#love our depressed and grumpy guy

[kingkat12]

Hiii !! I don’t know if you’re still doing Roman Godfrey imagines but if u are can u do Husband!Roman he just have gotten back from work after a hard day & u guys have a smoke session than things take a turn & u two have rough sex?? (U can do your things with the smut I can’t really think of anything 😂🫶🏽 but ty !!)

if i'm still doing Roman Godfrey imagines... IF I'M STILL DOING ROMAN GODFREY IMAGINES??? it's all i ever do, sweetheart🙈💜 i fucking loved writing this and i hope i've done your wish justice!! it took a different turn than expected, but this only means i might have to revisit this tihi... and it's the first bj i've ever written lol so hope it went well! ENJOY!!🌸

silk tie (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, piv sex, bondage, oral sex (female receiving), blowjob, suit-fetish, smoking

summary: your husband has had quite the day... and now he's adamant about making it a little better

word count: 4,347

I hadn't noticed Roman was home before I walked past the balcony.

It was about three in the morning, which was an odd time for him to return from work. Or had he arrived back earlier?-- I had been asleep, so there was no way for me to know. I never waited up for him anymore, as he was usually either grumpy or completely exhausted. He wouldn't exactly take it out on me, but I was still unsure how to deal with his mood swings ever since his upir cravings got worse. 

Maybe our marriage wasn't perfect, but it had its moments. Moments such as these.

I watched as Roman leaned against the balcony railing, clearly deep in thought as he smoked a cigarette. He was still wearing his suit, not having bothered to get out of his work attire. On top of that, it was clear that he had been ripping at his hair because it looked like an absolute mess. With quiet steps, I joined his side, not saying a word. I could only look at him, revel in the upward curve of his nose, the pout of his lips, and the way he lazily balanced the cigarette between his fingers. 

"Hey, gorgeous," I said, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "How are you?"

Roman hummed, exhaling a cloud of smoke through his nose. It was clear that his mind was elsewhere. "I've been here for fifteen minutes and this is my sixth cigarette. I think I'm slowly going insane,"

It wasn't unusual for Roman to get into these depressive ruts-- it would often happen when work got a little crazy and Pryce wouldn't get off his case. "You're not going insane," I stepped away from the balcony, wrapping my arms around my husband from behind. "You just need to get some sleep... Come to bed." My words were muffled against his broad back, pressing a kiss through his suit. 

Roman sighed, running his free hand over my fingers, feeling how small I was against him. "I already slept an hour in my office," 

Typical. "An hour isn't enough,"

"Well, I'm not sleepy anymore, and that's all that counts," Roman stumped the cigarette against the railing, another sigh escaping him. "But don't let me keep you up."

I nuzzled my face against his back, inhaling the scent of his cologne; I had missed him today. "I don't want to go back to bed without my husband," 

"It wouldn't be the first time,"

I rolled my eyes-- enough was enough. His self-deprecation could be downright annoying sometimes, mostly because he was more stubborn than a donkey. "Talk to me, Rome, what's on your mind?"

Roman gave in, turning to me. Like this, I could see the way the bags under his eyes had darkened since this morning and the way his eyelids were halfway drooped into a look of exhaustion. "It just... hit me today that all my ties are silk,"

"... What?"

"Silk," Roman echoed, and he had a hollow look about him as he wrapped his arms around me. He put his head on top of mine before burying his nose in my hair, inhaling sharply. "The devil wrapped in silk is still the devil."

It didn't take long for me to realize that he was talking about his urges again. "You're not the devil, Roman," I drew small circles on his back, hoping to soothe him. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd had something to drink on top of this. "You're working through it and you're doing well. Do you not realize that?"

He hummed; "It's just not fair to you," Roman's hands went up in my hair, pulling me tighter against his chest. "I want to grow old with you, but sometimes I wonder whether it was a good decision to get married... Whether I shouldn't have been selfish enough to drag you down with me."

I put my hands against his chest, slowly pushing myself away. This was a different speech from his usual sad ones-- this was new. "... What are you saying?"

Exasperated, Roman groaned as he turned away from me, leaning over the railing once more. He dragged his hands through his hair, tugging a little too hard at his roots. "I don't-- I don't know, okay? I just want Pryce's treatments to work, to be rid of whatever the fuck I've become, and just... Fuck! I hear the beating of my heart all the time and it's driving me fucking crazy!" He drove his elbows down against the surface, covering his ears as though it would help. 

My body was begging for me to go back to sleep, but my heart was actively shattering at the sight of Roman so broken. I took slow steps towards him; with wary movements, my fingers dipped into the jacket of his suit, fishing out a pack of cigarettes. My other hand went into the front pocket of his trousers, fishing out his lighter. I wasn't the biggest endorser of smoking, but I knew exactly why Roman did it-- it slowed down his heart, making it easier to bear the constant sound of his blood pulsing through his veins. 

I put the cigarette between my lips, now feeling Roman's glossy eyes on me. Lighting it, taking a rather long drag myself, I made my way between his arms. I balanced the cigarette between my fingers, holding it up in front of his mouth, and it didn't take long before he accepted it, wrapping his plush lips around it with a satisfied sigh. 

Something about the look of relief on Roman's face gave my heart the ease it had needed all day. Knowing I could be the one to soothe him, to bring him down from his panic, assured me that we were good for each other after all. 

I reached out for his tie, feeling the silk between the pads of my fingers. "When you're not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives," My hands left his tie, now resting against his chest, feeling the beating of his heart against my palm. "You've cut your tongue so many times that when life hands you a flower, you can't quite make out what it is. It takes time, Roman. Marriage takes time."

The smoke from the cigarette wrapped around us like a warm duvet, the warm summer breeze blowing it away with soft strokes. A kind, subtle smile spread across Roman's lips, finding solace in my words. His free hand traveled down to rest against the small of my back, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against my forehead. "Sometimes at work, I have thoughts of simply dissolving into you," he murmured, pulling away to take another drag before continuing. "It's unexplainable, but the thought is always there... and there's nothing I want more than that."

I let out the breath I had been holding, glad to see him calm again. "Are we talking sex?"

The laugh that followed made my heart sing; "You'd think so, but that's not how I meant it," Roman took a final drag, putting out the cigarette and tossing it away somewhere. "Although... I could mean it like that."

"Of course you could," I got up on my toes to give his neck a sweet kiss, knowing I couldn't reach up to his face. "But I think our first priority would be to get some sleep, and then we'll see what we can do in the morning if we have time." 

Roman bit his lower lip, suppressing a cheeky grin. His green eyes sparkled with the familiar look of want, and I immediately knew he was up to no good. "I have to disagree... I think the first priority would be to get you out of my shirt,"

My eyes widened-- I had forgotten that I was wearing it. In my defense, it was easier to fall asleep when he was away if I wore it. "What, you want it back or something?"

"No," Roman's voice dropped as his hands went down to grab at my waist. "Just want it off."

"It's three in the morning!--"

"And since when did we care about that?" He didn't even try to suppress his growing smirk anymore, and I watched his pupils dilate in real time as ideas soared through his dirty, dirty mind. It didn't take much time before Roman took my hand into his, bringing it up to his mouth to press a wet kiss against my knuckles. My breath hitched, having missed the sensation of his lips against my body. But suddenly, he lowered my hand and pressed it up against himself, leaving me breathless and in shock. 

Roman gave in to a laugh at the expression on my face, leaning down to press a kiss against the underside of my jaw. "Are you really going to deny me when I'm in a suit? That always works like a killer on you,"

And he was definitely right about that-- everything about him right now made me want to jump him. "Who said anything about denying you?" I mumbled, rubbing him through his trousers, my fingers feeling along each divot and ridge of his length. Swallowing hard, I realized I could feel him grow harder beneath my palm. "I just don't think we should be doing this on the balcony..."

Roman hummed, a low moan vibrating in his chest; "Yeah, good idea," I barely had time to register what was happening before his big arms wrapped around me, hoisting me over his shoulder as I yelped. It always surprised me that he could lift me as though I weighed nothing, and I laughed against his back as he made his way back into the house with a strong grip around me. 

"Rome, for fuck's sake!" I couldn't stop the trail of giggles escaping me, happy to see this side of my husband again. "You can't be serious-- Hey!" The squeak that escaped me was unlike anything I had heard coming from my mouth before, but how else was I to react as Roman struck his hand against my ass? Something about the sting was both painful and weirdly arousing-- I couldn't put my finger on it. Was this my lack of sleep talking?

Roman proceeded to chuckle, leading us into the bedroom. "Of course I'm serious," It didn't take long before he laid me down on the bed, crawling over to me like a predator. "I'm a serious man, you know me." 

"Yeah, right," 

As Roman made space for himself between my legs, I couldn't help but fling my arms around his neck to pull him close. I had waited for him to come home all evening to do just this-- the bliss that filled my body as our lips finally met was unmatched by any other heavenly feeling on earth. "I've wanted you all day," I purred against him, feeling the hardness of his cock twitching against me. 

"Don't say that shit," he whispered back, letting out a shaky breath as he raised himself up. "Makes me feel like I'm going to burst."

I bit down a giggle, my hands reaching for him once more. "Oh, come on, it hasn't been that long since last time!"

"... Three days?"

"Three days?!" I could barely believe it-- this was outrageous. Blinking rapidly, I watched as Roman's smirk reappeared, now leaning back down to capture my lips in a soft, passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me flush against him and the fabric of his suit. "Well, I've been busy... and you've been out a lot," he murmured against my lips, his hot breath against my mouth making me shiver. "It's almost as though I need to make sure you're always here waiting for me... Because there's no way in hell I'll let another three days pass before I fuck you again."

I wasn't quite sure what he was getting at, but I liked the sound of it. I liked everything about this actually-- his tongue against mine, my hands in his hair, the feeling of our hearts beating at each other through our chests. But suddenly, the weight of him disappeared off me, and before I knew it, Roman's green eyes practically pierced me as he knelt before me, my legs creasing at his thighs. 

I knew this look. This look of lust, love, and mischief; I couldn't take my eyes off of him. The way his chest heaved, the way he stared down at me through his brows, and the way the corners of his mouth turned upwards into a smirk made my stomach flutter. 

It only dawned on me what Roman actually meant when his hands went up to his tie. Silk. My eyes widened; "Oh God, Rome--"

"Let's strike a deal," he purred, drawing the black tie through his fingers as he licked his lips. "Deal with the devil, if you like. Your little wish for mine."

I nearly shuddered, feeling my pulse quicken. "And what is it that I wish?"

Roman's chuckle was darker than expected. Something told me he had wanted to do this for a while. "I know you have an affinity for my suits, so I'll keep it on. And you... will stay still," 

Stay still? I could only squeal as Roman grabbed my hips, moving me further up the bed with ease. My breaths came out in short, ragged motions as he took my wrists into his big hand, tying them to the headboard with the other. The mix of the situation and my lack of sleep made me light-headed; "Rome," I mewled out against his chest, looking up to try to meet his eyes. I let out a quiet hiss as he tightened the tie around my wrists, watching as he made sure there wasn't much wiggle room.

This was something new. 

"Perfect," Roman said, mostly to himself, before taking my face into his hands to press a wet kiss against my lips. "Fuck, this is perfect... Let's just stay like this forever, hm?"

My heart fluttered, and I had to swallow rather hard as he made his way down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses along my body. It was hard to say no to a man towering well over six feet dressed in a ridiculously expensive suit. I squirmed against my restraints, my lashes fluttering as I remembered how sleepy I actually was-- but the tie was tied tightly around my wrists, and there was nowhere for me to go. "Since when do you have the energy to do this at three am?" I tried, hoping to stop my breath from hitching as his hands neared the hem of my shirt.

Roman took his time with giving me a response, his fingers now grazing my bare skin, leaving me shivering with anticipation. "You know you're talking about your husband, right?" he said, pushing my shirt further up as he spoke. "Were three days enough to make you forget that I always have energy for this?"

Before I had the opportunity to answer, Roman leaned down to lick a wet stripe up my stomach. I let out a broken moan, tugging at my restraints once more, squirming beneath him. "Rome, shit--" As he paired his licks up with kisses, I quickly felt my arousal pooling between my legs; there was no going back now.

We had never actually talked about tying me up like this, and I wasn't sure whether this was torturous or pleasurable. All I wanted was to reach down and run my fingers through his hair, tug him closer, feel him-- everything about the denial made me further desperate. 

Seeing as I was dressed for bed, I wasn't wearing a bra; something told me that my husband approved. It didn't take long before my shirt was at my arms, Roman's lips wrapped around an aching bud as he sucked at me. I could only write and moan, feeling completely breathless. "I can't-- Fuck, Roman," 

It felt as though the smell of cigarettes swallowed me whole, dragging me deep into the depths of my arousal. My hips bucked up against him, desperate for more, but all my attempts were shut down when Roman grabbed my hips and pinned me down to the bed. "Behave," he said, a low grunt following as his grip on me tightened. 

Hearing that word, I knew I was screwed. It suddenly became very, very apparent that Roman was in one of those moods-- this was usually the side of him that would come out when he felt like everything around him was spinning out of control, meaning he had to control the only thing he felt he could; me. 

And with me being tied up and all, I couldn't help but comply. 

"Sweetheart?" Roman shifted, making sure he had my attention before he sat up. Slowly, his hand inched down to his zipper, a cheeky smirk spreading across his lips. "I've had such a tough day, and seeing you like this is really making it all feel better... But I wanna see how pretty you look with your lips around my cock."

The teasing tone in his low voice was enough to drive me crazy. Along with that, the proper look about him had me struggling to breathe. There was something tantalizing about the fact that America's youngest CEO was right here, married to me, wanting and needing me. So when Roman unzipped his trousers, leading his hard cock to my mouth, I gladly accepted it.

I slid just the tip of my tongue up the underside, so light he could barely feel it-- it was mostly just the sensation of my breath. Judging by the sound of Roman's breath hitching and the slight twitch of his cock, I knew I was on the right track. I gave the tip a gentle kiss before giggling to myself, not having to look up to know he was blushing. "For fuck's sake," he breathed, reaching down to grab a full fist of my hair, pulling me closer. 

This was his way of politely saying please.

So I gave in, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, sucking him in, and tasting the drop of pre-cum that immediately landed on my tongue. It was followed by a downright lewd moan from Roman, who loosened the grip on my hair before throwing his head back just a little. I couldn't help but glance up at him, so prim and proper in his suit, yet completely unraveled by the slightest touch. 

And since my hands were tied and I couldn't touch him, I reveled in the fact that I could taste him. Which is why, when Roman pulled out of my mouth with a rather wet pop, I pouted up at him as he made his way back down. But my pout quickly faded as my lips parted, my breath escaping me as he rubbed the tip of his cock over my chest. "You're too damn pretty," Roman said as he stroked himself at the sight of me. "Do you want my mouth on you before we go?"

"Yes, please," The ache between my legs almost burned-- there was nothing I wanted more in the world.

It didn't take long before Roman tucked himself back into his pants and moved down my body with eager kisses, and the anticipation nearly had me panting so hard that I was sure I might pass out. But the tension in my body quickly dissolved as Roman pulled my pyjama shorts aside, licking a wet stripe up my sex, which made my back arch off the bed. My hands strained against the tie, letting out a weak groan-- I was dying to bury my hands in his hair. 

"You're already so wet," Roman purred, leaning down to press a soft kiss against my clit. "Could've fucked you already." His fingers dug into my hips to hold me down, sucking me in as his lips covered my mound. It felt so intense, that I could barely hear my own thoughts; I heaved in sharp breaths of air, squeezing my eyes shut as I struggled against my restraints. It only got worse when Roman's tongue slid over my sopping entrance, entering me, fucking me-- I was sure I was dreaming.

It was too much. Especially when he cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. I could only cry out, my fingers gripping harshly around the tie. My overstimulation washed over me like a wave, and I was sure it was due to my lack of sleep. "Roman, please, I can't... I want you in me-- A-Aah," I couldn't stop the way my hips bucked against him, nor the way my gaze darted down to watch his eyes falling shut as he savoured me, his thick, long lashes casting shadows over his cheeks.

Thankfully, my husband wasn't in the mood to keep me on the edge tonight. Roman got up, a knowing smirk spreading across his slicked lips. "I might have to tie you up like this more often," he said, palming himself through his suit. "This is quite the sight."

From his perspective, I could understand this-- it wasn't every day that he saw his wife splayed out like this, t-shirt draped just above her bare chest, and completely at his mercy. On the other hand, I was sure I had gotten just as good of a bargain. I had been begging Roman to fuck me in one of his suits, and here he was, finally complying. If this wasn't love, then I couldn't be sure. 

"Oh, you should see yourself," I purred, biting back a grin. "Mr. CEO... All mine."

Roman let out a soft chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss against my lower abdomen as he pulled off my pyjama bottoms. "Always been yours,"

I could only sigh, feeling a surge of warmth coursing through my veins. At the end of the day, it was true-- Roman was mine, and I was his. Bonded together through our testimony, before the law, and before all things celestial. Everything about this would've been perfect if I wasn't bonded to the bed as well. My wrists were starting to ache, but I didn't have much time to think about that as I felt Roman entering me, a low grunt escaping him. I couldn't help but shudder, feeling the familiar stretch and fullness I had been craving for so long, and I struggled against my restraints as I cried out in pleasure.

Roman kept one hand planted on my hip, the other one gripping hard at my thigh. Seeing the expression on his face was nearly enough to make me moan-- Fuck, how I had missed this. The feeling of his cock inside me, the feeling of his hands on me, and being completely at his mercy. He had thankfully learned to be a little gentle with me at the start, and I felt his green eyes on me as I closed mine, lips parting at the sensation of feeling him thrust into me with slow strokes. Heaven, heaven-- it was impossible that such pleasure could be dealt by the hands of a devil. 

"Shit," Roman's hands gripped my waist, a need growing with each pump of his cock. He was so damn gorgeous, his sharp jawline twitching as he clenched and unclenched his teeth. It didn't take long before he grew impatient-- he shifted, the next snap of his hips digging his cock completely to the hilt in my warmth, a soft moan escaping him as my walls fluttered around his length.

My breath hitched, letting out a string of curse words. "Rome, please," The tie around my wrists was starting to drive me mad; "I want-- A-Ah, wanna touch you..."

I wasn't sure whether Roman was hearing me or not, his lips parting in pleasure. Eventually, he leaned forward, his mouth crashing onto mine, holding me close as I moaned against him between kisses. Now that he was even closer, I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around him and feel the fabric of his suit against my body, fulfilling my deepest fantasy. "Please," I breathed, my back arching as his cock brushed past my sweet spot. "Rome, please..."

I could feel him smirk against my mouth, and Roman pulled back to watch the absolute desperation swimming in my eyes. "What was that?" As he waited for my response, he pulled out until only the tip of him remained in me.

For fuck's sake-- "Please!" I cried, struggling against my restraints. "I can't... I can't--"

A sense of victory flashed through Roman's green eyes, traces of a darker satisfaction spreading across his lips as he thrust all the way back into me, watching me writhe and moan beneath him, fighting the urge to rip the tie to shreds to embrace him. "Fine," he said, leaning forward to clasp my wrists, smirking as his breath landed hot against my lips.

A moan mixed in with the sigh I let out, my hands immediately flying up into his hair as the tie was tossed away somewhere on the floor. Roman laughed against the kiss I dragged him into, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his lap, his cock still in me. "That was so much fun," he purred against my lips, grabbing my ass to drive me up and down along his slicked length. "We're doing that again."

"Fuck you," I pulled Roman tightly against my chest, feeling his arms snake themselves around me with the same intensity. It hit me how much I loved the feeling of him against me, how warm he was today, and how insanely hot he looked in that damn suit. Our lips came together in open, soft kisses, breathing against each other as our eyes locked, intense pleasure coursing through our bodies.

Roman was most certainly not the devil, and I could confidently conclude with that. However, I couldn't deny that he liked to play the most devilish games at the most inappropriate times-- but I had never loved my husband more than I did at this moment, right now. 

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Bllk boys X Affectionate! Extroverted! Reader (Part 2)

Featuring: Hyoma Chigiri, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi

Here's the masterlist and part one with Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira and Rin Itoshi :)

A/n: Please enjoy reading! Comments & reblogs are appropriated. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

~Hyoma Chigiri~

• Okay so

• As we all know our princess/red panther can be a little too sassy, even if the situation doesn't demand so. Flashbacks to "Are you even necessary?"

• So at first, he's more annoyed than anything, and don't get me wrong gorgeous it's not because of you.

• It's just...everybody is all over him from the start you know? He's been a prodigy from the start y'know so because of that people really were clingy and because of his gorgeous hair.

• "Hyomaaaa! Congratulations on your win! :D"

"Oh my God- okay. Who told you come? And you told you to call me by my first name?"

• But seeing your unfeigned disappointment at that really forced him to reconsider his words. You really did seem sad at that. Maybe...you really did like him.

• From that point, Chigiri tried his best to be not make off hand comments about your affection and you in general

• Everyone notices his change in attitude around you, and jokes about their mean princess finding love (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

• When you get comfortable enough to show physical affection to him, he low-key is flustered about it and acts a bit mean about it but loves it.

• "Helloooo! I missed you SO much!" *hugs*

"I was gone for like 2 days, wonder what will happen if it was more."

• Chigiri is never flustered by compliments though. He is used to it, but...it feels just a tab bit warmer whenever you say a complimentary compared to literally anyone else.

• "Your hair just is soooo silky! ♡"

"I know- but um, thank you."

• Takes your hand in his whenever you guys are out! With the lame excuse of that you don't "try to disturb random strangers" if you ask with a slight pink tint.

• But lets you drag him wherever you want by the arm. Just don't ask him about it later. He just likes seeing you giggle and smile. Nothing to see here.

• THAT HAIR THOUGH. He is soooo low-key about it and you're so excited about it confuses him.

•Yet he decides against to question you about it 'cause he doesn't want you to lose whatever sanity you have left.

• It doesn't stop him from indirectly teasing you about it though. And just exactly how he does it? By denying you to do anything about it.

• "Let me pleaseeeee do your hair! I'll do anything!"

"...no."

"Anything!"

"Buy me lunch tommorow."

"Deal!"

• Even though he kinda does act like a princess...he really does get grumpy when you say it :P

•But overall, he loves you and will give in to every request of yours anyway. maybe demanding some kisses too?

~Mikage Reo~

• Another one whose a bit sceptical at first, however his reasons are valid. He's a rich guy who doesn't wanna date just because of his status and money.

• Reo wants someone to excite him, to make him desire that person and that person happened to be you.

• Understood your intentions are pure very quickly. He is good at reading people alright? He was raised to be a business man after all.

• Is not at all ashamed to return your affections as soon as he understands that. You're just that adorable and sweet!

• However, even though he understands you're practically glued to him like glue, he tries not to get too attached. Poor boy doesn't wanna get in depression again.

• By the way, he fails miserably at that. You can't get rid of him now. Good luck :P don't worry he treats ya right

• And don't get him wrong, Reo's VERY responsible with money. Really-! See his financial and economic knowledge!

• But he can't help spoil you with your favorite food and gifts, you're so good to him! Just look at the thing for 0.2 seconds and you'll get it.

• You have to sometimes stop him though. I'm serious, if you don't want him to get bankrupt then please stop him sometimes. 🙏🏻

• "I thought I told you to return that bag ┐⁠(⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠)⁠┌"

"So what-? I returned it no?"

"AND YOU BROUGHT 2 NEW-"

• Possesive as hell though. Like he doesn't mind your extrovert nature and being a social butterfly.

• But he's a bit scared you know? Scared that you would find find someone better than him and leave him. yes fight me but he has definitely not recovered from his trauma.

• Reo has this little habit that he comes behind you, puts his both hands on your eyes with a "Guess who?" He does is whenever he can sneak behind you.

• Knows the answer will the same everytime. But everytime he does it, he gets a bit of satisfaction- like of course it's him, who else it would be?

• Loves it whenever you show affection in front of others for the same reason, that yes this amazing person loves me very much and you can never have 'em the way I do.

• Reo treats you sooo well, never letting you lift a finger. He doesn't do this just because he doesn't want you to leave, he does it because he geuninely wants to.

• Since he gives in to your every demand and is not even subtle about it everyone tells this guy to calm the hell down when it comes to you, and play it cool cause girls don't like clingy or easy guys-

• And he ignores them all- you're such a darling for him of course he'll give you whatever you ask for! You also kinda like being spoiled so it's a win-win situation.

• Can't help but be anxious whenever you interact with Isagi especially. For the love of God please don't leave especially for isagi.

~Seishiro Nagi~

• Hmm. Lemme think.

• Yeah. Nagi doesn't care at first. Unlike the others, he isn't intrigued or annoyed by your behaviour. He just is nonchalant towards it.

• It's too much of a hassle for him to feel those emotions that drains his already low energy for someone he doesn't know yet.

• "Nagi! Can we go to that café I was talking 'bout before?"

"... It's too far..."

"I'll pick you up!"

"Yeah, cool."

• But your efforts to spend time with him to make him like ya prove successful, he is first curious why are you so joyous by being with him?

• To liking how easy you are to talk to and a comfort to hang out with. You're always talkative even more since he's engrossed in his games and Nagi enjoys hearing your passionate thoughts and even mindless ramblings.

• Surprisingly good at returning physical affection obviously in a lazy way, but still makes some effort in it. Does that even make sense?

• Whenever you hug him on bed he just lays on top of you like a kid, with one arm supporting you and other holding his phone/switch.

• "You're too heavy!!!"

"But you were the one who said I'm a baby, babies are supposed to be small right?..."

"I meant that because of your personality not literally, you 190 cm baby!"

• Wants to just lean on your body when he's tired whole walking because giving a piggyback ride is not an option apparantly, and he is more disappointed than he should be.

• Just KNOWS that you find him cute and can't deny him anything so definitely uses it to his advantage to spend more time with him.

• You know that he just is too lazy to ask properly, holding you in his arms is much easy, he says so you roll with it. I mean can anyone deny this baby anything??

• All jokes aside, even if you talk about a lot of things and it seems like Nagi isn't really listening, he does remember everything, including the little details you mention.

• And after a point, actively asks questions too, to show that he is interested. Because Reo pointed out that you might not realise that he actually is interested.

• Still have to drag him everywhere because his energy level is still very smol. He tries to make an effort, he truly does, but he just sometimes can't get out of his paradise the bed.

• However he is well aware of the fact he can be difficult to take care of, and feels guilty sometimes...so he tries to make up for it. In his own way.

• "...'m sorry..."

"Huh? For what?"

"for being such a hassle sometimes...I know you you wanted to go out today :X"

"It's fine-"

"Actually, we can go there tommorow, if it's okay?"

"Oh! Sure!"

• Nagi isn't sure why he feels guilty because of his tendancies around you more, like even more than Reo. Maybe it's because of the fact he's supposed to be your partner, your equal, not just to be taken care of.

• Whatever it is, Nagi just knows he has to make up for all the precious time you devote to him & for the love given him. Somehow.

[sickuma]

ORPHIC — A Simon Riley fic.

❱ This is a longer version of the au I posted on tiktok ^^ I do apologize for the repetitive use of some words. I'm working on expanding my vocabulary! Your kind word means a lot to me, especially the readers on tiktok, you guys mean a lot to me ! ꜝ？This fic may contain heavy topics such as death, depression and melt-downs, if any of those are not to your liking. Please do so exit the fic. Angst warning!

the fic is unedited, grammatical/spelling errors may be found!

➴ SYNOPSIS — On a particular mission, you and your lover finds each other fatally injured. With a promise to meet each other again on your next life, you held each other as the explosion erupted. Only for him to wake up the next day, without you.

part 2 (●'◡'●) | masterlist

ORPHIC — (n.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding.

"[name]?!"

He frantically called, dropping the weapons he held to take a good look at your figure who collapsed on the floor. 

The mission had been awfully longer than they anticipated, by the time the third hour arrived, you and Ghost already had fatal wounds.

He hardly swallowed, feeling his throat dry. 

He would rarely call you by your actual name. Ghost always abide by the rules, lover or not, he called you by your callsign through the battles you fought with together,

This one, however, happens to be an exception.

Your panting chest, bloody body, and exhausted expressions stated so. 

He knew, you knew.

He was only grateful you were with him.

The physical pain had caught up to him, he sat beside you. Taking your dainty form close to his, holding you close to him. You could hear his heartbeat,

They were oddly calm.

"Lieutenant—"

"Simon. It's your Simon."

He mumbled, taking your hands in his. Clasping them together gently,

You gasped for air, though in his arms it felt as if you could still conquer ten groups of syndicate. He held you so gently, so protectively. You swallowed,

"Simon?"

"mm?"

"I hope I loved you enough in this lifetime."

You could hear his breathy chuckle, the rasp in his voice another proof of his exhaustion.

"You're rushing, doll, we are still at the part where we reminisce about the memories yea?"

You smiled at his words, disregarding the growing pain on your abdomen. You noticed his own body, the scars and blood covered your lovers figure, You knew it was inevitable.

Without mentioning anything about your wilting bodies, you smiled up at him.

"We haven't lived enough yet." You spoke.

"Indeed,"

"We'll just have to meet in our next one and make the most of what we missed in this one."

Your smile grew, "I didn't know you believed in reincarnation, Si."

"For you, I will. This life failed us," He spoke with weak determination, "This isn't our end, [name].

 I'll find you just as I did before."

With one final kiss, he held your body tighter to his. Covering your ears as protection for the upcoming explosion, as he whispered sweet nothings, 

"If I'm as grumpy in our next life, Please find it in you to be as patient as you are to me in this one. I love you, [name], see you there alright?"

It wasn't long until a blinding explosion defeaned both of your ears, the noise was much bearable for you as he covered your ears tightly. Pressing your body close to his, Well it is the last thing he did, love you and hold you til you both accepted the inevitable fate you've been bestowed.

At his very last moments, he held you tight.

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"I'll find you in our next life."

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"See you there, alright?"

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"Love me just as much as you did on this one."

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Soon after the final explosion, Price made sure to clear the place. The eerie silence of Ghost's nonexistent callouts haunted him, along with the walkie he found which belonged to you.

He knew there was one answer, but he had a tiny speck of hope. You and Ghost never failed them, it was this life that had failed you countless times.

"Captain, it's been hours, it's just—let's try to be realistic. There's no way Lieutenant would be so quiet unless he—"

"Have trust in them. They're both strong."

As the two discussed whatever conclusions were the most possible, Gaz had found himself in a particularly secluded room. It was wrecked, obvious that the explosion did not spare it,

"Cap.. captain, you might want to see this."

With hitched breaths, the three of them stared at what the room unfolds. 

His arms wrapped around you protectively, dried blood covered the two of you as you held each other. The sight pinched the soldiers heart, how could such a tragic sight depict so much love?

The two of you laid, almost showing no signs of life. Price had to drop his equipment, staring at the sight and taking in the vulnerability and acceptance you both showed,

"They held each other." Soap mumbled,

"Tightly." Gaz whispered, staring at the grip your cold hands had on ghosts arms that wrapped around you lovingly.

Price found himself approaching the two, with a heavy heart. He checked for a sign of life—anything—holding your pulse first,

Nothing.

"They're gone."

He whispered, the silence of the room almost suffocating the room. None of them had yet broken down, though they felt as if their knees would give out. Price reached for Ghost's after checking yours,

Eyes widening as he frantically double checked Ghost,

"There's—He's still breathing."

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By the time evac had arrived, Price had known it was far too late to save both. He knew this was now their reality. As he sat outside the room where Ghost lay unconscious, completely unaware of the world he’ll wake up to, unaware that he’d live to see that his lover is now gone.

Price felt his stiff heart ache as the thought of them accepting the inevitable death whilst in the arms of each other. How could the two of you receive such a cruel end? Not only were you separated, you had passed thinking you remained in the arms of your love,

He also knew you would hold no grudge if you find out that Ghost had survived the tragic explosion, Price could imagine the gentle smile on your lips while saying ‘I know he will, he’s always been tough.’

He closed his eyes shut, holding his head as he rested his arms on his weak knees, “how the hell am i supposed to tell him.” standing up to return to his station, looking at the window to see Ghost’s resting figure.

As days went by, Price had to argue with people to push further the funeral. It can’t happen yet, not without ghost. He knew he could only delay it for a few more days. He had faith in his comrade, but at the same time that hope easily withers as days pass them by like a blur.

“Captain if we don’t proceed with the funeral, [name]’s body, it’ll—”

“We have to wait for him.” he interjected sternly, glaring at the soldier, “we have to.”

He knew his logic had given out in favour of his emotions, he can't bring himself to betray simon. Not when he's already been through so much, he'd already lost the person he cared for the most, He just can't do this to him.

“Captain the body, they're doing everything they can to help preserve [name]. But if this keeps on, the body will decay completely! Do you think the lieutenant would be delighted to see the person he loves rotting? He wouldn't—I'm sorry captain. This needs to be done, with or without him.”

Price grimaced, the corner of his eyes wrinkling as he closed his eyes shut. He pinched the bridge of his nose, before nodding with a heavy heart.

“Very well.”

“Proceed with the funeral.”

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“Si, have I told you how much I love your eyes?”

“‘Mm? Yeah, all the time, doll.”

You chuckled, ruffling his hair. You loved the way his eyes squint whenever he’d smile, even the slightest smile he shows, you loved it every single time.

“I love looking at them, they look really pretty.”

“You think so?” He asks, caressing your face.

“I know so. I want them to be the last things I admire before I pass away.”

His eyes weakly fluttered open, his breaths shallow but much more stable than before. He’d woken up certain that he’ll turn to see your peaceful face, away from the wars, away from the scars of the battles you both conquered, he knew and was certain he’ll turn to his side to see you peacefully resting with him after the turmoil you've both overcome, as proven of the light that blinded him when his eyes fluttered open,

As soon as his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he sat up with a relieved sigh. Turning to his side, prepared to caress your soft skin.

His breath hitched.

You weren't there.

You weren't anywhere near his proximity. Where are you? He finds himself sitting on an empty hospital bed with nothing but his dumbfounded state. He looked around, observing the place with a tired frown. He felt rage. Why is a dextrose connected to him? That was where your hand rested before the explosion killed the both of you,

..right?

“[name]?”

He whispered, standing up, ignoring the piercing pain he felt all over his body. Pulling the dextrose and removing it from his arm roughly, 

Why is he breathing? Why is he alive?

“Hell, what is this?”

No. no no no no no no no.

He stormed out of the room, uncaring about the strange looks thrown towards him as he opened each and every room of the hospital. Panic surging through his body, he won't accept it, he won't. You've gotta be inside one of these god forsaken rooms,

Shocked screams and gasps were heard by every door he opened, abruptly interrupting the patients as he searched for those particular eyes. That particular person he needs. He was determined. In one of these rooms, you would be laying down on the bed, resting, waiting for him.

If he’d survived, you surely did, too.

He won't live otherwise, not without you. And so he continued barging inside rooms, panting and grumbling to himself everytime a different pair of eyes looks at him in terror, they weren't your eyes, you wouldn't have looked at him with a petrified expression, you would look at him with a smile,

Like you always do.

You open your arms and wait for him to close the distance and embrace you, pressing your bodies tightly against each other like he did the night of the explosion.

“Lieutenant!”

Price’s voice rang through the silent hallways, with workers of the hospital frantically following the two of them, “what are you doing simon—”

“Where are they?”

“Where is [name]?!”

He angrily snapped, voice strained with venom as he started to feel himself fall into a hysteria.

“Where’s my [name], john?” he repeats, this time weaker. Desperate for answers, desperate for your whereabouts, desperate for you.

“Simon, let's calm down. Let's go back to the room and talk.” Price tried to calm him, slowly making his way towards his friend, aiming to take him back and avoid him from causing another scene.

“No.” he shakes his head in disbelief, tears brimming on the verge of falling, “tell me where they are.”

Price felt his heart sunk, he'd never seen the hard-headed ghost look so vulnerable and desperate. “Simon, come on let's go.”

“Price. Where's my [name]?”

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“They're gone.”

Price had managed to pull the hysteric Simon back into his room and sat him down on the bed despite his protest and cries. The sight crushed price’s heart,

“No.” ghost protests, “they're most certainly not.”

Price looked down, sitting himself down as well. Unable to take the lump suffocating on his throat. Ghost’s voice destroyed him, and he bet it would crush your soul to see your lover ask so desperately for you.

“When evac came, [name]’s already dead. It was too late, Simon, I'm sorry.”

“Then why!?”

Price looked up at Simon's sudden question, “why the hell did you think i wished to live if it was too late for [name]?!”

“Why did you have to save me, price?” he weakly stood up, looking down at price as tears fell down his eyes. They were tears of rage and grief—tears that he had rarely shown anyone but you.

“Saving me knowing I'll wake up without my [name], what did you— what did the lot of you think? Now tell me,

Tell me what ill do, tell me price, what the fuck should i do?”

He cried, weeping his unfeeling heart out. He can't feel anything, none worth mentioning—the hurt of losing you plagued his heart,

“I can't, price, I can't do this.”

“Send me out there, make me fight those syndicates, have me tortured for months but not this—not this, i beg you. Don't make me live without [name]. Don't do this to me.”

Price felt his own tears pool his eyes, he couldn't take it. Not when Ghost stared at him with contempt and helplessness.

“Take me back to [name].”

“Please.”

Without you, there was nothing else left for him. Without you, he wouldn't wake up looking forward to meeting those eyes that once looked at him with adoration. Without you, he wouldn't feel that extraordinary love you had saved only for him. Without you, he won't feel. Without you, he is nothing at all.

Nothing but a breathing piece of sorrow revived to a body which was once happy with you.

Without you he's simply nothing.

[weirdmarioenemies]

SURPRISE! Did you think the day would come when we would cover Love Live on this blog? I didn't!

Yohane the Parhelion: Blaze in the Deepblue is the Metroidvania-style game based on the fantasy spin-off of Love Live Sunshine, but you probably don't care about that! Statistically speaking, our target audience is Bogleech readers who are deeply revolted by anime girls!

So why bring up? Why bring it up? The answer is 🐠 FUNNY FISH! It's Funny Fish Friday!

Since this game is set in an underwater temple, the enemies this game are all based on sea creatures, and that's cool! Again, statistically speaking, you probably think sea creatures are cool. I really liked seeing the variety of enemies when playing through this game, so I thought it'd be fun if I could share them with an audience of people who otherwise wouldn't care! None of the enemies really have names, as far as I'm aware of. But I'll do my Rubesty...?

Our first guy we encounter in the game is the sort of guy who emerges from the ground like the Zombies from Castlevania, and wow! A good first impression I think. It is sort of a squid mantle, if the mantle was also a cloak for a spooky sort of wizard! The way it doesn't really have a 'face' in the hood and the eye is below really makes it seem like a weird mimic creature. Cool!

They also get a tough lategame variant which looks like a mix between a flapjack and a vampire squid. You don't often see flapjacks be designed as scary!

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Next is Barnacles! A whole clump of them, like a cake. They shoot Energy Balls at you. Is this what Barnacles can do if they combine their powers...? The top actually opens up, and it looks a lot like a sea urchin's mouth! So maybe it is some sort of naked urchin creature covered in barnacles? Game Theory!

There are also barnacles with Ice Powers. Like real life!

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Let's give it up for Garden Eel!!!!

What a fine Garden Eel it is! Complete with the sort of grumpy face, and with the addition of two little arms that make it look like it's praying or maybe a bit shy. But it is mean! It also spits energy balls at you, then hides in the hole so you can't hit it. How very sneaky!

SO sneaky, in fact, that these eels have mastered the art of ninjutsu! The ninja eel shows up for a split second in one single room, before smoke bombing away. You'd have to use a time freeze power to get him, but I never got around to doing that. I don't have any beef with a ninja eel! I respect him and his training!

Did someone say CTENOPHORE? I hope you did, or my hearing has really gotten worse. This thing is a grade A ctenophore, only with a ring of Scary Teeth! A little scary to think of a ctenophore who could Bite you, but nonetheless this deserves a :ctenopog:!

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Let's not forget Fish Vortex! Fish Vortex was the first guy to make me go 'wow, this game's enemies really are awesome!' So of course I had to put him at the top of the post! He is my selling point! I am selling all these enemies to you. For 4.99 a pop!

Anyway. This design is just so funny and cool at the same time. A swirling school of fish that leads into an endless dark abyss, and in the middle, a big eyeball. Also covered in fish. It shoots fish at you! Yay!

There is also a pink variant - it shoots fish that give you the Solitude status effect, which basically just makes Yohane too depressed to summon her friends. Meaning? They are Depression Fish! Maybe she just becomes so jealous of the unity and teamwork of these sardines. She's me like just for real! ^_^

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isopot :)

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This slug is an umbrella. That is ridiculous! Ridiculously EPIC! It does the opposite of shield you from rain, which is create rain, that kills you. But I would still want one as an umbrella.

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When I first saw this thing, I thought it was some strange round Echimoderm I had never heard of. But upon further inspection (I actually asked Mod Chikako shh), it is obviously like a Brittle Star, with each arm folded round to form a wheel! How creative and fun! It even has a bunch of eyes like a starfish!

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Last but not least- sushi! There are sushi guys and they are cute. They don't really do much and are typically found in their own rooms, so I'm not sure what the point of them is. But finding a funny walking sushi should be a reward in of itself, I guess! Look at their funny rice feet! Or the one with the roe eyes!

I happened to use fire magic on one of them and this happened. Oopsies...

Now I am sure you are saying, thank you for showing me all these funny enemies. But are there any cool bosses? Of course there are, me! What's a Metroidvania without cool bosses? So I shall show you my favorites without delay!

First is this freak (affectionate)! It is a sort of amalgamation of lots of different animals and I think it just looks plain cool! Two squid mantles combined into one, a bit of a sea angel shape, bug legs and of course a great big eyeball!

If it is not freaky enough for you, let it be known that the bug legs turn into big green skeleton hands, and it also keeps getting pinker, and it grows new eyes and then extra horns grow out of those eyes. If THAT is not freaky enough for you then I am sorry but I cannot do anything about that.

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Now, how about a sampling of this Freaken Thang? It honestly doesn't seem that sea-creature themed, but it uses seashells so I guess it counts!

What is really neat is that this boss has two different forms, upside down and rightside up! When it is upside down it looks a bit like a Magolor type creature. And of course, I really like the flame thing in the middle as well, that really feels like a Kirby enemy or something! Like a wisp made of plasma!

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Fans of Anomalocaris won't be disappointed by this one! It's a big Anomalocaris tank and boy is it cool! There's something for everyone here, whether you're an Anomalocaris purist or you've always wanted to see it turn into a sort of futuristic beast with a screen mouth that shoots lasers! It really is the future, zura...

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After covering all these wacky creatures, I'm going to have to end it off with the final boss! What could the big bad, the ultimate boss of all these sea monsters even be, I wonder? Well, it's...

...a coelecanth. Just a big coelacanth! It is big and blue! And really, does it need to be anything else? It is such an honor to make the biggest ultimate boss a coelacanth. It is even pretty cute!! Think he's smiling! 😊

Uh oh! Is it still cute? I guess so. My first thought seeing this was of course the world-renowned tongue eating isopod, so I really hope it was an intentional reference! It probably just wants to shake hands. Still, a pretty simplistic design for our final boss, right?

Buu buu! Its true form actually looks like this! Actually, it's kind of doing too much. Like let's tone it down a little?

So!! We beat the mega ultra coelacanth, and now we can find out what his motivation is! And it is... that he is the memories of the people of the past or something. And they all didn't want to be forgotten, so they turned into fish monsters! But we forgive them!

It doesn't really matter. All the girlies gather around and sing him a song. Look how happy he is! I forgot I was talking about a Love Live game until now, actually. All's well that ends well, the end, et cetera! Hit it, Yohane! [imagine this is like the end of a kids movie where all the Love Live girls are having a dance party and there is a shot of the big coelacanth in jail and he's tapping his mouth fingers along to the beat]

[scoutswritingcorner]

Asthma is a distinguished gentleman(not really he's a cannibal) and I wanna see Asthma In a top hat- and a mustash.

Or funny enough him in w bowling ally- not like a Bowling ball but I mean those pin things you knock over I want Asthma in it

Facial Hair Headcanons

Hazbin Men x GN! Reader

TW:None??

A/N: LISTEN I KNOW YOU JUST SAID ALASTOR BUT NOW YOU’VE GOT ME THINKING AND THATS DANGEROUS. Also it’s giving gender envy so let me have this as I can’t have facial hair rn. Also Alastor’s could be seen as platonic or romantic. Platonic with Angel Dust

-🦌Alastor🦌-

-🦌 Now I really don’t see him having a lot of facial hair, he either cuts it all off or on the off chance he does leave it to grow out, he’s gonna have a handlebar mustache with stubble around or just the mustache itself.

-🦌 If he catches you staring at it he’s either gonna disappear to shave it off or puff his chest out with pride. Please tell him if you like it, your opinion is the only opinion that matters to him (besides his own but that goes unsaid)

-🦌 He won’t let anything else grow out as in 1920’s to 1930’s small mustaches were the thing back then. Either the handlebar mustache or the English mustache.

-🦌 His facial hair is going to be a black/darkish brown as his hair. He pairs it with a good suit and god be damned he’s got everyone taking a second glance at him. 

-🦌 The stubble or 5 o’clock shadow makes him more iffy, he likes it but he also likes everything about him to be cleaned up nicely. To him it looks gross and he will definitely shave that off, unless you say something to him. Then he might keep it just to annoy you with it.

-🦌 I’m talking about like, rubbing his cheek to your cheek to make you feel the hairs and it always make you laugh. He tries and fails on annoying you but he always wins cause he gets to see you smile and hear you laugh.

-🦆Lucifer 🦆-

-🦆 I know canonically he doesn’t have facial hair but let me dream damn it.

-🦆 To me Lucifer either has a full on beard to no beard at all. There is a small inbetween, which is a goatee. He will be hellbent on having a goatee if he’s not wanting to have a full beard.

-🦆 This man has a rigorous routine of beard upkeep. He’s not playing when it comes to himself. He may have depression but to him self care is very important and it’s okay to have bad days and ask for help. 

-🦆 For his full beard? It’s either a Ducktail beard or a Hollywoodian style beard. He loves to run his fingers through it and feel all powerful (despite him being the Literal king of hell).

-🦆 Another man who asks your opinion on if he should keep the beard or go to his normal goatee or no beard at all, he’s not picky.

-🦆 You compliment him or say something about his beard (could be sexual or not) his cheeks go bright red and he gets super flustered but his chest puffs out proudly.

-🦆 Like the rest of his hair, it’s blonde but there is a more noticeable white streak if he has the beard. Don’t point it out please, he gets upset. He’s not old, he’s in his prime. (GOD IM SWOONING A WELL GROOMED BEARD GETS ME-)

-🎰 Husk 🎰-

-🎰 Husk our favorite bartender and our grumpy loveable cat. Before anyone can say anything, hush. I know he’s all fur and a cat but let me have this okay?

-🎰He’s grumpy and I’ll be honest, he just looks like a guy that let’s his facial hair grow out all the time.

-🎰 I do see him having the Balbo facial hairstyle or the imperial mustache. The only way you can differentiate it is by the longer fur on his snout and chin. 

-🎰 Once again, it’s mainly white with some black hair in it to deal with the pattern of his fur. Once again, the only beard care he does is trimming and brushing it at best.

-🎰 He loves kissing you as it’s only other ways you can tell if he’s growing his facial hair out, the little hairs just brushing against your chin and lips. But he saves that for private moments.

-🕷️Angel Dust 🩷- 

-🕷️  Now this one will be short but I don’t see Angel really like having a lot of facial hair. THE SAME THING WITH HUSK I KNOW HE IS FUR BUT PLEASE LET ME HAVE THIS-

-🩷 He will only allow stubble and only for a little bit before he shaves it off completely. So get used to it.

-🕷️ Baby boy can’t have any due to his line of work and also he doesn’t like how it feels.

-🩷It ruins his whole night time/facial routine and if he can’t shave that morning or night, he’s gonna be grumpy all day.

-🕷️ If he does let it grow out, it’s gonna be white but with specks of pink in there. It’s more prominent on his jawline and chin but if you look real close you can see more on his upper lip it’s just very hard to see.

[there-will-be-a-way]

Introduction to my parts

1. Chris | 2. Kiran | 3. Tato

4. Adrian | 5. Young N. | 6. Freya

7. BR | 9. Amely

Chris

Chris is a part who escapes real life by writing or playing video games. He comes out when I am stressed and flees from the world. He carries some heavy depression and feelings of alienation. The whole world is "too much" for him and he just wants to be left alone.

Kiran

I have no idea who this guy is. The only reason I know of his existence is that he has a profile in our SimplyPlural app and has written a message before.

Tato

Tato is a part who holds the positive memories of living with our family and caring for the horses. She misses our old life and has trouble with us being trans - she is the only part who still views us as a whole as a woman.

Adrian

Adrian is the part who holds our addictions. He is very depressed, suicidal and impulsive. He feels hopeless and stuck, as if every try to get better is in vain.

Young N.

Young N. is between 15 and 17 years old. He remembers some of our trauma and is angry about it - he is especially angry at the older parts who are in denial. He likes listening to Linkin Park and Rap and generally fits the role of an angry, angsty teenager.

Freya

Freya is a gatekeeper who can open "portals" in our inner world and move parts from one place to another. She is grumpy and shows she cares via tough love. She comes out in high stress situations and goes through the motions like a robot (aka without any feelings that make her "weak").

BR (aka "Business Rose")

BR is the responsible adult in our system. She handles appointments and deals with angry men, or people who make us uncomfortable in general. She is a huge fawner.

Amely

Amely is about 15 years old and a part who is loyal to our family. She is really homesick, although she remembers the trauma we went through in our childhood home. She carries a lot of guilt about being "a bad daughter" and cries easily.

Other parts:

N.

N. is a gatekeeper and our Big Boss who doesn't like being talked about so I leave it at that.

Darius

Darius is a social part who comes out only around our sister or parents. He formed during our first stay at a psych ward and fills the role of appearing to be happy, funny and easy going - he doesn't allow people to see our "broken" side.

Rose

Rose has been dormant for years. She holds the trauma with an ex partner and some of our family trauma. She was very caring towards other parts and worked hard on our healing.

"Me"

Me is a part who practices zen buddhism and helps other parts.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Helluva/ Hazbin huh? Okay, here's an idea to play with.

Our lovely Reader is a hellborn. Likely a hellhound or imp since those are the lowest in the hell hierarchy. They've had a rough life, but they're still good, if tired. They try to give advice when ask, avoid trouble, and survive.

Now I have two ideas on who our mutants could be:

Option 1: All of them are sinners. Charles and Erik are running their own version of the Hotel to get sinners redeemed. Everyone is living together in (somewhat) controlled chaos, but they need to hire some help. Maybe a groundskeeper, cook, security, someone who cam go between circles of hell. Reader gets hired for the job, but still is required to be part of "redeeming group bounding activities". One day, someone asks Reader what they want to do when they get redeemed.

"Um, I can't go? To heaven? I'm hellborn, so no soul. No soul=no redemption. This is your guys' afterlife, this is my LIFE."

Ooooooohhhhhhhh! That's fun! Imp or Hellhound Reader running around, doing some good deeds for the denizens of H*ll, hears about the Hotel, and goes there! Only to meet the weirdest group of sinners ever... The adults are all rather grumpy or desperate, amd the teens are either apathetic, depressed, or traumatized. So what does Reader do? Cheer them up! Who wants cake? Here, have some devils food cake and angels food cake! Need to smile? Oh look, some jerk just tripped a rock and busted their face open! Need some entertainment? Reader knows several card tricks, pranks, and artistic exercises they can do!

The sinner X-Men and Brotherhood like their imp or hellhound, making sure they have a warm bed and plenty of activities to do! They don't let them go out unless it's with one of them, and even still, they keep an eye on them at all times. No scum is going to eat or kill their bby! That is THEIR sweet little bean, and they WILL get to Heaven one day, they just know it!

Until they find out Reader simply CAN'T get to Heaven...

Hellborns are the natural citizens of Heck. Reader is a hellborn. They never lived as a human on Earth, so they never had the chance to do good and be accepted by the angels of Heaven. So they aren't even a contender to enter into the light of the Holy Realm...

The platonic yanderes proceed to have a meltdown, Charles and Erik shaking each other amd trying to get in contact contact Heaven to see if, since angels can fall, could a demon ascend...? Amd if so, would they happily accept the best imp/hellhound to ever grace their presence? At this point, those Teo and the other adults are desperate, wanting Reader to survive and not be hurt in case things go wrong or they get caught in the Extermination. But- if Heaven sees how good they are, surely they'll HAVE to accept Reader!

Right...?

(What was your second idea, @sugar-soda? I'm curious to know!) (Let's call this thr Welcome to Heck AU...)

[gachawolfiebloom]

A Grumpy Troll and A Prince

Chapter 8 ~ A Happy Ending

Tags: Comedy, action, adventure, and romance

Today was the big day. The return of the long awaited holiday, Trollistice! All the Bergens made their way through town, all the way to the castle while repeatedly chanting "Trollistice! Trollistice! Trollistice!" King X waited at the top of the stairs, hoping that his plus one would show up. He held onto the skate that the boy had lost on their date night.

Servants wandered the kitchen with dishes and supplies as Mr Puzzles opened a big container and said "Let's prepare our main course." He zipped open the bags and dumped the rest of the village into the big pot. "THE TROLLS!" The trembling things watched as the TV man gave them a sinister grin before closing and locking the lid. The king slowly got up as he looked around, thankfully spotting the prince. "Smg4! Thank goodness your okay!" he said in relief, running over to hug the unharmed troll. However, Four didn't seem like his usual happy, cheerful self.

He pushed the king away and said "I'm doing great. I got everybody I love thrown into a pot. Thanks for asking." Smg3 pushed through the crowd to see how miserable Four was. Mario quietly asked "Is Smg4...being...sarcastic...?"

"YES!" Four shot back in anger, which frightened everyone and Boopkins once again replied "Oh my god." much more startled this time. Four turned from anger to guilt and regret. "I'm so sorry. I don't know why I thought I could save you." His friends looked sad to see him this way as he continued. "I just wanted to keep everyone safe. But I couldn't." He turned his back and said "I let everyone down..." as tears trickled down his cheeks. This pain was too much for him so with nothing left to do, Four collapsed onto his knees and gave up.

Three couldn't bear to see Four like this. He sighed and started "But Four..." until the prince cut him off. "You were right Three. The world isn't all fun and laughter." Then something massively depressing happened. Just like Three did long ago, Four's colors began to fade. Tari and Melony gasped, hearts breaking. Bob tried to act like it didn't bother him, but his eyes lowered. Mario sadly whispered "Smg4..." in great ache. Now that the prince had given up, all his friends had given up too, causing everyone to fade as well.

Three watched as all the color had left till nothing was left except grayness and great sorrow. Three sat in silence thinking to himself. Four just can't give up like this. But what could he do?

FM was scrubbing dishes when he saw his reflection in the plate. He sighed and looked over to the roller skate on his bed. What had he done?

X sat patiently in his seat, watching everyone come in and not one of them was the guy he wanted. He held the other roller skate and frowned. Had he gotten his hopes up for nothing?

Nothing, but silence. Soon they would be put out of their misery. Three just kept watching Four with a heavy heart. He should've been happy that he was right. But he didn't want to be right. He wanted to be...his friend.

Four's tears were still dripping and he refused to speak. Then out of nowhere, he heard behind him-

"You with the sad eyes."

Four's eyelids slowly flickered as his friends wondered who was singing that sweet tune. Four looked over and they all saw that it was Three.

"Don't be discouraged."

Four was surprised at first to hear this grumpy troll finally singing, but he soon dismissed it, seeing that it didn't matter anymore. Three walked up and knelt next to the prince as he just stared at the ground. Three placed a hand on his chin and brought his head up to meet the other's eyes.

"Oh I realize. It's hard to take courage. In a world full of people. You can lose sight of it all. The darkness inside you can make you feel so small."

Four's hug time bracelet went off and Three opened his arms to gesture a hug, but Four just ignored it and covered the light till the stupid thing went off. Soon all the other trolls's bracelets were going off, harmonizing a gentle tune. FM was outside, putting his ear to the pot so he could see if the trolls were okay. "What are you doing!?" FM jumped back in surprise to see Mr Puzzles standing behind him. "The king is waiting! GET THOSE TROLLS OUT THERE!"

"Sorry Mr Puzzles." FM said in fear as he pushed the cart down the hall. "Oh you will be sorry." Mr Puzzles glared at him, keeping a watchful eye.

Three softly grabbed Four's hand and helped pull him up, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

"Show me a smile then. Don't be unhappy. Can't remember when I last saw you laughing."

He tried doing a funny little slide to cheer Four up, which kinda worked because the prince snickered a little.

"This world makes you crazy. And you've taken all you can bear. Just call me up cause I will always be there."

As Three continued singing, Four's blue skin and cute overalls regained their natural color as he watched in awe.

"And I see your true colors shining through. I see your true colors."

Then Three said one of the nicest things he had in his entire life with pure honesty.

"And that's why I love you..."

Four gasped and turned around to see if Three was being genuine. He saw that Three was actually smiling and holding his hand out. Four gladly sang back to him as he placed his hand in his partner's and they intertwined fingers.

"So don't be afraid to let them show~"

Three's colors returned back to him as well in a radiant purple glow.

"Your true colors. True colors are beautiful."

The two danced around, singing and locking eyes with each other as everyone watched and regained their colors back as well.

"I see your true colors shinning through."

"True colors."

"I see your true colors. And that's why I love you."

"So don't be afraid to let them show."

Mario watched them in excitement, squeezing Mario Jr and both regained their colors as well. 

"Your true colors."

"True colors are beautiful."

"Like an rainbow~"

"Like an rainbow~"

"THAT WAS THE MOST ADORABLE THING MARIO HAS EVER SEEN!"

The two rolled their eyes playfully at Mario as they hugged each other, never wanting to let go.

"Thank you Three." Smg3 shook his head and said "No. Thank you Four." He was a bit confused on what Three meant. "For what?"

"For showing me how to be happy." Four's eyes widened as he burst out "Really? You're finally happy!? Now?" Three chuckled and said "Yup. I mean happiness is inside of all of us, right? Sometimes you just need someone to help you find it." Four gave him a warm, glowing smile as one of the trolls asked "What do we do now?" Four took a breath and said "I don't know, but we're not giving up."

Just then a rumbling sound crashed down on them and the pot shook. The lid slowly opened, showing rays of light seeping in. "This is it Mario Jr! We're going to the spaghetti gods! Don't go into the light!" FM appeared with a concerned look as the trolls looked surprised. "Smg4!"

"FM?" He looked back down the hall behind them, where the chanting sounds for trolls were. "What are you doing?" FM picked up Four and told him "I can't let them eat you!"

"But-" 

It was too late to change his mind as FM dumped the pot out and said "You gotta go! Hurry! Get out of here!" He set Four down as he panicked. "No! FM if you go in without us, you know what they'll do to you!" He nodded and headed to the door. "But FM..."

"It's okay! It's okay." He knelt down and said "You showed me what it feels like to be happy. I never would have found out if it wasn't for you. And I'm glad to call you my friend." Four looked up at him like he was crazy, but sighed and said "Me too." They could hear the Bergens getting impatient and Mr Puzzles calling out for FM. He quickly got up and ran back to the door. "Go on now! You have to hurry!"

Four tried to think of another solution. "Come with us!" But FM refused in an attempt to save them. "And make it easier for them to find you? No way! You have to go now!" He started closing the door, but Four stopped and pleaded "FM!" Sadly, he pushed Four away with his finger, but Four hugged it tight, having to say goodbye to his new friend. Tears formed in FM's eyes as he whispered "Goodbye Four." and shut the door.

"Trolls! Trolls! Trolls!" The Bergens cheered as FM rolled in the cart with their dinner. King X, in a state of anxiousness, called out "WAIT! We should wait for FightingMario54321!" Mr Puzzles smiled and said "Oh of course! You're right!" He simmered down the crowd and announced "There will be no trolls until the king's plus one has arrived!" FM sighed as the rowdy crowd complained that they had waited long enough. Mr Puzzles smirked and said "Well unless..."

"Unless what?" X asked. "Well unless he doesn't come at all. But that's crazy!" He leaned on the table, holding his head with his hand. "Who wouldn't want to be with you?" X looked around as the Bergens all whispered and murmured to each other. He looked disappointed, but put down the skate and said "Yeah...let's start." The crowd erupted back into their excited cheers while FM nervously looked at the pot.

All the trolls escaped back through the old tunnel. Four and Three helped them in, making sure everyone got out of here safely. As the last remaining trolls went through the hole, Four looked back at the castle. "Four?" The prince told him "FM just ruined his life to save ours. That's not right! He deserves to be happy as much as we do." He paused for a few seconds and said "They all do..."

"All right everybody! Who's ready to eat some trolls!" As X stared at the roller-skate, thinking about why his date never showed up, Mr Puzzles tried to take his mind off it with something better. "King X, there is only one thing that will make you happy and only one guy who can provide it." He unlocked the lid and lifted it up. "Enjoy everyone!" When he looked down, he instantly gasped. "They're gone..." Memories of that time he got fired all those years ago replayed in his mind.

All the Bergens and the king said the same thing. "Gone!?" Mr Puzzles would not let himself go back to that horrible, disgusting life, where he was nobody. He looked over to FM and said in a low voice "What did you do GM?" He inched closer as the servant backed away in fear. "You ate them didn't you? You greedy pig!"

"No...I..." The crowd and the king grew angry with him as the TV struck back "I will not lose my image again! GUARDS LOCK HIM UP!" Starman and MM surrounded him with their spears as he shut his eyes, preparing for the worst.

Suddenly, Four and his friends crashed through the window, riding on FM's skate and flew up into the air. FM watched as they jumped off and landed atop of his head as the skate landed on his foot, spinning around as the trolls created the very same hair of his alternate. X gasped, along with the crowd as he said in shock "FightingMario54321?" He slowly skated over to him as the trolls recoiled back their hair. "What?" Mr Puzzles was at a lost for words.

"But how? Why? Why did you do this?"

Four told him "Because he didn't think you would want someone like him." FM nodded and said "I mean is it me you're looking for? I don't think so." Mr Puzzles was done with this nonsense and yelled "Guards! Finish him!" They point their spears as the prince yells "WAIT! King X, when you were with FM, you were feeling something."

He realized he did and said "Yeah. I just thought it was too much pizza." FM excitedly replied "Me too!" Four laughed and said "That was happiness." The Bergens looked confused as one asked "But don't you have to eat a troll to be happy?"

"But X hasn't ever eaten a troll in his life!" The king smiled and held out the roller skate he saved. "No I haven't. And yet I am here with a full heart." He slipped it onto FM's foot as they smiled and held hands. The crowd was peeked with interest as Mr Puzzles went into rage and yelled "Don't listen to him! There's only one way to be happy! MY WAY!" He pushed the couple apart and headed straight to the trolls at the table.

"NO!" FM shouted out, but before anything could be done, Mr Puzzles snatched up Three and forced the king into his seat. "WITH ME IN CHARGE, I'LL SERVE YOU TROLL EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR!" He opened X's mouth and threw Three onto his tongue. "WITH ME AS KING, ALL OF LIFE WILL HAVE NEVER ENDING HAPPINESS THAT CAN WATCH MY SHOWS AND THEN I'LL BE ON TOP AGAIN!

X started dragging his tongue closer as Three scrambled away and Mr Puzzles just kept screaming "EAT! EAT!" Four dove and saved Three at the last second. "Happiness isn't something you can put inside of you Mr Puzzles! Sometimes you just need someone to help you find it." Three smiled as Four had reused that line he had told him earlier.

All the Bergens started bombarding with questions on if they could really be happy. Mr Puzzles started looking around frantically. "Of course! It's inside of you and all of us! And I don't think it, I feel it!"

A blue spotlight fell upon the prince as the final song was about to begin.

"I got this feeling inside my bones! It goes electric wavy when I turn it on!"

Three joined in on the song, busting out some dance moves that nobody ever knew he had.

"And if you want it inside your soul~"

Both of them high five, singing together "Just open up your heart and let the music take control!"

They dance so well in sync together as the bass gets louder.

"I've got that sunshine in my pocket! Got that good song in my feet!"

Their friends gladly join In as all the trolls go into bewilderment, probably thinking what the heck was happening.

"I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops! Ooh~"

"I can't take my eyes up off him when he's moving so sensational!"

"This room on lock the way we rock it so don't stop!"

The others continue dancing and clapping their hands to the music as some Bergens actually seem to be enjoying it.

"Under the lights when everything goes~ Nowhere to hide when I'm getting you close!"

"Can't stop! Won't stop!"

"When we move, well you already know!"

Mr Puzzles sees Starman and MM start to shake to the music.

"So just imagine, just imagine, just imagine!"

Boopkins then notices someone is missing. "Uh guys, where's Bob?"

Suddenly, Bob come out with a sick dj mixer and yells "I'M RIGHT HERE LADIES! AND I BROUGHT A FEW FRIENDS!" All the trolls rain down from the ceiling as the room is covered in strobe lights and a disco ball hangs from up above.

"Nothing I can't see but you when you dance, dance, dance!"

"Feel the good good creep up on you so just dance, dance dance! Come on!"

Starman and MM block Mr Puzzles with their spears as they're now too lost in the music to do any guarding.

"All those things I shouldn't do but you, dance, dance, dance!"

Bergens find that their shoulders start bouncing to the beat and their heads are bobbing along with the music. Maybe they didn't need to eat a troll to be happy after all.

"And ain't nobody leaving soon so keep dancing~"

Four helps some other Bergens get into the groove with some spinning and Three is riding along a chain of Bergens, holding hands.

"I can't stop the feeling! So just dance, dance, dance!"

"I can't stop the feeling! So just dance, dance, dance!"

"I can't stop the feeling! So keep dancing, come on!"

All the Bergens felt so happy that they threw off their bibs, never to eat a troll again. Mr Puzzles was furious as he pushed past the guards and was about to zap the trolls with his lightning. FM saw and threw his spoon at him. "Ow! WHO DID THAT!?" Some other trolls got some laser pointers and shinned them in his eyes. "AH! STOP THAT!" He covered his eyes, unaware that Melony and Tari pulled out a rope to trip him and Mr Puzzles fell in the pot. It started rolling towards the exit while Mario and Meggy lit a match and threw it in, catching the TV man's suit on fire. "Whoopee! A barbecue!"

The cart flew out the entrance to the castle and down the stairs. Four and his friends came outside, where Mr Puzzles shouted "CURSE YOU! I'LL GET YOU! I'LL GET YOU ALL!" Tag6 poked her head out and screamed in terror when she saw the flaming TV man in an out of control cart. It broke down the door to town and the two disappeared into the forest, never to be seen again.

With Mr Puzzles banished for the 2nd time, the sky turned bright again and colors flooded the streets as the trolls and Bergens danced down the stairs and through town in celebration.

"I can't stop the feeling!"

"Nothing I can't see but you when you dance, dance, dance!"

"I can't stop the feeling!"

"Feel the good creeping up on you so just dance, dance, dance!"

"I can't stop the feeling!"

"All the things I shouldn't do but you dance, dance, dance!"

"I can't stop the feeling!"

"And ain't nobody leaving soon so keep dancing~"

They watched in amazement as the old troll tree was restored to the thriving tree in the past and all the trolls and Bergens gathered around, but for a much better reason. Four stood in front of the king as he placed a blue flower crown upon his head and announced "Our new King!"

Four looked upon the crowd as he watched his subjects cheering, FM and his new lover X encouraging him, and of course Mario was in the background, screaming "That's Mario's best friend! Mario is best friends with the king!"

He turned to see Three approaching and they held hands when Boopkins used his surprising strength from a few days ago to hoist them up above the town and tree. Three told him "I know it's not really my thing and it's not hug time yet, but..." He opened his arms as Four looked and gave a smirking face. In a silly tone, he replied "Now that I'm king, I decree that hug time..."

His humor cleared up as he returned the gesture and said "Is all the time." The two warmly embraced each other and it seemed like they were almost about to kiss when another pair of arms were felt around them. Both turned to see that weirdo clown from earlier. Depresso held out both his hands and said "Up high!"

They turned to each other with smug grins, thinking the exact same thing and slapped his hands so hard that he fell off the platform. "YEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh...."

~The End~

When the cart finally stopped, Mr Puzzles and Tag6 found themselves in the middle of nowhere. The pink and purple troll sighed of relief that this bumpy ride was over until Mr Puzzles grabbed hold of her and yelled "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Just before the raging TV man could do anything, a rumbling was heard below them and a chain chomp came out of the ground to eat them and happily licked its lips.

Author's note: It took a few months but I have finally finished this story! Lots of effort and writing was put into this, but I hoped you all enjoyed it. Big thank you to @LizaLuvsThis for the cover art and permission to use Tag6 in this project, @ColaXdraw for inspiring me with his amazing drawings, and you all for reading this story and sticking by through development. And for all of you who are wondering if I will be continuing this series with the other movies and specials, I will be! However, I will not be doing the Netflix shows. Trolls Holiday will be coming out in December for a Christmas you won't forget. Stay tuned!

[johnono]

infodump time, why I think John Lennon was plural fr

so I've been reading a bunch of memoirs about me. my biggest piece of evidence is from Elliot Mintz's memoir (sidenote I love him sm <3), where he quoted me as saying "I'm not always the Imagine guy, or the Jealous Guy, or the Walrus" as in personas from songs. and he also said that I would often make up new characters to be, like the Walrus, or Dr Winston O'Boogie, or so many more. needless to say, I very well could have not just been "making them up" or I was making them without the "up" like making headmates without knowing that's what I was doing

not necessarily a plural thing, but in the same vein as making up characters to be, Ellie said that Yoko & I would decide on characters to be and then by doing so, people wouldn't recognise us, until the "spell" broke and everyone did. it's sorta like changing the way our aura feels and people recognise you by your energy before they look at you, so they wouldn't recognise our auras and therefore not notice us. and there's a blurry line between spirituality and psychology (I can't even tell if my current system is psychological, spiritual, or both), so it could've been a plural switching thing too. depending on who's fronting, your physiology can literally change, so it's hardly a stretch to say your aura could too. but this one is only additional evidence instead of main evidence, because Ellie didn't say anything about our actual personalities changing, unlike with the other personas I "made up"

in Cynthia Lennon's memoir (the one called John), she described my dissociation a lot. I tried to look back through the book to find quotes but I gave up lol. point is she would describe something that is clearly dissociation and was like "John was like that a lot" and that was even before any drugs. so y'know possibly some kind of dissociative disorder going on. I also saw another quote about my dissociation somewhere (not by Cyn)

Cyn would also describe these "moods" I would have where I would be quite different, and to be fair it could be any number of things, could be depression, could be BPD, idk whatever, but it could also be plural. it seemed I had so many different "modes" that it confused people (like going from super loving to distant and grumpy. I was often quite a contradiction). it especially felt plural when she was describing the last few months of our marriage, like, I was aloof for a while and then I was suddenly like "hey btw I've cheated on you before but I wanna make this work cuz I love you and only you" and then we were all lovely for a while and then I was suddenly avoiding her again and I sent her away on holiday and was dissociating as she left (one quote! "he was in the almost trance-like state I'd seen many times before and barely turned his head to say goodbye"). I think it could have been different headmates with different feelings about her. and I think it was separate to the drugs cuz she described how different I was when I was high and she could tell when I was, so she would've mentioned it if she thought I was acting like that because of drugs

she also spoke about me "compartmentalising" parts of my life and pretending they don't exist. and this ohhh this could so very well be a plural thing. compartmentalising them into different headmates so that even if I didn't have dissociative amnesia, headmates who didn't hold those bits wouldn't have that emotional weight or really think about it as much. like Beatle John holds Beatles stuff, doesn't think about home life, Home John doesn't think about Beatles stuff, and yeah sure everyone acts different in different situations but calling it "compartmentalising and pretending it doesn't exist" is interesting. also there would be a Yoko John and a Cynthia John cuz Yoko John was waiting patiently with Yoko for Cyn to catch us, and then afterwards Cynthia John was like "Yoko doesn't mean anything to me". like?? this doesn't feel very singlet because I really don't think I was intentionally being an ass about it, I think I could've had different feelings depending on who was fronting because why would I have Wanted her to catch me and then lied about my feelings?

also maybe not relevant but I have seen lots of evidence of me talking in third person lol. only example I can think of rn is in the documentary Get Back where I joke "don't leave the needles lying around, we've got a bad reputation now with John getting busted" (talking about myself getting busted for weed possession). maybe I just did that cuz I was telling a joke but who knows. also possibly not relevant but Paul said that sometimes when we were having an argument, I would take off my round spectacles and say "it's only me" and Paul said "it was as if those glasses were a persona he could take on and off" (not an exact quote but that's the gist)

final pointtt is I introjected 4 John factives so far. originally I thought they were all just from different years except that one guy who we call Dr Winston O'Boogie who simply holds the psychedelic sillies. we named them each after different "characters" that I had back then, but considering how different they all are I gotta wonder if they're more than just the different eras of John's life. they even hold different feelings for people, like we have one who's still in love with Cyn, we have one who hates Cyn and hates Paul, and we have another who's in love with Paul. I mean yes it makes sense to be very changeable when you've got a whole lot going on in your life, but it's Possible that they're who the hosts were at the time. and I reckon previous "personas" would have come out at different times, like in that first quote I mentioned. and it's more than splitting a person into pieces, the headmates have similarities and they have differences. also the Paul-hating John we say is from an era that in fact I didn't always hate Paul during but I feel like there very well could have been a headmate back then that specifically holds that (it could also be blamed on BPD splitting but idkk man. but bordergenic systems are a thing) and yeah my current headmates can be proof cuz I was literally John Lennon and again idk if my system is spiritual but some part of me would remember at least

thinking about introjects, I feel like I probably would've introjected Elvis considering I tried to be just like him, and I probably would've introjected Yoko because again I tried to be just like her and I did a pretty good job at it lol. and the Walrus could very well be a fictive because he was inspired by the walrus from Alice in Wonderland

[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Twenty Four)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: The wedding is here!!!!

Thank you once again to everyone showing love to this story. It’s nowhere near done but my brain is getting antsy. I have like a billion Ghost stories I wanna write, some I've started already, some mere ideas in my pesky brain. I’d love to hear which ones you guys are most interested in first. I can’t list all of my ideas here because it would take too long but some of the ones I’m doing are;

-Ghost/OC/Soap story. MC is on the task force.

-I don’t wanna call it an alpha/omega story because the MC is human, but it's kinda along those lines with mates and stuff. But it falls into obsessive Ghost and reluctant (at first) MC. If you think this Ghost is pussy whipped for Lottie then… lmao just wait and see bby.

-a sunshine/grumpy trope story. Ghost absolutely wants nothing to do with her but she's so cute and ridiculous and happy and she worms her way in anyway >:)

-mediaeval ish story. MC is the princess, Ghost is a knight.  

-an actual alpha/omega story. Our poor little omega is traumatised and Ghostie takes care of her.

-Zombie AU story. Deals with some pretty dark and depressing shit.

I have more ideas but those are the ones pinging around my brain the most and some I’ve already started. Don’t be shy to let me know.

The wedding dress and the lingerie for reference.

I actually managed to pick a song that wasn’t the usual bands lmao My brain allowed it because good ol’ Greg here is the singer from The Dillinger Escape plan, who I believe our Ghostie listens to lololol

Greg Puciato - Heaven of Stone

In the earth below with

Nowhere else to go

I know that we'll belong

Set free from all the wrongs

In eternal gardens

Fallen flowers grow

I've held you all along

In heavens made of stone

‘Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.’ Simon tried to remember who said that, if he remembered right, it was Aristotle. Made sense though, didn’t it? Maybe that's why he’d spent most of his life miserable, feeling cold and empty like a haunted house. Maybe that was why he always felt like something was missing. He’d been only half of a soul, floating around like a wraith, trying to find his other half. Now he’d found her, had her stumble right into his life and now he knew he could never look back. He felt whole, he felt complete, he felt like everything was right and the world made sense.

Despite these feelings, he was greedily sucking nicotine from a smoke, his second in  less than fifteen minutes, as he sat perched on the wall outside of the courthouse. To say he was feeling nervous would have been a gross understatement. He wasn't having cold feet, in fact Tommy had been stunned by the lack of cold feet he’d shown all morning. He’d never been more sure of anything in his entire life, he knew he wanted her to be his wife. But he was nervous for a lot of other things, the variables in this scenario, the things beyond his control. Just as he hated that bullshit out on the battlefield, he hated it in his personal life. He loved to be in control, it meant he was less likely to get hurt, a feeling he’d been subjected to far too much as a child. He’d vowed never to feel that vulnerable again. 

What if she was the one having cold feet? What if she decided she didn't want to marry a tosser like him? What if she decided she didn't want marriage at all? What if she decided she was bored of him and that she didn't want to be with him full stop? What if she didn't turn up? What if he went home and all her stuff was gone? What if, what if, what if? Too many thoughts, too many feelings and he was trying to calm himself down by chain smoking. 

“You're gonna get lung cancer before she even gets here at this rate,” Tommy huffed from next to him, snatching the pack of smokes out of his hand and pocketing them. Simon glared at him, stubbing out the end of his cig before flicking it into the bin not too far away. 

“I’m fine,” he grouched and Tommy eyed his leg that was anxiously bouncing before raising a smug brow at him. “Fuck off,” he huffed and Tommy snorted.

“It’s okay to be nervous, Si,” he murmured and Simon ran a hand through his hair in agitation.

Lottie would be here soon and he wished she’d just turn up early, to see if she would in fact turn up or if his life was about to quickly go down the shitter. 

“What if she doesn't turn up?” he asked, his voice so quiet with the shame of his admission. Tommy glanced at him, a sympathetic smile on his face as he clapped Simon on the back.

“She will turn up,” his simple answer just annoyed him and he heaved a sigh, glaring at him. “She thinks the world of you, Simon, anyone with eyes can see that. She’ll turn up. If anything, she’s probably panicking just as much as you right now. Probably convinced herself you won't be here,” Tommy said quietly and Simon knew he wasn't wrong. He knew his girl so well and she was probably working herself into an even bigger tizzy than he was. He just hated this anxiety, hated being away from her like this. He knew she loved him, his nerves were just getting the best of him. 

Tommy’s phone dinged and he glanced at it, grinning before he stood up.

“Come on, arse wipe, up you get. They’re on their way,” he beamed at him. 

Relief flooded his system then, knowing she was coming after all, Beth and his mum in tow after helping her get ready. He wondered just what she’d look like walking down the small aisle of the courthouse. 

He was wearing a suit, nothing too fancy, just a simple black and white suit that he’d worn to Tommy’s wedding. He’d contemplated getting something fancier, something just for this occasion, but Charlotte had told him to do what he wanted, whatever was comfortable for him so this is what he chose. He wasnt much of a suit person to begin with and he didn’t want to waste money on something that made him so fucking uncomfortable. He felt he scrubbed up decent enough anyway. 

He followed his baby brother into the courthouse to await his bride and his stomach felt like there were a million roaches inside, all squirming around trying to get out. He felt sick, breathing slowly so he didn’t fucking pass out and make a right knob of himself while he waited at the end of the aisle. The officiant was an older man, a kind face who had been nothing but nice and polite to the boys since they arrived. They all stood waiting for the girls to arrive. 

There wouldn't be music, the wedding march or anything of the like as she walked in. They could have requested it but she’d said no. He'd been a little surprised that she wanted a bare bones wedding like this but he hadn’t minded at all. He tended to agree with her though, weddings were shite. He just wanted to marry her. 

He heard the door start to open and he stood taller, as if standing to attention in front of his commanding officer. As the doors fully opened, he felt like all the breath got stolen from his lungs. The feeling was so reminiscent of when they first met and he never would have thought back then that he’d wind up making her his wife. 

She was an absolute vision and his throat constricted painfully as he couldn't stop staring at her, eyes unblinking, not wanting to miss anything. The dress suited her perfectly, the lace as delicate as she was and he felt his eyes prickling with unshed tears as the emotion overflowed inside of him. His mum was linking arms with her, giving her away as she had no parents of her own. He remembered how hard Lottie had cried when his mum had offered, remembered how he himself had cried no matter how embarrassing it might have been. 

Beth was behind them, holding the train of the dress in one hand, the other arm having an almost one year old Joseph perched on her hip. He was wearing fucking suit and everything. Little man looked proper dapper. 

His mum led Charlotte to him and his girl was staring at him with wide eyes and a tentative smile. After a pat to the arm off his teary mum, she sat down with Tommy, Beth and little Jo following along. He couldn't take his eyes off Lottie though as they stared at each other. Her brown waves were up in some braided updo thing, a few waves framing her face. She was perfect.

“You look like an angel, love,” he whispered reverently, his voice thick with emotion as he grasped her hands. She blushed, that pink looking so pretty on her face as she smiled shyly. Always acted like he was complimenting her for the first time. He never tired of making her blush, he loved that he could still have that effect on her. 

“You look so handsome, Si,” she murmured, making those moon eyes at him as if he’d hung the moon himself. Fuck, he wished he did. He’d do anything she asked of him no matter how impossible the task. 

He wanted to keep going on about how beautiful she was, wanted to kiss the gloss of her perfect lips, wanted to do a lot of things, but then the officiant started speaking.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Charlotte and Simon in marriage. This ceremony marks the beginning of their journey together as husband and wife,” he started and Simon felt the anticipation thrumming through his entire being. His eyes were still glued to his girl, even when he heard his mothers sniffle from her seat. 

“Charlotte and Simon, today you come before us to express your love and commitment to one another. Before we proceed, do you both affirm that it is your intention to enter into this marriage willingly and with full understanding of its significance?” he asked and Charlotte smiled up at Simon in a way that rendered his heart to mush.

"We do," they both answered and it made his lips tug up as he squeezed her soft hands gently.

“Excellent. Charlotte and Simon, marriage is a sacred bond, a union founded on love, respect, and mutual trust. It is a promise to stand by each other through life's joys and challenges. It is a commitment to support and uplift one another, to cherish and nurture your relationship each and every day. Now, Charlotte, please share your vows with Simon,” the officiant said with a warm smile. 

He could tell she was nervous, felt her hands trembling against his own. He expected her to pull out a piece of paper with her vows on, like his own that he’d stuffed in his pocket. Vows he’d agonised over and rewrote a billion and one times because no words could ever be able to sum up what he wanted to say to her. She didn't seem to need to read her vows though, apparently she had it all stored in her head.

“Simon… from the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. You've brought so much joy and love into my life, and I’m grateful for every moment we've shared together. You’ve changed me as a person, for the better. Made me see I’m worthy of being loved. I can never repay you for all you’ve done for me but I’d love to spend the rest of our lives trying,” she started with a wobbly voice and shiny eyes. His chest felt heavy, like a weight bearing down on him as he suppressed the urge to cry like a right mard arse. He gave her a watery smile and she gripped his hands tighter. 

“I promise to stand by your side through thick and thin. I promise to support you, to encourage you, and to be your partner in all things. I vow to listen to you with an open heart, to laugh with you in times of joy, and to comfort you in times of sorrow. I choose you today and every day for the rest of our lives,” she murmured earnestly and he had to blink rapidly to quell the onslaught of tears threatening to break through. 

“Thank you, Charlotte. Now, Simon, please share your vows with Charlotte,” the officiant smiled. 

Simon swallowed thickly, one of his hands leaving Lottie’s so he could retrieve the little piece of paper in his breast pocket with a trembling hand. His breathing was shaky and he tried to calm himself, didn't want his voice to crack.

“Charlotte, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one I wanted to spend my life with…” he hated how close to tears he sounded, how the lump in his throat got bigger with each word leaving his mouth. Charlotte gave him an encouraging smile, bringing the hand she still held up to her mouth and placing a tender kiss to his knuckles. “You’re my best friend, my confidante, and my soulmate. Today, in front of our family, I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in all your dreams and endeavours, and to always be there for you. I promise to cherish you, to respect you, and to honour you for the incredible person you are. I’m so grateful to call you my partner, and I vow to spend the rest of my days makin’ you happy,” he choked out, stuffing the paper back in his pocket before wiping his eyes quickly. The officiant looked at Tommy then and he hopped up, fishing around in his pocket before grabbing the two rings, handing them to both he and Lottie. “As Charlotte and Simon exchange these rings, they are symbolising the commitment and love they have pledged to one another. These rings are more than mere adornments; they are a visible representation of the promises and vows made here today. Charlotte, as you place this ring on Simon's finger, may it serve as a constant reminder of your love, loyalty, and devotion. Let it be a symbol of the unbreakable bond you share and a promise of your commitment to him,” the officiant said, gesturing to Charlotte and she smiled up at Simon, a heart melting smile before she slid the ring on his finger with the utmost care.

“Simon, as you place this ring on Charlotte's finger, may it be a symbol of your eternal love and unwavering dedication. Let it be a reminder of the promises you've made and a testament to the love that will continue to grow between you,” Simon’s thumb brushed over her finger before he slid the ring on, giving her hand a squeeze as he gazed down at her adoringly. 

“May these rings forever signify the love and unity you share as husband and wife. With this exchange, your lives are forever intertwined, and your journey together as partners begins anew. And now, by the power vested in me by the City of Manchester, I am honoured to pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your vows with a kiss.”

Simon wasted no time, gripping either side of Lottie’s face and leaning down, capturing her lips quickly. He’d wanted to do nothing but kiss her since she’d turned up. He kept it tame, he did have an audience after all, he he tried he pour all of his love, all of his emotion into the kiss. When he pulled away, her cheeks were aflame, amusement dancing behind her pretty blue eyes as she smiled at him.

“I love you,” she murmured and he felt himself melting all over again.

“I love you too… Mrs Riley,” he smirked and her smile widened.

They stayed a little longer to sign all the forms to actually be married before they all left the courthouse. Not before his mother had clung to him, weeping into his chest at how proud she was, how fucking happy he was for him. Made his heart feel like it had grown three sizes seeing his poor mum like that about him. 

Much to Tommy’s chagrin, there wouldn't be a reception. Charlotte hadn't really wanted one and if he was honest, neither did he. All he could think about as he looked at his new wife in that dress was wanting to get her home and getting inside of her. Before they left, his mum was adamant on getting some pictures that she could print off so they’d posed for her outside of the courthouse and he didn't think he’d ever had a picture taken of him smiling quite like this.

They’d gotten congratulations from the taxi driver on their way home after parting ways with his family and Simon felt his chest puff with pride that Lottie was now his wife. His other half. She was fully his and he felt like he was on top of the world. She seemed so happy, smiling and giggling as he told her shitty jokes on the way home, clutching his arm as they made their way inside and into the lift. 

As they walked down the hallway of their apartment, he scooped her up bridal style, making her squeal before she started laughing, gripping around his neck as if she thought he’d drop her. As if he ever would. He was smiling so fucking hard his cheeks hurt and he was sure he probably looked fucking psychotic at this point. He couldn't help it though, he’d never felt happiness quite like this, never thought he would. Hadn’t thought he deserved it. Yet here she was, beautiful and sweet Charlotte, giving him every drop of love she had in her entire being and he wouldn't waste a single bit of it. 

He carried her through the threshold, gently placing her on her feet as they got indoors and he shut the door behind her. His eyes turned hungry then as he gazed at her, eyes trailing over her in that fucking dress, looking like some angel sent from heaven to tempt him. 

He stepped towards her and the look in his eyes had her stepping back until her back hit the door, lips parted, pupils blown wide as he gazed up at him. He rested his hands either side of her on the door, caging her in, knowing she loved his size and loved feeling helpless around him, little minx she was. 

He trailed his nose along her delicate throat with a hum and she let out a soft noise that had his hard dick aching in his pants. He placed a wet and open mouthed kiss on her pulse point, making her moan quietly before he leaned back up to look at her with his blazing eyes. 

“You look good enough to eat, sweetheart,” he purred and she smiled, a delighted flash glinting in her eyes. 

“Be careful of the dress, it's a rental,” she smirked, making him snort softly.

“That’s a shame, wanted to fuck you in it,” he muttered wickedly, loving how she swallowed thickly, squirming where she stood. 

“I have something better… you should take the dress off,” she murmured, looking at him all coy like and batting her lashes. 

He was intrigued and horny so he did what he was told like a good husband, moving his hands from the door to around her waist. She gasped as he pulled her flush to his chest, her hands splaying on him as she blinked up at him. His large hand slid around to her back, finding the zip and unzipping it slowly, slow enough to make her shift impatiently. 

Once the zip was completely down, his hands trailed in a featherlight touch up to her shoulders, pulling down the dainty straps there. He tugged the dress down, revealing lingerie he hadn't expected underneath. His movements became a little faster now, pulling the dress until it pooled around her ankles and he let out a deep groan, his eyes darkening. 

“You dress up for me, angel?” he asked in a mere whisper and her blush swept up her chest to her face as she nodded shyly. What a fucking sight she was like this, white lingerie with delicate straps and flowers adorning her. She’d been right, it was better than the wedding dress. His hands slid up her hips to her waist and he leaned down, nuzzling her nose with his.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Charlotte,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers and feeling her smile against him.

“You like it?” she asked almost meekly and maybe it shouldn't have made his dick even harder, but it did.

“Fuckin’ love it,” he replied breathlessly. 

He trailed hot and wet kisses from her mouth, down her jaw and to her neck, lavishing it with attention, just how she liked it. She let out a breathy moan and he groaned in response, pulling her closer to him as his hands slid around to her arse. It was then he realised the lingerie was a thong and her perfect arse cheeks were on display for him. A growl rumbled in his chest as he gave them a firm squeeze, and she moaned a little louder this time. 

“On the bed, love,” he ordered, pulling himself away from her painfully. He needed to get out of his fucking clothes so he could have his way with her before his dick fell off. She flashed him a pretty smile before they both made their way to the bedroom and she sauntered over to the bed. He watched her lay on her side, watching him with rapt attention as he started to undress. His lips tugged into a smirk at her blatant ogling so he made sure to take his time as he unbuttoned his shirt before peeling it off, his pants soon to follow. 

Once he was finally free of his constraints, he made a beeline for the bed and Charlotte rolled onto her back waiting for him. He climbed on, parting her thighs and groaning in delight at the view of her soaked cunt behind the sheer white material. 

“Look at you, all wet and ready for me already like a good little wife,” he drawled and he didn't miss how her breathing hitched at his words. Her pupils were blown wide as she watched him keenly and he slid his hands up the inside of her thighs slowly, loving how soft her skin was. He could feel her shaking with anticipation, his cock twitching at how she arched her back, trying to get closer to him. 

He couldn't tear his eyes off her, he loved her so much it felt like it caused him physical pain sometimes. He leaned down, kissing every morsel of skin he could that poked out of her body suit, worshipping her body like the goddess she was. Fucking hell, he’d give his life to her, devote everything he had in him to her. 

She was writhing under his touch, at every flutter of his lips against her skin, every brush of his tongue, every nip of his teeth. He was reverent with every touch as he made his way up her body, paying extra attention to her neck and getting a lovely moan from her. 

His lips finally claimed hers and she was so desperate for him that he felt like he might spill his load without being touched. How had he gotten so lucky? What on earth had he done to deserve such a beauty in his life that was the radiance she exuded? She was absolutely everything to him, the beginning and the end, completing him like the puzzle piece he’d spent his life searching for. 

“What?” she asked shyly and he realised then he’d stopped kissing her and was just looking at her with those soft eyes he had, only for her. He felt heat bloom high on his cheeks, in the top of his ears and she noticed because she smiled warmly at him, her fingers caressing the back of his neck lovingly. 

“I just… I love you. Never thought I’d have this,” he admitted quietly and her eyes softened, her smile widening. 

“I love you too,” she fluttered a pretty smile at him, pulling him back down and massaging her lips against his. 

He melted into her, his hand trailing down her body like some sacred object before it brushed her dripping cunt over her underwear. She gasped and he moaned, practically salivating over how needy her body was being. Part of him wanted to go all out, fuck her with his fingers, lick her pussy until she was a shaking mess, but he couldn’t. Seeing her in this pretty white lingerie, seeing her in that dress, seeing her with his ring on her finger, branding her as his… It was too much. He needed her so badly he was sure he’d die. 

He hooked his finger in the string of her underwear, dragging it from where it lay over her cunt and arse, pulling it to the side to sit in the crease of her thigh. He gripped his aching cock, rubbing against her soaked heat and she let out a needy noise that had his blood running hot. 

He sunk into her with a loud groan of relief, her own moan bleeding into his. He bottomed out deliciously and she had that pretty look on her face that told him he was filling her tight little cunt up to the brim, filling her up good. The hand beside her head was used for leverage, his other winding around her lower back to angle her better and keep her as close as possible before he started rutting into her. 

If he wasnt half gone with lust, he might have felt sorry for the neighbours as his pretty little wife started keening, clawing at his shoulders as he fucked the soul out of her, trying to claim it for his own. The legs of the bed squeaked, the headboard slamming into the wall and the room was full of obscene sounds. Their moans, the sound of their skin slapping together as he fucked her like a man possessed. 

He wanted to tell her she was his now, belonged to him in every way possible, wanted to tell her she wouldn't be leaving him ever, not if he had anything to do with it. He wanted to say a lot of things but his mouth could do little else but moan like a needy whore at the pleasure he felt. She was divine, being with her like this was a holy experience for him and it set every nerve ending in his body on fire. 

His lips crashed to hers and the kiss was messy, desperate as they both clawed and pawed at each other, chasing a release that felt higher than any other. Her hand was on the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to her as she tangled her tongue with his and he could feel the cold metal of her ring on his skin, a reminder of how she willingly gave herself over to him today. They were no longer separate souls, two halves separated into two bodies. They were joined in union, tied together forever. He’d follow her even after death if it came to it. 

He angled his hips just right, brushing that spot inside of her and pressing against her clit with his public bone and the noise she let out would make a porn star blush.

“Fuckin’ Christ…” he moaned, struggling to hold into his sanity as her cunt fluttered around him 

“Don’t stop,” she choked out, her pale cheeks flushed red, irises nowhere in sight as her eyes were overtaken by her pupils. Her voice was pleading, bordering on desperate as she clung to him like she might float off the earth if she didn't. 

He didn't stop, he kept his brutal pace, sweat trickling down his temple with the effort it was taking to not fill her up, not yet. He felt the moment she came, felt her pussy grip him so tightly he was worried she’d cut off his blood supply. It felt like she was trying to suck him inside of her, trying to consume him and he’d let her. He let out an embarrassingly loud moan, guttural and primal as his cock spurted thick ropes of cum inside of her, over and over. He felt like he'd never cum that much in his life. 

They both lay there, panting and sweaty and he tried not to squash her as they came down from their highs. His lips found hers, the kiss tender, slow, loving. Her hand was on his cheek, soft and sweet and it made his chest feel tight. When he pulled away, she was radiant, glowing from the inside out as she blinked her pretty eyes at him. 

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” she murmured and it made the tightness in his chest worse. 

He couldn't fathom being something someone wanted, that someone would be lucky to have him. But he knew she meant it, down to her fucking bones and god if it didn’t feel good. If it didn't make him feel like he could do anything when she looked at him so lovingly. He felt like he could take on the world. He was the lucky one and he knew that, to have such a loving partner, now wife, to have someone with so much love inside of her, all to himself. 

She’d raised herself, had been starved of love and basic human decency for most of her life and she’d turned out perfect. She’d raised herself and done it right and it made Simon feel like he could take on his own demons. If she could come out of the other side burning brighter than the sun, then so could he. 

They would chase each other's demons away, make the shadows crawl back to wherever they came from. She lit him up from the inside out and it made him feel warm. Made him feel like he was actually living and not just existing. Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies and he refused to part from her now he found her.

[borrelia]

i love fleetway sonic hes so simple hes so obviously bad with emotions. blah blah other sonics* also bottle things up but other sonics are Tricky. they have their effective little facades and are always putting aside their feelings for others in a way that makes it very difficult to tell Whats Up with them. fleetway sonic sucks shit at this. when he's upset Everyone Knows bc he gets Mad. he's very obviously insecure and it manifests in very negative ways. he's grumpy and he's mad and he's miserably depressed and he's running away and so on. when porker lewis, who btw just got done being trapped on miracle planet with all the metal sonics for a month or however long running and hiding for his life, says "i think I'm done adventuring im scared im just so scared" sonic is just MEAN to him and its literally just bc sonic is upset his friend is leaving and hes fuckign TERRIBLE with emotions he just gets angry and mean!!

AND. AND. lets talk about for a second that when johnny dies hes absolutely devastated... he never even Considered his friends could get hurt. but amys like "no, we all know we're literally risking our lives. we're prepared to die sonic, didn't you know?" this guy can NOT deal with thinking about bad things he can NOT deal with negative emotions THATS LIKE THE WHOLE DEAL WITH SUPER SONIC!!! HE CAN'T DEAL!! augghghghgh i love fleetway sonic

*archie sonic might be an exception to this. idk i havent read the comic but i respect archie sonic and his problems.

[celiastjamesoscar]

Sam just needs some genuine love, man 😭 It's after midnight, and I'm tryna not cry thinking of the different angsty situations she's probably gone through.

Not having a relationship with Tara even after they reunited and left to NY

Feeling like she can't be vulnerable

Her relationship with Richie being relatively not being what she wished it could be (i.e. being vulnerable in emotions and with sex)

Because of that, she probably felt shame for wanting to be in that position and dynamic, AND THAT SHIT MAKES ME TEAR UP! TEARING. UP.

Now I just imagine sex with...him...was probably not great. Girl must be in desperate need of a good time. THIS IS WHY WE NEED FANFICS OF HER FINALLY ENJOYING HERSELF! SHE MUST BE SO PENT UP AND IN NEED OF AN ACTUALLY NICE NIGHT

I imagine her as a bit of a romantic when she isn't in a slump of trauma and depression. She likes casual dates out at the park or movies and all, but dinner dates where she can genuinely dress up nicely and see her partner in actual fancy clothes >>>>

Imagine how alone she probably felt after leaving Woodsboro!! Losing her mum was one thing. Her mum was a shithead, but she lost TARA TOO! She had to start all over! And last we knew, Richie was the only other person she knew outside of Woodsboro. How lonely must she have felt during that time?

The nights she couldn't get to sleep because all she could think of was, "What if Tara can't sleep either because of our mother? I hope she isn't suffering from her too much..."

I just want her to be happy TwT I have so many relationship headcanons I wanna write about but I'm stuck on this other fic AAAAAAA

I agree with all of these, it’s insane!!

I want to see a deep dive into her relationship with Tara in Scream 7, because we desperately need a canon version of their relationship

SAM NEEDS TO BE VULNERABLE IN MORE FICS (this is a jab at me)

Her failed relationship with Richie is why she’s so stand-offish and closed off. And is also why she feels like she doesn’t deserved to be loved.

And also because Christina was a shit mother and probably told Sam since she could hear that she was a disappointment and she would never know what love is.

Sam is definitely sexual frustrated all the time and it might be a sub plot for a smut fic one day 😼

SAM IS A CLASSIC GUY. FANCY DATES ARE SECRETLY HER THING

Girl is an overthinking like you said and it drives her nuts sometimes

I also have a long ass list of headcanons for the little grumpy asshole but my Anatomy homework is calling me 😭

[just-walk-around]

I don't read or watch the twilight saga, I only have seen some parts. But I love fanfics, I twilight fanfics are part of all the group of shows that I like. But my queer ass prefer a platonic relationship than romantic between Bella and Edward. WLW and MLM is the best friendship ever.

Edward (sad, dramatic, repressed hundred years old but still mentally teenager gay): I'M A MONSTER, AN ABOMINATION THE WORST, GOD WILL NEVER OPEN THE DOORS TO HEAVEN FOR ME.

Bella (kinda depressed, sarcastic, weird, grow up to fast, absolute disaster lesbian): DUDE, IS JUST A FUCKING SPIDER!

Bella x all female vampire (except esme that woman is her mother figure you can't change my mind) is delicious.

Alice? Friends to lovers, calm gf and too much energy gf, "sweast and t shirt is enough" "as your future wife I have full right to change your clothes" "my Future Fucking what?!" "opps spoilers" , oh you are weird I weird too! Besties!

Rosalie? Rival to lovers, tsundere gf and oblivious gf, "I fucking hate you" "oh, then what you buy me a new car?" "BECAUSE THAT SHITTY TRUCK HURT MY EYES", family intervention because they Will never get together otherwise "I'm not jealous!"You just make a boy cry because he told her how nice her hair looked!" "wow your sister is beautiful but she is a bitch, just because she is hot and smart and have a pretty smile and..." "Bells just ask her out this is painful to watch" "I don't love her!" "Bella take a moment to think about everything that happened between you two, EVERYTHING and tell me again that you don't love her" "I.. *processing information" "HOLY FUCK I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR SISTER""Congratulations you are THE LAST TO KNOW IT! "

Any of the Denali trio ? Teacher x student, "I have met this human for one second now I love her I will provide everything for her I will make her happy Fucked up!Edward stay away", patient gf with hurt gf.

Victoria or any volturi girl? Enemy to friends to lovers, reluctant gf and resigned gf, denial, denial and more denial, the bad guys are actually doing good things, "I will never fall in love with you" "I have all the time of the world darling". Unhealthy relationship going to healthy relationship.

The other vampire clans? The possibilities are endless!.

PLUS PAPA BEAR CHARLIE JUS GOING FULL SUPPORTIVE,HE COULD EITHER BE PUTTING RAINBOWS STICKERS IN HIS CLOTHES, "YES SIR I LOVE NY GAY DAUGHTER DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT" OR HAVING NO IDEA HOW TO GO ABOUT IT, "So you like tits? I like tits too! I mean, uh" "did you need um you know advice? About you know?" "dad please you are killing me" the best Is that he wouldn't care if his daughter is dating a vampire BUT THEY ARE SO OLD, HE WOULD BE LOOKING THINKING IS THIS PREDATORY BEHAVIOR? AND BELLA BEING LIKE DAD WE JUST ARE HOLDING HANDS There will not be a shotgun he will buy a freaking flamethrower he will spend all his money for a fishing boat to buy it. Because God dammit he is a dad trying his best!.

Edward x Jacob? Enemy to friends to lovers, cross lovers, cat bf x dog bf, homophobic Edward, denial denial and more denial, supportive cullens or slightly homophobic because of their differents ages trying their best to overcome their views for their son/brother, VS the pack "my imprint is a boy" "That's okay we love you and support you anyway"" he is a vampire""WHAT THE FUCK YOU SAY?! EXILE FOR JACOB, EXILED FOR HUNDRED OF YEARS"

Edward x Emmett? I get us in trouble bf and I get us out of trouble bf, calm bf and too much energy bf, grumpy cat bf and dumb bear bf, "babe what animal is the pink panther?" "dear, is in the name" "I think is a lion" "love of my life is a panther" "I Google it panther aren't pink" "AND FUCKING LIONS ARE?" "You do something stupid again don't you" "no, I just think he will like some roses for his room and a new piano" "sure"

Edward x jasper? Learning together to live with overwhelming powers and the guilt of our decisions and mistakes.

And just for the shit of it, Edward x Aro, Carlisle going FULL PAPA BEAR ON IT.

Like it could go the hurt/comfort route or the comedic route and it will be amazing.

[my-ants-are-anxious]

I'm gonna talk about shows in my brain right now, and if you have any thoughts, I would love to hear them! (Especially if you see these in a different way!)

(For context, these are shows I watched when I was young, and I'm just revisiting them in my mind, so I'm probs getting things wrong)

Okay, so-

Hey Arnold: We seek to understand each other and ourselves. By existing in community with one another, our lives will be richer. Be curious about the beauty in the world, and be brave! My only complaint is that Helga feels far too interesting to not be the main character. Also, the background art is so pretty!

Doug: I truly love the honesty in the character writing, the playful art direction, and the willingness to grapple with difficult emotions, often resolving in messy ways. When I was young, it depressed me to think I might be a Doug (in personality/character). Thought I am dorky, and I love daydreaming, like our titular character, it has delighted me to no end to find out that I'm just as much of a Judy (moreso, even)!

Recess: As a child, I felt filled with joy at the rebellious zest for life of this group of friends, and a fair bit jealous. As I look back, I am a bit depressed imagining a group of rebellious kids slowly stop their fight against "the system" and beginning to drift apart. I don't have any other thoughts here, and I carry both that sadness and that joy with me now, post-reflection. Idk, I just like grumpy buds.

The Muppets (Main show, Muppet Babies, Treasure Island, etc.): I mean, baller show. I really just want to talk about Gonzo (adult-me understands child-me's fascination with the character much better now), but I will refrain. I've decided to complain that Oscar the Grouch was not a member of the Muppets. The Muppets have plenty of great complainers, a few wise-guys, and at least one Monster, but they really could have used a Grouch.

Ahh! Real Monsters! (Not sure if this is the right spelling, but I'm not looking it up): We, as humans, would be so far ahead if everyone could have witnessed thus (joking, mostly). I love this show. I feel kinship, true fellowship, with just about every character in this disgustingly beautiful work of art. My tiny child brain really thought I might have a shot at living in the sewers and dumps as a monster, and that got me through so much, tbh.

Sorry for the many-words, I hope this letter finds you well.

[evelhak]

Old art #18: Self portrait

Lol I found this one I had made for my DeviantArt profile in I'm guessing 2011, so I was probably 17. I was not that cute. Arina Tanemura was in my head. (Can you tell how much I had been reading Shinshi Doumei Cross, just by looking at that hair and face? Wasn't that some manga, huh. Would certainly spark... conversations these days. But even looking back, there were a few things that were quite captivating and great about it.)

Meet my whole cat gang. If you've been here a while, you already know Bell, she's the grey one. A little princess with two braincells and a bottomless stomach. Eats literally like a snake, without chewing. She's the pinnacle of self-centredness which she gets away with because she's just so dumb. Also very loud and fond of crocodile tears. Really, the complete lack of self-awareness is impressive. The way she walks through life sticking her butt and puke exactly where she pleases at any time she pleases reminds me of the people I was always kinda jealous of. The ones who can be as unapologetically annoying, shallow, selfish and boasty as they want and most people still love them. Probably because they are very pretty and perceived to be too stupid to be held accountable for their lack of consideration of others. Bell is also so pretty everyone compliments her face, her bones, her colour and the pattern of her fur. My drawing really doesn't do her much justice. Her beauty is very superficial and decreases significantly as soon as she moves or opens her mouth, because she just looks that dumb doing anything. But alas, I love her.

Then we have Aatu, the black one, who is Bell's kitten actually. Still small in this picture but he grew up looking a lot like his dad who was a neighbourhood cat and the biggest one I had ever seen. Very hairy, clearly some Norwegian forest cat in him. Aatu ran away when he was two, but I think in truth he just got hit by a car or eaten by a fox because he had zero self-preservation instinct and half a braincell. He went towards all animals and cars in oblivious curiosity as they approached him. He was attracted to the vacuum cleaner when it was on. He was literally not scared of anything. He thought he was a dog, an owl, a cow, and also human. He loved when you made him slide across the floor. He loved to be dragged around and ruffled in all ways. He didn't know how to hiss, growl or make any type of angry or dissatisfied sound. He was very, very happy. Apparently too happy and unbothered by anything to survive.

Then there's Nöpö, the big one. He died a few years ago at 17. He was our first cat. Braincell count would compare to a human. Very sensitive, very angry, dominating but also gentle, intelligent, pessimistic and depressed. The look of his build resembled that of a lot bigger wild cats, especially when he hunted. He wanted his own space, didn't enjoy people initiating touch, he would come to you instead when he wanted it. He was always like that but it got worse when Bell came into the house and was her charming self. Nöpö's nervous system clearly couldn't handle sharing his territory and had I been able to anticipate it, I wouldn't have taken Bell. Nöpö did everything with so much more care and attention. He needed time and space, he wouldn't even be able to eat with Bell, because she gulped everything down while Nöpö chewed each bite with care, and nothing would be left for him because Bell has no concept of moderation. So Nöpö would always need to be fed in a closed room. He would attack people and other cats frequently because he just had a very strong hunting instinct ever since he was born and didn't like anyone too close unless he asked for it. But he was also very cuddly when he wanted to be, and he didn't want his people to go too far away. He would come crying after me every time I went to get mail. Classic example of "Leave me alone, no wait, where are you going??" I miss that grumpy old guy.

This wasn't supposed to be about cats but there you go.

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19 Aug, BOS @ HOU, 4-5, loss

I need to confess something to you, my lovely readers. I am beginning to think my solace for when the bullpen blows it, that it is karmic payback for all the ridiculous number of unearned runs the shitshow infield defence allowed in the first couple of months, back when the bullpen was lights out, isn't quite the soothing solace I thought it might be. In fact, to be totally honest, it isn't fucking comforting at all. There's no solace there. Only misery. And yeah, we made an error... BUT THEY MADE FOUR AND WE STILL MANAGED TO BLOW IT!!!!! And we wasted a good Houck start. And gave up an unearned run. And it just seems a lot right now. We weren't outclassed. We weren't outplayed. We lost. They might've got the win, but they didn't win. We lost. And I know there are a lot of folks saying this is this team's destiny, to be close but no cigar. But this team has improved so much. For me, that's the story of the season, not the errors or youth or injuries, or surprises, but how they've improved. They're better. And they keep getting better. So I really really think that they can still improve. They don't seem a despondent bunch. Anyway. Bright sides.

Tanner Houck had a good start. He only gave up two earned runs over six (though three runs in total because, hey, 2024 Red Sox), on eight hits, no walks, eight strike outs. And no dingers surrendered. Which, considered our rotation, is the Christmas miracle in August. He deserved better than he got.

Chris Martin (not the Coldplay one) is still great, and went an inning without giving up shit (two hits that came to nothing = shit with this bullpen... shit in the good way as in he didn't give up any runs.. anyway...) and striking out three. Thanks Chris.

Masa Yoshida didn't even start but came in to pinch hit and hit a two-run dinger in the sixth, breaking the tie and giving us all hope.

We scored more unearned runs than they did. I think that's good. Or just depressing. Still, I'm counting it as a bright side.

Jarren Duran, now gathering a bunch of fucking asshole bigoted cheerleaders (of whom he is no way condoning that I know of) hit a dinger on the first pitch.

We'll get 'em tonight.

• Just a little note on the fucking disgusting homophobic bigoted motherfuckers holding up Jarren Duran as their martyr right now. Fuck those fucking people. I'm only seeing them in shitty comment sections at the moment, but it won't be long until they're more visible unless it's stopped. I see them often enough in those comments to say both fuck them and fuck the algorithm showing them to me. As far as I can tell, there are more of them than there should be. If he's as contrite as he should be and claims to be, he should disavow them ASAP, and if he has done so, it should be made LOUDLY public and nipped in the bud. I am a grumpy middle-aged straight white guy but I try to be as much of an ally as I know how to be and am willing to learn how to be more of one. To all the folks hurt and upset by what's happened, I'm so sorry we're still here, and I'll do what I can to help and support. Peace and love, pals.