#look I fucking HATE open water in video games

[subjxctseventeen]

this is the best day of my life and i'm not even slightly exaggerating i am gently kissing every dev at guerrilla on the forehead rn

[abyssalpriest]

Working with Leviathan be like

Leviathan: *completely both rewrites a severe trauma trigger back into something neutral and freeing, and further reconnects me to the Sky and myself off plane and pre-incarnation in the space of 24 hours* yeah nice, anyway we should play video games now I'm tired

[stinmybubs]

“Rot my brain.”

Roommate B. Katsuki in love with a girl whose addicted to video games.

B. Katsuki x AFAB! Reader

Bakugou never understood why you were so glued to your PC or any console you could get your little hands on. Sitting there for hours and hours playing brain rotting video games.

It pissed him the fuck off.

You barley left your room other to use the bathroom, shower, eat, and clean out your room. He was a bit glad you were a clean type of gamer instead of a stinky messy one.

Random packages you’d order always piling up at the door, he almost tripped over them when he had to leave for work. How the fuck were you able to afford so much shit without a job?

He would make dinner in hopes you would eat with him, but of course you always ate ramen or some sort of frozen meal before he even got home.

He felt as if he was living alone with some girl coming and going at random times, he barley saw you. Which he should be thankful for, but he was head over heels for you, why? He doesn’t even know.

Maybe it was the time you helped him back in the apartment when he was drunk, letting him rant to you on your shared couch before you slipped away to your cave.

Or the time he accidentally walked in on you cosplaying a character in a skimpy outfit, taking pictures of yourself in lewd positions before you screamed at him to get out of your room.

Or maybe it was the little conversations you two would have at the most unexpected times. The conversations that made it seem you two knew each other for a life time.

He had to find out what the hype was about, so he barged into your room while you were playing a very competitive game. Clearly you didn’t notice his hand placed on the back of your chair as he hovered over you.

He didn’t know what game you were playing, it was a first person shooter so it could honestly be any game in the world.

“One flank.” You speaking spooked him a bit, he hasn’t seen you so focused on something ever.

Soon the game ended, with him sitting there next to you the whole time. You took of your headphones, letting them slide down your neck while you leaned back in your chair with a long sigh. “I’m loosing my mind…” turning to grab your water you jump in fear at the man sitting next to you.

“HOLY SHIT BAKUGOU!” You scream, leaning so back your chair almost falls backwards but Katsuki was quick enough to catch you.

“What the fuck are you doing in here!? When did you even get in??”

“I jst’ wanted to see what the hype was all about. You’re always in your room playin this shit.”

“Oh…uh, I don’t know why I’m so into this game, it makes me so fucking mad I hate it so much.”

“Then why do ya’ keep playin it.”

“Cuz it’s fun.”

Katsuki just looked at you like you said the most dumbest shit he’s ever heard. Which made you burst into laughter.

“Here I’ll teach you how to play! And maybe you could be my duo!” You cheered letting him take your spot in your chair.

After that day Katsuki played with you whenever had had free time, forcing you to eat dinner with him outside your room and stop eating all that processed shit you always ate.

This way you two got closer, he of course didn’t play all the time since he didn’t want his brain to rot and he had a full time job. So he stopped to watch you in your room, hanging out on your bed watching you closely. Probably making fun of your plays too.

You ended up opening up to katsuki, getting out of your room more whenever he got home, you at the door greeting him was always the best part of his day. He loved having movie night with you, he never shows it but he was just so happy to be closer to you.

Sooner or later, you two were more than just roommates.

AN: school is kicking my butt cuz of graduation. I am trying to finish all my 100 follower specials!

(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

[moonastroellie]

I need sub Ellie pls??!!?!!

Literally have the perfect idea for this one!

Warning: 18+, smut, agrophilla (kinda?), weed usage, loser ellie, blood mentioned, public sex (in a tent?), TRANSGENDER ELLIE, I hate this but it's fine.

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"dude" Dina says turning to face you as you hold the joint in your hand—you never really smoked weed but you were with Jesse, Dina and Ellie so you decided what the hell? May as well enjoy myself. What you didn't expect is to be fully zoned out, blank mind thinking about nothing.

"hmm?" You finally wake up from your trance and look at Dina dumbfounded. "May I please have the joint?"

"oh, yeah of course sorry!" You handed her the joint before looking at Ellie, you couldn't help but smile at her, the poor girl was barely high and watched you laughing at absolutely nothing, probably a simple question would make you laugh.

Before you know it everyone is high, you watched Jesse successfully cut his hand open on a branch when he tried to climb up a tree (he's fine don't worry!), Dina bandaging up Jesse's hand and giggling with Jesse... But Ellie... Ellie and you cuddling, her back pressed against the log you sat at and you between her legs, eyes closing as her long fingers mess with your hair...

"you're so pretty" Ellie mumbles out, you hum in acknowledgement, looking up at her and she smiles.

"we're going to bed, you two don't stay up too late" Jesse looks at Ellie and then at you, he winks and Ellie flips him off making Dina laugh.

Eventually an hour had passed and you were ready for bed, Ellie helped you up and offered you a glass of water to which you politely declined and mentioned you had your own water bottle.

You couldn't sleep, and you were so fucking horny, you always wondered what Ellie did when she was high—of course, besides playing video games like the little stoner loser she is.

"Els?" You ask quietly and she replies back with a simple hum. "Can I sleep with you?" She agrees and lets you into her bed, your groggy and slightly tired state leaves you feeling weird around Ellie, but it was a good feeling... You always liked Ellie, you were sure she knew that.. Jesse and Dina definitely did but you never told her in case it ruined years of friendship.

"you comfy?" Ellie mumbles as she hugs you from behind, "hmm" you reply softly.

Ellie plays with your hair softly, so gently- as if you were made of glass, you could break at any moment.

You turn over to face her and smile softly, Ellie could see you even though it was pitch black in the tent—softly holding your cheeks, she smiles back at you and pulls a strain of your hair behind your ear and quietly questions you, "y'know how pretty you are?"

"what?" You whisper to her, she smiles "can I kiss you?"

"yes, please"

Ellie holds onto your waist gently, pushing you on top of her- Ellie's groans as she kisses your lips softly, you grind your hips down into her and a whimper leaves her throat.

"can't be- fuck me, loud" you nod to her, holding her jaw softly so you can kiss up her neck, she felt so soft and delicate- her whines so adorable.

You grind your hips gently down, feeling her now impossibly hard dick—she whimpered a little too loudly, you cover her mouth "shh, Els" she chuckles softly, and nods "please fuck me" she begs, you raise an eyebrow at her and agree.

You remove your pants and chuck them to god knows where, Ellie brings her hand to your panties and pulls them aside- the poor girl was practically drooling at the sight of your wet pussy.

"can I?" She asks, you nod and bring her hand to your pulsating clit.

You throw your head back as soon as she touches your clit, she smiles and you buck your hips into her hand.

She moves her fingers into your wet pussy, moving her fingers inside your gummy walls hitting spots you could never get yourself- "Ellie" you choke out, "yeah?" She groans as she arches her fingers to hit your g-spot over and over again.

"need you inside of me" she nods, planting herself up on her arms and pulling off her t-shirt, you were drooling at the sight of her abs- she pulls down her trackpants and boxers down to her thighs, her hard dick against her stomach, you pull your panties to the side and wrap your small fingers around her dick that was literally throbbing against your touch.

You straddle her hips and guide her dick to your wet hole, she groans loudly as you plant yourself on her dick.

The stretch was so addictive, it felt so good and you needed all of her- you felt greedy, but you needed all of her.

Ellie wraps her arms around you to bring you closer to her body, groaning as you rock your hips back forth along her length.

You whimper softly as she brings her mouth to your neck, softly sucking marks on your neck, marking you as her own.

"so fucking pretty" she mumbles against your neck, this makes you clamp down onto her, she groans loudly, and she drops her hands to your waist and grips on tightly, her eyes gently rolling to the back of her head out of pleasure "don't, d-dont fuck" you laugh out a "what?"

"I'll cum" you continue to rock your hips back forth, at this point you couldn't stop moaning—ellies lips crash against yours to shut you up, you start whining into her mouth, she knows what the sound means.

"i know, I know just-" she whimpered out, she's close too, she brings her hand to your clit, you practically fall against her at this feeling- it's becoming too much, you need to cum. You moan way too loudly "babe, you need to- Jesse and Dina" you nod whimpering "Ellie I'm so fucking close"

"I know lemme" she begins to thrust up into your clamping pussy, her fingers speeding up on your clit.

Before you know it, pants and whimpers fill the tent- your walls clenched down onto her as you came hard around her.

Ellie's dick twitches, and she thrusts back up into you one more time before groaning loudly, her toes curl hard and her abs contract as she cums- her eyes rolling to the back of her head, you lay down on Ellie as you regain your breath.

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A/n: I have writer's block, so this is fucking terrible

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

“Where do you think you're going?”

“Um…”

“What did you want to do? A joke? Do your parents hate Bruce?”

"No! I…I didn't want to do anything to Mr. Wayne!”

“So what are you holding in your hand?”

“Well…”

Without waiting for an answer and with little ceremony, Jason took the kid's hand and opened it. Inside was a glass vial, containing a clear liquid.

“What the fuck is this kiddo?”

“Holy water,” the child murmured.

Jason raised an eyebrow, “Holy water? Do you think Bruce is a vampire?”

If jt weren't so absurd, he would laugh. Eh, a Batman wasn't that different from a vampire, right?

The kid shook his head, “No, not Mr. Wayne. The man who is with him.”

“Clark?”

“The vampire,” the other corrected him. “I know what it is, and he's hurting Mr. Wayne. “

“I doubt you know,” Jason said, holding back a laugh. Even Bruce would find it hilarious: Mister Sunshine mistaken for a creature of darkness.

What a story!

"I know!" the boy insisted. “I once saw Miss Vale lock his hand in a door, and he wasn't hurt! Every time he shows up at a gala, strange things happen and he and Mr. Wayne disappear."

It was all explainable if you knew their secret identities and you knew that Batman and Superman certainly couldn't fail to intervene when there was an emergency situation. Then they were in Gotham, there was always some emergency or mass escape from Arkham. Someone had made a video game about this, which had been far too successful and Jason suspected it had been created by the Riddler to get fresh ideas for future escape plans.

“Also, every time Mr. Wayne returns, he limps strangely and has bruises on his neck. He is clearly being attacked by a vampire!”

Jason opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, “Did you say bruises on the neck?”

“Yes!” the child replied impatiently.

“What kind of bruises?”

“A series of red dots, very similar to vampire bites.”

“Or horny alien's bites” Jason thought with disgust. Now that he thought about it, Bruce occasionally disappeared with his good friend Superman, to take care of important things, at least as he said. Jason had thought those two were going around looking for clues, not looking for a corner to make out like teenagers.

Read more Bruce Wayne and his vampire boyfriend

[soulwrit3s]

shuriri hcs p2

they FaceTime at horrible times because of their time difference but neither of them really complain.

Riri’s homegirls thought she was delusional bc she was going off of CRUMBS. (Shuri didn’t speak often but not because she didn’t like her, simply because she had no idea how.)

“I swear she wants me.”

“All She did was text hello.”

“Girl literally shut the fuck up, I can’t have shit.”

Temp wise. Shuri’s always too cold and Riri’s always too hot so cuddling is an issue. Taking showers together is an issue too.

“The water is too damn cold.”

“It’s fine, the water doesn’t need to be scalding.”

Once Shuri creased one of Riri’s shoes and it took everything in Riri not to have a reaction.

“It’s fine.”

“I’ll buy you a new pair-“

“They’re limited, it’s okay. Really it’s fine.”

Her eye started twitching.

Shuri’s biggest pet peeve is when Riri interrupts her in the bathroom with her speaker. She’s always blasting music and Shuri sees it as her own version of ‘me time’.

“Rianna, turn that music down.”

“Girl—-this is Mariah Carey, it’s her old shit.”

Shuri will close the door on her.

One of Riri’s pet peeves is when Shuri drives her car like it’s her own and not only that she always leaves an empty cup in there.

When they face time, on of them is always asleep. Most of the time it’s Riri.

Riri kisses her teeth after Shuri irritates her and it always makes the Royal do a 360.

“What was that?”

“Nothin’.”

Shuri’s phone is always dying when they go out so she and Riri practically share Riri’s phone all the time.

They know how to braid each others hair but don’t like doing each others hair.

The public only knows they’re dating because of photos of them front row at multiple bull games. At first, Riri was anxious about it but stopped caring after a little.

Shuri can’t dance and when Riri invites her to parties the only thing she’ll do is a little two step.

“You not gon dance?”

“This isn’t enough?”

When they went to go visit Riri’s mom, Her mother wanted to help Shuri unpack and…opened the wrong backpack up.

“I can explain.”

“Please do not.”

They had to keep the door wide open that night. (Riri’s mom said so.)

Riri likes to pick at Shuri’s face when she sees a mark or pimple and it pisses Shuri off bad.

“You’re going to make it worse.”

“No, I’ll just-“

“Do not.”

Shuri stopped buying Riri jewelry often because she realized that Riri’s very messy and loses her stuff often.

When they go to fancy events together, they look like they want to go home. It’s so obvious and they only straighten up when they see a Dora or someone walk around them.

They can’t go to intimate dinners because they can’t be serious so they end up being a little too loud.

They can’t play video games together because Riri taps out the minute she loses and declares a rematch before the game can end.

“This shit is rigged-“

“We haven’t finished.”

Shuri is actually very scared of Horror movies and refuses to watch them.

Riri sometimes lies on her back in her sleep and Shuri thinks it’s the weirdest thing ever (I agree.)

Sometimes they wear each others clothes like sweats, etc and don’t even realize until they step out.

Riri makes Shuri take her photos for all her Instagram post and Shuri hates doing it because of how picky she gets.

“It’s fine, is this for vogue?”

“No, now lower the phone and take this photo.”

Shuri is the sassiest person known to man and her comebacks during arguments make Riri’s eye twitch.

“I said what I said.”

“I didn’t ask.”

Shuri CAN’T watch a movie without bashing it every two seconds.

“What’s the use in having them run if the area is limited?”

“Just watch.”

Riri can’t watch a movie without asking questions.

“When did he die?”

“Riri, please- hold on.”

When Riri leaves the house, Shuri takes her jewelry (her chains, rings, etc) and wears them as her own. Riri notices her collecting them and lets her.

They pick up each other’s facial expressions and look at each other when someone around them says something real stupid.

They played just dance one time and Shuri injured herself somehow so they haven’t played it since.

Riri did in fact take Shuri to Coachella at some point because Shuri had mentioned it a couple of times.

They’re the type of couple that will share two earbuds so they can listen to music together.

When they’re on missions/programs together they can never stay serious.

“ Is she really a villain? I mean she’s kinda bad-“

“Rianna.”

…

“You don’t like my new suit?”

“I didnt-“

“Just say you don’t want me anymore.”

…

“You’re dramatic, get up.”

“What if I was actually dead?”

“Then you’re…dead or with the ancestors? I don’t know man.”

“I truly cannot stand you.”

…

“For the love of God, I never said she was pretty. I said-“

“You said she’s smart, that’s so much worse.”

“Jesus.”

…

this had been sitting in my drafts for far too long.

@imnotb @sapphicsourcee @xchoxix

k bye bye till November pookiees 🩵

[multiwreckedmess]

February Filth Fest - Day 5

Pairing: Lee Know(Minho) x fem!reader Kink: Dacryphilia WC: 1.5k Summary: Minho is the classic best friend who hates all your boyfriends. He’s always had a good reason to hate them, you are just always late to see it. TW/CW: Dacryphilia, possessive Minho, break up sex, unprotected sex, pull out method, surprisingly soft? no pronouns used but reader has fem genitalia.

You looked like a drowned cat and maybe that’s why Minho let you into his apartment that night. Umbrella forgotten at the movie theater, mind preoccupied with disbelief.  You didn’t stop running for the whole ten blocks it took you to reach his building’s alcove, fully equipped with a new video buzzer. Panting and shaking and dripping you rang his number and prayed that he was home snuggly on a Friday night rather than out on the town.

You were buzzed up without a word from him. Unusual but appreciated. Normally he’d play a back and forth game with you as though he didn’t know who you were before pretending to reluctantly let you in, much to your embarrassment. This time he didn’t even say hello, just the heavy thud of the lock deactivating answering your call. The apartment door was cracked open for you, one of his orange cats greeting you with a loud meow before trotting to the kitchen.

“Minho?” You could barely keep your voice from wobbling. Adrenaline wearing off you grasped the wall of the entryway for support. “He’s a fucking asshole Minho you were right. You were right. I was dumb. Tell me you told me so. Come on, get it over with.” The man appears, two bottles of soju in hand, no glass in sight. Giving you a once over he frowns, “you’re wet.” “It’s raining.” “Ah. I see.” He disappears only to reappear with a pair of sweats and a shirt throwing them at you with little ceremony. “Change before I gloat, you look depressing.” You sniff and giggle. It’s remarkable how sobbing and laughing feel so alike to your diaphragm. The kick of muscles forcing air out of your nose and mouth, the only difference is the ache in your heart.

In his bathroom you gingerly peel off your wet clothes and lay them over the safety bar in the shower to dry. Tipping your head over the tile you fluff your rain matted hair and check the reflection. Pitiful. Dark ring of mascara covering your undereyes, lashes heavy with retained water. Or tears.

A soft knock at the door. “Hey,” Minho’s voice reverberates from the other side. “Everything fit okay?” “Oh, yeah,” you swing the door open. He’s propped against the frame casually, nearly nose to nose with you. You jump a little. “Boo.” He smirks and hands you your bottle of soju. “Tell me, what did this one do?”

Minho had an annoying habit of prognostication when it came to your love life. It started when you’d first introduced him as you best friend to your latest fling. The strong handshake, the set jaw, the forced smile, all indicators that he was jealous and controlling. Minho smiled back. They hated each other. Minho knew the fling would pull the “your friend or me” card on you and end it. The next guy was no better, Minho hated his sleazy smile and immediate fallback to “bro code” as if they’d been friends longer than you and he had. This current  boyfriend he just flat out hated. He told you he hated him. He didn’t like that when you talked your boyfriend would look at his phone more than you. He thought he was rude and arrogant and told you not to trust him.

“He cheated Minho. He’s a fucking cheater.” Your heart sinks down into your stomach. Brushing passed Minho you collapse into his overstuffed couch, another small brown cat comes to investigate you. Minho swigs his soju. Legs pulled into your chest, fingers pulling and stretching the cuffs of his sweats. “They look good on you. Keep them.” “Did you hear me Minho? I caught him. In the fucking movie theater with some bitch. Can you just, I don’t know, tell me how dumb I am and that you knew it from the beginning and get it over with please.” Your words bounce off of him, face blank, staring straight at you. He knows it’s not the right time, in fact it could be the worst time but he can’t help it. He’s already a bottle into the night and you look so cold and pathetic. “You look really pretty when you cry.” Somehow it doesn’t sound so bad when he says it. “Your eyes are really sparkly and your nose is cute and red,” he continues kneeling by the couch. “I knew he’d cheat on you from the first time we sat down for drinks. I’ve hated him since that night. I’m glad he’s going to be out of your life.”

Every word feels sharp in your ears, ringing painfully all the way to your chest and burrowing in your throat. Biting your lip you nod, “okay, yeah. You’re right.” Scooting behind you he pulls you into his lap, head to his shoulder. It was a familiar position, familiar circumstance. You fall into him easily, seeking his warmth and strength.Your warm breath fanning on his neck, small hiccups shaking the both of you, how your fingers curl around the cotton of his black tee shirt, it’s the small moments where his heart wants to take care of you most.   “You’re dumb for wasting your time on him. On all of them.” “Make it not hurt anymore Minho, please,” you look up, eyes red and puffy, into his and plead. “I hurt so much.” His lips catch yours, “okay. If you trust me. I will. I’ll take care of you.” Nodding your nose brushes his, your lips meeting again softly. “I do. I trust you.”

Holding your waist he adjusts you to face him, sunken into the couch straddling his thighs. His heart beating wildly he gulps, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.” “I know.” You let his arms swallow you whole, losing yourself to his kiss. Rough calloused palms run under your borrowed shirt along your back. Each kiss places a patch over a wounded soul. One to your throat, one between your breasts, one for each of your wrists, even leaning you back to kiss your stomach. He maps your invisible scars with his fingertips, all the battles he couldn’t fight for you, all the times he regretted not saying something sooner. “Fuck me and make it hurt,” you demand in a whisper. “I need to hurt.” “No,” he wants to elaborate. He wants to tell you that you’ve hurt enough. That you don’t need more physical pain to feel like what you are feeling is valid. But he doesn’t, slowly stripping you both of your sweatpants. “Please,” your voice is small and whiny. “Is that how he fucked you?” “No.” “Then no.” Minho slides two fingers in your spread pussy, stopping your chatter with his mouth on yours.

Every movement feels slow motion. The slick sound of you hips rocking into his palm, thumb brushing over your clit. Minho touches you like you could break easily in his arms. Kisses you like he was trying to catch a floating bubble on his lips. Even sliding down on his dick felt easy and smooth, slotting in like you were made for him. Fully seated with him inside you melt over his chest, chin on his shoulder.

It’s the most complete you’ve felt in years. Sticky sound of skin peeling off of skin as you rock into each other and breathe. He smells sweet and spicy, familiar and warm. He holds you to him as he moves more quickly, fucking up into you, chasing your whimpers and sighs.

Minho can feel your walls flutter and clench around him,your thighs growing tired you crash down onto him hard, forcing him deeper and closer. He keeps pace as you squirm and whine unintelligibly. “That’s it, let it out. You can let go. Let go for me okay? You’re safe.” He whispers, encouraging softly to contrast the brutal snap of his hips.

“Mmhohkay, Minho- I-”

Groans forced from your body with each stroke you feel it again, the overwhelming tightness in your chest that spreads and blossoms up to your throat and down to the tops of your thighs. The heat between you is all consuming. You need air. Leaning back onto his thighs, fingers clawing his biceps, air rushes into your lungs. Minho already has one hand at your clit to make up for the loss of friction, pressing against it with his middle and ring finger making small harsh circles. You cum violently, pent up with rage and sadness, sobbing and swearing and shaking.

“Too good, Minho, it feels-it’s-” your voice is rough and shaking with each syllable. He loves it. He loves how destroyed you are. Destroyed in the way you should be, racked with pleasure until you are broken and his.

His. The thought circles and wraps around his brain like a cobra. Minho cums with a strained high grunt, slipping out of you and spraying his release on your tummy. Globs of pearly white streaking your skin. Despite the mess he scoops you up back against his chest. Kissing and coddling you as you vibrate in his arms. “Whose tears are these?”

“Yours Minho.” You smile and wipe your cheek.

He rubs his thumb under your eye, collecting remnants of mascara and tears. “No more crying for anyone else.”

This was a lot softer than i expected to write him. I just didn’t feel like writing him too mean or rough this time even though generally i like mean!minho.

[cadaverre]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ the swords are drawn, they really are

JUNO ☆ they/them (i dont mind she/her) ☆ minor (xv) ☆ bisexual ☆ cancer sun, libra moon, sag rising ☆ intp-t ☆ aus ☆ either a celestial god or a pebble ☆ anxious mess ☆ i change my theme way too much ☆ sparkling water > regular water ☆ in love with piercings and wants all of them ☆ professional procrastinator ☆ a humanities/arts/music girl in a science/maths world ☆ dont know much abt society but i know i hate capitalism ☆ wouldnt survive a day without spotify ☆ free palestine!! ☆

LOVES ⭑.ᐟ - literature, the arts, queer culture, astronomy + astrology, witchcraft, feminism (no terfs allowed!!!!), cold drinks, miniskirts, doc martens, dark red, nail polish, mascara, lipgloss, brie (always dreaming of cheese), pinterest, spotify, my headphones, the ocean, my grandparents house, spring+winter, fiddling around on the guitar, fantasising about being a famous musician, finding new music, snow, going to concerts, psychology, web weaving, learning languages (currently learning spanish and i want to learn latin!)

BOOKS ⭑.ᐟ - osemanverse, the hunger games, books by rhiannon wilde, tim te maro's subterranean heartsick blues, all the best liars, books by octavia butler (specifically parable of the sower and parable of the talents), the last true poets of the sea, acotar, the weight of the stars, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the picture of dorian grey, house of hollow, howls moving castle, harry potter (mainly marauders, FUCK JKR), i kissed shara wheeler, red white and royal blue, song of achilles, wings of fire, the secret history, crime and punishment

MOVIES + SHOWS ⭑.ᐟ - juno, dont look up, little women (2019), scream (i like most of them but 1996 is my fav by far), ladybird, barbie (2023), some of the mcu (thor and guardians of the galaxy <33), spiderverse (itsv is my love), gilmore girls, stranger things, loki, heartstopper, arcane, scott pilgrim takes off + scott pilgrim vs the world, mean girls (i love both hehe), dr who, percy jackson (the show, i um havent read the books), gossip girls, do revenge, my little pony, the bear, hannibal, we are lady parts, bottoms

MUSIC ⭑.ᐟ - boygenius + solos, taylor swift, glaive, brakence, paramore, ricky jamaraz, melanie martinez, lana del rey, ashnikko, girl in red, billie eilish, doja cat, big thief, adrianne lenker, ethel cain, mitski, remi wolf, cigarettes after sex, ericdoa, tv girl, clairo, the neighbourhood, bon iver, deftones, maneskin, courtney barnett, poppy, the smiths, american football, susannah joffe, renee rapp, mcr, the front bottoms, pierce the veil, gracie abrams, feeble little horse, esha tewari, radiohead, chappell roan, charli xcx

ALBUMS ⭑.ᐟ - the record, 1989 tv, around the fur, riot, three cheers for sweet revenge, all we know is falling, hypochondriac, girl with fish, doa, things with wings, punk2, songs, masterpiece, guts, lust for life, dykttatuob, punisher, stranger in the alps, i care so much that i dont care at all, collide with the sky, manic, badlands, folklore, trafoamp, k-12, crybaby, portals, this is why, ttpd + the anthology, hit me hard and soft, the bends, brat, the secret of us, home video

TALK TO ME ⭑.ᐟ - asks and dms are open for chatting/venting/whatever, i might take a while to respond ☆ i rarely follow people without an intro post/descriptive bio (with name, age group and pronouns especially) ☆ discord is astraeasparrow ☆ i dont currently have any trigger warnings tagged but just send me an ask/dm if you want me to tag something specific!! ☆dni: people who are: rude, racist, homophobic, transphobic, zionist, terfs, sexist, ableist, antisemitic

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[saturdaynightspecialpresentation]

I've finished the main story of Fallout 3 (But not Broken Steel) and it's bad, but in a way that I find extremely confusing and just need to talk about.

Giant essay (And some spoilers) under the cut.

First of all, I feel like the received wisdom is that the east coast games are the bad ones and the west coast games are the good ones, which is true but it means that people really exaggerate the flaws of the east coast games while minimizing and excusing those of the west coast games.

Like, in the HBomberguy video on Fallout 3 he spends a lot of time on how much the intro of Fallout 3 sucks but like...

I'm sorry, compared to Fallout 1 and Fallout 2?

Fallout 2, which has one of the most obnoxious, hated, and ill-conceived tutorials on video game history?

There's a sort of refusal to meet Fallout 3 even halfway in that video, but if we approach Fallout 1 and 2 with the same attitude, *they also look really bad*.

Fallout 1 doesn't really have a tutorial, but it does have a cave full of rats.

I think it took me until my second or even third playthrough of Fallout 1 to realize that you could actually go into Vault 13 and talk to people inside. The game does not give you, the player, any reason to be attached to Vault 13, to the point that I literally did not even think of it as a location in the game.

You're getting the water chip because that's the plot of the game, not because you have a sense of Vault 13 as a concrete place.

The Temple of Trials in Fallout 2 is just a mess, yeah there's like one dude you can get past with a speech check, great, but I hope your weedy speech and guns character likes killing giant ants with a spear that you don't know how to use.

And of course, within the reality of the game it's utter fucking nonsense, that this village on the verge of collapse also built this enormous stone temple full of traps and puzzles and mechanisms just to train people how to leave the village.

It's one of the most egregiously terrible tutorial levels in RPG history.

Meanwhile, the intro to Fallout 3 shows you what it's like to grow up in the vault; you meet actual characters, you get a sense of both the ways that your character is safe and pampered, but also that she's trapped with these people, not all of whom are likeable or even necessarily entirely safe to be around.

Then, her comfortable life is suddenly exploded, she can't rely on the vault and has to make a daring escape, and it ends with an expansive vista acting as a contrast to the narrow corridors of the vault, as a world of possibility and danger opens up before you.

Look, maybe it needs to be edited down to be shorter, rewritten a bit, but conceptually this is a much better, more immersive way to do a tutorial than either of the first two games.

Unlike 1, I spent most of the beginning of Fallout 3 thinking about when I'd have enough footing to go back to my former home and confront the Overseer, and then when I did it turned out I was ridiculously overpowered, which was thematically actually really great! It felt like my character had grown bigger from her experience than even she realized and steamrolling these absurd, small vault people really brought that home in a satisfying way.

Compare to Fallout 1 and 2, where the home your character grew up in is just kind of a meaningless macguffin.

I don't want to paper over the major flaws of the tutorial or of Vault 101 in general; there's some major, even crippling flaws in execution.

But even with those it's still the best intro out of the three games.

My point is more, because Fallout 2 is a generally better game than 3, people sort of excuse major flaws in 2, while ignoring the things that actually work and make good sense in 3.

Which brings me to my main point:

What the hell happened to the writing process in Fallout 3?

Yes, it's bad, but it's bad in the way of like... a cake that got taken out of the oven ten minutes earlier than it should have.

The fact that it's just the story of Fallout 1 and the story of Fallout 2 at the same time is an issue, but more of the same, particularly after a long hiatus between games, is not the worst sin in the world.

The real question I have is why does it feel so unfinished? It's like the sketch of a plot that they were going to finish later.

Like, here's a small example:

President Eden never explains why he wants to use the FEV to kill everyone off.

Here:

"I know this solution may seem extreme to you, but the truth is, we are losing to the super mutants. There are more of them every day, while we are losing soldiers to attrition, to desertion, even, I am afraid to say, despair.

"Morale is low, you've already seen that Colonel Autumn is actively countermanding my orders; unless something drastic is done I truly feel America will be no more.

"This is not a decision I make lightly; Yes, there will be some collateral damage, but such is the nature of war, and I will not fail to act while there is still a way to save America.

"This is the burden I must bear as your President."

Done. Easy.

So incredibly easy that I genuinely don't understand why a line like that isn't in there.

And it's really easy to imagine Colonel Autumn's objections, too, but those also aren't spelled out.

Like, what if Colonel Autumn truly wants to use the Purifier as a water purifier but because of his jingoism he just feels that anybody else taking command is a risk to US security, and that violence is the only language that wastelanders understand.

Maybe President Eden even tries to negotiate with your dad on peaceful terms, but Autumn just tries to use force and the situation escalates and your dad still dies.

And then later you find out that Eden is planning to kill off 90% of the wasteland and as Autumn has realized that he's trying to stop it, and you have to deal with the fact that Colonel Autumn is both a cold-blooded killer and actually trying to help people.

Like, I am barely moving any of the pieces around. The bones of this story are already here.

And that's a really bizarre thing about playing this game: at all times it's really clear how you would use the exact same characters and plot elements to tell essentially exactly the same story in a much better way than it is actually told in the game.

There are a ton of cases where characters don't really explain their motivations even though, like, 15 seconds of thought let's you come up with a perfectly plausible motivation which could be expressed in a couple of lines of dialogue.

It's just kind of baffling. This is not an ill-conceived game, although all of the ambition is in building the 3d world, and the story is just... weirdly neglected.

Just retelling the first two games again is an unambitious choice but... there's already an extremely clear roadmap of how to tell those stories in a satisfying way, so it's really perplexing to me that they don't really manage it.

I'm curious what happened with the writing process here, it's bizarre.

[scaryscarecrows]

VIDEO GAMES SAVED MY LIFE

...okay, probably not really, but they made it LESS BAD.

SO.

Yesterday, as I was preparing to wash my dog, I was set upon by a cockroach. There's a lot of desert by my house, and sometimes things come looking for water. Mr. Lucas is usually the bug-getter, but even he can't catch 'em all, and he missed this one.

I hate roaches. I hate them. I have a phobia, okay, I will do objectively more dangerous things if that means I don't have to deal with them.

So of course I fucked off for my lord and savior, Hotshot.

I come back. I open the bathroom door. THIS BASTARD STARTS TO FLY. AT MY FACE. NO HESITATION.

This, my friends, this is where those all violent video games with 'SHIT SHIT SHIT HIT IT HIT IT UNTIL IT STOPS ATTACKING' paid off. My response to this horror was to scream, "DON'T YOU FUCKING FLY AT ME" and panic-spray it out of the air.

[moronic-validity]

The Shower

GUYS I'M SO FUCKING SORRY, MY BROTHER IS STAYING THE NIGHT AND WE STARTED PLAYING VIDEO GAMES AND THEN I STARTED PREPPING FOR TOMORROW'S BREAKFAST BC HE HAS LIKE 20 MINUTES TO EAT AND HAS TO HE UP AND AT EM AT LIKE 5 AM

Anyway, I'm gonna ptetend it's not after midnight here

Chapter 12 on my docs, so it's probably like 14? Idk. We're rolling with it

The DWU is 18+ bc a few chapters are. No warning for this chapter (i think)

I'll fix formatting later, I swear

Simon had grown more distant. 

It was one of the first things Winter had noticed since they had returned home. 

He had begun to sleep in his own room, only coming into their once shared space to shower or change clothes.

The only time he questioned Simon about it, he was met with a shrug and told he just wanted to have some time alone. 

He knew that wasn’t the full story, but he also knew that he’d tell him what was wrong when he was ready. 

Winter sat on his bed and listened to the shower run.

He was used to this by now.

He usually sat on the toilet seat and they would talk about their plans for the day, but Simon had asked for privacy, and that was something Winter could respect.

He still liked to sit nearby. 

Everyone had been vague when he asked about Simon’s injuries from his journey into the Fire Kingdom, only telling him to keep an eye on the other man. 

He felt like he was owed the information, given that he was the king, but no one would tell him anything.

He was completely in the dark.

Simon hated feeling like this, so helpless, so weak.

His injuries wouldn’t be healed in an afternoon with some beauty sleep, not like Winter’s. His would take time and proper care. 

He did his best to not let him know. 

He had started sleeping and showering alone, he wanted to make sure Winter never saw his wounds.

Which led him to this point. 

His hair was greasy and he didn’t want to think of how tangled it was. 

He had tried, early on, to shower like normal; bending over to wash his legs was painful enough to make his vision go white at the edges.

Washing his hair was the true nightmare though.

He couldn’t reach up to wash it and he had already ruled out bending over to do it. The best he could do was let the water run over it and hope for the best.

But this had gone on for long enough.

He pushed through the pain and began scrubbing his hair.

Simon felt like he was on the verge of blacking out, silently crying as he tried to work through the knots that had formed. 

He leaned back to wash the soap out of his hair and he felt the stitches along his chest begin to tear. 

He let out an almost involuntary sob and corrected his posture, now openly sobbing in the shower, all the frustration and pain pouring down the drain. 

Winter went into the bathroom without hesitating and found himself frozen to the spot.

It was the first time he had seen Simon’s body since before the Fire Kingdom. 

He didn’t know. 

Simon looked in his general direction, his vision blurred from the tears and his lack of glasses. 

He deflated. 

He opened his mouth to protest, but Winter simply took off his jacket and got in the shower with him. 

He was quiet and careful, washing the soap from Simon’s hair and beginning to condition it, meticulously working through each knot that had formed on his lover’s head. 

Simon continued to cry, relaxing into Winter’s touch. 

As he let the conditioner set, he began to wash Simon’s back and legs.

He couldn’t stop the tears from forming in his eyes. He didn’t know and he should have. His partner was trying so hard to be Atlas, but no man was made to cary the weight of the world. Not alone. 

He couldn’t figure out why Simon hadn’t told him what had happened, but at this point, he didn’t care. He just wanted to take all the pain away from him.

“Would you like me to wash your front?” The question came out as more of a strained whisper, trying to hide the pain in his voice.

Simon turned to face him and was confronted with the tear streaked face of the man he traveled across the multiverse to get back to. 

Winter looked down and began to wash his body, taking special care around his stitches.

They looked worse up close. The one that extended from the middle of his chest to just above his belly button was bleeding. 

His eyebrows knit in concern, but he said nothing.

They could talk about it later. 

He finished washing Simon’s body and had Simon turn back around so he could rinse the conditioner out of his hair.

When he was satisfied, Winter turned off the water and reached for a towel, drying Simon off with a level of care people generally only reserved for fine china. 

They were both unable to find the right words to express what was going through their heads, but Simon spoke first.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he gingerly motioned to the growing bloodstain on the once pristine towel, “I didn’t want you to see me this weak.”

Winter’s heart caught in his throat and the tears began to stream down his face again.

“Si…” He trailed off before hugging his Simon, his partner, his other piece.

He did his best to not press on either of his wounds, and rested his head on his good shoulder.

Simon relaxed in touch and let himself cry. 

“I was so scared Simon, I thought they killed you…” Winter whispered into his shoulder, “I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to you…”

He blinked a few times and let his words sink in.

He began to feel sick to his stomach that he even considered turning Winter over. 

“She…She made it sound like you only keep me around for sex and I…” Simon trailed off, unable to continue speaking. 

Winter bristled at the words, murmuring the word ‘no’ on repeat, disbelief, pain, and reassurance coating each word in equal measure. 

He carefully redressed Simon, a loose button-up and an old pair of sweatpants that were hidden in the bottom of their dresser, then walked him back to the medical wing to have his stitches looked at. 

It was only then he realized he and his clothes were soaking wet.

[kirnet]

🔥 :D

DING DING you are the winner of my blue submarine no 6 rant!!

For context: blue sub no 6 is a 4 part OVA from the nineties about a post apocalyptic world that was intentionally flooded by an evil scientist, leaving the vast majority of humanity dead and the rest living the best they can on the water. It kind of sucks? I am now obsessed with it. No one will know what the fuck I’m talking about.

Because there is only this OVA and an untranslated manga from 1967 that I can’t track down, another 5 part manga from the 90s that i dont think was translated either, and two untranslated video games, I am forced to scrounge the bottom of the barrel from fucking reddit for any sort of discussion. The following is my response to those overwhelmingly negative reactions.

All of the characters get criticized as shallow, which to some degree I can agree with because it is a short series (about 2 hours) with a lot of characters, but I think a lot of it is just a blatant refusal to engage with them in any meaningful way. Hayami isn’t a jaded asshole just bc his friend died, he’s a jaded asshole bc his trigger happy impulses directly led to his friend’s death! Because he’s actually a super sensitive and compassionate man as shown in the series even when he doesn’t want to be!! He’s an addict who has to self medicate to ease the pain because he cares SO MUCH. And a lot of blue sub’s characterization and world building is subtle, not a lot is really told to you. It has these beautiful moments of silence that just show you character and worldbuilding, which people hate bc I guess it confuses them? Did they pay attention?? And yes a lot of the other characters dont really get a lot of depth, but they still feel like real people in the little moments you get with them. It feels like a fleshed out world with real dynamics and real people that you were just dropped in the middle of, which many won’t like, but I think its better than spoonfeeding you every bit of information.

People also shit on the ending, which I get it is actually not an ending. It’s a very open ended end with really no conclusion. I think that fits with the uncertainty of humanity going forward in this world. There’s also a lot of criticism of the villain, who unfortunately is the the weakest part of the show when he should be the strongest, but I think a lot of this is bc of the above reasons. He’s an ecofascist who thinks that there were too many people on earth so he sped up global warming and flooded the majority of the world. Idk, maybe that hits closer to home now than it did in the 90s, but real communities are threatened by the sea and there are very real perpetrators of climate violence. His motivation is weak and kind of non existent- which is a fault of the story, but also like. what actual reason is there to justify something like this other than he was a rich powerful guy who could? Again, maybe it’s just because I’m looking at it in a very modern lens and reading too much into it (I surely am), but there’s a reason it doesn’t really bother me.

I’m gonna stop here before I explode. I dont think i can in good conscience really recommend it to anyone? but if someone does watch please tell me please

[rmorde]

FAVE PARTS OF JJK-S2 EPISODE 10:

I love this opening so much. Creative and accurate to how old computers start up.

The smooth transition between these two images was so good. From old and grainy footage to the smooth and clear "reality". Also the water animation was amazing!

My two faves working together for the first and last time. They would have been gremlins together. Yuji the movie dork and Kokichi the mecha dork.

They COULD HAVE BEEN MENACES TOGETHER! Talking about comic books and movies and animes and video games with Todo trying to get them into idols!

WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL!!!

This is an automatic fave. Why would it not? It's pretty iconic. But MAPPA really went EXTRA for this as usual.

Words of wisdom from Mahito. Something to think about more because I can't believe I forgot this detail that jujutsu/sorcery may be bending reality to a sorcere's will as well. After all, the way Gojo's ability works is "bring Infinity" into reality - he acknowledges that technically "infinity" isn't real but his powers make it so anyway.

So, logically, the world of JJK functions the same ways as ours in terms of physics but sorcerers can play around it with their CTs. 🤔

Very creative delivery of exposition by MAPPA as usual

Sad but true and it's fucking awful.

The only reason why curse users would go all out is because they know Gojo isn't there anymore. This also applies to You-Know-Who as well. I swear the only reason he did what he did recently in the manga is because the ultimate threat to his You-Know-What is finally eliminated thru cheating with the CT he stole.

The fact that Kokichi acknowledges that he did wrong, expressed regrets, and worked hard to redeem himself is why he is one of my faves. I'd defend his bad choices! And he is much better than Sugu-!

I find Gojo's overwhelming faith disturbing. It's sweet but disturbing nonetheless.

My two faves being happy together because they can retrieve Gojo. 😭

BEST SCENE EVER! 10 OUT OF 10!

NANAMIIIIIIIN!!!!!

NA-NA-MIN! NA-NA-MIN! NAna-NAna-NA-NA-MIN!

I don't know. It just stood out to me so much how as soon as Gojo was mentioned, Panda suddenly looked worried.

Gorgeous Nanami drawing! 😍

Two faves sharing braincells. As much as I rag on Mahito, I still love (and hate) him so much.

Two faves still sharing braincells bullying old man Jogo. Poor Jogo. ALSO! Gorgeous drawing of Choso of course!

The love they have for Geto...

Classic Karate-chop by Fushigiro

KITTY! GASP! MEOWY?!!!!!! MEOWY IS THAT YOU?!!!!!!!

MEOWY STRETCH!!!!

I approve Ino. Give the loaf kitty attention!

KITTY!!!

MAPPA. Fuck you for this one.

One last pic of the ultimate gremlin!

LMAO!!! Btw, this refers to Gojo! They're ragging on Gojo because he has gorgeous legs - long long lean legs! Ahahahaha

[iamthecomet]

And hoot again :D

Yeah, you’re very right (both with so quickly depending on it being overwhelming and with it showing how much I needed it)

The trip to therapy went quite well! The bus wasn‘t overly full on both ways, so I could sit down which was really good. I‘m still nervous for the first time that I’ll sit down on the floor if all seats are taken (it would be safer and better for me, but before I was always too scared to do that. Now that I have a cane that makes it sort of visible that I have trouble walking/standing, I want to try to do it).

I have suspected that I have hypermobile joints for a while (the problem is that I’m not in enough pain to really struggle so much that it would really be worth seeing a doctor for, but I’ll mention it when I got my next appointment). Part of the problem is my bad memory, because due to that I honestly can‘t even remember if I’m in pain (I know stuff constantly and quickly starts hurting but that’s probably normal in most cases and I also have a really high pain tolerance).

My body can do things it‘s apparently not supposed to do though

But I feel it with the cane, cause my wrist always sort of wobbles cause it’s really not stable. So I tried applying tape today, but only went to the very near grocery store that takes like a minute to walk to. So I don’t really know how much it has helped yet regarding walking with the cane. I do feel more comfortable though, and I think it‘s also helping me with writing and drawing

(On the video I watched the guy explained what the hypermobile thing in that hand he was showing it on is exactly, what it would look like if it wasn‘t hypermobile and what the tape is gonna do. And my thumb has the exact position that is a result of the joint being hypermobile (so like my suspicion doesn’t seem to be too wrong)

Since noon I had a really really bad headache that felt like my skull was split open and my brain crushed. So really not nice. I took 1,5 ibuprofen and later one paracetamol but nothing helped.

Then I tested myself cause I remembered that the only time I had such a bad headache was when I had COVID and boom! Positive

So yeah. I‘ll stay in bed tomorrow (and my head hurts so fucking much. I hate it)

I‘ll send you pics when the order gets here if you want! :D

But two pairs of Doc Martens sounds very nice!

A really sweet and funny story:

A friend of mine asked me to explain Ghost (as in, explain everything).

Three days ago I sent a video of like a few clips of Jutty, one of which being this clip in which he is like “unfollowing is bullying“ and “wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨“

And since then, we‘ve constantly been sending “wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨” back and forth (then we started to send the clip as a only one time viewable video so it wouldn’t be visible beforehand).

Today, I cut off the beginning of an edit and put that clip behind that to hide it and sent it to them. They have also hidden it in a poll on WhatsApp already

It turned into a game and we can‘t stop laughing about it because it‘s so fucking silly xD (it‘s practically like Rick-rolling)

wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨

(You just got wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨-ed. You‘re welcome xD)

~ @owlishanon

I'm glad it's still going well! It's good that it gives you so much peace of mind and that you feel confident doing what you need to do now without worrying that something awful is going to happen. But I'm so sorry that you have COVID! It's rotten. I hope you get lots of rest and your headache doesn't last too long. Sleep and drink lots of water! You can definitely send me pictures of the stuff you get when it comes in! I always love to see people's hauls! I am very excited about my docs. I paid $140 for both pairs, which is like half of one what one of them costs brand new. I feel VERY lucky about it. One pair is rusty orange suede, they're short boots. Great for every day. The other are standard black knee highs which have been my dream boots since, like, forever (I've owed many, many pairs of knee high lace-up boots, but none of them were Docs). The wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨 thing has me giggling. Thank you for that. What a great joke to have with your friends, seriously. Fucking Jutty. He kills me in the best ways.

[sensei-raven]

Hawk x chubby! Reader fluff

“You cant be serious! You’re actually mad at me?” Hawk exclaims, holding back a laugh. Y/N huffs, turning away from him. “Baby! It was a dream! I didn’t actually kiss Demetri, he’s your brother!” Hawk laughs, not being able to contain it anymore. “You were fucking him! And yes I am still mad. You cheated on me with my brother.” She whines, looking at him now, only to find their faces are a few inches apart. Hawk grabs her lovehandles, pulling her body flush against his. “I love you and only you. And I’d only fuck you. Yeah, me and Dem are best friends, but you’re the love of my life and I would choose you over anyone any day of the year.” Hawk smiles softly, kissing her forehead softly. “I love you. You’re right, I just hate that thought and you know how I can get jealous…” Y/n smiles back. Hawk kisses her passionately, y/n wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you more.” He whispers as they pulled away. “Now. Let’s order some pizza, and you, me AND Dem can play video games all night.” Hawk suggests, causing y/n to nod, pecking his lips again. “Alright. That sounds nice. But I wanna do your guys hair.” She smirks, running her chubby fingers through his long, soft, purple and black hair. Hawk whines at this, pouting. “Fine. Only cause I love you so much.” He smiles softly. Dem walks in the living room, furrowing his eyebrows at the sight. ��What’s going on here? You two alright?” Demetri asks, walking to the kitchen to open the fridge and grab a water. “Yeah, we’re gonna have a video game and pizza night. And I’m doing your guys hair. You cant back out, whether you like it or not.” Y/N smirks, causing Demetri’s eyes to widen. “No no no, I’m not being dragged into this!” He says, slowly backing away from the two. Hawk runs towards him and throws him over his shoulder, carrying a flailing Demetri to the couch. “I do not consent!!” Demetri squeals, huffing as he gets thrown down (gently) onto the couch. “You love me~” Hawk and Y/N say simultaneously, causing the three to laugh. y/n loves her brother and bf, no matter what.

[findtomorrow]

( muse j / 25 / cis woman / she, her, hers ) — did you see CARLOTA “LOTTIE” HERNANDEZ PÉREZ wandering around the island today? they kind of look like BECKY G from certain angles? i heard around town that the RECEPTIONIST is CLEVER, and FRANK, but also CYNICAL, and INSENSITIVE. people say that they remind them of LAST NIGHT’S SMUDGED EYELINER, A SHINY UMBREON, and A FERAL KITTEN, and DISLOYAL ORDER OF WATER BUFFALOES by FALL OUT BOY is definitely their theme song. they seem like a nice enough person, but we all know how hard it is to keep a pristine reputation in a small town. ( admin jay / 26 / cst / she, her, hers ) 

✧*･ﾟ𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚

first of all, lottie wants to butt in and inform you that it’s lottie, not carlota––and if that’s too difficult for you to remember, don’t talk to her at all. this is not a joke. you have been warned. 

clearly, this attitude stems from somewhere, and it’s from being the middle child of her family of four (( ya girl had to get attention Somehow )). she has an older sister who she loves to hate and hates to love, and a younger brother who takes after every early 2000s disney channel show’s annoying little brother character. lottie was the resident goth stuck in the middle.

her dad split when she was in middle school with no explanation and left her mom to pick up the pieces and his massive credit card debt. lottie’s really close to her mom, but her mom is kind of a mess lmao. her mom writes trashy romance novels, and she’s really whimsical and fun...but she’s also impulsive and forgets when the bills are due.

a lot of that is because her mom grew up really quickly. her grandparents expected her mom to be perfect from a very young age, so her mom reverted to the child she never got to be once she got away from her parents––but y'know...we don't talk about generational trauma in this household.

lottie assumed the responsibility of being her mother’s keeper, and she’s pretty jaded because of it tbh. lottie vc: if you want something done At All, do it yourfuckingself. 

she was Super motivated in high school and college. like she had to be the best at everything in school, and she had to get into the best universities with the best programs to prove to the world how fucking great she was. 

it worked for a while. she graduated valedictorian from high school and with honors from boston u, and then she got accepted into the harvard medical program. she lasted a year and then flunked out. 

lottie doesn’t talk about it ever bc like she’s so fucking humiliated that she failed, so most people wouldn’t know she went to med school at all. she kind of gave up on life after she dropped out of harvard. 

her dreams were crushed, so when the hotel was hiring just about anyone with a bachelors to be a receptionist, she applied so that she’d have a paycheck to buy video games and comic books. 

thanks for coming to my ted talk. 

✧*･ﾟ𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕

so i know you aren’t technically Supposed to open with a disclaimer, but, disclaimer–lottie is annoying as fuck for a variety of reasons: 

1) if you get to know her, she doesn’t shut up. like, i’m just apologizing for her in advance. even when she got her tonsils out, she just used a text to speech app to pontificate on eeveelutions and jason todd despite Many protests to stop. 

2) she’s incapable of admitting she’s wrong. it will never ever happen. you know that scene in malcom in the middle where they show lois the tape of her pulling out in front of the car when the cop pulled her over, and she was like the tape is wrong. that’s lottie–and she’d like to point out that lois was proven to be right, thank you very much. 

she’s a giant nerd. obvi. she’s obsessed with quantum theory, organic chemistry, and biology, specifically, but also, y’know, ridiculous superheroes and anime. 

she’s also a punk nerd; music is v, v important to her. her favorite bands are probably fall out boy pre-mania, blink before tom delonge left for the final time, green day always, the offspring, and sum 41. pls roast her. who does she think she is.

also, not a personality trait but v important, she was a goth in high school, and not a cool one lmao. 

she doesn’t believe in relationships bc she’s like that’s so much effort for so little reward, so she mostly sleeps around with men who she knows are completely wrong for her no matter the consequences.

she’s a not-so-secret pessimist. it’s v annoying, and i’m sorry. 

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all the connections tbh. slide into my dms, or like this and i’ll hit you up !