#just in a weirdass place

[katsuki-king-of-twinks]

Bitch is controlling herself and no longer spiraling over largely meaningless/well intentioned bullshit that makes her want to DIE!

Here is a precious 10-year-old infant/old man that reminds me life is worth it-- bc small warm creature that loves and trusts me enough to want to sit on my lap to sleep/seek comfort amidst some strong and loud winds outside = someone would be sad if I were dead now. Someone who won't judge me for jack shit -- except not putting a blanket on my lap for him to knead on in very hot weather.

[freakinator]

if yall would like to hear my weird lil flimsyass theory ive been sitting on that makes sense in my head but certainly not upon further scrutinization, based on nothing but the slightest bits of evidence that have nothing to do with each other cause whatever tf is happening on the server is being revealed at a snails pace (if even at all) and my weird lil brain that wants Some kind of lore explanation for the slowly changing format of the eps is that its slowly going from improv smp rules to scripted smp ones (in-universe cause its a staged smp no matter what lol)

wtf do i mean by this? am i saying that the chars went from improv smp content to scripted smp content? no, because we're seeing the (unstable) universe through the eyes of characters who dont even know the universe has rules at all cause thats just Life for them, there is no c/cc distinction cause wemmbu the mcytber is the exact same person as wemmbu the cubito

then what Do i mean? i have difficulty explaining it in any detail beyond *vibes* and *formatting* but basically have yall ever compared the differences between improv and scripted content? along with the difference between how the story plays out between them? thats not to say the rules will ever be Completely similar to more scripted smps like thats just not happening i dont think, but like. i think the closest thing i can compare it to rn off the top of my head is like. what happened to the storytelling style in the dsmp lmao, granted this can just be a natural consequence of a series where one of the main purposes is to experiment with and improve the storytelling styles of the main povs along with a story thatll only get more and moer serious and dramatic as the plot progresses

this doesnt Exactly refer to editorial tricks?? cause like earlier episodes had a lot more wide shots than later episodes did, im talking like. ''flavor text'' i suppose -- idk all i'll say is that the further down the list of episodes you go, the more cinematic videos get while their more... lets say "meta" gameplay traits (tab list, f3, etc.) become less prominent

[deus-ex-mona]

when freedom is in sight!!!!!!!!

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

Shout-out to everyone who survived a "fun" easter with the family

[butchnavi]

girl help I just got a mullet

what the fuck is a mullet

[bumblingbabooshka]

Kes????????

[lottieratworld]

im still not gettin out of this chair

[teenagemutantninjatrauma]

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So um… remember how I talked about the turtles having a radio….

[akascow]

my dreams are so interesting to me sometimes im like wow i should write a fic based around one

then i think about it for like two more seconds and remember not only are dreams so inherently hard to describe or even make sense of but also

if i try to explain a dream i immediately forget anything that happened in it

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Tango was born and raised in the nether, and because of that he's not at all used to the entire concept of sky or any of the weird things it does, even though he's been living comfortably in the overworld for years.

Since the nether doesn't have a day-night cycle, most nether creatures don't have a natural circadian rhythm, and instead take catnaps when the mood strikes. So, it's not at all uncommon to find Tango asleep in the weirdest places because that's just where he happened to be when he decided it was naptime. It's also not uncommon for him to barge into somebody's bedroom at 3 am because he's bored and lonely and bedtimes are subjective. He's gotten more used to staying indoors at night because of the mobs, but that doesn't necessarily mean he has anything resembling a normal sleep schedule.

Tango's also like... weirdly fascinated by clouds. Like what do you mean those big fluffy things up there are made of floating water? Do you not see how cool that is? And they come in different shapes? Incredible. Amazing. He loves clouds so much.

Also also, Tango gets kinda freaked out by wide open spaces (ex plains, oceans, the perimeter etc.) because he's used to living in what is essentially a weirdass cave system. (Not like a genuine phobia, but more like if you took somebody from Appalachia and put them in Kansas.)

Looking up at the sky is so weird to him. There's nothing up there? No bedrock at all? And it's so blue! Terrifying, honestly.

Another weird thing about his sleeping habits is that he prefers not to use a normal bed. Considering he's only known them as explosives for the majority of his life, that's... reasonable.

-Mod Mleem

[heykaya]

Weirdass Dialogue about the Orphanage Nursery

Extracted from the game’s code (30th October 2024)

(Introduction)

You walk into the youth ward. It wasn't so long ago that you were relegated here, yourself.

The walls are cleaner, the air seems more fresh. Even the atmosphere itself somehow feels less bleak.

You never realised how much bigger this place felt on the inside.

A young orphan runs by, and smiles up at you briefly. He has no idea how safe he is, and how much worse the world outside is.

A pit forms in your stomach, as you become acutely aware of something.

You can't ever remember leaving the youth ward on your own. It was always with Bailey, or one of his workers.

So many of your memories are from behind heavily tinted windows and through crowds of people. 

As soon as the thought reaches you, though, it fades, leaving only a mild sense of anxiety in its wake. That couldn't be true...

...Right?

____________________

As you leave the youth ward, you run your hands against the door frame. You feel something, and pause. There's a pattern of notches carved into the sides.

You take a step back. The entire door is covered in carved symbols. The jambs house a litany of letters you can't read, and the patterns of the wood underneath swirl and shine.

You blink. You're back in the main hall. You feel dizzy.

____________________

As the sounds and smells of the youth ward hit you, you're flooded with a wave of nostalgia.

In a twisted way, this innocence and ignorance feels safe. A part of you yearns for the simpler days, when you were oblivious to the world outside.

____________________

You briefly feel lost. You stare down one of the longer hallways. The number of rooms that branch off seems wrong. You wonder how much else has changed since you were moved.

____________________

You suddenly find yourself wondering if you could find your old room. You try to remember where it was, but you draw a blank. It's probably already occupied by someone else, anyways.

____________________

(If PC's awareness is more than 200)

How many orphans are there? How do the rooms fill so quickly?

____________________

(If Robin’s love is more than 20 and PC’s awareness is more than 300)

You hear a young orphan lightly sobbing. Another orphan is trying to calm them down. It looks like one of them is getting moved to the other wing soon.

It reminds you of when you and Robin were younger. He had made friends with orphans older than himself, and one by one, they had all moved to the other wing.

You haven't seen any of them since. You wonder what happened to them.

You realise that you might be Robin's last friend.

____________________

(scene above if conditions are not met)

You hear a young orphan lightly sobbing. Another orphan is trying to calm them down. It looks like one of them is getting moved to the other wing soon.

The whole scene looks familiar to you, but you can't place why.

____________________

You take a moment to make a mental map of the youth ward. It's a bit larger than the other wing, and you don't remember the exact layout.

You feel as though you should know the layout better, with how long you were here.

Just how long were you here?

Degrees of Lewdity - Text Based Masterpost

[whump-lover-and-reader]

Kindaichi Shonen no Jikenbo N (金田一少年の事件簿N (Neo)) Whump List

Synopsis: High school student Kindaichi Hajime solves a variety of difficult cases that he gets entangled in with the deductive powers inherited from his grandfather, the famous detective Kindaichi Kosuke.

Genre: cop/crime, thriller, mystery, comedy, youth

Whumpee: Kindaichi Hajime played by Yamada Ryosuke

Note: There's apparently like so many iterations of the adaptation of the manga, but I only watched the one with my boy Yamada Ryosuke, so I don't know what happens in the other adaptations.

Little side note for the movies, if you're watching the second movie (about the puppeteer guy) warning for slight arachnophobia and insectophobia: at about 16:28–16:41(a scorpio and a tarantula) + at ~28:10 (a centipede for a couple of seconds)

Check out Yamada Ryosuke in Kiwadoi Futari: K2: Ikebukurosho Keijika Kanzaki Kuroki as well.

!!Spoilers Below!!

Ep. 01: drugged, fainted

Ep. 02: nearly hit by a bus, knocked out by sleeping gas, kidnapped, forced to play in this weirdass death escape room, wearing a mask with an explosive locked on his head, trapped in a room full of fire for a second, coughing from sleeping gas, knocked out by it (he thought it was poison), in hospital

Ep. 03: stomach-ache, in hospital on examination

Ep. 04: scared (semi-comical?), fell from a high place, knocked out by sleeping gas

Ep. 05: pretends to be hypnotized, feeling tired, physically subdued, feeling tired and out of it, seemingly stabs his friend under hypnosis(?), arrested, escaped, gun to the head, at gunpoint, hands tied, locked up in a room, points a gun at someone, sees the news of his friend passing away

Ep. 06: running away from police, at gunpoint, running away from police, feeling dizzy, fainted, feeling feverish, helped to walk, collapsed in someone's arms, cared for, forearm cut with a knife

Ep. 07: just lots of angst ig

Ep. 08: drenched in rain

Ep. 09: none

[miss-multi45]

Bargaining

Part 3 of 'Blackmail'

cw: romantic petnames, crying, mentions of abuse, mentions of cheating, hoodie being daddy, mentions of a shotgun, pillow riding, hoodie making me horny, fingering, vouyerism, degradation, squirting, one (1) boob squish, pussy spanks, woodland animal mentions, nightmares. angst and smut. a brit using american terminology. my eyes have gotten better from the weird weirdass eyedrops but I still look high. give me kisses in the comments I want affections.

"I don't even know if he actually liked me." You explained, resting your head on the back of the couch and looking up at the dark wooden roof.

"When we first started dating, it felt like he loved me. Like I had hit the boyfriend jackpot." You looked back on it all, wondering how you could've been so stupid to believe someone like Liam could ever love anyone but himself.

"Oh, babygirl." He said, although his tone sounded mildly irate rather than upset. He knew exactly what he had done to you, but hearing you describe it was something else.

"I kind of figured he was starting to cheat halfway in, when I started to see his true colours." You felt a large, warm hand on your waist, pulling you into him and onto his lap.

"You think he faked it, babe? Just to have you under his control?" His suggestion sounded plausible. No, not plausible, it sounded exactly right.

Suddenly you felt hot tears brewing in your eyes, and you buried your face into his chest.

"I don't wanna talk about this anymore."

Your words were met with silence, then, a response.

"Mama, you have to talk about this eventually." His words sounded pitiful, he knew how much it hurt and he could only help by being painfully honest.

You sniffled, "Don't wanna." Your tears stained his hoodie, dark yellow spots appearing on the smooth fabric.

"I know, baby, I know," His words sounded almost condescending as he grabbed your face and squished your cheeks as more tears fell down them, it was like he was teasing you but also comforting you.

His next words brought out the teenage girl in you, pulling some attitude out:

"Bedtime, baby."

He found your reaction adorable. Which was an irritated huff from you and a somewhat doe eyed sulk.

"What? I'm a grown woman! Plus, it's only 7pm!" You practically pleaded, even though you were slightly scared of how he would react to it.

"Yes, but you're on your period and you're exhausted. Now, go to bed." He gave your thigh a light smack, as if to tell you not to argue and to just sleep.

-

There is a hand on your arm.

You woke up in your own bed, and there is a hand on your arm.

"You left me." Liam said.

You felt your heart speed up.

"You left me dead." His voice was fueled by malice.

"This is your fault." His hand trailed up to your throat and squeezed.

"No, no." You repeated the word over and over until he squeezed too hard.

-

Immediately, you felt a pair of strong arms snake around your waist and a soothing pressure on your lower tummy. How did he always manage to be there when the nightmares were around?

You groaned at the feeling, crumpling up into a ball with your knees against your chest. "How are you so good at it?"

You heard him chuckle, "I'll take that as a sign it's working?" He asked, and you opened your eyes a crack to notice you were on the couch instead of in the bed.

"Tell mee.." You croaked, not in the mood for his teasing this early.

"I'm good with my hands. Apparently, womb massages are something you're capable of when you know how to use a shotgun."

"You hunt animals? Why? What did they do to you?" The whiney behaviour you had randomly picked up was probably just your menstrual hormones going all over the place, he figured.

"I never said that." His hand hit a perfect spot that made the cramps significantly die down, and in response you embarrassed yourself by moaning with relief.

He clocked it, and gave you a smug comment. "Didn't know I was that good with my hands."

-

After that, he went out with his shotgun, leaving you to assume he would be killing something with that.

It had been around twenty minutes, and oddly enough that was the time where your body decided to present you with intense horniness. Atleast he wasn't around to randomly walk in on you masturbating, that was a good thing about the time.

You didn't want to fight it at all, you needed some release after what had been going down in the past week.

Trailing your hand down to your panties, you pushed them to the side and gently rubbed at your clit, feeling yourself growing sensitive at your own touch.

Eventually, you pushed two fingers into your cunt and glanced down to see a small amount of blood on your fingers. It can be washed, you thought to yourself before you reached for a pillow and placed it between your legs.

Slipping your panties off, you took a deep breath before grinding on the pillow and whining at the sensation of the fabric against your bare pussy.

You started at a reasonably slow pace, wanting to get used to the feeling before your hormones took over and made you squirt on the pillow.

However, you underestimated how horny you really were and soon began to press the pillow harder against your sticky pussy while you bucked your hips on the plush between your legs.

At this point, you were whimpering and whining to cum, muttering pleads for it under your breath. You were so absorbed in your own bliss, you didn't even notice the cold breeze against your body as Hoodie stepped in and leaned against the wall to observe the scene infront of him.

He saw a neglected little thing, finally getting the release her pretty pussy oh so desperately needed these past months. Not to mention the needy begging for her to be able to cum, with how she was humping that pillow, she wouldn't have to wait long. It was the hottest and cutest thing he had ever seen.

And he was right, because within a few seconds you were crying as you came on the cushion, hips twitching as you slowly rubbed your creamy folds on the fabric until you stopped so you wouldn't overstimulate yourself.

"Poor baby."

His words made you snap you head up to look at him, and he tugged your hair to make you fall back on the couch.

At the sight of the cum and blood stained pillow, he shook his head and tutted, but you were too delirious to be fully embarrassed so you just laid on your side instead.

Somehow, you didn't think that he might be now staring at your pussy, looking at the wet mess on your inner thighs. That thought immediately entered your mind, however, when you felt a leather gloved hand rub over your pussy and his thumb toy with your clit.

Out of instinct, you grabbed his wrist and spread your thighs apart, completely showing off your messy cunt to him. "Shameless little slut."

You were in nothing but a baggy t-shirt, your hair all messed up and your thighs spread while you looked at him with a pleading look. The scene was pornographic, but you were so, so desperate.

He dragged the knuckle of his index finger up and down your slit, before roughly shoving three fingers inside of you and pumping them in and out in an almost forceful manner, making your body jerk back and forth as he went.

You arched your back as your thighs shook, eyes rolling back as wonton moans spilled from your lips. After a few seconds, he took a finger out and instead vigorously circled your clit as he jerked his fingers in your pussy at an unforgettable pace.

Your moans grew louder, and your thighs spasmed with the promise of an orgasm.

"Yeah? That feel good?" His voice teased, dripping with pride.

You nodded your head dumbly as your pussy sprayed around his fingers, your hands gripping at the couch cushions until your knuckles turned white.

His free hand went up your shirt until it reached your tits, and he roughly cupped and squished one before taking his hand out of your shirt. "Yeah, bet it did." He pulls his fingers out, giving your pussy teasing slaps before he turned you back on your side and rubbing your hip gently.

"Perfect girl."

my fucking hands hurt and my dad was taking a nap next to me on the sofa while I was writing the smut.

[serenityfails]

part two of my DATV thoughts, now that i've finished the game. i think i'm gonna focus on my feelings about specific character arcs in this one.

VARRIC: i touched on this in my previous post but varric isn't really a character in this game, it's just rook and solas's shared projection/idea of who varric was. which i do think is actually an interesting concept. i just think it's noticeable, once you learn that fact, that everyone just moves on instantly. i don't need the game to indulge me with hours of clothes-rending mourning, i just don't believe his death would go totally un-remarked upon.

HARDING: i need a lot more selling on the idea that she cares really deeply about her dwarven heritage. it's possible i missed some important banters or something on this subject from her, but as it stands i didn't feel, based on who she was before, that it really mattered to her that much. she's a surface dwarf, born and raised-- she certainly had some thoughts about that in the descent DLC, but the vibe i got was "yeah those guys don't associate with the likes of me, but fuck 'em, I'm Fereldan", not "gee i wish i could reconnect to The Stone". even just some tidbits about her family. she brings up her mother all the time-- something about her mother feeling a sense of loss there, or something emotional to link her thematically to the titans.

lacking that connection, it felt even more glaring that they straight up PUT VALTA IN THE GAME, because that's HER story, not harding's. it just doesn't line up for me personally.

i like the idea of anger vs joy in concept, and i liked the idea that harding actually had a lot of animosity towards solas that she felt ashamed of. but i think that animosity should have started from a more personal place (maybe what happened with corypheus and the inquisition, then varric) and blossomed from there into the wider question of the titans. if that was the intention, i didn't really see that in the final version.

BELLARA: She's Fine.jpeg. i think it would have been good to get a clearer idea of who/what Anaris is, because i did feel like that aspect of her story was underbaked and her brother's death was foreshadowed so hard it was basically haus of decline's "i think we're gonna have to kill this guy, steven" comic, but that was an issue i had with multiple character plotlines. i like her and Neve's relationship and i will be sexualizing it. thank you.

NEVE: i can't really take her Dark Knight bit seriously but that's okay. (she's Crime Boss Batman in my game now, and her boyfriend is the leader of the Crows, so good for her.) I like how she plays off the other characters more than I think I like her in isolation. i also feel like i was missing some of her backstory, but maybe you get more if you romance her?

LUCANIS: i want him to be a bigger mess. he's too well-adjusted. i say this having hardened him in my game... i was cut off from romancing him but i still feel like he was taking everything too well and being too reasonable about everything. i want a bitch with messy hair and yellow teeth scrabbling around like a fucking goblin okay he's been imprisoned under the ocean for a YEAR and he's POSSESSED make him get FREAKY WITH IT. he lives in a pantry but he always looks like he just stepped off a magazine cover. i can't jerk off to this

DAVRIN: they could not possibly have told you any more clearly how precisely his entire plotline will play out from mission one, so it was boring in that respect, but i enjoyed all the Wardeny lore of his questline so i'm okay with it. I also called the monster being Isseya so i get a gold star for being a big fucking nerd. His romance has moments of juice and then peters out a lot at the end, which is tragic. I actually enjoy his perspective as a Dalish elf that felt confined by that life and left it on purpose, but I think we don't get enough of a sense of the Regular Old Dalish vs. the weirdasses in the Veil Jumpers to feel the weight of that choice.

EMMRICH: i love this bitch he's so fruity and fun. it's deeply cute that he's genuinely shocked and hurt people find necromancy creepy and weird. i razzed him about it once and he got so genuinely sad about it i was like omg... baby.... i'm so sorry peepaw!!! Hezenkoss is the best villain in the game because she's just like what fucking ever no relatable motivation no grey morality it's mad science time!!!!!!!! my friend said she "made a bone Jaeger out of rich people" and you know what. she was right to do that. #womeninSTEM #supportwomenswrongs

i let manfred die. in the moment, i was actually just super mad at the game for so blatantly foreshadowing WE ARE GOING TO KILL THE CUTE LITTLE SKELLINGTON that i was like fuck you, the skeleton dies. i felt bad about it after. but also emmrich becoming a lich was REALLY funny so i don't feel THAT bad.

TAASH: there is a good character in there underneath the corporate mandated HR meeting. another point where the script needs less handholding, more time to breathe, and more in depth exploration of the qun's take on gender, which in the past games i have found genuinely compelling, and gender in thedas in general (which the games already have a patchy track record on).

i was also mad at the game for so clearly flagging their mom's death, and it seemed so reversible because like... hi we have a party full of mages with healing magic what exactly is the issue here, BUT WHATEVERRRRRRRRRRR. (mommy, why didn't aerith use a phoenix down?)

i also have to apologize to Taash for completely ruining their life and making it hard to connect to anyone ever again by killing off Harding. i think it's crazy Harding got to spend her last months on the planet getting the daylights fucked out of her by someone who is at a rough estimate ten years her junior and twice her size, though, good for her.

post is already too long. i will post about my feelings on Solas, Lavellan, and Mythal some other time.

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Round 1 Side D

CrocoDragon edit made by @braindeadmaggot ���

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Crocodile x Dragon:

I love the crocomom theory which means these two must have got it on at some point. I think there's potential here.

they're Luffys parents

Even if Crocomom isn't cannon they'd still look good and have nice chemistry

I will live and die on the Crocomom hill and this is one of the requirements for it to be possible.

Propaganda for Doflamingo x Crocodile:

they had one interaction in the entire manga/show but it gave such Divorced vibes. they just kept staring and glaring at each other like,,, ok. they definitely have a History. doflamingo (depending on the translation) kept saying allusive things like “Let’s hook up!” and “You’re teaming up with Whitebeard? Don’t make me jealous!” like he has it down baddd for crocodile. also don’t get me started on when Oda drew a “What if they teamed up?” scenario where doflamingo has his arm around him, while crocodile wears both a flamingo and a crocodile wearing crowns on his jacket.

I just like awful dilfs in love 😔

two fuckin freaks lmfao

I like the potential for very toxic dynamics also the comedy of their clashing personalities

Honestly, I just think they’re really funny. Weirdass middle aged men, twice divorced, in spite of never being married in the first place. The drama and darkness of it all is great too; but mostly they’re funny.

Most divorced

I really feel like doflamingo flirting at marinford.

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

weirdass lesbian polycule b/w julia, reader, and ashley because as alfred pennyworth said: "some men just want to watcu the world burn"

if you can't do it then tis fine ^^

The forbidden prequel to the Yuri Square, the Lesbian Triangle of Doom

Julia x Ashley x Fem!Reader

Truly, your taste in women is enough to give someone whiplash

Looking at one of your girlfriends, it’s crystal clear why you love her to passersby

She’s soft spoken, polite, positively adorable- no doubt about it. Overall a wonderful woman

Meanwhile- your other girlfriend is a BPD nightmare

Ashley is loud, brash, acts first and doesn’t really dwell on the potential consequences- not to mention her….”insightful” personality

Though she doesn’t take kindly to the questions people have about your relationship

The comments can make her a bit insecure though- worried that you like Julia, or prefer her cause she’s “low-maintenance”

It couldn’t be further from the truth however

You love both your girlfriends

No matter how drastic their personalities are

Ashley clung to your arm, glaring daggers at the man Julia was profusely apologizing to for her outburst. A small altercation- mishearing a conversation you were having with him, believing he was speaking ill of her. So naturally she chewed him out….very publically you may add.

The three of you had decided on a nice walk, enjoy the scenery the best your miserable world would allow, but faith had other plans. And those plans involved calling a man more swears than you realized there were in the English dictionary.

Ashley grumbled, tightening her grip on your arm. You should be mad, should be reprimanding her for such an act but…

Goddammit she was cute.

Her cheek was pressed against your arm, squishing against it a little as she gave a disgruntled look towards the man- almost trying to intimidate him from where the two of you were standing. It was so cute, like an angry cat.

You couldn’t help but smile, running your hand through her hair to try and help soothe her. She initially flinched under your touch before accepting the affection. The scowl never completely left her face…but it definitely improved a little.

Julia rushed back over to the two of you, looking slightly less worried than she did earlier, “Okay! Good news!” She beamed, “The guy agreed not to sue us for Ashley calling his dead wife a maggot-infested, dead pig!”

“Hurray!” You raised the arm not occupied by your girlfriend in victory.

Ashley grimaced, but truth be told, she was a bit relieved to avoid trouble once again, “…wooooooo.”

Julia joined your other side, and you lowered your hand for her to take. Her approach was a lot gentler than Ashley’s, instead opting to gently take your hand into hers. She gave your hand a small squeeze before the three of you continued on your walk, chatting aimlessly with Julia while Ashley quietly listened- the scowl gradually disappearing in place of a small smile.

How the three of you ended up in this relationship is- beyond your understanding

Originally it was just you and Julia, having gotten together with a good while after her break up with Andrew

Though you’d been acquainted with her before then

You’d been aware of the dumpster fire that was her previous relationship, how she was harassed by Andrew’s sister into calling things off with him

And even then he was a flake with strange priorities

She only ever gave Andrew’s name, never once mentioning his sister’s

So it was a surprise to everyone when you learned that Ashley was the same one who previously harassed your girlfriend

You’d run into Ashley once while buying groceries, and you just kept bumping into it- strangely enough

Though she was fun to talk to, so you didn’t question how this woman just kept showing up wherever you went

Seems she found you to be fun as well

She made her advances pretty clear, even after you told her you had a girlfriend

You’ve had to reprimand her on personal space a lot during that initial friendship period

To make things worse for your conscious, you slowly caught feelings to

You talked with Julia about it, you’d told her about a new friend you made prior to this

It was a long talk, trying to figure out how to move forward and- explain your feelings

You still loved Julia- by gods you loved Julia. How could you not? She was just so sweet and beautiful and understanding and way too good for this shitty world

But what you chalked up to just- initial physical attraction to Ashley blossomed into something more complex

By the end of the talk, Julia wanted to meet Ashley. Get to know her before moving forward with any type of polygamous relationship

You’d all have dinner! Meeting up at your apartment and chatting on the way

….things couldn’t have gone more south.

You stood awkwardly between the two women, fidgeting with your hands nervously. Julia was partly hidden behind you while Ashley was standing in the doorway, scowling.

When she had arrived, both had very different reactions to the others; neither good. Julia went pale, looking like she saw a ghost, while Ashley had a scowl that was ice cold. No one had said anything, but just from the context clues…things didn’t look well.

Julia peered at Ashley from around your body, trembling. It was subtle, but given how close she was you could tell.

Ashley’s expression changed on a millisecond, sickeningly sweet as she grinned, “Well! Isn’t this such a small world..” you could feel the malice behind her voice.

“I…take it you two have already met?” You didn’t really know what to say in this moment.

Julia nodded, Ashley stepped closer.

“Awwww, what’s wrong Julia? I don’t bite~” She cocked her head to the side, trying to peer at Julia from her hiding spot, “Don’t you know it’s rude to ignore your guests?”

You turned to look back at Julia, she glanced back at you and then at the ground.

“Ashley is…Andrew’s sister…” she mumbled. It was the smallest bit of information, but it was enough for you to connect the dots.

Andrew’s sister harassed Julia. And unless he has another sister, then that means Ashley…

“Tattletale.” Ashley grumbled, crossing her arms, “Come onnn, I wasn’t being serious.”

“You told me to slit my wrists proper.”

Ashley made a few motions on her wrist with her finger, “Across the street for attention, down the street for results.”

Julia pulled up her sleeves instinctively. And well- you just about had enough.

“Okay, yeah- that’s it.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, “You’re gone.”

“What?”

“What?!”

Ashley looked shocked to say the least, eyes wide. She then narrowed her eyes, looking very angry.

“What do you mean ‘I’m gone’?!”

“I mean you’re gone,” you stood your ground, “You harassed and threatened my girlfriend.”

“I didn’t even threaten her!” Ashley claimed, balling her fists up in frustration. Her nails dug into her palms a little.

“You kinda did…” Julia pointed out, quietly…but she pointed it out.

“Bullshit!” Ashley’s voice caused Julia to flinch back in response, “And you’re not even dating Andrew anymore, so obviously I won’t do it again.”

“How do I know you won’t try to get me to break up with Y/N?…” your girlfriend pointed out again, holding on to your arm for moral support as she stood up for herself, “She told me you like her…”

“Tattletale for Tattletale I guess..” Ashley muttered.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Your voice was firm, leaving no one to question if you meant what you said or not, “I don’t want to be friends with you if you’re going to talk like that to Julia.”

Your statement seemed to have actually gotten a response out of Ashley. Wide eyes at the fear of losing you. She furrowed her brow and directed her pink gaze to the floor, thoughts swirling behind her eyes as she thought about this. You used this moment to silently console Julia, taking her hand into yours and kissing her forehead.

“Alright.” Ashley’s voice caused both of you to jump. Not cause it was angry, just cause she hadn’t spoken for a while.”

You tilted your head, “Alright?”

“Alright,” She crossed her arms once again, looking away, “I’ll behave. I won’t mess with Julia again.”

That was….surprisingly easy. Almost made you question the validity of her words. But further observation told your differently. Ashley was hard to read, yes- but she gave no indication that she was lying. She was looking directly at you, her expression not nervous or anything. In fact it didn’t look much of anything. You didn’t know what to make of it, so you turned to Julia.

Julia had also been studying Ashley. She let go of your arm, feeling a bit more confident in her words, “Why’d you change your mind all of a sudden? I thought you hated me?”

“I never hated you…” Ashley mumbled, “I just- didn’t want you dating my brother.” It felt like she had more to say on that, but she moved on, “And I don’t want to lose Y/N so…” she shrugged, “I won’t ‘threaten’ you.”

“The air quotes don’t make me very confident…”

You rescheduled lunch. You wanted to see if Ashley would make good on her promise to not harass Julia

And surprising both of you, she did.

It was like she was….actually making an effort to be nice to Julia when you all hung out

The two even talked on their own merit, sometimes!

After learning what Ashley had done, it took you a while to reconsider your feelings.

Even if they were still there, which they were, did you even want to date the woman who hurt your girlfriend

Julia had to give you the okay, when she was ready of course. She took longer to come to terms with Ashley than you did

You all had that lunch, and had the conversation you wanted to have originally

Is this the healthiest relationship? No

Ashley still has her moments, and has to be reminded a lot of what she promised

But, you’re willing to brave those storms

Because the outcome is….peaceful. Surprisingly.

Maybe you can convince both of your girlfriends to get therapy so things can be peaceful more often…