#it doesnt line up PERFECTLY with everything

[beetleviolet]

Kinda wrote this part out of order, but here!

Link to master post

Leo-Audrey is by @boots-with-the-fur-club

In case this counts for points: (it probbles doesn't tbh) @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

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Leo said they had to go. Or, maybe his name was Audrey. All the information was getting kinda crowded in Mikey's head, and he was too scared to ask. Maybe he could combine the names, yeah. Leo. Audrey. Laudrey. Laundry? Yeah, Mikey would call him Laundry. 

Laundry said they had to go. And Laundry was family, so Mikey could trust him, he had to, he had to do what he was told. 

But… 

Donnie. 

Speech had become a fleeting thing, senses sand between his fingers, but Laundry could hear him. There was something comforting about that. That's what his brain said. It was good. It was comforting. This was good. 

Donnie doesn't need you.

He knew that. Or, well, he thought he did. Leo didn't want him. Raph hadn't said a word. And Dad wasn't there. But Donnie? Donnie was gravity, a force in motion that stayed in motion, a never ending law of the universe that Mikey didn't understand. Why was it there? Why was he still there? Still? But it didn't matter because he always had. And he always would. Wouldn't he? 

No.

…no?

No

The word was like… like those hydraulic press ASMR videos. Force down on an object, breaking it, breaking it, breaking it, until BAM! It fucking shatters and shoots out the sides, the last of it ground into powder under the press.

Why would Donnie want someone like you?

..Mikey didn't have an answer. 

With everyone else, it was easy to tally up the points, pour over their interactions and figure out what went wrong. 

But Donnie? Donnie was always there. Donnie had seen him the whole time, from happy-go-lucky to not getting out of bed. Mikey had given him plenty of reason to leave. But he hadn't. 

Donnie hadn't left so far. Why would he now? 

See for yourself.

Mikey opened his eyes. 

He felt.. fuzzy. Like he was soup and someone poured in too much slurry. Thick and heavy. Or maybe they just put the cornstarch straight in. Clumpy and wrong. 

He was outside the cabin. He didn't remember walking there, nor did he remember deciding to step forward and inside, and make his way to Donnie’s bunk. 

Donnie was working, focused and indistinguishable muttering, all too familiar as Mikey plopped himself beside him, shell against his shoulder. Donnie leaned into him absent-mindedly. Because he didn't need a reason. He didn't. 

“Mikey?” Donnie asked, alarmed, and Mikey was suddenly aware of the relentless jerking of his shoulders, tears in his eyes. Donnie immediately put down his drone (See Laundry? He cared) and held Mikey close, pulling his head to rest on his shoulder. Donnie cared. He cared. The ring pulsed. Something snapped.

“I can't believe you're making me do this!” Donnie said, his voice all sharp glass. Do what? “Take care of you when you come crying! What, did someone make fun of your stutter again?? At least they got you to shut up!” The words made the world a dizzying spin, Donnies thumb rubbing the back of his neck as he continued, bitterly, “You're so fucking sensitive.” Mikey couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. Donnie held him tighter, “Why are you so surprised? We all know its your fault everything is so fucked up!” It was. It was. Mikey put both his hands over his mouth, trying to stay quiet. Trying to shut up. “Leo and Raph are lucky.” Donnie spat out, “At least they aren't stuck with a twin like you.” Mikey couldn't- he couldn't- couldn't do this! He pushed away, even as Donnie scrambled to keep him in place, even as his face was so- so concerned. Why did he look concerned?? After all of that?? It was- everything was so confusing and slurred and thick concrete. Mikey ran, all time champion of hide and go seek, he ran. He ran. 

Laundry caught him by the shoulders. Mikey struggled against him, chest heaving and the world a cyan smear from tears. 

“Mikey, Mikey.” Laundry shook him to a stop. Mikey clung to Laundry's arms. He was nothing. No one was there. Nothing. Fear was a huge pulsing mass and he couldn't get it out. “Your family doesn't want you.” He said. Mikey nodded, squeezing his eyes shut, wheezing and fighting his lips to stay quiet. His sobs were big and ugly. He felt like he was imploding. Was this what dying felt like? He was all alone. 

“Hey- hey! I'm right here!” Laundry assured, “Be part of this family, ok? We want you here.” They… wanted him? “Yeah! All you gotta do is join us. Let go.” A roaring river through his mind, something bigger. The ring's tendrils dug into his finger, but the pain was dull. Everything was dull. He was falling. He was falling. He was falling.

“Join the family, Mikester.” His vision was tinted blue, blue, blue.

“You’re home.” 

Mikey let go. 

[neon--nightmare]

AS I ROT FOR CLOUT !!! (wip <3)

[mossy-covered-bones]

The fun thing about trying to learn redstone on your own is having no clue what standard practice is. Im reinventing the wheel every time i try to make something, and im sure it could be faster or more efficient or easier to understand, but it fits in the space i have, so. Who cares if its a little convoluted

[snaret]

WHY IS DRAWING SO FUCKING HARD I NEED TO KILL EVEYTHING

[wtfforged]

my campaign hiatus has gone on for too long so to cope ive combined my interests at their maximum potency and had some dnd-strawhats thoughts

thoughts in depth under read more... :)!

this is SO self indulgent. their designs literally did not change. but i am a firm believer that dnd doesnt have to be european high fantasy. and also one piece literally IS fantasy. no changes are necessary to fit into dnd. ive already imagined plenty of campaign/oneshot ideas inspired by one piece. so this was basically just an exercise of trying to replicate their canon abilities in dnd 5e as much as possible without totally homebrewing everything. well. aside from luffy. you just cant take away or change his stretching.

LUFFY: (human monk. drunken master subclass. outlander)

the only plain human of the crew to balance out with the fact that he still has rubber powers. obviously a monk. but drunken master subclass specifically because i think the flavor(not the fact that its about being a drunkard) and abilities both fit him really well. this line in the subclass' flavortext especially fits him: "A drunken master often enjoys playing the fool to bring gladness to the despondent or to demonstrate humility to the arrogant, but when battle is joined, the drunken master can be a maddening, masterful foe."

ZORO: (tiefling fighter. samurai subclass. bounty hunter)

a fighter with the samurai subclass is so very incredibly obvious... but i actually had a lot of fun geeking out while comparing the abilities to what he can do in canon; Fighting Spirit, Rapid Strike, and Strength Before Death especially! tiefling is also pretty on the nose for his demon pirate hunter shtick and asura form, but i thought he'd be really human-passing for a tiefling and theorized about his tail getting cut off at some point or another before joining the strawhats. initially wasnt gonna give him a feat, but i gave sanji a feat so i thought itd be unfair to not give him one as well, so sentinel fits the bill pretty well i think!

NAMI: (tabaxi rogue. arcane trickster subclass. criminal)

cat burglar -> full grown literal humanoid cat. this one is INCREDIBLY self indulgent... i love... cats... theres nothing deeper to this and no other reasoning. i took cat burglar and ran with it. can you tell that i love izutsumi dungeon meshi? rogue for the aforementioned burglar-ing as well, and the arcane trickster subclass for when she picks up climatact! the mage hand will be very useful for her pickpocketing. in the future as she levels up with timeskip, i can totally see her multiclassing into wizard as well! weather wizard!

USOPP: (lightfoot halfling artificer. artillerist subclass. urchin)

I HAD SO MUCH FUN THINKING ABOUT HIS CHARACTER SHEET. halfling's Naturally Stealthy ability lets him hide behind his crewmates since theyre (almost) all bigger than him, so its perfect for hiding behind zoro or sanji all the time. Lucky is also perfect for him, and I think Brave fits pretty well too when he puts on the sogeking mask. artillerist artificer is also very fun! tinkering and making magic items for his crew, and i think Eldritch Canon or Arcane Firearm could both be easily reflavored as kabuto or any of his inventions. for emphasizing his sniper-ness, the spell sniper feat was also necessary. i think hes my favorite of all the concepts. big ears and long nose combo is so cute to me.

SANJI: (half-elf monk. drunken master subclass. guild artisan (cook!))

race was mostly based on vibes i wont lie. squints. and that vinsmoke balogna or whatever too ig. but mostly vibes. along with the idea that i think a dwarf zeff raising him would be really funny and cute. monk is also obvious, and same subclass as luffy for mostly the same reasons. though the flavor fits him much less, i think the abilities still fit him perfectly, and this blurb specifically; "Your martial arts technique mixes combat training with the precision of a dancer." i really wanted to give him a different subclass from luffy, but i dislike all the other monk subclasses a lot and i found none of them fit him as well anyways, so to try and give them SOME differences, i gave him the crusher feat.

CHOPPER: (awakened deer(shifter statblock) cleric. life subclass. hermit)

this ones definitely a mouthful im sorry. awakened deer for obvious reasons, but due to magic instead of devil fruit stuff. when i was struggling with his race, i looked a lot at shifter because of his forms, but it occurred to me that itd be super cool if he could shift between all of the different shifter options instead of being stuck with just one to replicate his rumble balls. something like heavy point/guard point=beasthide, horn point/arm point(?maybe?)=longtooth, walk point/jumping point=swiftstride, and brain point=wildhunt. hed definitely need some kind of nerf though to balance out that homebrew... and cleric for class. duh.

ROBIN: (high elf wizard. order of scribes subclass. criminal)

robin is definitely the one i struggled the most with just because of her class. elf came pretty easily- shes very elegant and i think shed look cute with super long ears- and i landed on high elf instead of wood elf for the int-based abilities. i was really on the fence between sorcerer and wizard for her because i knew shed be a full spellcaster, but i didnt feel that any of the subclasses really fit her. i ended up going with wizard for order of the scribes since it focuses on texts and knowing everything. but also because robin with a flying talking sentient book would be crazy cool. it could also be similar to how she spawns mouths and eyes places to talk to or watch people. my "fuck it, why not. this would be rad. its my house" mindset kicked in with her i will admit. also the One with the Word ability made me cackle out loud when i read it. thats the funniest ability ever. anyways, i cant really think of a way to replicate her powers, but maybe we could just reflavor a bunch of spells to be her limbs or clutch; hold person, maximillian's earthen grasp, or evard's black tentacles. thatd probably work okay, and theres a handful of spells to replicate her ability to spawn eyes or mouths. unrelated, but i imagine nico olvia to be a drow. why? her hair is white. i am a simple man!

[sun-kissy]

Hi i was wondering if you could do a poly wolfstar fic with a fem reader where she feels left out of the relationship because they start to drifting apart which then leads to them breaking up. But then Sirius and Remus realises what they did wrong but reader just doesnt want to because shes scared they'll leave her out again.💗

hi angel! thank you for the request ♡

meant to be | poly!wolfstar

part 1 | part 2

tw: angst

poly!wolfstar x reader

You lean against the doorway, quietly observing them. Something you always seem to be doing these days. Your eyes rake over Sirius, with his legs propped up on one arm of the couch while his head lies in Remus’ lap.

Sirius laughs, and the smile Remus gives him while he strokes his hair is so full of love. It makes you wonder if Remus thought he personally strung up all the stars in the sky or something.

You try not to let it get to you but it does anyway, that same stinging sensation in your chest, as though someone had pierced your heart.

It felt silly to feel as hurt as you did. The boys were so hopelessly in love, it was endearing. They had claimed to love you the same way too just a few weeks ago. When they first proclaimed their love, it felt surreal. Perfect. But now, it felt like a chore.

Not to you, never to you. Loving them would never feel like a chore to you, you were sure of that. But what if they felt that way? What if you were just an experiment gone wrong?

Maybe you were just overthinking the whole thing. Or maybe this relationship was a mistake.

Sirius and Remus perfectly complemented each other already, it was like Remus was a container and Sirius was water. And you were the lid that just never fit right. Remus was calm, peaceful, loving. Sirius was fun, snarky, and full of affection.

What were you? Just a random girl who had the fortune of stumbling across the lovely couple.

They hadn’t done anything in particular to upset you, they never would. But it was the way they instinctively walked closer together, their fingers interlaced. The way they glanced at each other, having silent conversations you would never understand. How they seemed to know everything about the other, from every inch of his skin to every thought in his head.

It was like they could see colours you couldn’t see, speak a language you didn’t understand.

You told yourself it was fine, they had just known each other longer. They stayed in the same dorm room and took the same classes, of course they were bound to be closer.

But wasn’t that exactly the problem? Their lives were inexplicably intertwined, and it felt like you were trying to wedge yourself in. It left you feeling like the side character in your own story.

You heard your name and snapped out of your daze, blinking as you find Sirius grinning stupidly at you from where he lazed on the sofa. His expression softens when your eyes meet his. “Love, come over here! We’ve been looking for you all day.”

That was a lie, your brain screamed at you. You spotted them chatting in lessons, eating together at the Great Hall, taking a walk in the garden. They were not looking for you, it was a lie.

Remus smiles softly, beckoning you over. You will yourself to move, to go sit with your boyfriends, but it’s like your legs have turned to stone.

You silently stand there, watching them. You try to muster a smile or open your mouth to say something. But nothing comes out except for a quiet wrangled sort of noise.

Remus looks at you strangely. Sirius frowns, his eyebrows creasing. He pushes his palms down on the couch, elbows buckling as he sits up a bit. “Y/N, baby? Why don’t you come on over?”

You watch Remus gently move his fingers to Sirius’ forehead to smoothen the lines between his eyebrows, and him turning around to give the sandy-haired boy a lovesick smile. That simple action causes the last ounce of willpower in you to break.

You clench your fists to stop your hands from trembling as you suck in a deep breath, feeling the ache in your chest start to grow. Was it jealousy? Anger? Hurt?

Sirius seemed ready to move to your side right that moment, looking utterly confused as to what was wrong. But Remus kept his hand wrapped around Sirius’ bicep, a silent order to let you be.

“Angel,” Remus breathes quietly. You visibly flinch at the term of endearment, not missing the flash of hurt across his face which he quickly replaced with his usual stoicism.

Your heart was thudding so loudly you wondered if the boys could hear it. You swallow the lump in your throat, stuck between wanting to burn the bridges between you or to walk across them.

“I…” your voice comes out scratchy as you try to explain yourself. You clear your throat, watching Sirius’s frown deepen and Remus bite his lip anxiously.

“I don’t think I want to,” you say quietly, feeling your heart sink to your stomach. You knew Remus would understand, always the perceptive one. It was obvious in the way his eyes widened and his grip on Sirius loosened.

But Sirius just tilts his head, looking at you quizzically. “Okay…? You can sit on the other couch then. You can sit anywhere you want to, love.”

You wince, glancing at Remus for help. But he’s looking at you with that sad look on his face now, the one he only wears when he sees Sirius crying after receiving a letter from home, or when you show up at Hogwarts after the holidays with bruises all over. Did it really hurt him that much?

A sigh escapes you as you decide to try to be gentle with it. That’s the least you could do, after the boys had so generously let you in on their already perfect relationship. You suck in a shaky breath, mustering the courage to croak out the words.

“It’s not about the couch, Siri. I… I mean this,” you mutter, gesturing between the three of you. Immediately, your head ducks down, scared of what you’ll find if you look back up at them.

An uncomfortable silence is cast over the room, the kind that makes your skin crawl. A beat of quietness passes before you find the strength to raise your head, peeking at the boys. Sirius looks cracked open, his face a picture of anguish.

“What?” he rasps out. Remus’ features are tight with something that looks like grief, his hand ghosting over Sirius’ ankle to provide the little comfort he can.

The croakiness of his voice makes your heart feel like it’s being cleaved in two. But you knew you had to do this. For your sake, and for theirs.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you mumble in a rush, eager to get it out and not have to endure watching them in pain for too long. Sirius stays silent, his lips pursed so tight you think he might burst into tears.

“Why?” Remus asks quietly, gaze still trained onto yours as he rubs circles onto Sirius’ ankle comfortingly. “I… I don’t fit in. You guys are perfect for each other. But I just don’t fit in,” you admit, feeling guilt clawing at you. “This just isn’t working,”

“We’ll make it work,” Sirius says immediately, and the sincerity in his voice almost makes you want to concede. But you know that’s not possible. “Just… just tell us what we’re doing wrong, we’ll fix it. I swear.”

Remus nods slowly, looking at you expectantly. The hope on their faces make you feel like the worst person in the world as you give them all you have to offer - a small shake of your head.

“But love,” Sirius murmurs, his voice cracking. “Why… what… where did we mess up?”

“It wasn’t you guys,” you say immediately, even though it was. You just can’t bear to see the pain etched on the black-haired boy’s face. “It’s just not meant to be. We’re better off as friends.”

“But we love you,” Remus speaks up quietly. Sirius nods earnestly.

“I can’t,” you say, relieved that your voice comes out evenly. It’s a miracle with how hard you’re fighting to hold back tears. “I can’t do this. The both of you are always together, and I'm not blaming you for it. It’s in your nature to be together-”

“It’s in your nature to be with us too, dove,” Sirius says, the anguish in his voice leaving to make way for pure sadness.

“It��s not,” your voice coming out as a pathetic sob. “I’m not like you guys. I’m not fun, I don’t take the same classes, I don’t ever get what you mean. We’re just not right for each other.”

You think you can see something break in Remus when you utter that last sentence. Sirius bites down on his quivering lip and wraps his arms around himself, as though physically restraining himself from pulling you into a hug.

This isn’t the first time they’ve ignored what you said, isn’t the first time they didn’t respond. It happened on a daily basis, for Merlin’s sake. But this is the only time it hurt as much as it did right now.

You glance at them one last time, heart breaking at their pained expressions. But none of them say a word as you turn around and leave the room, letting you go all too easily.

Perhaps you were just not meant to be.

[jammiesjars]

MDNI

Warnings: Accusation of Infedelity, heavily unedited writing (wrote this in a power outage in my notes app xx), fingering, eating pussy, dirty talk, dumbification if you squint REALLY hard.

One message is all it took for you to spiral.

Outrage was an understatement. A month, a single month, into Price’s deployment you had recieved a message from an unknown number. They insisted of Price having an affair with his so-called ‘receptionist.’ Being his wife, you didnt believe it. You and John had been married for years now. He wasnt that kind of man! (You hoped.)

Weeks passed and wheels start turning. Seeds of doubt had started digging into you. The late nights he had stayed at base before his deployment, only sending as much as a quick text of ‘Be home late. Dont wait up.’ Or the necessary secrecy between what happens at his job or deployment were starting to plant ideas in your head you wouldnt have ever had if not for that message. Youre being worn down, and its killing you. Its not like you could ask him; being thousands of kilometres away without any time to do as much as glance at his phone.

So the emotional resentment grew. You find yourself wondering how he could do this to you, crying in your empty home that housed the both of you not long ago. Before you even come to terms with it, Youve packed your bags and lawyered up, letting your resentment fester for far to long without any outside input.

On the third month of Prices deployment, you drive yourself up to base with one intention; leave the divorce papers on his desk to find when he comes back and to leave without confrontation.

Security on base knows you as ‘Price’s missus’ by now, offering a small wave and a smile as you walk by and into your husbands office. You put the papers on his desk, that frustration and hurt bubbling up all over again. He has your wedding photo framed on his desk and it only hurts more. What did you do to deserve this?

You turn to go, heading back towards his door when you hear muffled laughter and the sounds of gear being unzipped and dumped from down the hallway. Theyre back. You pick up the pace, praying you can slip out before he gets close enough to notice. You reach for the door handle, but the door opens before you can even grasp it.

Shit.

And there he is, your eyes drinking in the sight of the awfully more rugged version of your husband; beard outgrown and messy with tired eyes that light up at the sight of you.

That light dies as soon as sees just how mad you look.

“So youre telling me, one message is all it took to lose all fucking faith?” Price practically growls, fingers rubbing at his temples. Hes sat in his chair with you on the other side of his desk, just as furious. “Everything makes sense! The staying late at base, the short messages and lack of updates when your deployed!” You hiss, frustration bubbling over making anything small seem huge.

Price takes a deep breath, a futile attempt to calm his temper. “The shit I deal with doesnt sleep. Theres reasons i stay back that you will never know, love. The law itself, wont let me tell you. Same goes for messages. Im sorry i dont have the time to let you know im okay when im deployed, god knows i wish I did.” He scowls, his gaze so heated and intense that you almost look away despite your own fury.

“And what about this receptionist huh?”

Your tone has changed, soft and shaky. vunerable.

Price’s expression softens, but he doesnt say a word, simply rounding his desk to pluck you out of your own chair and putting you down in his office chair. He sinks to his knees in front of you, hands rested on your thighs. Blue eyes peer up at you, sickeningly sincere. “Love, I dont interact with her unless necessary. This isnt some romance movie bullshit.” Your heart is working overtime, lips parted as guilt bubbles. “You- you understand where my doubt is coming from, though…right? Everything lined up perfectly, and-“

Price simply tuts. “We’ve talked about that pretty little head of yours overthinking too much, havent we?” You freeze, throat drying. You nod. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes-“ you croak. “We have.”

Price grunts in approval, his hands now running up and down your thighs.

“Have you been feeling neglected, hm? Is that it? My sweet wife needs some attention?” Price rumbles, his large, calloused hands that have been marked by countless battles now playing with the hem of your skirt.

“You’ve got my attention now, luvie. No need to play these stupid games with me.”

Your mind is already growing hazy; your husbands words making you almost want to forget about this whole incident. A finger hooks onto the waistband of your panties, bringing you back to the moment.

“Stupid games? John i was prepared to divorce you-“ he shushes you, dragging your underwear down your thighs, then your calves and over your shoes before slipping them into his pocket. A cheeky smile graces his face. stupid muttonchops.

“Must’ve left you alone for far too long then, if you were willing to take it this far.”

He slings your legs over his impossibly large shoulders, making you squeak as your pulled forward on the chair.

“Wouldve come home and fucked those stupid thoughts straight out of your head if i had known you were having doubts about my loyalty, sweetheart.”

He presses a messy kiss to your clit, making you gasp. He grumbles something incoherent (“Me? Cheat? Silly girl.”), before licking a long stripe up your neglected cunt, causing your hips to buck. The taste of you after going months without has price groaning into your heat. He eats like a man starved, a mix of desire to prove his loyalty and that he finally gets to taste his wife after being away for so long.

Hes fuming, really. Toward you? No.

Towards whatever stupid bastard sent you that message. He’s glad you didnt notice him slip your phone in his pocket, because he knew you’d be against him hunting the fucker down. You just need a distraction to keep that pretty little head thinking too hard. And he’ll give you just that.

“Oh, my poor sweet wife…” He grunts, before sucking on your clit with a renewed fevor. He pulls off with a lewd pop, two thick fingers replacing his previous ministrations. You’re squirming in his office chair, mind hazy and hips bucking.

“Thinkin’ I was out here cheating on ya’… you know better, love.” He tuts.

His fingers curl so nicely into that spongey spot that makes you see stars. “M sorry-“ you’d slur, “I didnt believe it when I first saw the message I promise-“ you gasp as price presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing in small tight circles.

“Lovie, you stormed in here with divorce papers. Dont tell me you didn’t believe it.”

Your head tilts back as you pant, small gasps slipping past your lips.

“There we go.” Price coaxes, his fingers picking up their pace.

“Wouldnt even cross my mind to look at another woman when my gorgeous girl looks like that as I stuff her cunt full of my fingers.” He coos, watching your face intently as your release crashes down; intense enough to make you writhe and moan.

Price pulls his fingers from you, licking them clean before getting up off his knees. Your throat runs dry, bracing for whats to come even as you grapple your bearings. You’re mentally preparing for Price to be dissapointed, upset with you, maybe even mad.

He analyzes your expression, leaning back against his desk. His eyes scrape over your small form sat in his chair.

“Im not upset, love. That pretty little head of yours had months to overthink that message without a voice of reason.”

Price tilts your chin up.

“Lets just not have to do this again, hm? Then i’ll be mad.”

Its sounds like a threat, but it isnt. Price knows he’ll always be there to talk his beloved wife down from the edge.

[problematicraccoon]

PSA: you dont /have/ to reread your script before you shift!! your higher self is /not/ gonna "forget" your desires or the world you want to shift to. think of it like cloud storage. it has everything you want downloaded and protected, and it will stay that way forever.

if you just personally enjoy rereading your script, then go ahead, power to you. i love doing that as well, it makes me feel connected to where i wanna go. but just relax in the fact that you /wont/ just forget it. your higher self wont forget any detail of your dr, not even the itty bitty things. it has a perfect, infallible memory. you have to trust it, because its you. you are not your body, you're a soul living inside a body. just because your human brain cant perfectly recite every line of your script verbatim, doesnt mean you're gonna accidentally end up in the backrooms. let go of the stress babes, you've got this <3

[sleepincrow]

contains: toxic behaviour, toxic!reader this was itching my brain, idk what to tell you. i like having morally ambigious reader... or idk, is it too tame? i have no idea where the line meets and ends when it comes to dark shit cus i usually stay in the other side of the line. whenever i think of dark stuff its in a comedic-ish light and everything turns fluffy in the end idfk. tell me what else i should add in the warnings 😞

edit: i made it readable, i should really start readproofing.

hear me out..

reader who doesnt do anything when their boyfriend is mean. like theyre just generally pissed off and huffing at you when youre trying to greet them with open arms and a warm smile when they come home.

reader who doesnt confront them about their horrible behavior and how it affected them. no, just stay silent, take in whatever your boyfriend had to say or do and leave him be.

ohooooh, you mightve done nothing but youre going to give them something much worse than a silent treatment.

youre not a doormat. youre not a crybaby.

i want reader to be absolutely menacing. if that man doesnt come back crawling, apologizing to you, youre gonna make him.

do you understand me? the anger, the absolute disgust that bubbles in your stomach, that claws its way up your chest like an animal looking for a fresh breath of air before it starts to hunt.

youre silent all of the sudden, giving him the driest texts known to man, leaving him on seen with texts that dont technically need a reply instead of dragging the conversation longer with a picture of a cat you saw on your way home. youre picking up more work than usual, unable to cut some time, telling him youve got things to do—things more important than having to watch some tv with him, be in bed with him.

youre clever. you know your schedule, and you know his. rearrange everything, make sure to make as much commotion in your life that doesnt include him, so when he confronts you, youre technically telling the truth when you say youre busy.

because why bother coming home early, greeting him, surprising him with dinner and a loving kiss?

then watch it all go down. technically, youre not doing anything wrong, youve got your plate full with a screenshot of your planned calendar to pair with it as sweet, sweet evidence.

youre watching him slightly deteriorate. watch him panic. he'll buy you flowers, in which you put in a vase but never take care of like before. he'll buy you jewelry you wont wear because "theyre beautiful but i like the old ones too! ill wear them on a special occassion" that wont ever come.

the frustrated, panicked look on his face is priceless. it feels so good. he cant even be mad because youre not even cheating! you have all the alibis, all the witnesses. youre perfectly happy and sweet as before! just.. not as responsive, not as present. but thats not your fault, thats your job's!

if he pays for you, slowly start paying your half of everything. shows that you are stable and everything would be perfectly fine if he went up in left. in the end, thats why he got angry with you in the first place, right? he's so okay with being angry, not telling you his problems, that he can keep it to himself, right?

he doesnt need your lap to lay his head on, not your food that you prepare for him when he comes home, not the soft touches you leave on his overworked skin and definitely not the words that you coo at him everyday before he pissed you off.

make him know what the once delicious thought of takeout tastes like once he's left to fend for himself while you go out for overtime at work! trust me, its gonna taste a hell of a lot more bland, a lot more dull. depressing, really.

dont even get me STARTED on sex. (i wont, not now)

this is all justifiable, right? after all, this is how you communicate your feelings right? this is how you can show him how you felt when he showed you a cold shoulder at your warm embrace! let him have the full experience when you felt pathetic, miserable, useless.

plus, youre not wrong, arent you? you can leave whenever you want! who is he to tell you that you cant leave? as if he owns you—is that what he thinks? is that what he thinks of you? just a not-so-significant other that he can come home to whenever he wants and project his feelings unto?

no, no youre not. youre not gonna take that bullshit. he can roll it up, pack it in a bag and beat it if thats what he's thinking. no, both of you are holding an end of a rope in this relationship. a big, thick rope which you can cut off with that large ass scissor you both have.

this is just you telling him, reminding him that you can cut it whenever you like! its not threatening, not manipulation, straight truth! you CAN leave any relationship you like! its his problem if he doesnt like it, right?

your poor little boyfriend has to get his act together! start thinking straight! unless he wants to deal with your unyielding, harsh wrath for the rest of his soon-to-be miserable life.

after all, he made the first threat to your relationship, right? its just a reminder!

[lesbianralzarek]

as relevant as it is that wyll (who needs to be needed) is the one least likely to get impatient or walk away when astarion's recovery isnt linear, its also worth noting that astarion (who also needs to be needed, not pitied and treated like porcelain) is most uniquely suited to fixing wyll imo. like, he'd try to fix any origin in a romance, but when you look at his skillset and compare it to the problems others have.... astarion is perfectly wyll-fixing shaped

wyll pretends hes 100% trauma-free? astarion is a rogue, hes built to sniff out deception. wyll always puts his needs last? not with astarion around. he wants to steal the moon from the sky for someone, but hes awkward with grand gestures (they ruin the aloof facade). the opportunity to "he said no pickles" for a lover would be ideal for him. wyll feels bad about looking like a devil (not a tiefling, thats not what hes upset about)? astarion doesnt have to pretend he likes it, he means it. wylls "memory of a memory" shit? astarion knows a thing or two about trauma-based dissociation. theyll walk that road to recovery hand in hand

even just, like, how well their endings line up as well. wyll keeps his contract? astarion was a magistrate. wyll becomes the grand duke? astarion is the only other origin who knows his way around the gate's nobility. he'd love to say everything wyll cant. wyll goes to avernus? no sun there! count astarion in. wyll stays an adventurer (post-avernus or no-avernus)? thats astarions spawn ending. all of these endings rely upon astarion staying a spawn, but lets be real, AA isnt helping anyone anyway

let astarion fix wyll, too. they both need it

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hello, could you do, gummigo x wife reader, where the two say goodbye before gummigo leaves with his brothers, to steal Maple Syrup from the Kingdom of Candy Canyon, but when they fall off the map with Pomni, he tells him about the reader Afterwards, when Caine kills Gummigo, I think, the team goes on an adventure again to the same place as Candy, but he finds the village where Gummigo lived. Pomni goes to look for Readee to tell her, and when he finds her, The reader invites her to come to the house, where Pomni discovers that they both had a baby, and Pomni doesn't know how to tell the reader.

pomni visiting npc!gummigoos wife!reader after caine poofs gummigoo

short post! not much to say here in the beginning notes lmao notes: reader is gn, maybe afab due to the baby but one can assume they dont have to be given digital world physics + npc stuff Cws: guilt

one can assume that gummigoo still exists, just poofed and sent back to the void waiting for when he needs to be used once more. though i personally think that if he were to return, he would not remember anything that happened in episode 2... so lets explore two ideas in this post! ill divide each by a gap

assuming gummigoo does not return in the quest that involves the reader, and pomni stumbles upon you and sees your child... oh god she feels so horrible. as far as she knows shes doomed gummigoo- and that he no longer exists. ragathas reassurance that he may come out again did little to comfort her

she cant bring herself to be around you for long

she wants to tell you, she feels like she needs to- but you talk like everything is perfectly fine. of course you would, you werent sentient. you had all of these false memories. to you gummigoo had only been gone for a short period, off trying to get the syrup to save your village

ultimately i feel like pomni may swallow her guilt, what if she told you what happened and the exact same thing happens to you? poofed. she wouldnt let you go to the circus, but does that really matter? does this place still exist when the circus members are there?

its all so suffocating, she cant stand it. and the fact that youre trying to ask her whats wrong only makes her feel worse- she feels like shes going to puke

she likely holes herself up in her room as soon as the adventure ends, trying to recover.. its not going to get easier, is it?

but on the chance that gummigoo is around once more, just without his memories of... everything he experienced that day..

its not much better, but at least pomni can try to convince herself that at least he still exists- even if not consciously. it kills her a little inside to see the three of you interact with each other

completely unaware that you arent real people

you talk about how your child is the light of your life

but theyre just lines of code

the visit is brief, she doesnt find much of a reason to stick around

theres still the thought in her mind, almost telling her that shes obligated to tell you and your family everything thats going on

but you look so peaceful and shes not sure she can handle shattering your reality and just leaving you all alone- she has to go back to the circus eventually and shes learned her lesson that she cant bring any of you with her

similarly, the idea of "do you even exist when you arent needed" plagues her mind- would telling you and leaving you here do anything? would you all just forget again? that feels... needlessly cruel

[qoldenskies]

OK but what if cc Mikey does out grow Donnie in the bad future? Like Donnie ends up falling back on self destructive habits like not getting enough sleep or giving away his rations because his bros "need them more" in his mind and next thing they know Mikey's suddenly an inch or two taller than Donnie and none of them know how to handle it.

yeah i'll take that compromise. i could definitely see that! it might be worse if the gap was just a little larger though cause the idea of like,,, mikey doesnt even realize he's outgrown him for a while until he goes to hug donnie at some point and realizes they slot so perfectly together now, just in the opposite way compared to how they used to. he can hook his chin over his head and donnie can press his face into his collarbone while he cries, in the exact way that mikey has seen him hug leo, and his heart just drops.

it hurts to be so upset by it now, but mikey just thinks about how his older brother always felt so tall. donnie used to be larger than life, he used to be someone that mikey had always been so comfortable looking up to. and he has grown, but still, it feels like the apocalypse is upon them and mikey's grown up so fast, while it feels like donnie is stuck forever fourteen, pounding on that door. now he cries mikey's name just like he does for their older brothers.

and mikey had just wanted to be responsible. before everything happened he both loved and hated being the youngest, because he always wanted to protect them in the same way they insisted on protecting him. but now he has responsibility-- in a war he feels like the only worthy line of defense in, sometimes, over so many displaced and starving people, over the shaky foundations of his family trying so hard not to crumble under the stress of the apocalypse, and over his older brother that used to pat his head and roll his eyes at his bad jokes and give long-winded practical advice to him while he worked, just because both of them liked to hear the sound of his voice. now they fit together like puzzle pieces, just in the wrong way. it was never supposed to be this way.

mikey grew up when he threw himself off that roof. he had to be thrown from the nest in order to fly, and he used to think that was a good thing. looking back got them nowhere-- they'd have to adjust to their new normal and find the little gold they could in all the rubble. but now he's finally looking at what he lost, and he grieves.

[dustymeadows]

I should smooth out what the situation is between nightmare and his men

I don’t quite think its anything abusive, but you can’t put 4 mentally ill men in the same building and expect good situations to come from it you know. So its not exactly all needs are perfectly met either

This is all coloured by my personal idea Nightmare would not replace his men- its just generally inefficient and troublesome and honestly emotionally taxing. And terrible for loyalty. Nightmare went through so much shit himself feeling like second-best, expendable, like nobody would blink an eye if he was gone, and as much as he’d want to position himself like the people that hurt him in order to feel powerful I think the moment he felt like his brother (or how he believed his brother thought of him) he’d recoil like touching a hot stove.

Anyway my order of joining I think would be Killer, Dust, Horror, Cross (if applicable)

I like Killer being first because it means all of the shit NM had to figure out? He had to do with Killer. Creates a really complicated relationship thats closer than Nightmare’d like to admit. Killer’d get to see Nightmare go from someone floundering trying to pretend he knows how mortals work to sssort of having it more together by the time Dust is picked up. Killer doesn’t have a positive opinion of Nightmare but he still likes NM yknow? Out of everyone, Killer sees Nightmare the most falliable. The most “human”. Just as prone to faults in judgement as everyone else. Killer trusts Nightmare only as much as Nightmare will trust Killer. Which puts them into fun seesaws

Dust doesnt really give a shit? Dust is always kinda in his own world until things settle down more. Dislikes Nightmare but its as much as Dust dislikes everyone so. Has the most trouble adjusting to things but I also think him and Nightmares arrangement definitely involves NM telling him if the player returns to his world? So it lets Dust kinda start to explore his new… everything, without as MUCH of that constant weight. Which eventually becomes a general trust of nightmare even if it never grows past neutrality

Horror… horror is. Interesting. The first hurdle you have to jump is how the hell you convinced him to join NMs gang but that could be a whole other post. So putting a pin in that, Horror seemed like he adjusted the quickest but definitely was just putting up a front until everything eventually cracked and he had worlds worst crash-out. Horrors trust in nightmare (and dust and killer) was built by how that situation was handled- not that it was done perfectly but the fact Nightmare gave him proper space and accommodation without trying to force anything definitely. Like. Like in the moment it worsened the paranoia but in the long-run it made Horror feel way more secure in his place. He’s not too personally close with Nightmare but he has a pretty positive opinion despite it

Obviously theres a lot of rough edges but i think its important that Overall theres a level of security. Because it helps tie them together and give them an actual motivation to stick around if shit gets rough. If nightmare ever spiraled or seemed to make stupid decisions the three wouldn’t blindly follow, they’d turn around and try to figure out what was fucking him up. Because even if Nightmare believes its fear or deals that keeps them in line, its the security of the situation and the fact that Nightmare listens to them and values their perceptions of reality.

[silenttrxxs]

hybrid! choi san x reader

being part of a world where hybrids and humans co-exist was weird, there was always a nervousness with showing the animal side of yourself to anyone.

San was a prime example of this, being part of the most well known groups in south korea it was hard to constantly hide this part of him. Everyone knew but the personal feelings that san held was something he really didnt have the guts to do, he would rather live as one with humans than deal with his werewolf side.

He had grown up always doubting himself, his werewolf side was dangerous, sometimes deadly. He had blood on his hands, none of it being his own. He wanted to live his life with no worries, it seemed humans had more of an easy life.

Today was no day different to any others it was the same thing as normal, waking up early and getting himself showered and ready to go to the dance room, new choreography meaning each member had to practice until they got everything right and synchronised. Today was feeling different in a slight way though, he'd woken up in a sweat, looking around the room, the sun creeping through the curtains blinding him a little before he stretched before groaning as he felt a pain spread through his whole body. He rolled his eyes as he realised what this meant.

See being a hybrid meant he would experience ruts, this being a basic instinct that he would have to fulfil to stop the pain or take certain supplements that would counteract the feeling so he could continue the day as normal. He groaned as he stood up in pain, the weight between his legs being the root cause of this. Grabbing his phone he text the only person he knew that could help him.

"Y/N, its time, please tell me you have time off work i need you" San text hoping that today would be a free day for you.

You was busy, lining up stock on the shelves in the KPOP Store that had kindly offered you a job, making sure the photocards were lined up perfectly you felt your phone stir in your pocket and the name lighting up the screen.

산 (san) - "Y/N, its time, please tell me you have time off work i need you" you rolled your eyes a little letting out a slight giggle. Walking to your boss you smiled at them.

"hey boss, im all done for the day is it okay to clock off early" you asked sweetly, praying she would allow you to clock out and get to san as quick as possible.

"yeah sure, well be closing early today if it doesnt get any busier" your boss said smiling at you. You practically ran to the back grabbing your lanyard and clocking out and unlocking the locker grabbing your bag and getting out onto the streets or korea. Taking a short stroll to the nearest station was nothing, you had done this many of times before. You pulled your phone out typing out a message to San.

"im on my way now baby dont worry okay, ill be there as soon as possible" you pressed send hoping to god your signal would work.

San smiled as he reached into his pocket in the canteen.

He typed a message back quickly before smiling at seonghwa and sitting down slowly. They began eating their food conversing about the next comeback season and how much work that they would be putting onto themselves along with hiding the hybrid side of them to make sure that atiny would never be scared of them.

You grabbed your phone seeing the message from san lighting up your phone. You switched your headphones on and got off the subway. Taking your time to enjoy the slight peace that you could get before entering the KQ building.

산 (san) - "i need you to milk me baby, it hurts".

Reading this you felt a blush creep up your cheeks and across into your ears.

San had finished his food, taking the trays and tidying the table off he walked to the lobby waiting for you to arrive. He had always made sure that security knew to let you in. Giving you a lanyard to allow yourself through the gates wasnt enough for him, hed always been one to make sure that you had nothing go wrong whilst you come to see him, no enemy pack around to cause mischief. Your safety alone was his main priority, human and hybrid world combined.

You took your headphones out before entering the building bowing and greeting staff and trainees as you came in, before looking up and locking eyes with san. A wide grin plastering both your faces as you walked closer to him. He stood there with outstreched arms, you tried not to run into him keeping your body from leaping forward you kept your speed.

San took you into his arms wrapping his warmth around you like a blanket. "Hey baby, how was work?" san said placing a chaste kiss to your forehead and running his hands down your arms, lacing his hands with yours. He had to touch you, his body craving your touch and softness.

"it was good, i managed to get the rest of the day off and rushed here as soon as i could, im guessing hongjoong actually let you skip practice today then?" you questioned knowing today was supposed to be jam packed for all the members.

"Yeah it wasnt easy but after speaking with both him and seonghwa it was easy. He will just work me harder next time so i can catch up" San explained to you before gripping your hand and leading you to he dorms upstairs.

San took your bag before you had even noticed. hed always had treated you like a princess, being in his rut didnt mean this would change apart from the possibilty that walking alone would be a challenge when he was done with you.

"God, i cant bare it any longer" San said as he shut the door and locked it pushing you against the door. His breath fanning over your neck, his words melting into your ear as he left a barely there kiss to your neck. This causing you to shiver in anticipation.

"I cant bare this anymore baby, i need you on your knees for me" he said before guiding you to the couch. unzipping his trousers and allowing his cock to spring free. You almost drooled at the sight alone. Your eyes widening and your body heating up.

You got on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with doe eyes, knowing exactly how to drive him insane. Your tongue slowly wetting your lips. He hissed as he watched you intently.

"F-fuck baby" he hissed out before moving slightly, his hand stroking his cock gently, your took the first step placing a soft kiss to his tip before moving his hand and taking the entirety of his cock into your mouth, relaxing your throat enough to drive him wild. He growled lowly as you did this. His hybrid side making an apparence as his ears popped out, the soft black ears complementing his features so well. He knew you loved this side of him. It was rare that he felt completely comfortable to let him free. With you he had no worries. He allowed himself to completely let go.

"O-oh my god" he moaned out as you started to allow your mouth to continue to tease him, your throat clenching around his length as your hands found themselves gripping onto his thighs your newly done manicure leaving marks in the soft flesh. Looking up at him through your lidded eyes he sucked in a sharp breath before gripping a fistful of your hair and pulling you off of him harshly. Before you could argue he'd thrown you over his shoulder and into the bedroom.

Your body landing on the soft bed and your clothes already thrown across the room. you laid there bare against his silk sheets. "Always so beautiful for me aren't you princess" San said complimenting how you looked all laid our for him. "J-Just fuck me already san" you groaned out the roughness from san had driven you crazy. You was ready to beg for him. He stripped himself to nothing, his cock red and leaking.

You moved into postion, your ass on display for him. You both loved this postion. Hed always leave marks of him on you for you to enjoy seeing everytime you had a shower or something.

Gripping your hips he lined himself up with your folds and thrusted in harshly, holding himself still for a moment whilst you fluttered around him getting use to his size.

(reached limit part 2 incoming)

[mchsm07]

TREASURE MEMBER AS KINKS (legal line)

Since i got warning bc of the sexual content to the post i try it again without pictures lol

HYUNSUK

Descipline

Punishment and recompense

Hyunsuk as a dom he wants to you know you that you are his. Like to teach you to do what he says. As a reward, he presents you with so many orgasms that you can already see stars. He asks you what and how you want, he wants to give you everything. But if you act like a brat? Or if you make him jealous? Get ready for spanking that will turn your ass tomato red, then to the cruel stimulation, after which you cry and beg to finally cum. " Oh my babygirl want to cum? well, for that you have to be a good girl and not make me jealous, don't you think?"

JIHOON

Degradation

Verbal and se×ual humiliation

Jihoon is the dom who always likes to express with his words and acts that you are his property. Kindly or obscenely? It depends on his moods and the quality of the se×. Since you are his personal slut he likes to nicknames you like d!rty b!tch while he intensively fu¢king your mouth till you gag and your tears also flow out. " Did you know you fu¢kin slut that you are the most beautiful when my co¢k is fully in your mouth?"

YOSHI

Orgasm denial

Intense stimulation without climax

Yoshi looks like an innocent prince but not everything is what it seems. He controls you in many ways. He takes you so easily to the near the orgasm state but unfortunately he doesnt allow you to cum till he says so. Your legs are shaking, crying whine as he ruin rough your core from behind then pulls himself out immediately then just tease you " Oh the kitten wants to cum? Do you want me to allow it?"

JUNKYU

Blindfold

Give and receive

His excitement peaks when you deprive him of his sight, he is eagerly waiting for your act. His vocal turns into angelic moans as you ride him intensive. To give he likes to tease you, maping your body. Since he has got switch vibe he can be also a light dom so if he resent you for something? He can punish you with this too. "Is that fair if i take your sight while i fu¢k you rough all night because you were a brat, don't you think?"

ASAHI

Sensational play

Ice/feather/ light biting without pain

Seeing your body twitch as he smooths over you with an ice cube or a smooth feather is an experience for him. Also if he receive his silky moans are the most beautiful melody to your ears. After all, it can't end without sensual se×. Thrusting deep into you slowly from behind while he softly kisses your neck all the way to your ears, than he bites smoothly and whisper it. "Keep moaning babe! Let me hear how much you enjoy my co¢k!"

JAEHYUK

Choking

Breath play without pain

Jaehyuk veiny hands is one of the most beautiful thing in the world, but it's even more beautiful when it's squeezing your throat. His favorite when he thrust you so deep and strong from the front during he holds you in place by your throat tightly. Just a little smooth pressure but he so loves to feel your thin skin under his palm so much, especially when he fu¢ks your mouth lying on your back. " Thats it baby, take it all! You're doing damn well."

DOYOUNG

Cunningulus

Pʋssy worship and eating

Since he is the number one pussy eater of the group he knows that you like if he uses his tongue. And he knows that he uses his tongue perfectly. He can pamper you for long minutes or even hours without stopping until your eyes could roll up. Slowly and sensually or powerfully and wildly. Its depend fully on his mood. Your juices taste turn him on as he dips the tip of his tongue into your sloppy hole. "You are so fu¢king delicious princess. Cum for me one more time!"

[pumpkinsy0]

Tips on how to write Curly,Tim, and Angela Shepard??

asking MEEEE how to write the shepards??? im rubbing my hands together evilly i feel so honored to b asked this thank u sm<33

BUT, here r some important characteristics for their characters i think could help for writing em!! ill try to focus on things that r like, skimmed passed??? in fics??idk how to explain it

tim

-tim is a cool and collected guy, at most hes scarily calm!!! he has a good head on his shoulders and hes not ignorant to the problems in his life, and almost nothing gets past him, he knows whats wrong w his family and is very observant of it, unlike angela and curly. when it comes to tim, make sure things like his inner monologue and his movements is pretty composed and self controlled. when he thinks, he doesnt think half way, hes an analyzer and he dissects the world around him and tries seeing it for what it truly is, he doesnt let his emotions control him.

-he will always, ALWAYS, have his guard up!! even if its w small things like glancing around, always having back up plans, asking questions about before he even hangs out w em, etc etc, he can never be too sure, and he LIKES being informed, it bothers him so much if hes not, so hes always looking out. on top of that, on a regular ass day, i dont think hes OBVIOUSLY protective of angela and curly, he knows how they get when they feel cornered so he kinda???lets them do whatever???? tim being protective comes off as someone whos more annoyed than anything, other than someone who loves their family

for example he says things like: “i already said no, stop asking”, “didnt i tell u to bring ur blade with u”, things like that!!

-and finally, i think the only way u could actually get tim to b emotional, is if something happened to angela or curly. theyre literally his life lines, if it wasnt for them, he wouldve booked it half way across the country already. tim would be way more hostile and aggressive, its like hes coming apart, but thats rlly only when hes alone, out in public hes still pretty stoic but still agitated a bit more easily. everything he does at the end of the day is for them and while it may not seem like it, hes always thinking of them.

ps: hes quite honestly a lone wolf, he doesnt rlly have friends, ppl he hangs out w, ofc but friends??? eh, hes perfectly fine w being left alone w his own life, but thrives off of being around ppl bc he can use them to his advantage to further himself, but i dont say that in a “mwahahahah hes so manipulative and stone cold hearted😈” way

basically: for writing tim, make sure hes always coming off as a leader, hes always gonna have leadership qualities in whatever he does, so even the small things he does is important, it doesnt matter hiw small u think it is, if u feel like it shows his character, just add it in there. tim does have his limits, and its always gonna b curly and angela. kinda like darry, how he shows how he cares is just different and not understood, however for tim its to a higher degree.

NOW FOR CURLY☝🏽☝🏽

-im not gonna sit here n say that hes book smart, bc generally speaking, hes not, and this may b a bit controversial, but i dont think hes 100% street smart either!!! BUT hes not completely DUMB. while yes, hes not particularly smart in one aspect, hes not CLUELESS, he can grasp complex things and knows what to do, just not everything. ppl undermine him and overplay his stupidity so theyre surprised when he shows that he can b smart, and thats if they DO even realize that, its small when he shows hes smart, but he can have his moments, pls dont write curly as completely incompetent</333

for example: maybe tims trying to come up w a plan and bc curly knows the schedule of these ppl, hes actually a big help, but ppl just dont pay attention to how important that part of the plan was so they dont realize it, maybe ponys ranting to curly about something, and curly got pony to see another side of it he never rlly thought of before, but bc of how he said it, it doesnt “come off as intelligent” but it rlly is!!! i hope this made sense😭

-part of the reason of why he acts out is bc he looks up to tim, but hes not seen as smart like tim OR angela is, hes constantly compared to them both and while he loves being a shepard and loves his siblings, he wants to b seen as his own person and make something of himself!!! this however, can get him into trouble bc hes desperate to prove himself, to who??? to himself, to tim, and to a degree everyone else. im not gonna say curlys “all bark, no bite” bc he isnt, but he can definitely talk more than what he can rlly deliver and that gets him into shit as well and also thats what causes ppl to play up his stupidity. curly is pretty misunderstood and pushed to the side!!!

-i would say that curly being around others is important to write bc i feel like thats when he truly flourishes as a character. hes way more energized and pumped up, so when u write about curly around friends or whoever hes close to, make sure hes more relaxed, boisterous, and adventurous. however, when hes upset, id say hes sorta like tim, his eyes r the same, bit more analytical, and he uses the ppl around him. becomes less of a friend, more like a leader, hes not all buddy buddy, and if they try to joke around w him while hes mad, he pushes them away, tells them to shut up, its like a complete 180.

-if u wanna write about curly going through something, i feel like its important to realize that hes in denial about the problems in his life, not ignorant about it, its pretty in his face, its not like he cant say its not there, but hes just like “yea its bad, but its not THAT bad, i could push through it”, i think thats his way of coping w everything around him, but when hes pushed far enough and forced to come to terms w it, he does some irrational things to cope and turns to drinking

and last but definitely not least, my main girl angela

-she NEEDS to b around ppl, she THRIVES off of the attention of others and if she doesnt get it, shes on edge, she rlly doesnt like being left alone w her thoughts and needs something to distract her. and just like how curly and her r tims life lines, same could b said for curly and tim w angela. she needs her brothers as her support, and if they arent there, she tries to find it in other people, even if its only for a few weeks. bc of this, when it comes to this part of her character, in writing, id say that if u rlly want to make angela go through it, but for her problem to b solved, she goes to either tim or curly, BUT if u want to show that shes really desperate to b heard out, and she feels trapped in a corner, she tries to find comfort in someone else, usually through a romantic relationship. id say that it perfectly shows that for angela, her family means everything to her and she goes to them, BECAUSE she knows they have her back, but when she goes to try and find comfort in other ppl, it doesnt rlly work out or doesnt change, so shes just reminded that “at the end of the day, all u have us ur family and nobody else, ever”, which is a huge thing in her mind as thats just how shes grown up

•now, im sure we all see the shepards as poc, and considering this is the 60s (or 70s or whatever time period it rlly doesnt even matter, poc have never rlly been respected), i think to a degree, angela is sexualized, but its also a way she protects herself. i dont think angela is respected and thats for a multitude of reasons, its bc shes a woman, shes a shepard, and shes a poc, cards r pretty stacked against her. BUT, shes not clueless☝🏽, tim taught her from a young age about the world around her, bc he NEEDED to, its to SAVE her from getting taken advantage of. so to protect herself, she uses the things stacked against her, against em, she knows how hard it is to fight it, so why fight it when u can use it to help u is the way she sees it. and her being sexualized is just one of those things. angela in town is seen as “the forbidden fruit” ig u could say and she knows about it, so she uses the way how ppl see her as an object to use them as her puppet. they dont think shes aware so they dont rlly suspect much from her, hell, they dont even think she can fight, and theyre wrong w that. they just see her as an “easy” girl and if thats what they think, so be it, she’ll fuck w em one day, thats just her survival tactic and how she can survive. as far as this one goes, id say that its important to understand how the ppl around her interact w/see her, as that can help u understand what her next course of action will b, she NEEDS people in order to further herself, shes like tim in that aspect. however it will also somewhat impact how she sees herself, at the end of the day, shes still vulnerable but she doesnt let on, shes spent such a long time trying to cultivate how she wants ppl to see her and she doesnt want that ruined, she’ll do anything to keep that intact, ESPECIALLY lying. so if u want to write her coming loose emotionally, dont add small hints of it when shes in front of other ppl, MAYBE only when shes in front of tim or curly u can do that, if u wanted. in front of other ppl, she hardens up and comes off a little more smarter than she lets off, so she CAN b scary, and thats when ppl remember that shes a shepard. shes too grown for her own good but she just wants control in her life.

-speaking of her life, like curly, shes in denial about the things in her life, but its more so about how they impact HER. she knows their life is completely fucked, she knows how bad it is, but she just says it just doesnt hurt her as much, and to a degree, shes right, but then again, some days r harder for her than others, so while yes, shes vulnerable, this doesnt mean that she cant handle what tim and curly go through, shes not fragile, and i think thats important to remember, shes tough!!!she has to b, she will bite back if she has to. dont JUST write her in high school dramas, she has to deal w some of the gang issues curly goes through, while not AS much, its still there

-ANNDDDD FINALLLYYY, when it comes to angela, while yes, she is analytical, but she can let emotions drive her sometimes, and thats potentially her downfall, shes a pretty impatient person, so when she wants results, she wants it FAST, and it agitates her deeply if things dont go her way, some leadership qualities from tim rubbed off on her, she acts more like tim while curly looks more like him. when it comes to her inner dialogue, u should have a comfortable mix of her being observant and her having a bitttt confident and self assured, let her b a lil cocky!!!

i hope this helped u at least a little bit<3333