#im in the wrong place here probably but like can anyone explain

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

experienced the whole "am i an alien" thing for the first time today i think. i mean, i've been kinda separate from most people (except my fellow freaks/friends) for a couple years now, but today was really the first time i just wanted to please be brought back to my home planet?

like, pe changing room. me, suddenly overly aware that i have boobs, in a Bad way, tryna cling to my music.

some other gal: yeah i had my first time

me, very aroace and oblivious as hell:

me: okay actually at this age a lot of them probably did but. what

me: what

me: are they just all close enough to tell that to an entire changing room like is that the whole Girls thing is that a girls thing or a My Class thing or a Normal People thing or a mix of those

me: i would like to spontaneously self-combust i need a binder so bad

me: how are they so chill about this what the fuck. i don't belong here. where do i come from bc it is not earth

[dearharriet]

hi lovely ! it's milunalupin :)

could i please request remus + "i waited for you" ? 🫶🏼✨

hello my friend, ty for the request!! im working on my big boy fic for james rn but i wanted a little bit of remus as a break <3 (wc: 691)

“You smell good.”

Remus looks at the man taking a seat across from him, appalled by such a comment. Sirius looks equally stunned saying it, wrinkled nose a mirror of Remus’.

“Thank you?”

Sirius shakes his head like this is the wrong response.

“Why do you smell good?”

Remus rolls his eyes, keeping his posture aloof. “Took my annual bath last night.”

Sirius scoffs. “‘Bout time. Your stench was getting harsh on my delicate canine senses.”

That pulls a laugh from Remus, however small.

By the door, he sees you squeezing into the packed pub, side-stepping between rowdy groups of people and looking around. You’re wearing a mid-length skirt, and when you spot the two boys in their booth it swishes around each hasty step.

“Hi,” you breathe, “I’m sorry. They made me start inventory and then I just had to shower and—” Remus stands to offer you some seclusion via the walled side of the bench seat. You wave your rambling apologies away, winded from running around all day. “Nevermind. I need a drink, Remus. Come with?”

“Sit,” he demands softly, “I’ll fetch it.”

You do as you’re told, hanging onto Remus’ words like a takeout fortune, foolishly hopeful that they mean something. If Sirius didn’t demand so much attention, you’d probably turn them over in your head a lot longer, but he really, really does.

“Think you can show us lads up, eh missy?”

Smothering a smile, you stare Sirius down with false bluntness.

“Yep. You’re lucky I even came at all, honestly.”

Sirius laughs, spinning his glass, half empty and through sweating. You realize his drink is the only one on the table.

“I’m surprised you did. You’re so popular, but you stay humble for us.”

“I have to,” you agree, “I could’ve been with people a lot cooler than you guys, but I just felt so bad. You and Remus don’t have anyone else to hang out with now that James is married.”

“Moony, we’re being bullied,” says Sirius, raising his voice a touch to reach the boy in question. Remus places two new drinks on the maple tabletop, sliding in close to you.

“I’m sure we deserve it,” he says, passing one of the fresh glasses off to you. “We’re turning into losers.”

You bring the cool glass to your lips, relaxing further into the familiar booth cushion and eyeing Remus’ new drink.

“Is that your second?”

Remus shakes his head. “My first.”

He tracks your brows as they pull together. They’d been here almost a half hour already.

“I waited for you,” he explains, smiling gently. Your stomach leaps.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

Sirius jumps in, stepping on Remus’ toes.

“That’s what I told him,” he says, “I said you’re too sweet to mind.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Remus says, following up Sirius’ heel. His voice is still wearing the crooning silk he tends to direct towards you. “It’s the polite thing to do. Sirius just has poor manners.”

Across the way, the man in question sputters objections while you try not to laugh.

“I—I’m impolite? I’m impolite! Please. She’s the only one at this table who was late to a hangout one block away from her apartment. I had every right to drink my sorrows away.”

Remus ducks his head and shoots you a cat-like grin, but Sirius isn’t done.

“And it’s not being polite if you’re motivated by a massive crush, Moony, by the way. D’you know he’s wearing cologne?”

You stare at Sirius, because the alternative of looking at Remus (who is flushed beyond measure) is akin to a death sentence.

“Yes,” you admit. You’d smelled it on him when he stood up earlier, a fresh earthy scent that was too sharp to be soap. Sirius points at your face like he’s caught you.

“See? The only people who notice a guy wearing cologne are his miserable best mates, and girls who want to be waited on.” Remus shoots him a glare and he throws his hands up as if to say, sue me. “I’m just helping.”

Remus curses through an exhale and drops his head into his hands.

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[interstellar-productions]

So this is probably unimportant to anyone who reads this but i feel like i need to explain my though process here, I’m a psych major specializing in abnormal psych with interest in creative writing and art. Very much an art, science and history girlie. Im saying this so there’s some context to the way I visualize certain things.

I want to elaborate on my view of the foxes in a less scientific and more artistic view, metaphors and imagery.

I see Aaron very much as someone who internalizes his hurts. My brain conjures up the example that as he was growing up he was the type that every time a piece of him cracked off he picked it up, at first perhaps to use as a weapon. Taking the jagged edge and using it to lash out but that only got him bad things growing up with Tilda. (Who I imagine as the embodiment of catholic guilt, she knows what she’s doing is wrong but she’s so consumed by her hatred and bad choices the only way she can internalize it is through violence. Specifically directed at Aaron.) So as he got a little older he took those edges and hurt himself with them.

Aaron would have known from living with Tilda that physical marks raise questions that cause trouble, so it wouldn’t have been the same form of self harm that Andrew and some of the others used. But he i image he would have taken those edges and used them to hurt himself mentally, self hatred and self harm that doesn’t leave lasting marks.

Then Andrew and Nicky and Luther start getting in the picture. Tilda was always to strung out to notice and the men she brought around didn’t care. So Aaron learn to carefully shave the edges of his jagged pieces down, purposefully cutting up the parts of himself that remain and taking tape to stick it all back together. Trying to form some semblance of a human being that wont make people ask questions. The pieces don’t fit right though, some pieces are still jagged, some pieces are too smooth, some he cut down too much to be able to put them back right.

By the time AFTG is taking place Aaron has probably caused himself so much damage by trying to self internalize he issues that he more so resembles a stained glass piece before its soldered together. Just pieces that loosely sort of fit together that might be something one day but could also just as easily smash into a million pieces. 

Aaron lives his life being one step from the edge. A minor inconvenience could send him spiraling, a change in his routine throwing his entire day off. But he barely registers major incidents. Because for Aaron ignoring the big things is how he survives and yet the things that keeps him alive is focusing on the small details. The little things here or there that convince both him and everyone else that he’s perfectly normal. Sort of like how you can take a piece of glass and drop it from a pretty significant height and it’ll be fine so long as it lands in a way that distributes the impact. Where as if you drop a piece of glass from a small height but it lands on the wrong corner it shaders.

Aaron knows that if he can’t be normal, if he can’t convince himself or others that he is, he’ll fall apart. And if his pieces fall apart there will be no glueing them back together. There will be no getting back up. That’s part of the reason why the foxes put him on edge so much. He’s a unsoldered stained glass piece and the foxes are a swinging hammer. If they collide the foxes will survive but Aaron wont.

[schoopsahoy]

i've binged all your writings and i just wanna say that I LOVEEE love love how you write your stories. can i request a hurt/comfort with steve where he accidentally hurt the reader's feelings. no specific requests bcs im just a sucker for these types of fanfics, i'll leave it all to you to decide on what you wanna write. THANKK YOUU

aah thanks so much for the love babey !!! here’s a little somethin for your req, i hope you enjoy it <33

cw: steve being a dumb boy. bit angsty. general hurt/comfort, soft make up vibes. not proofread.

Robin’s brow furrows deeper as everyone around the table keeps laughing, the girl still as confused as she was when the joke was first told despite the multiple attempts at explaining it.

“It just doesn’t make any sense.” She grumbles, slumping back against the booth in a huff with her arms crossed over herself to really cement her annoyance.

“C’mon, you’ve gotta get it by now.” Your words come out as a laugh, cheeks a little sore from the way your grin had tugged at the corners at your mouth all night.

“Yeah Rob, even she gets it.” Steve’s head tilts towards you, a gesture only a modicum more subtle than pointing. “Surely you can.”

You instantly feel a drop in your stomach, a nasty feeling not that different to when your foot slips from underneath you or when you peer a little too far over a high ledge. You don’t let your smile falter, force out a fake laugh because you don’t want to make things awkward for anyone by being upset by something so little, so stupid.

Because maybe you are a little slow on the uptake sometimes, whispering to Steve to explain things to you or joining in the laughter a few beats after everyone else after it’s finished processing in your head. Away with the fairies, a little ditsy and easily confused, but it’s just how you are.

You know Steve didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, you can tell by the way his arm still slung over your shoulders to keep you pressed close to him. He hasn’t even noticed that you’ve dropped out of the conversation, suddenly quiet and withdrawn because you’re stuck in your own head and a little embarrassed because is that how everyone sees you?

You feel like you’re not really there for the rest of the evening, head all foggy and the lights suddenly feeling too bright - eyes blinking hard to try and keep them from watering. You’re not going to cry, the sting along your lash line only makes you more determined to hold it together, at least until you get home.

Steve has to nudge you to bring you back to the room enough so you can shuffle out of the booth, an unconvincing smile flashed to him when he looks at you with pinched brows and confusion across his face.

“What’s up with you? Y’gone all quiet.” Steve clicks his seatbelt into place, eyes looking at you rather than the keys he’s turning in the ignition.

You shrug, still feeling a little silly for being upset and letting a throwaway comment have such an effect on you. You sit low in the passenger seat, tucked into yourself as you stare out the window at the inky dark night.

“Baby.” It’s almost a whine, a plea to you to give him something more than a lift of your shoulders. “You can tell me y’know? You can tell me anything, any time.”

He waits for you to say something more, or anything, but it doesn’t come. Your lips pressed shut, if the light hit them he’d probably notice them quivering as you try to hold it together, breathing slow and quiet and controlled.

The car ride is almost silent, save for the hum of the engine and the nervous tapping of Steve’s fingers against the wheel. He knows somethings wrong, he just doesn’t know what.

Your eyes stay on the window, following each droplet of condensation trickle down before it’s swallowed by the door frame. It takes all your courage to finally say something, voice barely above a whisper and the words come out as a croak with how much you’re having to control your breathing.

“I’m -“ You take another deep breath, it’s needed with the way Steve instantly looks over to you despite the fact he’s driving. “I’m not stupid, y’know.”

“What? What d’you mean? Of course you’re not stupid.” His hand is instantly on your thigh, the best physical comfort he can give right now. “Why are you saying that?” You can hear how upset he sounds, and you almost feel bad for saying anything because you know he’d never want to hurt you, always so careful and soft around you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Your inhales are shaky, tears once again threatening to spill over your lash line as you push your words out. “‘Cause you said “even she gets it”, like I don’t get anything, like I’m stupid. But I’m not stupid.” You wince a little at how much you sound like a child, voice all weak and close to a whimper.

“Huh?” Steve gives your thigh a squeeze, eyes darting between you and the road so he can find somewhere to pull over. “Babe, I don’t think you’re stupid at all.” He puts the car into park, perched on a curb only a few blocks away from your house. “I didn’t mean it like that, I’d never mean it like that.”

You still can’t look at him, not more than a glance anyway because you’re certain if you make eye contact you’ll lose your composure. “S’not nice though, guess I’m a little slow with it sometimes but I get things.” You have to tuck your bottom lip under your teeth to stop it quivering. Your lashes blink quickly as you feel a couple of tears break over the barrier of your lids, rolling down your cheeks leaving little damp trails behind.

As soon as Steve hears you sniffle, face all scrunched as you try to keep any more tears from spilling, he’s straight on you. Belt unbuckled so he can lean over the center console and wipe at the sad stripes left down your cheeks with his thumbs. “Hey, nonono, don’t cry, oh baby.” His voice is all sad and soft as he takes your face in his hands, your eyes closed tight as you try to avoid his gaze. “Y’not stupid, you’re my best girl, yeah?” He punctuates his words with gentle kisses on your cheeks. “If anything, I’m stupid, sayin’ stuff like that.”

You let out a small laugh, a little sad with how you sniffle again after but it’s genuine at least. “You’re not, you’re jus’ a big meanie.” Your voice is still shaky but there’s a smile pulling at the corners of your lips as Steve keeps kissing there, a smile of his own appearing when he sees yours.

“Yeah, you’re right, I am.” He pouts at you, eyes all loving on you as his thumb rubs soft circles on your cheekbone. “I’m really sorry, baby. Y’know I never want to make you sad, think you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“So dramatic.” You roll your eyes, the flush on your damp cheeks ruining any attempt at teasing. “Guess you’re forgiven.”

“Yeah? Y’sure?” Steve nudges his nose against yours, and even with his face so close you can tell

his grinning by the lilt in his voice.

“Mhm.” You nod, brushing your noses together again. “I’m sure.”

“I love you, you know that? So much.” Steve pulls back slightly so he can look at you properly when he speaks, eyes grazing all over your face as he keeps a gentle hold on it.

“I know, Stevie, I love you too.” You still feel a little shy saying it, even though you know Steve feels the same way. The words still leaving you with a dizzy head and flutter in your chest like it’s the first time.

“If I ever upset you again, you give me a good hit yeah? A real smack.” He watches you until you give him a small nod, all giggles at how seriously he’s looking at you. “I’m not kidding, babe. Knock some sense into me. Promise me you will.” He holds his pinky out to you.

“Okay, okay, I promise.” You’re smiling properly now, laughing at his proposition as you link your pinky finger with his.

“Good girl.” He brings your hand to his lips so he can press a kiss across your knuckles. “We best be gettin’ you home, yeah?”

You nod, dabbing at your cheeks to dry any lingering wet spots when Steve lets go of your hand to start driving again. As soon as he has a hand free again he holds it out to you, wiggling his fingers at you until you take it and hold it in your lap. You draw lines up and down and around his knuckles with the index finger of your other hand, tracing slow patterns across his skin whilst you sit in the comfortable quiet - occasionally broken by a small sniffle even though you don’t feel like crying anymore.

“I love you.” Steve looks over at you as you focus on your fingers motions, voice all soft and sincere and you find yourself smiling down at where your hands link.

“I love you, too.” You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of saying it, or hearing Steve say it to you. It’s probably your favorite thing to say now, when you really think about it.

[mommahughes19-23]

Dawson Mercer H.C

-making up after a fight- and sum more

him smiling (not in a condescending way but like in a im listening and focused on you baby kinda way) while you explain how he hurt your feelings

he probably would be the type of bf who wouldn't want to take any time or space before working things out because youre his EVERYTHING and going to the rink or just walking away would drive him crazy

this man CANNOT play a game if you two haven't made up and the guys know it so they can tell when youre being stubborn

hes def talking to Nico or Jack about what happened bc he doesnt believe that you forgive him

"I'm so sorry my love, I should have never _______"

"Can we talk about it? I want us to grow from this"

Cuddles after talking it out

SMIRKY ASS BITCH WOULD ABSOLUTLEY FUCK U EVEN IF HE IS WRONG OMG

the guys telling him to make up with you already bc he is annoying them with his moping

"Daws can we talk, I know you dont like fighting."

if it was a bad fight and there was any crying on either part y'all are either taking a bath or shower and telling each other all the ways you are complete bc of them

if you guys got in a fight over text hes gonna excuse him self from the locker room and sort it out before he joins the practice

Dawson is not rude or condescending but he will let you know when youre out of line

"You know I love you more than breathing, but that was so not ok with me."

at the end of the day Dawson seems like he doesnt like to be in any sort of confrontation with anyone important in his life soooo he would do everything he could to avoid fighting in the first place

AN : ok hi here this is sorry it sucks but hope u like.

Tags : @lukey-pookie-hughes43 and @skylershines

[midnight-black2]

Hiiii! I'd like to request Prompt 11 for Jann 🫣. Idk something probably after winning Le Mans; being all famous and stuff. Meeting reader on a neutral place like a snack bar or smthn. LMAO. Jann absolutely falling head over heels because reader is cute and nice and doesn't know him 😭😭😭😭

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : genuinely just what the req says

disclaimers : honestly none, just some nice fluff which is not common for this blog lol

note : sorry this oneshot got delayed so much ! also i did not see that you put *snack* bar, and wrote it for an actual real alcohol bar instead, im so sorry lol. anyways, hope you like it regardless !

there was only one place jann could go to get away from everything. away from all the noise, people, and fans. don't get me wrong, he loved everyone who looked up to and supported him. however, there was a point where it all became too much.

the bar. the little one not too far from where he lived. the little hole-in-the-wall, quiet bar. there weren't many people that went there, and most of them were typically too drunk to even notice jann. either that, or they simply just didn't know who he was, which was refreshing. he didn't even go to drink, it was just that most of the time he needed a way out.

so that's where he found himself, walking through the door of the beloved bar. the owner greeted him. jann had been there so many times, that all of the staff knew who he was. jann waved, before taking a seat on a stool near the counter.

"hey, jann," noah, the bartender spoke.

"hi noah," jann said back. "slow night?"

"yep. its a good thing for me, though," noah replied. the two shared a small laugh. there was a moment of pure silence apart from the soft music playing in the background, before jann spotted in his peripheral a woman--you-- sitting and enjoying a drink. you were pretty, and it was odd to jann that you were sitting alone.

you glanced over, and met eyes with him. he almost immediately looked away, not wanting to seem weird, and also not wanting to draw attention to himself. you smiled softly. he seemed around your age, and he was cute. small tamed curls, caramel skin, dark brown doe eyes.

"hi there," you greeted, eyes scanning his body. he was tall, too. really the full package. his eyes darted back over to you, widening slightly at the fact that you had actually spoken to him.

"oh h-hi," he stuttered, blinking a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. he wasn't, a beautiful woman was sitting right next to him and did just say hi.

"here all alone?" you questioned, tilting your head to the side slightly. he cleared his throat, in a fruitless attempt gather himself, and some confidence.

"uh, yeah. how about you?"

"yeah, same. i come here for the quiet, and a good drink," you said with a soft smile. "would you like some company?" he grinned slightly, and nodded.

"yeah that would be...that would be really nice actually," he replied, looking down at his hands. you moved to the seat beside him, before taking a sip of your drink.

"so, what's your name?" you asked. he was a bit surprised, not entirely, though. you didn't seem drunk, so he hadn't expected you to disregard him. however, it seems most people at this bar were immune to the news or something because he could finally be a normal civilian here, without anyone knowing who he was.

"jann. yours?"

"Y/N," you responded, reaching out a hand for him to shake, and he happily did so.

"so, what brings you here, since you seemingly don't want to drink," you ask, taking another sip of your drink.

"oh uhm, i come here because it isn't so busy, or loud. i come to get away for a bit, you know?" he explains. you nod.

"i do know. i love this place. it's like the only spot where i can breathe," you said back, smiling. jann noticed you had nearly finished your glass.

"would you let me buy you another?" he queried, nervously.

"another drink? no no no, i couldn't possibly. this was expensive, i'd feel so bad."

"it's not a problem, really." and before you could protest again, he had already ordered another from the bartender.

"you're sweet, jann," you started, and he softly smiled at the compliment. "i like you."

"t-thanks. i...i like you too," he said back, fingers fidgeting a bit.

"so, what do you do?" you asked. he grew even more anxious that you'd find out who he was, and it would ruin this all.

"well uhm, i'm a race car driver..."

"what? like, actually? like you're not screwing with me?" you asked, unbelieving. he chuckled, and shook his head no.

"nope, not screwing with you, i really am, promise. sounds weird, right?"

"no, not at all. i totally meet race car drivers all the time at random bars. it's my typical friday evening." he laughed.

"well, what do you do?" he asked. you explained your job, with this sort of passion. he could tell you did what you loved, which made him fall even more for you. you had this glint in your eyes, and this huge smile on your face. he had never seen someone so beautiful.

"w-wow," he said, after you had finished speaking. you tittered.

"yeah, it's not quite race car driving, but it's what i love."

"no that's amazing. it really is," he replied.

"you're too flattering."

"well i...i think you deserve it," he said, and your smile widened. you gazed at jann, admiring him. he was so kind, and he had even gone out of his way to spend money on you. he was adorable, at the very least.

"thank you," you finally said, keeping your eyes on him. he swallowed.

"you're welcome." time had passed as you two were simply chatting about anything and everything. it was nearly eleven pm before you had decided to call it quits. jann was partially disappointed, but he didn't want to hold you captive or anything. he noticed you pull a pen from your purse, and write something on a napkin.

"call me sometime," you had said, before exiting the bar. on the napkin was written your number, with a heart next to it. he felt his heart flutter with excitement.

turns out the quiet little bar down the street had another pro, too; a kind, pretty lady named Y/N that spends some time there.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

hi!!!! kicks my feet id like to see ur wiwi first death thoughts pls

- @suckinitup

MY BELOVED MUTUAL SUCKINITUP HOW ARE YOU. HEAD IN HANDS. I LOVE WILLIAM WISP. FUCK. i think abt him constantly but i almost never write down my thoughts because if i think abt him for too long i make myself sick. like fr. i love him too much. ouuguhghhg going to just straight copy paste this under a cut because it is SO LONG sorry for any typos or sentences that sound weird out of context bc these were originally discord messages:

ohhhhhhh wiwi first death. god . i have so many fucking emotions about wiwi first death. before i get into this im going to say fork found in kitchen to myself because so much of how i view wiwi comes from a VERY SPECIFIC type of dp fanon that it would take me 12 years to actually explain in detail so im gonna say just trust me and understand that william wisp is literally just a fuckign. walmart rebrand of a type of danny characterization i really wish people would just oc-ify (thank you charlie slimecicle for doing this for me)

okayyyyyy okay okay okay. i love there being like. a STARK fucking difference between william before the fall and william after the fall. william before the fall was so much... brighter. in every sense of the word. he looks ALIVE because he is! hes just a . regular fuckign 16 yr old boy. that weird kid in your math class. and yeah he has . suuuuper undiagnosed untreated depression but like its a small rural town thats normal i think. hes got his little group of friends to spend hours with going on cool hikes and reading about the paranormal at the library and sitting in circles talking about conspiracy theories and things. i think UPP is. awesome. i hesitate to get too attached to them in headcanon world just because i dont want bizly to then introduce us to them in s3 and i have to reframe my whole mindset . whatever. i have vague ideas of who they are but the important bit is like. i just think theyre really good friends. and they spend a lot of time together. and william is kind of their defacto leader because... he is the only one of them who actually has truesight. they all believe in ghosts and monsters and stuff but william is the only one who can actually SEE THEM. like. constantly. and thats a lot. and even though they believe him they dont really like.... understand. which kind of makes william feel disconnected from basically everyone around him at all times. i dont think truesight is probably a well-known thing?? so when he was little and started crying to his parents about monsters they thought he just had bad night terrors and then he just................. hes 16 now and still talks about it (less so now, hes learned the horrors of middle- and hihg-school Shame and not to be Super Weird All The Time) so its more like. hmm theres something Wrong here but we dont know what and we dont know how to help. other people (you included ros) have said this better than me but goddddd you knowww the dynamic btwn william and his parents is rough. they love him! so much! and they want to support him! and william loves them too! but they dont GET IT they dont UNDERSTAND and its like. you know what i mean. when you get a mental health diagnosis and suddently everyone is treating you like youre made of glass and nobody really knows what to say around you anymore or whatever. you know what i mean. that.

ANYWAY ALL THIS IS FUCKING. PREAMBLE. GOD. the fall. man. i think there is a STRICT UPP rule of "dont go into the whispering woods alone" and thats the case for the ENTIRETY of their friendship. DONT go into the woods alone. william knows exactly what kind of shit lives in the woods and he knows hes the only one that can reliably see them and he doesnt want anyone to get hurt. MINIMUM of two members for whispering woods investigations. (this is not a town rule or anything. i think the adults of deadwood are aware that its a weird place but it all gets brushed off like . aha everywhere has quirks! and the UPP are like. the conspiracy kids that know the Real Stuff going on. very..... house of anubis is the closest Real Media vibe i can think of rn. UPP pre-fall is like the closest u will get to . scooby doo style monster of the week shenanigans that arent really super serious because theyre safe as they can be about it! bunch of kids doing a ouija board. you know how it is)

uhhhhhhh and then william starts acting weird! i think all of them are on a whispering woods investigation together and theyre all walking together and then william starts lagging behind, staring out at something none of them can see, kind of like. zoned out. tranfixed. and when theyre like "will what do you see?" he shakes his head and snaps out of it like. huh? what? nothing lets keep walking. (it was a wisp btw. obviously) and there are a couple more incidents of him doing this same thing on that one hike until eventually they decide to call it because theyre not finding anything else and tbh william youre kind of freaking us out here. will you be okay? and hes like yeah of course i will guys its nothing i swear. and then they all go home.

and thennnn without telling anyone a couple days later, william goes on a walk in the woods alone. he broke his OWN rule . on that hike he saw wisps and they were just too far away to see clearly off in the distance between the trees but he just Kept Seeing Them and the curiosity was just nagging and nagging away in his brain so much he had to know what they were (thats wisp magic babyyyy you know the mythology around them i dont need to explain that to you) . (and also there is a fair amount of. lack of self preservation because of the previously mentioned untreated unmanaged depression but if i start talking about that in detail i will overshare and also be soooooo emo forreal. know that that is an EXTREMELY important part of this decision but im also going with a little more of the teen mystery angle with this rn. bloody gory mental illness is for after he falls) so he packed his monster investigation backpack and he just. left. didnt even tell his parents he was going he just walked out of the house after school and went into the woods. and he saw the wisps again, but now that he was alone they were Closer and Brighter and they would move whenever he got close and then there was a trail of them ! like they were Leading him somewhere

and i think with some of the monsters he sees he can feel whetehr or not theyre out to hurt him . and the wisps dont feel like that. they feel... well. cold,becaue theyre ghosts, but also warm at the same time? inviting. they dont want to hurt him (they do) they just want to show him something and william "too curious for his own good" wisp wants to know what that thing is! i think he knows the woods really really well because he spends a lot of time out there. so somewhere far away in the back of his mind he kind of knows what theyre leading him toward. but he still jsut Has To Know, so he keeps jogging, keeps hopping over fallen logs and around low branches and theres always a little blue flame juuuuust out of reach so he keeps going . and then he gets to the cliff. its like a full on. burst out of the trees there is a wisp juuuust on the edge where the ground falls away. i think he trips on a root and falls flat on his stomach before he can completely just run off. it gives him a second to catch his breath, to look out and See where he is. for things to kind of come crashing down on him. if he hadnt tripped he wouldve run right off the edge and fallen and it was close enough of a near death experience for it to scare him. but the wisp is still there, and its the biggest brightest one hes seen yet and if he looks around he would see it looks like the entire forest behind him is glowing with tiny blue fires like theyre all watching him. i dont think hes really. thinking coherent thoughts at this point he just kind of. realizes now that hes out here he doesnt really want to go home. he doesnt want to go back to school, doesnt want to eat lunch in the bathroom and think about his brothers empty bedroom across the hall and have his parents look at him with such a weird mix of love and awkward pity and he knows his friends say they believe him but he can see it in their eyes sometimes that the things he says scares them and he really just has been a freak his whole life.... and he realizes as hes thinking all of this he's gotten to his feet and walked toward the wisp on the edge of the cliff. and hes just standing there feet on the very edge staring at it. its floated away now, hanging over the drop at eye level with him but its probably still close enough he could just... reach out.... and try to grab it...... and his feet slip on the rocks and JUST as he closes his hand around the wisp it almost feels like something pushes him (probably just the wind.. right?) and he falls.

he does Not remember hitting the bottom thank god. he remembers falling, and falling, and in the fall he realized he was still holding the wisp he grabbed in his hand and so he pulled it close to his chest as he fell and it almost felt like it was burning him but it was *cold* and .. then he woke up! he woke up in a misty foggy field in what looked to be the middle of the night but if he looks at the sky too long it looks *weird* its just black and empty and there are weird bluish swirls in it that could be clouds but look different, and there are trees in the distance but whenever he tries to walk toward them it feels like theyre moving the same distance away so it never really feels like hes getting anywhere.. and he trips over what he thinks is a rock and lands in the foggy grass and looks behind him and realizes *oh my god thats a gravestone-* and then he wakes up again, for real this time !!! (<< that scene is like. thats His Island. thats his lair or whatever. remember when mal first took him to the spirit world and they were in the graveyard and mal told him that was his. im going with dp style spirit world lairs and this one is williams. hear me out)

aaand. when he wakes up for real. he is at. the bottom of the cliff. EVERYTHING hurts. everything hurts so fucking badly but also everything is like... weirdly numb? and he doesnt really remember that weird dream with the fog and the trees and the grave its all kind of fading as he wakes up more and more and ... his hands are empty hes not holding the wisp anymore. he doesnt know how much time has passed. was any of that even real or did he just have some kind of nervous breakdown and jump off a fuckign cliff? i think he fucking sits there and cries about it for a loooooong time. and everythihng hurts but its gonna start getting dark soon he NEEDS to go home before it gets dark, his parents will start to worry about him and he doesnt want to do that to them. also he might need to get to a hospital or something but hey! he can move! he can stand up and walk! so he must not have any broken bones or anything he just. is bruised and sore probably. and so he. sooooo slowly. so slowly. makes his way back up the cliff (theres. a path. he doesnt have to climb i promise) and back home. alone. no wisps or anything, just william alone with his thoughts. which is . goddd its bad. thats why it takes him so long. ohhh my god what am i even gonna fucking say when i get there. hi mom and dad sorry i needed to clear my head and follow some weird ghosts and in the process i tried to kill myself and it didnt work? fuck?

so by the time he gets home... huh. the door is locked thats weird. its not fully dark yet and his parents know he stays out late with his friends a lot of the time so they usually leave the door unlocked for him. so he knocks. and his mom answers the door and takes one look at him and just fucking breaks down into tears. and so his dad comes in from around the corner to see whats going on and he starts crying too. and william is so. freaked out by this. guys whats wrong what happened. turns out he has been missing for. two weeks. nobody knew where he was or what happened and the woods are alive and weird and anyone who went out in a search part just ended up getting lost themselves and came back like an hour later with nothing. they thought he was dead. (which. i mean. he was. but like. not in the way they thought). so theres this big huge emotional family group hug or whatever with william all dirty with leaves and twigs in his hair and torn clothes and mud on his hands and feet and his mom and dad are just like oh thank god youre alive thank god youre home what happened to you and... man. euguhhhhahghhhh. emo. sorry. god. head in hands .

i thiiink. he kind of ends up telling them what happened. he leaves out the wisps though. his watered down version is.. i just needed to clear my head, i went out into the woods, i got lost, i tripped and fell. (remember how william downplays it for dakota when he asks. i tripped and fell) he doesnt tell them about the wisps but like. that almost makes it worse becuase they KNOW about his bad mental health even if they dont fully understand it and.... this version makes it sound suspiciously way more like it was just a direct suicide attempt. which. william IMMEDIATELY regrets as soon as it leaves his mouth. but thats his story now. so everything kind of... goes back to normal? normal ish??? as nrmal as they can i fucking guess?? for a couple days and he has to go back to school and. god it fucking sucks. gossip . you know how it is. hey that kid tried to kill himself and got lost in the woods for two weeks what a weirdo he freaks everyone out . that kind of stuff. so hes more isolated than EVER and even his friends wont really talk to him although theyre more... sad. than anything else. they just dont really know what to say. theyre teenagers. idk. uhhhhhh then one day he reallyreallly REALLY doesnt want to be somewhere so he hides in the bathroom and.. doesnt realize it at first but he goes invisible. and its not until a couple other kids come in and leave and dont acknowledge him at all that he notices something is weird (he feels bone chillignly cold but like. its a shitty old school building in the very beginnings of winter of course its gonna be cold) and he looks in the mirror and realizes he cant see himself. and after that more and more of his powers kind of. slowly manifest? and he is VERY bad at controlling them and he plans not to tell anyone at first (hes already enough of a freak) until one day his dad finds him like. halfway through the floor in his bedroom and its this . kind of funny ridicuous but also really scary moment. and william has a realization at some point like. oh. i think i *died*. and auughhghg. i think thats all i ahve for now. but . man. when i tell you i think about this soo fucking much man.

[kaplerrr]

Uhm, idk ?

TW: self indulgent, fluff mainly, tiny bit of angst, talking about insecurities through a mug, slight mention of scars, obnoxious lack of self esteem, Kintsugi, bad grammar bc english is not my first language, probably ooc

König can defend himself alone but im ready to throw a fit if anyone disrespect him, even if "anyone" is him

I just wanna hug this giant gremlin tightly and never let him go, is this too much to ask ???

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The sound of something breaking in the kitchen makes you jump.

You rush to the kitchen and see König sheepishly starring at a broken mug on the floor.

Your mug.

"Kö, are you all right ?" You ask, already grabbing a broom to gather the pieces.

He nods stiffly before taking the broom from your hand, slight guilt and frustration in his pale blue eyes. "Ja... I'm sorry, I dropped it. I didn't mean to, I just-.. Sorry." He sighs as he lowers himself to pick up the shattered mug.

You shake you head with a soft smile as you reassure him "Hey, it's not that deep. I can buy a new one."

"But I know you liked that one. It was your favourite..."

He sounds upset and you're not sure to know why. It was just a mug. Sage green on the outside, white inside. Not the hardest mug to find you thought.

Your gaze travel from his troubled eyes to the remaining of the mug and you see clean cuts. You watch the shattered glass and smile, an idea blossoming in your mind. You grap his wrist as he was about to throw them away.

He stills, waiting for you to say something as he looks at you with curiosity.

"Don't throw them away yet, I have an idea !" You quickly grab a few items in your room and go back to the kitchen, a mischievous grin plastered on your face "Let's fix it!"

You sit and start to pour epoxy in a little container. As you grab a brush, you notice that König is not moving, looking at you awkwardly.

"Well ? Why don't you sit down and grab a brush ? We're doing it together." You say softly. You can't feel totally satisfied as you notice he hasn't gotten rid off that guilty look. You try to lighten the mood.

"I feel like in a Grey's Anatomy episode. "It's a beautiful day to save lives" Oh, I've always dreamt of saying those words" you giggle as you see König chuckle lightly.

Here we go.

"You should smile more often, you're absolutely precious when you do" you said matter-of-factly, still smiling. You see König blush but his smile doesn't leave his face.

Good.

"So, ready to save M. Mug ?"

He nods and adds bashfully "We should name it.."

Again, you laugh. Delighted.

"Absolutely ! Any idea ?" When he shakes his head, you pause to think about it. "What about Steve ?"

"Steve ?"

"Steve." You say with confidence. You see König's shoulders shake as he laugh quietly, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest.

"Steve it is then."

You both start to glue the pieces back together as you explain the concept of Kintsugi to König. He listens to you religiously as he tried his best to be delicate with the pieces he was holding.

As you pause your talking, he sighs and apologies again for breaking Steve in the first place.

"König, it's alright, you did nothing wrong. Steve fell, Steve broke but Steve's strong, he's gonna survive and be the most unique mug of the kitchen." As you were applying golden powder on the cracks, you look at him, knowing he wasn't done talking.

"But what if Steve couldn't be fixed ?"

You felt an unwelcome feeling pinch your heart as you answered "It would have been an accident. Accidents happen." You add "But see ? We are giving him a second chance to live. Not because he was shattered before means he's useless now."

You don't resist the temptation to take his hand and brush your thumb against his scarred knuckles, leaving traces of golden powder. You were always hesitant when touching König because you didn't want to force your touch on him, knowing full well he wasn't always comfortable with it. You often wondered if he was tolerating your touch or if he was too gentle to say something. However, you know it was ok when you feel him squeeze your hand delicately.

"There's beauty in flaws, Kö. A beauty you want to embrace and highlight. That's the art of Kintsugi" you say softly. He nods, throat feeling tight.

You quickly finish to apply the golden powder, your hand still wrapped with König's. You smile widely "Good as new !" König watches the green and golden mug with a soft gaze before looking at you, awe and gratefulness overwhelming him.

You blush slightly as you're putting the epoxy and the powder away. You smile at him.

He smiles back, eyes free of any guilt or any other negative emotions.

You silently vow to yourself to protect this smile.

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I do have a mug named Steve 👁️👄👁️

[londonfoginacup]

Dude I’m slogging my way through a batch of books from the 1800s trying to figure out if they’re out of copyright or not and that’s TOO HARD so I’m just gonna post about something totally unrelated I’ve been thinking about.

I haven’t actually seen it in this fandom at all but probably because our fandom didn’t exist pre- 2010. But like there’s been a general *idea* circulating recently that fic authors are *too sensitive* now and in the old livejournal/forum days people *begged* for critiques on their fics. They think it’s insane that we, the authors of today, keep telling people to stop being assholes and putting negative comments on fics.

And first of all, I’ve got sort of a “and then everybody clapped” mentality about it. Like I’m just side eyeing anyone who’s like “yeah I wanted everyone to give me HARSH FEEDBACK so I could IMPROVE” as if Hans Christian Andersen himself didn’t lay down in the mud and cry when he read a bad review. It is not in human nature to be like “here is my precious child now everyone give her a good prodding with a knife”. It’s just not.

But ALSO you know what was DIFFERENT about LJ days? The community was SMALLER. I might be more willing to risk some negative critiques if the fandom is just me and, say, 300 other people who are so insanely into said fandom that they’ll track down a fucking livejournal community for it. Fandom is SO accessible now that 1. The Normal People (no offense) are involved and 2. Much YOUNGER people are involved. And that’s a big demographic shift!! (Okay “normal people” needs explained but like. A quick explanation being that fandom used to be for the people who would unabashedly say “squee” and “glomp” and wear cat ears in public. If you are not that level of brazen you may be slightly on the normal side. It’s not bad. It’s just different).

Like I personally do not want a negative critique left by someone who hasn’t figured out that a negative critique isn’t “I didn’t like this plot so the fic sucks”. I TOOK A CLASS ON CRITIQUE IN COLLEGE. I do not expect a high schooler who stumbled upon my fic to be able to leave a helpful negative critique! They’re new to this!

But also like. I’m gonna be real. I don’t care what a stranger thinks of my fic. If they post a negative critique on my fic and I read it and I cry, that’s not me caring about what a stranger thinks, that’s me walking along and being punched in the face by a stranger. I still don’t care what the stranger thinks but I will be getting a restraining order bc I don’t want that to happen.

I *will* sometimes go to my friends whom I *trust* and say “hey this fic is a mess pls help” and they DO they say HELPFUL THINGS. And maybe that’s actually what Fandom Olds are thinking of. Because in a small fandom community you can TRUST people! Like being in a church of 20 where everyone has known everyone for forever versus being in a mega church of thousands. I’m not gonna trust a rando in a mega church. I’m gonna trust Linda from the tiny neighborhood church because she makes the best pizza casserole and she cat sat for me once. Expecting critique in a tiny livejournal community =/= expecting critique in the vast ocean of ao3.

Anyway I’m getting on a tangent. The point is, is authors aren’t *weak* for not wanting negative critique. It’s natural. I don’t know you or your history with fic. I will take comments and compliments because that is fuel in the fire of a writer’s heart. That’s symbiosis. I will not let you prune my writing tree with big loppers because I don’t even know if you’re a tree surgeon, and pruning a tree in the wrong places KILLS IT. DON’T BE A TREE KILLER. Yes this is two completely unrelated metaphors. No im not changing my them.

[shadowqueenjude]

Tamlin's villain origin story

This is a continuation of the first post I made about evil Tam Tam! You can find that post here: https://www.tumblr.com/lorcanisdabest/733808240520986624/so-im-kind-of-obsessed-with-evil-tam-tam-now-so-i?source=share @achaotichuman I know you love the idea of evil Tam Tam so here you go:

Feyre sat in the tent with her court, tears silently flowing down her face. Cassian, too, hadn’t stopped crying ever since he’d seen his High Lord bite the dust. Elain had not reacted at all; in fact, she had been the calmest of the group, going around helping clean up injuries while occasionally speaking with Lucien; the most the two of them had interacted with each other. All of it was background noise compared to the buzzing in her brain. Your mate is dead your mate is dead your mate is dead-

The idiot had sacrificed himself to heal the Cauldron. Feyre had one shot, one stupid, desperate hope to bring him back, and Tamlin had crushed it. He had duped her so badly. The worst part was, after the initial shock and anger had faded away, she couldn’t even blame him for it. She had done horrible things to him; her mate had too. Could she really blame him for seizing the chance to rub it back in her face?

Feyre was knocked out of her thoughts by Lucien and Elain rushing through the flaps of the tent. Lucien’s face was flushed, crimson in his cheeks as he panted, “The Cauldron is gone.”

Feyre stood up. “Was it Tam-“

“No.” Lucien shook his head. Feyre didn’t fail to note the hand he kept gripped in Elain’s, nor the fact that Elain failed to remove her hand from his. “It was your sister. Nesta. She hijacked the Cauldron; I don’t know how, but I imagine it has to do with the fact that she’s Made-“

“Nesta wouldn’t do this,” Cassian interrupted. His fists were clenched, knuckles white. “She wouldn’t. I know she wouldn’t.”

“You don’t even know her,” Lucien sneered at Cassian. Cassian snarled at him, but flame sizzled in Lucien’s eyes, and Cassian backed down. “She encircled the Cauldron with silver flames and bent it to her command. Eris helped her winnow away.”

Cassian just kept shaking his head vigorously. “It’s quite possible she’s in league with Tamlin,” Lucien added. “Well, I’m about one of the only people who could possibly talk sense into the male. So, I will be doing that.”

“Wait!” Feyre cried. “You don’t even know where he’s gone!”

Lucien offered Feyre a reassuring glance. “I know him better than anyone. I can think of a few places where he might have gone.”

Feyre didn’t get a chance to protest as Lucien winnowed, Elain’s hand still in his. Graysen’s mansion “She didn’t suspect anything?” Tamlin asked as Lucien and Elain appeared. Right on schedule.

“Not even a bit,” Lucien replied. “She trusts me. As she should. After everything she did to me, I still helped her so much. And she treated me like dog shit.”

Tamlin nodded sympathetically. “After she started hanging out with Rhysand, something went seriously wrong with her. I wonder if Rhysand had the ability to permanently alter brain chemistry.”

“Knowing how powerful he is, he probably did,” Lucien replied. “Where’s Nesta?”

“At the Autumn Court, with Eris.” Tamlin smiled. “That girl knows how to act. You never would’ve known by the way she acted at the High Lord meeting that she approached me immediately afterwards.”

“What did she ask for?”

Tamlin shrugged. “Freedom.” He jerked his chin at the mansion. “Shall we?”

As the two friends and Elain walked back towards the mansion, Tamlin explained. Nesta’s movements had been restricted to the Night Court because she had no money of her own. So, she’d simply asked for a large sum of money so she would be free to live her own life in Prythian away from her sisters. Elain remained unsurprised by most of this, and Tamlin had to surmise that her seer abilities accounted for the lack of surprise. She had not even been a part of the plan, but she seemed to have no problem being here at the moment. “Your information on the Night Court and Velaris was incredibly helpful, by the way,” Tamlin added. “I have detailed plans on every building you described.”

“My fox reputation is well-deserved, you know,” Lucien said in a sing-song voice, and Tamlin laughed. “With Rhysand and the King of Hybern dead, there are some serious power gaps. Feyre, it seems, was chosen as the High Lady of the Night Court, but Hybern is still left without a ruler.” Tamlin turned to Lucien. “You should take over. Rule the place.”

Lucien put a hand on his chest. “Me?” “Yes, you. There’s no one more suitable for ruling. You already have connections with every court in Prythian. With you as King of Hybern, we could usher both lands into a new era.”

Lucien grinned. “Sounds like a plan, Tam.”

[horrorscoupes]

im supposed to be writing a term paper rn but instead im gonna explain why regulus’ listener does not need a dedicated name because ive been pondering it for like. a year

cw: the usual dehumanizing/demeaning/manipulative/etc regulus shit 👍

the biggest and most overarching theme of regulus’ storyline is and always has been a comparison of love and obsession/possessiveness, especially now that we’ve gotten some extra info on the guy they were seeing before regulus came back from the slammer. obviously there is something so incredibly wrong with him- both because he’s Like That but also because in a patreon stream erik said smth to the effect of “oh just wait until you see how he ended up like that” which to me means that something either deeply traumatizing or catastrophic led to regulus being the mangy beast he is today. <- this is supported (in my opinion) by how rampantly insecure he is shown throughout all of his videos, most noticeably in the beginning when he’s vulnerable about how he’s been lonely too (“I don’t want you to be nervous when you’re with me. I want you to feel safe. At home. Because that’s how you make me feel. You make me feel so warm inside. It’s been a very long time since I felt that way.” [Yandere Invisible Man Makes You His Forever (11:10)]). that quote among many others lends to the theory and idea that something happened to him/one of his charges/etc that irreparably affected his ability to maintain healthy boundaries. all of that is obvious tho.

i think that regulus choosing his listener as his charge (as opposed to being assigned to them as ive seen some people on here say)(“I believe they were not his official charge, but he has now kind of taken them on as an unofficial one… …They were not his-- they were never an official charge of his, but, y’know they are… He would now consider them a charge. I don’t know that they would agree.” Working on the Train Model and Hanging Out (2:34:00)) was very deliberate, since it’s very clear that for as long as he was in their house the first time, no one was overwhelmingly worried about their absence from the outside world. that isn’t to say that no one was worried at all, we still don't know how he got caught, but it’s obvious that his preying on them had to do with their predisposed social isolation. this is clear to me because he watched them for a great deal of time before he ever intervened. 

before i get to the main point i also want to chime in on the ever present discourse of how he managed not to starve to death. in my opinion, there are two equally likely scenarios for his first stint with them, with one being far more likely for the second stint. his listener had close to no mental strength before him, and certainly did have much during his stay with them, so there’s no particular evidence that could prove he Never Ever put them to sleep (or just left them magically paralyzed) and left to filter feed out in the real world for a bit. i don’t know how likely that is after he got out of prison, but i don’t think it’s entirely out of the question. the second, probably more likely, possibility is that after days/weeks/months of nonstop love-bombing, physical affection, and manipulating regulus’ listener Did enjoy being with him. not in a conscious or happy sort of way, but by way of their body and brain reacting positively to his presence. when you don’t have anyone else, even an abuser can be a point of relief.

FINALLY onto the topic that i started word-vomiting over in the first place. i think that the most articulate and correct way to refer to them is as “regulus’ listener” for one very specific reason. i think that they are purposefully nameless. he doesnt call them by petnames or by their actual name because they don’t need it. they are not a person to him, they are a possession. he wrote over their memories of their boyfriend, wiping away the way him calling them “sweetie” made them feel, because he will never call them that in any kind way. 

his most recent video gave A LOT of context to their living arrangement and the way that he controls them on a day-to-day basis (as all of my friends have suffered through hearing about lol). and i think that the context we learned is really important when set against all of the other manipulatorcore characters we get to see on there. it seems very vital that his listener has no name and no identity, but he still requests their permission to “help” them (“I can rework these memories. I can make them feel better than you could ever imagine. Mine. I can help. I can fix this. Can I help? Will you let me help? Please let me help.” Possessive Yandere Demon Rewrites Your Memories (4:03)). in doing this he offers them autonomy that he has no obligation to give, but he still won’t give them a name. because, as he calls them 52 times in that one video, the only thing they will ever be to him is “Mine.” 

[pupuyvs]

okay heres my latest long ass ramble lol:

so now that you mention it, i do see the emphasis on their different social classes more clearly now. i noticed it before but never really put too much thought into it until this latest update and we see everything come to head. now all the times you wrote about their wealth classes are like glaring me in the face lol and i see how it plays such an important role in this story.

some moments like:

the first time jihye went to chaewons house to "fix" eunchaes pc. when she got there she really said she felt like her just breathing and being in the house mansion brought down its value. like no jihye 😭 why you think like that girl. but i get her though. cause if youre not used to so much wealth it can be uncomfortable and awkward to be around.

and when jihye was getting ready for her first date with chaewon. she got her car cleaned and everything cause maybe she was thinking 'my car isnt the nicest or newest but i should at least get it cleaned to be somewhat acceptable for chaewon.'

another was when they went to jihyes hometown. yes its a small town in the countryside (totally different from the big city of seoul), but when jihye explained that all their families were close because she and the other kids would play outside because only one kid had a tv, and even then that kid wasnt even there that often. on the other hand, chaewon and eunchae have a game room, while jihye and her childhood friends only had one tv that they didnt even get to use all that much like bro 😭

all were smartly placed into the story (amazing writing by you 😘) to show just how far apart jihye and chaewons social classes are and just how different their childhoods were.

then you bring in aeri and minjeong. at first, i thought them having a superiority complex with the whole school was just rich, popular kids being your typical rich and popular kids, but i was wrong.

you brought up when wonyoung mentions natty and belle, and how aeri straight up says natty and belle are beneath them. like despite being cheerleaders too, aeri still views them as below her and her friends because wealth wise, they werent in the same league as them.

again with yena. they called her crazy and weird and didnt seem to like her much or interacted with her at all (other than the fact that she dated chaewon). while yena was on the basketball team (and seemed like an important player on it too), socially in school that would give anyone some kind of popularity. yet again, aeri and them didnt socialize with her because she wasnt in their wealth class. (gonna circle back to yena in a bit)

they see themselves above everyone else because of their wealth. like another anon pointed out, the rich like to stay with the rich. and like what karina said to ning when she broke up with her (they better get back together pls they were so cute 🥺 and im totally on team ningrina with 😎 so pls) theres a social line ning and her friends (specifically her friends) drew that shouldnt be crossed. their wealth is important to them and, it seems to me with the way you wrote their characters, that they are the type of people who consider wealth a big part of who they are as a person and that it greatly defines who they are while also warping how they view and judge others (if youre not as rich as me, youre less than me).

now this leads me to chaewons friend group. like you pointed out and said it in the story itself: chaewon, ning, aeri, and minjeong are only friends because their parents do business together. they were brought together by their wealth and probably only stayed together as a group because no one else in their school comes from a family as wealthily as any of theirs. wonyoung was the exception because her family meets that standard. it wasnt genuine connection that brought them together (a stark contrast to jihye, karina, yujin, yunjin, and kazuha and eventually yena, yeji, and even wonbin). like when i think about jihyes friend group, i think of colorful lights and comfort and warmth because theyre chaotic and loud but they love and care for each other and are always having a good time. but when i think about chaewons friend group, i think of monotone colors and like an itchy sweater and walking on egg shells because it seems uncomfortable at times and one wrong slip up could end in a fight or the end of a friendship, and they dont seem to talk things out properly—when they do try, it just quickly leads to yelling and arguing and no one hears the other out. cause again, the foundation of their friend group isnt genuine connection but their families wealth and class.

and now chaewon. my girl is rich af and knows it. before jihye, she seemed to kinda follow the same line of thought has aeri and minjeong but not as intense as them. while aeri and minjeong have the vibes of 'were rich, we know it, youre not, so were going to judge you for it because youre beneath us,' chaewon seemed to have the vibe of 'im rich, i know it, and if youre not on my radar i dont really care to be involved with you.' then jihye happened (completely unplanned) and it opened up a new world for chaewon. they come from completely different backgrounds but their difference in class doesnt bother chaewon, and she seems to enjoy and like it—home made food from grandma yoo, the comfort and simplicity of jihyes car, handmade plastic bead chains to hang on your rearview mirror, and holiday parties with family and friends. in each instance, chaewon compared the experience to her regular life—home made food vs food made by renowned chefs, jihyes simple car vs fancy blacked out suvs and limos, hand made jewelry and beads vs gold watches and bracelet, holidays with family (who are actually home for the holidays) and friends vs strictly invite only business parties. she doesnt mind her and jihyes difference in class because it seems to give her things shes missing out in her own life. now, while this can be seen as a good thing for chaewon and jihye, it kinda affects their relationship negatively because she doesnt vocally tell jihye any of this. so while shes enjoying all the things jihye is having her experience, jihye is hyper aware of their differences in class and is insecure about it (everything i mentioned chaewon liking, jihye was actually insecure about and always second guessed herself before doing).

now this whole college thing. in my other ask, i talked about how chaewon probably saw jihye not telling her about her college choice as a sign of her not thinking about the future of their relationship and defended the reason for her reaction. now as of jihye, after all this talk about wealth and class and their emphasis on the story, i think jihye didnt want to tell chaewon because it was yet another glaring highlight of their different social classes. jihye knows chaewon can get into any college she wants, money is not a problem for her, and here she is choosing andong over snu because her family cant afford two tuitions (even if her and karina are on scholarships). 

lastly, circling back to yena. i like that insight from you of yena not being mad at chaewon dating someone new, but dating someone clearly outside her social class because its just another thing that ties into the wealth and class theme. now i get where her anger is coming from (i dont justify it but i get it) like maybe she and chaewon didnt work out cause shes not as well off as chaewon and her friends, and they deemed her not worthy of chaewons time (plus maybe her and chaewon just didnt mesh well and she wasnt the best gf) but now her ex is dating someone def out of her social class and who is probs lower than yena herself. so of course yena is like 'tf. why is she the exception?’ this gives her character a bit more depth and a reason behind her actions and rage, other than just being your typical bully/jealous ex character.

to conclude this long ass thought ramble lol, while there are other factors in effect in this story, the common theme in everything is wealth and social class. and you saying how you wanted to emphasis it in the story really opened my eyes to everything i just rambled on about. its crazy to see how it affects everyone in this story and youre amazing for writing this story and plot (so well thought out dude 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 and i know i always say it but you really are the best 🙂‍↕️) i really wanna see how everything will eventually play out and how wealth and social class continues to affect the characters and their development. and i know it might be a long shot, but i do hope aeri and minjeong get some kind of redemption arc or at least grow out of their wealth-tinted eyeglasses.

-🦖

(again, team jichae til the end and now team ningrina too ✊🏼🙂‍↕️ give my girls their happy ending pls)

first off i audibly said yes multiple times while reading this each part deserves more speaking upon so ill go part by part (it wont be in order i have adhd)

regarding the part where you said chaewon enjoys jihye life its true chaewon absolutely loved how different the two lives were because she got to experience things she never had before through jihye and her family (dont worry a bonus chapter will be chaewon meeting hye’s parents) so it never occurred to her that jihye would feel some type of way thats why when jihye blows up and says chaewon would be ashamed and that they cant work cause shes poor it genuinely confuses chaewon she never even considered that being a problem

which ends up blowing up in her face because while she loves it jihye is wondering when will chaewon realize shes not good enough and that shes not deserving of chaewon jihyes biggest fear is chaewon one day waking up and resenting her because she cant afford to live chaewons lifestyle

she cant go on trips to other countries just because she cant buy chaewon that nice shirt she saw in the store window she cant buy chaewon the world if she wanted to and it scares her and even though chaewon doesnt care she also never revealed that to jihye

now chaewons friend group are definitely that monotone colored friend group and i tried my best to show that through doing direct comparisons

for instance the christmas and new years chapters

christmas u saw jihyes friend group, how lively they are while on new years the highlight to chaewons friend group day was passing out on expensive wine

i love how u pt out all it takes is one mistake for them to fight because truthfully chaewons whole friend group are emotionally stunted (except for like wonyoung but she joined so late they view her as one of them but not one of them if u get what i mean) that they do care for each other i wasnt supposed to reveal this yet cause i wanted to save it for next chapter but i can let yall in on a little secret

yena runs the tea acc (i think everyone knows that) the reason why aeri can get it deleted is cause she knows yena runs the acc and lets her run it peacefully because she thought if chaewon kept seeing yeonjun cheat she’d eventually leave him

though only yizhuo knew they were fake dating the rest of the group saw how miserable yeonjun was making chaewon (what was making her miserable was him getting caught) and aeri just wanted her to be in a happy relationship (she wants the same yizhuo but she cant get past the difference)

(to add on earlier the reason why the group dont bother to talk it out is just like chaewon said theyre stuck together as long as their parents do business together and if that partnership is lifelong yall literally stuck together no matter what)

speaking on yena while she def has some jealous ex tendencies she makes it clear that it isnt the fact chaewons dating the problem but who she dating is for example on her priv she refers to jihye as a “thing” she gets mad that jihye is publicly looking at chaewon almost as if dehumanizing jihye (just like she does when she destroys her robotics room) im someone that likes small details for stories so trust guys sometimes ur not overanalyzing i did put that in there on purpose

lastly ofc the class issues ik ive referenced them during this rant but to really discuss ur first pt the first date and first meet chapter is meant to really emphasize on everything

the way that she stands in one spot in the house in fear of dirtying the house, the way she takes time to enter the house, the dirtiness of her shoes compared to the new expensive slippers that chaewon gives her without a second thought, the awe shes in at a chandelier

and its emphasized even more in the first date

the stickers on the dashboard are meant to show that the car is the parents old one, the stickers there from the girls who now share it, the stain on the chairs in the back from both the friends and the girls themselves, the vacuum indents to show that jihye furiously cleaned it in fear of it not being clean enough for chaewon (like she felt she wasnt clean enough to be in chaewons house), the aux cord instead of the bluetooth cause its clearly an older car, even the fingerprints that are from jihyes friends (and ofc the town itself but i think yall know that)

i did these things because when i read aus especially ones where ones rich and the other is not they tend to leave the troubles out of it when in reality a gap that big will lead to problems (college, parents approval, insecurity, etc.)

at one pt for the angst chapter i had jihye saying “rich ppl will always get to dream while poor people eventually have to face reality” (which i got inspired by a quote on twt saying sumn about “i wish poor kids were able to continue dreaming” in reference to arts) which is another reason why they viewed their future differently chaewon is able to dream of a future of them together while jihye has to face a reality where she has to go to a smaller college and she has to get a job getting a bit more than minimum wage because thats the reality

i didnt mean to ramble this long i just love being able to talk to yall about stuff like this i love being able to give insight and behind the scenes of what i do i love yall picking my brain

(and dw ningrina and jichae’s futures are bright)

[rweoutofthewoods]

hey,

just saw the ask about someone discussing ur characterisation of James in young blood and how they thought he wasn’t a ‘baddie’ and that he was ‘not cool’ (btw this isn’t like hate to the person who asked this or anything incase u reply to this publicly and they see this, ik they said they don’t mean it as hate, I’m just saying what I was thinking cause I think the difference is interesting I guess🫣 so all love!!! ANYWAYS.)

I just thought it was interesting cause I did not get that vibe at all from James in the story. What I got from it was that James was actually cool in juvie, in a lowkey probably a little shit, who is funny and annoyingly endearing kinda way. I also thought he was a ‘badass’ in his own kinda way. But I don’t rlly think ‘badass’ is the best way to describe him in this fic tho, i think it’s more he is very capable and able at holding his own but he’s not like some intimidating, cool and mysterious typical badass (I’ve written this word too many times I hate it now😔) like what I feel Regulus is more like. And I also did get the impression he was a ‘bad kid’ but in a more ‘ I was a good kid and I’m a good kid in my core but something shit happened to me so now I’m acting out and doing bad things cause I don’t know how to properly deal with what’s happened to me , people expect it of me and this is my coping mechanism plus the whole getting myself hurt makes me feel better in a way kinda way (that doesn’t make sense I don’t think BUT WE MOVE) and he doesn’t come across as supposed to have been some teen who was out here doing all this mega bad boy (ew I don’t like that phrase but I’m using it anyways) crimes, but more like enough to get u in juvie ones and be significantly concerning. I could ramble more cause that fat ass paragraph doesn’t even fully express what I got from the way u wrote James. But just overall I think it’s interesting how ppl can get different things out of the same piece of writing. Also sorry if what I interpreted it as, is not what you were looking for, it probs did come across the way u wanted I’m just shit at explaining well and concisely lol.

ALSO (sorry if u hate me for this 10k essay oopsies) the thing about u worrying that James seems OOC but saying he’s not, ur just portraying the effects of childhood. I PERSONALLY DID NOT READ IT AND THINK HE WAS OOC, PLEASE DO NOT STRESS ABOUT IT UR WRITING IS FABULOUS AND IM VERY MUCH GETTING WHAT UR PUTTING ACROSS. Like u can tell by the way James acts with his friends and his internal monologue that he would be what some people more typically see James as, but it’s his trauma which is preventing him from properly being so. Like it’s just this road block. AND EVEN IF HE DOES GET OOC ITS REALISTIC WHO CARES, ILL FIGHT ANYONE WHO DOES, ITS UR FIC(unless you care then I apologise queen) but it’s so realistic like I went through a rlly shitty thing in my early teenage years and personally I think I’m a completely different person cause of it, and it’s interesting to read the way James changes because of what happens to him. Personally, I rlly like the way u write James (omd especially in EOITV I just want to gush over that fic for a second, it’s chefs kiss I love it so much, thank you for creating it, your mind is a wonderful place) I like how he can be a bit more messy, it’s interesting (also that reminds me another reason why I don’t think he’s spineless in young blood, cause he had a go at Regulus when they were fighting and I was like YEAH I KNOW U CAN SAY UNFAIR THINGS BUT ALSO STANDING UP FOR URSELF AND ACTING OUT AND NOT BEING PERFECT YAY, cause sometimes I do see James written in situations like that where he just takes it (nothing wrong with that I just personally prefer where he can gives just as good as he gets sometimes!:)))).

I need to stfu this is way to long, I’m actually embarrassed and scared u think I’m like some obsessed weirdo, I’m not I promise, it’s just 2:30 am and the most common feedback I get on school essays is ‘stop the waffle’. So long ass pieces of writing tend to be a bit too familiar with me 😔

okay last bit I promise, but THE AMOUNT OF NEW FICS U HAVE AND THE RATE U BANG THEM OUT?!?!, whenever I come to your blog and see a post about a new fic, I’m like wow your insane but in the best way possible cause how is this possible?! How are you able to do this?! This is so impressive ?!😭 Cause ur fics r to such a good writing standard and each one is so unique and different to each other, I run around my room in excitement each time u post a new chapter.

I could go on but I won’t because the fear of appearing a tinsy bit insane is real and idk if this is overwhelming, but yeha sorry, my waffling tendencies can be my downfall 😭

but uhhhhh Yeha overall, your writing and ability to write is very impressive, bye 😗😁

Hello!! I can’t answer you privately bc ur anon so I’ll start by saying: that ask? No lingering thoughts or feelings about it whatsoever and this reply is not even going to be about that, just what you’ve said. I can’t imagine how much time it took you to write all that because it takes me FOREVER to write replies to asks, so I appreciate your time and ofc have to write you a response because I’m honored <33

Just on the subject on Youngblood James. You put it perfectly and I think I said this in my end notes vaguely—childhood trauma changes EVERYTHING. Exactly as you said, I myself had a pretty shitty childhood and I think I’d be an entirely different person if I’d grown up differently. I got BPD out of it (😭) and Youngblood James got some pretty fucked up mental health and coping skills. And it was my hope that seeing James thru Reg’s POV and seeing his relationship with his friends etc. that you’d be able to see there’s still some of that James Potter we know and love, BUT part of James’ canon character (or fanon idk) is that he grew up comfortably, privileged, with two loving parents, getting whatever he wanted. We see it in canon with how cocky and in need of some humbling he was, and Youngblood James got way more than humbled, his life got blown to bits and while he was very, very, young. Before he even would have been Hogwarts age in canon. SO, I don’t think he’s OOC at all, I think he’s exactly who he’d be if those things happened to him. And I put a lot of thought into his character and his actions. So me fearing him seeming OOC is really just that I can put things out into the world but I never have any idea how it will be taken or if my intentions will be realized.

I didn’t intend for him to be badass at all because like… James’ crimes were all really in efforts to self-destruct. Him fighting people he did because he wanted to be hurt. Stealing a car? Well… we know by now how that ended. I also will note I didn’t intend reg to be badass either (tho maybe his character naturally is a little bit) because Youngblood isn’t about that, or how cool it is to commit crimes. it’s about how fucked up the system is, how childhood trauma lingers, how we need to do more to support and help kids in need instead of writing them off. So many kids act out or get in trouble because of much deeper reasons than them just wanting to cause trouble. And I say this as someone who was a kid who acted out, and who also recently as a more straight and narrow adult now, had their car fucking vandalized and literally SHOT AT by a bunch of kids. But I can look at those kids in real life, in my town, and I know the families they come from, I know there’s things going on behind closed doors. And yeah, was I pissed? Ofc, actually I was pretty devastated. I worked 7 days a week to buy that car and it was my first. there being reasons doesn’t make their actions okay, but I can also see that here in real life, children are being failed when they’ve barely had a chance at life yet. And Youngblood is really my attempt to humanize these issues and draw light to how we may be failing children. ANYWAY there was my long winded rant. I lost the plot a bit tbh but I could go on about Youngblood 😭

So in short, James in my opinion is not OOC, and ur right he is not weak either, because trauma and mental health issues doesn’t equate to weak. I think you exactly hit the nail on the head and it’s always appreciated when I feel like someone really gets my characters. My James is my James, and he’ll always be so special to me, every single version, because no matter what universe I throw him in, I always know exactly who he is and what makes him that way.

This is so long, I don’t really expect anyone to read this but you (hopefully), but this is just for you anyway <33 I appreciate all your kind words and interesting thoughts and I love how you said it’s interesting that ppl can read the same thing and get something different out of it. Because the amount of times I’ve written something and realized ppl got something entirely different than I’d expect honestly shocks me. And sometimes it’s sad if ppl miss my point, but mostly I think it’s beautiful that we can all interpret things differently.

Hope you have the best week and life is treating you warmly xx

[my-castles-crumbling]

hey cas,

so, i dont really know exactly how to word things right so please bear with me while i try to explain a bit.

i think i have bipolar disorder (or something similar, im still looking into things), but i dont know if im just going crazy and imagining things. theres not really anyone in my life i can talk to about it to gauge their opinion, so im kind of left by myself to deal with it.

i dont have a trusted adult or loved one i can go to for help, and ive not been to a doctor since probably 2017 at the latest so im not even sure who id be making an appointment with to discuss anything like this. ive considered trying to get myself into therapy but im afraid that if i go in saying that i think im bipolar and have other mental illnesses (im about 99% certain i have anxiety and likely some sort of depressive disorder too, but that might be more linked with the mood swings of bipolar) that its the wrong way to go about it? like, i might just be really ignorant but i dont think thats how therapy works is it?

basically im worried that if i go in saying the disorders i think i have, then theyll tell me im exaggerating or that i need other people to back me up or that i do need to see my gp doctor (which, again, i dont actually think i have one) or that it isnt my place to try to diagnose myself etc.

im not really sure what im asking here? maybe if you have any advice/experience about what therapy is actually like or what i could expect? or a better way to go about getting help? i really dont know honestly aha, sorry

Well, you've definitely come to the right place lol, I've been to and ghosted many a therapist! (Don't ghost your therapist!)

Actually, recently I started therapy again and it's been a great experience, so let me tell you about it. Warning: I live in the US, so if you live elsewhere, it might be different.

When you start therapy, they're going to ask you a LOT of questions. Lots about your background, your childhood, your feelings, etc. It'll feel a bit invasive, but make sure to be honest! Like brutally honest. Like if you're like...'I might be feeling this way but idk if I'm faking..' tell them that. They need to know everything.

Then, if you're a minor, they'll talk to your parents and get their insight. If you have issues with your parents, make sure to tell them that BEFORE this part happens, so they can take what your parents say with a grain of salt.

Last, they'll give you a 'tentative diagnosis.' This means that this is what they think you have, but it's not a die-hard medical diagnosis. They'll treat you based on this, but if you ever wanted accommodations in school or anything for it, you would have to go to a clinical psychiatrist to get it written up.

Here's the thing: the diagnosis my surprise you or even make you feel invalidated. If it does? Tell them that. Because, two things: One- they may have gotten something wrong. Or two- they need to know if you aren't understanding something fully.

To be very personal, I am diagnosed with both depression and anxiety. When I started therapy recently and again got those diagnoses, I wasn't surprised. But I also was told I have 'illness-anxiety disorder' which is the new term for a hypochondriac. I was super insulted because I was picturing the stereotypical hypochondriac who fakes illnesses for attention (this was uneducated of me) but my therapist explained that this version of anxiety more means that I have a lot of anxiety related to being nervous to get sick or the results of getting sick. Which was like- oh. yeah. I do panic every time someone sneezes on me. My therapist said this has become increasingly common since COVID.

All this to say it sounds like seeking out therapy might be a great way for you to get the answers you're looking for. But even if they're not the answers you think they'll be, remember that your feelings and experiences are still extremely valid and no less real.

<3 <3 <3

[hiding-in-the-vault]

Here's the concept. I just copied the Google doc I have of it.

Takes place before the prison arc. 

Quackity has admin on the server and is abusing that access to add a bunch of people. 

The people wear animal masks and are really cryptic. Like a cult or a gang.

Quackity has a sound thing that makes people insentient, like statues, it doesn’t work on people who have been/are dead.

Quackity and his cult/gang weren't affected along with Dream, Punz, Glatt, and Ghostbur.

Quackity’s more violent and cannibalistic.

Glatt lives in Las Nevadas.

The “statues” are alive and their conscious is wandering around the server.

Switches povs. Glatt, Dream, Quackity, Ghostbur, Punz.

Here's the questions Elmhat asked along with the answers! I've found questions very helpful so if you have any please ask!

How is this world different from canon?

Why is this world different from canon?

Why is this world being different from canon important to the new story I'm trying to tell?

How did c!Quackity get admin powers? Did c!Dream know about this? Is this a betrayal of his trust?

What does c!Quackity gain from turning people into “statues”? Satisfaction? Or something more? Does this benefit his businesses in some way?

What's c!Dream’s goal? If it's to stop c!Quackity, is there some deeper reason why he feels compelled to do this?

Do we ever find out what it's like to become a "statue"? Does it happen to c!Dream? How does it affect his thinking going forward?

How is c!Quackity's “gang” involved? Who’s part of it? How do they feel about what c!Quackity is doing?

I’m bad at explaining things like this. Something I really need help with.

Quackity has a sound ray that’s kinda like the ray gun from Zombie goldfish but bigger and it makes people insentient.

Same as question 1

Simple one of the people under him can hack and got him access to it. Dream only knew someone breached the system, and at the time him and Callahan were working on figuring out who.

Some kind of satisfaction and/or it’s because this Quackity is a cannibal, and c!Quackity doesn't like hurting living things so if this Quackity can reduce them to being almost non-living things and they don't react to pain then it’s “not like he’s hurting anything”.

Dream doesn’t know what to do or what to think about all of this, so far he's only processed what’s happening enough for his brain to conclude that “my friends aren’t safe here, I need to get them somewhere safe”.

Dream can’t become a “statue” since he has died and been revived but I think he would try and get Sapnap and George to “snap out of it” along with anyone else he cares about. And this could switch to the pov of one of them when they are a “statue” although I’d probably choose Karl instead.

Not quite sure how their involved yet. In my dream they were just following Quackity like an entourage or watching from the shadows. And, well, I think that's kinda the point, you're not supposed to know anything about them. They're not someone from the smp. You can’t see their faces. They don’t talk. They're just there and no one knows anything about them.

Oohh that's real funky, im into it! Plots based off of dreams sure do be like that xD

I don't really have many more questions that Elmhat didn't already ask. Although in addition to what is Dream doing, I wonder what the other POVs are doing- specifically Glatt, Ghostbur, and Punz.

I like the idea that they all get this immunity because they've all died before; the ghosts are obvious, and Dream and Punz due to their experimentation, I assume.

I'd expect Dream to have some Thoughts™ about Q having admin powers and abusing it, and can see Punz being on his side of that ofc. What about Glatt? if he lives in Las Nevadas, I figure he's working with Q and is therefore into the whole thing. And what on earth is Ghostbur doing in all this? Feels like bit of a wild card in this specific cast, but hey theres nothing wrong with that ;)

and now Quackity's 'gang'. My first thought is that if you were itching to fill that role, there is the whole slime army thing. Rearrange events so it happens pre-prison. OR OR OR You could go the full Las Vegas route and make him a whole dang mafia boss. I've always loved those tropes ngl. Could do some research there for some Inspiration~ if that sounds interesting. Or just some shadowy figures, that works too lol

As for the whole statue thing there, any narrative ailment needs a cure, right? Dream wants to 'snap people out of it', but ofc that leaves the big How. Maybe something funky with the revive book, or some god shenangans, idk, lots of options there.

[pixiedust-poppers]

can you do an infodump about one of your jatnlp au’s or headcannons? Make it one of the dark ones!!

IM SOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO INFODUMP ABOUT I had an idea VERY MUCH typed out and i showed a friend and then they said some criticism back for a scene that made me stall and realize i need to work it out more and the more I thought this I realized it was dark but.... not entirely unhinged (and you asked for dark so. I will bring the unhinged factor to my aus) so I bring you one that is a bit shorter dark and unhinged.

To note: This takes place in alternative version of cdbazemore98's Jake and Tori Stories series but focused more on Izzy and she is SO mentally ill and has been for such a long time. So, the credit for the main series goes to her. (Please. DO NOT go after her)

note 2- This takes place in J&TS4 a week or so after chapter 25: Spouse betrayal and to give a short gist of the emotional side of this . Jake was overtaken by lust and forced himself (for a kiss) on Ally (an oc of the author) with her husband and his rival Blake (also an oc of the author) there and Izzy watched to whole thing go but didn't reveal herself until Blake and Ally left. She rightfully slapped him and when he revealed why he did what he did (he saw her mother in her; Tori (as is Victoria Vega)) and she screamed "oh so your still in love with tori?" and then proceed to dig into abt him probably wanting to fuck her (she is in her sixties) and her daughters and when Jake couldn't get a word in + very upset at these conclusions she came to he raises his fist at her and threatens to knock her out if she doesn't shut up. Both he and she are shocked at this, and when he tries to explain himself 5 secs later, she is not having it, so she leaves and tells him that her and their youngest daughter won't be at home when he gets there and that he is dead to her.

There is some ongoing mystery plot in the story itself but for this alternative time-line that doesn't matter, and you're going to see why💀

SO once again DISCLAIMER: I do not Own Jake and Tori stories series. I do not own Ally, Blake, Troy, Maia and Kari they belong to cdbazemore98. DO NOT harass or go after the author.

CW: suicidal ideation, suicide, OOC FOR SURE.

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Isabella Green was a miserable woman; she has been for a loooong time and her week just got even worse. A few days after Jake forced himself onto ally and she leaves him to stay at tori's with their youngest daughter Hikari (kari for short). Tori being mostly team Jake although she "hears her out" for her side of things she talks to izzy in a way that makes it clear to her that she's moreso going to believe Jake's side of the story. She never liked her anyway, but she continues to stay because free rent is free rent.

The more kari whines about wanting to see her father and be kissed goodnight by him instead of her, she begins to reflect. "Does anyone really give a shit about her?" "How did her life turn out like this?" "Why didn't she do the deed sooner?", she's been unhappy for a looooooooooong while in her life, even from the age of 11. Depression and low self-esteem have had this girl in a chokehold for a long time, the choke is less or more depending on the day but it's always in the back of her mind. She thought that staying and marrying jake would help that; it does! ...depending on the day. She thought having children would make her happier; It does! though it was unconditional when they were younger... and sure she wasn't always the best mother, but she has noticed that Jake can do wrong in their eyes meanwhile, she isolated from immediately the moment she fucks up.

She doesn't have many friends, she hates the way she looks, any time she tries to do anything that will make her happy, everyone is suddenly a critic. what's the point of being here anymore if she can't be happy? She knows she can't convince Jake to go to couple therapy, everyone will tell her to get over it and what's the goddamn point??? Her kids will probably be smitten to just be with her dad, Jake can find a wife he actually wants to fuck and she can be happy in death.

So after kissing Kari goodnight, she answers Jake nightly call for once. Goes to the bathroom and basically trauma-dumps and chews him out, then after he gets his "I love you my fair maiden please" She traumatizes him for life by shooting herself in the head while he's on call.

Now because she married him, and bore his children, she does get into this Super pirate heaven. Homegirl is vibing, she LOVES it. Got her nice lil tiny home set up and everything and now she can start getting into hobbies she genuinely enjoys without anyone's judgement and she is safe

Meanwhile on earth, they're um ehhhh… Tori and the other's don't really give a shit, they're sad for Jake's sake(Cubby is genuinely sad though). Troy is more devastated than Maia over her death considering he was a momma's boy, Kari is traumatized as she was the first to find her mother's body and Jake is in Tatters, because he knows fucked up majorly to point where he actually doesn't date (he does the occasional prostitute) again despite others recommending he does, but he doessss get into drinking abit more, but he does like his job so.. not really.

Months pass and things have calm down, Jake obviously isn't over his wife's death so he's just semi-misrable and desires to see her again but then skylar so kindly reminds him "Hey what if u use super pirate powers? you can use those to see her like you did with me and maybe bring her back!" Eureka moment there. So he tries, but to no avail she doesn't want to connect with him. After complaining back and forth to the Og Super pirate spirit is like "Ok lemme talk to her... I'm sure we can come up with something." He goes to talk to her and she's like "No i don't want to see them, I doubt they give a real shit" and then trauma dump to him too and tells it about all the things she wished to have done with Jake and her life if not for the twins and having to settle down so early in their 20s. it's like "wow... hmmm you suffered alot.. I think i might have a deal for you." and she was like "??? I'm not a super pirate though?" And he's like "You wish for a new life and your husband wishes for a life with you in it, I can help with both." And he tells her of the plan if she agrees which is, for them to "start over" and take her back to the night where the twins are conceived but she can put a stop to that happening, and with changing that turning point in her life to possibly never or a later date, she can hopefully get the adult life that she truly wants. And while she personally wants it to be younger, she thinks about and realizes she can still do what she wants since she'll still be young with all of the amenities she’s grown accustomed to and agrees. And so with this Izzy is responsible, for the unbirth of her children, de-aging basically everyone and significantly pushing back time. She wakes back up again, as 19-20 year old izzy who is a nervous very uncomfortable wreck because Jake is about to walk in and they're going to have the sex they agreed to do earlier in the week (it was consensually dw) and this time instead of going along with said sex, she works up the courage in her to say no and actually explain to Jake why she isn't interested in sex as whole. She didn’t do so the first time mostly out of fear that it would significantly hurt their relationship or that Jake would leave her or that Jake would just snap and force himself on her, she was scared. And with this no twins are created so you have now a whole new sandbox of conversations that should be haved and therapy to fuck about with.