#it’s so very annoying that people are lying about this genuinely he’s done and said so much shit you don’t have to straight up lie

[d0youc0py]

Hi 👋🏻 May I request a piece for Simon reacting to reader's scars which are pretty bad ? (could be from abuse,or from torture from being captured or self inflicted) scars he never saw before cause reader always hit them, and maybe Simon opens up about his as well as a way to comfort them?

Sorry if you are not comfortable with this... Have a great day!

“Ow…ow….ow…ow.”

“Toughen up.” Ghost growled.

“My arm doesn’t bend that way Lieu.” You yelped.

“That’s the point.” He snipped. “Showin’ you how to break someone’s arm.” For emphasis he bent your arm back a little more a loud pop ringing through the training room. It didn’t hurt but you instinctively said ‘ow’ causing another annoyed sigh to leave the bulky man. “Now you try on me.” He demanded flopping down on his stomach. You went to grab his arm and he quickly snatched it away. You tried again. He pulled away from you.

“What are you doing?”

“You didn’t think I was gonna make it easy, did ya?”

“I had my hopes up.” You groaned out. You tried again- this time putting in twice the effort. He grabbed you by the front of your shirt and flipped you down on the mat. The little action causing your shirt to ride up- revealing the one thing you tried your hardest to hide. You had scars almost everywhere, but the really nasty ones were on your stomach. His balaclava did nothing to hide his widened eyes. You pulled away and he quickly let go. “I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“For what?” Ghost asked quickly.

“You had to see those.” Your cheeks were bright red. You had a feeling this was something that was going to make you cry whenever you woke up at two in the morning and thought about.

“I didn’t see anything.” He lied. He could tell you were uncomfortable and didn’t want to add on to it.

He thought less of you. You just knew it. He didn’t even need to know how you got them- he thought you were weak.

“I didn’t take you for the lying type Lieu.” You mumbled. You scooted your knees close to your chest.

“I’m not.” He sighed. He sat down across from you, stretching his legs out so you were between them. He knows he doesn’t show it well but he’s always had a soft spot for you. He couldn’t help it. Something about you made him feel nice. Seeing your scars were just icing on the cake. He could relate to wanting to cover up the ‘bad’ bits of yourself. Although to him your only bad bits were your constant complaining during sparring- and during missions- and when it’s hot out- and when it’s too cold- and when you’re hungry- and when you didn’t sleep good- and- well you get the idea. All of this led up to what he was about to do now.

He took a deep breath causing you to look up at him. He gripped the edges of his balaclava slowly pulling it away from his face.

Of course he was gorgeous.

He wasn’t perfect.

But my god is he gorgeous.

You suddenly realized why he had done it. A deep scar starting at his cheekbone going all the way down to his jaw. Another one going over his eye. You had noticed one of his eyes seemed to open more than the other, but you didn’t see the scar till now. You reached your hand out and he didn’t pull away. Your pointer finger traced gently over his cheek. You waited for him to smack your hand away, but instead he closed his eyes letting you take your time.

You wondered how many people had the honor of doing this. The way his face heated up made you think very few- if any. Once you were done you rested your hand back in your lap. He opened his eyes.

“You saw my scars?” He asked.

You nodded your head.

“Do you think I’m ugly?” He questioned. Cocky bastard. He knew you wouldn’t say no.

“If this is your way of asking me if I like you Lieu, you’re going about it all wrong.”

He laughed. A rare, but genuinely lovely sound to hear.

“No, I don’t think you’re ugly.” You affirmed. He nodded his head, almost like he was agreeing with you.

“Scars don’t make you ugly, kid. A shit personality does.”

“Are you saying I have a bad personality?” You gasped.

“Fucking Hell, we’re gonna be here all night.” Simon groaned, wiping a hand across his forehead. “I think you know what I mean.” He pressed. You smiled at him.

“You’re not the only one who digs for complements Lieu.” You snickered. He smiled and you had to stop yourself from poking the dimple in his right cheek.

“Lieu?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Thank you for your request! I decide to leave the story behind the scars out to make it more applicable. Hope that’s okay!

[luvyeni]

just saw the thing you wrote for hook up!felix and that gave me an idea

could you write smth where lix and the reader are basically together (not officially but they only fuck with each other and everyone knows) and one night at a party, after they had a little fight, the reader is messing around flirting w other guys in front of felix so obviously he gets full of it and takes her somewhere else and they fight about it but with a very sexual tension in the air so things get veeery smutty and rough

i would appreciate it sm! love your work <3

NOT TOGETHER (YOU'RE MINE) ; LEE FELIX

pairings. hookup!felix x fem!reader

wc. 0.7k

warnings. fingering, ass slapping, doggystyle, unprotected sex, marking,

i hope you like it !

after a fight with felix before a party, you decide to piss him off with

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"i told you not to worry about her , we aren't hooking up , i told you." you both walked up the steps of the party chan was throwing. "oh really ? why the fuck is she telling people that then felix im not stupid." you scoffed. "she's lying , besides why are you so jealous , we aren't together." he knocked on the door, you genuinely thought he was joking , since he was the one who lead you to believe you were.

"are you serious?" he was about to say something , when the door opened. "how's my favorite couple!" chan didn't notice the tension. "got it." you said , walking into the house. "what's going on with you guys?" he turned to felix. "nothing hyung, you know how she is , she's your sister." he made his way into the house.

he tried to follow after you , but you had already grabbed a drink , making your way out of the kitchen , walking past him. "are you serious?" he sighed , but you showed him no attention , going to dance with some friends.

you were dancing when someone came up behind you. "you look good." you turned recognizing the voice. "hi yeonjun , how are you?" you smiled. "i'm good , im good." his eyes were traveling down your figure , biting his lip. "why haven't you called me in a while?" he said. "busy." yeah busy with felix. "are you to busy to dance with me?" he asked ,you turned back to felix who was watching the scene play out in front of him. "no im not." you turned back to him.

felix was seeing red , biting the inside of his cheek , watching you dance too close to yeonjun. you two were whispering stuff in each other ear , laughing , and yeonjun's hands was dangerously close to your ass. "what's going on with you two?" han stood next to felix. "nothing." he cluthed his glass tightly , "nothing at all." he left the boy standing there , making his way over to you.

"＿ , can i speak to you." he stood right in front of you. "i'll go get you another drink." yeonjun walked away , and felix grabbed your hand , pulling you away. "felix ! let me go." you shrieked , but he annoyed you , dragging you up the stairs to the bathroom , closing the door behind you.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" he said. "what do you mean?" he rolled his eyes , you were playing stupid. "don't play dumb , letting him touch you like that knowing- knowing what?" you stopped him. "that we're together? you made that clear we aren't so why are you so upset." you said , he huffed.

"exactly , so im gonna go back and dance." you went to reach for the door , but he spoke up. "you're acting like a bitch." you stopped turning around, your hand going straight across his face. "fuck you." you opened the door , but he slammed it , caging you in between him and the door. "you're not leaving out so stop it." you turned to face him ,you opened your mouth to say something , but his head came up to your throat.

"you done , you done actually like a brat?" you squirmed , but he grabbed your hip , stopping you from moving. "let me go." he squeezed tighter , you whimpered , he noticed , smirking. "is that what's wrong , you just need to be fucked." you scoffed. "that's you." your hand travelled to his pants , squeezing his cock. "how about you go fuck that girl , and let me get back to yeonjun." he had enough , smashing his lips into yours , pulling away , making his way to your neck.

"you're mine , i guess you haven't fully gotten that." he bit down , making you moan. "fu..fuck felix." he sucked a bunch of marks on your neck. his hand came up to your boob , squeezing it , before his hand , slipped into your pants , cupping your heat. "look at you , all fucking wet." he pushed your panties to the side , rubbing your clit. "fe..felix , please." you whined. "please touch me." he pushed two fingers into your hole.

"look at you clenching around me , you sure you want to go back out with yeonjun?" you shook your head , your head was against the door , as he fucked into your cunt. "clenching around my fingers like a slut , you're gonna cum?" you nodded frantically. "p..please let me cum." he pulled his fingers out , you whimpered at the loss. "no , please ,please." he smirked watching you beg.

"you're not cumming unless it's on my cock." he turned your body around , pushing you against the sink , pulling your pants down to your ankle , snacking your ass. "felix!" you yelped. "be quiet, im gonna fuck you." he slapped your ass again , unbuckling his pants , pushing his pants down , along with his underwear.

he pulled his cock out , slapping it against your ass. "i want to hear you scream." he lined his cock up with your aching hole. "want them to hear." he pushed into you , your mouth opening in a oh shape , as he seethed himself all the way inside you. "so fucking tight." he pulled out of you , slamming back in. "fe..felix , so so full."

he pushed your head down , as he fucked into you. "that's it -shit- take my cock , only i can fuck you like this , you think yeonjun or anyone else can fuck you like i can , make you cum the way i do." he grabbed your hair , pulling you against him. "fucking answer me!" he tugged at your hair. "no..no one can." you moaned out as he let you hair go , the only thing keeping your upperbody up was the sink as he roughly fucked into you.

"that's right , no one can -fuck- this pussy is mine , you understand?" you nodded , "sh..shit felix , im gonna cum!" you screamed. "shit- me too , hold it." he fucked into you faster , slapping your ass as he chased his high. "oh my god ! fe..felix i can't, i can't hold it." he reached down in front of you rubbing circles on your clit.

"shit, im gonna cum too, gonna let me cum inside you, keep in for the whole party." you were on the edge. "yes..please let me cum." tears running down your eyes. "shit , im cumming , go ahead and cum princess." your legs shook , as you came , clenching around him hard. "fuck!" he thrusted into your almost limp body , filling you up with his cum. "fuck take it." he stilled himself inside you , leaning down to kiss your shoulders , leaving a little mark there. "fuck , you felt so good." he pulled out of you , moving your panties back in place. "don't waste it." he said.

you guys got dressed against , but he didn't let you go , instead he pulled you into another makeout session , pulling away for air , his forehead pressed against yours.

"you're mines."

©️LUVYENI

[joesalw]

Ok I'm sorry but this is gonna be a long rant.

I am an ex swiftie (also a minor) and I joined the fandom back in 2022 after midnights released. Before that I had heard a few songs but I barely knew anything about Taylor before 2020 and I did not know about the Kimye stuff or anything.

When the bejeweled music video was released I did not realize the easter eggs so thus I thought that I need to become parasocial and I NEED to know everything that taylor has done every minute of the day (referencing Do you really wanna know where I was April 29?)

I went deeper into the hole. I started getting obsessed with Taylor. I clicked on every video , post and podcast mentioning her. I genuinely became a parasocial fan. I only heard her songs and barely cared about other artists. I hated on her exes (Jake Gyllenhaal and John Mayer especially) because I believed that they had hurt Taylor to no extent. I still don't like them/am neutral but I don't hate them anymore. In march I joined tumblr because I heard Taylor was on here and I have no other social media to support her from so I came here to give her my support.

In April , the breakup happened. I was genuinely devastated. Joe was and is an amazing person. I was shocked to see her move on so quickly and date m*tty he*ly . I was even as a child shocked as to how someone can move on so fast. But also move on to someone so problematic after calling herself an activist? Idk what was wrong with her. But IG as long as she is happy.

She broke up with him. We all rejoiced. Speak now TV was also announced! Yay!

I remember so well on 7th July I was in school and I was so fucking excited about it coming so soon I couldn't sit still. I was counting down minutes until it's release even tho I did not have any devices to listen to it on. My friends were so happy to see me happy and excited af.

I went home and heard speak now tv. Amazing experience for me at that time.

I became the person who said shit like : I hate everyone but Taylor and Taylor is a gift to this Earth and etc etc.

But the amount of joe hate and joeover and joebless jokes annoyed me. Why were we hating a person who was in her life at her worst moments? Taylor would never condone or allow this.

But boy was I wrong.

Most of the hate against joe was my #Strike 1 for leaving the fandom.

Then came along Traylor. I was like oh ok as long as she is happy :))

Then she started associating with the nfl people. Br*ttany M*homes and Abuser bitch.

When I heard of this I was like wtf Taylor???

Weren't you the one who was going off about being on the right side of the history and believing victims?

I was like it's fine maybe she doesn't know or maybe she will stop once she knows.

She didn't

Then she won person of the year. I was already very unhappy with Taylor at that time. But I still was like Yay! Congrats! But maybe you shouldn't be the one to win it?

Then the doxxing by a swiftie happened. It was #strike 3

I left the fandom. I still had hope she would change.

Now after seeing her jets emissions (I'm a huge Environmentalist and a feminist so this shit bothered the living helm out of me) and her continuously hanging out with brittany piece of shit and all the joe hate going on, I am beginning to despise her.

I had initally blocked hate pages like yours but Now I open your posts everyday and check them because I relate to them sm.

I went from a person defending every action of Taylor's, being the only one in my entire theatre who knew the lyrics to all the songs of the eras tour movie , having Taylor as my top artist of the year with more than 60 percent of the songs being hers to despising her so much for being fake and stuck up.

I remember after I left the fandom and not many people knew about it , A classmate said something against Taylor and her songs directly to me daring me to oppose it and I genuinely wanted to cry because I thought that I would now always be associated with this fandom.

The ex swiftie in me genuinely wants 2016 to happen again so Taylor will be removed from the pedestal she is put on by so many. She needs to be saved from herself and her parasocial fans.

And I used to say I would love Taylor forever but I suppose forever really is the sweetest con.

TLDR :- I USED TO BE A PARASOCIAL SWIFTIE WHO USED TO LIVE AND BREATHE TAYLOR BUT NOW I'M SLOWLY STARTING TO DESPISE HER.

Sorry this was so long I had to get it off my chest.

Thanks for reading it!

ex swifties are my favourite people in this planet rn

[icallhimjoey]

To Have And To Scold

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friends are getting married, and who else can they ask to be their best man and maid of honour but you and Joe? It's just that... you don't really get along all that well, do you? At least, that's what you think.

CW / disclaimer: sort of enemies to sort of lovers (very vague, im sorry, but you'll see), slow burn, language, drinking, rpf, fem!reader

Author’s note: here's part 4, i hope it brings you at least some answers! (if not, i know part 5 definitely will!) (and also remember there'll be 5 more parts after that!)

Wordcount: 2.8K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

It wasn't insanely cold at all, but it felt nice to hug your coat tighter to your body, arms folded over and shoulders hunched up, as you made your way down the street.

You weren't crying, but knew you would the second you'd get home. Kind of wanted to now, not that you knew exactly why, but you'd definitely watch something sad if the tears wouldn't come on their own accord.

Maybe the thought of Joe fucking hating you would be enough. Because that kind of was it, wasn't it? Joe only was mildly friendly sometimes because you were friends with his best friend's fiancé. That was it. No other reason. Just had to be nice because you and Mark were a weird package-deal he now had to deal with just because he was friends with Poppy.

Well... tough.

Jesus, you were all over the place. Thoughts going from, why does he hate me? to, so what if he does?

Just as you turned a corner, you heard someone run up behind you. There were people about all over, so footsteps nearing didn't necessarily mean they had anything to do with you. But then before you knew it, someone fell into step next to you.

Joe.

Stubborn as you were, you just kept walking and didn't acknowledge him. Didn't say anything, and then, in some sort of weird power play, neither did he.

Silence.

Arms crossed. Shoulders high. Eyes down at your feet. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right.

With every step it became more and more annoying that he was just... there. That he followed you. That he was now walking with you, and that he wasn't fucking saying anything.

Not that you wanted to talk.

You kind of wanted him to leave.

But you could rise above it. Try to be the bigger person. Keyword being try.

You came up to an intersection and you knew that Joe needed to take a left to make it to his place. Instead, Joe took a right and kept up the pace next to you.

"What are you doing?" you refused to look at him still.

"Walking you home,"

It made you grunt under your breath a little, so annoyed by the fact that Joe followed the code of chivalry just so he could tell Mark and Poppy that he'd done the right thing. This wasn't a genuine thing. Joe didn't care about your safety more than he did his own standing with his friends.

"You don't need to, I'm fine on my own, thanks," and you sped up, but Joe followed suit and you secretly debated stopping all together to see if he would too.

"I know you will be," Joe said, voice sort of flat, void of any emotion towards you at all. "But you do understand that Mark would skin me alive if I didn't at least make sure you got home all right,"

How the fuck did him admitting to walking you home for his own sake rather than yours make him suddenly feel more sincere?

It's because honesty was still honesty, even if you didn't like the truth. It softened you a little despite everything, just, a little flicker of, at least you're not lying to me.

But you buried your kinder feelings quickly, shook them off and forced your thoughts elsewhere. There were enough other people about, enough hustle and bustle happening all around you for you to divide attention. There was plenty to look at, plenty to listen to and plenty to think of.

Walking beside Joe without sharing any words only really became weird when the streets became quieter and emptier as you got closer to your flat.

It was silent for a while, just the sound of your in-sync footsteps following you. You realised you were growing more and more annoyed at the sight of your old jeans and ratty trainers next to Joe's pressed trousers and shiny loafers.

So pretentious, you thought.

It's just his style, you thought immediately after, berating yourself for thinking mean shit all the time. Just because Joe didn't like you - potentially hated you - didn't mean you had to think mean shit of him in return. You could be the adult here. The grown-up who was above all of this dumb teenage behaviour.

"I'm sorry," Joe suddenly said, "I shouldn't have said–"

"That's okay," you lied, not needing his apology.

Joe accepted your interruption, and another silence took over.

Rise above, you thought to yourself. Rise above all of it.

When you had to wait at a crossing, you suddenly sighed, loudly.

"I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have snapped the way–"

"That's okay," Joe said, copying your earlier interjection and you were scared to look up at him in case he was smiling.

You weren't going to accept it quite as easily though.

"It's just," you inhaled a sharp breath, "I don't know, I made a shitty comment and I regret it and I'm sure you've heard it a million times before, because I have too, and," you winced in true regret.

"What do you mean?"

Cool. Joe was going to make you repeat yourself. Rub salt into that wound. Sure. Why the fuck not?

"Do people not constantly ask you if you're dating Poppy?"

"Only everyone," Joe said, and you could hear his smile as he said it. You still refused to look. "Especially, my mum," Joe then added, and you couldn't help the burst of laughter that escaped you.

You quickly reeled it all back in though. Cleared your throat. Kept your smile to yourself, and your eyes down where they had been for most of your walk.

You assumed Joe would elaborate, but it stayed quiet next to you.

Awkward and familiarly distant, exactly like you knew Joe to be.

Suddenly, Joe jogged a few steps ahead as you walked past a pub, and you saw him reach for the door - not to the pub, but to the place next to the pub. You slowed to a halt.

"Gelato?"

Joe couldn't just say ice cream like a normal person, could he?

"My treat," Joe waited patiently, the door to the ice cream place held open by one hand, whilst the other resided in one of his pockets. It was past 10 by now, but there were still people inside getting their sugary fix of Italian desert and you were about to say no, until you stomach growled.

You'd barely had any food tonight, and even though it wasn't exactly the type of weather to indulge in a cold treat, you actually really craved something sweet. Looking at all the bright colours of frozen goodness behind the glass only confirmed that for you.

You gave an exaggerated sigh, playing now, and said "Fine," through an eye roll. As if saying yes to ice cream was a favour you were doing Joe, and not the solution you needed to sober up a little.

The smallest of smiles appeared on Joe's face, head tipping down as you walked past him, stepping inside, before he followed you.

Five minutes later, you were sat at a small table, both with little tubs of beautiful ice cream and little plastic colourful spoons, shoveling straciatella and pistachio goodness into your gobs.

You were practically groaning over how good it was.

"How's yours?" you asked when Joe didn't seem half as into it as you were.

Ever silent, ever cumbersome.

"Oh, s'good," he said before he went in for another bite, and you had to really resist the urge to reach over and go for a spoonful from his portion.

It was like Joe read your mind, because, before you had even really finished your thought, he nonchalantly slid his tub of ice cream across the table.

You just looked at it for a moment as he still held it in his hands, and then tapped it against the surface, signaling for you to dig in.

Interesting.

You took a small spoonful, and Joe was right. That was good. Yours was better though.

Were you the type of people to share ice cream together?

No. Far from it, actually.

But did you?

"Mine's better,"

Yes, you did.

You copied Joe, sliding your tub over to his side of the table for him to have a taste of yours.

Joe took a far larger glob of ice cream from you than you'd taken from him, but you didn't say anything. He'd paid, and you had just claimed that yours was better, so you let it slide.

Joe narrowed his eyes up at the ceiling and worked the taste of your choice of ice cream into his mouth before swallowing and concluding, "Yea, that's good too."

Not agreeing, not disagreeing, but a secret third nonthreatening thing: light diplomacy. It kind of made you chuckle at how safe Joe was being. Earlier you'd been full force trying to ruffle each other's feathers all over. Now, it was careful words, and silence.

You decided to take advantage.

"I feel bad,"

Joe's eyes shot up to look at you.

"I shouldn't have said anything about the picture of you and Poppy," and you kind of meant it.

"I don't know why I brought it up. It was stupid, you can do whatever you want in your own house, it's - it's not fair of me to assume anything, and,"

Joe was about to say something, so you upped your volume to make sure he'd let you finish.

"And, I want to say sorry, I can be... I don't know, vengeful and unforgiving if I don't use my brain, so, I'm sorry. Forget I said anything about it."

Joe listened, and then looked at his last few bites of ice cream before he chuckled.

Laughed.

For a moment you thought he was laughing at you, and you could feel your defenses itch. You were absolutely ready to fall right back into snarky comments and glares.

But then Joe squeezed his eyes shut, scrunched up his nose and said,

"It's unbelievable how much you and Poppy are alike,"

You eyed him somewhat suspiciously.

"Honestly, it's remarkable. Might as well be the same person."

You'd heard Mark say this time and time again, but you were curious what similarities Joe could see. He barely knew you, after all.

"Alike how?"

"Well, for starters," Joe made big eyes and inhaled a deep breath. "Vengeful and unforgiving? Tick," Joe said as he pretended to tick an item off an imaginary list. "Apologising for it? Tick,"

You huffed a laugh, and saw Joe smile too.

"No, I'm joking," Joe continued, "But sometimes she... tonight Poppy got drunk just because she..." Joe paused, and you thought you could sense a little hesitation. "She forgot to use her brain and got a little vengeful and a little unforgiving," Joe finished, keeping things vague and unclear.

"Was it about Mark?" you pried.

Joe just smiled at you.

"She worries too much,"

You mimicked ticking that off whatever imaginary list Joe'd been writing on, because you fucking worried about everything all of the time. Joe huffed a laugh at it, and another short silence fell where you finished your ice cream and then watched Joe finish his.

"I know Poppy gets jealous sometimes," you confessed. "It's truly unnecessary, because I would never, ever. Never. With Mark, I mean," and you visibly shuddered at the thought. "Absolutely not," you weren't sure if you needed Joe to know, or if you hoped that he'd tell Poppy that you said that.

"It's not that," Joe said, which kind of threw you for a loop. "That's not what she worries about,"

And like you weren't in the middle of a somewhat civilized conversation, especially considering it was the two of you doing the talking, Joe collected your empty tubs and spoons and got up, ready to leave. He dumped the rubbish into a bin near the front, and then kindly held open the door for you again as you headed out.

Outside, you carried on the walk over to your flat, but this time, it was a lot more leisurely than before. Slower steps. Hands in your pockets instead of crossed over your chest. Shoulders relaxed. The air not quite as... hostile as before.

You looked at Joe and wondered if you were going to have to ask him what he meant earlier. You could practically see him think. Go over what to reveal to you, and what not to. For Poppy's privacy, you were sure.

Giving him a minute seemed to do the trick, because suddenly, he spoke.

"She worries that you know Mark better than she does... that you mean more to him than she ever will,"

Silly, you thought. Didn't say it.

"She's always like, am I still only second best to him?"

"Oh my God," you didn't want to sound like you thought that was the dumbest thing you'd ever heard, but that just slipped right out.

"No, I know," Joe smiled, immediately agreeing. "Trust me, I know,"

"Second best?" you repeated. "Does she really think that?"

Joe just sort of nodded.

"But we're not... we're not even in the same rankings. I might top the scales when it comes to all of his friends, but, Poppy is... she should hear how he can go on about her. It get's a little gross, sometimes. She really doesn't need to worry,"

Was this why Poppy had so intensely told you that you were important to her at the bar? Had Poppy and Joe talked, and had she shared all of her vengeful and unforgiving thoughts before using her brain and apologising? Was telling you she loved you with your face squished in her hands her way of apologising to you?

"Can you tell her for me? I'll do it myself too, but I imagine it'll stick more when you tell her,"

You rounded the corner into your street.

"I will. It's not... it's not always like that, though," Joe said.

"Oh, no, of course," you got it.

Everyone had their moments, didn't they?

"But can you blame her?" Joe suddenly said, and you turned your head to look at him. Joe had his eyes aimed at the pavement.

"What are you implying?" you asked cautiously.

"Well," Joe started, and if you weren't mistaken, you could see his jaw clench a little. Was that annoyance?

Was Joe annoyed with you?

For fucking what?

You'd been right before. There was definitely some sort of real hatred within Joe that was all specifically curated for you.

Great. Just, so great.

You immediately grew defensive, felt it bubble up in your gut, but tried to keep it there until you knew for sure it was needed.

"Mark's very protective," Joe said pointedly, immediately making you frown.

You wanted to argue, and tried to think of things to prove him wrong, but your mind faltered and words got stuck in your throat. All you could come up with were memories of your earlier teens where Mark's protectiveness was exactly what had made you become friends.

"Guess so," you mumbled quietly, sort of deflated, not really wanting to get into it.

Besides, you'd reached your flat, so rounding of your conversation was smarter than delving into a whole other conversation you would then need to have by your front door. Oh man, even just thinking of rounding off a stuttery conversation with awkward goodbyes made you cringe.

"But you're right," Joe said loudly as you pulled your keys from your pocket.

"The framed photo is a little weird, given that I cropped the two of you out,"

You stilled entirely and just looked at him. Looked to see if you could find a hint of humour. Anything to indicate he wasn't being serious. You came up blank.

"I'll see about replacing it,"

You just sort of blinked at him.

He didn't need to actually go and replace it, what the fuck.

You were a loss for words, completely unable to think of the right words to say, so you just stood there and said nothing until it became weird.

"Good night," Joe then said with a small smile as he nodded his head down at you before turning on his heel and walking back the way you'd come. A few steps out he looked over his shoulder, lips pressed into a tight smile and he waved.

Motherfucker waved at you with wiggling fingers and a kind face and Jesus fucking Christ.

It was dead silent in your street, and you really had to force yourself not to watch Joe walk away, not to listen to Joe walk away, until he was out completely out of sight.

Inside, you pulled your phone out and opened your text thread with Mark. You had one really important question to ask him, and it couldn't wait 'til morning.

"hey, quick q, why the fuck don't Joe and I get plus ones to your wedding?"

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[avatarmerida]

New brain rot? No, just Huntlow in a different font. It’s a Willina (?) HC/ if I wrote a fic this would be it but also I dunno if I will get so here are some crumbs under the cut if you care:

William gives me the vibes of like he is a grimwalker that Belos made but he’s the only one he’s gotten right so he has to “preserve” him until he’s needed because making a grimwalker is hard let alone a sustainable one. So that’s why he’s doing the classic sleeping thing and in his mind he’s under a curse which is why he can’t like remember a lot about his past or who he is and that’s where his arc stems from like he believes stopping by wild magic will restore his memories or something.

Also I feel like a fun little twist since this version of Hunter is very Disney-esque and I think he’d still be made of palistrom trees if they did like a Pinocchio type thing where he can’t lie (or at least can’t lie to Belos) without it causing him pain or like branches grow from him and he just chalks it up to the curse not to the clone thing. I also picture him like that frog from the Swan Princess movie where he’s convinced a kiss from a princess will save him but since he’s been asleep for who knows how long there are no royalty left.

And then okay also his is instantly charmed by Paulina. Like he just thinks she is so cute right away and she’s the only person who isn’t annoyed with his speeches of his backstory and mission and is genuinely nice to him. And they meet sooner in this version and Paulina takes longer than Willow to migrate to the plant track and maybe practices in secret and confides this to William in exchange for his secret about the lying thing. And she’s like “That’s awful, I wish I could help you.” And he’s like “I appreciate it, but only a princess can.”

And I fully subscribe to the HC that he calls her princess as a nickname and so she says “I’d like the try anyway.” And she’s not great at magic but she tries anyway and there’s a montage of them trying different spells and potions and stuff and then either they discover or William finally mentions that a kiss from a princess is how the spell was broken (according to the stories which are not factual but we’re brought over by Belos to like help manipulate people somehow) and Paulina plant girl is like “OMT there is a flower called Princess kiss and it’s rare but maybe that’s it.” And they go on a little quest where they get to know each other better and they find the flower and all it does is make him sneeze a bunch. It’s clear the books mean a literal kiss.

So William is so grateful but poor Paulina is like “If only I was a real princess, and not just a half a witch then I’d actually be able to help you.” And William blushes as he little brain process the fact that she basically said she would kiss him if it would help him and he’s like “Well, it couldn’t hurt to try.” And then they get very close to kissing before being interrupted (of course).

And then later on, William is like on to Belos and done with him and goes to tell everyone but Belos doesn’t wanna destroy him because he worked hard to make him so he turns him into a frog while he makes up another sleeping potion to try again later. And frog William tries to warn everyone but he is not a talking frog so he can’t communicate with them but he brings Paulina the princess kiss flowers and starts sneezing and Luz is like “I didn’t know frogs could sneeze?” (And idk if they do let’s pretend they don’t, Amphibia fans don’t come for me) and Paulina is like that’s weird and she puts two and two together and realizes it him and while they’re trying to figure out how to reverse it, she’s holding him tightly and assures him it’s gonna be okay and gives him a gentle kiss atop his head and he transforms back.

He’s so overjoyed and he picks her up and spins her around and he’s like “I told you being a princess was about more than a shiny crown.” Or something which is a callback to a conversation they had before. It doesn’t cure the grimwalker thing because that’s not a curse it’s what he is but then every time something goes wrong he’s like “Paulina can just kiss me and it’ll be okay.” And everyone is like “Dude you cannot just think you’re invincible because her kiss undid one super outdated curse.” And he’s like “Well it can’t hurt to try.” (It still can, btw) And Paulina is just a blushing smitten mess about how her scrawny little prince truly thinks there is nothing she can’t do.

Idk I feel like it would be a longer fix to explain all the differences but it’s an AU that I would get messy with and a little confused but that’s the vibe I got from th like 10 second clip.

[annoyingblondebracket]

Round 2 | Poll 2

~ Note: This poll is being done out of a genuine love and affection for these types of characters! Please keep that in mind when adding commentary.

Propaganda under the cut!

Chloe:

~ She’s a main antagonist in a children’s TV show, so of course she’s annoying. She’s the MC’s rival, and she behaves like a basic, rich teenager. She could’ve be a quite interesting character, sadly the writers didn’t really try :( The show’s writer said in an interview that Chloé was created to be as unpleasant as possible.

~ literally just your stereotypical bratty rich teenager. The class is so done with her antics in the first three seasons and the show keeps trying to make her like, “evil” but she’s being puppeted by all the other actual big bads and also people aren’t really afraid of her? And her “evil” deeds are literally no stakes to the other characters no matter and the “good” characters can beat her pretty easily so she’s just. actually a nobody who whines and complains and tries to do shit to people are so done with her and i adore her very much she deserved so much better

~ She is every single annoying rich girl trope all rolled in to one. Entitled? Oblivious? Daddy’s girl? Check, check and check. Uses her parents positions as Important People to get whatever she wants in life? Yup, that’s Chloe. Thinks everyone is envious of her life, and wants to be her friend/boyfriend? Decidedly so. For pity’s sake, she even has a minion to do all of her homework while she goes on and on about shoes and bracelets and cell phone cases. Every word out of her mouth makes you want to grind your teeth and grab her CGI hair and pull for all your worth. That being said, you can’t help but hope for her redemption. She doesn’t get it (because she’s all of the above still), but for a hot minute you wanted her to rise above it. Instead, girl doubles down on all of her bad habits and becomes an absolute terror you love to hate.

Herlock:

~ He’s a famous detective whose deductions are always wrong! He has to be corrected by a lawyer he knows. He mopes when his violin playing doesn’t go right, involves characters in insane schemes, pretended to be a wax figure at a museum once, didn’t realize that there was a bomb right in front of him and almost got everyone blown up. I love him.

~ He’s mainly seen as annoying by other characters because he’s quite self centred, an attention seeker and appears to be acting on a whim and just doing random things for the fun of it most of the time. They also think he’s dumb because there’s a whole mechanic in the game where he gets his deductions wrong (whether this is on purpose or not isn’t clear) and the main character has to correct him and dance around the room with him which the other characters pretend to hate but they actually quite enjoy it. He’s genuinely intelligent and has a lot of access to information he shouldn’t have (he spies on the government 🔥) but spends most of the game lying and annoying others. He’s one of my favourite characters of all time 💯

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Hello! Could I request Ace and Levi from drdt with a fem! ult novelist who is tired all the time and overworks herself?

Sure thing! I feel like these two boys are kinda underrated in the fandom so I'm happy to write for them!

Ace and Levi with a Fem! ultimate novelist S/O who's constantly tired

Warnings: none

Fem! reader

Levi:

-Concerned boyfriend

-He has a deep appreciation for your talent and the dedication you put into your writing, but he hates seeing how normal it is for you to be so exhausted all the time

-But he also kind of gets it, there will be times when he's so invested in his work that he'll forget to take care of himself as well

-He understands that it's not as simple as getting up and going to bed, especially when you have the intense need to finish something, no matter how long it takes

-That being said, he'll do as much as can to help you manage your sleep and your work balance

-He'll make a planner setting aside ample time to work, while also giving you time for yourself and to sleep, Scheduled around your working needs

-Like if you do you're best writing at night he'll set your work hours for the evening or vise versa, as well as how long it typically takes you to get a certain amount of work done

-If you refuse to come to bed, he'll straight up just... pick you up and carry you to your bed

-He'll stay with you if you have a hard time sleeping, he has a very comforting presence

-He often helps you with writing ideas during your writer blocks, he knows how much they stress you out and he doesn't want you to be stressed

-More on the writing side of things, he loves talking to you about your books (He's read them all and has the next one on preorder)

-He enjoys hearing about your writing process, what inspires you, if any of your books are inspired by real events or people, ect

-Once your newest novel drops, he reads it as fast as possible so he can discuss it with you

-He's also just enamored by the way you write, you're not called the ultimate novelist for no reason after all

-Whilst reading, he can tell how much love, effort, and care you put into the writing, perfecting every last detail

-He's super proud of you, he just hopes you'll sleep more once you begin working on your next book

Ace:

-Ok I mean this in the nicest possible way...

-He thinks your lack of sleep is stupid

-Has the mentality of "why are you tired? Just sleep lol"

-Even after you explain it to him, he doesn't really understand why you don't sleep

-But he has enough braincells to understand that it impacts you pretty heavily so he stops insulting it

-He didn't see why it was a big deal at first, but after using his observation skills for once, he's like "oh shit this is an actual issue, uh oh"

-He wants to help you because even though he can be insensitive he loves you, but also, he's Ace so his methods are a bit more... harsh I guess? (annoying is probably a better word actually). But they are super effective

-He has this really strategic way of getting you to sleep, he calls it "annoy Y/N until she has no choice but to sleep because I won't shut up until she does"

-As I said, it's very effective

-Once nighttime rolls around, he'll start whining and begging for you to come to bed with him because 'he saw a shadow move and he needs you to protect him from it' or some dumb shit like that

-He's purposefully playing up his anxiety to get you to sleep and it's working surprisingly well

-If you still refuse, he'll just keep bugging you, it's not like you can work with him constantly talking anyway so you might as well sleep

-He also has an iron grip on you while he sleeps so good luck trying to get up after he falls asleep to do more work because that's not happening

-I can't say he's read all of your books because I'd be lying (he doesn't strike me as an avid reader tbh) but he does want to read the one you've been working on

-Once it's out, he'll read it and praise you on your work (although it'll probably take him awhile to finish)

-He genuinely likes your writing and he's decided to go and read your other stuff now

(I hope you enjoyed! I feel kinda bad for clowning on Ace so much but it's just so easy to do, I had to)

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

Same old situation

This dabble is taking up space in my writing folder, so I've decided to just simply release it out onto the world. The first part is normal Mötley crüe universe and the second is my age swap universe.

“I wouldn't have done the same”

Nikki's attention is suddenly broken from the TV when Mick speaks up for the first time since his surgery, he gets whiplash from how quickly he turns to look at the guitarist.

“What?” Nikki says dumbly, his brain not fully caught up to the moment.

Mick doesn't look at him.

“I wouldn't have done the same” Mick says, louder this time as if it were the most important words that would ever fall from his lips, like he'd be breaking some sacred oath to Nikki from depriving him of the statement.

“..what do you mean by that?” Nikki asks, still not 100% on what they were talking about.

Mick weakly gives a vague gesture to the whole of Nikki's living room.

“This”

Nikki is starting to get annoyed by Mick's constant non-answers, but he immediately feels guilty about it. Mick just got home from a hip replacement surgery and he's recovering from a heavy opioid addiction, he should allow Mick the simple joy of being patient with him.

“What do you mean by that?” He tries again.

Mick is still for a moment and he's still avoiding Nikki's gaze, eyes glued to the two and a half men rerun on the TV.

It takes a few more seconds but soon he speaks again.

“I wouldn't have taken you in like this, like you're doing with me.” Mick's tone is very unwavering for a man who'd just been under the knife a few hours ago. 

Nikki's heart stops beating for a minute. Mick is nothing if not honest, to a fault it would seem, this little hypothetical situation in which their roles were reversed seemed to really be plaguing his mind if he decided he had to speak now or forever hold his peace.

“Why do ya say that?” Nikki asks.

Mick's face is usually unreadable but Nikki can see the slight cracks of uncomfortableness in his expression.

“You know me Nik, I'm shit at keeping up with people, I probably wouldn't have even bothered to call you every now and then like you do. If you're not actively in front of me, I don't think about you-”

Mick trails off, like he's careful about taking the next step in the conversation. He gives Nikki a glance from the corner of his eye and Nikki nods for him to continue.

“Fuck dude, I'm just so caught up in my own world. I wouldn't have even known anything was up and… I'm selfish with my personal space, I would have never made the offer for you to live with me.”

There isn't an emotional tone in Mick's voice but Nikki knows this is a speech from the heart. 

Mick felt ashamed of himself…for something he hadn't even done. Nikki thinks over what to say as he knows his response would be the make or break facture of this entire conversation.

In the end Nikki just shrugs. 

“Lucky it's not the other way around then” Nikki says simply.

Mick looks genuinely shocked for a moment, but it quickly morphes back into his usual stoicness and he turns away to look at the TV again. This conversation was over then it would seem.

He doubts Mick meant any of it. 

Not in the sense that he thinks Mick isn't honest in his thoughts that he wouldn't have helped Nikki in a time of need like this. But in the sense that he thinks Mick is lying to himself about how heartless he really is.

_________

“How you feeling Nik?” 

Nikki is awoken from his slumber but the southern tones of his youngest bandmate, or ex-bandmate he supposes.

Nikki opens his bleary eyes and immediately regrets it. He grits his teeth and answers.

“Was doing much better before you got here..” he grumbles out, snapping his eyes closed the second the bright hospital lights hit his irises.

Mick scoffs, amused.

“The doc said you took quite a punch” Mick said.

Nikki groans and he knows Mick knows that's the signal that he was about to start rambling and he practically feels the way Mick cringes at the thought. So he continues.

“Lemme tell ya kid, never take heroin from a fucking-!” 

“According to our record contract you shouldn't be taking heroin at all.” Mick replies , both stopping an oncoming rant from him and poking at the real underlying issue here.

Leave it to Mick to cut to the chase.

Nikki feels his blood boil and if he weren't on a lot of painkillers right now, he'd be up in the little shits face.

Nikki smiles passive aggressively.

“Pretty sure that contract only applies when we're actively in Mötley crüe and last time I checked we were on a ‘hiatus’” Nikki said the last word falling off his tongue bitterly.

When Mick didn't reply he continued.

“And besides, when did you start caring about whether I take drugs or not, it's not like you have an interest in anything else I ever do, you don't even have the goddamn decency to answer my calls” Nikki says accusingly. Like Mick was the one in the wrong here.

“I never understand what you're trying to say to me when you call. You never call sober.” Mick answers simply but firmly.

“And don't give me that shit about ‘if you really cared about me’. I wouldn't be here if I didn't, trust me and I also wouldn't be paying for it if I didn't want you to be alive and well” Mick doesn't waver a single time.

He must have been thinking about this beforehand if he's not stuttering his way through it.

Nikki suddenly feels more vulnerable then he wants to with how well Mick knows this little insecurity of his and how quickly he was able to completely shut his argument down.

He's come a long way from the scrappy teen he'd come to know.

“... don't expect me to return the favour” Nikki attempts to jab.

Mick shrugs unbothered.

“That's fine”

Mick then holds out a water bottle to him he hadn't noticed him bring in.

“As long as you drink this and shut up”

[jenyifer]

Ray doesn’t deserve to be friends with Boston.

Last week I made a post about how Boston deserves to have his Ray back as a friend. The same can’t be said in reverse which personally breaks my heart. I have written Extensively about BostonRay they are boys cut from the same cloth and I feel like they were invisible best friends unlike their relationships with Mew or Cheum. I even headcannon that they are longer established friends maybe even childhood buddies. I don’t think their friendship is over simply because of SandNick but that’ll take a lot.

So let’s get some ground rules I’m not going to super cover the early eps that’s mostly covered by last weeks post. Now be fair here I don’t think BostonRay are Fantastic friends to each-other both boys have emotional mental issues that they try to hide. Boston is not the best with other people in general which he tells Nick about. Same goes for Ray. He’ll fuck up causal convo with sand but sand will push it off. But Boston is there for Ray. The end credit scene where Boston is at the bar in his white shirt is before Mew’s bday party when He knows shit is going down. Boston still goes to this party. He stays quiet while Ray attacks him. Something Boston never ever does despite having more than one opportunity to is blame Ray or dismiss him to Nick that doesn’t happen despite the two fights where Ray attacks Nick someone who is very important to Boston. Why? Because Boston believes what Ray said is true and he doesn’t believe in lying. Ray also does like Boston… or he did… I don’t think Ray would’ve asked Boston to stay with him and that he loved him if it wasn’t a real request.

I particularly love how open they are about their current love interests before Boston has to throw cold water on Ray at Sands bday party. Then Ray throws a spear at Nick in response. Both boys regret what they do but they don’t apologize. Just let things fester something we see Ray and Bostons do multiple times moving forward. They don’t like fighting because they know eachother the best. They know the other one doesn’t lie and does genuinely care for the other. Boston doesn’t need to be friends with Ray and Ray knows it. Boston has money and Ray’s drama is annoying but he sticks about and is always there for Ray. They are too prideful to say it.

Ray didn’t enjoy Mew trying to actively kill Boston either. In fact Ray did try get inbetween them and tried to de escalate things but Ray is a coward always has been. Boston also steps in to save Ray from getting punched by Top even after Ray tries to say Boston was still dating Top. Yeah really seems like the two of them loveee fighting and not supporting each other.

Okay sorry got distracted let’s go to ep 10 and talk about why Ray needs to apologize. Yes yes Boston needs to treat Ray better but at least he fucking tries (Mew Cheum I’m side eyeing you) dealing with an alcoholic or what Boston is is exhausting. Especially if change fails to ever come because you don’t have the words to magically make things better.

Boston thought Ray would understand that he and Atom are adults. Possibly Boston thought Ray would never believe he’d black mail someone either. Boston has talked to Ray about his escapades before. He’s never done what Atom is accusing of him. But no Ray is gleefully enjoying Bostons downfall sticking the knife in that even his best friend doesn’t love or understand him.

Ray knows Boston is telling the truth that’s why Ray can’t look at his face for too long you actively see him look away (gd khaotung why are so so good at acting holy shit) because Ray knows it’s wrong. Boston is crying. I’d bet none of his friends have seen him cry before. You know who leaves without a word when Bostons eyes immediately turns to them as fast as humanly possible? It’s Ray.

I really want Boston and Ray to be friends again. But at the same time. Boston doesn’t need a friend like Ray who is a coward. Can’t fully admit to being his friend. Ray can possibly make it up to Boston by being there for him in the future or apologizing but honestly. I hope Boston doesn’t try to establish contact himself. But who knows with Ray’s recovery and Boston learning how to deal with people in a normal way (he has been growing by the way he isn’t the same boy we had ep 1) maybe they can be actual friends with a good example like Sand and Nick about

This post is too long so I’m just going to post it I hope it made sense.

[mclwcc]

I personally think it’s not that nowadays Lando cares about Carlos less than Carlos does about him, I think it’s more about him getting fed up with repeated questions about his friendships with other drivers and with Carlos in particular, and actual journalists using these cringe words like ‘bromance’ and stuff, it’s annoying as fuck. He still answers that he gets along well mostly with Carlos and Max, so kudos to him for keeping it professional and not telling them to fuck off haha he’s literally asked about this all the time, like, everyone and their dog know by now who his friends are, journalists need to give it a rest already and ask him better questions

so like yeah, i do think its mostly that. lando hates few things more than people placing their own narratives on him, or thinking they know things abt his personal life that they dont. also, one of those few things (he hates even more) is cringe, or maybe in particular outdated-cringe - i genuinely think if someone mentions milk at him nowadays he might just curdle (ha) and die on the spot. so like. carlando and bromances in general hit BOTH of those spots. its as if theyre designed specifically to piss him off

but beyond that, i think uh. hm. how do i phrase this. i think fundamentally carlos and lando have slightly different attitudes towards competition, and also that.... i want u to bear w me on this one bc i say this w all my love for lando but i think carlos is just a bit more caring and sentimental as a person

what i mean abt the diff attitudes is hugely informed by this video i saw today (pretty sure @/vegasgrandprix linked to it so ill try to find it and insert it here!) where carlos said he'd maybe give a centimetre more leeway to fernando and lando when racing wheel to wheel. he goes on to say that that doesnt rly mean much and that hes touched with lando and fernando before so clearly it doesnt make a difference, but at the same time this is the first driver ive ever heard say this in any capacity. compare this with landos very straightforward 'once you're on track you don't think about those things anymore and all you want is to beat them' like. i genuinely dont think carlos features in landos thoughts at all when hes in the cockpit - which i wouldnt expect either! but apparently lando features in carlos's

i think u can rly see this when u compare what they both said abt singapore. lando, assuming carlos's racer brain works like his, says in all his interviews that carlos wouldve just done that for anyone and it doesnt make any difference that its them two. meanwhile, carlos fully explicitly says that he finds it more special bc he and lando were cooperating & managed to get a 1-2. that kind of clearly shows a difference in mindset beyond lando just not wanting to play the media game

abt what i meant saying carlos is a more caring person, in their relationship particularly - i just think hes always been rly attentive towards lando and has just like kinda kept doing it even after he moved teams. i rmbr watching their presser together a few months ago where carlos was being sooo delicate abt lando clearly being worse at golf bc he hadnt played in a while, & it rly reminded me of their dynamic back when they were teammates - while landos always found carlos funny and respected him as a racer, carlos was the one actively attentive to landos mood swings, self criticism, anxiety, etc. i think seeing lando at his (self-described) worst in terms of mental state has made carlos always harbour a sort of protectiveness towards him that lando cant and also isnt expected to reciprocate.

so like yeah i dont think landos lying when he says hes closest to max and carlos on the grid. he DOES get along w carlos and makes an effort to hang out w him when he can. i just think carlos has a slightly more open or emotional character, which reflects as a vague imbalance in their friendship

[south-sea]

PLEASE tell me more about your version of Mephiles. What does he like to do as a hobby? How often is Shadow involved in said hobbies? What's their relationship like? Are they friendly?

Even if your thoughts aren't complete you can give me the cliffnotes version please please please please

disclaimer: i am very ill thanks to a medication allergy mishap earlier today, so if this is more ramble-y than usual, i apologize! it has been a rough week health-wise, but for that same reason this couldn't have been better timed. silly guy mephiles is like 1/2 of what my brain is laser focused on rn to get me through it apparently. that said, this definitely got a bit longer than i expected,

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that's the catch: they don't currently have hobbies (if you don't count being an eccentric goofball). at least, it's difficult to explore new ones on account of being physically tied to semi-modern shadow.

so i'll start there: their relationship is a tenuous one at best. semi-modern doesn't fully trust them. some part of him expects mephiles to slip back into old ways, or to find out they've just been faking the amnesia the whole time. standard tropey stuff like what happened with Mr. Tinker in IDW. and similarly, mephiles is in fact Not Faking It.

on the flipside, it's hard to tell if mephiles is actually bothered by this trend of distrust everyone seems to show them. outwardly, they just roll with/don't even acknowledge it. inwardly, one might be right to assume they've tethered themself to semi-modern's literal shadow specifically to ensure they have at least one guaranteed person to fall back on. people aren't exactly wrong to be cautious of them, either. they are uncanny and unsettling in every way. and when i said shadow's basically their hostage, i wasn't entirely joking.

but shadow's not stupid. mephiles may not remember being a god, but the entitlement and sense of constant attention is burned into their existence. while their methods are usually harmless and subtle if not just silly, they take what they want. shadow knows this, but he lets it slide because ultimately there's no harm being done, and at least this way, he's able to keep tabs on them more easily.

that said, i'd not say they're unfriendly with each other. shadow tolerates their antics, but not begrudgingly. he just thinks they're odd, and occasionally embarrassing. mephiles meanwhile is just having a grand ol' time, all the time. they don't push their luck with shadow and intentionally annoy him, but they generally do whatever, however they want to. even if on average they can't be farther away than four blocks or so, it's not uncommon for semi-modern to turn a corner and find them hosting a tea party with some stranger surrounded by a bunch of shadowy minions.

tea tends to be a recurring theme with them, if just because i'm pulling from various mephistopheles interpretations as inspiration, with a little bit of mad hatter/sheogorath thrown in for good measure. they're meant to be this wacky goofball on the surface, less because they're ~off their rocker~, and more because they're a timeless god that has no concept of/regard for what mortals consider "normal". underneath it, they're suppressing a desperate need/fear.

they want company. what's a good way to get company? you have one of your shadowy minions shepherd some unwitting soul toward a table you've just made out of thin air and serve them tea and snacks. nevermind that this poor person now probably feels pressured into staying put thanks to all the other minions circled around acting as butlers. sometimes it's a genuine attempt to connect to someone. sometimes they're just lying to themselves. they have company now; they're not letting go of it easily.

even then, they're not aggressive or intentionally threatening. it's spooky as hell, sure, and definitely manipulative, but if the person were to try to leave, mephiles would ultimately let them go if an insistent "stay, stay!" doesn't work. at that point they just return to shadow and sulk.

my absolute favorite thing about them is that more often than not, they really do mean well. their motivations might be terribly selfish, but they're not always aware of those motivations themself, so it's all done innocently. they say or do some truly unsettling things that come off as thinly-veiled threats, but in reality they're just being sincere in a blunt way. (which is not to say they're faultless; the whole "lowkey using shadow/holding him hostage" isn't exactly great and i'm not going to claim it is, even if things turn out alright.)

in any case, the two share a mind link of sorts. whether mephiles is physically in semi-modern's literal shadow, or blocks away, they're able to communicate more or less telepathically. oftentimes if shadow looks like he's spacing out or brooding more than usual, he's literally just talking to mephiles (and occasionally maria). i'd liken mephiles's approach to conversation in this way to a pleasantly annoying friend who texts you memes or random thoughts from out of nowhere.

and so, while shadow views their relationship with cautious neutrality if with a bit of stubbornly-ignored fondness, mephiles is a bit more attached, even if they don't consciously realize it. it's a bit like the very early dynamic between second chance shadow and metal; they're in contact a lot due to circumstance, and that naturally leads to the two warming up to each other over time. (they're not nearly as close, though, and likely never will be.)

should semi-modern be threatened in a way he can't get himself out of alone, mephiles is very likely to pop out of his literal shadow and assist in some way, if not teleport them both out to safety. i'd even go so far as to say they're a bit protective of him. they just don't realize that's the case until something's actively happening to warrant those protective feelings.

i actually intend to cook up a scenario like this to kickstart shadow's acceptance that mephiles is genuinely not malicious anymore, and for mephiles to come to terms with the fact they genuinely care about shadow as more than just "convenient company". and hopefully that will in turn lead to mephiles having a bit more freedom, where they start to branch out with physical copies/extensions of themself to explore different interests and the like.

i mentioned it in an earlier post, but future interests might look something like taking a more genuine approach to tea. even if they themself can't drink it, they can look into making their own unique blend based purely on the science(?) of it. how they approach interacting with people may also develop along with it, making things a lot less spooky and instead just kind of purely eccentric/left field.

they could take up acting, an instrument, generally anything related to the arts. hopefully not anything to do with high-stakes gambling like their namesake was so known for (though iirc theatre was also something associated with him, so i'm trying to strike a balance there, too).

something something, the parallels between shadow and mephiles both starting with a narrow view of the world and slowly exploring and coming to appreciate it on a wider scale

[magmacannon]

odds 20-30 and 42 for yarrow? :]

oOO thank you sm!!!

21. What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

Yarrow isn't a staunch supporter of any cultural norms that would limit the expression of someone's appearance to maintain 'proper' form, thinking (correctly for sure, given the city he's currently living in) that this is a way to 'other' people who do not fit within a narrow range of arbitrary categories of dress/mannerisms/etc. He's also incredibly versed at navigating appropriate dresswear for all types of events and while he can blend in with proper clothing for different situations, he tends to knowingly dress Up.

23. What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Yarrow is 243 years old and remembers (/regrets) things he's done with other people that have since died of old age. The biggest of those that the least people likely remembered when they were alive is saying "I love you" sincerely in situations where it wasn't returned. However, Yarrow tries to live with as few regrets as possible day-to-day now that he's gotten better at handling his emotions, meaning the number of things that dwell in his mind (of late) has gone down. For sure he'll get too pissed off and put his foot in his mouth sometime soon though! He'll likely think about it extensively even if the person he snapped at has moved on (and try to fix it if he's able to do so, or eventually move on with his life if not)

25. What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

Yarrow knows a WHOLE lot about the cultivation and crossbreeding of apple trees! It bears no merit to his current life in any possible way but he genuinely could start an orchard if the fancy ever took him! He also has extensive knowledge about how to braid flower crowns together in very complex ways, knows the inner workings of worship of the Seldarine, knows mid-tier medical knowledge (he can absolutely perform effective sutures with a bit of practice beforehand), and a variety of other things that don't come up in his day-to-day life.

27. What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

I had to think about this one for a quite a bit but the three worst gifts (for different reasons) that Yarrow ever received were a well-made but lacey blouse from his father when he was young (extremely not Yarrow's style and not the first lace-based gift his dad had given him), a locket containing crystallized blood in the shape of a heart and a braid of (his and the gift-giver's) hair serving as the lines for said heart (from someone he was having a short fling with, WAY too soon to give a gift like this), and a dildo that was of such bad quality that he was genuinely hurt by it. In all three cases he got extremely angry and vicious for a while, vowed never to speak to that person again (in his father's case, this was temporary), and then made a deliberate attempt to not be in that position again. (In the case of the dildo, he started making sex toys.... origin story)

29. How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

Yarrow believes himself to be extremely knowledgeable about a whole lot of shit (he is, but he can also be really annoying about it - or seems to be above it just with how he looks/acts which is really infuriating) and gives advice nearly at the drop of a hat, so this happens a lot lol. If it's a serious issue he'll try to appeal to emotions to help whoever he's trying to advise, but if it's lower-stakes stuff or someone he's annoyed with he'll scoff at them for not listening/believing that he has useful info about whatever it may be. Yarrow is also really good at lying so if he is fibbing, his acted-out Hurt is nearly indistinguishable from genuine disappointment.

And 42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

There are... literally so many options but I'll go with "How to survive falling in love ten thousand times" as a title and the topic is how to navigate into higher emotional maturity, how not to get consumed by heartbreak and despair at relationships/the world, and how to find as much joy as possible in every day of life pff

[llycaons]

ep49 (1/3): a shocking numbers of fans watched this scene where jgy cried a lot and fully swallowed his excuses. guys. guys.

oh wwx is annoyed as hell that jgy is dodging responsibility for everything he's done when he, wwx, never once denied his actions and bore the full weight of them and then some

more evidence for my 'jgy actively encourages lxc's crush even though he has no intention of ever reciprocating because it grants him power over him' hc!!!!!

oh jeex lxc looks like shit. I mean I guess he's had a rough couple of days. look at those eyes bags

lxc: I'm not your sworn brother anymore. jgy (realizing he's losing his grip on lxc): NOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭

okay to be fair I'm sure there is some genuine grief for losing the friendship and camaraderie of the one person who has always vouched for him, saved his life, supported him, etc. lxc was a wonderful friend and a powerful, steadfast ally. wasted on jgy!

you can practically see the forehead vein popping here. I don't think an lxc who fully understands jgy would ever love him. if xiyao is happening in some fic, either jgy is lying or someone's being mischaracterized. not that social factors didn't play a role in the things jgy did, but if you ignore his sadistic and vengeful nature, his willingness to murder innocent people, his unrepentant manipulation and deceptive nature, you're losing a lot of his character. for him to be someone who doesn't hurt others, he'd have to be someone guaranteed safety and respect and a position from birth. but that's so antithetical to his role in canon it wouldn't be the same person anyway

huh. why hasn't jgy tried to harras lwj more? I guess he got what he wanted and beyond lwj sealing himself, there's not much a reaction jgy can provoke

WELL. pretty clear choices here. jgy you could have packed up and fled the country before trying to kill a bunch of people and kidnapping children

lxc: why were you so cruel and murderous??? dude?? jgy: I HAD NO CHOICE BRO 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 you believe me right??? would it help if I did this 😭😭😭😭

compared to wwx's impassioned, rational, fair defenses of himself and the people he was trying to protect, this is so pathetic. wwx never denied what he did, never dodged responsibility. when he said he had no other choices, it was in defense of innocent people at risk of political persecution and mass murder, not in defense of killing people to maintain his own position, he apologized for the death of jxz and suffered his own death in retribution for even the best things he did

YOU COULD HAVE LEFT!!!! or idk, face up to the consequences of your actions

I am so so sorry to bring the marvel 'cinematic' universe into our beautiful liveblog today but this shot just screamed "Tony, you CHOSE to do that' to me

of course he ~nobly~ doesn't deny it ONCE IT'S ALREADY COME TO LIGHT. but he denied up until the breaking point because he's a slippery eel and it's impossible to get him to face any consequences for his actions!!! if I was lxc I would be exasperated to death too

NEAT FRAMING

ohhh this flashback is so skin-crawling. I really love how deathly pale the robes and jgy's face are. the red of the wedding robes and the decorations are so ominous and omnipresent, like something horrifying about to happen, like something inescapable. the music really adds to the eeriness of the scene

it always hurt so bad that qs was so excited for her wedding night. she was happy! she liked jgy a lot and always respected him and his mother! she was a good and kind and innocent person and she had no IDEA god I feel sick I hate him so much

jgy really never spared a single thought to qs's well-being. it was all about him, and his horror, and his choices, and his position, and the injustices enacted on him. self-centered to the very end. of course he didn't think he had a choice. he would never choose against his own self-interest no matter how many people he hurt. god, qin su should have lived. her suicide was such bullshit

oh my god SUCH bullshit. 'uwu but I worked so hard!' okay yeah I get it's a precarious political situation and the issue isn't even your fault but DUDE. you're placing your own power and ambition higher in importance than this woman's entire life. and you MUST have known you would have murdered any child you two had.

pretty sucky situation all around. shocking idea though. YOU COULD HAVE TOLD QIN SU

jgy truly goes through life as if it was a me-or-them battle for survival in every single situation. in his mind, whoever bore the burden here would be the one destroyed, and he never would choose his own destruction. and it does make sense based on his environment and upbringing. god, he's such a good villain. none of this at all excuses his actions ofc, but it's an extremely compelling and powerful motivator for a villain hell-bent on surviving, viewing every situation as battle to the death, and fully buying into being viewed as the victim of every scenario

another contrast to wwx! wwx hates being seen as someone who was hurt. he dislikes being viewed as weak or vulnerable in any way by his enemies (and often his allies), and the way he wins battle and arguments is though either his power or his own honesty. for someone who omits key information and lowkey manipulates many of his loved ones, his straightforward arguments are more often than not the complete truth

in case we needed a reminder of his active sadism at work. who gaf about his dad but those poor women were treated as murder weapons and then mass murdered themselves

oh I do not like this slap scene, and I'm glad lxc is horrified by it as well. the exposure of jgy's crimes has never retroactively justified the classism and oppression he fought against, nor does it grant permission to his social superiors to treat him like they're inherently better than him, such as with this slap

[fcb-mv33]

Hii Red Anon here again ❤️

You and that other Anon making me blush ☺️.

Don’t get me wrong I only started watching F1 at the end of 2020, and 2021 fully made me watch and the passion Max would drive that Redbull I can honestly see why my brother is a big fan of Max, I got the subscription of F1 Tv to watch back on past races (being from England and watching Sky 🫠) I watched Max’s first win in Spain and they way he kept Kimi behind him, no one can take away Max’s accomplishments, I see comments like FIA in Jos pockets and I’m like huh 🫠 really 😂, it’s time for the Youngsters to shine now it’s a new era of racers.

Out of the Sky commentators I really like Jenson he’s never bias he will call out Lewis and Max and give detailed discussions why, Naomi sometimes I’m like yessss and others I’m like really (the Max, George Baku debate), Martin I’m so/so with him I seen past races when he’s like I’m a big fan of Max.

As a journalist/Commentator you have to be neutral over everything even if you like that person.

The reason why I came with the receipts is because we all know people would bash me and say that I’m lying (google is there for a reason).

Yuki may be my favourite driver but I will cheer Max on and honestly the Max fans I’ve seen on here are so respectful, and the way they defend him and the F1 drivers, the Lewis fans on here well I’ve only seen a very fair few that like Max.

The bullying and abuse Max gets is horrible and wrong, the racist abuse Lewis gets is horrible both should never get that and I look at these people on Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr and I’m like why would you do this you cyber bully someone how would you like it if someone you know, your kid, your sibling got cyber bullied or if in the future they get called by their kids school saying that their kid is cyber bullying people and their kid turns round saying you did it honestly i do not get people.

Yes the drivers say things that makes you question them, yes you may dislike a driver that’s fine but why abuse them on social media, when I saw them fans in Miami flipping Max off and telling him to Fu*k Off I’m like you’ve spent £1,000+ on tickets just to do that wtf.

I will fully defend Max no matter what he’s done nothing but put his life into racing.

I would absolutely love for Max to win Brazil and Sliverstone and Mexico this year just to spite all the Lewis British and Brazilian fans and even the toxic Checo fans.

Kinda wish this year I was sitting with all the Max fans at Sliverstone.

Hopefully next year I get to see a race 😁



F1tv has honestly been a blessing. I’ve watched the full seasons since 2015 when Max joined and even in 2015 he was genuinely a joy to watch, annoying the living life out of everyone (except Nando) for being 17. People comment sometimes saying he’s a paid driver but when you do a deep dive into his stats as a child I mean Jesus they are so so impressive and also no amount of pull could get a 17 year old into a car if he wasn’t insanely talented. Which Max is.

I fully don’t like any of the commentators except Jenson. They have chatted so much shit since Baku and the start of the season. Constantly acting like Max is ruining the sport, is a spoilt child when he’s just Max. They choose to be ignorant of who he is, the way he is and the talent he is because he’s not British and it’s a shame. I swear the amount of times I’ve seen them trying to say George would match Max is literally criminal.

Honestly I’ve really strong opinions on the hate Max gets and how it’s seen as basically okay. It’s been that way since 2021 when Merc and lh would send their fans to abuse Max but give out about the booing or cheers in 2022 when they sat by and said nothing about their fans week in week out wishing death on Max, his gf, his mother, his sister and her two little boys. The hate Max gets is according to some “deserved” all because he destroyed Merc in 2021. He out drove Lewis in 70% of the time when Merc didn’t take him out. I think the abuse not being called out is fucking vile and that’s why I constantly call it out.

[bitch-spectrum]

I have a story about Unus Annus and how it literally saved my life.

TW: Suicidal Thoughts, Kidnapping, Underage Drinking

My 16th birthday was that October. My sweet 16 as all the tv shows and movies depicted. I was so excited. 16 was huge and I was FINALLY 16! I was hoping, praying, that my sweet 16 would be the birthday where my birthdays would finally be good! Up to this point I hadn't had a good one. They always ended in tears. I don't celebrate my birthday anymore and my 16th was the last straw.

I hadn't heard a word from my now fiancé all day. No good morning. No good night the previous night. Just radio silence after he said he was going to a movie with his family. I was sad. Did I do something wrong? It was my 16th birthday! Why was he ignoring me?

My mother comes into my bedroom, takes me into the back yard, pours me a glass of wine and breaks the news to me.

He had been kidnapped the previous night.

I drank myself to sleep that night. I drank the entire bottle and didnt wake up until nearly 5pm the next day. And went back to sleep a few hours later.

The rest of my fall break was spent with me not leaving my bed. Just sleeping, staring at the walls, trying not to kill myself.

I dreamt of him every night. Some nights I dreamt of reuniting, some nights I could only dream of the torture he must have been enduring. I knew who had done it PERSONALLY. I knew exactly where he was but the police did NOTHING! The police were called. CPS was called. But nothing was done. The people I KNEW were abusing and torturing my fiance were walking free and they STILL ARE because THE JUSTICE SYSTEM DOES NOT CARE!

And it felt like no one else cared either. Nobody knew how to comfort me. "Call CPS." I did. "Call the police." I did. "Get in touch with the FBI." I tried. "Well maybe just let him go."

How could I do that? We started dating at age TWELVE! Middle school sweet hearts. How could I let that go? Someone who loved me at my cringest. Someone who loved me at my worst. Someone I loved in all the same respects. Let that go? Genuinely how could I? No one could ever understand the kind of bond; the kind of strength it takes to still love the same person 10 years later.

When school started it was all a blur. My grades slipped, I was failing classes. It was a nightmare. My teachers could tell something happened, but no one ever bothered to ask me what was REALLY wrong.

By November I'd wake up, dissociate in school, come home and go to bed at 4pm. I wasnt eating. I wasnt showering. I wasnt okay. I was heavily self medicating.

One day I couldnt fall asleep after school and decided to watch youtube for a few hours. Markiplier of course. At the time he was promoting the channel Unus Annus in every video. I found it so annoying.

"Stop talking about the stupid channel. Its so pointless if its all just going to be gone in a year. Who fucking cares! Just shut up!"

I was angry, sad, scared, hurt. Obviously I never left hate comments because I'm a well adjusted member of society. I just skipped over it.

Well, one day I decided to say fuck it and just go watch some of the videos. "What's even so great about it anyway!?"

There weren't many videos uploaded on the channel yet. An amount I could binge in a few hours.

And something weird happened. For the first time in a while, when the only thing I could really emote was sobbing violently, I started smiling. One of the videos even got me to laugh. Not chuckle, or blowing out of my nose. But laughing, with my voice.

It felt so good. I hadnt smiled in a little over a month. I didnt have the energy to. I didnt even have the energy to cry sometimes. id just pass out. But there I was, lying in my bed and laughing.

I subscribed and even turned on pop up notifications.

And the videos came daily. Every day after school I'd come home and have something to do. Itd keep me awake through dinner so id at least eat once a day. Unus Annus made me smile at the very least. Everything could go wrong in a day but then UA would be there to be something right. To be the highlight of my day if nothing else.

UA wasnt a friend or a therapist. It didnt try to fix my problems or offer me solution. But it did give me energy. It did give me a drive. I wasnt thinking about the end. I didnt care about the end. I couldnt give enough energy to think about the end. I just focused, day by day. Thats all i could do. On days I woke up thinking about if I should kill myself, memento mori, it's not my time yet. I still have time.

The theme of UA was that it was only going to last a year. Just one year. It was something they would say a lot. One year. One year. One year and I didnt even think about it.

But something about that always stuck out to me. One year. It came to me in dreams. English and Latin. One Year. Unus Annus. The repetition of the phrase in my life just really spoke to me on a level I couldnt understand. Why did I take so much comfort in the phrase? I never understood that.

Well, one day during the earlier parts of the school year during Covid, I finished my work for the day. I waited for the next episode to come out. I watched it and I felt the urge to check my email. I never check my email. Literally.

Sitting in my inbox, there was an email from him. From my lover. It was short, just an update. An update I knew was written with a (metaphoric) gun to his head. But an update, nonetheless. I emailed back. No response. A week or so later it became a habit to email. We emailed so frequently we decided to just talk on a google doc.

They couldnt have hangouts or a phone or anything like that. But he had gmail. So, google docs worked for us just fine.

Come October he was mostly out of the situation. He had a phone and was in contact with the outside world again and was no longer being held hostage. We would text daily but still no social medias yet, and rightfully so.

It had been a year, and it was coming to an end. Just one year. Just one year like I had been promised.

And when it came time for UA to end, my bf and I had regular stable contact and he was about ready to remake his discord and FB accounts.

Unus Annus kept me alive, kept me going, during one of the hardest years of my life. I felt like the entire time they were holding my hands, promising me it'd only be one year. One year was all I had to get through and I was strong enough to get through it. Don't think about it now because there's nothing you can do. Look at this instead. Think about this. No no no! You're getting distracted and suicidal again! BOOM PEE SAUNA!! Gotcha! See you're okay.

I was so close to ending it when I had no idea if my bf had been killed or sold off to another state or what. If he was gone for good I didn't feel like my life was worth living anymore.

But I was promised one year, and one year was all I had to endure. I even had the time to re-adjust to the situation, of being back in contact with him before the channel was deleted. Like they were making sure I was on my feet before letting go.

Obviously, they don't know me. I know this. But it felt like a crutch to me. A crutch I desperately needed. A crutch I would have died without. They made a bigger promise than they know and they still kept it.

Mark and Ethan mean a lot to me, I'd tell them if I ever got to meet them that they did in fact save my life. That Unus Annus was something I clung to when I wasn't sure if I was going to live to see tomorrow.

One year was all I had. One year was all I needed.

IK Some people are going to call this story fake or that I'm exaggerating parts but I'm not. This is what the real world is truly like, and it's fucked up. I know what happened and whether or not a stranger on the internet believes me is irrelevant.

Thank you Unus Annus. Thank you for everything.

I miss unus annus. Rb if you agree (and feel welcome to put your favorite unus annus video/memory/etc)

I’ll go first: watching The Truth of Unus Annus for the first time and realizing “ohhhhh this is what it’s all been building up to. This is the video I expected from the first video. This is. This is it. This is the end. This is going to be what I miss when it’s over”

[unbrcakablc-hcart]

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying? | 🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast? | 🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving? | 🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

{{ if its okay to send a handful! its a big list and im big curious nfjfg if not ill cut down/break it into separate asks, i dont mind! (bitterbelphie) }}

{NO THATS FINE DONT WORRY!!}

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🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

{Oh god no. I really don't think Vash is a good liar. I think he's very good at omitting information and dodging the question and being annoying enough that no one WANTS to ask him questions, but he's piss poor at actually, directly lying. He gets a little twitchy, his voice gets a lot less confident, he seems to think a LOT more about what he's saying and isn't always good at making the details line up.}

{For example: he tells people frequently that he's 24, but if you purposely try to catch him in the lie by going oh, you're 25, aren't you, he's going to be like OH YEAH I AM AHAHAHA and forget his initial lie and not have a good excuse for messing up like that.}

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

{Hmm.. I'm not sure what my hunch is on this one. I want to say it isn't anything SUPER specific? But his preferred comfort breakfast is a sweet one; fresh donuts, pancakes, french toast that are still warm with probably (SIGNIFICANTLY SWEETENED) coffee or hot chocolate or some other warm, sweet drink. The man has a sweet tooth he doesn't indulge very often for... mostly, guilt and/or lack of accessibility reasons.}

{Some kind of meat or other protein to go with it is nice, but not necessary for him. It's mostly to keep him from getting sick. Man loves a good sausage. Or good eggs. Or. Anything. feed him seymour}

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

{I'M GENUINELY NOT SURE AND I'M NOT SURE VASH WOULD KNOW EITHER. He's not used to being given gifts; most every gift he's been given has been from his menagerie of parents, and he tries his best to tactfully decline gifts from other people because they should be spending their money on themselves or each other, not on him.}

{But he is the sentimental type, and likes gifts that last. He's looked after the clothes Brad and Luida made specially for him and ensured that they lasted the 125 years he's had them, for instance, and when they gave him geranium plants to keep on the bus to remind him of both them and Rem, you bet your ass he's doing everything he can to keep those flowers alive. So clothes and jewelry and things that are meant to last for a while mean a lot to him, as it's a way he can carry the people he cares about with him.}

{Gifts of food are also nice but good luck getting him to accept that.}

{I'm also not sure if he's the best at giving gifts, himself. It's not that he's BAD at it? It's that he hasn't had a lot of practice with it, and is more of an acts of service bitch when it comes down to it. Chances are, if he gives you a gift, it's probably going to be something practical, or something he can do for you; he'll buy his loved ones a weapon, or protective clothing, or do some maintenance on your stuff, that sort of thing.}

{That said, he DOES keep an eye out for any signs of interest from his friends. If he catches anything, he'll file that away for later, and if he has the cash, he WILL pick it up.}

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

{I have. Genuinely. NO idea. And I'm not sure Vash has any clue either. Ultimately Vash feels like he's done around the best he could do given the circumstances and isn't satisfied with it, so it might be some fucked up shit like:

"Never stay in town for any longer than two days."

"Once you've picked up supplies and helped people, LEAVE."

"Never give anyone real information about yourself."

{Probably the least fucked up advice he has for himself is this. "This planet will force you to become the devil. Sometimes there are people that DO deserve to die, and it might do more people more good to kill the people that you're pretty sure won't stop hurting people even after you've given them the chance to change."}

{Nothing about take care of yourself, nothing about how he needs to treat himself better, just... That Shit.}