#if i would play my shit they would play thiers over it they were just joking but i couldn't say anything cause then they would be scared

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Matt Sturniolo - NSFW Alphabet

A/N - I'm a devoted Chris girl but I still love Matt the munch😍 also do we like the theme on my page???

Warnings: SMUTTT

A - Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

gets you EVERYTHING. gets a wet towel and cleans you up, gets you a bottle of water and some of his clothes to wear. literally the sweetest. like he could absolutely destroy you and then be all soft and shit.

B - Body part (Thier favorite body part on themself and their partner's)

for him it's definitely his hands. he loves when you look at his veins sticking out when he fingers you. and he loves how good he can make you feel with them.

for you, he LOVES your tits. like literally adores them. not even just in the sexual way either, like they make great pillows too. He loves to watch them bounce every time he thrusts into you.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Ok I feel like he'd love to cum inside you, but if you're not cool with that then it's definitely gonna be on your stomach or your tits.

D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like he'd like to choke you. not enough to hurt you, just slightly. but yeah I think he'd be into that but be scared to tell you cus he doesn't want you to be weirded out

E - Experience (How experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

I feel like he for sure has 1, 2 maybe even 3 bodies. he totally knows what he's doing though. even if he only has 1 body. but everyone is different, so once he finds what makes you feel good (it only takes the first time y'all do it for him to figure it out) he's set.

F - Favorite position (goes without saying)

I'd say he really likes cowgirl just so your tits can be right in front of his face. he'd probably take control though, like holding your hips so he can thrust up into you. because even if he wants you on top of him, he definitely still wants to have control.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious during the moment or more goofy?)

This man has to be serious. Like I feel like if something stupid happens he'll laugh for a moment before pounding into you again.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Keeps it trimmed for sure. I mean we've all seen the happy trail so he's got some hair. Literally does not give a shit for you. There is no "oh we can't I haven't shaved." Mans will braid that shit if you asked him to.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment?)

He's definitely very intimate. Even if he's breaking your back and calling you a slut, he still lets you know he loves you (I'm so bad at this one wtf)

J - Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Not very often. He will not hesitate to ask you straightforward. Y'all could be chilling on the couch and this kid's like "can we fuck?" But when he's on tour or you're away for whatever reason, definitely down for phone sex.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I feel like he's got a teeny tiny bit of a breeding kink. Loves to degrade and praise you at the same time. "You're so pretty when you act like a slut." "Such a good girl with my cock down your throat." I think he'd be into spanking, maybe a little little bit of choking.

L - Location (Favorite places to do it)

His favorite is definitely the bedroom. But y'all have probably fucked on every surface of his place and yours. I feel like he'd also love to fuck you in the car. Like he's picking up Nick and Chris and while y'all are waiting for them, he'd fuck you in the backseat.

M - Motivation (What gets them going?)

This one's hard because this man will find everything you do hot. I feel like if you were to whisper dirty things in his ear that would be like the hottest thing in the world. Or you maybe do something that seems innocent but only you two would understand. Play a song in the car that you two fucked to last night??? Gets his memory going and he wants to do everything over again.

N - No (Something they would never do)

Anything that can hurt you more than spanking or choking (knife play, gun play, blood play, etc.) If you're into that shit, great! But he's absolutely never trying it. He also wouldn't be into any anal shit. He's not letting you near his ass and he's not getting near yours. And absolutely no toes are getting sucked. Ever.

O - Oral (Giving, receiving, skill)

This man... he could have you cum in 3 minutes with his tongue. He loves eating you out. He doesn't only to it to please you, like he gets pleasure from eating you out. Of course he loves when you give him a blowjob too. He probably starts off letting you do all the work, but as time goes on, he's full on fucking your face. He also grabs your hair when you give him a blowjob too.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

It really depends on his mood and your mood. If you're feeling insecure or sad and he wants to make you feel better, he's slow, whispering how beautiful you are, taking his time to kiss every single inch of your body. He also is really slow when he wakes up with morning wood and he's still tired. Now, if he's jealous? GOD DAMN. Kid has you babbling about how good it feels. You can't even form a coherent sentence.

Q - Quickie (Their opinion on quickies. How often?)

He's busy. So he doesn't always have time to fuck you right. He probably doesn't like them that much, but they happen pretty often because he's got shit to do. He'd much rather take an hour or two, but desperate times call for desperate measures.1

R - Risk (Are they down to take risks?)

100% he'll try almost anything once, as long as you're okay with it. Now there are things that he wouldn't try, but I already said that stuff for No so I'm not going into it here.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

I think he could go for maybe 2-3 rounds. 4 if y'all haven't seen each other in like a week or two. I think he could last if he needed to, but normally he just wants to cum at the same time as you.

T - Toys (Do they own toys? Who do they use it on?)

He probably owns 1 vibrator. He uses it on you though. The one he owns is probably one of those that can be controlled from an app, and he uses it for when he's recording and you're still at home.

U - Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

GOOD LORD. He will tease you until you're begging to be touched in any way. And if you even think about teasing him, you're in for a long night. Bro is such a tease it's insane.

V - Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

I'd say he's pretty loud, but he also just wants to hear the sounds that you make. He definitely groans in your ear though. He's loud enough that you can always hear him, but he's quiet enough to be able to hear you.

W - Wild Card (A random headcanon)

I think he lowkey wants you to give him head while he's driving, but he doesn't want to ask you in case you're scared he'll crash or something.

X - X-ray (Let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Ok so we've all seen how Chris never wears fucking underwear apparently. So assuming they're about the same size, DAMN. So he's definitely long, but probably not super girthy.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. Like not to the point where it's an unhealthy addiction, but you're just hot as hell, it's not his fault. AT LEAST 3-4 times a week.

Z - Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)

Always waits for you to fall asleep first. As soon as he knows you're sleeping, he's out.

YAYYYYY it's been like 3 weeks and I finally finished one of the two projects I'm working on!!! I might have to do a Chris versionnnnn

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 4 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

TW: Angst, Intersex reader, infidelity, binge drinking

Word Count: 2.3K

Read Pt. 1 HERE Read Pt. 2 HERE Read Pt. 3 HERE

Every Night's A Heartbreak

The word echoed in your head as you stared at the two figures standing in the doorway of the VIP room. It was a stark contrast to the passionate haze you had been lost in just moments before. Wanda's eyes were wide with shock and hurt, while her brother's eyes held a mix of anger and something else. You froze, Natasha's movements coming to a sudden halt as she looked over her shoulder.

"Well, it looks like this room is taken, I... I guess I'll clear the room across the hall sis," Pietro looked down at his sister, noting the shift in her demeanor. His expression grew cold as he took in the sight of Natasha on top of you, her eyes blown and cheeks flush from her arousal. "Natasha, you know the rules, Y/N, clean up and I need to talk to you!" Pietro finished before drawing the curtain and yelling at the both of you.

Natasha now looked absolutely mortified, her body tense as she slid off your lap and hastily began to put on her clothes. You felt a mix of disappointment and embarrassment. You knew you had to deal with this. You stood up and began to dress quickly, your body still humming with desire and your cock half-hard. You removed the condom, a slight whimper leaving you as you slid it up your shaft before throwing it into the trashcan in the corner.

Natasha slid out of the VIP room, scurrying down the hallway towards what must have been the green room. "I'll talk with you later, Nat," Piet called out after her, turning his attention fully to you.

You zipped up your pants, trying to look nonchalant. "Hey, Piet," you greeted him, trying to play it cool.

"Hey," he said, his voice tight. "You mind telling me what the fuck is going on here?"

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "It's nothing, man. Just Natasha and I... you know, catching up." You shrugged, trying to play it off.

Pietro's eyes narrowed. "Catching up, huh?" He didn't look convinced. "Look, I don't want to pry, but I need to know if you're going to be a problem."

"A problem?" You echoed, feeling your heart rate spike. "What do you mean?"

"Starting your Westview bullshit all over again, you know what I mean, Y/N. Don't play stupid."

You felt a knot form in your stomach. "Piet, it's not like that. It was just a casual thing. It won't happen again." You tried to sound as sincere as possible, hoping he'd believe you.

"It's not just that, Y/N,"  Pietro's voice grew serious, his arms crossing over his chest. "You know Natasha's got issues. She doesn't handle casual well. And I can't have that shit here. This is my place, my business. There are rules here, Y/N. I'm taking it that she didn't tell you?"

You swallowed hard, feeling like you had been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. "No, she didn't," you admitted. Piet pinched the bridge of his nose, his frustration clearly growing.

"Of course not," he began. "Not only is there a no-touching policy," he began, your stomach dropping further as you remembered Natasha telling you this months ago. Pietro stepped closer to you, almost seeming like he was trying to intimidate you, even though you both stood at the same height. "But, there is a very strict, 'do not touch what's mine', policy, Y/N," he growled at you. "Now, I haven't exactly told you, so I cannot be mad at you, however- she should know better."

Confusion was clearly now all over your face, and Pietro rested his hand on your shoulder. "Natasha and I have been seeing each other for some time now," he began, and now the gravity of what was happening hit you like a ton of bricks. A look of shock crept across your face at the revelation.

"Piet, I'm so sorry, I had no idea," you started. He quickly shut you down before you got any further.

"It's ok, Y/N. Really. This isn't your fault. Natasha has, unfortunately, done this before. I just hoped and trusted we were past this." The anger in his voice was clear, but it was directed at Natasha, not you. You felt a pang of relief that he wasn't angry with you, but also felt anger run through your veins at the admission that this had happened to him before.

"You're not mad at me?" You stuttered out, unsure of how to proceed.

"No, I'm not mad at you. Hurt, but not mad. But I need you to stay away from Natasha, at least for a while," he said firmly. "Let me deal with her, okay?"

You nodded, still trying to process the situation. "Okay, I understand," you murmured, feeling a twinge of guilt for being the other person in this mess. "I think I'm gonna go home."

Pietro nodded, his expression unreadable. "That's probably for the best. We'll talk more tomorrow." With that, he turned and strode away, leaving you to deal with the aftermath of what the fuck just happened. You felt like you'd been punched in the gut, but you knew you had to get out of there before you did something else stupid.

"Pietro?" you called out towards the retreating silhouette of your friend.

He stopped and glanced back over his shoulder, the tension in his posture unmistakable. "What is it?" he asked, his voice tight.

"How long?" The question hung in the air between you, a heavy weight that seemed to suck all the oxygen out of the room.

"Until I say, Y/N," he stated coldly. "For now, I need you to go home and stay away from Natasha. She's got enough shit to deal with."

"No, Piet, not that. How long have you, you know?" you asked him, gesturing between the green room and him. A look of realization struck him as he turned to face you completely.

"A while," he said, his voice softer. "Since she came to me for help after... Westview." He paused, his jaw clenching as he swallowed a mouthful of words he didn't want to say. "We've been keeping it on the down-low. It's complicated." Your mouth went dry, knowing that Pietro has been here for a few years at least. "Why?" he questioned, taking a step towards you.

"This isn't the first time, you know," you began, suddenly at a loss for words. "The first time, we've..."

"I know." he interrupted, turning his head away as if he didn't want to face what you were about to tell him. "I fucking know. Wanda told me."

Wanda? The word stung like a slap. You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment and anger. "Wanda?" You questioned, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, she saw Natasha leave your place and, she... she cares about you, about the both of us, but she really likes you," he said, avoiding eye contact. "I need you to know that I don't blame you, Y/N. But I need you to stay away from Natasha and me until I can sort this out." His gaze was firm, his voice a mix of pain and resolve.

You nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words. "Okay, I'll do that," you murmured, your throat tight. The betrayal was palpable, but you weren't sure if it was Natasha's or your own. The whispers of the past had grown to a crescendo, and you knew you couldn't ignore them anymore.

As you turned to leave, you couldn't help but glance back at Piet's retreating figure, noticing a wave of red hair in a fiery blur as Natasha disappeared down the hallway with him. You felt a pang of regret, but also a sense of relief. This wasn't the life you wanted anymore, the drama and the secrets. You needed to focus on yourself, on finding the peace you had come to Foxwood to find.

Walking out of the club into the cool night air, you let out a deep breath, the weight of the conversation with Pietro and Natasha's betrayal settling heavily on your shoulders. You hadn't expected to find yourself in the middle of their family drama, but there you were, caught in a web of lies and unspoken truths.

"Hey," a quiet voice came from behind you, making you jump with your hand on your chest.

"FUCK!" you yelled, bending over to rest your hands on your knees as you caught your breath and your composure.

"You okay?" Wanda spoke softly, sounding just as hurt as her brother. She was standing a few feet away, a cigarette betwixt her long fingers as she leaned against the black brick wall of the club.

You took a moment to compose yourself before standing upright and turning to face her. "Jesus, I'm gonna have a heart attack tonight," you muttered to yourself as the brunette's face twitched slightly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. As okay as can be. I just... I didn't know," you said, feeling like you had been sucker punched in the gut, AGAIN.

Wanda nodded, taking a drag of her cigarette, her eyes sad. "I'm sorry, Y/N," she said, her voice filled with genuine apology. "I should have told you."

"It's not your fault," you sighed, running a hand through your hair. "It's Natasha. She's the one playing games. You shouldn't have to be the one to follow her around and warn people about her intentions, Wands." her face twitched again at the use of her nickname, a slight smile on her face.

Wanda took another drag of her cigarette, looking at you with a knowing gaze. "Maybe, but I should have said something sooner. I didn't want to get in the middle of it. But when I saw how upset you looked tonight, I knew I messed up." She took a step closer, her eyes searching yours. "You're a good person, Y/N. You don't deserve to be hurt like this."

"But I'm not, though," you began. "This is the exact thing that ran me out of Westview. Drama and bullshit like this. I used to live off of this." You felt the anger bubbling up again, but Wanda's calm demeanor helped soothe it away.

"You've changed, Y/N," she said, stubbing out her cigarette, and approaching you. "You're looking for something more. I can see it. You left Westview to give yourself that chance."

You nodded, feeling a strange comfort in her words. "I just want to live my life without all this mess," you confess. A deep breath escapes you as you look up at the night sky, closing your eyes to keep yourself relaxed. "And now, my best friend and my neighbor are wrapped up in it." You ran your fingers through your hair, looking back down at the woman before you.

Wanda reached out, her hand resting on your shoulder. "I know it's tough, but you're strong. You've been through worse." Her voice was soothing, and for a moment, you let yourself believe that maybe you could get through this without letting it consume you again. "And don't worry about Piet and I, he just needs some time, and this has no bearing on our friendship. This wasn't your fault."

Her touch felt grounding, and you looked at her, the hurt in her eyes reflecting the pain you felt. "Thank you, Wands," you murmured, giving her a small smile. "I just... I don't know what to do."

"Just let it be," her words were quiet, and stilled your unease and inner turmoil like a balm. "What's done is done. Now that it's out there if something were to happen again, then we would need to have a separate conversation." She stepped back, her arm falling from yours as she brought it across her body to hold her other arm. "Give Piet his time, he isn't mad at you. But focus on what you want, Y/N."

You nodded, the cold reality of the situation setting in. Wanda's friendship was the only good thing you had going for you at the moment. You couldn't afford to lose her too. "Thanks, Wanda," you murmured. "I'll keep my distance."

Wanda offered a sad smile in return. "Take care of yourself, Y/N," she said before turning to head back inside the club, leaving you standing alone in the alleyway. You turned on your heel, stalking towards your waiting car before heading home. The drive was a blur, your thoughts racing with what had just happened.

You were home quicker than you thought, quickly making your way inside, grabbing the case of beer in the fridge, and opening one before walking out back to smoke a cigarette. The cool breeze did little to calm the storm raging inside of you. You felt like a fool, and you were internally chastising yourself for the part you played in this. You had been so caught up in satiating your selfish needs that you had ignored the signs, all the warnings given to you by others. You leaned against the railing of your porch, letting the smoke drift away with your thoughts.

You were going to allow yourself the weekend. You finished your first beer, cracking open the second as you threw the can into the recycle bin on your back porch. 

You made easy work of the case of beer, not yet satisfied with your current state of drunkenness. Knowing that having the booze around you would be a temptation, you decided now would be as good a time as any to run your stores dry. You stalked inside to the cabinet that you hid all your alcohol in, grabbing hold of the first bottle you laid eyes on, and cracking it open. 

Good thing it was officially the weekend and a long one at that. One last hoorah of total inebriation, before things change for good.

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hi can I request olric with a reader who has feelings for him and he's too oblivious to notice... I'm in hell!

Oh I love this! I’m so mad we can not romance his big dumb himbo ass 😭 but yes! Here you go!

More under the cut!

You didn’t know how to make it more obvious. You have tried everything in your power to get him to notice you. Get him to understand that you do not want to be just friends.

But he is so stupid. So, so stupid in the most loving way you could think of. And here you were, next to March who was also just as invested at you. “He can’t be that dense.” He says.

“March, I have given him a whole dozen hard boiled eggs with a note that said ‘You scramble my heart.’ I don’t think he likes me.” You sighs slumping down against the counter at the blacksmith shop.

“Okay, we’ll consider he’s dumb. Puns don’t work on him. Why don’t you just tell him?” He sighs.

“Because what if he doesn’t like me back March! Then i’d be humiliated and I’d never be able to come here again!” You whine, throwing your hands up in the air.

“Oh nooo, such a shame.” He smirks, “But I bet Orlic thinks you’re cool too. You just gotta do something more…obvious.” March suggests. “Here- I’ll talk to him tonight okay? Then report back.”

Jumping up you quickly hug him. “Oh thank you, thank you March!” You beams before rushing back out.

Orlic, just a few feet away from the blacksmith shop grins as he sees you rush out. A big grin on your face. “Wow! I’m so glad thier getting along with March.” He says to Ryis.

Ryis raises an eyebrow. It was no secret you had a big fat crush on him. “Uh, huh. You should go talk to them.”

Growing serious, Orlic nods. “Hey! Y/N! Wait up!” He says waving frantically to get you to slow down. Once catching up to you he grins, “How’s it going with March?”

You blink, “Uh…okay? I just talked to him and he agreed to help me out on a favor. Why?” You say, trying to play it cool.

“Wow! You guys’s relationship must be going super well then huh!” He smiles, as brightly as he can. You want to understand how this man can be so pretty- and so dense at the same time.

“Uh, yeah?” You chuckle awkwardly, “Just like normal friends I guess? Anyways- sorry to dip but I need to grab something from the Inn. But- uh, here!” Pulling out a stone with a little heart on it you pass it to him before jogging off.

Orlic blinks, nodding as he takes this very serious. Making his way over to March and handing him the stone. “I think this is for you!” He beams.

March, slowly like a cat, blinks. Looking at the rock with an ‘O’ and your initial painted on it. “…it’s definitely not dude. Look.” He holds it up so his brother can see. “That’s not my initial.”

“…Then…why would Y/N give it to me?” He says slowly taking the rock and looking at it confused. March sighs heavily, patting his shoulder.

“Orlic. I think they like you.”

“Y/N…likes me?” He says slowly, before a grin starts to spread. “I thought they liked you!”

“Trust me big guy. They don’t.” March laughs warmly, “Go tell them please so they stop whining to me.”

Orlic nods, rushing off down to your farm. All this time! And he never knew! All of the gifts, every time you stopped to talk! It just made more and more sense! By the time he knew it he was pounding on your front door. Looking at your shocked face as you answered.

“Orlic? What’s up?”

“You like me!” He says, grinning ear to ear.

Your face goes hot as he says it. Eyes widening in embarrassment. You could curl up in a little ball and die. What- how?! March! Oh, the next time you saw him you were gonna give him so much shit! “I like you too.” Orlic says quickly, catching you even more off guard.

“Huh-“

“And I’d like to take you on a date! To make up for being a bonehead.” He nods, offering you his hand. “I know the Inn is not well the most private place but…”

Quickly putting your hand in his you smile and nod. “Yes.” You say quickly. “Yes I will go on a date with you.”

A/N: Sorry it’s kinda short! But I’m working 8 days in a row with no break 💀 If you want more Orlic x reader though just ask!

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*crawls out of the in stars and time timeloop, visibly disheveled and exhausted after spending 33 hours playing + Another 2 hours mass reblogging with friend* WE MADE IT TO THE END, OH LORD, WHO SAID THAT THE GAME WAS ONLY 21 HOURS LONG

Hiii! This is an update on my last ask pertaining to finishing Start Again and starting ISAT. It tooked another session to completed SAAPAand then over ten 3 hour sessions over the course of a month to beat but we did it!

Thank you for bring this game on my dashboard! Truly, one of the games of all time

Some highlights of those 33 hours of stars and timing.

Both of us just STARING at isat Siffrin during acts 1 and 2 because holy shit, they're so joyous and filled with whimsy and the timeloop horrors hasn't hit them yet. <--- used to saapfrin's depression

The two of us experiencing the dawning horror that is all the callbacks to Start Again in act 3+4

LOOP HANGOUT IMPLICATIONS THAT SIFFRIN HELD THE PARTY BACK BC THE PARTY WAS ABLE TO MAKE TO THE KING ON THIER OWN DESPITE HOW THERES SO MANY POTENTIAL SOFTLOCKS

I (person who knew that saapfrin is loop since the beginning and that loop is a Siffrin) had to desperately gaslight the streamer friend when they randomly joked that there could be multiple Siffrins across different timelines in act 2 (they didnt remember saying that when we were chatting at the end credits)

Destroying Odile's old women kidneys via making her drink 8+ bowls of salty broth whenever we fought the king

Yelling HOW ARE YOU STILL STANDING??? When odile froze Siffrin in time at the 5th act finale like Ma'am using timecraft even for a second is said to cause the user to turn to dust?? And you're like 80

Heartbreaks during the 'Odile stands in front of the party after Siffrin disposing of sadness too excitedly" '"We cannot trust Siffrin" clocktower act 5' and 'Odile uses papercraft against big Siffrin' because she's the oldest and logical one and she must protect everyone/make sure everyone is prepared to fight the king even if her actions seem too extreme

Got a beautiful moment at the secret loop bossfight when the streamer friend learned loop is a siffrin and I no longer had duct tape over my mouth and could finally tell them that loop is our saapfrin (been talking about what happened to saapfrin in general during the playthrough)

SBXUXBUDHXUDHCUCCU I am SO glad you enjoyed the game :DDDDD

I also thought the game would normally take 21 hours but I was prepared for it to take longer since I love to investigate more 😭😭 yeah it did take longer, 41 hours in 4 days to be more precise, twice as long 😭😭 loved every second of it 😭😭

I can imagine seeing act 1 and 2 siffrin would be such a whiplash! When I learned that sasasap may contain spoilers and reused scenes i went straight to isat so I first got used to the whimsy of the act 1 and 2 siffrin and then saw the slow descent into the poor meow meow in act 4 😭 i was actually surpised when i played sasasap that the little guy skipped all of that and is lowkey worse off than isat siffrin 😭 Loop truly did make a difference when it comes to sif's sanity (and like... actually helping him get out of the loop too ^^)

I was actually surprised they went into an actual breakdown in act 4 and 5. Didn't expect the creator to explore how a person would feel after dying and looping a hundred or so times! I was fully expecting for sif to go "well that happened :)" with no consequences like some games/movies like to do... But within the first 5 minutes of playing I could bet that the creator was a tumblr user so I had hope that our little fella could go a little feral later on <3 i was not disappointed <3 (but honestly, the game reeks of tumblr at times /pos /pos /pos <3)

I suppose that without Sif during the Loop hangout the party got both super lucky and searched even more thoroughly for keys and such since their main guy was out! Not that it really helped them in the end...

I guess it's just canon that that old woman's immortal. Speed and running are her only weaknesses 😔 and mommy issues 😔

Also her truly wanting the best for the party and also taking the least shit from siffrin the moment they could be a danger to her family 😭 violence is not always the answer odile you saw what happened to siffrin 😭

Loop..... nooooo......

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I did it. I wrote fanfic for Helluva Boss. Striker is consuming my mind. XD

So I was looking through the Striker tag on here for more of my favourite bastard snakey boi and found this really neat artwork. :D

And it's a really interesting concept and the artwork is so well done and they've kept just enough of Striker's sinister energy in the images that my brain just wouldn't leave me alone about it. And it got me thinking: Redeemed Striker cuddling up to Moxxie for warmth is definitely cute and even I love it (and I'm aromantic as fuck XD ). But would it be possible to write something with the same basic concept, just making it a different scenario to involve my first impression of Striker instead, without having to redeem and develop Striker first? Can I have my cake and eat it too? XD

I've changed my mind since I first posted this so here's the freshly edited new introductory waffle:

I want to flesh this out a little and write it as a whole oneshot partnered with my Blitz/Striker fic which is also set during Harvest Moon and maybe ending along the lines of the events in the canon episode, but in the meantime my brain churned out about 800 words for the specific prompt. I think I'm leaning for the fic being about Moxxie's perspective of Striker arriving at the farm as in canon. Moxxie dislikes him immediately and since Striker is an egotistical supremacist piece of shit he just doubles down on the dickwad behaviour, but keeps it subtle enough for Blitz and Millie to do their usual thing of overlooking Moxxie's concerns about things they don't see as a problem/threat/red flag (I promise I'm not hating on them; I enjoy their characters but also sometimes it does seem like a fair bit of the shit Moxxie gets dragged into could have been avoided if they'd listened to him. XD Though then we wouldn't have the parts of the show I enjoy, so again, not complaining, just playing with it. Don't kill me lol.) And Moxxie understandably gets sick of Striker's shit and they begin a tit for tat resulting in Moxxie shooting Striker's window 'by accident' and then 'forgetting' to fix it. XD And since they're all sleeping in the farm house, Striker chooses to escalate with a cruel and unusual punishment...

Behold, my first ever attempt at dark fluff. XD

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The sound of the door opening and soft light spilling across the room made Moxxie's eyelids flicker, a low growl of annoyance building in his chest. 

Millie had a bad habit of laughing off their boss' infuriating behaviour, finding it amusing. Cute, even. Moxxie vehemently disagreed, yet his complaints typically fell on deaf ears, so he usually just endured. But these night-time visits were reaching the absolute line and Moxxie had had enough. He didn't care what his wife said, he was going to fucking murder Blitz if he took even one more step toward-

His back tensed in surprise as the covers lifted, the mattress behind him sinking beneath Blitz's weight. The night had finally come. He'd suspected his boss would escalate, but the fact it was really happening took its sweet time trickling through his outraged mind. Moxxie's vicious attempt to slam his elbow into the licentious imp's gut was too slow and easily thwarted as a large hand latched onto his arm, halting its trajectory. 

"Blitz, I swear to fucking Satan, I will claw your eyes out of your skull and feed them to Luna! Get off me," he hissed quietly, hoping not to wake his snoring wife. She might just tell him to move over and give Blitz more space before falling asleep again anyway. 

Before he could do much else however, a long, clammy, lithe body that was decidedly not Blitz pressed into him, strong arms wrapping around his much smaller form and pulling him closer. His heartbeat accelerated and a bolt of fear shot down his spine. 

"Shouldn't make threats you can't follow up on, rodent." 

Striker's breath wafted over Moxxie's ear in a gentle caress. He shuddered, tugging uselessly at the unyielding grip trapping him against the assassin as he felt Striker curl further, moulding himself into every part of Moxxie he could reach. Moxxie's tail twitched, caught between them and unable to find a gap to escape.

"What the fuck?" 

It should have been a shout, but his throat was tense with fright, the words emerging in an embarrassingly pathetic whimper. One hand searched for Millie, desperately praying he could wake her before they were both slaughtered in their sleep. 

"Quit wriggling," Striker rumbled, fingers lacing through Moxxie's to draw the hand back into his chest. 

"Why are you in here? Get out." 

Moxxie still couldn't manage more than a choked whisper, but the fact there seemed to be no intention of actually harming him allowed a rising indignation to take fear's place. He tried kicking, though that only served to annoy Striker, who immediately enveloped the flailing legs between his own. It was like being stuck in a patch of quicksand; the more Moxxie struggled, the deeper he sank.

"Someone hasn't fixed my window yet. It's cold." 

That long, spiked tail snaked across Moxxie's shivering skin, coiling around their tangled limbs and draping itself over his abdomen. The quiet rattle as the tip continued upward and settled by his face sent a chill through him and he squeezed his eyes shut. 

"That doesn't mean you get to- mmph!" 

His final, barely audible attempt at protest was swiftly cut off by Striker's free hand covering his mouth. 

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," came the deceptively soft admonishment, arms and tail constricting in a painful warning. Moxxie groaned and went limp, hoping it would be enough to appease, the understanding he really was at his captor's mercy sinking to the base of his stomach like a concrete brick on the ocean floor. Striker chuckled and thankfully granted him the ability to draw breath after a moment, though he remained tightly entwined with the trembling little body in his clutches, chin resting in mock affection atop Moxxie's head as he murmured, "Good boy. Go back to sleep."

This was just another one of Striker's games, he told himself. If he stayed very still and didn't cause a fuss, his tormentor would get bored and leave. 

Any minute now.

The dark outline of Millie's senseless form under the blanket was silhouetted against the window, her peaceful snores the only sound stirring the atmosphere. Striker's breathing had slowed too, apparently content to stay snuggled against him, leaching his warmth and sanity alike. 

Well, fuck.

When several minutes had passed without any further threat, Moxxie forced himself to relax. There was nothing he could do anyway. If Striker wanted him dead he would be already. Staying alert all night would play right into the other's aims, showing him the intimidation tactics were working the second he saw his victim's tired eyes and frazzled demeanour the next morning. 

Moxxie refused to let him win that easily.

He listened for Millie, his breaths steadying as he timed them to match hers and held the image of her beautiful beaming grin in his mind. Striker was bound to slip up eventually and when he did, Moxxie would be prepared for him. A new thought of slicing the trecherous demon's throat with his own knife flashed through Moxxie's head and he smiled, playing it slowly on loop until he managed to drift off again.

[vaggietheangel]

Chaggie week day six:Party at the hotel 🎂🎉

Vaggie was busy rushing around the hotel. Everything needed to be perfect for when she got back! She and Angel would be back from her spa trip any munite now.

Vaggie walked up to Alastor in the kitchen. "How's the food coming along?" She asked the radio demon.

"The princess's dinner is finished, I'm just preparing some treats now." Alastor spoke in a chipper tone. As he was heating the creme brúlee.

"Wait- we agreed on cupcakes. Charlie's a sweet tooth she wants chocolate cupcakes!" Vaggie rubbed the side of her temples.

Vaggie took a deep breath in. "Whatever, as long as you promise that's steak and not some poor bastard you found on the street." Vaggie walked off.

She turned to Husk. "How are the games coming along?" She asked with a smile. It lifted her mood to see that someone was making an effort.

"Good, got some poker set up. The pricness is almost as good as the fellas I play with." Husk spoke as he lit a cigar.

She heard the sound of music full of swearing blaring outside. Angel and Charlie were back! Vaggie rushed to her room at the speed of Niffty to grab Charlie's present.

As soon as Charlie entered the hotel, she gasped at the party decorations she saw before her.

"Oh my gosh! This is AMAZING!" The blonde squealed. She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend. Nuzzling thier noses together.

"What's that?" Charlie asked as she pointed to the box in Vaggie's hand.

Charlie took the gift box from her girlfriends hand and shook it.

"No! Be gentle." Vaggie covered her mouth with her hand's.

Charlie raised an eyebrow and lifted the lid from the box. She let out a high-pitched squeale as she saw the little puppy sitting inside.

"Oh my goodness, hi baby! Oh, you're such a cutie! Oh, what a little sweetie!" She spoke in a baby voice as she picked up the pup and let him lick her face.

"Vaggie, thank you so much! He's just the sweetest little doggo I've ever seen!" The princess spoke with a sparkel in her eye's.

"Your welcome, hon. I think Benjamin likes you." Vaggie chuckled.

"Awwwww i like you too, Benjamin!" Charlie cooed as the puppy licked her nose.

"The fuck kinda name is that for a dog?" Husk grumbled.

"Well, that's the name he was given at the animal shelter. You can change it if you want Charlie." Vaggie suggested.

"I think Benjamin suits this little gentleman very well!" Charlie cuddled the puppy close to her.

"Alright, enough of the cutsey shit. Where's the booze?" Angel teased as he walked past the two love birds. Joining Husk at the bar and immediately flirting with him.

Vaggie rolled her eye at Angle's typical behaviour. "We have some games you might like." Vaggie spoke as she walked over to the poker table with her girlfriend.

Somehow, Charlie managed to win every game that Husk wasn't playing in. Which caused Angel to go red in the face with anger. He was ridiculously competitive.

Benjamin crawled on the table and walked across to Angel. He nibbled on the cards which caused the spider man to giggle.

"Awwww, you're such a lil tiny boy." He spoke as he picked up the puppy.

Husk watched as the puppy licked his boyfriend's face. "Yeah, I'm not kissing you until you take a bath."

"Yay! I won again!" Charlie cheered.

"I think it's time we celebrate your victory with some cupcakes." Vaggie suggested.

"I think you mean creme brúlee my dear." Alastor spoke as he set his cards down.

"No, I knew you'd do something stupid. So I got Niffty to bake some cupcakes last night." Vaggie smirked as she opened the box of rainbow cupcakes.

"They're so pretty, Vaggie! Not as pretty as you, but they're really nice." Charlie giggled.

She looked her girlfriend deep into her one eye. "Thank you sweetheart, today has been a lot of fun."

Vaggie leaned in for a little peck on the lips. "Solo lo mejor para mi princesa".

[stellawolfearts]

So for pittedpeaches three stories what would you say is your favorite scene from each of the three stories (and also would you be willing to draw them as a request or com? *Insert the "take my money" meme here*)

(ppssstt honey, if you'd like a comm their not technically 'officially' open but if u want one dm me on my main and we can talk ;) . ofc if its a request just Kofi's fine but yesyes i would be willing to draw a scene from one of those fics)

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

SPOILERS FOR THESE FICS UNDER THE CUT PLEAS EPLEASE LISTN TO ME WHEN I SAY IF YOU LIKE SPICYNOODLES YOU NEED TO READ THESE FICS AND EXPERIENCE THEM WITHOUT PRIOR KNOWLEDGE OHMYGOD

god pittecpeaches has such good fics i cant-AAAA I CANT CHOOSE ONE.

so i just checked thier profile and i havent read a garden across our collarbone yet-

but out of the two i have read (genus daturam and from three thirty to four) i'd say....

Every part of Red Son which MK touched seemed to burn. The conversations they had that evening played over and over in his head. Red Son wished he could have stayed there forever, eating meals, washing dishes, kissing between intimate talks about parents and inside jokes about metal peaches–

Wait a minute. 

Wait a fucking minute- 

MK had nearly closed the window shut when Red Son ripped it open. “I didn’t know about the peaches.” 

MK stumbled back from the window, clearly not expecting Red Son to come back and say that of all things. “Uhh, what-”

THIS WHOLE SCENE HERE ITS BOTH HILAROUS AND SUCH AN AMAZING CLIMAX TO EVERYTHING THATS HAPPENED IN THE FIC LISTEN-LISTEN- NO GET UR ASS OVER HERE UR GNNA LISTEN TO ME AND LISTEN GOOD OKAY OKAY I NEED TO RANT-YOUVE GOT ME RANTING NOW MOTHERFUCKER/POS

theyve been secretly pining over each other for ages and then redson finnaly realises he's in love with mk and he knows mk doesnt know hes redson (WHICH IS HILAROUS OHMYGOD) and and and he LEAVES

FUCKER TRIES TO LEAVE BC "he loves red, not redson" BOOOIIIIIII

B O I

AND HE GOES OVER EVERYTHING THEY DID TOGETHOR AND ITS ALL BUILDING UP THE EMOPTIONS ARE ALREADY HIGHTEEND IN THE CHARACTERS AND READERS BECAUSE ALL THIS LOVEY DOVETY EXITEMNTY WEVE BEEN WAITING FOR IS FINNALLY HAPPENING ONLY FOR RED TO CUT IT OFF AND NOW HE'S GOING THROUGH EVERY THING IN THE DAY EBECAUSE HE WANTS TO TREASURE THE MEMORY EVERYONE CHATRACTERS AN DREADERS ARE FEELING THINGS AND THEN

O

OH

OH SHIT

THE METAL MOTHERFUCKING PEACHES

THE INSIDE JOKE THAT ONLY MK COULD MOTHERFUCKIN KNOW

i am so normal about this fic * froths at the mouth *

“When I asked you to cut the peaches, you made a joke asking whether they were real or metal.” Red Son climbed back into the house. “But I wouldn’t know about that, would I? So why did you make the joke?” 

MK’s eyes were wide and for a moment, Red Son saw it–the glimmer of realization. As quickly as it came it left, hidden by MK squeezing his eyes shut and laughing. “OH! Well, a long while back there was this race around the city, and the winner got what I thought were the real Peaches of Immortality but was actually–”

“But you didn’t say you made that mistake.” Red Son jabbed a finger into MK’s chest. “You said we did. The only people in that race were you, the Dragon Horse girl, and the Demon Bull Family. So how did we make that mistake?!” 

MK stumbled on the floor, falling flat onto his ass. He stared up at Red Son, chuckling awkwardly. “Uh, well, I just-I guess I just-uhh-I don’t know, I’m tired, and it probably slipped out, there’s nothing to it, you don’t have to worry about it Red S-RED! Red, Red, it’s no big deal–” 

MK was panicking, stumbling on his words, unable to look Red Son in the eye. It only confirmed what Red Son had begun to realize. 

“You know who I am, don’t you?” He looked down at MK.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHEN I SAY I FREAKED OUT DURING THIS SCENE I WAS FUCKING SCREAMING

I WAS CHEERING I WAS CRYING ALL THE FUCKING EMOTIONS CRASHING INTO ME AT O N C E

(rereads ur ask....oh you said pick a scene from each of them mkay mkay-

THE HAIR-WASHING SCENE IN GENUS DATURA

First off this is funny af definitly the kinda shit i would write

“Alright. I know you just told me you hate water,” MK turned Red Son, clasping his hands together with a strained smile. “But, I’m going to need you to get into the tub.” 

Red Son’s eyes went wider than noodle bowls. He turned his head to look at the tub, now nearly filled with water. MK could see Red Son’s mouth hang ajar as he turned back to face him. 

No, not face him. Red Son was looking behind MK, but why would he do that? All that was behind MK was the door-

Red Son scrambled for the exit on all fours. 

It took several minutes of shouting and chasing the surprisingly slippery Red Son around the bathroom before MK finally grabbed him. MK latched his arms around Red Son’s waist and pulled him from the ground. Red Son screeched, trying to pry MK’s arms off him. His skin was so hot it hurt to hold him, but at this point MK didn’t care. With a mighty heave, MK tossed Red Son into the bath.

The water splashed out the tub, covering the tiles in a thin sheen. Red Son floundered for a bit, thrashing his arms and legs beneath the water’s surface before emerging with a loud gasp. His ponytail had lost all its gravity-defying heat, now clinging to the back of Red Son’s neck. Red Son shuddered, aggressively trying to wipe the water off his steaming arms. 

HE SCRAMBLED ON ALL FOURS LMAO I CANT I COULDNT BREATHE WHEN I FIRST READ IT

The moment MK’s fingers touched his scalp, Red Son flinched. MK moved his hands away, worried that he hurt Red Son, only for him to let out a whine. “Why’d you stop?!”

“Sorry, sorry, I’m not stopping!” MK laughed. “But, really, you gotta let me know if this is too much for you.” He ran his hands through Red Son’s roots. He could see Red Son’s face scrunch up in surprise, but he didn’t seem uncomfortable. In fact, as MK continued to work the shampoo into Red Son’s hair, he seemed to lean into the touch, his breaths becoming slow, heavy, and relaxed. 

As MK leaned Red Son’s head back to get a better angle, Red Son stared up at him with sleepy eyes, blinking slowly. There was a small, content smile on his face. MK didn’t think he’d ever seen that expression on Red Son’s face before. Red Son’s smiles usually ranged from a maniacal grin to a hidden curl of his lip, but this felt softer, like Red Son’s inhibitions were being uncoiled with each knot MK untangled from his hair. 

It occurred to MK, suddenly, how intimate this moment was. A blush ran up his cheeks at the realization, but Red Son didn't seem to care. He just grinned, dreamily at MK as he washed Red Son's hair. 

This…was nice. 

It was a bit overwhelming, sure. Red Son couldn’t remember the last time another person’s hands were running through his hair like this. Maybe when he was a toddler? Before he learned to wash himself? 

But, it was nice. 

MK’s fingers worked themselves into Red Son’s roots. Every now and then, his nails would scratch at his scalp and it’d send a shock down his nervous system. Red Son didn’t mind it though. He leaned into the touch, a lazy smile stretched on his face. 

Red Son looked up at MK as he worked. His vision had blurred considerably from the crimson jimsonweed smoke, but he could recognize the Noodle Boy anywhere. He still had that ridiculous hair style, and that traffic-cone colored coat, and a grin that haunted Red Son’s lonely evenings. He was unmistakable. 

What was MK doing here? He shouldn’t be here. He was supposed to be kart-racing with Mei right now. If MK was actually here, his parents would probably have found out by now, wouldn’t they? Or at the very least, one of the bull clones would have alerted the other staff. Not to mention, MK was supposed to our kart racing with Mei right now. There was no way he could possible be here.

But Red Son could feel MK’s hands working into his hair, couldn’t he? And MK had carried him up here, had cleaned his face, had thrown him into this atrocious tub full of water. MK was taking care of Red Son. When was the last time someone had taken care of Red Son? Since he was a child? Before he had to learn to care for himself? 

It was so nice. Red Son could live in the feeling of MK’s care forever. It was certainly a good distraction from his burning skin, his foggy brain, the doom which whispered to him in stanzas of half-remembered puffy poetry about death from the crimson jimsonweed, about the images which haunted you into Diyu. 

MK began to wash the shampoo out of Red Son’s hair, using one hand to pour water out of the basin and the other to block the soap from slipping down into his eyes. It was a small act, but one that showed a careful attention to detail that MK rarely showed to anything at all. It was the sort of sweet gesture that told Red Son he was cared for by MK, that he was loved. 

And wasn’t that what had been haunting him for weeks now? Love? 

Images that haunt you/Will carry your soul down/And pass you to ten kings

“Oh.” He whispered. “I see.” 

MK smiled down at him. “What’s up?” 

The candles that hung on the bathroom wall seem to fan MK's face with warmth and light. It almost looked like the light was bursting out from him, like MK's body could only barely contain all the lights in the heavens. But, maybe that was just Red Son's delirious, slowly-dying brain seeing what he always thought of MK. 

“I’m hallucinating.” Red Son murmured. 

all of this man

all of this

for one, i love intimate moments like this in fics. and the way this author writes this its just OHMYHEART-

and something about hands running through hair man *CLUTCHES HEART*

AND THEN

AND THEN THE

"im hallucinating"

*flatlines*

GOD ITS SO GOOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH

anways yeah ill get to reading the third on soon but these are my fave scenes :DDD

[zetaro]

Rambly lil post about some things going through my head. TW: depression stuff

When I was a kid, my friend got hit in the face with a basketball. Me being ever the 9 year old comedian joked about getting them an ambulance, maybe to distract them from the pain, maybe cause I didn't know how else to deal with the situation, maybe cause I was just being a lil shit, I no longer remember. What I do remember, and what I probably will remember for the rest of my life, is what they said next: "you can't help, you can only be sarcastic". and they were right, I was not helping in that situation. I don't think I had the tools nessicary to help. My friend was in pain, and I had failed to help them.

That feeling, and those words, stuck with me. At times, it lead me to isolate myself from the people around me. If I couldn't improve thier lives in any way, the best thing I could do for them is keep my distance. A lot of lonely bus rides home were the result of this line of thinking. Those words would play out at my lowest moments and worst of failures. "You can't help" became "what are you even doing here? You can't help and will only make things worse". It made me question my worthiness to even exist.

Other times, these words would make me into a door mat. "You cant help" you say? Ill show you, ill be the most helpful person this side the Mississippi. Id bend over backwards to anyone who I might be able to prove my worth to. If they needed a light I would set myself ablaze just to help them see. Needless to say I burnt out. And when you are in a state where you can no longer help yourself, it is near impossible to help others in any meaningful way. So we cycle back a paragraph and shut ourselves off from the world.

Even though i have grown a lot since then, I still find myself slipping into these old hats every once and a while. Id like to think that i am a generous person, something that I don't intend to change, but I now realize how there are unfortunately people who are too eager to take advantage of the kindness I offer. I also still turtle up in my shell when things get tough. If I am unable to help others, then I should be alone, or at least that's the thinking process. It's made asking for help difficult, but I am still learning and growing. And even though I really want to help others as much as I can, I now realize that I need to be solid aswell. It takes a balance, one that I am still trying to get right.

I think its quite interesting how little events from our past, seeming innocuous to others, can shape the people we become. I'm thankful for what my friend said that day because it made me want to be a selfless person. But at the same time, those words haunted me, and every person I let down that voice re-appeared. "You can't help". And you know what? Sometimes I can't help, and that is okay. I am trying my best to help however I can whenever I am able. And even though I will not always be able to help, I will do my best to try, and I hope that is enough. "You can't help" becomes "you didn't help, but you tried, and maybe next time you will".

So I guess if you are reading this then thanks for hearing my thoughts, I hope they were somewhat interesting. The takeaway is idk try and do good but if it doesn't work out then don't sweat it too much. Mission failed we'll get em next time kinda energy. Change what you can, accept that you can't change some things.

[disastress-i-guess]

Shit post about a stupid dream under cut.

In my dream the saiki family were celebrating Christmas. Kurumi and Kuniharu were in an argument which lead to thier Christmas tree being set on fire and Kusuo puts it out. Kurumi says she's mad at kuniharu for not doing anything special for her on Christmas (oh and being the one who set the tree on fire that too I guess) and then it cuts to a scene of the saiki family over a story book which told the above story. Kurumis all ' oh I'd never do that's and Kusuos like ' yes you would' because lo and behold the story actually happened :O. And the reason they're reading the story instead of living it is because of Kusuos powers. Then the dream morphs into my own family doing some kind of celebration and my lil bro misbehaving so they kick him out. And I'm like did you seriously leave a 3 year old to fend for himself? And my parents are like oh were not worried we have a tracker on him and we check where he's at and he's in some kind of apartment complex looking for his cousins except his cousins are at our house ( y'know the one we kicked him out of) for the celebration. Anyways he gets to the apartment complex and just phases through the walls and tries to help people out? At this point the dream morphs back into saiki K and it's baby Kusuo and kurumis looking at him through some camera being all proud over her baby helping people except the helping is really just scaring people. Then it morphs back into my family and the wierd phasing through walls thing is explained through my baby bro having shapeshifting powers. Except people can still recognise him ( y'know like in that one really popular post about the button) so my dad gets thrown in jail for leaving a three year old by himself. Then the dream turns into Dolly Parton bringing her shitty boyfriend to some kind of family dinner. They're playing some sort of word game in the middle of the woods and he's pissed that he's losing cuz he's shitty like I said. Anyways he gets mad about losing and sets the dining table on fire and they're in the middle of the woods so the fire spreads. The dream then morphs into a bunch of people who look like stereotypical native Americans ( like in Pocahontas and other old movies y'know just general bad rep) and one of those native Americans looks like lilo from lilo and stitch. Everyone's running around trying to escape the fire and this girl who looks like lilo but taller ( in this context she's lilos older sister in those ways you just know shit in dreams) ( she looks like half an inch taller than lilo ) sacrifices herself to the fire and the fire stops. So now everyone's looking for Dolly Partons shitty boyfriend who set the fire and they turn to him and he's a little emo kid in a hoodie. And again in the way you just know shit in dreams you know that this kid is responsible for the fire ( but by accident unlike shit bf) but he was brought here in these woods by taller lilo. So everyone's decides to leave the kid alone because they can't punish him but the kid has nowhere to go and he doesn't know the way out of these woods. So the people are at this crossroad where they have to decide whether to take in this kid and help him like taller lilo would have wanted them to or to abandon him in the woods because he caused the death of taller lilo. And then I woke up.

[yourmomni]

RIVALS -Chapter 2

I rolled over in my bed and grabbed my phone trying to look at the time. i gasped " SHIT GUYS GET UP WERE LATE" i screamed. Minyoung fell out of bed groaning while everyone else popped up. "IT 5AM WE HAVE AN HOUR BEFORE TAKE OFF." we all rushed out of bed tripping over minyoung and eachother trying to make it to the bathroom to get ready. "Where's my neck pillow." areum yelled from the living room. "I cant find my other croc, Minyoung did you wear my shoes again." i screamed. "omg i cant believe we slept through 7 alarms whats wrong with us."

A flashback played in my mind from last night. we were all up sitting in circle with a jeju island plampet out circiling all the activities we wanted to do. "oh lets go for a hike, i heard the sun rise from mount hallasan is beautiful." jiwoo cirlced the trail on the pamplet, i shrugged drink what was left in my soda can. "sure i gues. ohhh what if we go to a museum?" i asked pointing at a picture of a big brown building. Minyoung gagged. "ew learning on a trip i dont think so if i wanted to learn i would of went to school." i smacked her with a pillow. " the museum sounds fine y/n, i was thinking we could maybe go fruit picking, my uncle has a farm down there and i know he would love some help on it it'll be fun." Areum scoffed "yeah no me and dirt dont mix but ill wave from the patio." we laughed. I got up and walked to the kitchen throwing away my can

then sun went down hours ago but it was still hot and humid outside. Spring was just around the corner and it was already feeling like summer. i glanced at the memeber seeing them joking and laughing at eachothers ideas. It brought me back to when i first moved to korean in 2018 not knowing anyone and being to scared to talk, until i met them.

I just joined our company and was staying in the company dorms in a room with 7 other girls. They we loud and annoying and were always leaving me to clean up their mess.I was to shy to tell them off, thinking that if i did it enought maybe one day they would just leave me alone. On the day before evaluations and dorm checks I only cleaned up my side of the dorm leaving theirs the way it was. When the inspecter came by and graded us he yelled at them for having such a messy arean and praised me for being so organized. After the evaluation the girls yelled at me for "making them look bad" and not cleaning thier side. " I bet you did that on purpose you want me to leave your so selfish." she threw he towel at my face. My dads words repeating in my head over and over "Never let them get a reaction out of you." i stared down at the towel that ws thrown at me and picked itup putting it in the dirty hamper. " Hello are you deaf im fucking talking to you." i jumped at her words. " its not my fault you didnt clean up your mess im not your maid." i said gritting my teeth, trying hard not to sound how i felt.small. she scoffed at my answer. " in korean culture the youngest always cleans up after the older memebers thats just how it is." she grabbed the clothes and empty noddle containers and placed it on my bed. My eyes widend. "now clean." My hands began shaking and my heart was racing. Confrontations were never my strong suit. everyone was now standing around us watching the argument go down. I slowly walked to my bed and began taking everything off of it. She started laughing and so did a couple of other girls. A tear slipped from my eyes and quickly whipped it away. When i reacher for a noddle container someone grabbed my wrist.

"what the hell is going on here."

I looked up at the voice and a girl with long wavy brown hair and basketball shorts was standing infront of me blocking my veiw.

"nothing nani were just teaching the new girl some korean costums." i bit my lip looking down and contiued taking everythign off my bed and into the trash. She turned towards me again and grabbed my hand locking them into hers. "clean up your own mess sejin this isnt the villa." my eyes widded as long as ive been here ive never heard anyone stand up to Sejin. "Shes not your maid and she sure as hell isnt going to keep cleaning up after you and your rat tails." the girls beside sejin gasped holding their ponytails. She swipped all of sejins stuff of my bed and began throwing her clothes out the window. Sejin screamed grabbing Lanani's arms. i grabbed nani an tried to pull her off of sejin

I smirked at the memory. Remembering how i made my first friend during my trainee days after Nani, jennifer came to our company,then kazumi and so on. Minyoung was the last to join us as we became one group. Looking out for eachother and taking care of one another. Building up eachothers confidence. We we basically a family.

I was brought back to reality when i saw minyoung drifting off to sleep leaning on the couch grasping her her phone in one had and a fry in the other. I smiled "Okay lets wrap thing up its almost 2am and we have a flight to catch in 4 hours lets all get some rest." Jenn said picking up the scattered soda cans and takeout boxes. "ok but lets all put a alarm on our phones so we wake up on time." kazumi added. we nodded and all pulled out our phones " with this amny alarms we cant be late to the flight hell we might even be early for a chance." Sena joked. we laughed and made our way to bed. Flashback to now we were running in the airport to our flight. "Guys i really have to pee." Minyoung whinned. we all yelled about how she could use it on the plane " Gate Number 5 For jeju will be closing in 5 minutes." the voice echoed on the intercom. "WERE NOT GONNA MAKE IT." Areum cried slowing down. I grabbed her hand and contiued to run "guys look i see 5." Nani screamed. we all zoomed to the gate making it just in time before the flight attendent closed the door. we presented our tickets to her and we walked to our seats.

I sat down in my seat and relaxed my body exhaling out of my mouth recling the seat back. "first class is the best class." Areum slumped beside me pulling down her privacy window putting her eye mask on i nodded. "tell me about it." The next hour went by really fast only allowing me to get only 20 minutes of sleep. We landed and i was the first one off than plan, i was too excited for our day of fun to start that i totally forgot about my friends. "Y/N slow down girl were gonnaa be here for a month your not going to miss anything." sena said counting us one by one making sure she didnt forget one of us. " we cant have a repeat of last year in italy."

Minyoung frowned. "i swear that lady looked just like kazumi how was i supposeto know she wasnt, and you guys eventually found me." Nani scoffed. "um yeah like 4 hours later." we grabbed our bags at baggage claim and mde our way out of the airport. A sign that had our groups name on it was being held up by a small man waving it aroud frantically. "halabeoji" areum squeaked running to the guy who i now recongnized as areums grandpa. "hi my love, welcome to jeju hopefully the flight was comfortable." she kissed his cheek and moved out of the way so we could talk to him

"Oh my girls you've aall gotten so big." we smiled and hugged him. "halabeoji its been so long." i said smiling at him "i almost couldnt recognize you, you look so much smaller." he blushed. "aw you girls make me feel young everytime i see you." he helped load our luguage into the trunk of the car and we were on our way to the house. "you girls are gonna love the house, when areum was young she would spent hours in the play room. Oh i also stocked up the fridge for you girls so dont worry about any shopping." we all thanked him.

we made it to the house and un loaded te car. "wow this house is beautiful." I said looking at the beautiful lake house in front of me. " Y/n omg they have jet ski's" minyoung squealed from the side of the house. She appeared smiling now running all the way to the back. " They have a speed boat." She screamed. I smiled and helped carry the rest of the bags in the house.

Areums grandpa bid us Fairweather immediately after saying he had a business call to take and he'll be back at the end of the week. We waved bye to him and went to see our rooms.

"OK guys welcome to the Parks summer home in jeju." Areum announced making us laugh. "So there are only 6 bedrooms-" "SIX" We said collectively. "Yes six and 4 bathrooms, we also have a game room, indoor pool, movie room, and a upstairs balcony. So please enjoy your time here and remember your break you buy." We laughed at her finishing sentence and clapped.

"OK so who's sharing a room?" Kazumi asked already heading to a room. We looked at eachother and ran upstairs to the rooms. I ran for the first door but sena beat me to it closing the door yelling a sorry after. Areum was fighting minyoung over a room saying it's always been hers. I ran for the 3rd door throwing my stuff in and closing it resting my back on it signing in triumph. "Fancy seeing you here." My eyes shot open seeing jiwoo sitting on the bed smirking at me. "Shit." She laughed." Dont worry I bought face mask."

I shrugged and we opened the door to see the set up. Minyoung and kazumi were sharing a room while the others got their own.

I headed downbstairs to check our food choices and started pulling out some food to put on the grill." Um I don't see any ramen in here." Jiwoo was looking through the cupboards and drawers. "Damnit maybe we do have to go to the store." I closed the fridge putting everything I took out to the side so I can wash the meat. "NO we don't our neighbors are really n8ce maybe they have some extra ramen laying around I'll take minyoung and go ask." Areum slipped on her shoes. "Wow our Sophia is so amazing." We clapped and she blushed." OH stop it."

Areum and minyoung walked to the neighbors house that was just down the drive way. "So are you excited for everything." Areum asked minyoung. She nodded smiling " yeah I really need this break I'm super excited to go to the aquarium and to see all the museums hopefully this trip is going to be amazing." We walked up the neighbors drive way and areum stopped

"Well that's weird." She tilted her head. "When did they get a van. We lookedbat eachother and minyoung shrugged. " maybe they have company." We walked to the door and areum ringed the door bell. We waited then heard feet patrering ." Sunoo I got it." We looked at eachother. " Sunoo." She mouthed at areum. Their eyes were turning big. The door opened and Jay was standing there

Minyoung gasped he smirked. "OH hello ladies how may I help you." Behind him you could see the other boys throwing things. " Nevver mind have a good day." Areum grabbed my hand and we ran down the hill. " SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT."

[averyspoopedcorgi]

for the ask game would you like to do eichi and mayhaps even.. tatsumi…….

atsa!!! i knew u were gonna give me tattsun lol but eichi is a welcomed suprise

i hope u dont mind some of my answers being short or shallow cuz I haven read many stories and most of my character thoughts are gibberish :,)

ok ei-chan first

favourite thing about them: his whole character, how complex he is the guilt he feels for his actions I like that he isn't some irredramable villain but just somebody who wanted to save something he loved dearly by any means possible (I hope I'm correct about the last part I haven't read about the war in a while) also half the batshit insane stuff he says is hilarious

least favourite thing about them : I have nothing I particularly hate about him I suppose he monologues are so long sometimes they make me wanna take a break from reading lol

favorite line: pretty mission epilogue only comes to mind from what I've read

brOTP: hell dorm but mostly aira, something about them bonding over their love for idols also chiaki i wanna see them interact more

OTP: the emperor and the his funny clown (wataei) have a vice on my heart

nOTP: romantic reichi or just him with any oddballs that aren't wataru or keito x eichi idk why they just rub me the wrong way

ramdom hadcanon: hell dorm movie which in reality r just aira and eichi watching idol mvs while rei snnnzzs

unpopular opinion: STOP MAKING JOKES ABOUT HIM DYING WHATS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE YES YOU CAN HATE FOR THE SHIT HE PULLED BUT SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO REALISE THAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT A CHRONICALLY ILL MAN DOSENT MATTER IF HES FICTIONAL <- mad about marriage poll

song i associate with them: im soso sorry ive got nothing ; ;

favorite picture of them: babygirl or tiger eichi i cant pick

ok tattsun time!!!

favorite thing about them: the way he talks about his faith is so interesting....youd expect him to spout bible verses left and right but after reading feather touch and his conversation with aira just reshaped him in my mind, theres so much i like about him but this i what really scratched my brain

(also more meta but i like that him being chirstian isnt treated as a joke if that makes any sense )

also also vehicular manslaughter

least favorite thing about them: bastard will not come home no matter how hard i try. i wasted hot limit funds on his revival still nothing. i have every alk five star except him. what did i do tattsun senpai/hj

favorite line: feather touch but specifically the convo with aira. thats all

brOTP: aira and tatsumi. literally the senpai-kouhai friendship of all time

also christian rock drom with koga and leon theryre all besties canonically what else does a guy need (also they take leon on walks together and i think everyone should know that)

OTP: gee i wonder what it is *standing in front of a pile of tatsumayo fanart*

nOTP: idk really??? any of his juniors ig

random headcanon: koga taught him how to play the guitar!!! now you can always hear the distinct sound of christian rock from thier dorm room

he loves dogs like really loves dogs but could never own one cuz he lived in a church for most of his childhood so hes beyond overjoyed to share a dorm with leon

also cane user and bisexual tatsumi is soso real to me

unpopular opinion: stop treating him like hes some white queerphobic christian whats wrong with you people stop acting ;like every christian is terrible

song i associate with them: ah abuseken's christ and guchiry's orthodoxia

favorite picture of them: naur who let bro drive

[dragonfairy1231]

Even before I was born, and for clarification I am a young adult, politics have stopped being "how do we go about this issue" and they are instead "Oh, is this REALLY an issue" vs "YES AND ITS ONE THAT NEEDS HELP".

I grew up to see the majority votes of the people being ignored in favor of a system that made no sense to me then, and makes no sense now. I grew up seeing people laud a monster for his monstrosity because they thought he could get them a bit more money, could get the country I was raised in- a country where I learned before I even hit double digits how to hide under my desk or in the corner so as to avoid being spotted by a shooter, a country my parents praised for freedom and yet I saw as it stomped on the voices of my cousins and friends with darker skin, where police brutality has resulted in deaths for much longer than I had been alive, but also I saw on the news and heard whispers in my high school about protests in the name of people who were killed for nothing, and whose murderers got away because they had a badge.

I have lost a friend because of my own ignorance, because so much media and internet searches where policed towards trying to direct me into the narrative they wanted so they could pass off this country as great and good and for freedom when it had celebrities signing fucking bombs that would be sent to terrorize innocent families who already lost thier homes, thier children, and who are suffering because of actions people older than my grandfather decided to make using taxes when I just wanted less student debt and less terrible roads.

And now I sit, unable to help more than pausing doom scrolling to let sounds play out on my phone because I'm still trying to pay off that student debt as I look for jobs with a degree that may not be enough for me to move out of a house owned by a mentally, verbally, and occasionally physically abusive, ableist mother

And then I have to deal with people still saying I don't deserve shit because I was born with a vagina, because I'm somewhere between acearo and pan, because I don't believe in a big man in the sky, and because I think human rights should apply to all humans regardless of race, ethnicity, or beliefs, except for the ones who decided they wanted to try thier hands at a fucking genocide.

So yeah. Politics are unfortunately serious enough that I would cut someone out of my life over them.

“Are you gonna let politics ruin a friendship?”

Yes tf I am

[ducknotinarow]

[Foto Clan Rasey uwu]

It was nice, being like this. Laying out here in a little cabin, just the two of them, Casey's head in their lap as they played with their hair. But the air was too thick, too suffocating There was too much left unsaid, they couldn't go back to before. Maybe there was no hope for them; a bitter pill Casey would reluctantly swallow if that's what it boiled down too. It would hurt, but he would accept it. This was his fault.

Whatever happened though, Casey didn't want this to end with all this tension - assuming this was going to end after what he did. Maybe things would be okay, maybe not. He supposes there's only one way to find out.

Casey took a deep breath, as he sat himself up. Talking was not their strong point, but violence was. He looked at Raph, eyebrows furrowing,

"Hit me."

Casey got up from the sofa, glaring at the Turtle the entire time, letting their own frustrations flare,

"I said - HIT ME."

He was demanding it, he was trying to goad Raph into a fight. Nothing was going to be fixed if they just bottled things like they always did.

"I betrayed yer, I nearly got yer an' yer family killed, don't act like that shit aint hurtin' yer!" Casey snaps, "So go on, hit me!"

It was weird, maybe, but this was the only thing he could think of that's going to help. So Casey kept prodding, he would get them to snap no matter what,

"Or what? Yer t' much of a lil' bitch t' d' it, t' confront the guy who betrayed yer? Come on, prove my father wrong."

It felt wrong to call Shredder 'father' still, and he didn't mean it, but fuck, maybe that would be the push needed.

| Muse interaction continued from [here]

This seemed like old time Raphael thinks, but he was putting in a lot of thought to an action he nearly would have before. Questioning how he normally would pet over Casey's hair before, he can tell for himself though that he is doing it was a lot of hesitation. Even when Casey's hair was gross and greasy Raphael would more let the palm of his hand rest against Casey's skull when he petted over their head. He was more just kind letting just his fingers graze over over how he would more dip in between the dark ebony like locks. Working his fingers through Casey hair more like how a comb would, letting them hook around his fingers in slow even strokes. Letting the tips of his fingers sink under it and let his cool touch reach the skin behind Casey's ear or even feel down along the aide of thier slender neck. He never thought much about how tentive his touch was before. And hated how easily he can tell he just playing into a part.

That's just how it would go, Raphael never gave a second thought to how Casey would rest against him. It was so common so normal. Do comforting to Raphael. But now? He knows why it feels off. Worse he knows Casey got to notice it himself. Casey hadn’t made a quip back about actually showering after all. Was this..was this what thy were going to be like now? Raph near worried Casey was about to call him out on the act he was sticking to when they sat up and looked at Raph their brow was all knotted up. Raph trying to read the look in Casey's eyes but he was still thrown off by what Casey said.

"Hit me."

"Hit? Wha?" Raphael repeated feeling he somehow misheard as Casey got up from the couch now still glaring at Raphael.

"I said - HIT ME."

So he did hear that right, Raphael thinks to himself just cocking his head to the side a bit as he rose up a brow. Clearly not following the sudden change and shift in Casey that. Raph never knew what went through Casey's skull at times. "What is your malfunction?" Raph simply said in return, not understanding why Casey wanted him to hit the guy so suddenly? He know things were kind of awkward and weird even with them trying if not forcing it on both their ends here.

"I betrayed yer, I nearly got yer an' yer family killed, don't act like that shit aint hurtin' yer!"

Why was he saying it like Raphael didn't know? He averted his gaze from Casey. Raph didn't need to be reminded of what Casey did. Raph hadn't even really fully processed the betrayal in the first place. Part of him still just couldn't fully believe it happened at all. But constantly had to be reminded. By his brothers was bad enough but worse by the lack of Casey in his life. And not because there was now about a million miles between them. Raphael just squeezed his eyes shut. Wishing this could just be like when they fought before. Saying sorry wasn't their thing it was weird. They could just get over this whole thing and move on with their lives right?

"So go on, hit me!"

It's not like Raph hadn't want to hit Casey, from the betrayal to dipping out so suddenly to the scare Casey gave him even. Sitting i the holding cell under the Foot's hide out chained up to a wall the low echoing voices of his brothers, unable to face them with the guilt that weighed him down. Knowing it was his fault, his doign they were all in danger. The very bizarre feeling in his chest from the heart break he swore was physical at the time. How stupid he felt for holding on to one slim thread of hope for Casey despite the situation. Raph wanted to hit himself more than anyone because he was still dumb enough to be in love with Casey.

Casey wasn't who he said he wasn't some random kid wanting to be a hero, some nut case with anger issues and a heart of gold underneath all his well so called 'Charm'. Casey was endearing Raph guessed, just someone that was rough around the edges. But who seemed to get Raph, wasn't scared of him even. Who..wanted him. Least he thought that who Casey was, he wasn't sure anymore. It was confusing was he still holding on to old feelings for someone he thought he knew? forcing them on someone who wasn't even that guy? What part of it all was an act? Raphael been struggling with all of this ever since he heard the sound of Casey's skates in that room as they moved to be beside the Shredder.

A sight burned in his mind didn't matter what he tried to will in front of it. It always came back. in full force at that.

"Or what? Yer t' much of a lil' bitch t' d' it, t' confront the guy who betrayed yer? Come on, prove my father wrong."

Raphael eyes snapped open at that. He wasn't sure which part got him more being called a little bitch for sure baited him right away but hearing Casey finally speak it out? That he betrayed him, thar he almost cause his family to be wipped out. That Raohael cleaely had to be hurting from that. But worse speaking out the truth hidden for so long. Shredder.

Shredder was Casey's father. The guy who had a target set on to his farther for years to even set one on any who carry the name of 'Hamato'. He nearly killed Leo, his flunkies almost have killed all his brothers even. Raphael knew they couldn’t trust anyone in line with the Shredder and yet? He had trusted Casey. “Would you just shut up!”

The turtle final fell for the bait given moving to stand up himself as he swung his arm and let his knuckles land square against Casey’s cheek, “I already know! Okay I know better than anyone what you did to me! What you almost did to my brothers! What you been putting me through ever since!” He yells out it was more that last strand finally snapping free. The damn he built finally cracked and was leaking little by little till the force of all his emotions could no long be held back as he made use of the height difference between himself and Casey. Slamming the top of his head straight up into Casey’s chin. Using that distraction to sweep a foot under Caseys legs. To take them fully off from the ground be near about throwing himself at the human so he could tackle them down on to the wooden floor of the cabin.

Everything became a full-on blur of emotions. That anger Raphael had been trying so much to keep tempered was burning too hot now. Less of a candle flame and mkre like an uncontrolled forest fire. Bodies rolled kicks and punches flew and landed. Casey wasn't just taking the beating as he manged to land a few hits himself. Wedding a knee against the side of Raphael’s shell.

It was just all his hurt getting out, like when he used training in the dojo to get out his frustration towards his brothers. Or the training dummy. That was what Cadeh was right now, something to hit. Till he slammed them hard against the floor fist just mere inch away from Casey's fave as he breath heavily. It reminded him of the time he slammed Casey on to the hood of that car and nearly speard their eye with his sai.

"You have no fuckign clue what I've been going through! I should hate you! I should never want to see you again I should want you dead!" He shouted all that bottled up rage finally aired out. "..but"

As softly as he said it, everything just came to a sudden hault. Pushing his ha d against Casey's chest to give himself some lift as he rolled to lie on his shell. Still just breathing, it was all he could really focus on for a second before he spoke up.

"..but I don't. Do you have any idea how much you are on my mind? I love you, I can't even put it in past tense and that makes me a tratior to my own family. But I can't help it I try. I look back on everything but I can't tell how much of it was an act...I don't know if I want to know either." Raph explains, the guilt he was carrying both with how he felt he was betraying his own family but also Casey.

"Thing is I don't hate you ...I miss you even with you in front of me I miss you. I miss the casey I thought you were. And wonder if that person was ever real. The one who made me feel for once that I wasnt...all alone. There's four mutant turtles yet I finally felt nit alone when you came around...how stupid is that?" Raphael chuckled but there was no joy in it, nothing but a deep empty pain to the sound.

"...and the worst part? When you were out there dying I wasn't scared or worried..I mean I was but I was more so pissed off at you. Was offing yourself so much easier than facing me after everything? You risked it all to save me and my brothers when you didn't have to like when you saved me from getting run over by the subway...but then you just left." How awful of a mutant did Raphael have to be to feel that way at a time like that.

"Did I mean that little? Was it really all just some fucking act? The Casey I love just the version you made up?" The real questions he held on to that went through hid mind finally voiced and it just made him wince to say it all out loud like this.

[adamsart]

Long story short about my 2 years at Davis JR high. Fell into gang banging, continued to sell drugs and tried to stay high as much as possible to help cope with the reality’s of a young man who had to deal with abuse at home from my parents and the abuses of Utah society. I also was incarcerated during this time because I added on new charges to my record often and stayed at home rarely. I felt more loved at friends houses by their families than I did in my parents home. They mostly showed me hate contempt and would tell me how I was never going to be shit. This After the daily beatings were put to an end by standing on my own two and fighting back. I was full of anger that I was always in trouble for a drug that I believe helped me survive. I was too outspoken about how unjust I felt persecuting someone for using weed was wrong especially when the mainstream was providing me with speeders my biker and mechanic friends preferred over meth and this was the early to mid 90s. Dexedrine with spansel is not only one but two forms of amphedimine in one awesome pill. It was a cleaner high than the early shards of dope that made you sweat toxic shit out ones pores and would lock u in place tweaking out for 8 hour sessions of doodling lol. Anyways I remember having the “weed will be legal in my lifetime” debate with any adult that would take me up on the challenge. Lots of drug program setbacks because I never would accept I had a problem only that the system had a problem and I wasn’t going to change for anyone. A smart adult once told me I don’t have to believe what they preach but just play along until I get out of thier system then don’t get caught again. Should have listened but nope I was already on the fuck anyone that wants to have a problem. I could go on for hours about these years because there were a lot of profound realizations that made me who I am today during this part of my life. The single biggest influence in my life from 6th to 9th grade was a 50 year old hells angel affiliated biker with the stereotypical zz top biker beard. Who I met thru a new kid that came from Washington his name was AC Devlin and when I went to AC’s one night to hang out I met my street dad Walter Livingston. For those of you who don’t know what a street dad is my definition would be a strong male influence/role model that takes a child under thier wing but more on a respectful friendship level. Basically Walter did all of the things that my own father never did or even wanted to do like working on bikes, teaching me about integrity, how to treat women, what a real gangster looks like and what a personal code of conduct is as well as cool shit like how to ride a bike, shoot a 38 snub, where to get artillery shells, how to make the best whiskey and water and yes we even smoked some serious drugs together because of Walt I always had the best weed around I was smoking chronic when everyone else I knew was still smokeing that piss biscuits and gasoline brick weed that you had to de seed forever or face the headache that came from leaving them in there. I was also snorting lines of peanut butter and rosebud crank and was there in the very beginning of crystal meth. This is when meth was made easier and the precursors were readily available so the strength was far more potent than what someone would run into now days. In my mind it did the same thing only a little stronger than the speeders I was made to take for school which coincidentally is the only reason they couldn’t bust me for using meth cause I was on paper my whole teenage years so piss tests came weekly but the meth came up the same thing as my amphedimines prescribed by my doctor. Walter was my best friend and father all in one package I only hope to one day be as good of a human being or have half the intelligence Walter had. An old orphan from Hershey pa with the heart of a lion. I can’t be more greatful to anyone else although I’ve had other phenomenal people in my life Walter took me under his wing and taught me how to conduct myself.

[carlageddon]

I’ve not set foot in a Games Workshop in 26 years...

...so long in fact, it’s not called Games Workshop any more. It’s called Warhammer... and it’s not just the name that’s changed.

So as mentioned in a previous post. I was a “child of the 90s” I used to love going into the Games Workshop and looking at all the cool reasonably priced sets (I still couldn’t afford to buy), choosing that one blister pack from either Space Marines or Orks. Looking at the fantastic painted up miniatures on display and then watch the clinically insane staff explain some bizarre rules or history whilst dancing around the store and waving thier arms about, as terrified children watched in horror wondering if they would ever make it out alive... Brilliant. You could go in and ask for help if you were trying to paint something (remember this sentence... It’s important for later), the staff would open up a pot of paint, grab a paint brush, yell something at an unsuspecting child and then calmly show you quick tutorials on how to achieve what you were after. 

Back then we only had about a dozen paints and a handful of Inks. Inks... these were for the real pro’s.

Also the games were never easy to get into. Games Workshop was great for being able to get together and the crazy staff would teach you how to play

From what I remember there were only about four games out, Warhammer (Fantasy), Warhammer 40,000 (now called “2nd Gen”), Man ‘O War (the one with boats) and Epic... (Warhammer 40K but really really tiny). I think Necromunda was just coming out by the time I stopped with the hobby.

Sadly, after all these years I’ve still never played any of these Games.

So we fast forward a few decades... to 2022. I’m a little balder... a bit older... and a whole lot fatter. However I had recently picked up 90s HeroQuest from a Charity shop, I’ve brought a 3D Printer, I’ve gotten back into miniature painting, and I’m excited about the hobby again. 

I’ve often made the mistake of remembering things from my childhood and thinking how brilliant they were, then being massively disappointed at how shit those things actually were, I think the term is “looking through rose tinted glasses”. Do you remember Saturday morning Cartoons? That Garbage Pail Kids movie? Walkmans and VHS cassettes? I ‘member.. 

However. The Hobby of Miniature Painting is just as good if not better (for the most part) of what I once remembered.

So all this I decided to go to my local Games Workshop, sorry, Warhammer store. Keen to look at what the latest figures they do and get talking to what I am hoping is going to be a crazy member of staff, that likes to talk about the old days.....

So, here I go. How much money am I going to spend, shall I pick up the latest ‘edition’ of Warhammer 40K, I see there is a new game, KillTeam, maybe I’ll buy a box set of that instead? I’m genuinely excited to go speak.. to... the....

.....turns out the guy running the store is a asshole. A miserable. Grumpy. Stroppy.  Asshole.

Now I wanted to keep this blog positive. However, I’m going to go on this one rant. 

As I start talking to the manager of the store, I mention that I hadn’t been in a Games Workshop store in over 20 something years. He had zero interest, and points out, it’s not called that any more.

I mention, jokingly, that the prices are some what different to when I last brought a pack of 10 Space Marines. He then went on about how the prices of everything since the 90s had massively increased, that it was called inflation... and started listing everything that had increased in price “House, Cars, Food”

I was started to get annoyed at this point. It was just a joke.. I’m well aware on how inflation and the ******* economy works...! 

No.... I won’t get angry. I’ll just move on... 

I mentioned about old HeroQuest. Again. No interest. 

I mentioned about getting in 3D Printing which is why... oh 3D Printing is taboo in Games... in Warhammer stores then. 

I asked if they still have gaming sessions. He replies that “you have to book it, it’ll be during the week day”, I pointed out, that I work during the day.. his attitude... well that’s tough then. 

 I asked if they still did the painting sessions. He pointed to this young lad that looked up from the desk, saying that’s what “Grethcin” (or what ever his name was) was sat doing, like I should of known this.. the kid looked up, dazed and confused. I asked “Are you OK, and to blink twice if he is being held captive, do you know where you are?....” the manager of the store got stroppy again. “He is fine ! He’s just Concentrating on Painting” talking like an abusive husband. He went on. “We can show you some painting. However you have to bring your own miniatures, and they have to be Warhammer, none of this HeroQuest, those are not Warhammer figures!! and also you have to provide your own paints. AND they have to be Citadel Colour paints as well, because I have special medical solutions, if you ingest any paint then I am qualified to help....!”

*snap* “...JESUS.. FUCKING.. CHRIST.. I haven’t lived over 40 years by drinking paint!” I replied. Getting a tad frustrated with the attitude of this store manager. He goes on, can see he’s annoyed me, and starts trying to justify his attitude about his attitude. Before I got to angry, I said, “I’ll just leave it then.. I won’t bother now” and left.

I was so angry, that it almost.. almost.. put me off the entire hobby. 

Not long after, a couple of weeks, I go into a different Games... I mean Warhamme.. no.. you know what.. I don’t care what the sign above the door says, it’ll always be Games Workshop to me. (I also still call Morrisons, Safeway). I go into a different Games Workshop, because I wanted to get some paints, started chatting to the Manager there..... Defenses are up..... breathe... “Just. Want. To. Buy. Paint. ....I bet this guy is also an assho... wait. The manager of the Gloucester store is Awesome!!”

 We had a laugh for ages. We chatted about how things were in the 90s and all the things that had changed. He helped pick out a load of paint. We stood there and went through an old White Dwarf magazine I’d just found in a Charity shop, from ‘94  I mentioned about the previous guy in the local Games Workshop, barely through my sentence and he said “Ah. That’s Will.. yeah.. he’s.. erm..” He instantly knew who I was on about and had to stop himself from saying anything bad. He invited me back to the shop during the weeks or late nights said he’d show me some games and if I ever had any questions to get in touch with him. 

What a nice guy. It had gone from one manager making me almost turn my back on the hobby to another manager making me glad I didn’t.

I have been back a couple of times to my local store. I’ve learn’t not to get in to a conversation with the asshole. Just get the bits I need, or better yet.. wait till I go to Gloucester... 

and I’m still none the wiser on how to play any of the games.