#idk what to tag this as it kinda just turned into stream of consciousness

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[chojuuro]

i wasn't gonna b a freak about this on main but i literally can't stop thinking about it. SO. under a cut because i love yelling.

im like 99% sure this is the point when obito places yagura under his genjutsu and takes yagura as, essentially, his puppet for the next x number of years.

"You are going to be very useful to me."

and yagura looks so fucking scared. he can't be older than 13, recently made a jinchuuriki and even MORE recently a perfect one; depending on how long bee has had gyuuki, it's extremely likely that yagura is the first known perfect jinchuuriki. and he's probably just out patrolling or on a mission or something. comes across these three strangers, and all of a sudden, he's got no control over his own body anymore. no control over his mind anymore.

(side note, but i think a lot of people forget that those with a sharingan have the capability of controlling tailed beasts, which i think is why he didn't disrupt the jutsu his host was under, like we see gyuuki do for bee. anyway)

i've been operating under the assumption that he was essentially out cold for those ~9 years but now that im thinking about it, i think it was more of an off/on thing, where obito would activate the jutsu when he needed yagura to act for him. i don't think it was a constant controlling yagura thing.

we haven't seen a LOT of yagura in canon but what we HAVE seen i think says a lot about him. the first time we really see him is during kisame's backstory ep in 251; and he's, essentially, just obito's puppet.

(mangacap because im lazy. i've also never noticed how YOUNG he looks here and it breaks my heart)

obito is, ultimately, speaking through yagura here. he's extremely subdued, monotone, emotionless. and then obito comes out, yagura just. stands there. obito gives his whole "i'm madara, join me kisame" spiel, and yagura stands there. emotionless. still. silent.

and then kisame says, "so the person i believed to be the fourth mizukage was actually you all along?", implying that, no, yagura wasn't the one making the decisions. i think that's easy enough to assume given their whole, relationship? i guess? but either way.

we don't see yagura again until e329 when naruto is brought to the jinchuuriki mind plane with yagura, roshi, utakata, yugito, and fuu, as well as their respective bijuu. and we see yagura here acting friendly, diplomatic, and less formal than we saw in his initial introduction under obito.

yes this is the scene i clipped the other day i think about it a lot

ANYWAY, he's much more expressive than he was when we saw him. talkative, excitable, exuberant, diplomatic. mocking, even, when he asks in the anime what it was like to kiss sasuke ("sasuke? kisses? what was that like?" is the exact dub line btw). defensive over his reign, which is supremely interesting considering it's the bloodiest, darkest time in kiri history.

WHICH leads me to believe that he may not have been fully conscious over himself or his actions of the time. because how is this little "I WAS REALLY DISTINGUISHED! AND I'M AN ADULT!!!!" the same guy who brought us, "You know that the world is a sham." almost like they're two different people.

"but des," you ask, "this shows him dead. wouldn't he be a little more i actually don't know where i was going with this i just needed a transition to my next point ANYWAY.

i couldn't find this in the manga after a brief search but i'm talking about e456 during one of itachi's backstory episodes when he's brand new to the akatsuki. we meet juzo biwa, itachi's first partner, and a former kirinin sent back to kiri for this mission. a fight ensues, juzo dies, yagura is able to take the executioner's blade back to kiri.

we see yagura very clearly upset, angry, ready to fight.

the genjutsu being only controlling of him sometimes would explain, too, why he at the very least held more emotion here than he did during that initial scene.

he was, ultimately, still under obito's genjutsu, even if he wasn't being expressly puppeted at the time. he's still more subdued, and definitely more cruel than we see him in his other scenes; could be the genjutsu and obito's forced complacency, or yagura's own lack of tolerance for deserters. this is unclear.

it would, however, have to be while yagura was under obito's genjutsu, because it's after yagura becomes mizukage (it's unclear when exactly yagura became mizukage, however i tend to believe it was around a year or so after he became isobu's host, which was around six months after rin's death. yagura would have been 13 at the beginning of his reign.)

in any case, isobu is conscious enough to provide yagura his stage two cloak and continue the fight, take juzo's life, and make it out.

which leads me to believe that, no, the genjutsu wasn't necessarily on all the time, but there may have been some kind of seal in yagura's brain or something there to keep him complacent, keep him from sniffing anything out on his own or doing anything about the genjutsu.

anyway, we know that this happens before the scene where yagura and obito meet kisame in kirigakure, because kisame was itachi's partner second. juzo was already dead by the time that kisame joined the akatsuki, as far as we know.

the next time we see yagura is during the above clip, before obito has him in his genjutsu at all.

i generally headcanon that yagura is the one to have taken the third mizukage's life while under obito's genjutsu, ending his reign and beginning yagura's own. whether this is the case or not, it's extremely likely that yagura isn't even mizukage yet here. he's all of 12, 13 years old; comes across this patrol of strangers, and is trapped in a genjutsu for next 10 or so years. scared and alone. can't tell anyone about what's going on, because even while he physically can't, he doesn't even really know what's going on either.

he's terrified, and even his bijuu - the one other being who knows his mind as well as yagura himself does - can't even help him out of it.

i don't really have a point to this i just have a lot of feelings about yagura and his five minutes of screen time

[imagineurfavs]

Liquid Confidence

I'd like to submit a request for a drabble with GOT7 Youngjae, 37, 43, & 57. IMO, there just isn't enough for Youngjae...

Pairing: Youngjae (GOT7) x reader Prompts: “I’m not drunk enough to have this conversation” “Would a friend do this?” “Can you just shut up for 5 minutes please?” Summary: just a drunken confession lol Genre: Fluff?? idk really... Word Count: 1,485  A/N: this is beyond terrible im sorry im apparently terrible at writing anything with any kind of emotion sjghsjgns

Pushing your way through hordes of sweaty strangers, you make your way to the exit of whoevers house it was you were actually at. You’d only tagged along to this party because you had been assured you that your friend Youngjae would be here; but it didn’t look like he’d bothered to turn up. Without his desperately needed comic relief, you really didn't see any point in hanging around.

 Just as you reach the door and go to grab the handle, a clammy hand reached over and rested upon your own. You spun around expecting to see a red faced stranger ready to ply you with more alcohol in an attempt to get you to stick around. Instead, you were met with an equally red faced, and very drunk Youngjae “y/n!!!! I’ve been looking for you all night- I was hanging out in the kitchen then for some reason i ended up in the bathroom, I’ve been everywhere but I didn't see you so i thought you weren’t here but I spotted you from the other side of the room so i ca-” he rambled on, his sweaty hand still on yours atop the door handle.

“Wait. You’re leaving?” He stopped himself mid sentence to ask, spotting your hand still trying to turn the handle. With his eyes growing larger, the drunken giddiness on his face turns to a look of disappointment.

“Well yeah, I don’t really see any point in staying. I was waiting for you but honestly now I just think my social interaction meter has run out for today, I just wanna be somewhere quiet and ma-”

“Wait no. You can’t leave, I’ve got something to talk to you about, come with me.” He cut you off, now grabbing your hand and leading you through the rooms, making his way to the back door on the other side of the house.

Pushing open the door, you’re hit with a cold blast of crisp night air, the sounds from the inside vanishing slowly as the door closed behind you.

“Everyone went inside because it’s getting kinda cold out” Youngjae said with a nervous giggle as he let go of your hand, beckoning you to a garden table surrounded by worn out plastic lawn chairs. “Plus at least you can get a bit of quiet now” he continued, picking up a half empty class of unknown alcohol someone had left behind.

After a few minutes of relishing in the new quiet atmosphere, you turn to Youngjae, who was leaning back in his chair, staring blankly at the night sky, “What was it you wanted to talk to me about...?” You said across the table, breath hanging visible in the air.

“Oh...yeah, right, that” He answered, snapping back to reality and sitting upright, finishing what was left in the glass in one big gulp. Letting out a big sigh and leaning closer to you across the table. “y/n...I like you. Like...really like you...”

“Oh god, that was blunt...are you saying what I think you are..?” shifting uncomfortably in your seat you mumble with a sigh “I’m not drunk enough for this conversation.” trying to avoid eye contact, but you can still feel his gaze piercing into your cheek.

“Well” He draws in a long breath, trying to compose himself as much as possible “I am drunk enough and I really need to tell you. I promise it’s not just the alcohol talking, it might seem like it is but I promise it’s for real. I’m being serious.” Without looking you feel his hands shift closer to your own, barely touching, but close enough to feel the warmth radiating from them.

You keep your gaze locked firmly on the ground below the glass table, but listen as he speaks out loud. His stream of consciousness continues “I know you know what I’m gonna say y/n, we’ve been friends for such a long time, I know, but I really think I like you more than that, y’know? Like...we’re like peanut butter and jelly, Tom and Jerry...and other analogies I can’t think of because to be honest...I’m pretty hammered...” he trailed off with a giggle. “What I’m tryna say is, we’re inseparable... there’s no me without you...”

“I really need you to think about what you’re saying Youngjae, we’re friends...best friends I might even say.” You knew you should probably stop talking, but you couldn't stop your words coming out, before you knew it you were babbling right back at him “And I’m not saying that I’ve never thought about you in that way, I have, many times but like what if everything goes wrong and we end up hating each other, I dont want that to happen but like wha-”

“Can you just shut up for 5 minutes please?” He spoke clearly, the intoxication in his voice almost fully disappeared. “Are you saying you feel the same way y/n?” You could pretty much hear his massive grin in the tone of his voice, you wanted to see that smile so badly but you didn’t think you could face him.

“Well...I don’t know. Maybe” You hear the sound of the plastic chair moving across the patio and Youngjae standing from his seat “I mean, yeah, I guess I do...but we’re friends Youngjae, I don’t wanna lose that...ah, I dunno...”

Before you could look up, you see his feet directly in front of you, he crouches down so his face is inches from yours. Taking your chin with his thumb, he lifts your face so your eyes meet with his own.

“Would a friend do this?” He spoke with a shaky breath, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on your lips. An overwhelming taste of alcohol on his lips is the first thing that hits you, replaced slowly by his overwhelming warmth. Suddenly the cold air felt like a hot summers day. 

The kiss was sloppy, but meaningful. Messy, yet innocent. With every move of his lips against yours, the world around you began to feel further and further away. One of his hands rested on your shoulders whilst your own cupped his soft flushed cheeks. His free hand sat comfortably on your thigh, drawing small circles with his thumb.

Even with the awkward crouched position he was in, you felt his body relax next to yours, deepening the kiss as he leaned in closer to you. Every movement of his lips telling you everything he never had the courage to admit to you before. 

Your moment was cut short by the door being flung open, a rowdy friend of yours practically falling out on to the patio next to you. Youngjae pulls his lips away from you, but keeps his hand protectively on your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

“Ooooooooh...whats t-this...did I interrupt you two...hah- sorry...it was about time you two got together though...we’ve all been waiting for you both to ad- admit you like each other loooooooool...sorry- pretend I was never here..” They said as they stumbled backwards, quickly tried to make their way back indoors.

“Well...now I’m embarrassed” you mumbled quietly, head hanging low.

“To be honest” Youngjae replied laughing “I’m more embarrassed they said lol out loud. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Plus like they said, it was about time anyway”

He moved slowly to his feet, offering you his hand as he stands. “Come on, you wanna get out of here?”

“What exactly are you insinuating?” you laughed, standing up, ready to make your way out.

“What?!?” I’m not suggesting anything like that!” He answered with a jokingly shocked expression on on his face, “You said before that you wanted to go somewhere quiet...and I wanna be with you, so I thought we could both go somewhere together, yeah?”

As you make your way back through the house, you’re met with the laughter filled cheers of your intoxicated friends as they spot you walking hand in hand with Youngjae. You turn to him just as you reach the door you very nearly walked out of earlier, met with the crescent eyed smile of your...friend?...boyfriend...?

“We’re totally dating now by the way, we’ve kissed and everything, it’s the law” He places one last very dramatic peck on your lips, one that he obviously wanted everyone close by to see. After causing chaos you quickly scurried out of the house to the sounds of yet more rowdy excited cheers. 

The night was bitterly cold, but you didn’t care; you’d stay out all night if it meant getting to stay with Youngjae even an hour longer. Before you were even aware, the boy had let go of your hand and was removing his jacket, draping it carefully over your shoulders. “I wanted to do that earlier, but I didn't wanna let go of your hand” he admitted quietly as you continue strolling peacefully though the dimly light suburban streets.

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a/n lets just pretend i ended this on some super sweet note and didnt just cut it off randomly bc I apparently have no idea how to end things lmao sorry 

[hiandbai-aid]

I wish I could like post myself drawing like you can on imessage bc I have feelings I can't word and I just wanna idk. Mostly this is me just typing a bunch of shit so I don't have time to think about stuff that bothers me and that's really just because I don't know how to deal with things which is a pretty bad thing and I am not super holding together as much as I thought I would be. Since I've been back I've been productive and working better than last year but I can't help that like feeling inside of me that asks me what the fuck am I doing and what am I doing it for and I can't find an answer even though I know it should be something like myself but its not true in my case and I guess this weird stream of consciousness turned into exactly what I didn't want it to and so I'm kinda angry and embarrassed about that but I guess I'm glad I stopped midway but this length is still a lot so I hope that it deters people from reading it so maybe its more effective than tags because I hate being an attention seeker even though I really crave it anyway right now I'm not sure if I wanna be beaten senseless until I can't think or if I wanna be hugged and tbh I fell like a gross nasty blob and I just wanna jump out this i miss my mom and I am way to sober to deal with these emotions happening to me but maybe ill eventually pass out and sleep. Haven't thought about doing the deed in a while but there it is in my head again. I really am self destructive and this is one example of that. Fuck off if you read the whole thing.

[currentlylurking]

anxiety hasn’t kicked my ass about this yet so rambling about how a d&d campaign where you play as the ancients vs pariah could work

or a fate campaign. fate might work better.

Or pathfinder. I have all the pathfinder books- but I also have most of the D&D 5e books- and they have an official gunslinger class. I’ve just never done anything with pathfinder so I have like. half a clue how it works.

sticking with d&d for the moment bc most of my knowledge about fate comes from the good old mcelroys and they’re. not the best example.

rambling stream of consciousness ahead, if it. if it wasn’t super obvious.

okay so: I have the dp ghost race habato and I made a while ago, but it’s a bit... unbalanced. and I need to fix that. I think the idea I have for the dp ghosts would work better as a class, but that provides one of the same problems that I have with it as a race; there’s not enough diversity

a party of an elf ranger, dwarf cleric, tabaxi rogue, and dragonborn fighter is so much better than one of a phantom ranger/cleric/rogue/fighter or an elf + dwarf + tabaxi + dragonborn phantom set. everyone could multiclass, I guess, but having to decide whether to level up your ghost powers or your other skills is pretty :/ and why I went with it as a race originally.

also what does it have to offer as a class besides ghost powers?? those aren’t special. they’re kinda special. not special enough to be their own class.

maybe it could be an additional thing? like you’re a ranger but you’re ALSO a phantom!! it doesn’t give you any specific bonuses other than ghost powers and flight but it could be set up like a class still. you’d just level it up as you level up, instead of having to choose between that and your other skill set

main problem there is what I’m thinking of isn’t actually a thing and holy shit do I suck at explanations. if I homebrew an entirely new element on my own I’ll confuse the shit out of everyone

another option: it’s a feat. but then you don’t get to get stronger as you level up, which is. upsetting. that’s the fun part.

you could gain skills at certain points as you grow as a ghost? like ‘ah yes, you’re in danger, now you can fly!’ or maybe when you act on your obsession a certain number of times you go stronger--

that one’s actually really good I might use it

but the ghosts in general. or phantoms as the race is called. what kind of powers should they have? thinking flight, and either what I have in the races where they get a power based on their core (inspired by the dragonborn’s breath weapon) or they could get a certain selection of spells they can cast a couple times a day? and the types of spells change depending on their core?

maybe it’s a choice. you can have the best of both worlds you just have to pick one when you level up- oh!! that’s what you can choose with the class option, instead of leveling up your stats you can level up a ghost power!!

races can be what kind of ghost you are, appearance-wise. like, ghostwriter’s an elf (drow? drow seem like they don’t go outside and so does he). Pariah’s either a goliath or a duergar (they can cast enlarge on themselves!!), danny’s a half elf. poor boy doesn’t even get to be human he’s still a halfa.

this also means that if you’re playing as a tabaxi you died and turned into a cat which is fucking hilarious. if you’re a kenku you’re a literal shitty bird person. you died and became a bird that can’t even speak normally. it’s great.

if you’re a gnome or halfling you died and shrunk.or you really liked the hobbit.

ideally you would like. have a race that reflects your death somehow. but I don’t super know what the plotline will be yet so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ maybe not that

I also think death wounds/stuff relating to that would be cool. like if someone rolls a natural 20 against you they hit the scars of the wound that killed you and it fucks you up. stuff related to your death also fucks you up. lots of stuff can fuck you up. blood blossoms can kick your ass.

we could also use this fantasy disabilities chart bc messing your character up is fun

obsessions are a thing too. Like, say your obsession is your family, and you learn that your brother’s a ghost- you’ve got to drop everything to go check in with your brother!! maybe wisdom save to do stuff that doesn’t get you closer to your target (once activated? by... some shit? it can’t always be on), and advantage on rolls directly involving it? idk. that might be too weird.

if something happens that shatters your obsession you either die or get royally fucked up. 

I like making things overtly complicated I guess meanwhile in my main campaign I keep forgetting how the barbarian’s rage works and fUCKING IT UP

idk how clerics would work, either. probably worship vague concepts? either that or there’s a cleric of clockwork and I bet he’d fucking love that.

maybe vecna’s a ghost someone can worship... I love me some vecna

also warlocks. same boat. someone could be a warlock of the observants and get true seeing at some point far too early on. that’d be a mess. I love it. I’d have to homebrew it.

hooooooly shit someone can be a warlock of PARIAH. or pariah’s a warlock of something? vecna? probably not vecna.

OH HOLY SHIT!! a warlock of Clockwork would be a normal-ass ghost with time powers. hot damn Timekeepers can be used here. I’d have to homebrew that too.

shit.

anyone wanting to play ranger would probably have to use the unearthed arcana version of them bc the official version is like. bad early on.

a druid would be a literal shapeshifter, or vortex maybe. that’d be neat. a bard would be Ember. Ghostwriter’s enough of a nerd to be a wizard. 

the fentons are gunslingers and using Matt Mercer’s stats for that bc I really love how it works in critical role. everything about it is good.

I don’t know gunslingers would work with this point in time but also like. yknow. I like them. maybe it’s a time travel thing.

probably shouldn’t do a time travel thing.

probably shouldn’t also do the ‘random gun, one bullet, does massive amount of damage bc let’s be real. it’s a gun.’

there are a lot of possible plot hooks to start off, with two main options for what the ‘end goal’ can be- join the ancients or become the ancients.

or defect and join Pariah. follow ur dreams.

but like, from the start to get the party together

you could die.

you could wake up dead all together and not know what tf is happening. who is this tall asshole. why does he have skeletons.

yall could be in a village, which is a thing, for plot reasons, when suddenly pariah attacks

one of the ancients gives a really moving speech and the party all decides to join up

best of the last two or something

pariah stole some of everyone’s shit. how dare he. everyone decides to kick his ass.

everyone actually works for pariah and defects via the... the power of friendship? yeah that seems right

everyone is forced to work for pariah and is saved by the power of friendship (x2)

you’re in a tavern. there’s a revolution brewing. this is normal dnd shit literally every game I’ve played in but one has started in a tavern please save me they’re everywhere.

this rag-tag group of fucks gets pulled into a general plot hook. guarding a caravan or some shit. tavern 2.0. summoned by the king- that one might work actually.

there’s probably more but it’s almost midnight

there’s also an option for this that I haven’t touched on but like. I could... not use dp ghosts. could just use pariah and the ancients and go from there, or Pariah could’ve forced everyone into these powerless roles... but I’m Not About That Life tbh. I want as much fun nerd shit at once as I can have.

I’m gonna figure out the ghost powers instead of sleeping at a normal time or wrapping presents like I should. this is what I do after finals yall. I made 4 batches of cookies earlier and they’re all amazing.

I think that’s most of what I wanted to say. if not there’ll be more of these rambles. unless anxiety beats my ass there probably will be lmao.

I’ll let yall know when I figure shit out but if you’re interested in being a part of this then like. tell me. it’ll be fun. 

[segadores-y-soldados]

Hey! I just wanted to say that you have one of the most beautiful writing styles that I have ever come across. Whether it's dialogue or descriptions, your words just flow so naturally. There's something extremely ethereal and graceful in the way you write; the pacing, the choice of words. Just goddamn beautiful. And my favorite thing about you, is that you have these little repetitions of phrases. Sometimes I find that they can overdone, but with you... They fit perfectly in the narrative. (1/3)

“They build upon each other, and are just great. Then you also do this thing where you stretch a phrase or a sentence over several lines. Now this can be jarring and make the pacing a bit wonky, but again, with you, it's wonderful. They make an impact, but they fit just gorgeously. And the details, the thought that goes into your works are just fantastic. And your portrayals of Jack and Gabriel. The way you write them is so memorable and the way you show the dynamics of their relationship (2/3)”“... fuck even just thinking of them and the way you write them makes me tear up. And don't even get me started on your meta posts. I have no idea if I'm even making any sense right now, but the bottom line is goddamn do I love your writing. You're just so freaking awesome, I don't know what else to say. You keep doing you, friend. Hope you have a lovely day, and thank you so much for sharing your works and thoughts with us. Okay anon, I took some cold meds and ate food and drank water, I’m feeling a bit more up to answering this. but first offHOLY SHIT This is genuinely like, the most incredible thing anyone has ever said to me??  I am losing my goddamn mind because like, wow, mom, holy fuck, what did I do to deserve such an incredible compliment??  Dude, seriously, IDK if you’re someone I talk to on a semi-regular basis or what, but if you ever wanna come off anon and just message me or talk to me, I am HERE buddy.  In a weird way, I’m kinda panicking because I’m thinking like, “Do I know this person??  Have I not told them how much I love them recently?? Because I love this person.”Seriously, dude, if you’re okay with my casual Cali attitude, I LOVE this.  I am BEYOND THRILLED you like my stuff this much. Okay, so beyond the gushing - I dunno what it is with me and repetition.  I was telling a friend not too long ago that, prior to starting my drafts of Old Habits, I haven’t written creative fiction in seven years.  SEVEN YEARS.  And I stopped because the awful, semi-bitter grad student who ran my Intro to Creative Writing class “felt that they should grade on a strict curve, so there was only going to be one A, two A-’s, like four B’s, etc” (don’t get me started on that class, fucking KILLED creative writing for me).  Overwatch content is the first real creative writing stuff that I’ve worked on since 2010. But I honestly don’t know really where the repetition thing comes from?  Maybe my sense of humor?  If you read my stuff you know I tend to go overboard with puns and jokes sometimes, haha.  But I just find something really fun in repeating things in new or different ways - usually I like to start with a phrase and then as I’m writing, my brain will continue to throw it at me in different moments.  Por ejemplo...“Soldier: 76 is going to die, or my name isn’t Reaper,” Reaper grumbles snidely, his words laced with a dark, bitter, vivid smokiness.  Sombra gives him a weird, confused look, asking slowly, “...But...your name...isn’t Reaper.  That’s just your mercenary tag.”(later)I don’t fucking deserve this, he decides darkly, bitterly, with a vivid smokiness to his thoughts as Sombra wheeze-laughs beside him.(ending)“Looks like my job here is done,” Reaper states dramatically, flicking the tail of his overcoat behind him.“...But you didn’t do anything,” Soldier says darkly, his words entwined with bitterness, and just a hint of that vivid smokiness that used to make Reaper weak.I am fucking WEAK to him, Reaper thinks dryly, turning to leave.Maybe one day I’ll actually have the strength to end him.---I have a tendency to break up sentences into dramatic little phrases to emphasize pacing or significance.  Usually, this is because this is how my internal voice is narrating the scene to me.  It has a lot to do with how my brain tells myself jokes.  Like.  Using excessive punctuation.  To really overemphasize.  The.  God.  Damn.  Point.  Or sometimes it means no punctuation at all and it turns into this semi-weird semi-rambling stream of consciousness flow that just keeps going and jfc when will it ever end will this joke ever stop itself is it even funnyBasically how I write those little dialogue pieces that I set free into the wilds of my blog is essentially how I think when writing.  My beta readers frequently get just strings of hypothetical dialogue pieces sent to them in the dead of night where I’m like, “THOUGHT OF A NEW INTERACTION, VALIDATE ME, I LOVE YOU, I NEED YOUR AFFECTION.” I am LEGIT ASTOUNDED that people like my stuff so much.  Like, even those little dialogue posts get hundreds of notes and I’m like.  How.  I just wrote these because they made me laugh to myself.  I just thought it would be funny to have Gabriel make a Bayonetta joke.  I cannot fucking wait until we reach the “chat dialogue parts” of Old Habits because they are a WILD ride, my friend.  They legit make me and my betareaders laugh so much.  And if people like how I write banter and dialogue and the flow of a conversation, they’re gonna like these.  I probably shouldn’t overhype but they’re some of the funniest stuff I’ve written and that includes the dumb Duck-Goose argument (which still gets me to cry all on my own). Wow this got really long, anon.  Seriously, if you ever wanna engage with me on this stuff off anonymous, just hit me up.  People who have messaged me can attest to the fact that I will just drop these random “hypothetical dialogue scenarios” into any given chat whenever the moment strikes.  I did one with my friends earlier today about Jesse’s belt buckle.  It led to a conversation about Lena’s crocs.  I mean.  That’s the Dumb Stuff™ you get when you chat with me.