#like no fuckin idea what he would look like but if we ever get cat masks That Is Absolutely Happening

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

LIKE A LOVE SONG- JOSH WASHINGTON

pairing: best friend!josh x fem!reader

word count- noo idea yet... writing this rn

summary: you and josh have been best friends for years, and the crush youve had on him hasnt subsided. things are all fine and dandy, until one night, the cat is pulled out of the bag...

warnings: implied SMUT, hella dirty talk, voygerism, dry humping, josh being a huge tease, pet names, some mocking, reader and josh are intoxicated, biting, etc etc

notes: hey so i need this man sexually! thats it thats all, im gonna open my account up to write for more fandoms and hop around:) just testing out the waters with this one

"josh we are sooo gonna get caught.." you slurred, hiccuping with a giggle as he tugged your arm, pulling you down the empty hallway, leaving your scattered friendgroup behind in the abyss.

a glint was in his eye as he looked back at you, full of mischief and hunger, and you couldn't help but bat your eyelashes at him. he was so dreamy it was making you swoon.

you had always thought he was beautiful- like a dream come alive. ever since he had accidently bumped into you during freshman year of college, you had be under his trance.

"shit, shit i'm so sorry, i shouldve watched where i was going. are you okay?" he had asked as he quickly bent down to help you gather your spilled papers. it was straight out of a chick flick, and you had finally felt like the main character instead of the extra.

he made you feel so special, always making flirty comments (though he did that with everyone), and giving you looks that had your head spinning.

tonight was no different.

the booze in your system made you extra giddy, and you felt his grip tighten as the two of you neared an empty bedroom down the hall.

not a doubt had passed through your mind when josh asked if you wanted to escape from the group for a while- clearly a bit intoxicated, but still stable enough to make a coherent decision. not in a million years would you pass up a chance to be alone with him.

"isn't that what makes it so much more fun?" he cooed, tugging you into the empty room, slamming the door behind you with a whoosh. without a second to gather your breath he had pinned you back against the door, hand darting out to turn the lock.

"do you actually-" you hiccuped nervously. "-wanna do something with me? do you wanna have sex?" you giggled, your bluntness making him laugh.

"yes, i wanna have sex with you. i have for years. is that okay?"

your eyes widened. did this man just say for years?

"oh."

he bit his lip, eyes roaming down your body, stopping to admire every trance from under your fitted clothes. "you gonna let me fuck you? or are you too scared chris is gonna wanna join in?"

"oh shut up."

he smirked, breath hot and heavy on your skin as he placed a soft kiss on your collarbone, nipping it with his teeth enough to make you hiss in shock.

"he does, cause you're so sexy. like a porn star. you have such a tight bod. wonder if your pussy is just as tight."

his dirty talk had your face heating, brain turning to mush as you moaned, leaning into his touch.

"you know how much i've wrapped my hands around my cock wishinng it was you? too many times." you squealed as he bit down on your neck, hard, hard enough to make a mark for anyone with a set of eyes to see, but you didnt care.

"j-josh fuck i-"

"whats up baby? need some cock to make you think straight? you've been giving me those pretty googly eyes all night, thinking i haven't noticed. so naive." he cooed as you ran your fingers through his hair, back arching into his touch as his large hands traveled down to your thighs before swooping you up so you clung wrapped around his torso.

"you're so fuckin hot. makes me so hard just thinking of you."

you rutted against him, sighing at the friction it caused, sending shocks down your spine stright to your core. his lips found yours, teeth and tounge clashing, nothing nice about the kiss. it was rough and hard and full of need.

"fuckin pathetic, humping me like some bitch in heat." he growled, his mocking turning you on even more. you reached down, struggling to tug at his belt, needing it off.

the less layers between you two- the better.

you gasped as your wooden support was removed, as he took you over and tossed you down on the bed with ease- as if you were a doll. you barely had a second to look at him before he was on top of you, smirk coy as he rutted his denim clothed cock on your cunt, already soaked through your shorts and tights.

he was toying with you.

"im gonna fuck you so hard you're not gonna be able to walk for days." he murmred, lifting your hips up as he tugged at your bottoms, nearly ripping them in half.

"then how are you gonna explain to the group why you're limping around like some fawn hm? cause joshey fucked you so good and so deep and your tight little cunt couldnt take it."

[hai7ani]

Haitani Rindou, Me and My Girlfriend Tokyo Revengers' Ending Special

Your birthday is cold. The wind is big and your jacket is not doing its job good enough. Orangey leaves fall from the trees and they land on your heads. Sweet potatoes have never tasted so sweet before, but he thinks your smile is sweeter.

Tokyo has been getting pretty cold these days, but Rindou is always warm.

"It's soooo cold." You hide your face into his much thicker jacket and mewl like a sweet little kitten seeking for warmth. He reels your body in closer to wrap his arms around your figure, tight. "Told'cha to wear the other jacket." He sways you both around lightly. Your paper bag from Chrome Hearts is heavy and he grabs it off your fingers.

"But I wanted to wear this one for today. You got it for me." You sneak a peek from his chest to look at his face. He rolls his eyes in faux annoyance as you smile cheekily.

Draken is not happy with what he's seeing.

"What the hell? Did this guy just skip the gang meeting to date? That's some lame shit." He clicks his tongue, irritated. A thick vein bulges from his forehead and he starts stomping towards you both, who're standing under a tree all cuddled up together and so, so cozy 一 it's such an eye-sore.

Emma stops him before he can get any closer. "Oh, leave them alone, would you? Let them date in peace. Haitani Ran attended the meeting anyway!" She scolds, hands on her hips. Senju drags along Hinata with sparkly eyes and a wide-open mouth. "Ehhh? She's so pretty! They look so good together."

"Hah? Ya tellin' me four eyes' got a girlfriend?!" Hakkai's strikingly blue eyes almost falls out of his sockets as he witness the scene before him: you're stepping on your tippy toes to place a smooch on Rindou's cheek sweetly, and he's actually smiling like a damn fool. Sanzu only snarls 一 a common reaction for a guy who's just broken up with his girlfriend, while Hanma is busy smirking as he lights up a cigarette. "He's got some balls showing up here all lovey-dovey." ...He'd just broken up with his girlfriend, too.

Mitsuya snickers, "they've been together for a very long time already, I'm surprised you lot just found out about this," while Souya and Nahoya seem normal about it. "Do you guys not follow his SoundCloud? He makes a lot of songs for her. He shared his link with us willingly, too."

Chifuyu pitches in. "Last week they visited the pet shop to get some cat supplies, and he pretended not to know me with his nose up high, but he made me give him a staff discount while she was busy playing with Peke J. Evil person, I say." Baji smacks the back of his head, "that's just you, dude. He said hi to me and Kazutora." The said man raises his hand as a confirmation.

Inui's face does not change. "Draken wasn't around so he doesn't know, but they both came by D&D the other day to make me check on his car. We don't fix cars, bruh, but he still left with his engine problem solved. No idea how, 'cause I didn't do shit. Goofy guy."

Kokonoi sighs. "It's been ages since they've been doing this, guys. Has no one ever realised the freaking hickeys on his neck? He's fuckin' cocky 'bout 'em too."

But as always, Draken is quick to get pissed off even with reason. He scoffs, "So what? We meet up just once a week to talk about the gang. Is it so hard to show up for just two hours every Sunday?"

...Mikey is always faster. He's already looming over you both (in his head he is) while the others are still busy busting their heads over you two.

"You." His voice is flat and his eyes are squinted, very annoyed. He looks like a grumpy child pissed that he didn't get a souvenir from his classmate. It doesn't help that he is much shorter than your boyfriend as well.

"What the hell are you doing here? If you wanna skip a meeting at least don't show up at our venue to show off. Are you asking for a beating?"

You poke your head out from his jacket just enough to take a quick look at Mikey who is standing behind you both, arms crossed while tapping his feet on the ground. Rindou turns his head and eyes the growing crowd who're slowly circling around you both.

Shion and Izana shrug simultaneously with their hands in the air when Rindou glares at them. 'We didn't say shit,' but his best friend mouths to him anyway, 'dumbass'. And for once, Kakucho is laughing.

From the corner of his eyes he can see Ran slowly approach you both, left behind by the crowd while sucking on a popsicle at this weather like the maniac he is. He quickly stands properly to fix on your clothing gently without letting you go from the confines of his jacket 一 to keep you warm like the loving boyfriend he is or to keep your face hidden like the petty boyfriend he is, you're not too sure.

He faces the crowd with you hiding behind his back, eyes wide as you listen.

"It's my girl's birthday today." He simply mutters, loud enough for the crowd to hear. No attitude, no eye roll 一 just five words, plain and simple.

"Huh?" The steam rising off of Mikey's head vanishes like a fire being put off by water, and Draken's expression significantly drops. He immediately coughs into his fist and bows a little when he sees you looking at him, pretty eyes folded into thin crescents as you pat on your boyfriend's back a little, whispering into his ear to ease up.

"What? I can't take you out to shop on your birthday now?" He says it to you with the expression of a sad little mistreated puppy and you try your best to shut him up while laughing. "Yes, yes you can. Now quiet, be nice to them." You say between giggles.

"Sorry. Happy birthday." Mikey immediately apologises, dazed. You snicker against Rindou's back and try your hardest to nod as a courtesy with your face half-hidden.

He still has something to say, though 一 like the big boy who doesn't like being misunderstood that he is 一 despite your best efforts on making him play nice and not be rude to his friends.

"I didn't come all the way here to show off, baka. We're waiting for this guy to celebrate together." He explains, one finger pointing to his nonchalant brother, as you both meet with Ran under the lamppost.

"And, dating isn't lame. Still being single is." His gaze switches to Emma who is playing with the buttons of her cardigan silently behind Draken, with a teasing smirk on his face.

"Asshole-"

"Bye. Don't follow us." He mocks the way Draken's mouth moves with a grin and you hit his arm while lightly bowing to the others as a goodbye.

"She looks so familiar." Takemichi whispers as he watch the three of you take off, and Hinata hums for him to continue. "I feel like I've seen her before."

Mikey looks at him with a soft smile on his face, as he takes a glance back at the rest who are still discussing about you two. They're all loud and boisterous, but they're having fun, and they're alive.

And suddenly the wires connect in his head.

Yeah, that's right. In the timeline before this, the timeline before that, and in all the timelines he's met with the Haitani Brothers, he's seen you too. You and Rindou side by side, and you're always together with Ran. You and him were never together before this because of your disapproval on their dangerous gang activities, but you are together now, in this timeline, where Ran and Rindou aren't just juvie kids and they're no longer cold-blooded murderers.

Mikey knows that too.

"Finally a happy timeline, right, Takemicchi?"

i'm extremely late to this but happy 2 years since tr ended and also not much tags cus idk what this is honestly. just read for fun LOL :p

[st4rgrl4l1f3]

Stupid stuff I think the 141 would do if they all lived together

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Underwear. Who’s is who’s. They all have a red, black, blue and gray pair. Soap may have a pair with the Scottish flag on it.

“I FORGOT WHO WEARS AN XL” Soap would scream from downstairs.

“I DO” Ghost would reply.

“…fatass.”

“I heard that.”

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Most random shit in the fridge. Why is the fridge nothing but the cheese drawer and beer?…Okay, let’s check the cupboards. There’s fruit snacks and one of those gallon buckets of goldfish. Okay. Another cupboard. Four cups, four bowls, four plates…The silverware looks the same.

“Why don’t we have food in the kitchen? What happened to the groceries I bought??” Gaz is terrified. He was gone for a week.

“Soap ate it all, and Ghost followed. ‘Saw a cat outside, figured I’d feed it. Now it’s comin back with ‘er kids…” Price says, that last part more quiet than his first two sentences.

“…Is this your idea of groceries?” Gaz looks at Soap, Ghost, and Price.

All three of them in unison, “…Yes.”

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Sleeping in the most random places. Why is Gaz halfway on the couch, halfway on the floor? Soap is drooling all over the couch, Ghost is passed out beside his bed, and Price still has his gear on, sleeping beside his rifle, hat halfway on.

Waking up with a sore back, Gaz opens his eyes. Yawning and wincing at the ache right in the middle of his back, he gets up, holding his back like an old man, and cracks it.

“Well good Lord in Heaven, lad, ye nearly broke yer own back crackin it like that.”

Gaz turns around, Soap is holding up his head with his hand, Mohawk all outta whack. Gaz gives him a small “g’mornin.” Before fixing himself breakfast (tap water and cheese from the cheese drawer)

Ghost wakes up, crawls in his bed and falls back asleep. He sleeps like a log.

Price wakes up, oh God, his back hurts. Maybe it was because of all the gear he still has on. He strips himself of it and puts on a gray t-shirt and some sweats. (He still has his hat on???)

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Coming home drunk. Holy fuck. Uber loaded with grown ass men laughing about the man that was break-dancing on the table so hard that tears were coming out.

“Yaswereslads gonna make me fuckin cry you know wha I sayin I’m fuckin dead lads, oh shite—“ Soap says, all in one string of words. His accent really comes out when he’s drunk.

“‘T was like he was-wheeze-goin in slow motion when he fell-Another wheeze” Ghost cannot hold his laugh back. He wheezes.

Gaz is looking straight forward, nearly drooling.

Price is listening to Soap and Ghost shit themselves laughing as he silently laughs, gasps of air every five seconds. Even the Uber is laughing.

“Have you ever seen a breakdance?” Gaz says, chatting up the Uber who’s trying to keep his composure.

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Discussing pets.

“Can we PLEASE get a dog??” Soap is pleading with Gaz.

“Soap. Look at the fridge. All we have is beer and cheese.”

“The cheese drawer is a necessity. So is the beer.”

“No- listen. You get half decent groceries without me helping, we’ll get a puppy.”

“Hey, wait, can we get a snake—“

“Fuck no we’re not getting a snake, Ghost. What, make you feel at home?”

“I’m not Australian, Soap.”

Price and Gaz look at each other, wide eyed at their stupidity. They rub their temples, trying to genuinely find the brain in their words.

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Microwaveable things.

“Can I microwave this bowl?”

“No, Ghost.”

“Uhhh, pretty sure you can.”

“Why did you ask, then??”

“Just cuz.”

Price goes back to his dad show.

“JOHN?”

“YEAH?”

“…YOU WERE RIGHT. MY BOWL MELTED.”

“Oh for fucks-“

“Yer brain is fuckin mush, lad, how’d you not know you can’t microwave that?” Soap laughs at Ghosts misery, his soup gone to waste.

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[crtstormie]

Loser, baby reprise idea

If we get a reprise of loser, baby in season 2 I want it to be the opposite of the original song.

like wether that be something going on with alastor, his gambling/ alcohol tendencies, or the fact that he hates he’s a winged cat. Maybe, if we wanna be angsty, all three. 

Like how the OG song was a combination of ANGEL’s relationship with VAL, his self destructing habits like drugs and alcohol, and his self hatred for his body and being a toy for Val, (or a PET, like how Alastor sees husk!) 

And then I believe this would take place somewhere more personal like in a enclosed room or bathroom or even at the hotel bar, where the OG was in a messy open setting on some rando street.

Preferably it would be later in the season so there would be a bigger break and relationship development to help the reprise hit harder since it has ALREADY become their song. (And to help the pacing)

So husk would be all down in the dumps and Angel would lift him up the same way Husk did to him all those months ago but since then, their relationship has become deeper and sweeter so it would be slightly more… cute? 

Like I don’t want something as light as the more than anything reprise compared to the original song where it just becomes lighter and more natural, no.

I want it to be sweeter in a way where it reflects how these two are still struggling together, are still losers together but it’s become less insulting and more lighthearted and teasing. like we already see in episode 8 that the losers thing has become a cute lil joke. 

So, it developed even more to where the reprise makes it genuinely sweet while not dumbing down on the purpose of the original song? That would be PERFECTION.

It would be shorter than the og since it is a reprise, and it would NOT be where they kiss. I have many ideas for when they kiss (if they even do cuz omg I love slow burns but idk if I could wait ANOTHER season if we even get a S3) probably about a minute long like the other reprises.

Since I’m so hyperfixated on this idea, I already imagine the main line is changed ever so slightly. 

Instead of ‘you’re A loser baby,’ it’s something super sappy and romantic like ‘you’re MY loser, baby,’ and they would both joke about how soft and stupid they’ve become?!?! I would MELTTTT.

I highly doubt if this were to happen these would be the lyrics by here’s my idea of how it would kinda go 

Angel to husk: so things look bad, and you’re back’s against the wall… *much slower, lighter, softer.

You’re whole existence seems, fuckin’ hopeless..

You’re feelin’ filthy as a {I feel like they would change the lyric here, but it would depend on the context and setting to make it work. Like how the og was outside a gross bar, the line ‘dive bar bathroom stall’ fit for that situation. Or it’s just a general metaphor and I’m insane.}

Can’t face the world sober, and dopeless… [ok imagine instead if it getting higher here like the OG song it gets LOWER? It would be a nice change for a reprise : o]

You’ve lost.. you’re way… but you know you’re life ain’t wrecked {There’s two ways the buildup to the chorus rewrite could go. - 

They could keep it the same, or change it up in a way to where Angel is referring to how Husk already helped him through this and this situation and how he knows it’s pointless to dwell. Which is why he’s helping husk now with the same problem, but he’s just a dumbass because he knows this! Reflecing on the original song idea of ‘yeah you’re pathetic but so am I with you’ kinda mentality.}

So I guess we’re correct… {or, as I originally said, OG lyrics BASED ON story context. Obviously idk what S2 is gonna be like lol}

You’re my loser, baby, my loser, goddamn baby you’re my fucked up little whiney bitch, you’re a loser just like me.

*And I would adore it if husk just did a sarcastic scoff and said ‘thanks asshole’*

You’re my screws-loose boozer and only one star reviewser [this line on they would sing it togetherrr]

You’re a {Depending on if the OG song was saying that Husk was also a power bottom and that was his company or if he just generally had company is still unclear to me, so they could hypothetically keep that line or take a spin on it where they joke about, say, husk being a submissive top? I’m just flowing with ideas gosh} [I wouldn’t be able to make a clever rhyme for that joke except for this so why not] >>>>>>

You’re a sub top at/off the highest rooftop, but you’ve got company~* in a more flirty and teasing tone cuz husk was also teasing him a lot in loser, baby* 

I will not explain the joke but it’s pretty self explanatory [The roof is considered either the most empty or luxurious part of a building, it can also be roofs, flying, wings I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS! And off if we want be a lil… dark if we ain’t referring to flying 🤨] 

|Anyways I ain’t no professional songwriter in any way that’s just a little personal dumb line|

And then it would end! Like I said not in a kiss like the more than anything reprise cuz I don’t really want another chaggie parallel? (Not saying the chaggie and huskerdust parallels are bad it’s just parallels between the f/f couple and m/m couple when they’re both very different I don’t want to be many) - 

I think it would be a hug or a soft snuggle or something more simple get intimate like that : P since Angel needs sweet stuff not more ‘sexual’ :/ advancements.

Or this whole thing is pointless cuz the point of the song was Husk telling Angel once and for all that he’s not alone and they wouldn’t need to bring it up again? But we already got the instrumental so there’s slight hope…

Anyways, if we were to get a loser baby reprise that is just my personal idea of what I think would happen! Obviously the second season is already written but if something even remotely similar happens to this I will be happy. Hell maybe I was right on point but it’s highly unlikely haha

Toodles~ |I didn’t write this at 2 am instead of sleeping on a school night cuz I had 2 assignments due whatttt|

[the-kr8tor]

we need a Blob and Hobie alliance for like one thing they're tryna get from R, similar to Crowley and Hobie Of course this alliance is going to last from a few minutes to an hour or two depending on how stubborn R is, I feel like... After the tea has been spilled however they're going right back to bickering... "I made em spill, actually. you were just backup" (Angry bhbhbhhbhbhb noises) "shut up thats not true"

Yay Blob request! Thank you, angel ❤️

Paring: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Blob the symbiote cat AU, cat symbiote AU, CW description of illness. FLUFF

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“You're sick, love.” Hobie says whilst he leans on the doorway of your makeshift office, aka your dark room that has your ac blasting and your humidifier blowing right across your sweaty, puckered face. “Rest, you can finish that tomorrow.”

“‘m not sick.” You declare, clearly sick, nose congested, sneeze rising up to your throat. “I have to finish this today so I have a free day tomorrow—!” A loud sneeze interrupts your sentence. The noise finally awakens the beast on your lap. Your typing hand briefly brushes along Blob's slime-like body, black tendrils wrapping along your wrist as if he's trying to keep your hand in place. But alas, you have work to do. “Sorry, Blobie, pet later okay?”

The alien snaps his big milky eyes wide open, disgruntled is an understatement, he expects to be coddled the second he wakes up. He meows, agitated, a deep roar that doesn't even faze you.

“In a minute, Blob.” Blob, you haven't called him that since he tried to bite a chuck off of Hobie's guitar. Speaking of said man, he saunters inside, eyebrows furrowed. Blob would open his maw at the close proximity of Hobie, but the alien has been around you two long enough to notice what's happening. Blob's big eyes flick between your sickly form to Hobie's concerned ones.

“At least drink some meds.” The foil packaging crinkles as he places it next to your laptop. A second later a cup of water that has you looking up at him through the thick fog of fever. “Drink—”

“I'm not sick.” You stubbornly huff.

Hobie sighs, palm reaching down to your clammy forehead. Within a second, your fever seeps through his skin, searing heat making him flinch away and has him more worried. “Love, drink, please.”

Blob, ever the sweetheart (just for you) leaps up to your keyboard, blank eyes staring at you intensely. He opens his mouth, jagged rows of teeth showing, long snake-like tongue flicking from side to side.

“Are you threatening to eat me, Blob?” You sniff, glaring at the blobby alien in front of you. “I'm working right now, so can you two please give me some space?” Your tone isn't even angry nor convincing. Yet, the two rivals move away from your feverish form.

Blob shuts his large mouth, hopping away, looking back once before following Hobie outside. Hobie keeps a close eye on you through the open door while he grows wary of the alien that is conveniently near biting distance from his ankles.

Leaning on the back of the settee, arms folded over his chest, Hobie thinks of a way to get you to finally rest. Or at least take some medicine. To his surprise, Blob hops right next to him. He sits all prim and proper on the back of the couch, white eyes narrowed at your hunched form.

Hobie nods once at the so-called cat, “you got any ideas?”

Blob doesn't hiss, or even scowl at him. Instead, he meows lowly, still vastly different from a regular cat's tone but close to it.

“You've got an idea then?”

Blob's black gooey tendrils inch closer to Hobie, to which he flinches away. “No, never in a million fuckin' years. Get a better idea, you parasite.”

Blob chirps, a sound that Hobie has never heard the alien make. He thinks you've never heard of it too. He blinks, smirking. “Can you do that again?”

With a Cheshire cat smile, Blob looks at Hobie mischievously.

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You have no idea how you got into bed with the covers properly tucked around you. A minute ago you were cooing at the chirping Blob, his eyes were so cute that you forgot that he can wrap you around his tendrils. With your vision filled with nothing but black gooey skin, you blink and suddenly you're in bed with a thermometer in your mouth.

Hobie checks your temperature whilst you wrap your mind around at what happened. Blob is on your chest, guarding over you as if you can move under the thick blankets.

���38.5.” Hobie winces. Eyes full of worry, Blob sports the same look, he lays down on top of you, blinking slowly, tails tucked under him.

You frown, feeling the heat under your eyes, “I'm sick.” Finally admitting your illness.

“I know you are, love.” Hobie brings his palm over your cheek, his cool skin grants you reprieve from the fever clawing at your body. You lean into his touch, nodding as he gives you your medicine. “Sleep, we'll be 'ere when you wake up.”

As you drift off to sleep, head laying on Hobie's thigh while he soothingly rubs your head, Blob purrs on top of you, tongue peeking between his sharp teeth. His eyes says it all, “no thank you?”

“You were a good distraction,” Hobie whispers.

Blob stands up, eyes narrowed into slits, huffing and puffing angrily.

“Fine, thank you.” Hobie scoffs the words out. Blob makes biscuits on top of the thick blanket, nails purposely digging into the cloth, stitches coming undone. “C’mon, that's my favourite, you fuckin' gremlin.”

[amorest-viesse]

[LOST GARDEN] - Siams 4★ Card Story Translation

Ft. Shin & Bizele

Stray Cats Loneliness

[Lost Garden]

Shin: —Hey, useless piece of shit.

Siams: …The fuck do you want?

Shin: What did you say to me? After I wasted all this time tracking you down?

Shin: Only to find you jackin’ around doing nothing? Get your ass back to the atelier now.

Siams: What’s it to you? If you don’t wanna do it, then just stop followin’ me around.

Shin: But then Sirius is gonna keep pestering me until I do. You know how he is.

Shin: Nothing gets through that thick fucking skull of yours does it? …Ugh, now I’m pissed off…

Siams: …

Siams: (—With how prickly he gets, you’d think this guy would’ve bitten back by now, but he always follows Sirius’ orders to a tee.)

Siams: (I used to think it was some kinda devotion thing, but it seems like he’s got other reasons too.)

Shin: Ugh, I soo need a caramel macchiato right now. Let’s get one before heading back.

Siams: Why are you draggin’ me into this? I’m not takin’ some annoying ass detour.

Siams: Get it yourself. I’m headin’ back.

Shin: Well, I don’t wanna!

Siams: Wh—

Shin: I don’t wanna go by myself! You’re coming too!

Shin: Don’t leave me alone…

Siams: …

Siams: (Every so often he gets like this.)

Siams: (At first I thought I was dealin’ with a completely different person, but I’m more or less used to it by now.)

Siams: (...Still, what is up with the switcheroo?)

Shin: C’mon Siamsy, let’s go get a caramel macchiato together ♪

Siams: Are you like, a legit psycho, or somethin’?

Shin: Hm? Did you say something?

Siams: Uh, nope…

Siams: (What’s so wrong with bein’ alone, anyways?)

Siams: (I’ve never had a problem with it, so what kinda place did this guy grow up in?)

Shin: Hmhmhmm, caramel macchia~tos ♪ Maybe I should get Sirius something too.

Siams: (Did he use to have someone lookin' out for him…?)

Siams: (It’s not like I’ve ever asked him about his childhood… Though it’s not like I’ve cared much either.)

Shin: Ooh, some ice cream would be nice too. What do you think?

Siams: (...Yeah, I still don’t care.)

Siams: Do whatever you want.

Shin: Are you even listening to me!? It’s a yes or no question!

Siams: (............So annoying…….)

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[Atelier]

Siams: Bi—zele… Bi—zele?

Siams: (I can’t believe he wandered off again…)

Siams: (Though he does always come back if I wait…)

Siams: (Is this how that fuckin’ narcissist feels about me?)

Siams: (Nah, there’s no way. This is a totally different situation.)

Siams: (What am I doing? I gotta keep looking for Bizele—)

???: Mess up my clothes and we’ll see how many lives you’ve really got.

Siams: …?

Shin: Dumbass cat. You have no idea how filthy you are, do you?

Shin: Humans gotta shower every day to get clean, but cats only get a wash every now and then… What’s up with that?

Bizele: Meow~

Shin: It’d be one thing if you stayed inside all the time, but you’re always wandering off wherever you please. Who knows what you get up to out there…

Shin: Haven’t you brought home dead rats before too!? That was seriously gross…

Shin: Ugh, I can’t with you… Just thinking about all the dirt you’re tracking in gives me chills.

Bizele: Meow.

Shin: Agh!!

Shin: Did you just step on my shoes, you overgrown rat!?

Shin: Looks like you do need to be taught a lesson…

Siams: Bizele!

Shin: Is that you, Siamsy?

Siams: Touch him and you’re the one who’s gonna need 9 lives.

Shin: …

Bizele: Mi~aow.

Shin: Kyaha! The fuck was that? Kitty love? Or are you actually the family type?

Shin: I didn’t know you were capable of that. Got me re~al good.

Siams: …What are you going on about?

Shin: Did you actually think I’d kill your kitty?

Shin: What kind of freak kills a cat? I wouldn’t sink that low.

Siams: …

Shin: You’ve got a real helicopter parent, kitty. And all we were doing was playin’ around.

Bizele: Meow~...

Siams: Ah! Bizele.

Shin: Oh, will you look at that? Looks like he wants to be with me today. Guess my charm works even on a cat ♪

Bizele: Meow~

Shin: If I was serious about killing him, he’d already be long dead.

Shin: You really are a useless piece of shit if you didn’t realize that. Kyahaha  ♪

Siams: …

♡♥♡

Siams: (No matter how much time I spend around that damn narcissist…)

Siams: (I don’t think I’ll ever get him.)

Siams: (...Not that I care to in the first place.)

Bizele: Meow~...

Siams: Oh, Bizele. Are you takin’ a nap too?

Siams: C’mere. It’s warmer.

Bizele: Mi~aow

Siams: (I dunno the first thing about family…)

Siams: (But I guess it is nicer sleepin’ with Bizele than alone…)

[blood-grove]

(Pup) Kid stuck in tree

dog!ghost + child!reader

662 words

tw; none

summary; humans little blunt claws can get them anywhere (maybe we should buy locks or chop down trees)

God fucking damn it.

What is with his weird human thing and getting into places they shouldn't be.

First off, They fucking somehow ended up in the garage and on top of one of the highest shelves almost all of Nik's things strewn about on the floor all because Price had revoked some of there toys.

Another thing apparently humans even when there as young as Pup are very clever and are quick to find out where they hid the sweets he remember Gaz's tired expression in the early morning as he dragged them back to there room by the scruff Pup later on getting a scolding. And now Ghost felt like he should give up now,

Staring up into the tree that the fucking pup had gotten themselves into, How? He didn't fuckin' know but they were stuck whimpering like a newborn as he sighed trotting over.

"How the hell did you climb this.." Ghost groaned as he looked around the tree looking for some possible way they used there blunt little claws and flat feet to get up there. "I- I don't knoww-" You whined sniffling as you clung onto the thick branch refusing to look down trembling.

Ghost sighed heavily as he got a good look at where they were as he propped himself up on his hind legs front ones supporting himself against the tree taking a moment to consider his options,

He could one go and get anyone fucking else to deal with this,

Two leave them there (Heh),

And three have pity on the idiotic Pup and help them down..somehow.

Two sounds pretty good.

So why was he climbing the tree claws digging into the tough bark using the stronger branches to help his ascend pulling himself onto the branch they had clung too rolling his eyes ever so slightly flinching as they let go of the branch and clung onto me.

"T-Thank you!-"

"Don't thank me we haven't even gotten down.." "Oh"

Yeah to say the least he didn't plan this out well he had no idea how he'd guide them down maybe carry them? No they were almost as heavy as e was the added weight would make any grip he had.

To say the least he was thoroughly embarrassed as Gaz let up the self rising ladder, In other news Soap was also in the tree with them now daft bastard had gotten spooked his excuse for coming up and getting stuck as well (also for adding pressure to the branch Ghost doubt could hold much) was that we looked like two giant cats and not wanting a repeat of what happened back a few months ago he had to check first.

I think I may retire I'm getting to old for this shit Pup was at least more grateful than Soap both of them were basically children.

Thought it was nice to see a little drawing of him with a cape at his door the next morning, He tucked it away in his drawer and he stretched getting on with his 'absurd' early morning routine no one should be awake really other than Price but all he found was Pup in the main room asleep having clearly tried to stay awake long enough to see him if the several drawings on him were a clue.

Picking Pup up was relatively easy trying not to wake them as he carried them by the scruff back to there bed pulling the covers over them and the extra ones too the lack of fur always made them worry about the upcoming winter months they'd been having special clothes made for them of course but that was a surprise.

What also was a surprise was Pups arms wrapping around him gently mumbling about staying, Which he thought about and said no.

Laying down as they lightly hugged him it didn't take much for them to fall asleep entirely.

Maybe he could sleep in for another hour.

[satoruhour]

What do you think about gojo begging reader for a duck lmao? Maybe he wants kids but reader thinks 20 is too young so now he really wants a duck?

a/n: anon u so fuckin real for this, enjoy !!!! had lots of fun writing this / tagging my gojo luvers @jabamin @hyomagiri @crysugu @satohruu

yeah. yeah he would.

would be so eager about it too, like arent you fathering megumi and tsumiki ??? dude

my hc is that yes he took them in around 18 and you were already together with him and getting used to taking care of the two kids

but he would randomly get baby fever while seeing you be so caring and loving to the two, and not to mention for the first two years megumi usually stuck by you LMAOOO

tsumiki warms up to gojo more or less but theres still some barrier between gojo and the kids

so one day while youre both waiting for megumi and tsumiki at their school two years later he randomly announces in his annoying voice that “we should make a baby!!!!”

god the faces of all the parents waiting together with them 😭😭😭 and it’s so funny too cause it’s implied in S1 the siblings walk home together without a guardian and they would do perfectly fine without the two of you.

and bc of megumi’s usual embarrassment of gojo (and sometimes you) he tells you two to stay home cause he knows where you guys live but gojo just HAD to bring you here today bc he finished a mission nearby (lies. his fav kikufuku store opened an outlet near the school) and whats wrong with wanting to see the kids ya know

but anyway you seized his arm and slapped it just as the kids were coming out and shoved him so hard he almost fell. he fake cried that night in your arms and megumi made sure to ban you both from visiting both their schools ever again (it was right next to each other)

it doesnt seem to affect gojo much however until megumi brings home a consent slip for a farm excursion and hes like sure! he goes on the website of the farm and gets a splendid idea

well, splendid by his standards, but terrible by yours

[9:50am, delivered]: satoru i almost couldn’t find ur contact why did u change it 😭😭😭

[9:56am, satoru the bestest and coolest 🩵]: DAMN? why ??? curse me for wanting a cute name on my baby’s phone.

you literally saved me as “gojo satoru”

[9:57am, delivered]: bc thats literally ur name u fucking loser ????? 

[9:59am, satoru the bestest and coolest 🩵]: photo attached

[10:01am, delivered]: you went finding for that pic didnt you 

you’re so engrossed in the conversation (or rather, you making fun of him), pausing so intently that the person behind you has to ask you to move so you can order some damn mochi for your sweets-obsessed boyfriend. but before you can open your mouth to tell the cashier what you wanted, there’s another text that comes in and you’re torn between confusion and incredulity.

[10:01am, satoru the bestest and coolest 🩵]: also can we get a duck

[10:02am, satoru the bestest and coolest 🩵]: and NO i dont mean a fuck you dirty girl muhahah i know you thought that

eh, well, maybe you did.

[10:02am, satoru the bestest and coolest 🩵]: please pleasp eeplelasepplea

and also, you think that maybe you didn’t really want to buy kikufuku for your boyfriend anymore.

gojo is elated later when you hand him the bag of mochi from his favourite store, him still following you around like a puppy, looking almost comical with his tall figure crouching so low.

“so?”

“we are not getting a duck, satoru,” you sigh with your hands on your hips because when gojo begs like that it’s just so adorable, but the other doesn’t let up, using his blue-eyed charm on you and you hate to admit that it’s working — except maybe you would give in if it was a cat or a dog or even a hamster.

“a duck?”

gojo shoots up immediately and you’re reminded of his impending height compared to yours, “yes!”

“no!”

your boyfriend pouts again and reverts to his submission-to-you pose as tsumiki likes to call it, “pleaseee?”

you make a big dramatic out of thinking, “hm, get on your knees.”

gojo’s surprised but he does it without a second thought and you’re taken aback just a little at his obedience. if this was the way to get him to properly wash the kids’ clothes or to clean up after eating in the messiest way known to man, you’d get him to do it all the time, but you’re snapped out of your little realisation when megumi opens the door, tsumiki next to him giggling non-stop — the excursion bus probably had dropped them off on the front porch.

“what’s going on?” you’d think it was the other way round: the two siblings being the responsible adults whilst you two were acting like kids, especially with the way megumi asks the question. gojo isn’t phased.

“trying to convince your surrogate mother here,” gojo nudges his head toward you with a slight scowl on his face, “to get us a duck.” your hand lands a smack against the back of his neck.

megumi pulls a face and tsumiki only laughs even more and starts to nudge megumi with choked laughter, seeing his hands start to form a sign: his rabbit, no, divine dogs shikigami—

four ducks start materialising from shadows, crowding around the two of you and bombarding you with both quacks and playful nips on your skin and your temporary anger with your boyfriend fades, focusing on the seemingly happy faces of the ducks and the way they waddle. you’re stuck in between laughter and the softness of their feathers until—

“oh, this is their natural state, but they turn into angry, sorta scary geese on command too, although i haven’t really gotten the hang on it—”

gojo’s eyes widen, “megs, no!”

needless to say, megumi sits a little sheepishly later as he watches gojo clean up your scratches and mild wounds, getting a well-deserved (light) lecture and a kiss on the forehead later from you for discovering a new shikigami during movie night, gaining a little smile from gojo as he cuddles a sleeping tsumiki closer.

[lucius-morningstar]

Don't wanna talk about it.

ITime for my boy to get a little scarred, but it's okay.. Right? ---- Husk: Well if it isn't the Prince gracing us with his presence, woah. What happened to you. Lucius: Nothing, give me a drink. The strongest thing you got. Angel: What's up with you. Lucius: Again, don't want to talk about it. Angel: Can I guess. Lucius: No. Angel: Imma guess anyway. You see someone get impaled. Lucius: ... Angel: Hmm, see a cannibal orgy. Lucius: .... Angel: You witness Alastor dancing with a deer corpse. Lucius: No. Husk: See someone get eaten alive? Lucius: *Gags* Shut up and give me a drink. Angel: Huh, that's weird. I feel like for someone whose eaten an eye ball or two you'd be use to something like that by now. Lucius: Ugh.. Can we please just drop it Please. I will pay you both to not bring this up anymore. Angel: Ooh it's that bad. Husk: Now you got me curious. Lucius: You ever hear what happens to curious cats Husk. It gets cats killed. Angel: Ooh but satisfaction brings em back don't it. Husk: Pass. Angel: Rude.. So, now we have an idea of what. But maybe it's the context and not just the visual. Lucius: I will fuck you if you drop this please. Angel: See now for once I don't wanna get fucked, only cause it has to be that bad for you to not want to talk about it. Husk: ..Is this a familial thing? Lucius: No. Angel: Tone says otherwise so yes. let's see. Let's get the clues together. It's a familial area and it has to do with someone getting eaten a-..No fuckin way. Lucius: *Groans* Please just give me a drink. Angel: *Grins* Seen Vaggie munching your sisters carpet. Lucius: OH for the love of everything holy and evil in this world. Please fucking drop it! Angel: Are you fuckin kiddin, not every day I get to poke at something that bugs you this bad. How'd you even find them in that position. I took your sister and Vaggie for prudes. Lucius: I'm not answering this, It's bad enough i have the mental image in my head. I am not talking further on it. Husk: We're they in their room because that's the only way I can't see you walking in on them. Angel: By the look on his face I'd say he entered without permission. Lucius: I was half asleep, in the middle of some fucked up nightmare, heard her scream and panicked okay. That's it. Angel: ... Husk: .... Angel: So it was the climax of your dre- *He quickly ducks as a glass goes flying past his head.* Lucius: Shut the fuck up! Angel: *laughs* Oh my fucking god, this is just rich. Husk: It is kind of funny. Lucius: Well I'm glad you two are so amused by all this! Husk: I mean yeah kind of not as much as you'd think though. Angel: I'm super amused. Lucius: Don't tell me you would find it so funny if it we're your sister. Angel: Ah-.. No I wouldn't actually. Lucius: Exactly, now shut the fuck up. This night can't get anyworse. Charlie: Lucius! Lucius: Oh fuck no, can't face her right now. Don't let her know I was here! *he doesn't really wait for an answer before he bolts.* Charlie: Ugh.. Lucius come on we need to talk about this. Angel: Hey Toots. Charlie: Have you guys seen my brother he um-.. We need to talk about something and he's kind of avoiding me. Husk: He just left. Charlie: *Sighs* Of course he did. Angel: ..So she knows what buttons to push- Charlie: I am not talking about this with you, I'm surprised he even told you two. Angel: To be fair we kinda tortured it out of him. It was too funny not too. Charlie: Ugh.. You two are just too much right now. I am going to have to try and talk to him tomorrow. Goodnight both of you and please don't let this spread around more. Husk: It won't. Angel: Night Charlie. Husk: ... Angel: So we're talling everyone right. Husk: I'm not, but I can't stop you. Angel: I am so going to tease the fuck outta dem tomorrow.

[dandyshucks]

hiii dandy my beloved guzma liker mutual. listen. bugboys aside i gotta know your favorite tugger / mistoffelees actors if you have any. or maybe least favorite ... how do you feel about the new version of tugger that raps 😭 white catboy you can not be having those dreads.. they haunt my dreams.. seriously why did they cast the whitest guy you've ever seen for that change .

HELPPPPP THEY REALLY DID CAST A WHITE GUY FOR THAT DIDN'T THEY....... OH MY GOD. i've been avoiding even looking in the direction of rapping tugger LMFAO, I thought at the very least they cast a black man for the part but NOOO THAT'S A WHITE MAN WITH DREADS. cats in general is ... a deeply flawed production as is LMAO (thanks Britain) but idk how they ever thought THIS would make it better (ohhhh how the racism bell is a-clanging!). he did not even look like any of the other cats anymore oh my god the costuming is atrocious 😭😭😭😭 literally what were they thinking... white people moment i fuckin guess but holy shit. abysmal. i am aghast honestly.

anyways uhm. Ibn Snell and Hank Santos are the two performers I saw for Misto and Tugger respectively. I still don't really believe some days that I actually saw Cats performed live, like.... that was such a pipedream for me and then it happened ??????? (i did fight hard w family to get to see it fdsjkl but still. things like this don't ever happen to me so AWAUUGHH very epic very awesome that it did happen !! it was worth all the shit that happened around it honestly fdsjkl and that is saying A Lot LOL) but yeah I think I have to choose those two because WOWWW Ibn did a phenomenal job and i don't think he really played Misto for very long unfortunately, I don't see very many people talking about him like ... ever (honestly that may be due to racism, I do not know though). And John Partridge (og actor for the recorded version) ofc is amazing in the role of Tugger but I enjoyed Hank a LOT.

I've heard good things about Zach Bravo (as Tugger) and Paul Giarratano (as Misto) but I don't remember if I actually found a recording of those two or not LOL so I can't really say anything about them personally. (<- has had to look up the names that i've talked about in the past w friends in discord bc i don't remember actors names beyond some of the original broadway production newsies cast LMAO)

but anyways Ibn Snell's Misto is so fucking cute and fun, he did such a phenomenal job of that role AUGHHHH. Hank's Tugger was also really really good, he had the right swagger for it and did some awesome crowd work too during the showing I saw. photos of them i went and found quickly to show you, yayyy:

and then a couple tumblr posts with videos of the cast I saw (not the showings I saw but fsdjkl same cast!):

OKAYYY that's all I have to say, thank u for asking and I am so sorry that Cats ever thought it was a good idea to make Tugger into some sort of racist caricature of rap culture holy shit I am still astounded every time I think about it like. whwat the fuck. why did they do that. Tugger is an Elvis rock'n'roll cat ..... WHATEVER. it doesn't exist in my perfect world. same with the 2019 movie fhsdjkl that doesn't exist, okay? we simply do not see it ..... LOL

[tigirl-and-co]

Middle-Aged Man (But Not a Dad (Probably))

Heyooooo, back at it again with a super rough draft for a fic!

inspired by @dballzposting but especially THIS post!

Basic plot summary is Trunks accidentally imprinted on Yamcha like a baby bird but is too emotionally stunted from growing up with the least familial family in all of classic anime to realize that he's being weird as hell about it.

To nobody's surprise, it's a character study! Woohoo!

And before we begin, I wrote almost all of this while dead tired, so it's probably even rougher than my usual rough drafts, but good god I wanted to write this sooooo bad.

Obsession ran on both sides of his family. This was an issue for Trunks, as he'd really fucking rather be thinking about quite literally anything else. But here he was, at the get-together-slash-party-slash-ritual-to-appease-a-big-purple-cat-with-food-so-we-don't-get-blown-up, staring at his mom's ex from the other side of the dessert table.

And praying said ex wouldn't look up from the eclairs he'd never be able to afford otherwise and see Trunks' stupid, stupid eyes staring at him.

But he did.

Fuck.

"Hey, Champ! How've ya been, Buddy?" Yamcha said, in his stupid fucking aging dudebro voice that filled Trunks with an overwhelming sensation of warmth and comfort. He hated it. Yamcha smiled at him the way, Trunks thought, a dad smiles at his somewhat estranged son.

It was probably a kinder smile than his real dad gave when he hugged him for the first time. Not that Trunks would know. Couldn't really see Vegeta's face, too busy experiencing every emotion he could name and also being shoved against Vegeta's inhuman, statuesque form.

It fucking felt like being shoved face-first into a statue, too.

Not like Yamcha probably felt, with his all-too-human physique. There was a softness that covered his features, even though he was still as tough and muscular as ever.

He kinda reminded Trunks of the big blue guy from Monsters Inc. But like, less serious. And very slightly less hairy.

Trunks had been staring too long, but apparently Yamcha was willing to write off the icy glare as a genetic thing and not an actual threat, because he approached the teen with no hint of trepidation.

He stood in front of Trunks and hucked a thumb at the spread of confections behind him. "Yo, you tried the weird cream cake thing? The one covered in chocolate? No idea what it is, but it is good!"

Trunks tried desperately to claw himself out of this conversation with "It's called an eclair cake." He wasn't sure whether or not he had meant to sound that gruff. Either way he sounded too much like his dad, and it pissed him off more.

"Yo, what? They can make eclairs into cake? That's crazy!" Yamcha took pause and then nearly busted his gut, laughing a bit too loud like guys that age tend to do. "But I guess when you're rich, you can pay people to cook up just about anything!"

There! An opening! Trunks knew how to win this conversation and then make his getaway!

"Actually, Yamcha, I think it's just graham crackers, pudding, and chocolate. Pretty simple recipe. I can ask the cooks to give it to you."

Yamcha blinked. "R-Really? That's it?" He sighed. "Well, as much as I'd love to eat cake all day, I really shouldn't." He slapped his gut, which jiggled slightly. "I'm at that age where I've gotta start watching what I eat or I won't be in any shape to show off to the ladies, haha!"

Trunks immediately threw his gaze to his shoes. He fucking lost that interaction, and now he'd have to talk to Yamcha for however long the older man could stand him. Fuck. Well, Trunks knew how conversations worked. He'd seen the guys at Kame House get into it sometimes, and since Trunks was no longer a child, he figured he should talk like that. The ball was in his court.

"Ladies, huh? What... sort of ladies are you into?"

Fuckin' killed it.

~~~

Now it was Yamcha's turn to be cornered. Was it okay to be talking about that kind of stuff with a kid? With someone else's kid? With the kid of somebody he dated?

But he couldn't just say that! Trunks was at the age where he was starting to go after the ladies himself, and Yamcha didn't want to discourage that! He had to find a middle ground, hopefully there was an avenue in this conversation that wouldn't lead to either of Trunks' parents hitting his head clean off his shoulders.

"Um. Your-" NONONONO CAN'T MENTION BULMA. "I m-mean, I like women who..." and how is he supposed to word this? Obviously he's not gonna say 'pretty women' because that would sound so damn shallow, coming from him. "I like. When girls. Can stand on their own... but enjoy having someone around to make their lives easier? I guess?"

He ran his hands through the hair on the back of his head. "To be honest, kid, I'm not really sure anymore! The more I think about it, the more I realize that sometimes people you think should work don't, but the real crazy shi- the real crazy stuff ends up better." Yamcha laughed the kind of shitty laugh you let out when you're nervous and stalling for time. "What about you, Trunks? You a ladies' man? Got a preference?"

~~~

Well, Trunks had been expecting an answer like 'I like redheads' or 'I'm a boob guy' so he was a little unsure of his next move, but he had to think of something to say!

"Um idk there's this one YouTuber I like." Trunks crossed his arms. "So you like women like my mom, right? It kind of sucks that she ended up with my dad."

Yamcha couldn't move. He wasn't sure he was breathing, either. "H-Huh?"

"Yeah 'cuz you probably woulda been a way better husband. All my dad does is train all day and then sit at the table and stuff his stupid face." Trunks put his fist on his hip. "You like watching movies and being nice and shit. I dunno."

~~~

Yamcha was desperately hoping Vegeta wasn't going to manifest behind him and reduce him to ashes. The things Trunks was saying were weird, sure, but the whole family had always been blunt. Trunks probably didn't mean anything by it. Not that that would stop either of his parents from hunting Yamcha down if they heard.

And Yamcha wasn't stupid! He had issues with his own parents, way back when. It's what eventually led him to become a bandit out in the middle of the desert for Chrissake! But he had just wanted to be a dude Trunks could come talk to if he was having the sort of human troubles an ex-evil alien dad couldn't help him solve, and apparently he had been too approachable. Or Vegeta really did just suck that bad.

Either way, oops.

"Hey kid, l-listen! You can't just say things like that!" Yamcha sighed deeply, trying to compose himself. He was still looking around like a raccoon that could hear hound dogs braying, but at least he stopped stuttering.

And then he saw Trunks' face harden even further, scowling angrily. The tykebomb looked like he was barely resisting shouting his next statement, and Yamcha was very glad for that.

~~~

"I'm not a fucking kid! Goddamnit, I'm just trying to have a normal fucking conversation, why are you being so fucking weird about this?" Trunks would have been a truly intimidating sight to behold at this point if he wasn't three-foot-five with lavender hair. "And I was gonna apologize for suckerpunching you that one time when you stayed over, but you can fucking forget it! I'm glad I punched you!"

~~~

The older man knew he had to take responsibility here, because apparently he was right and neither of the kid's parents bothered to teach him the difference in how you're supposed to talk to people outside your own home.

...Thinking on it, neither Bulma nor Vegeta had ever deferred to authority in their lives. Vegeta had a habit of trying to kill anybody stationed above him, and Bulma either screamed until listened to or flashed her tits at someone until she got her way.

Fuck him, maybe he would have made a better parent! Too late now, though.

"No, Trunks, that's not what I meant," he reassured the stunted youth. "I want you to know you can talk to me about stuff, alright? But maybe- maybe not out where your parents can hear? The earth dragon balls can't bring me back again, y'know?"

Trunks looked back up, waiting to hear the rest of the statement.

"And I mean, actually you probably shouldn't say that sort of stuff, because it makes people uncomfortable, but-" here he took the chance of fucking it all up even worse and ruffled Trunks' hair. Trunks didn't even flinch and Yamcha didn't know what that meant. "We're already friends, right? And friends can totally say that sort of stuff. In private."

Trunks met him dead in the eye, unblinking and unemoting. "Okay."

Yamcha chuckled unconvincingly. It fooled Trunks, though. "So, were you actually gonna apologize for that gut punch, or...?"

"No."

"So, what? You were just gonna feel like shit about it your entire life? Until you died?"

"Yeah."

"Haha, okay then! Did... you want a slice of this, um, eclair cake? There's not a lot left!"

"Sure. Can I call you 'Uncle?'"

Yamcha tensed up just slightly, before letting it drain out of him. "Not where anybody who might tell your parents can hear, okay?"

"Deal."

[shads-shipposts]

As yes, the biggest nightmare of all. Small talk. At least we get some fun banter again! Shadow and Allan really play well off each other for a snark-off, and of all interactions in this book so far, theirs is the easiest to write. Neil and Shadow will come back into play next chapter, as well as Shadow and Tom. Neil and Shadow is hella fun, they fall into a brother-sister category while Shadow and Tom are more uncle-niece with occasional sibling energy. 

Enjoy the lighthearted fun while it lasts  I say for no reason in particular :)

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Well, now I knew for certain this was a dream.

It'd taken a ridiculously long time, but the scenes had finally gone fuzzy and shifted.

How'd that Spongebob meme go? He went home and did nothing of particular interest until the plot needed him?

Because the last thing in my memory was leaving Sakharine at the marketplace where my watch read 11 something am, but I'd looked at my watch again after walking a few steps and now it was close to 3 pm. My stomach was also full now, and had stopped growling at me, so I had even more confirmation I was dreaming.

Of course, recognizing it as a dream was a double edged sword because now I ran the risk of accidentally waking myself up. That wouldn't do, I needed to get myself on that ship and annoy Sakharine more before I woke back up.

The plans were already getting closer to completion, with me meeting up with Sakharine and getting in the car with him and Nestor to go to Marlinspike. Aside from surviving the prideful rambling, all I had to do now was just try not to think about it being a dream so I didn't wake up without seeing the boys again.

It's still too linear, a voice hissed in the back of my mind. Too coherent. Are we really sure we're dreaming?

We feel no pain, are indestructible to blunt force such as falling down two stories of crates, and now we've time traveled. There's no other possibility.

What if we're in one of those self-inserts, where the protagonist gets special powers?

Fat chance of that. Universe hopping doesn't exist.

I shoved the doubts to the back of my mind, even as a seed of concern began to corrupt my confidence and twist my stomach.

Universe hopping wasn't real.

Right?

Right.

I watched the trees speed past, blurring together as we snaked deeper into the countryside. Sakharine was talking, saying something about something, but in all honesty his voice had kinda faded to white noise several minutes prior.

It was kinda funny, though.

Here I was, worrying about Allan and his bunch causing this dream to sour into a nightmare when I should have been fretting about the worst nightmare of all...

Small talk with a man who clearly thought himself the greatest thing since sliced bread.

How he didn't notice my eyes glaze over and my responses become less substantial, I had no idea.

Or maybe he did notice, but didn't care.

Does this man have any social awareness of how insufferable he comes across?

I was really beginning to regret not just letting Allan and co drag me onto the ship in the back alley. Because now I had to sit through what felt like the longest car ride I'd ever had listening to this red-coated Ruskie ramble on about how wealthy and grand his estate would be once he got it working. Listening to how superior Rackham's bloodline was to the Haddocks, which I did not ask about nor did I care for.

Take me back to the mobsters! Allan, I'll let you fuckin' shoot me if it means I don't have to deal with this prick.

"And yourself?"

I jumped, whipping my head to stare at him. "Huh?"

His eye twitched, but he bit back any condemnation and just asked again, "How did you come to know about the story of the Unicorn?"

"Oh. I like piratey stuff, and came across tales of it while researchin' Calico Jack in the West Indies."

Not entirely a lie, as some of my searches on Calico Jack Rackham did lead me back to Tintin's Unicorn arc.

"And how did you find your way here from the states?"

"College studies."

Not a lie either, as that Fall 2019 semester of sophomore year stressed me out so much I'd been rewatching the Tintin movie to distract myself. Which no doubt wormed its way into my subconscious and gave birth to this still oddly linear dream.

"College? What do you study?"

"Environmental studies."

"And how does that lead to you being in Belgium?"

I thought Allan asked a lot of questions.

Though I'd be infinitely more happy to ramble on to Allan, because even if he used the information to determine my use at least the question would have some sort of point. This man is just feigning small talk. No matter the method, Allan would at least care about the information even if it was for selfish reasons.

I can't stand pointless conversations.

"Thought I could get some research done here."

"You should see the grounds around Marlinspike Hall," Sakharine said. "It is a work in progress, of course, and there is much work to be done. But I am in the process of restoring it to its rightful glory."

Like I wanna stroll through gardens with your crusty ass.

Though... If I know the lay of the land then I can better play run-around with the sailors because I know damn well they'll be there.

The voice in the back of my head spoke up again.

Why would you care about that? You know that if this was a dream the landscape would be very likely to change.

Go. Away.

I had criminals to annoy.

I couldn't be thinking about logic.

"I'd be up for that," I said carefully. "I'm not much of a botanist, more on the zoologist side. But I can appreciate quality landscapin'."

Sakharine puffed out his chest, basking in the praise like a fat lizard on a rock as he launched into more about his plans for the estate and how it was in much better hands now that he was in control of it.

The relief I felt when we finally pulled up to the crumbling gates and drove through was indescribable, and I couldn't wait to fling myself out of the car. If Nestor, bless him, didn't hurry the hell up I was gonna yeet myself headfirst through the window of this old wagon.

Speaking of cars, I thought, recognizing the small blue Ford parked near the back. Looks like I was right. Home boy really did sic his henchmen on me.

Well, that was fine.

Gave me an excuse to be a menace and pay him back for being so damn draining.

Why would you need to pay your subconscious back for being irritable? This is a dream, right?

Not now. I got enough of a headache.

"Havin' visitors?" I asked, dipping my head towards the blue car.

"It is merely some workers doing renovations, my dear."

Hellfire I wish I was a deer so some hunter would shoot me dead. At least most hunters are quick.

"Ah. I ain't intrudin' on anything, am I?"

"Not at all."

You sound very convincing.

Slipping out of the car, I tilted my head back and took in the once grand visage of the old manor.

Time had not been kind to the place, the old stonework fighting a losing war with ivy that seemed deadset on swallowing the place whole. Couldn't have been kudzu, or this place would have been lost to nature years ago. Rotted, sun-bleached old boards barricaded half-broken windows on the first floor, many hanging haphazardly by just a few nails. A row of fresh windows with neither boards nor ivy near the western end on the second floor immediately told me where Sakharine slept, and I stifled a laugh.

The man may as well have put a giant flashing neon arrow to any burglar that if they wanted to get the good shit, they should target that room.

The driveway was mostly cleared of ivy and weeds, but the steadfast plants crouched at the edges of the cobblestone and gravel. Waiting their turn to join their brethren laying siege to the house itself.

I thought I caught movement, a flash of brown, along the boarded up windows on the eastern side of the top floor. I focused there for a moment, waiting to see if the mysterious figure showed themselves again, but nothing happened.

"Nestor," Sakharine said, drawing my attention to him. "Get the manor presentable."

"Yes, sir," came the mellow reply.

Sakharine turned to me. "Are you ready?"

I nodded, but when he turned away I stole another glance at the window.

Yeah.

Definitely someone there now.

Allan, maybe?

Offering a snarky grin and swift two-fingered salute, I hurried after Sakharine before he could turn back around and possibly see whoever it was in the window.

While I'd agreed to tour the grounds for recon purposes, I began to regret it as the minutes stretched onward.

I honestly felt like I'd been paired with a far less entertaining and endearing version of Tolkien as Sakharine wanted to point out nearly every damn flower and shrub as we strolled along.

At least he's got another hobby other than going after the Haddocks like a mad dog.

The grounds were still nice, I had to admit. Very expansive, nice biodiversity, and plenty of terrain variation.

I like that boulder, that is a nice boulder.

My fears from earlier, where I'd worried he would expect me to offer botany facts or feign interest in his prattling, proved themselves unfounded.

Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have been able to get a word in edgewise. This man liked to talk, and yet none of it was substantial.

I've sat through statistics lectures more enlightening than this.

Something dawned on me, however, as we grew closer to dusk.

Perhaps Sakharine didn't really have any interest in talking to me either, but was instead stalling for time.

He did well, I had to admit.

The sun neared the treetops on the horizon, turning the world a brilliant orange and gold. Hints of lavender had started to grace the sky as stormclouds marched in, serving as a not-so-silent warning of the incoming storm.

A sudden, seemingly innocent chuckle from Sakharine made me stop and look at him.

"My, I did not realize how late it was getting. Forgive me."

No. And you knew damn well what you were doing.

Just take the bait. Keep up the charade for a little longer.

Do we have to? This masking is killing me, I can't feign interest and care for much longer.

"Oh, don't mention it!" I said with a smile, waving him off. "These grounds are truly impressive, and I can imagine they will be even grander once you are able to properly care for them."

Sakharine stood taller again, lifting his chin.

I'm laying it on thicker than cold syrup and you're still buying it? Damn, you got a praise kink for sure.

"You are most kind. But let me not keep you, as these roads can be terribly dangerous after dark."

There it is. Subtle but poisonous seeds planted under the guise of false care to make me more susceptible to roll over and show my belly.

Well guess what, bitch?

I'm not a dog.

I'm a motherfuckin' cat.

I followed behind him as he led us back to the manor and up the once beautiful steps.

I do appreciate the moss and ivy though. Very parkitecture of you.

The inside was just as dilapidated and decrepit as the exterior, though the warm glow of the dying sun hinted at its former glory. The dust motes floating through sunbeams brought a sense of peace to me and I paused to watch them as pleasant memories flickered through my mind.

Back when I was younger and stayed at my grandmother's house, I always loved smacking the bedcovers and watching the little dust flecks spiral up in the sunbeams. Then I'd try to catch as many as I could, playing the same pointless yet entertaining game over and over.

Back when we still played outside and the internet was still in its early days, and social media wasn't even a big thing shy of MySpace and Facebook.

Simpler times.

Better times.

Focus. Be nostalgic later.

Following Sakharine down the hall, memories of the early 2000s trickling through my head despite by half-hearted attempts to stop them, I found the old manor even smelled somewhat like an old grandma's house; mothballs, musty cushions, old wallpaper, burnt dust from radiators, faint hints of past meals, and the ghost of old perfume and cologne.

This rotting old skeleton held none of the nostalgic charm, however.

Just broken dreams and unsettled scores.

And probably mold.

Definitely mold.

This old dump would give a termite inspector a heart attack. Probably has asbestos too.

"It will be grand once I've finally restored it, of course," Sakharine said. "Of course, restoration would be easier if those Haddocks hadn't been so incompetent in the upkeep."

At least we agree on something.

While I liked Haddock overall as a character, the fact was the ship under Allan was far safer. At least as far as who commanded her. Haddock was a liability as a captain, his judgement far from trustworthy, and I couldn't imagine it took a lot for even non-criminal crewmen to pick up a grudge or two.

Hell, I was a petty bitch.

One bottle thrown at me in a drunken fit and I'd rethink my loyalty too. I was very loyal when a bond was formed, sure, but forming that bond wasn't an easy thing. I certainly wasn't loyal to anyone who emotionally, physically, or verbally abused me.

So Sakharine, you better watch yourself. Moment you start getting too condescending, your ass is done.

"It's still got good bones," I said as we finally entered the main room of the Unicorn.

Dustcovers draped over furniture and showcase alike, hiding most it it from sight. A tall lump here, wide one here, and I half wondered if one of the sailors would jumpscare me from beneath one like some horror game.

The only thing not covered was the Unicorn itself, of course, which sat pretty in a sunbeam in the only uncovered glass case.

"Thank you, my dear."

Call me dear one more time and I'll gore you like one.

I didn't reply, turning around and scanning the shadows of the room for any lingering shapes.

I know you're here, Allan.

And that you brought friends.

Which friends, I know not.

But I know they're here.

I turned to the model ship.

And I'm gonna draw you out.

Time to ham it up before I drop the bomb.

Because if I had to suffer Sakharine's antics, then he'd have to suffer mine.

"Woah!" I breathed, finally acknowledging the Unicorn. "An exact replica." I jogged over, deliberately ignoring the way Nestor moved to block the other door. "Guess that old myth about three sons and three Unicorns was right."

"You certainly know a lot about a supposedly buried myth known only to a select few."

I turned to face him. "Funny, ain't it?" I asked, dropping the innocent façade and shooting him a grin.

His eyes narrowed, the friendly if not uninterested look sharpening into suspicion and even slight anger. "What are you playing at?"

"Playin' at? I ain't the one who plotted a trap for someone random in the marketplace 'cause they said a few odd things." I looked around. "So, where are they?"

"Where are who?"

"The sailors. I know they're here."

Sakharine's eyes widened. "I took you for dense, but it seems I overestimated you," he scoffed, the previous friendly facade crumbling immediately. "You knew this was a trap, where hardened criminals would be waiting to ambush you, and yet you still came? What possessed you to make such a foolhardy move?"

"It's called curiosity."

"Some might call it stupidity," came a familiar voice from the door.

There's the bitch.

I immediately moved around to the back of a nearby chair, putting it between me and the four men that walked in; Neil, Tom, Hobbs, and of course... Allan.

"Heh, long time no see, fellas," I greeted, leaning on the back of the chair and giving them a lazy, two-fingered salute.

Neil jerked his chin up in greeting, waving at me with a grin. Tom sighed, shaking his head with a degree of disappointment, but still offered a small smile and lazy salute as well. Guess there were no hard feelings from the almost-boxing match. Hobbs looked less thrilled to see me, twisting his wrist back and forth as he glared daggers in my direction.

Allan looked me over, crossing his arms. "See that spirit is still intact."

"Takes more than a little scuffle to scare me, mate."

"Wouldn't talk so tough, girlie," Hobbs growled, hand inching towards his blade. "Your buddy isn't 'round to save you this time."

"Bit insulted you think I need savin'," I retorted. "Kicked your ass mighty well this mornin'. How's that wrist of yers doin', mate?"

"Don't make me cut that smug grin off your face."

"Fight me."

"Not shocked to see us at all?" Allan asked, grabbing the back of Hobbs' collar as the stabby man started for me.

"Don't reckon so. Also, sorry about Trevor zappin' you."

Allan yanked Hobbs behind him where Neil trapped him in a headlock. "Oh don't worry. You can make it up to me by explainin' how the hell he did that."

I held his gaze. "I think you and I both know how the hell he did that."

"Excuse me," Sakharine interrupted. "Am I hearing her correctly? You had a fight at the docks?"

Allan shrugged. "Didn't come up."

"You hotheaded, brainless fool," Sakharine seethed. "You jeopardized my whole plan because you couldn't control your men? Allan, you should know better than to test my patience-"

"Hey!" I barked. "Leave 'em alone. Besides, it was good practice."

The men gave me weird but curious looks at my outburst, but Allan seemed almost smug at my apparent loyalty.

I'll bet you are, ya self-servin' con artist.

"You do not get to make demands of me," Sakharine snapped, icy eyes returning to me.

"I'm not the one who wants something from you," I retorted, no playful humor in my tone now.

"I want nothing from you."

Liar.

"Not even answers?" I taunted. "About how I know of your precious ancestor and his feud with Haddock?"

Sakharine's eyes widened. "You know about that?"

You don't have to be Tintin to figure out it was somewhat personal based on how much you were rambling about it.

"Damn straight I do. Same way I knew about these jokers bein' 'ere."

"Why come 'ere, then?" Allan asked. "Like you said, curiosity killed the cat."

"Mhm. And, like you said, satisfaction brought her back."

He looked me up and down. "Indeed it did."

Sakharine threw him an annoyed look. "Are you two quite finished?" he snapped.

This motherfucker.

"Hey man, where's your sense of humor?" I asked, leaning on the back of the chair again. "A little banter makes a fight fun!"

"This is no fight, as you are far outnumbered." He pointed the cane at me. "If you were sensible you'd be begging for your life, you meddlesome insect."

I didn't miss Tom's look of anger as he took a step in my direction, nor did I miss the way his hateful gaze stayed trained on Sakharine. He shot me a questioning glance, then stepped closer again when I shrugged in acceptance. He put himself between Sakharine and me, albeit in an off-center manner, and turned his back to me.

He's willing to knock my lights out, but also is protective? Well, guess if I need anyone to take me down I can bet on Tom only using the minimum force necessary.

"This how you get people to your team? Venomous threats of bodily harm?" I asked Sakharine. I shook my head in disappointment, rolling my eyes. "What a way to run a railroad."

"Do not test me, woman," Sakharine warned, slamming the cane on the floor. The sharp sound echoed around the room. "One word from me and these men would tear you apart."

Neil and to my surprise Hobbs both gave each other disbelieving and irked looks.

Guess all these men would be "safe" to take me out.

"Oh I'm sure they could." I gave him a falsely sweet smile. "But not under your orders. You got the money, and the status, but Allan?" I gestured at him. "He's got the backin' of the men. They follow him, not you."

Allan raised a brow at me but otherwise didn't comment.

"You are playing a dangerous game, my dear," Sakharine threatened, giving me a condescending smile.

"Ain'tchyer 'dear'," I snapped as I straightened and gripped the back of the chair. "Like that has got to go. I like a little less arrogance and foppishness from my men."

"And I prefer my women with more refinement, grace, and femininity. Who do not run around masquerading as a boy getting into scraps."

I lifted my chin and beckoned him forward with a finger. "Come a little closer and I'll show you just how much refined grace I got when I expertly shove my boot so far up your ass you'll taste leather."

Neil and Hobbs both snickered, Neil giving me a nod of approval as Hobbs looked to be fighting down a smile. Tom looked at me with a mix of surprise and amusement, then glanced at Allan.

As for that man...

Well he looked more satisfied at Sakharine's discomfort than my comment itself.

Trouble in paradise, huh? Good, cause I don't think I could pretend to like this self-important twatwaffle to appease Allan.

"Enough," Sakharine snapped, eye starting to twitch.

"Sorry mate," I apologized, not meaning a word of it as I raised my hands. "You make it just so easy."

The lights flickered above us, startling everyone, before they went dark.

Trevor, no doubt.

At least he's good for something.

"All that money and you can't invest in proper wirin'?" I joked pointing up with one finger and drawing circles.

"The wiring is perfectly adequate."

"For a haunted mansion maybe. Or is lettin' this place fall into disrepair a part of your grand plan of revenge against the Haddock's? Stealin' his ship and buyin' off his crew ain't enough, you gotta come for the man's house too."

I had the full attention of all the men now, eyes wide and laser focused in.

Couldn't blame them, I was definitely not supposed to know any of that.

"Knowledge is a dangerous weapon," Sakharine said, voice like ice. "And you wield it with the same flippancy as a child with a toy sword. Take care not to land yourself in deeper trouble lest I mark you as a loose end."

"Ah!" I exclaimed, hands on my hips. "So that's the game, eh?" I shrugged. "Hope you got insurance."

"Why?"

"This."

Grabbing the chair in front of me, I threw it through the nearest window and launched myself after it.

"You common street rat!" Sakharine screeched as I jumped through.

Thanks for the soundtrack! I thought as One Jump Ahead from Aladdin started playing in my head.

At least I was on the first floor so it didn't hurt as much when I landed, but I still dove into a parachute roll to save my knees at least a little bit.

"Catch her!"

Standing, I turned and bowed at the men assembled by the window. Neil and Tom jumped through after me, forcing me to flee, but not before I caught Allan's half grin of amusement as he slowly clapped.

The urgency from earlier wasn't as strong, as we both knew now that even if I escaped I'd just come back.

But for now, the chase was on.

[moviesludge]

current stuff:

finally had a decent sleep since the fuckin unpleasantness. nice not to feel completely out of it for a change. i'm still pissed off probably permanently but I'm keeping busy.

been doing the dishes every day. feels good to be helpful taking care of something nobody likes to do.

my sister bought a digital SLR pentax camera a bunch of years ago and never really used it (she didnt have a computer so I don't know if she knew what she was buying). she loaned it to me without ever really having used it and it has been that way for years now. I finally got it together to give back to her since she finally has a computer now and she told me she thinks its too complicated for her to use. I offered to help her with it but she wasn't interested. So I was like "well can I just have it then?" I wanted to either own it or return it and she decided to just let me keep it. Then I remembered that I have an old panasonic lumix from like 2014 that still works pretty well but doesn't ever get used, so we traded. She liked the smaller cam better. I showed her how to use it and found a cable and charged the battery for her.

So I used the pentax to take some pics of the garden today so I can post some updates of the flowers and stuff. a lot of stuff is going dormant for winter or whatever though. might have to find some wintry plants or something.

A while back, my dad built his own sprinkler for the yard with pvc pipe and fittings. It's 2 long pvcs connected by a small piece of hose and (I think) 4 sprinkler heads across the whole thing. Looks like:

|o---------o-|===|-o---------o|

| = the feet, o = sprinkler heads, = the hose, --- = pvc

So I watered today, but since the main grass is so time consuming and by far the hardest bit to keep alive, I set up my dad's weird sprinkler for the first time on the hose timer he has. I like how you can set the timer and have it shut the water off after 30 minutes or whatever. Will probably use it from now on. I didn't even want to try to bother with it before but it's pretty straightforward.

I regularly break yellowing and dead leaves off of my houseplant (dumb cane plant), and there was one extremely long stem on it that only had one small leaf. I broke it off near the base and then broke half of the long stem off then stuck it in some water. I'm going to see if I can propagate it and get it to root. If I can get a whole plant going from it, might give it as a gift or something. The snarl of stems in the center of the pot is pretty dense now. It's such an old plant.

Also walked on the treadmill again today. Been almost a week since the last one. Went well. HR right where I would want it in the 150-160 range. I do these for 30 minutes now.

My treadmill movie lately is SHAKMA. Never seen it before and had no idea it had to do with dungeon larping at a science lab. Interesting idea for a movie! It's ok so far.

Most of the time I crack the garage door while walking on the treadmill for airflow, and today a black & white cat snuck in under the door while I was walking. But it saw me and bolted back the way it came.

[luxurychristmaspudding]

Ooooh hi could I please hear about Closer/Crawl (Jackson!Joel x reader)? 💕

Omg, of course!!!!

P.S. I love your work - you are such a talented creator!! <3333

‘I didn’t have a duty to you. We weren’t friends. You weren’t my woman. You were just a sad, lost, lonely little girl who couldn’t keep her fuckin’ hands to herself.'

‘How dare you. How dare you tell me how I felt when you have no idea what it was like to watch you parade around with Tess and have you look at me like I was shit on your shoe. How dare you tell me I didn’t love you when I lied and lied and did everything you asked me to. When I would have laid myself down at your feet and begged you to take me, to help me - and when I did, you turned your back like you couldn’t stand the fuckin’ sight of me.’

So the rough idea is that reader and Joel meet again in Jackson, six years after reader vanished from the Boston QZ.

They had a tumultuous and volatile relationship during that time, and Closer/Crawl would be the resolution(ish) of all that unresolved tension and emotion. They had an unconventional payment system for trading (mostly meds), and Joel was King Dick of Asshole Mountain until it was too late. Very much a kind of - if you had one more chance to talk about it, what would be said?

I think it'd be interesting to see how their previous dynamic switches as a result of him softening because of Ellie and reader having experienced more of the world. And it'd bring me some kind of perverse pleasure to see Joel get put through the wringer for not treating reader right lol.

Eek - anyway, thank you very much for asking!!! And ask away if you have anymore questions hehe xx

Nothing but Joel and snow and ice for miles around.

You could die out here and never be found. No one would ever know a whisper of your death.

And that, really, is why you had to go. The heaviness of grief - of not knowing, of knowing. All that you'd seen, all you had not.

What happened to that sweet older man with the crows feet around his kind eyes, who used to serve your family at the Italian restaurant downtown? Did he make it? You grandparents, the other side of the state - how long did they last, waiting on your dad’s promise to come and get them, holed up in their tiny house, waiting for the apocalypse to end? The sweet, blonde haired girl you went to school with, who always had a spare hair tie, who impressed you with her cat cartoons - where was she now? Your cousins, who you spent every Christmas with - had they teared around your house, up and down the stairs, outside - had they tried to find you? Did they wonder what had happened? Come to your broken doorstep years later to try and piece together the mystery of this torn up family, these torn up people, fallen to their knees and wept because they’d also felt so alone?

Of what happened to your mom, locked up in the bathroom of the home you fled, her screeches and screams, the thump of her body against the door?

Being alive in this world means to feel too much. It bears down heavy on your chest so hard most days you struggle to breathe. Every single day of the last 20 years has burned and suffocated and stretched on like drowning.

[pearldog30]

The last message, pt 2.

So I honestly didn't even have intentions on doing a part 2, for this series but @macravishedbymactavish encouraged it. and I thought of an amazing idea for this so I just had to do it. Part 1 👈 sorry if this isn't Welly perforated it's late when I'm writing this okay.

David Walker.

Other works 👉 Master list

Warnings| angst, death, description of wounds, blood.

It's been about a long, exhausting, month. after tracking where Rorke went with Logan. they think they finally have a lead on where they might be at, finally a glimpse of Hope for David.

Weeks after sleepless nights, panic attacks, nightmares of the scene replaying over, and over in his head of his brother being dragged away and the video his dad left him. they finally might have something, even if it's not much, it's something. giving David the strive to keep going, and to keep fighting even harder, for his brother. that's what's been keeping him going all along. The thought of finally getting inventions on rorke for his father, weighing heavily on his mind. but not only vengeance for his father, vengeance for his brother, and all the Brothers he's lost in this battle.

They eventually find the exact building of where they think the Federal were holding up at. And tonight, was the night they were going to be the classic ghosts they were. and go in and take them out one, by one, quietly. to get Logan back. Hesh, Keegan, and kick, were going to pull this mission off together. As Merrick stayed back and helped them along from the outside. They made sure they planned this perfectly as this was their one and only shot they could make no mistakes, they had no choice. 1 mistake, and it could be all over.

They get to the base where they know Rorke and Logan will be. But it won't be so easy, as the guards are everywhere, they waited until the next shift change, as it would be easier to take them out from the shadows. To make sure they didn't draw attention to themselves. As they knew if they got in a gunfight they wouldn't be able to last, they'd be outnumbered way too quickly. They were like the lone wolves walking into the Lion's den. One wrong move and they'd be a snack to Rorke, feeding him and his army. As they knew if rorke had the chance he would do whatever he did to Logan, to them.

After taking the two guards out that were standing at the gate. they finally got into the base. now was when the real game of cat and mouse begun. "I'm going to get to the security room to find out where they're being held up. You 2 get into the main building and wait for my commands, since we know they're in there somewhere." Keegan said to hesh and kick. Keegan was leading this mission commanded by Merrick. Not that Merrick didn't trust hesh, he just couldn't take the chance of the guy with nothing else to lose, leading the mission. as he didn't want hesh's vengeful, hot-headedness, getting in the way of the mission. As he knew hesh's feelings would get the best of him, and he would be leading with his heart and not his head.

doing as commanded, Hesh and kick went their own ways, as Keegan found himself at the security room. doing what he does best, taking them out before they even know it. "Kee you made it to the security room yet?" Hesh asked over the radio, as they entered the main building. "Yeah just got here. Not too much of a hassle surprisingly" Keegan joked to himself. "Alright, do you have eyes on rorke or Logan?" Hesh ask hesitantly. "No I-" before Keegan could finish his sentence he was cut off. "KEEGAN! KEEGAN!!" Hesh and kick yell over the radio concern for their friend now. "Haha... When do you boys ever learn" they heard the familiar sound of rorke. And this made hesh's vision go red, as he was seeing straight blood at this point. You could have swore he could have killed him, and the entire army they had there, from just the look in his eyes.

"God damn it Rorke I'm going to fuckin find you" hesh said angrily over the radio. as him and Kick moved up from the main building, going to the security room. as that was the only shot they had. As they begin getting close, they soon felt a sharp stabbing pain in their neck. Soon their vision going blurry, falling to the ground blacking out.

Hesh's eyes begin slowly opening, all he can feel was his head pounding, the taste of blood coding his tongue. He tried to recognizing where he was, but all he felt was being dragged. He tried to muster up what strength he had to fight back. but it was no use, as his hands were tied together. "Uh.. even knocked out, out of consciousness he still tries fighting" he heard the faded voice of rorke. He hoped to whatever universe there was, that this was just a bad dream. and they didn't just fail the mission.

"set him there" he heard the raspy voice of rorke command. as he began feeling being thrown into a chair, his vision coming back Fully. he shakes his head looking around, and he feels like he's been here before. "Damn son you just couldn't get enough of me couldn't you. Hehe..." Rorke chuckled out before he continued. But instead of listening to him, he soon recognizes Logan behind him, his eyes going wide. something's different about him, something's off, it's not the Logan that he knows, and it breaks him. Rorke soon notices "oh what your brother" he says pointing to Logan. "Yeah him. we just fixed him up a little bit, made him stronger, better. he was broken and weak when he was with you." Rorke says and the words cut Hesh Like a knife that's on fire. "Isn't that right Logan boy?" Rorke says to Logan making him speak for the first time "yes sir" Logan says with a smirk, and hesh can't begin to imagine what they've done to him.

"it's like we got the whole family here... Almost.." Rorke says before continuing. padding hesh's shoulder, and it just drives hesh into a rage. wanting to strangle him with the rope that's wrapped around his hands, right then and there. "Anyways let's cut to the Chase and get to the point. " Rorke says bending down to eye level to hesh. "I'm going to fix you, I'm going to make you a new man like I did your brother. I'll make sure you're not weak like your dad was, or who knows.... maybe you're already too far gone like him. weak, and broken." As the words leave Rorkes lips, it gets hesh to his final breaking point, exactly what rorke wanted. hesh's knows Rorke was referencing the video he left him. "I'LL FUCKIN KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKER JUST WATCH!!" hesh yells out, trying to get up from his chair to tackle Rorke. but he is soon thrown back into the chair by his brother, getting pistol whipped. feeling blood quickly rush out his nose.

"that was a ballsy move I got to give it to you" Rorke says, as he begins walking around hesh. But before anything else could happen they hear a voice come through the walkie-talkie "sir we need you. two of the prisoners escaped" the voice says and Rorke huffs out to himself annoyed. "Fuckk.. Logan you stay here, and watch him. I got to go take care of this" and before anything else is said, Rorke leaves the room. Giving hesh the perfect chance to try and hope that his brother is still in there somewhere, trapped in the cage of whatever they did to him.

"Logan you there, look at me." hesh pleads out. Trying to get his attention but it's no use. He knows whatever they've done to him, he won't be able to compromise. so he has to go to the last resort that kills him "please... listen to me... acknowledge that I'm here... anything!" He says to his brother. But his brother continues ignoring him, with each passing word his brother looks farther away from him. Hesh knows that he's fighting something inside, whatever it is that has this hold on Logan, it refuses to let it acknowledge hesh "bro bro... Please.... You know the real me.." hesh whispers out, not realizing how much this is hurting him. The nickname David gave his little brother when they were little, made something in Logan turned his head to look at him. and for a second David saw his brother come back, but as soon as it came, it vanished.

"Stop..." Came the quiet cold voice of Logan, as he looked away again. "No! You know the real me... I'm sorry for all of it.. I- I should have fought harder for you at the beach" hesh finally cries out. Finally all the pain and guilt from that day finally catching up to him, and pouring out from him. Even if his brother wasn't there, he was going to make sure he knows how truly, and genuinely, sorry he is. that he couldn't get up, and fight for his brother on that day. that he just laid there, and watched him be dragged away.

As the words slowly, and brokenly, leave hesh's lips. Logan moves his head, as if he's trying to avoid listening. "N-no Logan please... Don't throw me in the dark... I- i can't lose youu...." David continues. He doesn't care if he's a sobbing mess, he doesn't care if he's sounding ridiculous, he doesn't care if this makes him pathetic, and weak, all he cares about is getting his brother back. "Logan please... I saw what they did to da- dad.." David says trembling, and this is what makes Logan completely snap. He walks up to David quickly putting a gun to his head. Pushing it right up against his Temple. "One more word! and I will pull the trigger.." Logan says deeply, his hand slightly trembling, sweating. David knows if the real Logan is there, he wouldn't even think about pulling the trigger.

He decides that it's worth the shot getting his brother back. "Do it then Logan... Fuckin. Do. It. Because I know you won't" David yells pushing his head up against the gun harder, looking into Logan's eyes. Logan breathes out heavily, quickly looking away from David putting the gun to his side. "See.. I knew you couldn't do it... I know you're still in there Logan" David says, continuing trying to fight that little battle going on in Logan's head. "Remember what mom always taught us... The only people we have is each other..." and for some reason those words leaving David's lips, make Logan cover his ears, violently shake. almost as if he's having a panic attack.

"Logan remember all those times da-" before David could continue. Rorke comes back in the room sweating, and infuriated. "WELL IT SEEMS LIKE OUR LITTLE FRIENDS HERE HAVE ESCAPED" Rorke yells, before he notices what's going on. "Get the fuck up Logan" Rorke commands staring down at Logan. Kicking him in the stomach, spitting next to him. Logan grunting in pain, grabbing his stomach. "I SAID GET THE FUCK UP... I TRAINED YOU BETTER THAN THIS" Rorke says as Logan stumbly comes back to his feet, sweating. Rorke putting his hand on Logan's shoulder, whispering something in his ear. David looking up catching his brother's eyes, he can tell that his brother is back. that the words that he was saying were the thing that broke him out of that prison that he was fighting to get out of for however long. giving David some sort of Hope. "Yes sir" Logan says sternly to Rorke, slowly backing away from him.

Logan giving David one last look it was something unpredictable, something that scared David deep down, he knows whatever that look is it's not good.

Before David could fully process the look, Logan quickly grabs the knife from his back pocket, stabbing rorke in the neck. As he does the gun Logan didn't realize roark's had in his hand accidentally goes off, shooting Logan in the heart as well. It all happened so fast before anyone could process any of it. Both of them stumbling to the ground, both of them starting to choke on their own blood. David quickly gets up from his chair running over to his brother. "NO NO NO NO.." David cries out, putting his tied hands on his brother's chest, to try and slow down the bleeding. "S-stay with me Logan" David says to his brother as he begins to feel tears running down his cheek. His worst nightmare slowly coming true. He could feel the blood rushing out from beneath his hands, his chest slowly beating slower and slower, his breathing getting lighter and lighter. "Co-me on brother..... I- I'm... going t.. to ge.. get you help... stay with me" David chokes out, doing the best he can to help his brother stay alive. "T-Thank you bubba...." His brother whispered to him, lightly putting his hand on David's arm, as the life he once had slowly disintegrates.

"no! God dammit you keep your eyes open and keep on fighting" David says sternly to his brother watching the life slowly leave his eyes, feeling his once warm hand, turning cold. limply falling to the ground next to him. "FUCK! FUCK! NO! NO!" David yells out crying. holding his unconscious, slowly lifeless body, to his chest. Feeling his warm blood starting to coat himself he doesn't care. He would sit there in a lifetime covered in blood. both literal, and physical, if it meant his brother would come back to him. He would navigate his way through hell with no compass, no map, if it meant getting his brother back. the once so young, so full of life, so quiet but yet joyful, Logan Walker. Leaving this once beautiful Earth.

Keegan and Kick eventually find hesh. and the scene before them shocks them, stopping them both in their tracks. Hesh on the floor holding his brother's lifeless body, crying to himself, trying to get his brother to come back to him. covered in his blood, it breaks their hearts. not only did they lose a member, they lost a friend, they lost their brother, Forever. Until one day they all meet again. "David" Keegan quietly says, gently approaching hesh. He knows hash is suffering badly, with this loss. but they can't sit in this base forever they have to go. "David" Keegan says again. gently putting his hand on his shoulder, getting his attention. "We have to go" Keegan says to David meeting his eyes. And right there he could tell that David wanted to die there with his brother. "But.. but.." hesh cries out, hesh doesn't give a shit if Keegan saw him crying, he just lost his brother, his other part of him that he didn't know he had. He lost himself. "No come on we have to go" Keegan says lightly to David. undoing the rope that tied his hands together. "Keegan's right come on they're waiting for us" kick says lightly, as Keegan tries to drag David out of there, So they all didn't get killed in there.

"NO I CAN'T LEAVE MY BROTHER" hesh screams still in denial, refusing to come to terms that his brother is gone. "David look at me... He's gone" Keegan says looking into David's eyes. as much as it breaks him to say this, it's the truth. and he's not going to sit around and let David live in denial. cuz that's only going to hurt him more in the long run. "Come on we have to go, we have to get back to the rest of the guys" Keegan says. as him and kick drag him out of there, because if they didn't he would have died there along with his brother. David still silently crying to himself, as they drag him out of the building.

And that's going to be the and for this. I hope you all enjoyed this! I hope this lived up to its expectation. I had a plan but then as I started writing it out it kind of just flopped but some people want it out anyway. So I hope it was somewhat enjoyable, and readable. Anyways I hope you're having a good day/night wherever you are. Reblogs, and comments are always appreciated 🖤

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hang on gotta ramble about the strawhat interpretations in this show and how wonderful they are in the live action. also y'know, put any worries to rest?

zorp

i was so worried at first that they'd only focus on making him a stoic badass and all the wonderful bits about zoro that makes him zoro would be lost

i didn't need to worry

zoro THINKS he's a badass. and yeah sometimes he's right. but it becomes very clear very quickly that this man is a fucking disaster. an absolute mess.

he's KIND.

a dork. sees a lil girl with her tray of horrible riceballs and is like 'omg a child. plz nooooooooo', and then instantly like 180s and is all 'brb cheering up this lil goober, nothing can stop me.'

he PAYS ATTENTION. he notices shit! y'know, that thing that zoro does? that characteristic? yeah! Also nice to see where his mind goes when him and nami try to guess each others' backstories; like her, he assumes the worst in people.

he emotes. he mopes over lack of alcohol like a fuckin idiot, he laughs open and freely often, he smiles, he gets startled, he has a thousand yard stare when he realizes just what kind of bullshit he's involved himself in when it comes to luffy.

hIS DEVOTION TO LUFFY. aaaaaaaaaaa. this is the big thing right? zoro's big turning point and it did not disappoint. He's genuine and raw with his delcaration to luffy, knowing the support luffy needs at that moment (aaaaaah, see? he notices things!) and reassuring/encouraging him. ffffffffuck. Then later on he fuckin checks up on luffy to see if he needs to talk. Will follow him to th ends of the earth into hell and right back out again vibes. it's perfect.

he's entertainingly petty. quick lil word jabs at sanji, unprompted. beautiful.

Loofs

what is there to say? if you don't already know, just watch. This is luffy. this is the best luffy. this is a precious bab personified sunshine. Everything you ever liked about luffy? Here, accounted for, amplified.

Namnams the boss

reminded me why i initially adored nami in the first place.

she's herding cats 24/7

assumes the worst in people, very cynical, is all 'nuuu fuck you y'all are garbage', but then when you blink she's exposing her bleeding heart gooey center, regretting everything about everything.

trying not to care, but cares so fuckin much omg, she's kind. she's so kind.

Usoppppppppppp

oh Ussop. Ussopp. Fantastic.

all of usopp's best traits, TAKEN UP TO 11

KIND

full of life and energy and joy like luffy, backs down and regrets life choices on a daily basis, cARES SO MUCH AAAAAAAAA

can we get a collection of his stories? he's really entertaining. like VERY entertaining, also if you're not paying attention to what he's saying you could easily initially buy what he's selling... until he brings his lies into ridiculous territories xD

excellent at quick thinking. thinks on his feet, fly by the seat of his pants, he'S USOPP.

also. ahem. he's very pretty.

does not want to be in the fight scenes but runs in anyways.

snergle

he's not gross. he's not creepy. he's not a raving misogynist. omg.

it feels like his main reaction to pretty womenz is being completely enamored. like he's just mesmerized by his own idea of women as a fantasy fey being glittering in front of him.

actually charming? WHAT? he knows how to actually be charismatic/charming? TO A WIMMENZ? WHAT IS THIS NOW? WHERE HAS THIS BEEN, ODA? HEY. TAKE. NOTE.

sooooooooo full of smiles and laughs.

wears his heart on his sleeve, ALL emotions out front nothing hidden, nothing held back.

KIND. hmmm, i'm noticing a trend here.

very obviously cares about people.

still an idiot, like, this was a given. i want to make it clear he's not some suave fucker, no, this boy a dorkus who rolled high in luck and smiles and it's been helping a lot.

so emotional. and unlike most media where 'emotional' on a dude looks like rage grump murder hobo badass, here instead it's like a fuckin breath of fresh air. it's not toxic. it's just... genuine? is that the word i'm looking for? hmmm.

it's obvious he cares deeply for luffy. and fuck man, i really miss that for sanji.

i'm sure i had more to say, but i've rambled enough for now.