#if omly i could write....

[sasukemoe]

I think Sasuke did mostly dissociate during the 3 yr timeskip like he didn't have his consis turned on until she got reunited with naruto and had taka on their gang

[bytemee]

do you do certain members? this could probably be giselle or karina or something

anyways reader is a barista and after being a loser and fumbling over their words trying to talk to giselle (or karina whoever) they take her order and finally through a spike of confidence write their number on the side of the coffee or bag of food (whatever she ordered) anyways reader goes home forgets about writing their number on this beautiful goddesses drink and or food, and they get a message from that beautiful gorgues (gorgus, gerogus, gorgues???? how do you spell gorgeus??) woman and reader is just out there fumbling the bag man trying to text her sending stupid memes and just being a loser but yk karina/giselle(WHOEVER) finds it cute and they go on cute dates or whatever

- was that fire am i allowed here now i’ll beg and plead i swear i’ll be the omly man pleaeepleadepleasepleaseplease

i think it’s gorgus (not 100% sure)

i can see this as a smau oneshot u might be cooking idk! ur allowed now lolll

[cosmic-phantom-cafe]

100 posts!

Got this and using this to yap outside of yandere topic- not my unusual out of Yan topic but yk

- the new Eletrio characfer in Genshin was not it. The cow theme, havinf being considered the new bigger body model, some of her skill animation is to sit on ppl, being a competitive eater- uhhh these motief are looking real weird now hmmm 🤔 also she not fat…let’s make it clear

- sure she cute but…ngl I have ber switch to a 4 star for Lansan she deserves that 5 star status for being the most important character in natlan also not just me who feels that Lansan 5 star role was intentionally taken away right?? Like…looking at how natlan is treated and all…this is motivated

- I did say I go back to hsr but ngl the powercreep is making it more difficult to want to come back. The end game content and stuff feels like I can’t rlly keep up and honestly ik trebbie rhis universal supoort but my god I really wish they used her adult model then the child one

- idk if anyone knows this. Cookie run as these soul jams where it’s kinda like almost buying a character. If you have enough of these you can unlock a 5 or 4 star character and lowkey I think Genshin and hsr need this. Esp hsr where there a banner right or just a shop in the game where if you pull enough of these you can get a 5 star and they should do it for old characters and like when we are in a new area the older characters get placed in- soul gems could be like lowkey fragments of a character

- wuwa new character are eh- they were most likely already planned but also they def were planned fan service…I think I tolerate wuwa fan service more omly because the difference with Genshin is that I know wuwa fan service are of Italian inspo Genshin has fan service where they take cultures and make disrespectful designs out of them and also the lolibait…especially Nahida

- I have very little like of characfer in all honesty. A lot of them being men and less women but I think that’s due to the fact I feel devs write women characters for the interest of only male players. If you ask which female characters I like I prob name a handful: arlecchino, cloud retainer, furina, Navia, shorekeeper, jinzhi, encore, Layla, Faruzan

- is it weird to say I don’t like seeing very overly obvious fan service- good example is the newest wuwa havoc characfer she’s pretty sure but..ngl I thought it was tacky and the new female areo charter too…already her model does not appeal to me

- I’m tired of seeinf body suits, two piece looks or like short dress skirt shirt thingy. I wnna see more deisnf like phoebe, Arlechino, Cloud retainer, Layla, Faruzan and furina

- I think most ppl like anti villains are more so jusy morally grayish characfer then they say they like villains, i think ppl like having characters who do bad things that are within their moral comfort ita like that DC joke about joker being scared of the IRS or the joker not willing to fight along side the Naz…yk

- it is weird to say I find it funny to see a bunch of Genshin players or hoyo gamer online suddnly switch to wuwa and I mean the ones that rlly hated wuwa in the beginning. Ik wuwa had a rough start but there smt funny seeing players who would talk rlly negatively about a game and activity without giving it a chance suddenly change stances

- yk what’s funny too tho. Being into dark content right and being said thag it’s gross and horrible to like these fantasies and it’ll turn us into these kind of ppl but yet we ass a collected society stay quiet or just agree that gamer dudes who play cod or extreme violent games are ok and it totally dosent make them dangerous… it’s almost… :0 hypocritical

- none of you bitches are ready to hear my inner shit giggling brain where the sumeru men kill Elon and take over ownership over Twitter idk why that had me giggling for a good minute

Anyways my 100th yap on this blog when I’m done with my banner I’ve been wanting to draw you’ll see me start to go to 200 >:]

[bucky-rabbit]

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// OOC:

Now I know that this blog is meant to be a funny haahaa kind of thing about a person moving into Gotham and struggling to understand both the US American way of life on top of life in Gotham, but something like drug abuse and overdoses related to it are something I take very seriously (among many other things) so I wanted to underline the fact that the overdosage due to reseting your tolerance and then going back to the high doses is a real threat to one's life.

If you are about to relapse or see that someone close to you is at the threat of relapsing, please make sure to not take/allow the person to take high doses, seek out help, a support group, something, and take care of yourselves.

While it may be painful to exist in this world as of this moment, your life has value to it, there are things that only you can do, things that only you can see, how you view the world and those who live in it is unique and your voice is worth hearing. There are many things that you can do to escape reality, and there are many free resources for starting out new and interesting hobbies.

Visit your local libraries and ask the workers there about them, buy cheap notebooks to write down what you can, and remember, if you choose to do something creative, remember that it doesn't have to be perfect, it doesn't have to be made with the expensive tools, it doesn't have to be made to be viewed by anyone else than yourself.

The point of a hobby is to make you feel happy and relaxed.

If things seem hopeless and like you could disappear without anyone noticing, that nobody would miss you, nobody believes in you, try to reach out to someone and talk about it. If people in your life aren't responding to it, you can always try to write things down elsewhere or preferably seek counselling.

And if it helps you to be little mentally ill to heal your mind, pick a character whom you'll do things for. Pick a character who you'd want to cheer yourself on for doing even the most basic self care. A good one for this would be Dentman, whom you can find from Twitter. Or you could choose to believe in something else. After all, if this character or entity is something that you believe in, there's a high chance that they'd also believe in you.

You could also imagine a future version of you, the person who you want to become, and remember, that person will omly become true if you believe in yourself, because they believe in themselves.

Good luck, everyone. No matter how small of the achievements you've passed, was it brushing your teeth or remembering to eat, you did it. You did well. And I am proud of you, keep it up, Champion. I believe in you.

-B

Can someone please explain to me how and why is Batman capable of functioning while being blasted into face with hallucogenic drugs by the rogues?

Last night, I watched him take Scarecrow's new and highly potent gas head on without flinching only to say "I've seen worse" and beat the shit out of Scarecrow.

Like is Batman an ex heavy-duty narc or something? Why doesn't any of that stuff appear to affect him at all?

Please! I am losing my mind and sleep over this! Why does Batman have a high tolerance against drugs??

[vyntilador]

And suddenly, the world was silent.

"Vyn falls into his knees as he burries his face into the polished floors of his castle, now emptier than ever as muffled pained sobs escape his lips as you slowly fly away from his grasp, leaving his once bright world now left with despair and darkness."

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Genre: Angst

Warning/s: Nothing really?? Uhh the people of Svart and vyns stepmom just being shitty

A/N: this was made at 11pm nobidy talk abt the horrible writinf mkay

Not proofread so I apologize for any misspelling

The cursed customs of the royal family was one of the many things he hated whenever he entered the borders of his homeland, Svart once more. The disappointment and dissatisfied looks of those of equal footing of him piercing through his dear lovers heart as they walked around the streets. The way that everyone whispered amongst themselves whenever you walked past them, talking about how "You're wasting his time" with your presence with him alone. What he hated more was the fact that despite already being the duke of his land, he couldn't do anything about it. The prying and judgemental eyes of the public remained fixated on you as you struggled to keep up with your duties as officially a part of the royal family. He hated how every time he looked at your direction, he could spot the ever so subtle hints of insecurity with your own skills as the lone person to stay by his side brings a bittersweet ache to his heart.

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"You really think that you're deserving to stand by Vilheilm's side?" The mocking tone of Vyn's stepmothers' voice sends shivers down your spine as she looks down on you as if you're nothing but a piece of dirt. "Now, don't get me wrong, I couldn't have cared less for that—ungrateful idiot but, marrying a commoner? He must've lost his mind!" Vyn tries to stop her stupid advances towards you but the pure rage of the woman and all the judging eyes looking at you fills you with a sense of gloom and self-loathing. Vyn's futile attempts in reassuring you falls into deaf ears as you get up and excuse yourself. Once again, Vyn is reminded of all the old fears of ever coming back to this cruel, hatred-filled land.

One of Vyns' biggest fears were that one day, you'll grow tired of the treatment that the people of Svart is giving you and that you'll eventually leave him by himself once more how it was before you, the light of his life came. He knew that no matter which path you took, fate and destiny will always bring you apart just like how it was for his parents. So, the moment that he wakes up and feels an unusual chill as he sat up to see you no where to be seen, his stomach caves in on itself as his heart sinks. He runs around the enormous castle built just for the bith of you omly to find nothing else but a note.

"I know we promised eternity, but if the eternity that I'll spend with you is filled with pain and suffering, what kind of comfort will that give me? It's as clear as day that your people don't want a commoner for a queen so I'll take action. I wish for your safety and happiness which is why I'm doing this. I want to apologize but I know that no amount of apologizing will ever be enough for this. I wish you well."

He was unaware of the past few minutes that passed as he read the letter sealed with a wax of his family crest but somehow, within that time frame, pools of sadness formed from his eyes as it all went down, leaving a trail down his face. He holds the paper to his chest as he curses at himself for failing his duty as your lover.

"Just as how you say that no amount of apologizing will make me forgive you, I feel mutually the same. I was wrong to never have did something to protect you and our love and now I know that you deserve someone else willing to destroy the whole worls for you if it ever comes to that."

A/n: i kept modifying it in the midst of writing it lmaooo sorry if it looks rlly messy

[saidtostaine]

DID LISTTTTT ( Feb 18. 2023 )

- been such a long long long longggggggg time since i've done this but i realized how much better this made me feel so i want to do it again

💟 went to work early in the morning and did my usual stuff. cleaned the place before anything else and served some customers etc etc

💟 when i had nothing to do at work, i finished my stats and management assignmenttt, did some religion homework too but didn't finish it ( this is interesting since i didn't expect it to be so easy for me. i thought it would take up a lot of my energy but the flow was very smooth )

💟 after i got off work at around 3 pm, i did 2 loads of hand wash laundry ( IT WAS A LOT ) after a month or so of not doing any. ( it took me 4 hours 💀 but surprisingly i wasn't tired. most likely because i took frequent breaks. i watched wizard liz yt vids on my breaks bcs i love her so much )

💟 i rearranged my clothes cabinetttt. i wanted wanted wanted to do this for a long time now but i didn't seem to have the time nor the energy but now i finally did!!!! i also choose clothes that i will be donating soon since i want to have less things now

💟 i took a short shower, moisturized, and slipped into my fav comfy PJs <33 i always love this part of the day

💟 i ate dinner. AND IT WAS REAL FOOD. i enjoyed it so much, its actually been such a long time since i've eaten proper dinner so this was vv nice :')

💟 i had a massage earlier by this amazing electric massager while i was writing the half of this post. it was so relaxing i could feel my back bones rearranging and turning back to their original places

💟 NOW IM CURRENTLY HEREE writing this post, listening to perfect pair piano cover by sook on yt ( i omly discivered it earkier and ITS AMAZING i immediately fell inlove. check it out ) and so comfy under my sheets with my itadori stuffie and hot choco ☕ after this, im going to watch JJK and go to bed because its another day tomorrow!!! 😌😌

today was very fun and i feel rly good about myself. im so happy i started this again and that i am back to my recovery. everything will be just fine. i hope everyone a happy day always and forever

[kingkatsuki]

CW: mentions of degradation (some examples), mentions of bondage, mentions of multiple orgasm and double/triple penetration hunted at, this whole thing is pretty much about Omly Fans and Katsuki, bakusquad x reader brought up, uhhhhh calling reader onahole, exhibsionist (I can’t spell worth a shit I’m sorry), just overall a hella thirst figured I should let you know first

Dude can I just tell you.... I am CONSTANTLY thinking about like only fans scenarios or cam girl/boy scenarios. And it’s YOUR fault lol (I am SO not complaining lmao)?

Like Brain go brrrrr. I’m so fucking thirsty for that kind of content but my brain.... fuck my brain always thinks of shit like you have an OF and your with him and he walks in on you and-

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Mans goes feral, reads comments in the feed saying shit like “I’d love to breed her stupid cunt” ��walking cumdump” “she’d be such a good onahole” and he just gets so many ideas.

He has a filthy mouth but the shit he says this time has you fucked dumb within minutes, takes inspiration from the comments and engulfed in the breeding kink one “shitty extra” has now triggered.

Then gets the bakusquad over one time after this and just lets them use you (with your consent of course!!) they write on you and use you and your just fucked out.

But suki always cums in you first cause your his breeding bitch before anyone else’s.

Denki uses his quirk accidentally (not enough to do harm) and when you practically scream in pleasure bet your ass he’s doing it again

Sero tied you up with his tape. That way you can be a good little thing and not squirm away a from them~

Mina sitting on your face and ridig your tongue as kirishima eats you out just ripping orgasms from you

They fuck all your holes, more than one cock being in you and on you at all times

You’ve gained lots of popularity thanks to them so it’s only fair you let them do whatever they want~

😳😳😳😳😳

....yeah sorry for such a long thirst just wanted to share haha

I am sorry I’m just obsessed with the camboy/girl tropes. I seriously need to write something properly for Only Fans Bakugou because it lives in my mind on a daily.

But imagine Bakugou having his own OF too and you start messaging each other to collaborate together on a video? And like the hype surrounding it is HUGE.

Imagine making different kinds of content depending on who’s free to help you out? Like you promise to keep their faces out of the videos so no one recognises them but with the use of their quirks people could probably guess... and then for a special milestone they all come over to shoot a video with you? That’s hot af, anon😭😭😭

[owo-shenanigans]

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#5

Xiao deserves something nice, I think.

Gen. Xiao Dating headcanons

He is always exceptionally careful when touching you- while he doesn’t have massive superstrength, constantly fighting for thousands of years will leave you able to crush fingers if you aren’t careful. No matter how capable you are, he treats you as if you’re made of porcelain.

I think he would prefer you to be an exceptionally strong fighter or someone who holds little interest in exploring the world. He can’t always be around to protect you, so if you can protect yourself or don’t go places that you’ll need protecting he’ll be able to rest easier.

More likely than seeing him every week or every few days is that you two take a weekend every month or so to hang out; while he could push himself in his battles to make it to you more often, you hate seeing him collapse from exhaustion and his wounds.

He likes it when you play with his hair; he’s very on edge when others get in his personal space, so he does need you to announce your intentions and what you’re doing.

No idea how to cook, but he’ll probably learn through dating you. Whether you enjoy it and want to share it with him, or if you abhor it and ask him to do the cooking when you have your weekends together, he’ll learn. And he enjoys it, overall. Somehow having the smells come together slowly and him knowing how they come about help them not be so overwhelming and awful. You tell him about a drink from Snezhnaya, that they make with milk so cold it freezes and other flavorings; you’ve been wanting to try it, as it sounds incredibly refreshing for the summer, you admit.

A few weeks later, he’s brought milkshakes for you to try. He enjoys the texture, himself; it doesn’t weigh heavy in his stomach and he can put in a light flavor that he’ll actually enjoy.

He knows that he’ll grieve when you pass- he has for the others he’s loved and lost. But he’s learned to keep the sweet memories, and not attempt to avoid it. Better to be happy now then in a constant haze of murder and numbness.

206 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

#4

Happy birthday to me. Had to write something for my favorite feral man. Using a headcanon name that i saw and rather liked. Wrote this fairly late in one sitting the night before. Favorites are specified and the reader is more clarified as a person as this is written for me first, but it’s still kept very open.

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Birthday Delights - Il Dottore x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

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For once, Dottore wasn’t in his lab.

You even checked under the tables and in the closets- while he would usually drag himself to the cot he kept a room to the side of his lab, there were a few rare times that he would collapse to the floor after finishing one experiment, then checking on the development of another ongoing test, making sure the beakers were properly washed after Wilson had done such a sloppy job all those weeks ago, and, and, and until he collapsed.

Pursing your lips, you rung the bell to summon his personal assistant; you thought her name was Anya, or something along those lines. Apparently she had been caught stealing extra rations during base training, and was sentenced to being Dottore’s direct assistant for a few months as punishment.

It took ten minutes for her to finally arrive, white hair tied in a braid crown and covered in sweat. She took half a minute to catch her breath, finally gasping out, “Y/N! I apologize, I had to run all the way here. What do you need?” Dottore had told her to treat your orders as second to none but himself, and you felt a tinge bad for how it manifested at times.

“I was wondering where Dottore is? I checked his rooms as well and there wasn’t a sign of him there.”

Anya hesitated, squeezing her hands together, and you frowned. “Where is he, Anya. If he’s doing something bad, I want to know.”

“Oh no, it’s nothing bad!” Anya hastened to reassure you. “It’s rather sweet, actually. I just… Wasn’t. Supposed… to tell you.” Her voice trails off as she realizes what she revealed. “Please don’t tell him, I’m almost done with my service and I don’t want to be experimented on!” Her vomit of words is paused when you hold your hand up.

“I won’t tell him. Don’t worry.” The relief in her face and her shaking knees led you to the decision that you would need to have another talk with him about how to treat his assistants. “However, can you lead me to him? Even if he’s busy, I want to at least see him today.”

She squeezed her hands together again, brow furrowed as she thought. “He should be done by now…” She mumbled to herself. “Yes, I can. Let’s go- slowly, though. To give him time to finish up.” You nodded, and she turned to lead you to your boyfriend.

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Half an hour later, you can understand why Anya was so out of breath. Dottore’s lab was in a far flung tower, far from the rest of the palace, but she was leading you towards an area you had never convinced yourself was worth the time and energy to explore. “Wait here, please, I’ll check if you’re allowed to come in yet.” She directed you to wait behind a pillar, out of view of the large, decorated with fine detail wooden doors. Cracking one open, she slid in and you amused yourself by staring at the oak statues in the halls, wondering how long they had been here.

It was a few minutes before Anya came back out, and by the look of her Dottore had been too busy to be annoyed at her delay, likely only demanding her help with the finishing up.

“You can come in, Y/N.” She had a small smile on her face as she held the door open. You stepped through and a gasp escaped you.

This had obviously been the work of a few people. The large, ornately decorated room was pristine, windows that nearly reached the ceiling clean and uncovered by curtains, showing the thick snow that always surrounded the Tsaritsa’s palace. The reds and oranges of the sunset bled through the glass, covering the room. There was a music player in the corner of the room, playing soft classical music. In the center of the room was a table with a white tablecloth covering it, and Dottore standing beside it.

He looked even more handsome than usual, his usual simple overshirt and undershirt exchanged for a white suit with black accents and blue tie. The only thing you could think, other than wow, was how glad you were that you had decided to wear your favorite nice outfit that morning.

“Perfect timing.” Your feet carried you to him and he picked up your hand to kiss it. He usually wasn’t this affectionate, and you couldn’t help the blood rushing to your face. “Happy birthday, mon désir.”

“This is for my birthday?” Your face lit up, and his grin widened.

“Why yes, yes it is. I cooked you a full course meal. I wouldn’t trust anyone else for your birthday dinner. It should be incredible.”

And there was his ego. You couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed; when you loved him, you loved all of him. “I’m excited. I know it’ll be great.” You slid into your seat and he tucked a napkin into your collar.

The hors d'oeuvres were already on the table under a metal cover, and he revealed them to be sliced apples and raspberries drizzled with honey. Anya had left once you were fully through the door, and Dottore took his mask off to rest on the side.

Chatting let the fruit be eaten quickly, and he called the next dish in, bringing his mask back up as Anya brought the cart in. The amuse-bouche was next, followed by the appetizers, which were an array of small sandwiches. The main courses were a dizzying array of favorites. Multicheese macaroni and cheese accompanied by a perfectly seared slice of steak, delicate pasta that almost didn’t need to be chewed, to name a few. He had obviously spent hours and hours preparing everything, even with the help of kitchen assistants you knew he would have needed.

“I can’t believe you went to all this effort.” You wiped at your mouth with a napkin, taking a sip of wine. While you would never call yourself a wine connoisseur, the flavor was incredible. “This is so… So amazing.”

“It’s simply because you’re worth it.” Dottore spoke like it was no big deal, but you could see the smile on his face grow. “I wouldn’t do this for just anyone.”

“No, I mean it Nicolas.” You used his first name and reached across the table to cover and squeeze his hand. “I love it. Thank you.”

The number of times you had seen his face redden from an emotion other than anger or drunkenness you could count on one hand, and now you could add to that tally. It wasn’t a blooming blush, but you knew it wasn’t from the sunset lighting.

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216 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

#3

wait hi i saw ur pjo requests were open can i ask for a nico x reader platonic and they’re just mlm and wlw solidarity maybe and perhaps reader has a crush on annabeth or piper

I love this idea so fucking much omg (also this is an au where Bianca doesn’t join the hunters and die bc canonically. He’s barely at the camp)

Nico having MLM WLW solidarity with reader (PLATONIC)

You just kind of sit beside him and say, “So…. Percy and Annabeth, huh?”

He rambles about how cool and awesome and amazing and cool Percy is for ten minutes, with a few hastily added but still genuine comments about how Annabeth is fairly nice and smart.

“So- uh, what do- you think about them?” He stammers out once he’s done, trying to direct the attention off of himself.

And you proceed to talk about how pretty and amazing and wonderful Annabeth is and you wish you could talk to her but every time you try you just get so tongue twisted and can barely stammer out a hello-

You two don’t exactly become friends, not yet, but when your activities line up you can usually be found hanging out and gossiping about what’s been happening at camp. He’s a lovable kid that gives off serious little brother energy, so people aren’t quite as sealed with their secrets as they should be when he’s around. As long as you don’t spread it around, he likes talking to you!

Honestly, the moment you two seriously bonded is when Percy and Annabeth officially got together. You’d known that they were really into each other, yes, but seeing them kiss under the watery surface cracked your heart. The two of you cried under your bunk for an hour, demolishing a box of tissues and three trays of snacks Bianca brought over once she heard what the issue was.

After that you two were almost bonded at the hip. You both helped each other get over your crushes and started hanging out outside of activities as well.

Once you hit 16 and puberty started hitting y’all HARD, you started taking trips out of camp together, officially to deliver packages too big for Iris’ delivery service, but really to people watch people who you hadn’t grown up with and seen with drool tracks on their faces in the mornings their cabin had been too late to get into the bathrooms before breakfast. People were a lot more attractive when you didn’t spend years living with them, you both found out.

Nico is a lot quieter about it, half his formative years having been during the 40’s keeping him from being open about his attraction to men. You try and make an effort to stay on the downlow too- you hate making him uncomfortable.

When Piper came crashing down in that chariot, you could feel your heart doing ten flipflops as she got thrown onto shore. Eagerly offering to show her around, you ignored Nico’s snickering. Piper was polite, if heavily confused, and you were down BAD. You took revenge on Nico’s kissy faces by throwing your arms around him and his crush and loudly asking if they were dating, refusing to take a hint with a shit eating grin on your face.

277 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#2

Had to write this to get it out of my head. Can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic- it's very ambigous. I don't plan to open requests for Encanto, but if enough people like this and say so. Perhaps I'll write more. Gender Ambiguous reader.

x Camilo - ghost stories

Word Count: 470

"And then, the girl was never seen again." Your fingers spread out and your eyes widened. "Some say that if you go to the lake at four in the morning, close your eyes, bring an offering, and ask for your fortune, she'll tell it to you. But if your question is deemed beneath her, or your offering is deemed as such too, she’ll drag you beneath the water, never to be seen again.”

Camilo shrugged, leaned back on their arm. “Eh. 7 out of 10. The start was good, the middle had too much detail and the ending was too specific. Good effort though.”

“Oh come on! Will anything come up to your standards?” You flop onto your blanket. “It’s no fun if I’m the only one getting scared.”

“Get better ghost stories and maybe you’ll have the honor of scaring me.” He snickers and turns into an old man. “Come now, (Y/N), scare these miserly old bone-”

You swat him and he turns back into himself, cackling. “Okay, okay. My turn. Once upon a time, in a place not far from here….”

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“And she said, in a crooning voice, ‘oh, won’t you be a dear and help me out?’ The young man agreed, and leaned down to help her out of the well. With a frightful shriek, she pulled him in! Her transformation began, and the man backed away out of fright. For she looked just… Like… This!”

Camilo twisted and when they faced you their face was utterly grotesque. A gnarled nose paired with boils all over, covered in clumps of hair with something rotting in the larger patches. You couldnt even describe the rest- you were too busy screaming.

Something also screaming scrambled into your lap and only your extreme self control helped you not shove it off.

“Wh- Antonio?!” Camilo’s voice shifted from crackly and aged to his regular one as he shifted back to himself. “What’re you doing here?”

Antonio was scared out of his wits however, and once he took a breath from screaming he let out a sob. “I wanted to be part of the fun!” He wailed. “Your story was so scary, though!” His tears were staining your shirt, but you weren’t about to push a ten year old out of your lap, especially if they were terrified.

“There’s a reason we didn’t invite you.” They scowled at the boy in your lap.

“C’mon Camilo.” You patted the boys head (and his curls were really bouncy, lord–) and sighed.

“We can finish scary story night later. Let’s get some hot chocolate now, hm?”

Antonio’s head bobs up and down shakily and you manouver yourself up, taking his small hand in yours.

“Fine.” Camilo pries himself off the floor, but he can’t hide his excited smile at the mention of hot chocolate.

307 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

*bangs hand against the table* i love this man so much im going to cry. (this has been ini my drafts since september i literally forgot abt this)

General Sniper Mask Dating Headcanons

He has a huge hand fascination. Whether he's playing with yours or you're playing with his, he's happy. Or just whenever you touch him with your hands. Brush his hair and he'll be putty in your hands.

Sit in his lap. Just sit there. He's comfortable. C'mon, it's a free chair, all for you. He just loves having you within his reach at all times. He looks a little ridiculous whenever he pats his lap but you gotta love him.

He's not much for PDA, though. Before the manga he was just a pretty shy kid so he'd burst into flames if you did anything more than hold his hand in the busy public. During the manga, he's really busy trying to survive and he doesn't want you to be able to be used against him. In private, he's all over you.

He would likely only date someone he's known for quite a while, so once you've been officially dating for a few months you'll know that he's a huge fan of cuddling. Spooning is likely his favorite, but anything that feels like he's protecting you is his ideal.

If you pull him down by his tie he’ll melt. Do it. Do it. Just do it.

His love language is likely a mix of acts of service and physical affection.

He really likes looking cool. While in a serious fight his entire focus will be on destroying the enemy as fast as possible, once it’s over and he’s checked the perimeter for hidden enemies, he’ll be sneaking you glances almost asking if you thought he looked cool.

I care him deeply i need to find the time to read this series again

383 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

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[babysizedfics]

my roman brain is zooming again so: what is the longest either of the boys have ever been little, and what would be a little roman/big virgil scenario??? im just imagining slightly perplexed caregivers because vee is clearly big and ro is clearly little and its New but they Vibe anyway and roman feeling cared for as part of the family and like his age dreaming isnt just asking for attent— heck i’m projecting like a lot of people on this blog but ?? also YAY im super glad you’re happy! —smallanon

here we go first hc of the day!!

firstly: the longest they've been little

for roman it was when he was preparing the garden wedding for his cgs! he was just full of childish excitement because he felt like a secret agent since he didnt tell anyone about it bc it was a surprise

and he just kept imagining how happy lo and pat would be and how proud they would be that he made all the decorations - so for pretty much the entire week before the wedding he was little!! he just had so much energy, he would direct that energy into making things and bouncing around and singing and dancing because if he had let himself be big the excitement actually might have spilled over into him blurting out the secret

so it was honestly a sneaky tactic to get himself to keep it secret

it was so long for him purely because he is very functional and can easily do adult tasks even when he is pretending to be a kid - like my friend duckie explained it, age dreaming is doing childrens activities and behaviours but with an adult mindset

so he could still do his chores and stuff and look after himself (though i think he would have hyperfixated on the wedding and maybe lsot track of time a lot) but it was all imbued with a sense of childish wonderment and hyperactivity

for virgil it's less of a happy scenario, at some point i am going to write this, it's honestly quite venty and completely projecting tbh

one week virgil is headed toward sensory overload but his caregivers are not aware of the signals and do not pick up on it - this culminates one day in them accidentally pushing vee's overload over the edge and he has a full blown autistic meltdown

the fic will explore the actual meltdown and how it is handled so i won't detail that here

but after such an intense and honestly traumatic experience virgil goes mute for a few days and to handle the distress of it all, his brain makes him regress and it doesn't let up for a few days

he is usually only regressed in bouts of a few hours, sometimes for a whole day but after that he usually won't need to regress for another day (the rule with him is roughly 50/50 for big/little headspace)

but this time he is completely in a baby headspace for several days and patton and logan are of course okay with that and offer him so much support and attention and love and are very careful not to overlod him again (because once you have a meltdown things do not go back to normal, you are very hypersensitive and are at risk of another one if you take on too much too fast)

but they are admittedly worried and saddened that virgil was so distressed to warrant such a long regression spell - they wouldnt have it any other way and are relieved now more than ever that virigl has such a healthy coping mechanism, they just wish he wasn't in so much pain

and virgil being around little roman

usually virgil had felt quite unsure and a little uncmfy being around roman while he is big but ro is little - it was a really really rare occurrence anyway though, it probably only happened once before because a) roman is usually omly little because he sees vee is little and b) if vee is big but sees ro little then his baby brother brain kicks in and he just wants ro to be his big brother again so he regresses

but during that week that roman was little before the secret wedding, roman actually had to let him in on the plan because he needed help with some decorations

and virgil is really awkward at first when he realises ro is little while they are sitting in his room while roman makes origami flowers and tries to show him how to do it

he feels a bit weird because he is used to roman being older than him even when theyre big - as much as virgil would never admit it, he does secretly like being the youngest side, it feels safe and comforting even when he's not regressed

but now roman is acting like a little kid and virge is definitely not regressed and he's not sure how to cope with it, his anxiety is hurtling thoughts through his mind about what if roman expects virgil to look after him? what if roman throws a tantrum? what if roman thinks virgil is boring or stupid? what if roman actually regresses and becomes a baby and hurts himself and it would be all virgils fault then everyone would blame him?? (yeah this is anxiety, none of this would actually happen)

but when roman sees that virgils hands are shaking too much to fold the origami, he puts his hands over virgils and rubs his thumbs over vee's knuckles softly and virgil sighs in relief

then roman says its ok if he cant do the origami because roman just thought of another thing that needs doing!! and he hands vee a pile of multicoloured paper and takes a sheet and rips it into strips then rips those strips into little squares

'petals for the flower boy!' he tells vee with a big smile, then wordlessly goes back to his paper lilies

and virgil tentatively picks up the papaer and starts ripping it and OH thats a rlly great sound rrrriiip rrrriiip

so virgil calms down a lot, it's a great stim to tear up paper and soon his fingers arent trembling and he feels a lot more comfortable because even when roman was little and virgil was big, roman was still looking out for him

and actually speaking to little roman isnt so different from speaking to big roman, virgil realises

they joke around a lot and are making lilies and petals for a couple of hours and feeling very relaxed

i do think this big virgil and little roman is really rare just because of how easily vee slips into his headspace but this one instance is very soft to me

[dfel-exe]

Hello, I have a huge soft spot for cute fictional teenage murderers, for example, Lawrence (dfel) and Jason Dean (Heathers). Only if you wouldn't mind, what do you think about writing a Lawrence X Reader where it is a Heathers AU where Lawrence takes the place of J.D. and the reader takes the place of Veronica? Omly if you want to, though.

BASED OFF OF THE MOVIE!!!

i apologize it took me so long to get to this, requestee. but, it’s here now! it may be a little messy, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! (there may be a few typos, as i said, this was 30 whole pages of editing. but i’ll probably find them sometime along the road! enjoy~)

this took a long time (7 hours in total, actually), but it was super fun! i avoided calling the three girls all by Scarlett to avoid confusion, as i know that wouldn’t have only confused me, but you guys as well. i tried my best to keep everybody as in character as possible, but Lawrence will probably seem really out of character here, as JD is a very unique character and i felt the need to keep Lawrence very similar to him. Sue will also seem very OOC near the end, but if you’ve watched the movie, you know why~

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Love Story (Heathers!AU) - Lawrence x Reader

Word Count: 10,938

Warnings: death, mentions of suicide and eating disorders, vomit, swearing; lots and lots of dark humor

Key: Y/N - Your Name; E/C - Eye Color; H/C - Hair Color

Y/N’s diary writing and thoughts will be in italics

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You let out a sigh of annoyance as you watched Scarlett and her minions trample the flowers in your yard, their croquet sticks dangling from their hands. You’d think after they buried you under the ground, they’d at least have the decency to respect your flowers. They walked up to the croquet balls, each of them having their corresponding color of red, yellow, and green. The one who wore yellow (who you liked to call Scarlett #2) had beautiful long, light brown hair, and gorgeous dark blue eyes. She positioned herself in front of the yellow ball, swinging the stick back to hit it. As soon as the ball and the stick connected, she let out a sigh at the unfortunate results of her hit.

“Damn. It’s your turn, Scarlett.” She looked back at the girl wearing red. Scarlett clicked her tongue and looked at Hailey.

“No, Hailey. It’s Sue’s turn,” she spat, her ruby red eyes narrowing. The two of them looked over to the third girl. She had a book in her hand, her mind far away from the game of croquet. Scarlett rolled her eyes. “Sue?”

The ravenette looked up, her glasses framing her large, brown eyes. She closed the book and looked down at her feet. “Sorry, Scarlett.”

You huffed at the interaction between the three.

Sue tossed the book to the ground, hastily getting in position to hit the ball. The ball neared your head, but rolled to a stop before any damage could be done. Scarlett was up next, a smirk crossing her face as she bent down to pick up the red ball. The smirk didn’t leave her lips as she kissed the ball, placing it back down on the ground. Getting in the right stance, she swung the croquet stick to hit the ball.

You squeezed your eyes shut as the red ball made contact with your forehead, a sudden stinging pain emerging from the area. A few seconds after the hit, you shook your head and looked up at the three as they giggled. You looked away, your misery and humiliation only growing.

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You sat on the school steps, a pen in your hand as you scribbled down your scattered thoughts. Well, maybe not as scattered as you imagined. In fact, they were quite organized. Unlike your hasty handwriting…

Dear Diary,

Scarlett told me she teaches people real life. She said, “Real life sucks losers dry. If you want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly.”

I said, “So you teach people how to spread their wings and fly?”

She said, “Yes.”

I said, “You’re beautiful.”

Hailey walked up to you, Sue close to her side. The brunette gently kicked you in the side, a pout on her face as she avoided eye contact.

“Come on, Y/N…” she muttered, clearly not enjoying her time pestering you. Her soft voice echoed in the (surprisingly) quite corridor, her distant eyes almost as dull as her voice sounded.

Your eye twitched as you flipped the hair out of your face, looking up at the girl in yellow. “What is your damage, Hailey?”

She flinched at your aggressive tone, tilting her head once more and avoiding eye contact. She squeaked out a reply. “Please don’t blame me, blame Scarlett… She told me to haul you into the cafeteria, pronto.” She lifted her head, looking over to Sue, signalling for help.

Sue took the signal and continued the conversation. “Yeah, she really wants to talk to you, Y/N.”

You shut your diary, aggravation covering your facial features at their urgent tones. “Okay, I’m going. Jesus Christ…” You stood up, following the two to the cafeteria. As you entered, Sue and Hailey led you to Scarlett. Your eyes traveled the room, finding a variety of different students.

Of course, you had to have your table of jocks. More like the dumbasses of the school, in your opinion. But hey, to each their own, right? And then, there was the table of cheerleaders. If anybody could make somebody’s life a living hell in thirty seconds, it was them. If they had dirt on you, your high school social status was down the drain. The rest of the tables consisted of the basic groups, your nerds, your losers, your weirdos (named by the one and only Scarlett).

You looked straightforward once more, facing the back of Scarlett.

“Hello, Scarlett.”

She turned around, a fake smile on her perfect features.

“Y/N, finally. I’ve got a note of Zion’s. I need you to forge a hot and horny, but realistically low-key note in Zion’s handwriting, and we’ll slip it onto Martha Dumptruck’s lunch tray.”

You glowered at her, speaking up with an irritated voice. “Shit, Scarlett, I don’t have anything against Martha Dunstock.”

Her jaw dropped at your words as she raised her eyebrows. “You don’t have anything for her either! Come on, it’ll be very. The note will give her shower nozzle masturbation material for weeks.”

Sue and Hailey made eye contact with each other, small smiles on their face. A despondent look crossed your face as you looked her in the eye. “I’ll think about it.”

She gave you a familiar nasty look. “Don’t think,” she jeered.

Her famous smirk appeared once more as Martha turned the corner, putting more food on her lunch tray. Scarlett turned to her minions, giving them a smile. “Y/N needs something to write on. Sue, bend over.”

Sue let out a sigh, but obliged to Scarlett’s words and bent into an L position. Scarlett gave you a piece of paper to write on, holding out the note she had gotten from Zion. You let out a dejected sigh, placing the paper on Sue’s back and beginning to forge what Scarlett was telling you.

“Dear Martha, you’re so sweet.” She continued to talk in her sugary voice until you had finished the letter, tearing it out and handing it to Scarlett. She then handed it to Hailey, who folded it in half and slipped it onto Martha’s lunch tray. She ran back to the three of you with a giddy smile on her face as you watched Martha take a seat.

You all sat yourselves down at a lunch table, the chatter between the trio continuing as you tuned them out, resting your cheek on your palm. A tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your daze, Scarlett giving you a smile.

“Y/N, guess what day it is?”

You thought for a moment, but quickly answered. “Lunchtime poll? So what’s the question?”

“Yeah, so what’s the question, Scarlett?” Sue asked as well, looking Scarlett in the eyes.

“Goddamn, Sue. You were with me in study hall when I thought of it.”

“I forgot.”

Scarlett stared at her for a moment before shaking her head and looking back down at the paper. “Such a pillowcase,” she muttered under her breath.

“This wouldn’t be that bizzaro thing you were babbling over the phone last night, would it?” You questioned, your eyes scanning the lunch room once again. You made a brief second of eye contact with a boy who seemed to be staring at you. He had brown locks and circular glasses, a confused squint crossing his face. You quickly averted your gaze, looking back to Scarlett.

“Of course it is-” She stood up, you and the other two following behind- “I told Dennis if he gave me another political topic, I’d spew burrito chunks.”

You looked over at the boy once more, barely hearing Scarlett’s words. This time, he gave you a charming smile with a small raise of the brow. With your eyes glued to him, you didn’t even notice where you were heading until you ran into somebody’s lunch chair. The impact made you gasp as you jumped back, looking down at the person sitting in the object.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry!”

“Judy, gosh. Hey, I’m really sorry I couldn’t make it to your birthday party last month.”

She shrugged and let out a slight laugh. “It’s okay. Your mom said you had a big date. I think I’d probably miss my own birthday for a date.”

You playfully punched her shoulder. “Don’t say that.”

She gave you another one of her bright smiles as the conversation continued. “You know what? I was looking around the other day, and I dug up, uh, these old photographs.” She let out a slight laugh as she pulled a few photos out of her bright blue backpack. She handed the photo to you as you smiled at her. 

“Oh, these are great!” You exclaimed as you looked at the old photos of you and her. The both of you were dressed up in Halloween costumes, you a ghost and her a devil. Both of you had bright smiles on your faces as you had your arm around her.

Scarlett firmly grabbed your arm, giving it a harsh tug. “Come on, Y/N!”

You dropped the photos (against your own will, might I add) as the blonde dragged you away from your childhood friend.

“I was talking to somebody!” You gave her a glare. She rolled her eyes and walked over to another lunch table, smiling at a brunette girl who looked quite annoyed.

“Hi Courtney. Love your cardigan,” Scarlett said with a judgmental look on her face.

Courtney smiled, placing a hand on her chest. “Thanks, I just got it last night at the limited. Like totally blew my allowance.” She giggled.

Scarlett smiled, pointing at her notebook. “Now check this out. You win five million from the publisher’s sweepstakes, and the same day that the big Ed guy gives you the check, aliens land on earth and say that they’re going to blow up the world in two days. What do you do?”

The boy sitting across from her smirked, responding to the question. “That’s easy. I just slide that was over to my father, because he is like one of the top brokers in the state.”

“If I got that money, I’d give it all to the homeless. Every cent,” Courtney replied, looking you in the eye.

“You’re beautiful,” you said, pursing your lips and furrowing your brows, nodding at her answer. You turned away from the table, walking off. Scarlett gritted her teeth, turning towards you.

“If you’re going to openly be a bitch-”

You cut her off immediately. “It’s just, Scarlett, why can’t we talk to different kinds of people?”

She opened her mouth in shock and gave you a confused look. “Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, do I look like Mother Theresa to you? If I did, I probably wouldn’t mind talking to the geek squad.” She gestured to four boys at a table. The one who she pointed directly at spit out his milk at the sight of the two of you looking at him.

“Does it not bother you that everybody in this school thinks that you’re a piranha?” You questioned while leaning your head forward, looking directly into her ruby eyes.

She gave you a sinister smile. “Like I give a shit. I mean, seriously Y/N. They all want me as a friend or a fuck. I’m worshipped at Westerburg, and I’m only a junior.” She shook her head at you. “I can’t believe this. We’re going to a party at Remington University tonight, and we’re brushing up on our conversational skills with the scum of the school.”

You rolled your eyes and averted your gaze to the floor, bumping your shoulder with hers as you walked towards the table of geeks. You gave them a soft smile.

“Hi,” you said, waving at them politely.

One of the geeks smiled, giving you a wave in return. Scarlett walked up next to you, letting out a sigh and staring down at the geeks with venom in her eyes.

“So this is what’s called a lunchtime poll.” You gave her a small nod as she asked the question before the both of you walked off to other groups, getting an answer from each of them. Some answers were weird, some normal, and others were quite… different, to say the least.

As you finished up with the poll, you and Scarlett found your way back to Sue and Hailey, both of which were watching Martha read the letter.

“Here we go…” Hailey muttered as she latched onto Scarlett’s arm. Martha stood up, walking over to Zion and his jock buddies. She handed him the letter, one of his friends looking over his shoulder to read it as well. The three girls behind you began laughing as discreetly as they could.

Zion’s friend burst out laughing as Zion looked at him with anger, giving him a punch on the shoulder. “Lay off, dude.”

“No way,” his friend replied, snatching the letter and passing it around the table. As the scene went on, you looked over back to the boy that had been staring at you earlier.

He adjusted his glasses, leaning back in his seat and giving you another smile, this one accompanied with a shrug. Letting out a sigh, you looked back to the table of jocks only to see Martha storm out of the cafeteria as they all continued laughing, Zion’s mood dropping at their animalistic behavior. You looked at the girls next to you, shaking your head and walking over to the donation table where two boys stood.

“Hey, Y/N,” Harry, a calm and kind boy, smiled at you. You nodded at him in acknowledgement as his friend took over the conversation.

“Five keeps the neighborhood alive,” he said, raising his eyebrows in hopes that you would donate. You gave them a small smile, reaching into your pocket. But before you could grab any money, a hand grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the table.

“You wanted to be a member of the most powerful clique in school. If I wasn’t already the head of it, I’d want the same thing.” Scarlett gave you a sadistic smile. “Come on, Y/N, you used to have a sense of humor.”

Her smile dropped as she flipped around, sashaying out of the cafeteria. As her back was turned, you lifted up both of your middle fingers and shot them out at her before quickly putting them away, rolling your eyes, and following her to the bathroom.

Hailey and Sue were already in the room when you and Scarlett entered, Hailey re-applying the little amount of makeup she had on and Sue standing near a stall. Scarlett joined Hailey as you stood by them.

“Y/N, could you come back here a minute?” Sue asked, eyeing you with an unintelligible look.

You looked at Scarlett, lifting up your pointer finger to your temple. “True friend’s work is never done,” you stated, turning around and following Sue into the stall. Scarlett rolled her eyes, muttering a ‘gross’ as you walked towards the girl in green.

“Grow up, Sue. Bulimia is so ‘87.” Scarlett leaned forward, putting on some lip gloss before smiling to herself in the mirror.

You looked Sue in the eyes, as you filed your nails. She was obviously embarrassed about the subject, being one of the most serious in the group.

“You know, maybe you should see a doctor.” You smiled at her. She looked down at the floor.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Come on, Sue, let’s take another look at today’s lunch.” Sue tried to make it go unnoticed, but you let out a quiet chuckle as she rolled her eyes at Scarlett’s next words.

You gave her a pat on the shoulder. “Don’t listen to her.”

Pushing yourself off the stall, you opened the stall door and walked out of the bathroom, the three girls following you back into the cafeteria. For the fourth time that day, you made eye contact with the mysterious boy with glasses.

“Wow, Y/N, drool much?” Hailey gave you a smug smile as she whispered out her words. It wasn’t often that she would speak like this, but on the rare occasion, she would muster up a few of these words to impress Scarlett. “His name is Lawrence. He’s in my history class.”

You ignored the stares the three gave you as you began to walk towards the boy, your gazes not leaving each other once. As you fully approached him, you began to speak.

“Hello, Lawrence.”

He looked down and let out a small chuckle at the fact that you knew his name, but looked back up at you with a gentle smile. “Greetings and salutations. Are you a part of them?” He gestured towards the three girls you had been standing by previously.

“No, I’m my own person. I’m Y/N.” You hugged your books tighter to your chest at the smile he gave you for your answer.

“This may seem like a really stupid question,” you said, eyeing him up and down.

“There are no stupid questions,” he replied. You bit your lip and smiled at the response.

“You inherit five million dollars the same day aliens land on the earth and say they’re going to blow it up in two days. What do you do?”

He furrowed his brows, looking down for a brief moment before looking back up at you. “That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard. Ah, I don’t know. Probably row out to the middle of a lake somewhere, bring along a bottle of tequila, my sax, and some bach.” He smirked, looking satisfied with his playful response.

“How very.” You smiled. He nodded back at you. The conversation was cut short by Scarlett storming towards you, a dissatisfied look on her features.

“Come on, Y/N.” She looked at Lawrence with a sour expression. You gave him a smile.

“Later,” you said, biting your lip once more.

He smiled back at you, fire in his eyes.

“Definitely.”

Scarlett rolled her eyes and grabbed your arm, dragging you away.

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After an afternoon of Scarlett and Sue bickering and a short conversation with Lawrence at the snack shack, you had finally arrived at the university party with Scarlett. As you walked into the area the party was at, a college kid stood up and smirked.

“Hello ladies, throw your coats on the floor. Ah, Y/N, this is Brad.” The guy said, pointing to his friend who stood next to him. He eyed you up and down before letting out a quiet ‘excellent.’ Scarlett grinned at you as the college kid (who you still didn’t know the name of) continued to talk.

“Did you girls bring your partying slippers?”

Scarlett smiled up at him. “Let’s party.”

He smiled and leaned over to Brad. “She loves to party!” He shouted over the music. Brad smiled and whispered something in his ear, the both of them breaking out into chuckles afterward.

Dear Diary,

I want to kill, and you have to believe it’s for more than just selfish reasons, more than just a spoke in my menstrual cycle. You have to believe me.

Brad smiled at you as you awkwardly stood in the small, young adult filled hallway. He shouted over the loud music so you could hear him.

“It’s so great to be able to talk to a girl and not have to ask what’s your major! I hate that.” You took a sip of the alcohol in your cup before looking away from him, ignoring his comment. He stayed silent for a moment, before his loud mouth opened up once more.

“So, when you go to college, what subjects do you think you’ll study?” You rolled your eyes at the question, repeating the process for the earlier comment. You pushed yourself off the wall, walking away to find a room that was empty.

Oh Christ, I can’t explain it, but I’m allowed an understanding that my parents and these Remington University assholes have chosen to ignore. I understand that I must stop Scarlett.

After multiple (awkward) incidents of walking in on college couples making out and such, you had finally found a room for yourself. You plopped yourself down on a couch, looking around in boredom. After a while of scanning the room, your eyes came across a box of matches.

Taking a match out, you lit it up and hovered your free hand over it, feeling the heat. Your hand got a little too close to the flame (probably because you were slightly tipsy) causing you to drop the match. But, you weren’t planning on it landing in your cup. The alcohol in the cup caught fire as you lifted the cup up, staring at the accident.

“Shit…” you muttered, throwing the cup out of an open window in panic. You leaned back on the couch, twiddling your thumbs at the boredom that visited you once again. After a few minutes, the door creaked open.

Brad gave you a cheeky grin, walking over to the couch.

“How’s my little cheerleader, huh? Oh, I know everyone at your high school isn’t so uptight.” He sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Come on.”

You gritted your teeth out of frustration and anger, beginning to raise your voice at the boy. “Come on, now look, I don’t feel so good, okay?”

Ignoring your comment, he picked up one of the coats on the couch. “Hey, let’s do it on the coats. It’ll be excellent, huh?” He gave you a wide smirk, his cocky voice annoying more than ever. You stood up out of his arms, looking at him with a glowering look.

“You know, I have a little prepared speech I tell my suitor when he wants more than I’d like to give him. Gee, blank, I had a really nice-”

“Save the speeches for Malcolm X. I just want to get laid.” He cut you off with his bold statement.

You reached down and nabbed your coat. “You don’t deserve my fucking speech.” You were practically fuming as you walked away from the room.

Judy was a true friend and I sold her out for a bunch of swatch dogs and diet coke heads.

Killing Scarlett would be like offing the Wicked Witch of the West. Wait, East. West! God, I sound like a fucking psycho!

You leaned against the hallway wall, the alcohol becoming a little too much for your teenage stomach. Before you knew it, a loud, booming voice reached your ears.

“What’s your damage, Y/N? Brad says you’re being a real cooze.” Those familiar, ruby eyes were narrowed at you, venom lacing her voice.

“Scarlett, I feel really sick like I’m going to throw up. So can we please jam now?” You replied hastily, your breathing labored.

She raised a brow. “No. Hell no!”

Before you could prevent it, you felt the bile coming up your throat. You lurched over to avoid throwing up on Scarlett’s dress and let the vomit leave your mouth. As you came up gasping for breath, Scarlett let out a sinister laugh as she stared at you.

Tomorrow I’ll be kissing her aerobicized ass, but tonight, let me dream of a world without Scarlett. A world where I am free.

You rushed out of the building, Scarlett not far behind you. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths before Scarlett began scolding you.

“You stupid fuck!”

Anger built up in your system as you quickly shot back a retort. “You goddamn bitch!”

“You were nothing before you met me. You were playing barbies with Judy. You were a bluebird. You were a brownie. You were a girl scout cookie. I got you into a Remington party. What’s my thanks? It’s on the hallway carpet! I got paid in puke!”

“Lick it up, baby! Lick. It. Up!” You replied with a satisfied smirk.

Her ruby red eyes glimmered in the moonlight, eyebrows furrowed in fury. “Monday morning, you’re history. I’ll tell everyone about tonight. Transfer to Washington. Transfer to Jefferson. No one at Westerburg’s gonna let you play their reindeer games.”

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You finished scribbling words into your diary, quickly throwing it across your room not long after. You let out a sigh. Preparing yourself to go pick it up, you looked over to the direction you threw it. But the one thing you weren’t expecting was to see Lawrence’s face popping through your window.

“Dreadful etiquette, I apologize.” He gave you a small smile.

You let out a small, awkward laugh. “It’s okay.”

He bit his lip, raising a brow at you. “I saw the croquet set up in the back. You up for a match?”

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After a night of Lawrence’s so called ‘strip-croquet’ and talking about both of your hatred for Scarlett, you both made your way to her house early in the morning.

After the two of you snuck into her house through the backdoor, you decided to put out a bit of reassurance.

“Trust me, she skips the saturday morning trip to Grandma’s even when she’s not hungover.”

He shut the door behind him, following you into her kitchen. “I guess we’ll make her a little hangover cure that will induce her to spew red, white, and blue then.”

You let out a small snort at the comment. “What about like milk and orange juice? What’s the upchuck factor on that?” You asked him. You walked over to the fridge, opening it and looking for the two drinks that you were planning to put in your evil hangover remedy. After spotting the two, your face lit up.

He stood up from his crouched position of searching through her cabinets, holding up a bottle of liquid drainer. “I’m a no-rust-buildup man myself.”

“Don’t be a dick. That stuff will kill her.” You rolled your eyes as you took out the orange juice and milk, putting it on the kitchen counter. He gave you a bit of an awkward smile, the grin on your face slowly dropping.

You looked around the kitchen counter, thinking about the comment he just made. You quickly thought of something to change the subject. “I know, we can cook up some soup and put it in a coke. That’s pretty sick, eh? Now should it be chicken noodle or bean with bacon?” You screwed the cap off of the orange juice and put the two soups on the counter.

He turned around and gestured the various cans and bottles on the counter in front of you. “Put a lid on that stuff, I say we go with big blue here.” He lifted up the glass of blue liquid drainer in order to show it off to you.

Holy shit, he wasn’t joking, was he?

“What are you talking about? She would never drink anything that looked like that anyway.” He clicked his tongue, looking up into the newly opened cabinet.

“So we’ll, uh, put it in this.” He grabbed a mug with a lid on top of it, turning to you to get a look of approval. “She won’t be able to see what she’s drinking.”

You sighed, walking over to the area he was standing at with the orange juice and milk in your hands.

“Let me get a cup, jerk,” you said playfully, reaching up to grab a mug to put the two drinks in. He began to dump the liquid drainer in the mug he grabbed, while you started pouring the milk and orange juice in the cup you had grabbed.

After a bit of conversing, he looked you in the eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said, grabbing your cheeks and gently lifting your face up. He initiated a gentle kiss, while you reached down to grab the cup of orange juice and milk. Too focused on the kiss, you accidentally grabbed the liquid drainer. Pulling away from the kiss, you gave him a soft smile before walking away to go find Scarlett.

As you were about to walk away, Lawrence called out to you.

“Ah, Y/N?”

“What?”

“Uh, nevermind. I’ll carry the cup.”

The two of you entered Scarlett’s room, watching her sleep peacefully.

“Morning, Scarlett,” you greeted her as she opened her eyes, sitting up slowly.

“Y/N and… whoever the hell you are. Nice surprise. Hear about Y/N’s affection for regurgitation?”

“Scarlett, I think last night we both said a lot of stuff we didn’t mean,” you spoke to her in a soft voice.

She raised a brow. “Did we?” She shifted her gaze over to Lawrence. “How the hell did you get in here?”

He looked over to you as he began speaking, changing the subject quickly. “Um, Y/N knew you’d have a hangover so I whipped this up for you. It’s a family recipe.”

“What did you do, put a phlegm globber in it or something?” She questioned. “I’m not going to drink that piss.”

He looked over at you once more. “I knew this stuff would be too intense for her.” He brought the cup down to his side.

Scarlett let out a laugh. “Ha! Intense. Grow up. You think I’ll drink it just because you call me a chicken?”

You and Lawrence both shared mischievous smiles as she got out of her bed and began walking towards him.

“Just give me the cup, jerk.”

He licked his lips, extending his arm as she took the cup and quickly lifted it up to her lips, downing the entire drink. Her eyes widened after she got a taste, and she began to lurch forward a bit.

Your face morphed into one of confusion at her reaction, and it only deepened as she began choking and gasping for air.

She walked forward, clawing at her throat and before you knew it, she fell forward, straight through a glass table. The glass shattered and you let out a gasp, looking over at Lawrence as he smiled a bit.

“Oh my god!” you yelled, shock overcoming your system. “I can’t believe it. I just killed my best friend.”

“And your worst enemy,” Lawrence added on.

“Same difference.”

You walked over to a chair, holding your head in your hands and closing your eyes tightly.

“What are we going to tell the cops?” He questioned. “Fuck it if she can’t take a joke, Sarge?”

“Oh the cops,” you gasped out, the shock still settling in. “I can’t believe this is my life. Oh my god. I’m gonna gave to send my SAT scores to San Quentin instead of Stanford.”

“All right, just a little freaked here. At least you got what you wanted, you know?” Lawrence feigned shock, a smile on his face as he stood behind you. You turned towards him, his smile dropping immediately.

“Got what I wanted? It is one thing to want somebody out of your life, but it’s another thing to serve them a wakeup cup full of liquid drainer.”

The both of you stood silent for a few moments, the air being broken by Lawrence’s silky voice.

“Alright, we did a murder. Now that’s a crime. But if this were like a suicide thing, you know?”

“Like a suicide thing?”

“Yeah. I mean, you can do Scarlett’s handwriting as well as your own, right? Right?”

You reached down into one of her drawers, grabbing a sheet of paper. Looking Lawrence in the eyes, you responded. “Yeah.”

Lawrence nodded as you began to recite what you would write down. “You might think what I’ve done is shocking.”

Lawrence continued on to your words on what to write in the note. “Um, to me though, suicide is the natural answer ot the myraid of problems life has given me.”

“That’s good, but Scarlett would never use the word myriad.”

“This is the last thing she’ll ever write. She’s going to want to cash in on as many fifty cent words as possible.”

“Yeah, but she missed myriad on the vocab test two weeks ago.”

“That only proves my point more. The word is a badge for her failures at school.”

“Oh.” You sighed. “Okay, you’re probably right.”

He nodded at you as you continued to say the words you were writing out loud.

“People think that just because you’re beautiful and popular life is easy and fun. No one understood, I had feelings too.”

As the two of you finished the suicide note, you ran out of the house, seperating with a kiss and going your own ways.

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After a long school day of the students ‘mourning’ for Scarlett (and your small mental breakdowns in the locker room and english class) you had finally settled down next to Lawrence on his couch. You rested your head on his shoulder, your eyes closed as he had a tiny conversation with his father. You tuned most of it out, until you heard his father mention something about you. Lawrence lightly tapped your shoulder, forcing your eyes to open as you looked up to the man.

He was almost the spitting image of Lawrence, but a lot older.

“Y/N, this is my dad, Dad, this is Y/N.”

You smiled at him, giving him a small greeting as you held your hand out for a shake. He just stared at you, an unreadable look on his face. He didn’t return your handshake, resulting in you awkwardly retreating your hand. Lawrence rolled his eyes at his father’s actions.

“Gee, Dad. Why don’t you ask your guest to stay for dinner?”

Before you knew it, an unsettling feeling rested itself inside your stomach. You lifted yourself off of the couch, a gentle (yet awkward) smile resting on your face.

“Actually, um, I can’t. My mom’s making my favorite meal tonight. Spaghetti, lots of oregano.”

Lawrence gave you a nod. “Sounds good.” He stood up from the couch, walking over to give you a small kiss on the cheek.

“See you,” he mumbled.

“Right.” You bid the two goodbye, quickly walking home.

After a very short dinner with your parents, you quickly got clothed in the old black dress sitting in the back of your closet. Scarlett’s funeral wasn’t exactly something you were looking forward to, but out of respect, you had decided to attend.

As you sat in the church pew next to Lawrence, the (quite opinionated) priest continued to drone on.

“I blame not Scarlett, but rather a society that tells its youth that the answers can be found in the MTV video games. We must pray that the other teenagers of this town know the name of that righteous dude who can solve their problems. It’s Jesus Christ, and he’s in the book.”

“Amen,” the attendees of the funeral chorused, both you and Lawrence looking over at each other with hesitant looks.

As each of the fellows teenagers of your school took their turn praying next to Scarlett, you were finally up. You kneeled down next to the girl (who still managed to keep her beauty, even in death) and softly closed your eyes.

Hello, to whoever’s listening in on this. I’m sorry. Technically, I did not kill Scarlett, but hey. Who am I trying to kid, right? I just want my high school to be a nice place. Amen. Did that sound bitchy?

As you walked away from the casket, you ran into Hailey not long after.

“Y/N, what are you doing tonight?”

“I’m not sure, mourning? Maybe watch some TV. Why?” She linked her arm with yours and walked you out of the church.

“Well, Ram asked me out tonight, but he wants to double with Zion and Zion doesn’t have a date.”

You sighed, stopping her in her place and looking at her sympathetically. “Hailey, I have something going on with Lawrence.”

“Please, Y/N. Put Lawrence on hold tonight, I really need your help here.”

You exhaled, giving her a hesitant nod before walking off.

———————–

You gave Hailey an annoyed look as the two of you stood next to each other in the towns pasture. Turns out, Ram had wanted to tip cows and decided to bring Zion, you, and Hailey along. You raised a brow while Ram giggled, circling the cow. Zion stood behind him, rolling his eyes every so often. After a small countdown, Ram had finally managed to tip the cow.

The cow landed in a big puddle of mud, the liquid splashing across you and Hailey. Ram let out a loud laugh while Zion, of course, continued to roll his eyes.

You let out a sigh of discontent, walking away from the trio and leaning up against a nearby tree.

After a couple of minutes, a familiar voice found your ears.

“What is this?” Lawrence questioned, walking down the hill. You groaned, walking towards him.

“I’m doing a favor for Hailey. Double date. I tried to tell you at the funeral, but you rode off before I could.”

“Another one of Scarlett’s clones.” He let out a chuckle, anger laced in his words. You gave him a disapproving look. He looked down at his shoes, muttering out an apology.

After a quick invite to go get a slushie (which the both of you enjoyed, thank you very much), you ended up going home in preparation for the long school day ahead of you.

And to your expectations, the next day started off shitty. Apparently, Ram decided to make some nasty ass rumors about you and him, plus Zion, which wasn’t going too well for either of you. The day was filled with rude comments directed towards you, and after a while, you were fed up. You called your mother to pick you up from school, and you spent the day coming up with revenge plots in you mind (that would never happen).

As you (sorta) expected, Lawrence had shown up later that night with a proposal. He wanted you to call Ram and tell him to meet up with you somewhere so the two of you could give him a scare with blanks. Crazy idea, I know, but hey, you only live once, right?

“Hi, Ram? Hey, this is Y/N. Yeah, I didn’t expect to be calling either. I guess my emotions took over. I was wondering if you wanted all those things you’ve been saying to really happen. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to have two guys at once.” You almost gagged at your fake words, but kept up the sickly sweet act. Lawrence let out an airy laugh, staring at you with surprise. You smiled and picked up a pillow, chucking it at the boy before focusing your attention back to the boy on the phone.

“Oh, sure. You can write to penthouse forum. Yeah, in the woods behind the school at dawn. Don’t forget! Oh, and you don’t have to bring Zion. It might be a little more interesting with just the two of us.” You quickly hung up the call, pursing your lips as you tried to hold back your laugh.

Lawrence gave you a charming smile before giving you a small peck.

About an hour later, you let out a sigh. Placing the gun Lawrence had handed you on the bed, you looked at him in the eyes. “I don’t get why we’re faking suicide notes when we’re just going to be shooting them with blanks.”

He returned your stare, raising his brows. “Well, we’re not going to be using blanks this time.”

Your brow raised as you stared at him in shock. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

Holy shit, I’m dating a fucking sociopath.

“Listen, my Bonnie and Clyde days are over,” you breathed out, beginning to lift yourself off the bed.

“Wait a second, wait a second.” He grabbed your arm, gently yanking you back down. “Do you take German?”

“French,” you corrected.

“All right, these are ich luge bullets. My grandfather snared a shitload of them back in WWII. They’re like tranquilizers. Only they break the surface of the skin enough to cause a little blood but no real damage.”

“So it looks like the person’s been shot and killed, and really they’re just lying there unconscious and bleeding?” He gave you a nod.

“Right. See, we shoot Ram and make it look like he accidently shot himself, and by the time he regains consciousness, he’ll be the laughing stock of the school. The note’s the punchline. How’d that turn out?”

You smiled up at him. “First, tell me the similarity is not incredible.” You smirked, grabbing a paper with a sample of Ram’s handwriting and the note you forged.

Lawrence grinned. “It’s incredible similarity.”

You let an accomplished smile, clearing your throat so you could read off the fake note you wrote. “I died the day I realized I could never reveal my forbidden feelings for Zion to an uncaring and ununderstanding world. The joy I shared when I was around him was greater than any touchdown. Yet, I was forced to live the lie of a sexist, beer guzzling, jock asshole.”

Lawrence let out a chuckle. “It’s perfect.”

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The next morning, you waited in the woods with a gun tucked into the waistband of your skirt. You readjusted your jacket so it would cover the bra that you were wearing for the act, jumping slightly at a sudden voice that chirped into your ears.

“Hi, Y/N.”

You gave Ram a nod of acknowledgment. “Glad you could make it.”

He stood around for a few seconds. “So… should I just whip it out or?”

Jesus Christ.

You gave him a fake smile. “Well, I’ve made a circle on this side of the clearing. Ram, why don’t you step over here.” You pointed to the circle you had made, Ram following your directions.

“When you get to the circle, strip.”

Ram raised a brow. “What about you?”

“I was kind of hoping you could rip my clothes off me, sport.” You gave him a wink, disgusted at the look he gave you.

“Good idea.”

After he had finished stripping down, you looked away, a fake smile crossing your face. “Okay, count of three, yeah?”

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three.” A surprise entrance was made by Lawrence. He stepped out from behind a tree, his gun held up high as he shot at Ram. Ram fell to the ground, blood surrounding the wound. A shuffle and gasp was heard from the forest, the both of you looking at each other with brows raised.

Before you knew it, a flash of red zoomed away.

“W-Was that Zion?” You questioned, looking over at Lawrence.

“Damn… stay here, Y/N. I’ll be right back.”

Lawrence ran after the boy, leaving you and Ram in the dust.

After a few minutes of silence, you kneeled next to Ram. You shook him a bit, noticing that he wasn’t breathing. The shocking realization came over you quickly as you drew back, a gasp leaving your mouth. “Oh my god.”

Zion came running around a tree, staring down at you and Ram. Lawrence didn’t hesitate in this stall, shooting him in the chest quickly. Zion slowly fell to the ground, a look of regret washing over his face. Another gasp let you as the blood from his chest splattered across your face, your hands reaching up to wipe it away.

You stared at Lawrence with suspicious eyes as you placed the note onto Ram’s body. Voices were heard not too far away, Lawrence looking up at you with wide eyes. He stood up, grabbing your hand and dragging you away from the scene.

You and him continued to sprint, a harsh whisper erupting from your throat. “Where the hell are we going?”

He shushed you, running even faster. The two of you eventually reached your car, both of you rushing to open the doors. You sat in the driver’s seat while he sat in the passengers, him ditching his large coat.

“Take your jacket off,” he said, out of breath while he pulled his shirt over his head.

“What? Why?!”

“Just do what I say!”

You complied, shrugging off the jacket to reveal your bra. Lawrence hastily reached forward, grabbing the sides of your face as he roughly kissed you. You didn’t exactly comply at first, until he mumbled ‘just follow my lead’ under his breath.

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his head as you matched the intenseness of the kiss. He leaned forward even more, making you lean slightly back as he bit your lip. You let out a slight yelp, but continued with the session. You shifted your eyes over to the front of the car, seeing a police officer on his walkie talkie. Shifting your eyes back over to Lawrence, you moved your lips down to his neck.

He looked over your shoulder, watching the cop leave. Letting out a sigh, he parted away from you. “We’re all good now.”

You leaned back into the seat, putting your jacket back on. “Thank god.”

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Following a brief argument with Lawrence in your car about whether they deserved to die or not, the both of you sat next to each other at a funeral, once again. A repeat of the same speech from the same priest and an emotional speech from Ram’s father set off something inside of you, something that agreed with the feelings you had about the murder of Zion and Ram.

Dear Diary,

My teen angst bullshit has a body count, and I’m not too happy about it. The most popular kids in school are dead. Everybody’s sad, but it’s a weird kind of sad. Suicide gave Scarlett depth, Zion a way out, and Ram a brain. I don’t know what it’s given me, but I’ve got no control over myself when I’m with Lawrence.

Are we going to prom or to hell?

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The day consisted of a lunchtime filled with you ignoring Lawrence and an afternoon of bickering between you two (as well as figuring out that his father is just as psychotic as he is), which resulted in a break up that didn’t end too well.

Roaming the hallways wasn’t exactly the easiest. I mean, after all, your ‘best friend’ was dead, your ex was a psycho, and Sue and Hailey weren’t your favorite people of all time. But, you grew some balls and showed up.

As you stood outside of Scarlett’s locker, you weren’t expecting a pair of cold hands to fall over your eyes.

“Guess who?”

You lifted the hands up, turning around to face the one and only Sue. But not only was she in high spirits, she had Scarlett’s red bow clipped up in her hair. It did compliment her nicely, but it didn’t seem correct.

You looked at the bow, letting out a scoff before walking away.

As the day came to an end, you laid down on your bed, letting out an exhausted sigh. It was basically a routine by now. Ever since Lawrence came into your life, the only interesting things that happened were pure chaos, which wasn’t your favorite.

You looked over at the phone on your nightstand, reaching over to dial a familiar number. The line began to ring, and before you knew it, a cheery voice answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Judy? This is Y/N. I was wondering, would you want to come over and play a game of croquet with me?”

Judy showed up not too long after, and the croquet game commenced. Judy was in the lead, but that wasn’t the thing that you were too focused on. After a bit of small talk, you decided to strike up an actual conversation.

“You know, I’m sorry for… dropping you like I did.”

“Oh, Y/N. It’s okay, I understand. I’d drop me too for a chance to hang out with Scarlett and her gang. No hard feelings, yeah?”

You gave her a gentle smile, but before you could vocalize a response, a voice interrupted.

“Well, look what we have here.” Sue and Hailey walked in, Sue clad in red.

Judy smiled at the ground, giving you a bashful look. “Listen I… I gotta get home, okay? Let’s talk again.”

You smiled at her, bidding her farewell before looking over to the two who rudely interrupted your free time with Judy.

Sue looked at you with a chipper smile. “I’m red.”

You rolled your eyes.

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Succeeding an argument with your parents about teen suicide, Sue decided to stroll into your house claiming that ‘the door was open.’

You walked up to her, giving her a small glare at the smile she sported. “Y/N, have you heard? We were doing chinese at the food fair when it comes over the radio that Martha Dumptruck tried to buy the farm.”

You opened your mouth in shock at the new information, but decided to let her continue speaking.

She let out a chuckle. “She belly flopped in front of a car wearing a suicide note.”

Despair flowed through your veins as you stared at Sue in surprise. “Is she dead?”

“No, that’s the punchline. She’s alive and in stable condition. Just another case of a geek trying to imitate the popular people of this school and failing miserably.”

You squinted your face up in anger at her words, lifting up a hand. Your hand flew across her cheek, the loud sound of flesh against flesh filling the room. Sue gasped, holding her hand up to her cheek.

Let’s just say that hours later, you were stuck apologizing, once again. The two of you sat in your room, listening to Hot Probs, and advice hotline on the radio. After a few ridiculous calls, a familiar voice entered your ears over the radio.

“My name is Hailey– no, it’s not Hailey. No, it’s Madonna. Jeez, no not that.”

You stared at Sue with wide eyes, her returning the look.

“Hey, babe, I need a name,” the man hosting the hotline called out. A few seconds of silence followed, but Hailey’s voice soon came through.

“My name is Tweety. God has cursed me, I think. The last guy I showed interest in killed himself the day after we had our date. I’m failing math, my whole life is a mess. I was supposed to be captain of the cheerleading team-”

You looked up at Sue in shock. “She knows we listen to this show.”

“Holy shit, we’ll crucify her!!” Sue smiled widely. You rolled your eyes at her comment.

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The next day came by all too quickly, and here you were, stuck in your thoughts once again. Hailey’s name was written all over the board as she sat idly in her cheerleading uniform, a sad look crossing her face.

Dear Diary,

Sue told everybody about Hailey. Yes, I’ve cut off Scarlett’s head and Sue’s head has sprouted back in its place like some… mythological thing my eighth grade boyfriend would have known about.

Sue’s even doing the old note trick. I’ve seen Lawrence’s way, and nothing has changed. I guess that’s Sue’s way. And Jesus, what about Lawrence? I can’t get him out of my head.

Wait– where’s Hailey going?

Hailey picked up her stuff, covering her face as she stormed out of the classroom.

You closed your diary, the teacher walking into the class asking the same exact question. Sue chuckled, looking down at her nails.

“She’s going to cry~” The jocks in the class laughed at her response. Not being able to handle the urge to go after her, you shot up from your desk, walking out of the classroom in the same way Hailey had. The teacher called after you, but no response was given.

You ran into the bathroom, catching sight of Hailey filling up an empty prescription bottle with water. Storming up to the timid girl, you grabbed ahold of her cheeks, forcing the tremendous amount of pills out of her mouth. “Hailey!”

“What are you trying to do, kill me?” She pushed you away, hugging her torso.

“What are you trying to do, sleep?” You shot back as she lowered herself to the ground.

“Suicide is a private thing.”

“Hailey, you’re throwing your life away to become a statistic in the us-fucking-a today. Now, that is the least private thing I can think of.”

“What about Scarlett, and Zion, and Ram?”

You sighed, sitting down next to her. “If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you?”

She hesitated for a moment, but answered not long after. “Probably.”

You reached your hand down to hers, gripping it tight. “If you were happy everyday of your life, you wouldn’t be a human being. You’d be a game show host.” She chuckled at the comment.

“What do you say we knock off early, but some shoes, something lame like that?” She asked, smiling at you.

“Okay.” She rested her head on your shoulder as the two of you sat in a comfortable silence.

———————–

You stomped down the stairwell, catching Sue sitting on the windowsill at the bottom. Apparently she had started a stupid little petition, and you weren’t too happy about it. “Sue?”

“Y/N, color me stoked, girl. I’ve gotten everyone to sign this petition, even the ones who think big fun is stupid. People love me! You know, you haven’t signed yet.”

“People love you, but I know you. Jennifer Forbes told me the petition she signed was to put a hot tub in the cafeteria. And Doug Hilton said–”

“Some people need different kinds of convincing than others. Look, just sign the petition, okay?”

“Don’t talk to me like that, okay?” You imitated, mocking her words.

“Look, it was Lawrence’s idea. He made out the signature sheet and everything, so why don’t you just sign it?”

“No,” you spat. She gave you a smirk, adjusting her glasses.

“Jealous much?”

You gritted your teeth, letting out some of your anger. “Sue, why can’t you just be a friend? Why are you such a megabitch?”

“Because I can be.” She smirked. “Y/N, why are you so damn persistent? Do you think, I mean, do you really think if Judy’s fairy godmother made her cool, she would still hang out with her dweebette friends? No way.” Sue finished the conversation, walking away swiftly.

You ran a hand through your hair, a frustrated sigh coming out of your mouth.

“Wanna go out tonight, catch a movie? Some miniature golf?” The ever-so familiar voice of Lawrence called out.

You crossed your arms, smirking at the ground. “I was thinking more along the lines of slitting Sue’s wrists open, making it look like a suicide.”

Lawrence walked up to you, rubbing your arm as he put his around your shoulder. “Now you’re talking. I could be up for that. I’ve already started underlining meaningful passages in her copy of Moby Dick, if you know what I mean. I knew you’d be back, Y/N.” He wrapped his arms around you, but you still had yours crossed. “I knew it. I was positive, I was sure.”

You lifted up your elbow, bringing it down into his stomach. “It’s over, Lawrence. Grow up!”

After a few feeble attempts of his to change your mind, you walked away, leaving him behind.

———————-

According to your parents, Lawrence stopped by the house and left you a letter. After opening the letter and revealing ‘Look familiar, sweetheart?’ in your handwriting (forged by himself), the message seemed pretty clear to you.

You rushed up to your room, only to find a doll with a tiny noose around its neck hanging from your ceiling fan.

This crazy bitch wants me to kill myself. Well, nice try, Lawrence. You don’t have a clue who you’re messing with, do you?

You laid down on your bed, curling yourself up in fetal position. Not long after, the sweet sound of the whistling wind managed to put you to sleep.

That night, you had a dream. Lawrence had shown up to your house and faked Sue’s suicide, and at her funeral, Scarlett had visited. The dream was very vague and you couldn’t remember much, but you weren’t too big on symbolism, so you decided to ignore it.

You were awakened by your mother shouting that dinner was ready. But, you decided to ignore her. If you wanted to carry out this fake sucide correctly, you couldn’t be having dinner with your parents, right? So, you went and sat down at your desk, opening your diary.

Dear Diary,

Last entry.

No one can stop Lawrence. Not the FBI, the CIA, or the PTA. He once told me that the extreme always makes an impression. Well now, it’s my turn. Let’s see how the son of a bitch reacts to a suicide he didn’t perform himself!

You slammed shut your diary, tying together one of your bed sheets into a noose.

Hanging it from your ceiling lamp, you took a deep breath before sticking your head into the loop at the bottom.

“I swear to god, if I actually die from this, I will come back and haunt every single soul that goes to my school. Dear God, please let me live,” you muttered, slowly stepping off of your bed and hanging from the noose. It hurt quite a bit, but it wasn’t enough to kill you.

You heard the sound of your window opening, but you kept quiet and let your head hang down.

“I can’t believe you did it!” Lawrence exclaimed. “I was teasing… I loved you. Sure, I was coming up here to kill you. First I was going to try and get you back with my amazing petition. It’s a shame you can’t see what our fellow students really signed.”

You heard the sound of a few paper before Lawrence spoke up again. “All right, listen–

‘We students of Westerburg High will die. Today. Our burning bodies will be the ultimate protest to a society that degrades us. Fuck you all!’” He finished reading the petition.

“It’s not very subtle, but neither is blowing up a whole school, now is it? Talk about your suicide pacts, eh? When our school blows up tomorrow, it’s going to be the kind of thing to infect a generation. I mean it’s going to be a woodstock for this century! Damn it, Y/N. We could have toasted marshmallows together.”

As your mother called out for you one last time, Lawrence finally decided to leave the scene, your mother walking in on your hanging body. As she started to sputter out a few words, you lifted your arms up and untied the noose, falling back onto your bed. Your mother went silent as you gave her a smile.

“Hey, Mom, why so tense?”

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You entered the school more stressed out than you had ever been. Your search for Lawrence was shorter than you expected, as you saw him walk into the school with a duffel bag, that you could only assume carried the bomb. You followed after him, silently praying that he didn’t hear you. (which he probably wouldn’t, as he had headphones on). You were quite a ways away from him, but you lost him through the mass of students on the way there. You knew he had gone to the top floor, but you weren’t sure where.

Think, Y/N, where would a crazy psycho want to place a bomb…

A place with lots of students… we do have a pep rally today… and its held in the gym!

Eureka!

But where would he place the control for the bomb? Think, think, think…

Shit! The boiler room is under the gym, that’s the only logical place!

You rushed down to the boiler room, slamming open the door and beginning your search for Lawrence. Luckily enough, you managed to catch him.

“May I see your hall pass?” You asked, holding up the gun he had given you only mere days ago when you were dealing with Ram.

He let out a laugh. “I knew that noose was too loose. God damn you, woman.”

“Like father, like son. A serious-as-fuck bomb in the boiler room to set off a pack of thermals upstairs.” You let out a few breaths, getting closer to the boy. “Let’s start by putting the bomb down on the ground.” He gestured to the ground, where the bomb was already sitting.

You inhaled sharply, your hands shaking. “I knew that! I knew that. Put your hands on your head.”

“You didn’t say simon says.”

You raised a brow at his words, but before you knew it, you had been disarmed. He held you against the wall, taking the gun that you were previously holding and slamming it down to your temple. Darkness clouded your vision as you slid down the wall, helplessly watching as he walked off.

You weakly lifted yourself up, fighting the urge to pass out. As you finally managed to find the strength to stand up, a bright red fire extinguisher caught your eye. You grabbed it off of the wall, making your way towards Lawrence. As you neared him, your shoes squeaked against the ground, catching his attention. He turned around, about to shoot, but you slammed the extinguisher against his skull. The force managed to make him drop the gun, as the both of you scrambled towards it. Before you could reach it, he grabbed you by the shoulders and lifted you up, slamming you against the wall.

As he smirked at you, you took his minor distracted state to your advantage, kneeing him in the stomach. He lurched back at the impact, giving you a chance to run and grab the gun (which you gladly took). You picked the gun up and pointed it at the boy, but he ran away, knocking over a bunch of cans in the process. You stood up, on alert for Lawrence. As far as you knew, he could be anywhere in the boiler room. One mistake, and the lives of every kid in the school were gone.

You turned each corner warily, keeping the gun straight up. As you turned the final corner, he stood there with a knife in his hand. The diffuser was in between you two, time ticking with forty seconds till it exploded.

“You think just because you started this thing you can end it?” He shouted at you.

“I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you, I swear to god!” You threatened, the gun raised high. “How do I turn off the goddamn bomb, asshole?”

“Fuck you!” He shouted, flipping you off. You put your finger on the trigger, shooting the gun. The impact wasn’t exactly where you expected, but you let out an airy laugh as you saw his middle finger missing.

He let out a sound of pain, cursing as he dropped to the ground.

“It’s all over, Lawrence. Help me stop it!”

He struggled to breath as he covered his finger with a dirty towel he found off the ground. “You want to clean the slate as much as I do. All right, so maybe I am killing everyone in the, because nobody loves me! Let’s face it! The only place different social types can genuinely get along with each other is in heaven.”

You furrowed your brows in anger. “Which button do I press to turn it off?”

“Try the red one, all right?”

You looked back at the timer, seeing all three buttons were red with thirty seconds left on the clock.

“Seriously, people are going to look at the ashes of Westerburg and say, now there is a school that self-destructed not because society didn’t care, but because the school was society! That’s pretty deep, huh?” He questioned, a crazed smile still on his face.

“Which red button?!” You yelled.

“Press the middle one to turn it off if that’s what you really want.”

“You know what I want, babe?”

“What?” He shouted, hastily standing up. You panicked, shooting the gun. This time, the bullet hit him in the stomach. Because of the impact, he stabbed his knife into the diffuser, the timer beginning to beep as it came to a stop. You let out a sigh of relief as Lawrence fell to the ground once more.

“I want cool guys like you out of my life.”

You walked out of the room, watching each and every one of the students cheer, none of them knowing what went on in the past two minutes. You walked away from the gym, exiting the school and taking a seat on the entrance stairs. Lawrence walked out not long after, the dirty towel now covering his stomach wound.

“Color me impressed.” He spoke out. “You– You really fucked me up pretty bad, Y/N. You um, You got power. Power I didn’t think you had. The slate is clean.” He stated the last remark, lifting up the corner of his coat to reveal a bomb. He turned it on, walking a bit away.

Looking back at you one last time, he smirked. “Pretend I did blow up the school. All the schools. Now that you’re dead, what are you gonna do with your life?”

You smirked at him, pulling a cigarette out of your pocket and sticking it in your mouth. He smirked, holding out his arms as the timer ticked away.

You pulled out a lighter, lighting your cigarette while the explosion went off. As you puffed on the cancer stick, you began to walk away from the school, not a single regret in your mind.

And that, my friends, is the story of you and Lawrence, a love story that might not go down in the books, but will be engraved in your memory for years to come. A love story that probably would have been better off not happening. A love story that you’d rather forget.

[onepiece-imagines-bartoloclub]

(So I tried my best trying to organize it from who would like it the most to the least and I'm keeping their creativity vague as to make it easier to make this list. This was fun tho, so thank you for the request anon-senpai! I hope you enjoy! ❤💖❤💖❤💖❤💖)

(I apologize in advance anon, I couldn't figure out what to write for Urouge or Drake)

~ Which members of the Worst Generation would get along best with a creative s.o ~

- Apoo -

•If there's anything Apoo loves the most about his crew and his theme, it's creativity.

•He has a habit of creating an audience out of his crew whenever his s.o would start a painting, or start to feel the rhythm for a new song they wanna write, etc.

•It doesn't matter to him if their creativity lies elsewhere from music, once they get a spark for a new piece, he's at their side and encouraging them while playing some instrument out of excitement.

•"Apapapapa! That's right, 'y/n'! Get those creative juices flowing!"

- Luffy -

•In a crew like Luffy's, being creative is kind of part a key trait of his crewmates. Don't forget that he loves to see his family express themselves through their hobbies or interests in whatever way they like, and his s.o is no different.

•If you ever want to feel good about your work, just show it to Luffy cause he is not afraid to yank it out of your hands and show it to the rest of the crew.

•Although, they should get ready for a stream of random requests from Luffy to draw or paint something stupid, part of it being because he just likes to see them work on a drawing and seeing how happy it makes them as a result.

- Bege -

•Being his s.o, he already shows his support and care for any of their interests, and their creativity is no exception.

•Because Bege's mafia aesthetic comes with the suits, the wine, a whole freaking castle, etc. he would consider his tastes to be quite refined and it adds a genuine appreciation for art.

•So seeing their works and paintings always puts him in a good mood and it would lead to his crew framing them along the hallways for them to see.

•He very rarely asks them to paint him anything, but when he does, he hangs those works of art in his personal study.

•If anyone in his crew so much as try to vocalize anything that isn't praise for their work, that person might mysteriously disappear during the night.

- Killer -

•Unlike his captain, Killer does generally like the creative side of his s.o, mostly because it makes them happy whenever they try to show him something they made.

•Killer himself only occasionally dabbles in music, but he does like to hear just as much as he likes to play, so any chance he gets to listen to his s.o play something for him is always a treat.

•He knows that his captain gets annoyed at them if they start to draw or play music since he believes it makes them look weak, so Killer encourages them to do it just as a way to tick him off without starting a fight.

•His favorite thing to do on a lazy day is just to lie down near his s.o while they work on something and just watch them happily show off their artistic skills.

- Kid -

•Kid would either have the reaction of "I don't care" or ".... go on" depending on what exactly they use their creativity for.

•If his s.o really wanna get his attention, then they either try to put it in designing robots alongside Kidd or drawing some cool designs for him to work with, or if they're more aligned to music than they can tap into his hobby of listening to music.

•Although for the latter one, they do have to find what exactly he likes listening to, cause if they can't anything that he would like, then Kid would omly acknowledge what they do for a few seconds and then go about his day.

- Zoro -

•It's not to say that Zoro doesn't like that his s.o is creative, not at all. The issue is that personally, he isn't as excited about it as his s.o would be.

•Granted, he will tell them that they did a good job with whatever painting or song they show him, but that's pretty much all they might get from him.

- Law -

•This doctor is just kind of.... how do you say, meh? Not like in his reaction but in how he feels about his s.o's creativity. If they excitedly went to him with a new painting or song, his first reaction would be somewhere along the lines of "uh... okay?"

•But they do get some positive feedback from him occassionally when he isn't having a migraine because of Luffy.

•He could even take advantage of this by asking them if they could make illustrations for him of basic human body parts to put up in his infirmary or if they could design some tattoo art, not for him to put on himself but just to look at em since he does like that kind of work.

•But aside from that, he just prefers that they'd put their creativity to the rest of his crew to keep them happy.

- Bonney -

•In Bonney's case, it's more like her mind tends to go elsewhere if they try to show her something they made at the wrong time, specifically when she's eating.

•Unfortunately, while she's going on her usual food binge, she won't notice any of their work, this especially shows if they decided to make something for her in food form, she'll just eat it without really noticing what it was they made.

•That kind of stuff doesn't really interest her at all, but that isn't to say she won't give a compliment or two to her s.o if they do happen to show it to her while she isn't eating. Given that, she does like any paintings that involve food, though she ends up grumpy afterwards cause the sight of the painting makes her hungry.

- Hawkins -

•Hawkins' feelings towards his s.o's expression of creativity is just as unreadable as his emotions on a daily basis.

•His opinion lies right down the middle, he doesn't hate it nor does he like it. So in the end, whatever his s.o might show him will get more often then not a nod of acknowledgement and that's pretty much it.

- Blackbeard -

•He does not care in the slightest, like, if it's not useful for his crew or has no real benefits aside from just personal reasons, then they're outta there.

[srrybabe]

all of the above!! 🍓

🍓Peaches- What makes you happiest in the world? animals and friends! 

🍓Picket fence- How do you picture your future house? pink. cottage like. a lot of acres. 

🍓Wicker basket- What food always takes you back to your childhood? milk duds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! or cotton candy. 

🍓Parsnips- How do you feel about cooking? Whats your favorite thing to cook? im terrible at it but its like fun sometimes!! i like 2 make chicken tacos and fried rice the most (aka the 2 things i omly make) 

🍓Lemonade- Favorite summer memory? OH DEF GOING TO MICHIGAN/CHICAGO THIS SUMMER…literally the whole two weeks was so good holy fuck! 

🍓Cherry pie- What person always feels like home? uh. no one.

🍓Window sill- Whats the most beautiful view youve ever seen? UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…………………………………………………………WHEN I WENT TO MACKINAC ISLAND THE VIEW ACROSS THE WATER WAS NICE

🍓Honeysuckle- Most nostalgic movie and why? all dogs go to heaven……i remember watching it on the floor in my family room and renting it from hollywood video and we got to keep the movie cuz we came there so much haha.

🍓Cotton sheets- What is or will your soulmate be like? better b sexy af and love me no matter what we support each other…and we love animals……….

🍓Rabbits- Do you have any pets? What pets do you want? yes! back home in cali i hav a german shep, a chihuahua, and a tabby cat. in my apartment where i live for college i have a black cat. i def want to get a pug and a saluki in the future

🍓Morning dew- Whats your favorite kind of weather? cool temperature (so like 50-60′s) and it is sunny outside with a slight breeze!

🍓Honey crisp- Where do you want to live in the future and why? NGL I DONT KNOW?????? I’d love to get my canadian citizenship (i can cuz my mom was born there) but like………………………………idk…………..either there or i wanna stay somewhere in the west coast

🍓Clothes lines- What era of fashion is your favorite? What would you wear then? 50′s fashion is my fave! i’d prob wear a black cocktail dress or the big button down coats with faux fur (it’d b a pink coat obv) 

🍓Fresh baked bread- Do you want children? How will you raise them? i don’t want any. i would def compromise if my wife wants them but i like rlly don’t.

🍓Bumblebees- What sort of crafts do you love to do? i don’t do crafts but id love to start painting!! i do draw digitally tho. 

🍓Sunshowers- If you could be educated in anything at all, for no cost, what would you learn? besides zoology id like to get into creative writing, animal science, fine arts(more specifically digital art), and teaching! 

🍓Pasture- Whats your favorite feature about yourself? that i care so much for ppl and pour my love into them 100%

🍓Wild flowers- What is your relationship with your parents like? UM P GOOD????? i wish i was closer with them but yeah it’s good!! i love them and appreciate them so much!!! 

🍓Wild strawberries- What parts of your zodiac sign fit you best? What parts fit you least? all of it! except the sporty/active part because im not that at all.

🍓Oak trees- What element of nature do you feel most connected to? def animals! i’ve always felt connected to animals ever since i can remember so!!!

🍓Baby calf- Whats the most in love you’ve ever been, be it platonic, family, or relationships? UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I GUESS PLATONIC AND RELATIONSHIP????????????

🍓Tire swing- How do you picture your future?

[ashleyjoyyy]

PTSD rant.

I have been pretty good for a while but it always randomly hits me out of nowhere. Tonight, I took the dog outside and heard a firework go off. The sound of it resembling a gun shot in our backwoods suddenly filled me with paranoia and fear. It wasn't even the memories I have related to guns but, as much as I hate to use the word "triggered", that's exactly what it did. Scars from my past rushed through my veins and got my heart pounding. Images of a stalker ex and images of an emotionally unstable, alcoholic ex meshed and turned into awful images of What Could Happen. I quickly went back inside, fed puppers and held my husband who makes me feel incredibly secure. It just still amazes me how much I experienced back then without realizing it at the time. How much I put up with. How hard I loved that I let myself deteriorate to a point that now I am happily married, I have to WORK at letting myself feel the love my husband gives me. I don't allow it because I settled in giving sooooo much of myself to other men and being mostly used in the end. I was drained. I'm definitely not the perfect victim here, of course. With the toxic relationships, I definitely had a part to play. My insecurities drove my heart and mind instead of creating boundaries that I knew deep down I needed to make. I wish I understand boundaries. I wish I made them. I wish I stuck to them. At times, I feel like my husband is just stuck with the pieces of me as I try to find myself again. Back in the day, I used to be an amazing girlfriend. I would give and give and give so freely because it came so easily to me and I thought I would get that in return. Instead, for so many years, I settled and clung so tightly to omly moments of that being given in return instead of a partnership. And not to say that giving is all about getting! But I really see in hindsight how deeply I naturally love and how little of it I got back in the way I was treated for so long. Other girls were chosen over me. Alcohol was chosen over me. Porn was chosen over me. I had so much hope for boys who never wanted to change and to my knowledge, they still haven't. In a selfish way, that scares me the most. The thought I had tonight. The thought that it could still happen. With the trauma I was left with, I now have to continue to experience that fear even years later. Not just the physical fear but the emotional fear of being left behind or thrown aside because I'm not worth the same kind of love that I give.

I am happy I haven't felt that fear in a while. It's a much more rare occurrence now but... it still happens... It's frustrating. I just needed to write it out. Ugh. I only feel more and more peace and love when I pursue Jesus. I'm serious about that. He truly is my Comfort and He has been building me back up this year to be so much stronger than I've ever been. I'm so thankful for my relationship with my Savior and it's hard, but I don't want to slip away anymore. I want to stick close to Him because I am only going up from here!

[tumblunni]

Also yeah while im on the subject

I really hate fantasy settings where magic is limited by biological sex. Because usually its used to enforce some sort of stupid gender stereotype that the writer believes is "biologically innate" rather than predjudice, by making up a world where it actually is biologically innate. Or its like "oh but women cant do those jobs" but again, a made up excuse for it to be LITERALLY TRUE. And usually they either dont even touch on the subject of trans and gay people (since it often conflates heterosexuality with gender...) or else it actually does bring it up and just creates a cavalcade of even more everything-ism...

Like i mean i love the game Jade Coccoon and considering it came out in the early 2000s i can understand it being more sexist, and its supossed to be a dark game anyway and a lot of the societal structures in Syrus Village are meant to be wrong and evil even if the characters act like its the way the world should be. The villain of the game is basically the toxic atmosphere of your shitty town and their paranoia of things they don't understand. Tho that means the player kinda has no motivation to finish it cos the main conflict is also saving those same villagers from dying and theyre all fucks. Anyway i'm going offtopic! What i mena is that i dont think it was a particularly sexist example of the inexplicable gender segregated magic trope. But just cos its a fave game of mine im gonna pick it to talk about anyway. Hope i dont sound too negative on it, cos seriously i love it loads!

Ok so to use Jade Cocoon as an example, here its a thing that only men can be cocoon masters and only women can be nagi. Tho it also gets a bit complicated because nagi is also an ethnicity as well? Its kinda like being romani, they're a race of displaced people who travel the world giving their magical services to other countries while searching for their lost homeland, which you end up finding at the end of the game. So yeah its extra weird cos male children of the nagi race are born with no powers whatsoever and cant even become cocoon masters, yet they get the ruling position in this homeland place? Like thats a better metaphor for how christian societies work, honestly!

Anyway im going offtopic again!

Basically, cocoon master = adventurer dude who catches monsters, nagi = magician who purifies those monsters so you can use them in battle. So when you catch stuff it becomes an inventory item rather than being able to use it on your team right away. And also nagi women can fuse monsters together to make super badass new ones and basically the gameplay system works really well to make you believe your wife is absolutely necessary to your quest and you would die without her, even if she cant fight. And honestly its actually kinda romantic! I just wish it wasnt presented as this weird sacred heterosexuality arranged marriage nonsense where all women are physically unable to go to a dungeon and all men are physically unable to not fight every day. Or at least thats how the powers work and if you try and step out of that role you fuckin die. Like it would be romantic to have a couple of a battle partner and a supporter magician if they actually chose it, yknow?

And whats annoying is that they actually do bring up the subject of people defying gender roles and canonically state that you not omly die but bring a curse upon everyone and are hated forever. They dont mention trans or gay people, instead the excuse is that a man loved his wife so much that he tried to learn nagi magic to lift the burden from her. Cos oh yeaj women get 'punished' by god for doing this magic?? Cursed tattoos all over their body the more they use it, and everyone hates them and eventually they turn into a fairy and forget they were ever human. And in the japanese version you can actually fight other nagi women who met this fate, theyre just another monster that you can fight and capture. They were censored in english cos they looked like really racist stereotypes of black women! Ugh! So yeah anyway nice straight husband is punished by the magic straightness enforcing rules of the universe for loving his straight wife too much. So what is the even point? If a man tries to use nagi magic it creates the "black cocoon" of cursed doomness and blah. Literal punishment for not conforming to gender. Damned if you do, damned if you don't!

Anyway this setting always made me wonder about all the stuff it just glosses over with this implication that every one of these relationships worked out fine. Like even before we rub lgbtq topics all over a retro videogame, there's a lot of logical holes! Like seriously how many of these arranged marriages ended up loveless or abusive? How many women just didnt want to stay confined to one room forever and not even have anyone look at them because their magic markings are shameful yet its also shameful not to want to do it?? How many men were terrified of going out on this advebture fighting literal demigods sent by heaven to punish humans? How many of them just had no ability to fight and died immediately because of shitty traditions, while perfectly qualified women had to sit there and watch it happen? What if there werent enough straight men and women of the same age and people were forced into gross pedophilic shit or other horror scenarios just cos there has to be this one magical straight couple or the village dies? Whenever theres this stupid gender magic its ALWAYS portrayed as idyllic and never failing ever, unless *gasp* people dont follow the gendrules...

And then SERIOUSLY do no queer people exist in this universe?? Man i'd be so interested in their stories! I actually had an oc idea of a self insert version of me as a travelling merchant. Because maybe what if nonbinary people could do both sides of the magic at once and thus adventure alone without being tied to a village's straight marriage system? So i'd just go around purifying monsters and then be a place you could buy new and rare mons from other villages without having to catch them. Maybe an easier way to get the super rare drop fusion materials for tiger pattern and stuff? And like seriously itd be good to have a character to talk to who agrees that your village is made of assholes. I cant say its bad writing cos it was clearly intentional, but they shoulda at least put a bit more incentive to keep playing even if you didnt care about these people. Also it would help plug the plothole of how a village even survives if it doesnt have the required people to form this magical straight marriage. Have some mysterious enby avengers who travel all across the world and save everyone regardless of country! All we ask is you buy some of our lovely souveniers! Maybe a pet patalchu for your family? Seripusly why dont they ever show anyone using the purified monsters for anything other than fighting the unpurified ones? You'd think they'd be really useful in repairing the village and guarding the walls and like..regular industrial jobs. Help the place actually advance and not have to live day to day on scraps,bickering amoungst themselves as the monsters grow ever closer to breaking through. Hell, you could even have them help spin the cocoons for other monsters! If this magic only depends on having a dick or not, then cant we just dress up some animals in the magic straight marriage outfits? XD

And like aaaa man im getting so emotional just imagining a trans woman who's constabtly told she will literally bring about the apocolypse if she tries to fill the female role in this ritual. And then one day she tries to spin the magic silk and she thinks she's committing the ultimate sin and they were all right. But the magic responds to her touch, and she makes a spell more beautiful than any other woman in the village! It would probably be harder for a trans man cos the magic doesnt have so much of an immediate proof like that. Just going out and winning a fight with a monster can be called "dumb luck", and knowing these assholes they'd probably keep calling it dumb luck even after the thousandth time you save their life!

And man, i wonder how gay relationships would work in such an annoyingly strict system of enforced heterosexuality? Would it be like the magic isnt REALLY gender locked at all, and it can just be any couple with either partner taking either role? Or would it be that it is one magic per gender but the bigoted villagers were wrong about it being impossible to do things without both? Like maybe when you're going into battle alone as a single cocoon master you cant fight without catching other monsters. But when two cocoon masters love each other their magic is amplified and they become able to like.. I dunno.. Imbue each other with elemental strength so they can fight the monsters hand to hand? Cos really the elemental system is the only reason you cant do a no monsters run of the game as it is. Maybe since they cant purify monsters but they can still catch them, they equip the monsters as sort of a power rangers transformation? Or socket them like materia on their weapons? Or just if the world was less segregated into tiny sexist racist villages they could simply buy the purification coccoons from another local nagi, and villages without a coccoon master could buy the services of travelling ones. Oh, and maybe two nagi lesbians could be even more badass! Cos if they can only purify and not fight, maybe their double purification is so strong that they can just straight up walk into the forest and monsters don't attack them. They dont even need to do the full spell, they can calm a beastie's rage just by holding out their hand and patting it on the head. So they coukd be infinately more effective and not have to just tenporarily clear single travelling routes of a few monsters, but actually work towards slowly purifying the entire forest and creating a peaceful land again. Tho i mean the game did have a unique atmosphere with the whole 'no hope of ever beating them' aspect. It was unique to see a society formed around the idea of never going into forests or you Die. But magical lesbians and their family of a million pet dragons is honestly better!

And uhhhh ive gone all offtopic now and i camt stop thinking about how much i love magical lesbians with a million pet dragons

The End

[sexy-sans-the-ass]

Hi, I really love your work your really good at it. Thank You for all the hard work. I hope you don't mind but I was wondering how would UT US Sf (omly if you want to) and UF sans react to their room walls being covered in stars and constellations by their s/o as a gife to them? S/o says on a note left on one wall "Only the brightest stars for my universe love you sans your my world

Hng thank you so much! I’m such a slut for praise you guys, it’s not even a joke. Never hesitate to send in an ask, I will never be against getting requests!

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Classic (Ut Sans)

When Classic opened his door, he was awestruck. What on earth?! Upon seeing your note among the amazing decorations, he could barely breath with the way his soul was swelling in total adoration of you. He searched desperately through the house until he found you, and once he did he pulled you into a passionate embrace, burying his face in your shoulder and having to fight back tears. ‘i love you too, baby girl,’ he whispered emotionally, ‘more than all the stars in the sky.’

Red (Uf Sans)

It took Red a minute before he could process exactly what he was seeing. It was… amazing. It took him ten minutes before he could do anything but stare, taking it all in as if it were going to disappear as suddenly as it appeared. And it took him all of about thirty seconds to read your note and boom your name across the house. You scurried to him, worried he was upset by your gift, but before you could even start to apologize he was pulling you flush against him and dipping you back into a passionate kiss. Once he had pulled back, he kept you close, stroking your hair gently as he continued to examine your beautiful handiwork over the top of your head. ‘thank ya’ so much, sweetheart. ‘s almost as perfect as you.’

Blueberry (Us Sans)

This smol bean actually starts crying once he registers what he’s seeing. Fat, pale blue magic tears stream down his face as he sits on the bed and reads your note. At this point, he’s full on sobbing. When you hear him, you panic and come rushing into the room. “Oh, Sans, I’m sorry! I thought you would like it!” He shakes his head and pulls you into his lap on the bed until he regains his composure. IT’S PERFECT, DATEMATE. I LOVE YOU, TOO! He immediately starts thinking of something he can do for you in return.

Blackberry (Sf Sans)

He was so flustered by the work of art you turned his room into. His face was bright blue, and his usual sharp confident smirk was replaced by a look of utmost wonder. When he read your note, he smile, and set out to hunt you down. Once he found you, he pulled you close and peppered your neck and face with kisses (he had to stand on his toes, but that’s okay) and growled his gratitude against your skin, his voice rough with unshed tears.

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This was really fun to write dude omg. So sweet! I hope you enjoy, darling.

[theyuzendiaries]

A young Picasso for a hobby

By: Mia Soriano

Have you ever asked yourself on what gift you may have? Growing up as someone so curious and manifested to what your dreams would give upon you are very interesting to me. The shapes, colors, aesthetics, words and sounds that I hear, the stories that I've made are like experiments to me not proficiently speaking but, it has always been my way of discovering what can truly be the meaning of what I am able to do. Because as a young kid, it feels like every glimpse ahead of you are getting nearer and it makes you more excited on what talent you may come a hold of. At the age of 4 I came across a huge board of shapes at my school, to my surprise I saw animals, trees and plant but my friends said and my teachers told that its all just random illustrations rather than drawn prints. So I wandered could this mean is my imagination is really just so random or am I "weird".  At grade school, I tried discovering and depicting on how far my illustrations may come therefore I took a pencil and hand drawn everything I can visualize. And that's how I founded a newly beloved hobby of mine and it was making "visual art" on sketching what may come randomly like a flower, clouds, faces, anime characters etc. Once I've seen the focus of my drawing/subject, I would make as sketch or add some color and uniqueness to it as if it was on my own depiction. Its just like in storytelling and writing you would add "your own way of creativity" that you don't need to copy anything or retain something but rather, make it as your inspiration to what you can incorporate it to make something out of the extraordinary, thats the true meaning of art and beauty of a masterpiece. Artworks for some people must be "perfect", every shapes and features must be structured and symmetrical, the colors must be in contrast, the measurements must be balanced, the over-all impact must be appealing  but in my opinion, "true pieces shines brighter when the tinkering you gave are truly from your passion rather than perfecting it to reach high standards" that's my motto. My hobby is to create art but I make according to my emotions whenever I feel stressed or burnt out in School, I would get my Faber-Castell pencil and paper or get a blank Canvas to paint and paint anything I could think of or relate to.

Sometimes I would take some time to still draw despite my homework, its quite weird to say it this way that I'm making something harder other than my modules but due to creating art I can perform well after. Many individuals would come and ask me questions like "Why didn't you take the Arts and Design Track?" or "Are you looking forward to a course relating to Artistry?" Well honestly, I might take a course relating to either Philosophy, Political Science or even Aeronautics cause these are my first choices ever since. But then again I will never leave art despite my academic decisions, those might be incorporated with my future job although, never shall I forget the gift that was granted upon me that had turned out to be this great dominion in my world where I can feel a certain excitement, relief and even a rain of joyful frenzies coming down upon each stroke of my pencil and paintbrush. Regardless of what I can do, one summer night I felt anxious on what would be the future of my art due to the fact that school is getting nearer I'll be running out of time to practice my hobby, and some of my classmates are already improving.

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Then I saw this artwork did by Picasso, and it displayed uniqueness but the same time you would know that this person truly loves what he is doing without him making it perfectly accurate upon other artist standards however he did his tinkering "according to what he feels and what he imagines". And seeing what motivated him, made me so happy that I continued this artistic leisure.

As time passes by, I've realized that life is like a blank canvas if you painted something too "perfect" or based it upon today's liking, It becomes, dull, predictable and boring. But when you make sudden mistakes or something randomly that came up to your mind, it makes something "out of the ordinary" and more interesting to look at. "Life is not all about existence entirely, but rather a challenge on what you can discover in this world full of curiosity and vastness".