#i'm 80% kidding she loves knuckles

[starsweepers]

maddie at sonic: son

maddie at tails: baby boy

maddie about shadow: he's just a little guy

maddie at knuckles:

[xoxo-sarah]

Girls Like Girls

Could be read as part 2 to Difficult but can also be read on its own.

↝a/n: Hayley Kiyoko? Yes, please.

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x FEM!reader

↝Warning: 80's, homophobia, kissing, physical altercations (getting punched), suggestive?, breaking up, Douchebag! boyfriend from Difficult , not proofread

↝⎙ 4.23.23

"Stay away from her, Robin. I'm serious."

Steve had his hands on his hips, staring at the girl who was covering up the purple marks on her neck. He had told her a million times 'stay away from her. She's trouble.' with his hands on his hips like always. She found it funny, how he looked like a dad scolding his kids. The picture was funny, but the words never stuck with her. You were like a drug. She had to keep going back for more, ignoring the shoulder of the man you were hanging off of. No matter how close you were to him, your eyes were always connecting with hers, watching her every move, A stupid smile on your face.

She watched. It's all she could do. In public, at least. In private, your hands explored everywhere. Soft whines and smiles mixed into kisses ended in you tho dancing around the sheets, under the covers as if hiding from the outside world. The world where you two were just friends. Where you two have never kissed, never explored each other's bodies, never mapped out every curve of the other.

Robin had tried explaining to Steve, you were different, your situation was different. You couldn't leave. You wanted to. God, you've shown her how much you wanted to leave the douchebag far too many times for you to not mean it. The thing is, Steve will never know the feeling. The feeling of having to hide who you love in fear of how other people will react. He'll never have random people screaming slurs at him as he walked by, hand in hand with his girlfriend. He'll never have to fear getting disowned for simply loving someone. Steve could only watch from the outside, where he saw someone cheating and his poor friends being in the middle of it. He despised you before you even met. Steve watched as Robin had covered up plenty of hickeys, knowing you didn't care how many you left, as long as you were untouched. Robin knew why you did it, he never could. You expressed your need and love for her all over her body in bruising kisses and licks, whereas Robin would bring into a bone crushing kiss.

"Steve,"

Here it goes. The conversation. The same one they have every. Single. Time. It got old after the second time.

"No, Robin. You're setting yourself up to get hurt. She's using you."

Robin stopped her movement, glaring at him. "No, she's not! She loves me-"

"That's what her boyfriend thinks too!"

"Well he's not the one with her at night now is he?"

Before Steve could respond, there was a beating at the door. Screaming seemed to echo across the whole town.

Robin and Steve both ran out of the room and to the door.

Robin opened it, being met with a furious red face. You stood behind, your hands over his biceps, trying to pull him back. Robin noticed the tears and the old streaks on your face. Before she could think anything else, a large fist connected to her cheek. Her hand flew off the door straight to her face as you yelped, a sob racking your body. Steve caught Robin, checking her face before yelling at your pissed off boyfriend. Slurs were quite literally spit at Robin as she held her cheek. Her eyes traveled from the floor, past the two guys who were sizing each other up. She saw you trying to get past your boyfriend, into the door and to her. Watching as you finally squeezed through, heading straight for her. Hands grabbed your arm, causing another yelp. Spit flew from his mouth, drenching you as you pleaded for him to let go. By the way his knuckles turned white, Robin could tell he was squeezing your arm tighter, surely leaving bruises on your beautiful skin.

Steve threw a punch, surprising everyone, but finally getting your arm free.

Making a straight line for Robin, you gently took her hand away with your shakey ones, hiccuping as more tears poured. She just watched as you led her away from the men, straight to the bathroom. It was when the click of you locking the door was when she seemed to regain her hearing. She now hears everything scream from the stomachs of the men outside the door. She now felt the pain in her cheek, now felt the tears rolling down her face from the pain.

Instead of a blanket protecting you two from the world, it's now a bathroom door.

There wasn't a word said as you grabbed tissue, wet it, and cleaned her cheek. It wasn't until you threw the tissue away that your lips stopped trembling for a slip second. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, you didn't punch me." Although Robin let a chuckle escape, there was no humor in her words. There wasn't enough room for it. She regretted trying to humor you as more tears gathered at your Waterline, your lip going back to trembling. "Hey, hey."

Bringing a hand up to your cheek, her heart sank as you slightly flinched away. She kept her hand there, caressing, as the coldness of her rings seemed to lull you out of a near panic attack.

"I'm sorry I brought you into this- he just- he found. I'm sorry." You whispered, staring at the scratch on her cheek. He just had to wear one of his rings. So many words gathered at your throat, never leaving- Just simply feeling like a lump there.

"How did he figure it out?" It was just you two, whispering as she held your face, your hands ghosting at her sides.

"One of his friends saw you leaving out of the window. Saw the hickeys and everything. God, I'm so stupid. I'm so, so sorry."

The screaming outside seized, but neither of you moved. Not even when the front door slammed shut.

"It's okay, Honey, I promise. Whatever he does next we can deal with." Robin was scared, of course. Her hand were shaking against your face. Your boyfriend was well-known. You and him were supposed to live a long life together; have kids and grow grey, according to everyone else. Robin listened as you had complained about him way before you two had done anything. After all, you two were friends before everything. It was probably middle school when you two met and became inseparable.

When you had shared a surprise kiss that Robin had indicated, she wanted to kick herself, going to move away before you brought her back into your grasp. Robin would play that moment in her head constantly, mostly when you two weren't together. Little does she know, that moment plays in your head too. When you lay in bed, a smile ghosting your lips, before it plummets when the bed dips. Acting asleep as an alcohol drenched breath moves beside your face as he mumbles shit that you don't care to decipher.

"I didn't want it to end this way." The guilt felt like it would suffocate you in one of the upcoming days. You dreamt about the day where you told your boyfriend- ex boyfriend how you felt, how he made you feel. You never would've thrown her under the bus.

Cold fingers grazed up your arm, stopping at the spot Robin saw his grip. Folding up the sleeve, she inspected the red fingerprints. Her jaw clenched, only for a second, before she was reminded of her own injury. "He's such a pussy." Indeed, he was.

"Robin, I love you. If I knew this would be how it went down-"

"Would you have not kissed me back? Cause, personally, I'd get hit a thousand and two times if it meant I get to kiss you freely."

A huff of anxiety exits through your mouth, a smile tugging at your skill frowning lips. Oh how she wanted to kiss that frown off your face for it to never be seen again as long as she lived. "You draw the line at a thousand and two, huh?"

Now it was Robin's turn to huff out a little laugh, bringing you closer, making sure not to touch the hurt arm. Her lips took your bottom one in-between them, rolling against each other in a pace you both have grown to know. "God, I love you so much, it hurts."

After a few more stolen kisses, you opened the door, being met with Steve sitting at the kitchen table, a beer discarded in front of him and a pack of peas against his knuckles. He glanced over, eyes softening as he saw your conjoined hands. "That dude is a total dick."

Robin walked over, inspecting Steve's very own soon-to-be black eye.

"On the bright side, we look so badass. Put some sunglasses on with a leather or jean jacket and no one will mess with us."

•2021-2024 by xoxo-sarah on Tumblr•

•My work is not to be translated, copied, modified, and/or reposted on any other site without my permission. [!I don't give permission!]

[katyawriteswhump]

Bed of Roses (steddie love month, day 17)

For @steddielovemonth, Day 17 prompt: Love is about a hand reaching out to you so you don't get lost (@yournowheregirl ) Thank you <3

Rating: M. CW: prostitution, unwanted kink/abuse/pet-names (NOT between Steddie) alcoholism, substance abuse. Tags: rockstar Eddie, rent-boy Steve, make-up fic, angst, shameless perversion of Bon Jovi lyrics. WC: 2,000.

...

“'Cause a bottle of vodka's still lodged in my head…”

In his dressing room, pre-show, Eddie grasped his second bottle of vodka in an unsteady hand.

“…and some blonde gave me nightmares; I think that she’s still in my bed.”

This was NOT GOOD. Eddie had gotten sap-fest Bon Jovi lyrics slithering around his brain. He couldn’t for the life of him remember his own lyrics.

“Hey, Amigo,” he announced to the vodka. “I got a venue of ten thousand to entertain, and you’re literally my Obi-Wan—my only hope.” He caressed the bottle’s label. “80% proof, huh, Baby?” 

I’m serious, Eddie, you’ve had enough. You WANT to follow Kurt Cobain into the 27-Club?

Riiiight. That was not a Bon Jovi lyric. That sounded more like Steve Harrington, in sensible-parent mode, hands planted on his slender hips.

The tears struck fast. Eddie clonked the bottle onto the dressing table then followed it, pressing his heavy head to the glass.

He seriously didn’t want to die. However, he was so through with this life. Of any life, without Steve. The cavity where his heart once lay veered between grating emptiness and an unbearable pain. 

His fingers twitched toward the bottle. Screw it, the show must go on, and he’d lost his only light in the darkness…

“… as I dream about movies, they won't make of me when I'm dead.” 

That still wasn’t one of his own darn lyrics. In fact, he couldn’t remember a single goddamn word of any of Corroded Coffin’s songs.

A sharp knock on the dressing-room door had him squealing like a little piggy. An old guy poked his head in.

“Who the hell are you?”

“You hired me, Mr Munson. Dirk Gordon—Private Dick?” 

“Ah… Yeah, so I did.” Eddie’s rotten heart hammered way too fast. “Have you..?"

“Yes, Mr Munson. I believe I’ve found him.”

…

“What do you mean, you're not gonna pay me?” Steve wrapped his arms tight around himself. The only heating in his boss’s rundown office came from the guy’s endless chain of cigarettes. “I spent the whole evening simpering at that old dragon. You told me she liked music—I talked music endlessly.”

“You yammered on about some death-metal garbage. She likes Wagner.”

Steve wrinkled his nose. “What’s Wagner? That crusty old film-star?”

“Oh, Steve, Steve, Steve. What am I gonna do with you?” His boss sauntered around the desk and hooked an arm around him.

Jesus, you stink.

“You’re good-looking, kid, you’re charming, but you simply can’t cut it with that kind of high-end client.”

“She seemed happy.” Steve shrugged his shoulders, failing to shake the guy off him. “She paid you, right?”

“Not the full whack, and you got a fancy meal out of the bitch. Look, I’ll give you your cut, if you do better tonight.”

He squeezed the back of Steve’s neck. Steve tried not to shudder. When his boss produced a piece of paper and wedged it down the back of Steve’s skin-tight jeans, he stopped trying to hide his revulsion.

“Details are all there. He’s a banking exec, early forties—no more dinners and dances with Doris, you’re spending the night at his house.”

A dry lump clogged Steve’s throat. “Is he gonna want..?”

“Sex? Christ on a bike, what trade do you think you’re in?” He squeezed Steve’s butt.

“Jesus fu—” Steve bit his lip, fixed on his damp sneakers. 

“Believe me, Steve, your hair ain’t your best asset. You’re gonna have to sell that plump lil’ ass for real, sooner or later.”

Steve flinched, then schooled his features as blankly as he could. 

“This guy’s got a few kinks, but as Johns go, he’s a pussycat.” He lifted Steve’s drooping chin with his knuckles. “Show him what ya got, Sport.”

Steve couldn’t get out into the drab morning fast enough. He retrieved the paper from his underwear, shoved it in a pocket unread, then stumbled, zombie-like, into a diner. “Black coffee, please? It’s an emergency.” 

The waitress smiled. “You want breakfast, Steve?”

He shook his head, though his stomach grumbled.

He ended up slumped on the table, his face pillowed in his arms. Christ, ‘male escort’ had never seemed like a great idea, but he’d figured the pay would beat waiting tables. So how come he was still behind on his rent, and that he still couldn’t afford to eat some days, let alone buy his pain meds?

He muffled a miserable laugh in his elbow. He genuinely wished he could afford to get smashed, get high, because nothing could fill that gaping black hole of pain. Even worse, one of his fave Bon Jovi songs was playing on the radio, and SO not helping:

“Tonight I won't be alone, but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely.” Shit! He was fighting back dumbass tears already. “I got nothing to prove, for it’s you I’d die to defend.”

Why the hell did he run away? He can’t recall any reason that mattered anymore. “I’m sorry, Eddie,” he mumbled. “I miss you so much.”

Somebody touched his elbow, and he jolted up. “Sorry, hon,’” said the waitress, “we need this table for dine-in customers.”

“Right.” Steve swiped any tell-tale moisture from his cheekbones.  “I’ll clear outta your way.”

...

“Ready for playtime, Bunny Rabbit?”

Steve’s skin crawled, and his face burned. He’d gotten his head in the client’s lap, and the guy was playing with his hair. It would be tolerable, he guessed, if he’d not so often laid in Eddie’s lap like this, and… Christ, Eddie! Steve shut out the unwanted touching and began to drift. He was so beyond tired. And that song from the diner crept back:

“Now as you close your eyes, know I'll be thinking about you. While my mistress—she calls me to stand in her spotlight again…”

The pinch on his cheek startled Steve back to the present. “You kipping there, Bunny Rabbit?”

“Uh… er, sorry, Daddy.” Uuuuuuurgh! “Whatever you want, Daddy.” He dared sit up. “I’ll grab a condom and, uh… stuff.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” When Steve went to rise, his arm was grabbed, and he was held in place. “I don’t like rubbers, Cutie.”

“You heard of this thing called AIDS?” Dipshit!

Steve wrenched his arm free. The guy raised his hand and slapped him. Which wasn’t exactly out-of-the-blue, because face-slapping had been listed among this repellent son-of-a-bitch’s kinks.

“I’m paying top whack for you.” He leaned over Steve, suddenly kinda huge and scary, not least because Steve now saw double. “Your pimp said you were clean, so I’m gonna have you any way I like.”

“I… uh…” Steve kicked the bastard’s shin and shoved him hard. “Go to hell, asshole.” 

He fled out into the night, still dizzy from the blow. He pulled his mesh vest back on over his head. The icy wind bit, and he realised he’d left his only jacket behind.

“Jesus Christ! JESUS CHRIST!” He kicked a lamppost, holding back on venting the true force of his feelings. Still hurt.

He limped off up the street, fast as he could. The ache in his toes at least distracted him from the ringing in his ears. An hour later, he stumbled around the corner of his block, thinking only of throwing himself into his bed, while he still had one.

He was so close, when the hairs on the back of his neck stood suddenly on end. Through the haze of his exhaustion, he realised a car crawled up the gutter behind him.

Had Mr Happy-Slappy-Sleazebag come after him? Then again, Steve’s pursuer could be anybody. After all, he was walking through a red-light district, shivering his ass off.  Dressed like the whore I am. Hahaha!

The car pulled up right beside him. A blacked-out window rolled down.

Steve ran, turning sharp up a dark alley, then… Shit, shit, SHIT AGAIN! He was only a hundred yards from his digs, and yet he was so messed-up that he’d sprinted up a dead-end.

He nearly kicked the bricks. Instead, he punched them, as if that would blast through the solid wall. He turned about, bit his grazed fist, and sank slowly onto his haunches. 

Two figures approached up the alley, silhouetted against the lights of the street behind. Get up, Harrington! GET UP! His legs wouldn’t obey, and his breaths came only as rapid gasps. Nothing felt real anymore. Am I gonna die..? I’m gonna die!

A hand stretched out of the gloom.

Steve stared at it—at the familiar chunky silver rings, which couldn’t be real. He glanced up, and… wtf? It was Eddie, apart from it wasn’t Eddie. This dude looked more like Eddie’s ghost. Steve’s eyes fluttered closed.

Maybe I scored some Benzos after all, and totally ODd.

“Stevie?”

No mistaking that voice. If this was a trip, it was a good one. Steve pried an eye open, and Eddie’s hand was still there. Steve took it, let it help him to his feet, because… Why not? Suddenly, they were in each other’s arms, clasping each other tightly. This is real. You’re real!�� Eddie reeked of booze, and also of something devastatingly comforting and familiar. Somebody’s wretched sobs shook through them both.

“I’m s-sorry.” Steve sounded broken. “I-I honestly don't know why I left anymore. I was such an idiot.”

“No. I was the idiot. I’m sorry, too. So very fucking sorry.” Eddie sniffed hard, lifted his tear stained cheek from Steve’s shoulder. “I’ve not been doing so good without you.”

Steve blinked the moisture from his vision. He wondered if he looked as wrecked as Eddie—red-eyed and waxy pale, under the distant glimmer of the streetlamps. Probably. If he hadn't leaned against Eddie, his legs would’ve given out again.

He laughed, without knowing why. Eddie laughed too, and it warmed Steve’s soul. “Gonna be honest, Eddie—not been doing so good without you, either.”

…

When Eddie got out of rehab, Steve waited on the steps of the clinic, hand stretched out to take his. He pulled Eddie close, and then into a sweet, lingering kiss that renewed Eddie more thoroughly than even a lengthy booze-free sleep.

“I’m never going through that again,” said Eddie, his lips still brushing against Steve’s.

Not least because I never ever want to be parted from you again, even for a fortnight.

“Yeah, but you’re dry, Eddie, and you’re alive. I’d say that’s goddamn metal of you.”

They started back to the car, hands still clasped tightly. “Not gonna take credit, Stevie. You’re what got me through.”

“You might’ve got me out of a fix, so we’re even.” Steve’s sigh rode on a wistful sadness. “I mean, I was so lost. Thinking of you was all that kept me… I dunno, alive, I guess. You know, I kept on thinking about that Bon Jovi song.”

“Uh, you know how I feel about Bon J—"

Too late. Steve burst into song: “Well, I'm so far away, each step that I take is on my way home. A king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night to see through this pay-phone—”

Eddie pressed fingers to his boyfriend’s parted lips. “As much as I hate cutting you off in your prime—two teensy-weensy issues. Firstly, I had no idea where you were, and you never called! Second, what’s wrong with my blood-and-death drenched lyrics?”

Steve took Eddie’s fingers and kissed them: “Hurt too much to think about them.”

“You know what, Sweetheart? Hurt too much to sing them, without you around. Even though none of them are actually love songs.” Eddie raised his gaze to the heavens, and looped his arms around Steve. “Go figure.”

“You sure they’re not love songs? C’mon—they’re all secretly about me, right? Only coded or something. I’ll crack it one day.”

Steve’s gently mocking smile destroyed him, in the best possible way. They tumbled into a French kiss, and he resigned himself willingly to the only thing that mattered: 

“And the truth is… Baby, you’re all that I need.”

...

Thanks for reading <3 Likes, comments and reblogs always much appreciated :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on ao3).

[saberghatz]

1-70

OH MY GODODOD CRACKING MY KNUCKLES

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? YES PRETTY GOOD!!

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? My friends :')

03: Do you regret anything? Like a billion things that I won't get into here >:)

04: Are you insecure? Only on Fridays

05: What is your relationship status? SINGLE YEAAA BOIEEIEEEE

06: How do you want to die? In my sleep would be the most ideal tbh I'm down for that

07: What did you last eat? Ritz crackers and peanut butter;;.....

08: Played any sports? IN MY LIFE? YEA!! RECENTLY? UHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh

I hate playing on teams so I usually just fuck about on my own or with friends, you'll never catch me joining like actual sports teams again

09: Do you bite your nails? Surprisingly no o-o

10: When was your last physical fight? Too long ago. I'm really itching. SOMEONE PLEASE SPAR WITH ME

11: Do you like someone? I WISH I DID. FUCK.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? HEEELL NAW I'M LIKE A GRANDMA WHEN IT COMES TO GOING TO BED EARLY (against my will, i am simply a tired bitch)

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? Everyone except the people I don't hate

14: Do you miss someone? Deeply :D

15: Have any pets? I don't have any personally, but my mom has two kitties named Nikki and Tessie. When I go visit her, I get to see them too. She had them since before I moved away, so I still consider them kind of my cats :')

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? Lonely enough to do this, but also happy enough to do this

17: Ever made out in the bathroom? I thought this said 'have you ever made it out of the bathroom' and I'm like honestly no my ibs could never

On that note, no but call me

18: Are you scared of spiders? No :(

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? I'd go back to a time before I was born, definitely the 70s or 80s just to experience it for awhile.

But if I was limited to only going back in time during the years I was alive, no I would never go back. I feel like I've learned a lot over the years and I don't want to lose that progress

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? Probably the airport

21: What are your plans for this weekend? MY ROOMMATE BLAIR HAS A CHOW CHOW PUPPY AND WE'RE TAKING HER TO A DOGGIE SOCIAL ON SATURDAY. Also maybe going to an art show/mall on Sunday.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many? Zero, have you seen the state of the world??

23: Do you have piercings? How many? I have ear piercings, but I think they closed up :// I REGRET LETTING THEM CLOSE

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? Like in school? That's a lifetime ago oh god Science

25: Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes almost everybody I've ever known, whether it ended on good or bad terms. I am simply a sentimental soul with a horrible memory

26: What are you craving right now? Making out with a stranger that I know

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? @_@;;;.... yea

28: Have you ever been cheated on? No

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? PROBABLY, I'M SORRY IF SO

30: What’s irritating you right now? Social media is grating on my fucking nerves, so much so that I'm weening off insta and twitter and I've ended up back here. Right here.

31: Does somebody love you? If so lemme know

32: What is your favourite color? Pink, white, gold

33: Do you have trust issues? Fortunately not

34: Who/what was your last dream about? I think I dreamed I was Percy Jackson and I was befriending some monsters instead of killing them.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? My roommate like literally yesterday :D

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? I'd give anyone a second chance, but I don't think I'd give a third chance.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? I forgive because I don't hold grudges and then my memory is so rotten that I forget why I was mad in the first place

38: Is this year the best year of your life? ITS BARELY 2024 SO I CAN'T ANSWER YET

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 16 I think. Shout out to Solangelo

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? No but this made me realize I never have, and now I want to

51: Favourite food? I can't think of anything, so like I do at restaurant menus I'll default to chicken strips :)

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Yes 100%

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? shower, work on writing my fics, jerk off, draw, you decide what order

54: Is cheating ever okay? Never, unless your partner knows but then its not chEATING IS IT

55: Are you mean? Honestly maybe

56: How many people have you fist fought? Not enough (none. please. please spar with me I need to train)

57: Do you believe in true love? I believe some people believe in it and can find that for themselves. I hope I become one of them

58: Favourite weather? If I can't wear a bikini, I'm sad. But crisp Autumn mornings also hit like no other..

59: Do you like the snow? I love visiting the snow, I wouldn't want to live in the snow

60: Do you wanna get married? I haven't really thought about it lately. So currently, I guess not xD

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? Hell yea, but turn up the heat

62: What makes you happy? @hyenahijinks @yuuidflourite @comets-nix and drawing

63: Would you change your name? Some people call me Grace which I like a lot, it's my middle name tho

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? I'd totally do it, but I'd probably get that fist fight I've been begging for instead

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Been there done that, we over it and stronger than ever >:)

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? @hyenahijinks ILY bitch

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? @hyenahijinks

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? LOL MY MOM TODAY ACTUALLY

69: Do you believe in soulmates? ARE TRUE LOVE AND SOULMATES NOT THE SAME THING

70: Is there anyone you would die for? My friends and parents 100% but I'm also not like super attached to breathing to begin with so the decision would be very easy

THATS A HELL OF A WAY TO END AN ASK MEME THANK YOU FOR ASKING THESE HUMPHREY

[genderlessjacky]

yayy finally im finally done!!! I hope we are the same timezone and I didn't accidentally submit this late 😭

Holmes!! The sharpshooting Rodger with a littleee but of trust issues and I adore him . He is the kind of dad to have Pavlov's dogs himself to say "language" whenever anyone is swearing an probably owns a swear jar. But don't worry, he loves both his children equally. He may not be able to keep up with a few of the smarter Rodgers in terms of intellect but he can hold his own in a mission decently well and he's more streetsmart anyways (Holmes says in an attempt to comfort himself)

(also , Sherlock Holmes , Holmes , get it??? I'm so funny I know)

Big brother of the year award goes too... SOMEONE ELSE because it's certainly not Shrimpo "DONT KICK IN YOUR 8 YEAR OLD BABY SISTERS TEETH" Rodger . He pretends to not care and at times he really doesn't. It's giving Dipper pines meets bakugo (which I'm not sure if that's accurate because I have only seen like , 2 seasons of MHA) meets knuckles and with a sprinkle of abandonment issues . It took him a decently long time to warm up to his adoptive family but it was all worth it (sort of)

(when I tell you I really did try my best to come up with an Augmented Ability for him 😭 I hope this isn't too OP...)

Edit : nvm , Shrimpo uses 80% of his energy instead and that it effects a whole area of twisteds around him , like it effects any twisteds who hear it even if he direct it at them , and that it can be mixed , like a twisted brightney and Gigi can run away while the rest start CHASING him

The baby of the family!! The one who Shrimpo taught how to swear!! Toodles!! She occasionally gets an existential crisis because of her ability but it's finee. She warmed up the fastest to people, this social little scumbag is the sole reason why her brother is NOT fully social inept

Edit: SO sorry that I'm changing my mind this much but I'd like to add like , she can just duplicate only parts of herself for way less energy, like she can duplicate just an arm as a emergency weapon for 7% energy and only her head to use as a projectile weapon for 9% energy ectect and ofc they will still hurt but yes she can duplicate multiple

(Another idea of an Augmented Ability I have to her is basically beginners luck in a larger scale , she can boost a random 'stat' of her fellow toons in a certain radius by 20% and it reduces her own energy by 20% but I went for this one instead but if you think the duplicate thing is too overpowered, feel free to use this :))

more beneath the cut <3 (pls read I spent SO much time on these doodles)

An idea I have for their background:

If it matches the lore , I'd say they joined an operation that wasnt gardenview, a different operation that was far more weaker and far away from said Gardenview , Holmes and a couple of others were the sole survivors of the weaker operation after they got overwhelmed by a large Wave of twisteds . Shrimpo and Toodles were the few survivors of their own operation being taken over by Twisteds . After Holmes wandered for about 3 months he met Shrimpo and Toodles and the journey begins there . They reach Gardenview in about, I'd say two - three and a half years

Please ignore that fact that it's disgustingly obvious that I have practically never done digital art before 😞🙏

Pov: a single father of two rediscovers what coffee is (don't read the text too closely 😞, I mostly copy pasted a theory about ichor that I really liked and added a bit of details myself , I know I'm lazy I'm sorry)(also ignore that Cosmo said E-1, I rrly want him and his kids to be in D-1 🙏)

I have a mini comic I'm in the middle of drawing of how Shrimpo and Toots would work together in an actual mission and I'll reblog said comic on this post after I finish it and hope and pray you actually see it 😢

Fun facts about them (I'll probably add more when it's not , midnight)

In terms of fighting, I'd say Shrimpo is definitely melee and short ranged, if I decide to give him weapons it will definitely be very Vi from arcane coded

Rodger is defo long ranged sharp shooter, a sniper sort of guy , if he had to fight up close he could hold his own but he would mostly rely on his robot arm

Toodles is more agile think, very sonic or Spiderman esk , jumping around and dodging/ luring the twisteds

Rodger also has phantom pain sometimes and doesn't really know what it is (yet) so sometimes his arms just starts hurting a lot and he's like "oh, I guess that happens now" and doesn't tell anyone

Rodger got lost his arm during the incident where his old operation got destroyed

Toodles and Shrimpo have matching bite marks from eachother, it's how they differentiate eachother from a crowd

They are very "Dad said I can come!!" "YOU ARE NOT COMING ON MY DATE-" coded

honestly, I can Shrimpo tagging along with toodles and her new friends in Gardenview until he finds his own group

Rodger used to spend a lot his time researching ichor obsessively because he lost a lot of loved ones during the fall of his old operation (like a lot of the Rodgers and probably also A1 Rodger) but slowed down a LOT a while after he took in Shrimpo and Toodles

Rodger didnt know how to take care of two kids at first , it wasnt until Shrimpo almost died because of his own recklessness that he decided "hey I already lost a lot of people, I need to take care of the ones I have" and stepped up , he isn't perfect but he tries

I'd like to think Rodger gets a lot of "you took in...a SHRIMPO????" From the group of people he hangs out with

Shrimpo is a decent mechanic, like not enough that he can build a robot from scratch metal but enough that he can build a working metal arm for Holmes out of broken twisted robot parts

Also their 'last name' is Rodger , like Toodles Rodger and Shrimpo Rodger , but he only uses when they are in REAL trouble like "SHRIMPO RODGER GO TO YOUR ROOM"

Also if it matches the lore , I also like to think , to save up energy and ichor , the people running Gardenview saw them come in , clinging onto eachother and went "huh... they seem close" and put Toodles and Shrimpo in the same room with a bunkbed to preserve energy , screaming matches insue

(and if you're reading this like :why are you so not normal ab them?? Well it's because I have a little brother who acts a lot like how I think toodles will act but a lot more annoying and I think I'm just projecting ngl)

@littlelightvii

Small little Event!

Hey hey, hope you’re all having a great holiday.

This little event will be running until 1.6.2025.

Im sure some of you have noticed team D and E have never been mentioned- and that’s because I’ve been waiting to host this event!

I’m choosing 11- yes 11 toons that YOU GUYS MAKE to add to Operation Ichor!

Of course, other toon submissions will show up as background characters within the comic.

Q1: How does the character sheet look?

Something like this, it being colored is optional. But I mainly just need design, personality, and ability on your sheet. Keep in mind you’re mostly choosing from the 20 in game characters (No, spoiler characters aren’t accepted, only ones in game!) and adding accessories on them.

You can make a whole team if you want too, just please keep it as one reblog if you can.

Q2: Are OC Toons allowed?

Yes, but please keep in mind they have a lower chance of being chosen just because dealing with different abilities and designs gets complicated (as if the 20 toons Dandy’s world has isn’t already enough)

Here’s the sheet for those who want to join.

Please use (#opich event) and/or just reblog this post with your submission

Disclaimer:

Any toon submitted will STILL BELONG TO THE OWNER, I have no intentions of stealing your amazing creations.

Do note; with the grim nature of this story, toons die a lot and yours might as well, if you don’t want that to happen- don’t submit.

And don’t be discouraged by your art, I love all your works and you’re all super talented :).

[trisofthewild]

Tris! I don't really have anything to ask about your fic, but I love your writing style. It has a real gravitas, in your Teba/Saki/Harth fic I just really love the stuff that remains unsaid and your whole...words! There's something very high fantasy about it? But maybe that's not quite right? Anyway, I love it, and this is me getting up in your ask box and saying: talk about how your style happened!

<3

Hi Sun! Thank you very much. <3 This is an interesting question, and I'm afraid my boring answer is "I don't know, but I suspect it has a lot to do with reading and music." I was a voracious reader as a kid, and imprinted hard on the wry, clever omniscient third person narration you often see in children's classics (think Lewis Carroll, L. Frank Baum, C.S. Lewis, Roald Dahl). As a pretentious teen, I was once told by another pretentious teen that I "write with a British accent." This accent was blunted quite a bit when I got to fandom and became acquainted with the more "transparent" sort of prose that is endemic to fic, but you can see it more in my earliest fic. In fact, to liven this up a little I'm going to pull a few mile markers in my fic-writing career.

Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question is the first fic I wrote over a thousand words, in 2004. The title is an e.e. cummings quote and the epigram--there is an epigram of three different quotes--includes another cummings quote. I am 20 years old and I've read poetry for fun! Then the prose is like this:

"Good."  Lily nodded with slightly flared nostrils.  "Good, good, that's what I want.  Our mutual abhorrence of — ARG WOULD YOU PLEASE LEAVE."  She dug her fingernails into the sheets, forming bunches of savagely clawed linen in ripples 'round her knuckles, which were so white that they actually matched the plain Egyptian cotton.  James, clearly set on paying his wife's request no heed whatsoever, settled anxiously in the chair at the bedside, only to be smacked roundly over the head by the (rather hypocritical, James felt) mediwitch, who'd snuck up on him from behind brandishing a rolled-up copy of yesterday's Daily Prophet.

You can see hints of that omniscient third. You can also see, perhaps, that since my children's fantasy days I've gotten into post-war existentialism. I am 20 and my favorite books are Catch-22 and Cat's Cradle! Thus, structural fuckery: the fic is split into two alternating timelines and Harry's is in present tense and the omniscient narrator is feeling philosophical. RUN-ON SENTENCES OF EMOTION!

Each breath contains the sting of carbon dioxide, each sky holds a falling star, and every day is a disappointment.  Harry steels himself and starts again, because tomorrow, perhaps, will be better, though likely it will be worse, and next week, he might be a hero, or a coward, or a champion or a lover and he will never know until he gets there — if he gets there — so he shies away from the future and he hopes for the end and the beginning all at once, a child indignant and shrieking its first breath, a stowaway being lifted into the light.

Cut to a few years later and my prose has calmed down by at least 80%. Take A Story About the Time Pam and Karen Got Their Nails Done and Maybe Had a Little Sex (2007). No poetry; the title is literally just what it says on the tin.

The next day Roy enters the office to supposedly get some soda and really to check Pam out, by which she's obviously embarrassed and Jim is just as obviously anguished. Karen sort of feels like walking out of the office and trying to see if she can work out the details of her transfer via cell phone with Jan on the train home, but that would be pretty lame so instead she goes over to Pam's desk, smiles at Roy as he leaves the room, and asks her what place in Scranton gives good manicure.

The POV is no longer omniscient, but a tight third inside Karen's head. The narrative voice echoes the character's voice, and the tone matches the dreariness of the setting and genre.

But I like cool prose! I like fun words and rhythm and musicality. I love voice. And I love experimenting with all of these. Fic is great because it gave me a chance to try to write other people's voices:

C.S. Lewis

J.K. Rowling (not quite a fic, more of a thought experiment to prove that Dumbeldore could have been gay in the book, not just gay in an interview)

Janelle Monáe (this was a particular challenge because she is a musician, not a novelist)

I don't know if that really explains anything about how my style came to be, but basically what I think is: I read a lot. I experimented with voice and tone and rhythm. I played with structure. I tried both ends of the poetic vs. prosaic spectrum. And then I took nine years off of writing fic (and in that time wrote many academic papers and work emails). I do think I've changed as a writer since the nine-year-nap, but how exactly? Too soon to say.

[cullxtheherd]

I'm pregnant its yours!

hello anon! thank you for this delicious ask, lovely. and?? you didn’t specify and i felt like dragging this mans out so sjkfnjkdf here u go- i hope you like it!

“What?!” Charlemagne certainly doesn’t intend for his voice to hike, half strangled and he is absolutely ready to shit the bed at a moment's notice. “I mean n-n-yeah!” Although he has certainly heard her his mind sputters, inundated with what is, understandably, a heavy load of information. Hiking the muzzle of his shotgun over his shoulder he squints into the sun, unable to dodge it at this hour.

“Wait,” He releases what no man should in this situation, unable to help himself; he is on autopilot, “Are you sure?” Generally he isn’t too quick on the uptake of things, but Sharky is familiar with her enough to recognize the darkening, angered look sweeping over her features. Suddenly he is scrambling verbally, “I mean babe I  b e e n  drinkin’, like?” His face screws up, putting in a serious estimation, “TONS of Mountain Dew!”

Silence falls, blanketing his ignorance coldly and he recoils slightly, grip slackening and, like a slow-mo montage from one of his favorite, sick-nasty, action-packed 80s flicks that seem to hit constant rotation at his place: Charlemagne feels the butt of the gun slip out of his grip, eyes quicker than his hands as it falls, safety off towards the dirt-and-gravel drive. Some kind of dormant, forgotten hackey sack skills kick in and he kicks, leg jutting out and able to deflect the business end before it discharges.

Birds nearby take off, the beating of their wings vying against the passing of a roaring ATV. Charlemagne swallows roughly as the break lines squeal in surprise over his shoulder and he can hear the driver, “What the fuck was that?!” Several, long moments pass before he can hear the off road vehicle start up again, “Saw my life flash before my eyes…” 

“Hurk says-” He tries to break the tense silence between them but she interjects.

“FUCK what Hurcules has to say, Sharky!” She barely waits a beat, annoyed and rightfully so, “You nearly killed me just now!”

“Will you ju-”

“AND our baby, man- what the fuck?”

“Baby- honey,” Sharky takes steps forward, leaving the shotgun in the dust,  “Strongest, edible cookie I have ever tasted…” He can tell she’s trying to dig in and remain unaffected by his brand so he approaches calmly, “Please, just-” He huffs a sigh of frustration: he knows this isn’t the beginning of the conversation she’d like to hear, but there is no other way to tell it in his eyes.

“Hurky says,” Although she shows her annoyance with a bang-shifting puffing of lips he continues, “That he heard, that his other cousin read that drinking Mountain Dew can, like, kill all of your swimmers- well, if you’re a guy I mean.” No less than an eighth of a second passes before he’s damming up holes that don’t exist, “Not that women couldn’t have sperm if they really wanted to or tried cause, like? I went to the city once when I was a kid and there was this l a d y-” 

She tries to cut him off by way of gripping his hands between her own and he is happy to oblige her but he does have a lot to say, “And she like, told me all about what it was like being trans, man and-”

“Sharky,” She tries, grinning at his momentum.

“Well I guess what I am really trying to say here is-”

“Charlemagne,” Her voice is, despite the severity of the original topic at hand, honeyed- she is not only used to dealing with him, but glad to.

“Trans rights are just as important as our unborn baby, Shorty,” Winding down he runs digits gently against her knuckles, “I’m sorry I don’t make the rules and if there’s anything that you know in this life: it’s me and you know-” He is interjected by a soft, chaste kiss and he smiles happily, “Thanks babe- sorry, kinda’ got stuck segueing again, huh?”

After a few, soft, tender moments of simply absorbing and being in each other's presence he tries to lighten the mood, “So, like? We doin’ this whole baby shindig or what?”

[myheartbeatskids]

So Declan loved me and we talked about science and lab babies and clones and all that. So He told me he loved me because i was the first person to really really listen and understand as opposed to being the one to teach.

And so he had understood what he was taught then developed and built upon it correctly with help from his own brain and God. And del Muerte whom helped me understand as well cause that shit was mind blowing.

So he asked me to have his soul mate. To give birth to her.

And I was pretty much dragged out and Declan ran the show after that.

I agreed but it was more like a thing where i had to focus and talk instead of fainting.

So Matt actually helped to implant because I have an upturned uterious and so things like that are painful because of the rigidity and non flexible as i need materials used while Jeremiah comforted and helped me relax.

So then essentially i was kidnapped.

Declan is part clone and part Neanderthal.

Annabelle is part clone and part Neanderthal.

So some of us from Michael Jackson's boarding school --- although I wasn't i stayed there alot on my own. So i was part of it, unofficially as i am a civilian doing military shit now. --- have clones in a laboratory. But they are miniature human size as they are kept in barbie size containers.

Since Declan was a clone Jesse gave permission to make, they said i should use a clone.

It took 5 eggs until Declan approved the child that would be created in the embryo. Del Muerte communicated to us what God said.

Most males get their soul mates at age 7. Declan was only 2 years old. So God hadnt had enough experience to program or create his perfect soulmate.

So it just so happened it was 2 years of plus 5 embryos which makes the year 7 while added together.

So when Annabelle was born Declan came to get me and her but my now ex-husband got me all fucked up and i had amnesia and all that and i remember the power struggle type issues while signing the birth certificate which is why i get child support as my ex swore bla bla bla and signed papers to those statements but I was all "Dude while he's signing let's run!" Because he pissed me off during that time and i was all no hes wrong and all... But I guess I was scared of him or his aura csused me confusion or Idk. I remember feeling sick.

So craziness. We are 16 years late. And unfortunately yet fortunately a lot of research was done and i have a lot of government apology money coming my way. Which i don't have yet.... But soon.

This is Cambria AvaLynn named after Alexis Dejoria.

Because Matt's parents were into hiding, they named him after a mat. A common object so in case of ESP feom the people they hid from they would think "welcome mat" like welcome to travel with us son named Matt. Welcome to eat at the dining table, Matt. Well, come, Matt.

So came or come because i would always want to see Matt so I would say "You came!!!" When i saw him and hug him and he would say "welcome"

And Bria after me.

Turning the x into a v (for Victory) and Lynn as in the 80s most of my friends on the military base i lived on has Lynn as their middle names. So to remind me she is a friend.

She's my child that was ectopic due to the sponges Jamie & Doug Otis found and reminded us of. But we went to the hospital because i began to hemmoragge and they were able to save her and her twin.

Then my mom killed her and he died naturally as he was in ICU TO experiment on them being raised/healed as premies temporarily as one within an incubator and the other skin to skin contact. As woman need to be comforted more, we picked Ava to bring home.

They were the first experiment with soul mates being born as twins. Both clones of my and Jeremiah and his being Ava and my being the male Andrew.

Andrew after Jesse... "And he drew" cause he was always drawing beautifully.

And the other clones were of Jesse James and Alexis.

Alexis got kidnapped by her dad and so the story goes... I did too Eventually

Jeremiah's dad helped us as the grandparent in house.

This is Declan.

He told Jeremiah "I'm not the one sitting around waiting with a pouted lip waiting for someone to do it for me. Now i found the woman and go get my kid!!"

Dude WTF I'm not having someones kid... I'm only 21!!

"Now im the man around the house and what I say goes!!! And you are going to have my kid!!"

Dude whatever. So i did dream into the lab with them but... I thought we were just playing and so i agreed and so next thing i knew there was a frozen child ready to be implanted. Thus my ability to be kidnapped so easily...

Cause when a kid is all telling you about clones and labs and shit... And you're hearing voices... that shit is insane. Literally.

So i didn't take it seriously enough.

But Declan is only 19 Now. And my kid is 16.

So it's old enough to have a romantic relationship. To avoid issues i had as a child with social services.

The plan was to have them grow up as friends but also believed it may been too dangerous....

Yet I still don't agree that it was.

However for the last 10 year's I have been working daily for my amnesia to be solved and also saving the world (of NHRA especially) at the same time.

And have earned multiple Nobel Peace Prizes which i have yet to receive.

So working on law enforcement and the military and government, about to break into the public school system and tear that up ;) as a civilian has earned me billions of dollars i have yet to receive....

But i have given away as i can and have bought businesses that I want.

As proof that the government does care about all its people's hopes and dreams they have bought them on my behalf and am gsining bank! And i shop st my own businesses too... Ironically! I been shopping at Loves for nearly a year... went into Speedway a few times now i drive an extra 5 miles just to shop there because i like it more!!

Robert, the shift manager finally told me tonight as I bought all the GIANTS for my Giant 6'7" man. And i turned the ones in Valencia County to Speedway in honor of Aaron and Paul (twins) who wanted to show the dangers of meth and the meth community as they honored me with my idea of how to end Breaking Bad with the movie reel of El Camino (the mother road) of the manner of the psychological reality of life gone wrong.

I freak Robert out... He was worried when he saw me there that I was to audit like a monster, fire everyone and work the cash register and store myself.

So tonight he saw I bought milkshakes (not available at Love's) figured it out and gave me a pack of smokes for free and blurted out why.

So i took all the giants as i always do and fucked them all up and made them better.

So i own them till i make my money back on the businesses and then they get given to who I intended it for... As I do double check they will always be worthy... If not i keep them for me because I was being good snd honest and fair the whole time.

So 360° K i own.

So i only compete with Love's whom I always promised the King's Highway to... You know him... As an old time Western Thug bitch ass womanizer player. Motorcycle Guru. Hot Rod extraordinaire. Texas loving son of a gun. Jesse James Smith! Just kidding... Just regular old ole fogie mad scientist Jesse Gregory Smith. Of West Coast Choppers. Which i own and always have as i put up the money for his business intending to always be in his life and helping him. So my apology... The only one i can ever give as i can't predict the future without help is Love. And he loves everyone and won't let Google tell.

I bought every gas station in the country as we will be switching to electric and hydro electric and non fuel and solar and hybrid autos by 2030. So the previous owners have a nice retirement and no stress. As the storage oil facilities that were shot in Saudia Arabia were actually empty. I own them.

Fossil fuels are actually the blood of dinosaurs and other dead bodies that are converted and broken down and dehydrated by plant life...

I found that out by the eternal bushes burning.. I mean growing... here on the mountain. Tumble weeds otherwise known as thyme. And we found via satellite tons of skeletons by Earth xrays under the bushes and some not as they are closer to the Earth surface. I found a wooly mammoth knuckle bone.

We moved here in 2002 and there was a patch of earth that looked like concrete by the mail boxes and we just drove over them assuming that's what it was.

They were mummified wooly mammoths. Now broken up and scattered all over the desert road.

I would not like my blood which could potentially bring me back to life wasted on a car... For someone to get to a job they hate. So no more. Not from the USA anyways.

One night I was at dinner and i said Obama needs to handle thwt South Dakota pipeline. My dad was all what is he supposed to do? All simple solutions were crap and had an argument. I said "then lie! Tell the American people they are scum! Tell them we opened the pipeline up and the pipes broke and destroyed the precious land that needs to be protected." My dad laughed and i felt kinda stupid for being so angry.

But Uncle Donald heard my point and so thats exactly what he did. Fake news? Its real.

Because he saw the change I made in the NHRA with some lies that laid very close to the truth.

You don't need to believe in reincarnation for it to happen. I didn't until about 6 months ago. But my mom's mom and my great aunt my grandma's sister ... Granny Bessie Heltons 2 daughters did. My grandma explained it to me one night when I was 18 as i had asked my Great Aunt Nita i was closer to but she didn't explain she just said "because i do" And the dictionary explaination i already knew. But my grandma traveled with me like y'all know i do And showed me.

We started in Heaven with only having one human life and having the soul figure of a human that we select. Hers was a teenage body, absolutely beautiful. With her old ass mind and experience. I told her what I wanted was to be a child. A dirty raggedy haired barefoot blonde without a care in the world, feeling smarter than I feel now... Because that is when i was happiest. When i saw i could end pain and suffering with death, when i knew life could escape heart ache, even when evil exist.

And so now on her second cat life with me, as her first caused her kidnapping by the same drug induced psycho piece of shit that arrested and molested Jesse James dog, Coco and her untimely death as I did record in Tumblr. "Sister Kitty" was kidnapped by him, hes in a special jail. He just had his pinkie finger nail and big toe nail removed as he did kidnap Mogar and slice his face and slice Kizzys leg. So in order to understand what he did he agreed to similar punishment as he did to our precious cargo...

Cargo my bitches!

Jesse: No! I only ask!

Me: who do i have to convince?

Jesse: Idk Jeremiah?

Me: Ava who is your dad?

Ava: Idk I guess not Jeremiah?? IDK!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL!? you all always told me they are both my dad's. Let me ask God. Oh! Jesse! ..... And Jeremiah

Me: your dad is your dad and dad he will always be no matter shine or high water, love will always be there for you and for me. Alexis, do you know that one?

She nods all teary..

Jesse: well did i get loves?!

Me: uhh yes ass hole! We always love you back. What do you want with a gas station with no gas? That's like having a family with out us, most especially me!

Jesse: well it got gas now!!!

Me: well gas up at your local, bring a truck. I got a lot of stuff.

Declan: you hear her? Most especially me! Me! Well, me too, you better pick me up.

Me: Jesse... You ready for Orlando?? I got a Chase bank account with the Princess Castle on the debit card... Just needs a little cash in the account.

Jesse: You Mean You Will Pay!!!

Me: i see that was not a question so that does not deserve a response. But yes. I am suppose to have a wire transfer per last night's discussions that will pay for it.

Jesse: WHOA SHIT!

Me: Jeremiah you down?

Jeremiah: to pay Miss Giant Owner?

Me: uhh I'm Miss Speedyway now. No.. Carry me through times square after some Disney World Fun!

Jeremiah: FUCK YES!! uhh yes thank you for inviting me. I will go

Matt Hagan: look look at this. Im the best friend i even got her kid named after me

Me: Matt Hagan... Looks like you're invited, The Best Friend. In or out of Disney World for the hotel.

Matt: IN!!

Me: youre definitely going you know how to do it right! Pops... You gonna stay home alone with your woman?

Pops: not if i don't have to

M3: you don't

Pops: shit! Oh yeah!

Chuck: what about Cookie!!

Me: you and bring Your comrades I need to talk to

Chuckie: oh Cookies going!

Me: I didn't know he could do the Conga.

Jesse: yes you did!

Me: no wonder it looked familiar.

[willyoustilllovemeifimbroken]

Kyle blushed and had to think for a minute on where to start. "I grew in a small town in Ohio. Middle of the country. Poor kid and living on the streets with my ma. She and stayed together no matter what. We were homeless because I was only six beat me over the shoulder with a wine bottle. Now those things are like champagne bottles made not to break. Well he hit me so hard in on of his alcoholic rages and shattered it on my shoulder. It lodge a shard fifty millimeters long. For reference that the length of a house key into the meat of where my shoulder meets my neck. Slicing tendon and everything. They immediately had to do surgery to repair it otherwise I'd lose use of my left arm. Of course he up and skips town and is like a ghost in the wind. The medical bills pile up and we lose our apartment and my grandparents on both sides had long washed their hands of us because my parents eloped after my mom got pregnant and they wanted nothing of it. They wanted my mom to terminate the pregnancy. Luckily I'm still here. But my dad turned into a bitter mean drunk. Hence the wine bottle and his misplaced aggression. So fast forward some odd years I'm now eight begging for some money for food. A gang of high school thugs promised me money and food if I follow them. I was naive and wasn't aware of the trap. I was never told don't go with strangers. They ended up holding little eight year old me down and they used me like a sex toy. As if to rub it in my face they tossed me a wad of hundred dollar bills. And of course I took the money. I was starving and now used and broken. Afterwards I came back to the homeless encampment by the tracks and a homeless vet who served in the green berets who looked out for me. He noticed something was wrong. I told him my shame. Never seen this man cry a day in my life. He was balling. Holding me and asking God why he'd let this happen. He vowed to me I'd never again be hurt this way. He taught me to defend myself. I was natural killing me machine though I never had to finish an opponent. Though if I needed I knew I could. I was taught how in many different ways. Eventually I entered a fight club. They paid money to see me fall. Especially with how much the owner talked me up. I was making him lots of money taking on opponents three times my size and weight. That was until another accident. I landed on a crate and cut a three foot long gash parallel to my spine on my right side. It's then we were taken in on an outreach program with the church. They noticed me hiding my pain and when they saw and heard our story. How much I tried to keep from my mom. They felt it best we stayed together but I was still supervised and had structure. Until I was fourteen and we had a stable environment to transition to. I grew up and went to school with the other orphans. It's where I met my future brother Mateo. In my sophomore year of high school my mom adopted Mateo. Afterwards he and I were inseparable. Though he has what's known as high functioning autism so my mom and I fought to get him all the special services he needed to excel at school. After I went to college and got my book deal I made sure my family was set. Most of my money goes to my family while I live a modest life. And I just keep getting paid to write my books. In my field I may as well be Jane Austin. So that's long of it. The short of it is I love all things 80's, reading, writing, movies, and of course taking care of my family. In my off time I play video games because I was never able to play when I was younger because I was dirt broke and had other pressing matters." He explained and sighed in relief and just adjusting himself in hid seat because he hadn't realized he was clutching the steering with bone white knuckles.

@stuffandthangsandangelwings

This was his chance. The only way to get through to the person who is so hard headed and nasty. "This goes out to my boyfriend. This little song is just for you..." He says and clears his throat.

"Fuck you and your mom and your sister and your job

And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art

Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again

Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off

I swear I meant to mean the best when it ended

Even tried to bite my tongue when you start shit

Now you're textin' all my friends asking questions

They never even liked you in the first place

Dated a girl that I hate for the attention

She only made it two days, what a connection

It's like you'd do anything for my affection

You're goin' all about it in the worst ways

I was into you, but I'm over it now

And I was tryin' to be nice

But nothing's getting through, so let me spell it out

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

And your mom and your sister and your job

And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art

Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again

Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

You said you just needed space and so I gave it

When I had nothin' to say you couldn't take it

Told everyone I'm a bitch, so I became it

Always had to put yourself above me

I was into you, but I'm over it now

And I was tryin' to be nice

But nothing's getting through, so let me spell it out

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

And your mom and your sister and your job

And your craigslist couch and the way your voice sounds

Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again

Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

A-B-C-D-E, F-U

And your mom and your sister and your job

And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art

Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again

Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off."

It was clear that by the way his now ex boyfriend stormed out of the bar before he could even finish the song he got the message. On top of that the whole bar joined in. When Kyle was done he just got off the stage went to go get something non alcoholic to drink he was approached by a looming figure. It was someone despite his size was less menacing and had more of an air of a golden retriever. When he realized who it was he blushed and jumped. "J-Jesus it's really you!! You're massive but you snuck up on me. That never happens..." He says in shock.

[today-we-will-survive]

18, 29, 31, 32, 36, 37, 49, 62, 80, 98, and 99 ... I'm a curious person 👀

*cracks knuckles* alright, here we go :)

18. Psych. I don’t know how many times I’ve gone through the whole series but the humor is brilliant and the acting his amazing. I recommend it to literally EVERYONE

29. oh geez...the worst thing I’ve ever done...like the meanest? ummm...the first thing that comes to mind is back when I was in middle school, I was at a summer camp and I came up behind an elementary schooler who was eating some of those sour twizzlers and just like, snatched a bunch and kept walking (cuz middle school me was a jerk apparently). Later, I found out I’d made her cry so I bought her like three new packs from the camp store. Oh yeah, I also pushed my sister so hard one time while we were both in the bathroom that she smacked into the door and the doorknob went into the wall. she totally deserved it though...but seriously, I used to be a brat.

31. Ooh! Favorite boy names. I’ve always loved gender-neutral, simpler names for boys so I’d say my top names for boys are Casey, Jesse and Taylor.

32. Now with girls, I like a bit more uncommon ones. I love Lydia, Autumn and Callie. (Though my daughter is named Mackenzie and that name is definitely one of my favorites as well)

36. Favorite movie...hmmm....well, my go to is always The Invisible because just the concept and the dark themes are right up my alley. I also love Donnie Darko for the same reason :)

37. I used to read a lot! In fact, I used to have a youtube channel all about reading and reviewing young adult books 😅I don’t read so much anymore though. As far as favorite book/books goes, I can’t really choose just a couple, but my favorite authors are John Green, A. G. Howard, Victoria Schwab and Leigh Bardugo

49. haha um last compliment I received...well, my two year old just told me I’m cute, does that count? 😅

62. I TOTALLY STILL WATCH CARTOONS!!! Mostly I do it to reminisce from when I was younger (ie Doug, Rugrats, Fairly Odd Parents, Angry Beavers) but I like Pokemon and My Little Pony too :) It helps that I have kids haha

80. Biggest pet peeve? I can never remember until someone actually does it...so I have no idea.

98. Favorite month would probably be.....maybe November? Cuz Fall and Thanksgiving and all that fun stuff.

99. I’m a gemini!! Though I have no idea what that means personality-wise 😅

Thank you so much for the ask bby!! 💜

[crewhonk]

i just need getting your ears pierced at a claire’s in the 80s with billy okay ? like billy holding the little bear they have on the chair :(( or him not even flinching when they put the earring in wow - Mae

you can take part in freaky friday!!! MAE BABY I LOVE YOU

you and Billy were best friends since the day you were born, and today was his sixteenth birthday

“let’s do something crazy.” you had said, as you lay on his bedroom floor throwing a stuffed basketball in the air and bored out of your mind

“like what?”

“wanna jam a needle in your ear?”

“Jesus Christ sweetheart. not really”

“oh come on for me? please?”

“I love you, and I'm so grateful that you’re in my life, and I don’t know what I would do without you, but not enough to do that.”

“William Hargrove.”

“don’t you dare.”

you get up and rest one knee on the side of his bed, waiting for him to look at you

“i, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, double dog dare William Alexander Hargrove do get his ear pierced at Claires!”

“bean, no. please. no.”

“are you backing out of a double dog dare? you know that means now you have to be my slave for an entire day.”

this made him shoot out of bed. you were needy and he couldn’t handle that. 

he grabs the keys and you follow him out of his beachside house with the biggest smile on your face

you ran past his mom (she was bringing in groceries) and you waved wildly as he pulled you out of the house. 

she loved you two together, and she knew his smile was the brightest around you. 

“what are you doing, you two?”

“i dared him to get his ear pierced! if not he has to be my-”

“get in the car, Beans! Love you, momma!”

“love you, Kids!”

he was there in five minutes- there was a mall near the pier and soon enough he was sweating in the purple glittery walls of the Claire’s

he was pushed into a chair, and there was a dot on his ear and the worker was cleaning the needle

“do you want a bear?” you giggled, holding his hand. the grip he had on you was enough to crack your knuckles

“I have you,” he grumbled. 

you laughed and blushed and the worker looked at you with the softest look on her face

“you two are a cute couple. how long have you been together?”

“I-”

“were not-”

“we haven’t-”

“there's no-”

the worker laughed softly and asked if he was ready

“maybe the bear wouldn’t be such a bad idea”

“Oh, so I’m not enough?”

click

“Oh, my fuc-”

your hand slammed over his mouth hard and you looked at the group of little kids that had just walked in

billy hargrove looked like a damn motherfucking snack with a shiny stud in his ear

you paid for his piercing and a handful of earrings (5 for $15) and looped your arm through his

“you look hot by the way.”

“I didn’t before?”

“maybe its the fake diamond im attracted to”

“my heart hurts, Bean.”

“whatever, Hot Stuff.”

[akitarusx]

for the "Get to Know Me Uncomfortably Well": 1, 3, 8, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 20, 22, 23, 27, 28, 30, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 41, 42, 44, 46, 47, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 56, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 66, 68, 69, 71, 73, 74, 77, 78, 80, 81, 83, 84, 86, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 100 :DD I'M SORRY I REALLY WANTED TO ONLY DO TWO LINES OF NUMBERS BUT ENDED UP WITH FOUR I JUST WANT TO GET TO YOU KNOW I'M SORRY (i honestly wanted you to answer all but that's a bit too much lmao)

I put them below the cut! I hope I answered all of them / didn’t add extra. lol  💕 💕 💕 💕 💕 💕get to know me uncomfortably well.

1. What is you middlename? Taylor.

3. When is yourbirthday? October 5th!

8. Where are youfrom? South Carolina.

13. What talents doyou have? Uhh. I don’t think I have any? Lol. I used to play piano. Thatwas my only talent. Writing too, I guess.

14. Are you psychicin any way? Lmao no jdfjsfsjdjds

15. Favorite song?Hmm currently it is…. Games – Demi Lovato or Dramarama by Monsta X

16. Favorite movie?Moana.

17. Who would be yourideal partner? Someone who can understand my mental illness and won’tostracize me or belittle me for it. Someone who won’t be overbearingly socialand that is just laid back. Idk someone who’s just super chill and nice. Whodoesn’t look for all out things or expect a whole lot from me and I wont expecta whole lot from them beyond both of us having a healthy understandingrelationship. But, the thing about that is, I’d have to be completely andutterly comfortable with them as in they’d have to be my friend for a good twoyears at least to even have my trust. Which lmao makes me feel bad because Isee so many people NOT having to do that and so then I feel bad but if someonetruly loved me like that I imagine it’s something they could understand andhandle until I’m ready.

20. Are youreligious? Not really, no.

22. Have you ever gotin trouble with the law? Nope!

23. Have you ever metany celebrities? I met Patina Miller! She was in The Hunger Games and she’sfrom Madam Secretary and the musical Pippin to name a couple of things lmao.She’s so sweet.

27. Would you like tobe a big celebrity? No. If I was ever a celebrity, though, I would like itto be like general recognition where I live for cooking.

28. What type ofmusic do you like? I like most anything really?? I wind up liking a songfor beats half the time lol. I like slow songs but I can’t listen to them awhole lot or I’ll get bored / side-tracked.

30. How many pillowsdo you sleep with? 2 to 3.

33. What do youtypically have for breakfast? I don’t eat breakfast – but any childrenreading this you better eat your breakfast or I’m going to fight you. On secondthought, anyone reading this EAT YOUR BREAKFAST AND EAT YOUR MEALS.

34. Have you everfired a gun? Yes.

35. Have you evertried archery? Yes. Failed miserably. Probably cause I was like 10 and weakas hell lmao

36. Favorite cleanword? Uh….beautiful I guess? Lmao I never think abt that.

37. Favorite swearword? Fuck

38. What's thelongest you've ever gone without sleep? 48 hours and some. Dark time lol. 2to 3 days without sleep sometimes.

39. Do you have anyscars? Yes! I have a scar on my left knee from falling off my bike and on asharp rock when I was a kid. I have a scar on my right hand right on theknuckle of my index finger from catching my hand on a metal door to try andkeep it from closing on me.  I have a veryfaint scar below that across my right hand where my hand hit the oven elementwhen I was baking a cake and my mother scared me. It’s almost completely gonenow. And on my right arm I have a long scar from a baking pan from when I wasin culinary school. I don’t know how I got it, really. Because it didn’t stingor anything. I just happened to look down and see the burn because my team matewas like Morgan oh my god what did you do lmao. Chef instructor made me putsome gel on it and cover it up so the gel would stay for rest of the class

40. Have you ever hada secret admirer? Nope. Never. Lol :\

41. Are you a goodliar? No. And even when I’m not lying and I’m being asked for the truth Igiggle my way through it t_t

42. Are you a goodjudge of character? Lmao NOT REALLY I mean maybe now I am but back when Iwas younger lmao nope

44. Do you have astrong accent? Lmao probably I’m in the south. I get made fun of thoughbecause apparently I use a lot of northern phrases/pronunciations too. Idk if I’vedone it recently but when I was younger I got made fun of a lot by my grandfathersdfjasdfjsj lmao

46. What is yourpersonality type? Ok I asked my friends this for an accurate depictionlmao.

@kimbeokjin said: both of yall are some fucking WRECKS thatsur personality type. on a serious note ur sensitive and understanding and fullof too much love and anxiety. ur funny and super family oriented and talentedand generally positive. and an intellectual ur truly the ONLY white girl i trust

47. What is your mostexpensive piece of clothing? A red lace dress.

50. Left or righthanded? Right handed.

51. Are you scared ofspiders? Yes and no. Like I don’t inherently fear them, but I always getfreaked out when they show up because I don’t expect them so my scary ass jumpslol

52. Favorite food?Hmmm my mom’s spaghetti/the recipe.

53. Favorite foreignfood? Hmmm I haven’t really gotten to eat a whole lot of foreign food whichmakes me sad but I really, really loved an udon bowl I had at a Japanese restaurantat the beach.

54. Are you a cleanor messy person? Messy.

56. Most used word?Probably mess or childish

57. How long does ittake for you to get ready? Sometimes less than 15 minutes, sometimes up to twohours.

58. Do you have muchof an ego? I don’t think so at least

59. Do you suck orbite lollipops? Both lol

60. Do you talk toyourself? Mostly when I’m cooking

61. Do you sing toyourself? Yes!

62. Are you a goodsinger? Lmao no

63. Biggest Fear?Abandonment. Failure. Not being good enough.

64. Are you a gossip?yes

66. Do you like longor short hair? I love long hair on me personally but I love short and longhair on women and men lol

67. Can you name all50 states of America? Lmao no I always get close so I get like 40 of themnamed then I’m like UHHHHHH

68. Favorite school subject? English.

69. Extrovert orIntrovert? Introvert. Extrovert when I’ve gotta get those extra points lol

71. What makes younervous? Insanely large crowds. Men. Older men to be specific. Okay, yeahall men lol. There are very few dudes I trust but men in public tend to make mesuper nervous when they stare like they were raised in a damn barn lol

73. Do you correctpeople when they make mistakes? Not entirely

74. Are you ticklish? Yes

77. Have you everdrank underage? Heheh yeah …

78. Have you everdone drugs? Nope!

80. How manypiercings do you have? I have one ear piercing on both ears and I had anose piercing but I accidentally ripped it out and couldn’t replace it.

81. Can you roll yourRs? No

82. How fast can youtype? I think last I checked it was 120-130 words per minute

83. How fast can yourun? Lmao I have no idea

84. What color isyour hair? Brunette/dark brown

86. What are youallergic to? Apparently I have a slight allergy to squash onions and appleslol. I am allergic to dust though.

88. What do yourparents do? My dad is a maintenance supervisor.

89. Do you like your age? YES

90. What makes youangry? Racism homophobia sexism etc. a particular thing that makes me angrycurrently in rampant anti-blackness in kpop.

91. Do you like yourown name? Yes!

92. Have you alreadythought of baby names, and if so what are they? I have but…I’m not reallysure lol :\

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? I want a girl themost. But I’d love to have a girl and a boy.

94. What are your strengths? I don’t have any I feel.

95. What are your weaknesses? Insecurity.

100. Color of your room? Blue