning on you.

You allowed yourself one small indulgence, with the adrenaline easing from your body and exhaustion settling in, to rest your head against his. His fur, as unkempt as it was, was still warm and soft on your cheek, and you were content in this small, sleepy affection.

The peace was broken with the rasp of your name against your ear, and you jumped for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

“Oh Christ, what?” You clutched your hand over your frantically beating heart.

“Tha’s yer name, ain’t it?”

You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. “Yeah.” You were surprised and flattered that he had remembered your name. “I didn’ think ya could talk like this.”

He merely grunted in response, sniffling the cooling night breeze. “Gonna rain.”

You looked up into the dark sky, littered with twinkling stars. Not a cloud in sight.

“You sure ‘bout that?”

He grunted again, resting his head back on your shoulder. Guess so.

He didn’t speak again until you were on your property, approaching your quaint little farmhouse, which suddenly felt like a mansion after having seen that smokehouse. “Ya live all on yer lonesome?” He mumbled.

“Yep.” You stopped the horse by the rail of your porch, easing Jud with great effort off of her and up against it. You hitched her up to the rail. “Moved out here ‘few weeks ago” you explained, getting him to sling an arm over your shoulder and hauling him towards the front door. “Got tired ‘a city life, an’ thought it’d be nice ta get a fresh start.” The short walk to the door took quite a while as you inched your way forward. Large, dark clouds rolled in on the distant horizon. Guess it was going to rain.

“Ah, right.”  You couldn’t be certain, but his voice was sounding a little bit more normal, less gravelly. Just barely though. “I ‘member ya from the shop. Yer a nurse, ain’tcha?”

You strained to help him up the short step to the porch. “Yep.”

“We already got a doctor ‘round these parts, why’ anybody come to you?”

He hadn’t meant anything by it, honestly, and you knew as much. It was a decent enough question, and it didn’t bother you. Still, you saw him wincing in your periphery.

“They come-” You opened the door with great struggle and pulled him into the cozy and dark living room, the both of you sighing in relief as he dropped onto the small couch. You kicked the door closed and leaned back against a wall, taking a moment to catch your breath and roll your sore shoulders before stating rather matter-of-factly, “Cause I’m cheaper.” You lit the kerosine lamp on the end table beside him, casting the small room in its warm orange glow.

He hummed, seemingly satisfied with your answer, and sunk into the cushions. He closed his eyes and took long, deep breaths. He was turning back, slowly, very slowly, but surely. His face was starting to look more like the Jud you knew, arms and legs much more human-looking. You turned to grab him a glass of water from the kitchen, but his voice stopped you.

“Since yer a nurse-” He sat up with a groan, clawed hand holding his side. “Would ya mind lookin’ at this fer me?” There was red on his palm when he pulled it away.

You were at his side in an instant, dropping to your knees and digging your hands into his fur. It was nasty and matted and hard to part, but you found the injury after just a moment of searching.

    “Ah, hell, Jud!” You gasped, eyes wide.

    The gash was massive, running from just under his armpit all the way down to his hip.

    “Think it opened back up t’night,” he said. “Was all dried up yesterday.”

    You stood, wiping your hands on your skirt without thought, overly aware of the grime that now coated them. “Ya need to wash yerself or tha’s gonna get infected.”

    He sighed, falling back against the cushions. “Cain’t ya jus’ patch it up fer me? It’ll be fine.”

    His fur was in miserable shape. It was smelly and knotted and dirty. And it wasn’t like he was very clean before he turned either. He was a farmhand, usually caked in dirt and god knows what else at any given time. He hadn’t been taking care of himself, that had been evident enough. You had seen that shack. Jud was festering, and he needed help. Nobody else was going to give it to him.

    Crossing your arms and setting your jaw, you stood firm in front of him. “Ya need a bath.”

    “What you mean?”

    “Means yer gettin’ a bath.” You turned and walked into the kitchen without waiting for a response. “Now, sit there an’ rest while I get it ready for ya.”

    You turned on another lamp on the dining table. The tub sat on the opposite end of the room from you, empty, and you sighed. Of course you couldn't have known how your evening was going to play out, but you still really wished you had had the foresight not to empty it after your own bath earlier. “This’ll take a while now,” you called over your shoulder, “So get comfortable.”

[kipandkandicore]

Honey, I am so sorry for the slander people are spreading about you because you’re trying to be not racist. Thank you for making POC voices more visible in our community.

we… just found out about this. it has us sick, tbh. we’re trying to cobble together a response in a separate draft.

we want to continue to stand up against racism however we can. wrt tulpacourse, our goal has always been to speak up for poc and center their voices this discussion. we are trying to learn how to center their voices in discussion in general, in all areas of our lives.

it hurts so much to see folks making baseless assumptions about us rather than come to us directly. we’ve always tried to have discussions in good faith.

but to learn folks are going around their own block to read our posts, then misconstrueing them to claim we’ve been attacking and falsely reporting a user when that’s just not true, not even @ ing us in the post where they reference us by name, no less…

idk it has us in a really bad place. we’re pretty shaken up about this tbh.

[sixosix]

in honour of you hitting 900 can i request a fic where gojo, art, you and i slander @mitzimania ???? thank you in advance!!!

(mitzi if you’re reading this i l*ve you i don’t mean it)

cw, VIOLENCE!!!!! minor character death because mitzi is not a main characger, dksmp spoilers

it is a normal day… UNTIL IT ISNT!!!! mitzi stops at the sight of art, six, earf, and gojo satoru who somehow isn’t boxed, standing before them.

“your time has come,” art says, pulling out a sword that has ‘fungus slayer’ printed on it. it is an exorcism!!!! the betrayal…

“throughout heavens and earth you alone are the honored one to be a flat ass beta!” six says, and then pow pow 💥 double whammy

“LOL,” ewarth says, clapping. earf is too busy studying to be slaying mitzi

“mitzi mania, you are so stinky and foot sniffer,” gojo says, red and blue-ing mitzi to their death.

[fallenwingzero]

Favorite and least favorite Gundam Wing character and why?

Oh no Anon, you're going to make me have to choose between Heero and Relena for my favourite character aren't you 😂. As much as I want to choose Heero I think I definitely have to go with Relena for also being my "most inspirational" character.

As a kid, Relena was always my favourite character (to the point where I based most of my female oc's after her lol). Watching the "Just Love" ending back in the day on Toonami made me want to be her lmao, and I always waited for episodes where she appeared.

In fact, despite Gundam Wing being a Shonen, I always felt like she was the main character (before the space arc) since she feels like she's the one driving the plot as well as the one looking for answers.

In terms of being inspirational, her kindness and strength are traits that I always try to apply to myself (as cheesy as that sounds 😅) and even recently during a Very Bad Time :TM: I was constantly asking myself "what would Relena do?" to get through the stress of constant conflict and honestly it worked. I managed to help resolve the conflict whilst also standing up for what I believed without taking slander towards myself too personally.

I honestly don't have a least favourite Gundam Wing character though? I like them all, even the ones with the most deplorable actions XD.

If I had to choose based on "most deplorable actions" though then my least favourite would be Odin Lowe.

Sure, he tells Heero to "do what his emotions tell him" which ends up being something Heero lives by, but the guy still teaches a 6-8 year old how to be a hired hitman, and spends much of his training taunting Heero for not knowing his own name and identity as well as losing everything he loved... Like wtf dude???

Then in Frozen Teardrop he's revealed to be Heero's father so "Dad of the f***ing year" I guess??? He could have told Heero his real name but decided against it for safety reasons or whatnot, but still, give the kid a break please.

But I do love a good Trash Dad :TM: character, so he's more like "Least favourite character (affectionate)"

Thank you for the ask anon!