#missin out on stuff lol

[strongheartneteyam]

Realize where you belong.

Pairing: neteyam sully x female!human!reader/female!dreamwalker!reader

Chapter 7

CW: a good amount of angst, reader finally is letting neteyam in and realizing how she does truly love him too, physical contact, neteyam suffering while holding back from mating w/ reader, mentions of sex, yearning, sexual language, reader and neteyam acting like a cute couple, playful flirting, reader is more vulnerable with neteyam, a lot of fluff, reader feels guilty about the way she's been treating neteyam. Tell me if I'm missing something important!

Sorry for taking long to update, my angels 🥺🤍 unfortunately I'm going through a tough path in my personal life rn and bc of that I fell on a horrible depressive episode that I'm still on. So, my motivation to do stuff is very low at the moment and as I have to deal with my adult responsibilities that I can't run from bc nobody can, rn the best I'm able to do is focus the tiny bit of energy I have onto getting them done. I won't be able to update my fanfics as fast as I used to for some time. Can't say how long, it's not under my control currently, sorry :( But I LOVE writing, it's a great escape for me, from life problems and stuff, so, I really do not plan on stop writing fanfiction. I promise! Don't worry too much. Some of the upcoming chapters of this fanfiction, for example, are already saved on my Google Docs. I'll take longer but I won't stop updating. Anyway, I'm a tiny bit (ok maybe much more than that lol) insecure about this chapter but I hope y'all like it. Seeing your comments about the fic would make me incredibly happy. I'm needing some serotonin right now 🥲 Thanks for reading my writings ♡

Not proofread. Sorry if some parts are a bit messed up. I'll proofread it as soon as I can <3

Chapter 6

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You gave me roses and I left them there to die

So this is me swallowin' my pride

Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night

(...)

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Back to December (Taylor Swift)

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You inclined yourself slowly and sheepishly in Neteyam's direction, still feeling guilty for the way you had been treating him before. Neteyam sensed your self doubt and quickly swept you off your feet, taking you inside his arms, so he could finally get the hug he had been dying for, so he could finally feel your small body against his bigger one. His big hands were now under your thighs, securing you in place against his warm body. That closeness, his touch… it all felt incredibly good. You cursed yourself for pushing him away and postponing that moment. To think you could have felt that before and you didn't… "Stupid girl" you thought.

You were now really far from the ground but you felt safe. Now you knew Neteyam would always protect you. He would not let you fall and get hurt. He was not and had never been a threat to you. There was not and there never was any reason for you to be afraid of him.

"Oeyä yawne…" (my beloved) "You feel so soft and tiny… Eywa… Nga yawne lu oer" (I love you) His voice was choked with emotion as he held back tears of joy while he hugged you as tight as he was able to - without hurting you - and you rested your head upon his shoulder. Your nose was hovering over his neck and you sniffed his skin, smelling his natural, cozy scent. It was intoxicating, drawing you in, making you wanna stay like that forever. 

You breathed in deep and relaxed inside his huge arms that held you for the first time but still strangely felt like home, like you had felt them around you a thousand times already. If you believed in past lives - which you didn't - you'd explain this odd but amazing feeling as you having found your soulmate again, in this current life. There was no fear of Neteyam inside of you anymore. You only yearned for more and more of him, only a burning affection kept your whole being warm, just like his massive body did too.

"There's still something I need to ask of you, if this is gonna work out between us." You said, breaking the hug for a while to look him in the eye

"Say it, yawne."

Neteyam was still so utterly happy that he did not even seem to be shaken by that, which he could have been

"You know why I pushed you away. First of all, finding out an alien double your size has been stalking you is freaking unnerving." You still gazed into his eyes, wanting him to pay attention to your words "Second, you acted like a creep. At least compared to the way human guys act around girls they're interested in. I don't really have any experience dating na'vi boys, you know?" You choked a little as you were trying hard to hold back laughter

"Ouch…" Neteyam playfully pretended to be extremely hurt by your previous statements. He chuckled "In my defense, I'd say my instincts are to blame, not me, exactly." You gave him a death stare, but in a playful manner too "When I saw you, I knew you would be the perfect mate for me and I had to make you mine. Everything about you rubbed me just the right way."

You smiled. He was being silly and so sweet. You just could not resist it.

"By the way, when did you see me for the first time?" 

Neteyam seemed to get shy after that question. You wondered why.

"I fell in love with you while you were in your Avatar body, yawntu. That's when I first saw you." Neteyam looked up at you again, smiling but showing no teeth

"You what?" You questioned him, a bit shocked but you could not bring yourself to be mad at him, though. Imagining him hiding behind trees and up in branches to watch you silently seemed adorable in your eyes, now. 

And yes, you knew it sounded crazy, to find someone who used to literally stalk you adorable, but nobody said that anything that was happening to you right now made any sense. Not even you would try to.

"How did I never notice you were around?" You shook your head in disapproval of your distraction back in the forest.

What if it had been a na'vi who did not trust you a single bit to even let you Dreamwalk freely, without grabbing you by the arm and taking you to the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk? Some na'vi hated humans to that point. And, as you always said and always would say, you had a great empathy towards them and could imagine yourself feeling the same way if you were na'vi. You could never bring yourself to judge them as harshly as way too many humans did. You knew they were not the villains of the story. But still, what if that na'vi tried to hurt you? You felt tense at the thought.

Neteyam noticed your uneasiness and tried to calm you.

"Don't worry, yawne. I'm a great warrior. A big part of being a good warrior is being really focused on one's mission and knowing how to get by as unnoticed as possible. So many other humans in their Avatars and even many, many na'vi wouldn't notice me, either."

Neteyam still wanted to call those other humans "demons in false bodies" but he was not going to. He knew it would hurt you and make you feel like he was talking about you too. But he was not. Whenever he had called you "demon", it never meant the same thing as it would mean if he was talking about any other human. But he knew it would be hard for you to understand. So he promised himself that he would never call you "demon" again. After that eclipse night when the both of you were talking in front of your bedroom window, he realized how much it hurt you when he called you that. He hated himself for bringing you pain. And his heart hurt so badly when he thought about the possibility of you pushing him away again. It made him want to hold onto your small, frail body tightly and say "Please, don't leave me! I can't be without you again… Please…"

"If you say so… I still think I should've been more careful, though." You say, still feeling a little nervous and thinking that maybe you had not been the best student when attending to your classes about na'vi behavior and that maybe you didn't pay enough attention to warnings they may have given about being mindful of your surroundings when Dreamwalking 

"I promise it's okay. It was not your fault, yawntu. I'm just good at what I do." His smile clearly showed he was proud of being a good warrior

"Ok, then." You smiled back at him and the both of you laughed a bit.

Suddenly, he stopped smiling and his gaze dropped to your lips, that were not that far from his own lips, if it wasn't for that damn oxygen mask. You felt like he wanted to kiss you. The moment was awkward but in a good way. He could not kiss you with the mask on, so, instead, he smiled at you once again and looked down at the floor, bashful.

You touched his huge, gorgeous face and he looked up at you again "So, about what we were talking about before… Just try to be a little less… upfront about what you feel for me. I mean… sexually. I love that you want me this much because I want you too, Neteyam. A lot, actually. You're… really freaking hot." He smiled, blissful, and his cat-like eyes sparkled as he heard that, his ears perking up. "But you're a bit too much, at times. If you could just tone it down a bit…" Neteyam looked a little ashamed and insecure, so, you rubbed your thumb on his soft skin, to reassure him you still longed for him too "At least while I get used to your na'vi nature, it would be great. Please, try to understand me… It's a whole new world I'm just now discovering. But it doesn't mean I don't love you and don't want you and it doesn't mean you should feel insecure." You smiled gently, showing no teeth. 

Neteyam looked a bit sad again after you finished your sentence and you totally understood why. In his na'vi mind, you were practically rejecting him. That was who he truly was, animalistic and a bit too much to your human standards. He must feel like who he is was not enough or good in your eyes.

"Hey" You cupped his face again "I wanna do something. Just let me take this mask off, first." You wanted to reassure Neteyam of your feelings for him by giving him a kiss.

"Yawne, no! You can't breathe without it. You could die really fast! I'm not gonna let you do it."

"So you don't want a kiss, Neteyam Suli? I thought you'd want it, judging by the way you have been stalking me and by our interaction that night, outside my bedroom's window." You teased him and his face lit up

Neteyam gave you an excited smile. The way his full lips curled up as he quickly pondered about the pros and cons of your offer was so beautiful, almost hypnotizing.

God, you really were in love with that na'vi boy, weren't you? There's no going back now. He's holding your heart in his big, weird but cute, alien hands.

"I guess if we make it quick-"

"Shut up, Neteyam." You interrupted, chuckling playfully "I know you're dying to feel my lips on yours. Just help me take this mask off already." It was a bit hard for you to take the mask off while holding onto his shoulders. You knew he would not let you fall but still you wanted to still feel a bit of control and keep holding onto him too.

Neteyam got surprised by your boldness, since he did not see it coming, and he could only think about how freaking amazing it would feel to finally taste your lips, so, he did as you asked - leaving the mask hanging on your neck by the strap it had - and you rapidly held his big pretty, blue face, brought your lips to his and placed the most tender of kisses there, pressing your mouth against his mouth softly but with so much care, trying to let him feel how much you desired him too. His lips were velvety, warm and so incredibly good to kiss. God, you did not care that you were risking dying from lack of oxygen. You wanted that alien boy so badly.

Neteyam's still tense demeanor soon turned into a calmer one as he kissed you back. His hold on you got tighter as he felt your sweet soft lips on his. He felt so incredibly hungry for you. How could he not be? Your kiss was the most delicious thing he had ever felt in his whole life. You both shared saliva and wet each other's lips with each time your lips parted only slightly and came together again. Your soft skin made him want to squeeze you and never let you go again. Neteyam wanted to cuddle with you, wanted to wrap his tail around your small body in a possessive way to let you know you're his and that he would take care of you, hunt food to feed you and protect you from anything that could ever hurt you.

It was getting harder and harder for him not to lay you on the ground and press his body against your tiny one and make love to you right there but he knew that, thinking rationally, that was not a good idea at all, as the both of you were just outside a laboratory full of humans and you two could easily get caught and be in danger.

Even though Neteyam craved your body insanely, now even more than before, as he was finally feeling you close and tasting your lips, he was trying to take it as slow and gentle as he could because he wanted to respect your limits instead of scaring you away again. He understood you were human and your race acted in a very different way when it came to relationships. He still thought it to be a dumb way to lead things but it was you who was asking him to act differently and he loved you with his whole being. He could not bring himself to say "no" to that request. He knew it would be temporary and you soon would give into the na'vi that lives inside of you when it came to mating too. For you, Neteyam could wait. He knew things would soon change for the better. You were now in his arms, as the two of you kissed. You were no longer afraid of him. That was everything he needed at that moment. Things were already so much better.

Neteyam noticed you were having more and more trouble breathing, so he got worried and quickly put your oxygen mask back on.

You gasped for air and breathed in so much oxygen once you had your mask on that it might have been funny to watch, though Neteyam did not laugh. On the contrary, he seemed way too serious, way too worried about your safety. You wanted him to relax a bit.

"See how much I love you? I risked dying just to give you a kiss." You tried to speak normally but what came out of your mouth was a hoarse whisper instead, as your lungs were still in need of more air. A weak smile was adorning your lips as you struggled but still managed to let out a frail chuckle

"Don't say that, oeyä tawtute, please." Neteyam told you, trying to stay serious but still letting out a chuckle as well

"See the sacrifices I make for you, Neteyam?" You tried to seem mad at him at the beginning, only to start laughing shortly after, now that you finally had enough oxygen in your system to be able to let out an actual laugh, even if it still sounded weaker than your laughing would sound in another situation

He smiled big and teased you "Skxawng." (moron)

"But you love me." You closed your eyes while smiling, full of yourself

"I do." You opened your eyes to look at his face "More than you think, yawntu."

Your heartbeat accelerated intensely and you blushed. Neteyam found your blushed cheeks adorable. He looked at you so intensely, like he was holding the most precious thing in the world in his arms.

Neteyam knew he had just fallen even harder for you now that you both had kissed. He could not wait until he could be alone with you in a safe place and get to explore your body with his hands and kiss you all over. He almost got hard just thinking about that but he tried his hardest to whoosh that away. Neteyam was scared that feeling his bulge would be too much for you at that moment, specially since he knew he was much bigger than the human males you were used to. You might feel uncomfortable because of that difference and the sudden intimate feeling of his hard big cock against you and want to get out of his arms. Neteyam did not want that to happen. He needed you there a bit more, he was not ready to let you stand on your feet yet. And he was so afraid of you not wanting him close anymore, he was so afraid of perhaps ruining what you both had now. It was far too special for him. He could not let his sexual instincts ruin that. The time would come when you would let him in completely, when you would grant him permission to be inside of you and show you how much he craved your pussy, how much you messed with his head and awakened his most intense desires. Until then, he would wait and take baby steps. For you, he was capable of waiting for ages, though he hoped so strongly it would not take long.

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[abiiors]

bestie could we get a lil ross angst/fluffiness about saying goodbye to him before he goes on tour?? xx

this turned into hurt/comfort because i am in that mood rn lol but i hope you like it <33

ross is in a shitty mood. you can tell. 

he hasn’t stopped shuffling (sulking) around the house, opening cupboards with more force than necessary and slamming them shut much to your growing annoyance. even when he was loading the dishwasher before, you were afraid he was going to break your precious china. 

“ross, can you not?” you ask after another door-slam. so fine, he’s in a bad mood. you don’t feel so peachy yourself. and all the noise isn’t helping. 

“not what,” he retorts, going back to yanking a plate out of the dishwasher. it clinks against the other stuff, the noise grating on you again. 

“stop that!” you chastise, this time with a raised voice. “you’re going to chip them.”

ross huffs, setting the plate down much harder than necessary. “can’t do anything well enough, can i?”

his voice is laced with irritation, his brows knitted. when you gape at him, ross turns around. 

“i didn’t say that!”

“we have been together long enough for me to know what you’re thinking,” he mumbles. if his intention was to mumble it to himself, he’s failed because you hear it clear as day. 

“ross. what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“nothing.”

“it’s not nothing! you’ve been moping all day!” now your voice is properly raised. and ross still hasn’t turned around, continuing his assault on your precious plates. 

“can you at least talk to me?” you try to be gentle, you do, but it ends up coming out as a screech.

“jesus fucking christ, can’t deal with you right now.” he slams the plate down and storms out of the kitchen, leaving you staring at the half-empty dishwasher. 

in a few moments, you hear the bedroom door thudding shut. great…

soon enough, the anger trickles out though, leaving you filled with worry and an empty kind of sadness that only creeps in after you and ross have a fight. and even though you know that this was more of an argument, you still can’t get rid of the nagging feeling that something is wrong. 

so you swallow your pride, and make your way upstairs, fully prepared to apologise. 

as soon as you open the bedroom door, you’re greeted with the sight of ross sitting on the edge of the bed, head hanging, as he stares at his lap. he barely even looks up when he hears you walk in. doesn’t move at all until you’re kneeling in front of him, making him look at you. 

“baby, come on…” this time, your voice is gentle. “i’m sorry about yelling at you before. i really wasn’t thinking that, i promise.”

ross only shakes his head, gesturing for you to sit next to him. 

“i know,” he sighs. “i’m sorry too, i–i know that’s not what you were trying to say. it’s just…” he swallows, clearly struggling to get the words out. 

ross shakes his head. you move to get closer to him, holding his hand in yours. “you know you can tell me anything right?”

“yeah…” he sighs again, finally looking up at you. the little crease between his eyebrows deepens. 

“they’re adding new dates to the tour,” he whispers, “one of them falls on your birthday. i… i am going to miss that.”

oh. 

so that’s what this is about. 

you’re about to speak up, telling him that it’s not ideal but it’s not the end of the world but now that he’s started speaking, he wants to get it all out. 

“last year, i missed our anniversary. this year we barely got to have one because of the album release and now… now i’m going to miss your birthday,” he shakes his head, a few strands come loose. 

“i’m already leaving in a few days and here i am, fighting with you for no reason. i’m so sorry sweetheart, for taking my anger out on you.”

the sight of him breaks your heart, he looks so sad. it wasn’t anger, you realise. it was guilt. his comment about you thinking he couldn’t do things well enough… that was him projecting. 

“oh, ross…” you place a hand on his cheek. he nuzzles into it, closing his eyes. 

“i keep missing all these important days. i keep missing you so much when i’m away. what happens when… what happens when you decide you’re done feeling like this? what happens when you feel like you just want a normal man. a normal relationship.” his voice sounds like he’s speaking through a lump in his throat. it checks out when you take in his red-rimmed eyes. 

you move, shifting to sit on his lap so you can cradle his face in your hands. he holds onto you, leaning into your touch. 

“i don’t want a so-called normal relationship, do you hear me? i want you.” your voice comes out firm; no room for argument. nothing he can dispute. “sure, missing birthdays and anniversaries is not ideal but that’s still months away, my love. we can figure something out. i can come visit you, does that sound good?”

he nods, turning his head slightly to kiss the palm of your hand. 

“ross, i love you, i am not going to leave over something so trivial…”

he nods again, mumbling a small “i love you” back. you continue. “next time if you’re spiraling, just come talk to me, yeah? we’re supposed to be partners. you can’t let things like these eat at you and suffer in silence.”

“i know i…” ross clears his throat, breathing in deeply. “i should have talked to you days ago. i shouldn’t have let it fester. forgive me?”

“forgiven,” you reply instantly, smiling at him. “now give me a kiss. let’s just write today off. be lazy in bed. we can figure out everything else tomorrow.”

“i would like that,” he speaks, already leaning in for a kiss, already looking much better than before. 

[honeygrahambitch]

WHATS A HANNIGRAM CODED TAYLOR SWIFT SONG

The perfect ask doesn't exi-

I have prepared for this my whole life. Here is a list of hannigram coded taylor swift songs.

Look what you made me do

it's sexy and petty and it's the perfect Will Graham in salmon shirt revenge song but it's also very Hannibal in Mizumono coded.

2. I did something bad

perfect for both of them and especially for Will discovering that killing people makes him feel stuff that he shouldn't

3. Back to december (I am feral about this one)

perfect for them. chef's kiss. You can listen to it and think about Mizumono or about Digestivo, depends what kind of pain you want.

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright

this is so Will Graham thinking about Mizumono and also Hannibal surrendering to the FBI cause he doesn't need freedom if he cannot have Will.

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't So if the chain is on your door, I understand

This lyrics too because it's the tea cup motif, turning back the time, which is exactly what Hannibal wanted to do in digestivo. And also related to Will's regrets about Mizumono.

4. Mastermind

Perfect for them both, from beginning to end. Nothing to add than some very fitting lyrics.

I knew I wanted your body I laid the groundwork, and then Just like clockwork The dominoes cascaded in a line What if I told you I'm a mastermind? And now you're mine It was all my design

5. Better than revenge (more as crack if you want to think of it from Hannibal's pov towards Molly lol)

6. Right where you left me

season 3b coded, breaks you to pieces if you imagine them and the glass wall in between.

7. Wonderland

I reached for you, but you were gone I knew I had to go back home You searched the world for somethin' else To make you feel like what we had And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad

them in season 3a, Hannibal trying to replace Will with Anthony but it was in vain.

8. Come back, be here

Will grieving after Hannibal left

9. Hoax

there is so much to say about this one, I find it very fitting

My only one My smoking gun My eclipsed sun This has broken me down My twisted knife My sleepless night My win-less fight This has frozen my ground

(...)

My best laid plan Your sleight of hand My barren land I am ash from your fire

(...)

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart You knew the password, so I let you in the door You knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score? You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart But what you did was just as dark

you can think about all the pain they have inflicted into each other and each time they have betrayed each other

10. I almost do

11. Sad Beautiful Tragic

so so so hannigram coded

We both wake In lonely beds In different cities And time Is taking its sweet time erasing you And you've got your demons And darlin' they all look like me

12. Ivy (which is considered to be a very queer song)

I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed

13. Willow (a lil more cheesy)

14. The lakes

hannigram coded because they don't fit in the normal world. And the lyrics sound like something Hannibal would say

15. Vigilante shit

as petty and sexy as Look what you made me do

16. Bad blood

doesn't need any explanation

17. No body, no crime

for the whole arc of Will trying to convince everyone Hannibal framed him

18. Getaway Car

Mizumono coded

19. The Great War

twotl coded

All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, sweet dream was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War

(...)

It turned into something bigger Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed Your finger on my hair pin triggers Soldier down on that icy ground Looked up at me with honor and truth Broken and blue, so I called off the troops That was the night I nearly lost you I really thought I lost you

and this part very Mizumono coded

20. Peace

they are both problematic for each other

21. The Alcott

describes the Uffizi Gallery scene. Like, in perfect detail.

22. My tears ricochet

23. Illicit Affairs

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

24. Last kiss

for when Hannibal is locked up

25. Haunted

26. Cowboy like me

especially because Will is from the south lol

I've got some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one

Hope this helps!

[ratatatastic]

I really enjoyed your posts about Lombo's and Ekky's interviews, so thanks for that! I also listened to them, do you have other recommendations?

Thanks!

ooo! so for more shortform stuff you cant go wrong with a territory talk or a miami mic'd up since it has a homecrowd audience in mind because its our guys running it

for tt theyre nice and sweet and also pretty topical for the time (i really enjoyed when they talked to lundy, luosty, mikksy and stenny but stenny especially i think its hysterical this man went yeah id be a football player if i didnt hockey i kinda want to be one actually...) theyres also just a good backlog to get through (re: the 11 min sasha holiday special lmao)

for mmu since jeremy talks more with the fish and sports staff in general theres not a lot of cats stuff persay but he does did do media day interviews and compiled the 2324 one into 1 episode so if you wanted to get to know players coming into the season you can just watch that especially because at the end he has a superlative/which cat is... speed round and its interesting to see the trends in answers. hes done a 2223 one too but its split into parts (sasha,ekky, reino; gudas, benny, bobby; knighter, horny, swaggy) hes also done a solo sasha interview, matthew, stevie, duke, lombo

or NHLWAM if you want to see the finns in a more relaxed environment and i really liked it if not to see their dynamic with each other in the newly weds game they made them play lol (sasha, lundy; luosty mikksy) (but its only in finnish so you can only get a machine translation through the yt webplayer so take it with a grain of salt) (though users on here have been kind enough to translate some short clips like when sasha talks about mikksy)

for longer form stuff im a bit stumped

if you liked how the ekky interview was run that same podcast interviewed matthew back in 2020 (as a flame) and in 2023 (as a cat) as well as monty in 2023 before 2324 season started though i havent fully watched any of it yet just scrubbed through but from the soundbites i liked it enough to bookmark it for a rainy day

im always hesistant to rec spittin chiclets if not for the fact that i cant stand the guys running the pod and sometimes theyll make a couple of weird comments that just... anyways... as in hockey nature, players just feel more comfortable talking amongst themselves (i.e the time they had sibney on and you got some absolute gold out of him i was fucking gobsmacked) (and also why the lombo interview from the buzzpod is so good because 1. nicos an ahler and 2. theyre currently playing in the same summer league) theyve had quite the array of cats guests: okie reino matthew and benny and many more guests so like watch those ones at your own peril lmao

missin curfew has some stuff as well they had a monty interview too ive been meaning to watch

[alemonyoyo]

Lol I sorta wrote Lawrence fanfic for English class so here ya go

The knock on the door snapped him out of his stupor, like an icy bucket of water chucked carelessly over his crumpled form. The sound was muffled, travelling through the barrier of his bathroom door, through the shower curtain behind which he lay with the man at his side.

“Better get that.” The man said to him, his tone mocking. Suddenly the water in the bath felt less inviting, so Lawrence was happy to retreat, sinking out of it to quickly dry himself off, rubbing harshly at the filmy layer of water that occluded his skin. He chucked on his usual flannel, still covered in dirt from when he was in the garden, before shifting into his tracksuit pants, stumbling awkwardly to the door as the knocking grew more agitated.

Ripping open the door he was met with a short, stocky figure. His eyes glinted yellow in the fluro’s that buzzed above them in the hall. He wore the signature blue that Lawrence had grown frightened of, pale hues and navy’s painfully soldered into his mind.

“Evenin’ sir.” The man greeted, flashing a smile that didn’t meet his eyes. Lawrence echoed the greeting, hating how foreign the words sounded on his tongue. “Didn’t mean to bother ya. Just doin’ the usual rounds.” The man's hands reached for a pen, hooked into a pocket on what appeared to be a bulletproof vest. He pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, flipping it to a new page as he poised himself to write. “Your name?”

“Lawrence.” He uttered out, already in a panic, “Oleander. Lawrence Oleander.” The worlds stumbled on the rocky terrain of his tongue, as if the oily film from his bath had retreated into his mouth, coating his words with their slippery skin.

“Ah, Lawrence. You haven’t happened to have seen this man,” He yanked out a crumpled piece of paper, a little overwhelmed with all the stuff he was holding, “have you?” He held it out to Lawrence who took it gingerly, unfolding it carefully and smoothing out the creases with his damp fingers. He froze, looking at the gaunt features that met him on the page. They were warped with the creasing of the paper, but it was definitely him, the man in the tub.

“I-Is he dangerous?” He stammered, feeling a hot flush rippled at his features.

“Might be!” The cop teased, though his chuckle turned serious, his eyebrows flattening against the peaks of his eyes. “Why? Have you seen him?” He raised an eyebrow at him, the gesture feeling rather invasive.

Surely this man was dangerous. Surely this man, pursued by the cops, was a danger to him. He shivered, feeling the clamminess under his skin simmer to a chill, like a draft had passed through the tight corridor which he stood, boxing him in like a cell. He stepped out, closing the door to his apartment behind him, locking inside the secret. He would keep him safe.

“No.” He timidly shook his head, “I haven’t seen anyone who looks like that in my life.” Maybe he’d repay him, the man in the tub. Repay him for this little lie.

“Ah well, he’s been missin’ for about a week now. His folks think he’s on the run. You know, awol.” The officer spoke as if the situation was nothing more than a prank, a nuisance. But the man clawing at Lawrence’s door not even a night before spoke more to the gravity of the situation. Who was this man? “You don’t mind me ‘avin’ a quick look inside, do ya?” Lawrence felt a chill in his spine, one like a metal rod slotting itself into his vertebrae, an unwelcome intrusion.

“Of course.” His tone quivered, his hand reaching behind him to fiddle with the knob, sinking into the door as it opened, shifting back to allow for the police officer to enter.

The air of his apartment felt thick in comparison to the crisp air in the hallway, it was almost suffocating, the way it clamped around his neck, stuck in his throat leaving him breathless, unable to speak.

The officer stuck his head back and forth, eyes scanning the room, looking over his crumpled bed sheets, the stacks of books at the foot of his bed, the forest of potted plants that littered a table in the centre of the room. His whole life in the small box he called home, he felt judged as the officer walked throughout the space.

“Lots of plants.” The officer spoke out, reaching a hand out to stroke at a leaf of one of his ferns. He cringed before humming a sound of approval, eyeing the door to the bathroom. The man's earlier words “Better get that.” echoed in his mind. He wanted this. Such a traitor.

When he first heard the clawing at his door, he thought nothing of it; the usual salesman or annoying neighbour aiming to ruin his otherwise quiet evening. The sound echoed lightly through the expanse of his small apartment, reverberating off of the walls into the recesses of his mind, his skull. The sound pierced into his brain, meddled with the sense of order he had managed to establish. The knocking grew more relentless, now with the sounds of cries and pleas. Lawrence’s mind, infected now with the entanglement of the knocking sound, thought the worst; An apocalypse perhaps? An apocalypse of the senses. He surely couldn’t let this man in. Perhaps he was an attacker, trying to lure him out of his cave, his safety.

It was working. He could feel the skin of his back prick up from under his shirt, his annoyance growling in his diaphragm as he approached the door, barely registering the glint of the metal tool in his hand. He doesn’t recall picking it up, though he does recall swinging it with full force once the door had opened, the knife colliding with the man's neck, a fervent red stream licking strips down the side of the man's neck.

His eyes rolled back, his form collapsed to the floor. Before panic could overtake him, Lawrence had dragged him inside, leaving him in the bathtub while he cleaned up the mess.

He looked down at the floor around him, there was seldom any sign of struggle, just the grey carpeted flooring that stretched into clean tiling as you got closer to the kitchen tucked into the apartments corner. The officer was checking under his bed, flicking through the books he had laid about everywhere, as if somehow they’d reveal anything about him. His heart gasped, gaping its maw open to clutch for air as he saw the officer approaching his bathroom door.

“Ah- I.” He stopped himself, it would be weirder if he were to interject, to prevent this further intrusion. Yet it felt like a knife in his side, immense discomfort bleeding onto the floor around him. The policeman raised a brow at him, before Lawrence nodded his head in approval. He watched from behind him as he slowly turned the knob, the inner workings of the lock catching on the door and making it difficult to open. He shifted behind him, watching as the light of the bathroom flooded the space, shifting through the crack in the door as it was slowly opened. 

He heard the officers gasp only after he felt the crunch of the knife into his skull. 

He doesn’t recall picking the knife up.

The officer’s body fell to the floor, slumping over the edge of the tub where the corpse of the man still lay, skin bloated with the water's puffy kiss, fingernails yellowed, body stiff. Lawrence could feel his body go to panic, yet nothing of the sorts befell him.

He shifted the body of the officer into the tub, the two corpses intertwining like fungi to a tree. The water sloshed about, the sound quiet and comforting, it simmered the part of his mind that begged for him to panic, begging for him to see what was so wrong about this situation. It screamed like dying flames as it was put out by the dreary stream of the water. Nearly put out until another steady knock came from his front door.

“Better get that.”

Except this time there were two voices.

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Lol hope you liked it! I don't expect this to perform too well though if you'd like to leave a kudos or rb that would be much appreciated <3 thank you!

[mooodyblue]

ugh can you please write something where little!reader asking (forcing) CG!Big daddy E to do her hair since she can’t do it herself. Sitting in between his legs, playing with the carpet and watching cartoons while Elvis braids her hair then undoes it because she wants another style, and it just goes on and on 😭😭

i looooveeeeed this request so much 😭 was going to wait till i was caught up with my other stuff but i just couldn't wait to write this one any longer LOL

wc: 922

masterlist

you softly knocked on the door to elvis's office, peaking through the crack. "daddy?" you pushed the door open slightly to be greeted with elvis at his desk.

"hi baby, what's goin' on?" he asked, patting on his knee for you to take a seat. you wandered over to him shyly, taking a seat in his lap as he rested a hand on your back. "'s my baby missin' her daddy?"

you nodded, looking down at your lap. "can you do my hair?"

he widened his eyes, unsure. "i don't know baby, we saw how it went last time." the only thing he was an expert at was putting your hair in pigtails or a pony tail.

"you have to do my hair, daddy! can't do it myself, 'm too little." you pouted.

elvis always fell for that whole 'i'm too little' spiel of yours, often saying it to you as well. not to mention when you pout and give him puppy dog eyes. he gave you a defeated look, knowing he couldn't say no to you. "what're you wantin'?" he asked, running his hand though your hair.

"hmm...." you thought for a second, kicking your feet. "braids?"

"are you sure? you don't just want lil' pigtails or somethin'?" he asked nervously.

"braids! i want braids!"

elvis grumbled and let out a sigh. "braids it is. go get your brush and daddy'll come down and do your hair." he pressed a kiss to your scalp and let you hop off his lap. you rushed out of the room without shutting the door, something that annoyed him just a bit but he let it slide since it was you. he put what he was working on away to meet you downstairs, giving you a warm smile. although you didn't ask for it, he made sure to fill a sippy cup for you beforehand, knowing how antsy you sometimes get when sitting for too long.

you gasped as you saw the sippy cup his his hand, reaching and taking a sip from it before setting it on the table and thanking him.

as much as he loved moments like this with you, he hoped you'd cooperate this time around and not have the need to get up and do something else every few minutes. he turned the tv on and put cartoons on for you before sitting down with a soft grunt, spreading his legs for you to sit in between. "c'mere." you nodded and took your position right in front of him, locking your eyes to the tv. "now, ya gotta bare with me. daddy's not exactly an expert at braidin' just yet."

"it's okay daddy, i trust you." you turned around and smiled at him before focusing back on the tv.

he let out a soft laugh, "thank you, yittle." he reached for the brush and went to work, carefully separating your hair and getting to work. it was smoother this time around, he even remembered to take his rings off this time. the image of him accidentally leaving one on as he brushed your hair once is still fresh in your mind, not doing that again.

there should be a manual on how to braid hair. at least he wasn't being too rough on your scalp, you weren't whining or crying so that was a good sign. he glanced down at you midbraid, smiling at you snuggled in between his legs while you mindlessly ran your fingers through the plush carpet. "still good? not hurtin' your pretty lil' head am i?" you shook your head, keeping your focus on your cartoons.

it wasn't perfect, but he did it. and he was damn proud of it too. "well, look at that! i did it!" he held up a mirror for you, waiting for your reaction.

you bounced happily, clapping. "daddy! i love it!" the braids weren't bad, you loved them. but then you decided to change your mind. "actually daddy, can i just get pigtails instead?"

"but i just-"

"please, daddy?"

he huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. patience, elvis. patience. "okay." was all he could say. all that hard work for nothing. at least it was like practice for the next time you wanted your hair braided.

elvis spent some time unbraiding before brushing out your hair thoroughly. "you sure you want pigtails?"

"mhm!"

he put your hair in pigtails, something he was good at, thankfully. he held the mirror up again, making sure you were satisfied. "hmm......"

"don't tell me ya want something else now."

"well....." you shrugged. "can you curl it?"

he sat back on the couch defeated, "curl it?" he groaned. "baby, i just spent an hour tryna braid it and another takin' em out just to give ya pigtails. gotta give your daddy a break, his fingers are all cramped up."

you frowned, dramatically wobbling your bottom lip. "daddy...."

"aw hell, alright. fine." he pat the top of your head as a gesture for you to get up. you stood up and held your hand out for him, pulling him up excitedly. "you that excited for me to curl your hair, huh?"

"mhm! makes me look pretty!"

"you're always pretty though, aren't ya?" he chuckled. "now you're gonna be done after this, right? you're not gonna make me straighten it right after?"

you got quiet for a second, rethinking the idea of curling your hair. "actually-"

"y'know what? let's just go through every single hair style you can think of." he sighed. "we'll get there someday."

[kulemii]

ya know, i was thinking about the differences in temperament between y5 opening aizawa and y5 closing aizawa. yakuza 5 spoilers ahead.

opening- he's quiet but if you look at him, you can see how much he's biting back until eventually he gets tired of kiryu's shit and it sets him off so much that not even morinaga can stop him. like, sure you can say that we saw him act in a way that morinaga didn't approve of near that lil riverbank with a rando but i would argue that that was only because the whole situation had everyone acting out of sorts. ya know, with ol' dude missin and him knowing that aoyama would have their heads for it. but for the most part, he's silently at morinaga's side until kiryu does or says something that riles him up and then he's ready to lunge at him just about lol.

closing- he's speaking his mind without hearing "aizawa!" in the background (tho, morinaga might've been yelling it on his shoulder from the afterlife, rip lol) and he seemed so much more calm and at peace. maybe it's because he knows that in a few short minutes he'll finally be able to really get his hands around kiryu's neck? i don't wanna say it's because he thinks that he's already won, cuz i don't think so. i genuinely doubt that- i think he really did think he was gonna win (not for the underhanded shit but by pure strength) but he was still open to chance which it why he tossed his sword. he just seemed so much less agitated in the closing. you might say that it's because of his whole 'training in the shows' spiel but idk... the game didn't span over that much time, did it? enough for him to change his entire temperament? like, the only time he really seemed to get annoyed/agitated by kiryu was when he was scolding him for stepping down in the first place....

i always say that there's a difference in black suit silver tie aizawa and white suit purple shirt aizawa and it's mostly because of this. and something that it always leads me to is the analogy of being of & off the clock at work.

black suit silver tie aizawa was supposed to keep his mouth shut and play along because he was working. he was in uniform. and kiryu was agitating the shit out of him but even so, he knew that he couldn't quite say what he wanted to say. (yeah, he did say stuff but we saw exactly how much he really had to say in the end) and perhaps that's why he was like that?

white suit purple shirt aizawa was off the clock, caught that same customer in the streets and was finally able to say everything he had on his chest from the moment they met. then dared the bitched to do something about it- no lmao jk but no-- but like since he didn't have to hold back anything, there was really no need for such agitation?

sure, we can also argue 'that he was in on the plan so that's why he was different' but like.. when you think about it too hard, for too long you're left with the question: where does the plan begin and when does the act begin and end? i'm sorry, i love him with my whole entire everything but it's a whole year later and i still don't believe he's a fucking academy award worthy actor because that's what we would have to say if we were to go with the whole, 'it was ALL an act argument.' i also think that's boring. so.

this way gives him layers, and fleshes him out- at least to me. it makes him feel more whole than not. anyway, idk. i was thinking about all that and want to make a serious post about him for once 💜

[lovelikeinthecinema]

lol thats also how I kno u dont have ppl around you who dab either then haha dabs are about flavor. You can actually taste the terps. ur losing a lot of the taste & flavor profile of ur flower by burning it.

Its 2024, there are temp readers now or the puffco… shouldnt be coughing like its 2016 and they give u a “free dab” off a hot nail on ur way out the shop lmao theres resins made without additives & butane.

But u want some flavorful weed? 710 all day haha their wax is next level… haha u missin out.

& hahaha ah man 😅🤫 it dont matter, we jus 2 ppl talkin about weed on the internet haha

Well then... you do know a lot about your stuff lol

It's been a cool minute since I dabbed so you're probably right!

lol thanks for schooling me a bit

Maybe I'll come around to investing in some 🤪

[the-firebird69]

Motorbike Kazoo Sounds

and he says the toy sounds alot like the bikes. says he cant stand it and doesnt like the sport bikes.  we laughed for hours. and said this is how he knows.  and a bee and such and joe m nope dont do it for me. loud and nasty and hey me here and yapping and stuff. hahaha need it lo ahhaha lolhahah no way a gadget i can find one and for  a cruiser and did. he said it. and it is like the reed system of ano obo and haha lo a whole band out there.

and we are in the  process of testing out a high tech recharge wind system. and in the fake exhuast and good.  fake lol. court is real this is fake. and fun.  you have a facke exahsut system and a nooise maker rear and you cut the iar off a bit when you change gears, and at higher speeds so it is conttrolled by speed and the clutch snesor  and hve two batteries for teh radio and the valve and charge one while the ohter is in use. and it is cost free.  and maintance. but for the batery and high bperf lithium titanium smaller less truoblbe blow out to the ground good.  and we se it ffire choked out even underway.  

now he syas we are missin the smell lol. not needed the ohter cars do that lol ahhah lol ok. and we saw him techie and we owrk on our chopper idea

cool

dave

im up ther too we work and good i feel better

trump

and heare come macs  jolly band of chastisters

mac daddy

oh you hear good. damnit faggots they say

macs

good

Thor Freya

we are greatful she is blusing hahah why the cazoo ahahah no it is a great idea ok

Olympus

[kdramaxoxo]

https://kdramaxoxo.tumblr.com/post/687183581364256768/hey-can-you-reccomend-me-with-some-kdramas-where

Recent one sh**ting stars.. multiple duos but they are duos who r frnds with eo..and yeah I LOVED this drama...miss them TT

good to know anon! I actually started this drama before my slump and just well...never picked it back up again even tho the kisses I've seen look UH MA ZING and i love the leads.

[slavabogu]

yes yes yesss my hair is nice and ionized. whatever that means!!!

girlies how are we feeling about ionic hairdryers im excited

[undertale-writing-times]

Another ask that involve skelly as a dad!

Its a little sad not gonna lie :(

Skelly can clearly tell that their kid now teen is in love because of the questions of "how did you and mom got together?" Stuff like that and more because tonight, their kid was charming and looking really cool with some flowers in hands

When skeleton asks why they're dressed like that they answer "im going to confess my feelings!" Even while being nervous they leave...

It was getting late and with rain when kid enters, crying and clearly wet from the rain, the flowers are messed up and they can't just stop crying until they speak "it.. it didn't work dad.. they.. they rejected me.."

loved it.

so fun.

gimmie more child asks. I wish to expand my babybones. Do it.

if you want lol

Sans- When his babybones came home, soaked because of the rain and crying? He couldn't help how his soul squeezed in his chest. He was frozen for a few seconds, unsure of what to say or even do before shaking his head and went over to take care of his babybones "Hey, come on champ, don't let this rain on your parade. I know how it feels to have your soul hurtin' cause of all that, but you aren't missin' anythin'. The person doesn't seem all that good anyway" against their babybones better judgement, they let out a little chuckle at the joke mumbling that now isn't the time, but since they're the child of a Sans, they have to like puns. He tells them to go and change, then they're going to sit around, eat ice cream, and watch movies and make fun of them together. His babybones hugged him, then ran off to get changed. Sans hated the fact that his babybones was hurting, but he'd do everything in his power to make them feel better, even if it isn't much.

Papyrus- Papyrus knew that his babybones was very excited! He was as well, because his babybones who was just as great as himself, was going to get a datemate that might just be as amazing as his own! Well... no, sorry, Y/n was the best datemate anyone could ever have. When his babybones came home crying though, he couldn't help but panic running over, to ask what's going on, what happened? Then he learned that their babybones got rejected! "What?! They should not have done that! You would have been the best datemate for them!" then he pulls them into a hug, petting the top of their head to try to calm them down while they sobbed, hugging onto him their bones rattling and he coos to try to calm them down. He'd then tell them to go and change, and they could cook together! They would make whatever they wanted to make, and then uncle Sans can be a taste tester, wouldn't that be fun? When he saw his babybones smile, then nod, he gets happy himself.

Blueberry- His babybones was growing up! When he heard that his babybones was going out on a date he literally almost cried. A few tears did fall from his eye sockets, which was embarrassing for him to admit. Sadly though, when his babybones came home crying, Blueberry panics and runs over asking what happened. When he learns that the crush rejected his babybones, he almost wants to go and fight the person! How dare they do that? Yet his babybones tears was what mattered most right now. He would take their hand and drag them over to their room and sit them on their bed, allowing them to cry it out. Of course he was hugging them, as well! "I'm so sorry babybones, but I know that you know you're a great person! Anyone would be happy to have you" he presses a kiss against the top of their head "I'm so proud of you" the babybones sniffles and smiles weakly mumbling out a soft thanks which Blueberry nodded at then he told them to get a shower and change, and they could go and do stuff! Whatever his babybones wanted to do.

Stretch- The first time his babybones asked him all those questions, he quickly put it together that they had a crush, and he found it pretty adorable, to be honest. Then they went and said that they were going to confess? He was... nervous for them. What if something went wrong? He tried his best to not think like that, but he couldn't help it, and when they came home sobbing and soaked, he felt like it was his fault. "Hey hey, what's going on?" he asks, sitting up on the couch, sitting on his knees. Instead of answering his babybones hugs onto him around his neck, making him almost lose his balance; but he sighs hugging back hearing them mumble out that their crush rejected them "I'm sorry" he mumbles, giving his babybones a slight nuzzle and pulls away "hey, why don't you go change, and we'll go out to that ice cream place?" they smile weakly and nod, wiping away their tears and run off to get changed. Half of Stretch wanted to go and find that person to ask them why they turned them down, but he didn't and just went to get ready, pulling out his wallet and grabbing his card. He's sure Y/n won't mind.

Red- All the questions annoyed him, to be honest, mostly because he didn't know how to answer them. He and his babybones would often just shout and yell at each other instead of talk like normal, but that was just because that's normal for them. They both knew that the other person loved them but they never knew how to explain it or say it to each other. So picture his shock when his babybones came home with tears rolling down their cheeks and hugging onto him to hide their face into his chest. He froze up, but frowns, hugging them back; as much as he wanted to tell them to knock it off, to stop crying, he didn't. "Hey, what's goin' on? Why you huggin' me out of nowhere? Thought you said you were telling the girl ya like her and to not wait up?" he heard them let out a soft growl, which was supposed to most likely be threatening or something, and they mutter "they rejected me. Shut the h-hell up old man" Red rolls his eyes but sighs, resting his head on top of his babybones, rubbing their back slowly. Waiting until they finished crying, not caring that he got wet from their tears and how wet their clothes were. "...you'll find someone you love for real" they mutter something that he couldn't exactly understand.

Edge- Edge hated the fact that his datemate might just have a crush on someone! You know why? Because ugh! Nobody deserved his babybones and nobody was ever good enough. That's, of course, what he thinks and says because it's the truth. Yet he allowed his babybones to go and tell this ugh... human that they liked them and then, guess what happens? His babybones comes home crying! He gets so mad and grabs their shoulders "What happened?" they were able to mumble out that they got rejected but he gasped before they were done. "What?!" he pulls them into a hug "That idiotic human! How dare they reject the terrible Papyrus' babybones? Whatever, you don't need them, as I said before you are much better than they ever will be" he shakes his head while allowing them to hide their face into his chest to cry. "W-Why didn't they like me? I thought... I thought I'd have s-something like you and mom" Edge's soul squeezed when he heard that, and sighs shaking his head "It isn't that easy... you need to work up to something like that, babybones. I and Y/n were friends for... a while before we got together" he clears his throat, blushing lightly "Why don't you go and change, and I will take you out for a while?" they seemed to think, before nodding, and starts to walk off to do that. Edge was still so damn mad.

Clip- When Clip's babybones was asking about his datemate, he was so happy to share. He loved them, and often spoke about them whenever he got the chance to. Then they said that they had a crush?! He gets excited. He loves the idea of his babybones getting their own datemate, someone so sweet and kind... he wants to hear everything about them. Then... it happened. He gave them roses to give to the crush and they went off. How fun. Well when they came home crying about how they rejected him saying that why would they like someone so... gross? Of course that pissed Clip off! He could understand turning someone down if you didn't like them, but calling them gross? He makes his babybones tell him who it was, their name and everything that they know. No, he isn't going to kill them, but he is going to mess with them. He'll take care of his babybones while they're crying, rubbing their back and telling them about all the times that he got crushes on people that didn't turn out well. You don't want to piss off the child of a mafia member, come on man...

Boss- Of course he will tell his babybones about him and his datemate getting together, and will even show pictures of themselves when they were younger. It was honestly a little shocking for them to ask, but then he learned it was because they had a crush so he told them to be careful; as there's a chance that they could not be liked back but they just laughed and said that that was crazy! Who wouldn't like them? Well their crush, because after his babybones went off to tell their crush that they had a crush on them, they came home crying about how their dad, Boss, was right "T-They rejected me" he wanted to tell them that he was right, but sighed and pulled them into a hug. "it's okay... you'll find someone" he says in a soft voice, rubbing their back. He was never one to be 'soft' with people let alone people that meant well to him but this was his babybones! Of course he had to feel bad about them getting rejected, right? He's never been through that himself, but from what his brother told him it sucked. It was one reason why he never really wanted to do romance like that. He sat down his babybones, telling them that crying won't help but they could go and do things to make them feel better, whatever they wanted to do.

Ink- It was weird for Ink when his babybones kept asking about how he and his datemate got together. Like... it happened soooo long ago, how is he supposed to remember? Guess that's not a good way to say it, huh? Ughhh then they said that they got a crush?! He got so excited and of course had to go and spy. When his babybones went to confess Ink started to spy and then wow that went soooo bad! Haha oh wait they're crying and running off. He jumps out of his little spying place and catches up to them "Hey, what's going on?" he didn't care it was raining, the water pouring down onto him causing his scarf to get down to the ground. Ew. Oh oh now he's getting a hug! Fun. He hugs back listening to his babybones cry "D-Daaaaaaaaaaaadddd they rejected me" Ink nods hugging back "Oh yeah, I saw" he says "That went soooo bad, wow" he averts his eyes, blinking causing the shapes to change one of the shapes a tear shape and the other just a circle then he looks down and presses a 'kiss' against his babybones skull "you want to get ice cream?" the babybones wanted to get mad most likely about how their dad was acting like it was stupid they were upset, but sighs averting their eyes muttering just a sure. Yay ice cream. Ink thought, smiling as he starts to walk waving his hands by his sides.

Fresh- Fresh was a little shocked when he got his own datemate, and he told that to his babybones, of course. I mean, he didn't even know he could have a babybones and told them that too. He grew to feel a strange... attachment to them both and now he has to protect them ugh. So when his babybones told him that they had a crush on someone? Then was going to tell them? He didn't... like the idea of that. So he sat, staring at the door, waiting for them to come home tapping his fingers on the ground making clinking sounds each time they came in contact. When they finally got home, sobbing out that they got rejected Fresh frowns "For real? Brah that's so not radical" he stands up, pulling them into a hug. "come on, don't cry over someon' like that. Ain't all up and worth it" they just hug him back, sniffling and whimpering into his chest which made his shirt feel wet. Ew. "B-But I really liked them. They were my future datemate" Fresh makes a small huh sound, and shrugs "sorry, but they aren't. I get likin' someone but if they don't like ya, then they don't like ya. I know that's pretty brutal but it's somethin' you gotta learn to deal with, ya dig?" they sniffle and mumble "I dig" they continue to hug him though, which he didn't mind.

Nightmare- Did he have to keep the babybones? Yes, yes he did, and he, at first, hated it ugh. Kids were annoying... but hey, at least they weren't that annoying. The only downside was that they got their datemate's human emotions so they fell in love with a human. Annoying. Nightmare answered all the questions that his babybones asked him without even thinking about it but then they went and said that they were going to confess and he told them to not do anything stupid. They did something stupid. They came home crying about how they were rejected, and how the crush called them gross and ugly because of them looking slimy. He wanted to tell them to shut up with those tears but he knew that his datemate would get mad at him so he offered to send Killer to kill them? His babybones would then leave and complain about it to his datemate. Ugh... dammit. He didn't even want the damn kid! At least that's what he says at first. He'd go to check on them once he knew that they'd be asleep and would press a kiss against their forehead mumbling that he was sorry, pull up the blanket, and leave going to get them snacks and stuff. Emotions are hard.

Dream- Dream was still shocked that he could even have a babybones! He tried to protect them from everything, and honestly is way too overprotective but he does it because he just loves them, you know? When they kept asking random questions about him and his datemate, Y/n, he gets nervous. There's no way that they... have a crush, right? Then they say that they're going to confess! Oh no! He almost tried to talk them out of it but his datemate told him that it would be a good idea for them to do it! So he... didn't say anything. He regrets it now because they're coming home crying, while his datemate wasn't around. "D..Dad they rejected me a-and called me weird and... other things. What should I do?" Dream panics slightly on the inside. He isn't good at this sorta stuff! What is he supposed to say? He thinks for a little while then pulls them into a hug knowing being near him would make his babybones start to feel better, it was just part of his powers. "You aren't weird" he starts, "and if you are, it's a good weird! I'm sorry they rejected you, but that means you're going to find someone even better" they hug back, hiding their face into his chest making mumble sounds while he just pet the top of their head. They're never going to do that again.... nobody is ever going to do that to his babybones again if he can help it.

Echo- It honestly shocks him that they're asking him questions about his datemate and him getting together. It's been so long since all that, and he's still shocked that he's alive... he's shocked that he had enough magic to make a kid, he's shocked he hasn't- okay, you know, he's going to stop talking. He explains everything that they want to know. When his babybones came home, sobbing and soaked, he panics and quickly asks what happened? Hearing that they got rejected by the person that they had a crush on, it made him sad. "I'm sorry... sometimes things doesn't work out like that, but... you'll find someone, you know that, right?" seeing his babybones sniffle and whine, covering their eyes he sighs and walks over, putting his hands on their cheeks making them look at him, smiling weakly "Hey, come on, look at me, do you really think I could get someone and you can't? You're adorable" they sniffle, looking at him and he leads them to their room to change, mumbling to change out of their soaked outfit. All that sadness isn't good for them and their body most likely.

Yanberry- He kidnaps the crush. Come on, he's a yandere, of course he tries to teach his babybones to follow in his footsteps! If they really love this person, then why don't they just take them? It's what he did for his babybones, and they turned out perfect! Sure, sometimes he had to hurt them, but he did it because he LOVED them so if his babybones really LOVES this person, then why wouldn't they show it? He's teaching his babybones to follow in his footsteps, wihch is honestly not a good idea... Hey, you're the one that fell for a crazy guy >.>

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ok my braindump on Yellowjackets (just under a cut bc it’s long)

- Christina Ricci is my absolute favorite thing to watch on this show. what a fun and creepy and weird performance. no notes. (though, sidenote, before i actually watched the show and had only seen GIFs, i 100% thought she was playing the adult version of Ella Purnell, because they both have that “disproportionately large eyeballs” thing going on. when they showed her “Misty” nametag in the pilot i was like “oh so Jackie changed her name” lolol)

- Juliette Lewis is also fantastic. my heart just aches for Natalie. even though they’re not that physically similar, i think the teen/adult actors do such a good job syncing their performances. out of all the survivors, it’s least clear to me what role she might fill in regard to the forest cult that seems to be forming (though as an adult she sounds like one of the skeptics), and that’s very intriguing. please see previous post for my thoughts on her hair, which seems to be emerging from her skull already bleached.

- that said, the romance with Travis doesn’t really work for me...i think it’s that the actor playing him is pretty flat. he's a straight-up dick to her at times but on the other hand he a) saw his father die pretty horrifically and b) was sexually assaulted and almost murdered by a pack of feral teen girls so like...he is arguably having one of the rougher times out there, and he’s a 16-yr-old boy so of course he doesn’t know how to manage those emotions in a productive way. i think that would come across better with a stronger actor, here he does just sort of come off as dickish.

- now is where i admit that i find Shauna incredibly boring in both timelines. granted, you do need someone more grounded than Misty or Natalie as the center of the show. but i have seen so much chatter about how incredible Melanie Lynskey is, and while i do think she’s a very good actor...almost nothing about adult Shauna compels me. idk. her scenes are the ones where i usually find my attention drifting. teen Shauna is boring too. it’s also funny to me that there was apparently SO MUCH speculation about who Adam was over the weeks, because watching it all in one go, it never really occurred to me to think he was anything other than...some guy she rear-ended. all that said, her pregnancy is definitely one of the most horrifying things about the wilderness timeline to me. in all honesty i think that will probably result in a stillbirth, given the lack of sustenance they’re all going to face through the winter. but generally not looking forward to the resolution on that lol.

- Taissa falls somewhere in between for me. i find her VERY compelling in the wilderness timeline. she’s much more proactive than the other girls, and i’m extremely interested to see whether she ends up emerging as the leader of rationalists in opposition to Lottie’s occultism, or - maybe she eventually challenges Lottie as leader, and Taissa is the actual Antler Queen we see in the pilot? in the present, the freaky occult stuff that’s going on with her is interesting too - like that shot where you realize she’s the woman in the tree! ahhh! but i felt like there were too many endless scenes of her worrying about her campaign, and it was so strange to me that her wife was constantly complaining “you’re never around! you’re always on the job!” and yet we NEVER see her with a single campaign staffer until the finale? i’m going to assume it was a covid/budget issue but felt off and very repetitive. that discovery of her little shrine at the end of the season suggests there’s lots of room for things to get really wild and creepy with her though.

- i love Van, we all love Van, i’ll be psyched if she’s revealed to still be alive in the present, but: no way she would have survived that wolf attack. and the idea that they would have been able to stitch up her face like that is absurd. immediately after the attack, you could see her teeth and her jaw; part of her cheek was missing. you could not accomplish that kind of surgery on her face without skin grafts. i’m also not 100% sure whether i buy that she would be one of the first to go all-in on being a Lottie follower but i’m more than willing to see how they develop it.

- Lottie is interesting but would be much more interesting if they gave her some personality traits other than “clairvoyant.” like right now it’s very tough to get a read on whether she’s sort of accumulating these followers intentionally or not...it would be nice to know more of her backstory so you could get a sense of like - is this someone like Misty, who is seizing their chance to play a different role in the group than she did back in the real world? or is this all more incidental than that? psyched to learn that she’s still alive in the present though!! 

- gotta admit that were i to ever end up in this situation i would absolutely be the Jackie, who is completely helpless at survival skills, uninterested in learning them, and mostly contributes by being like “ok but a seance would be so dope!!” i was surprised that she died this early on in the story, but i liked the symbolism, and i suspect it’s the right decision story-wise, because i don’t know that there were actually a lot of different ways for that character to grow? anyway RIP, she didn’t deserve it. i hope she comes back as a ghost, this show could use more ghosts.

- one thing that drove me CRAZY about the finale was that girl Allie chairing the class reunion after they explicitly stated in the pilot that she was a freshman. what is this, Riverdale? and it’s extra annoying because a “i was supposed to be there too!!” character trying to capture a piece of the attention for herself feels so spot-on, but they kind of ruined it by making her so cartoonish (that accent! where did it come from!?)

- overall, i’m really enjoying the show, but find it slightly lacking because of how much hype i’ve seen around it (both online and from friends IRL). i think it’s like, maybe 10% less smart than people are giving it credit for, and a lot of the dialogue is pretty clunky. the performances are what save it. but, i’m intrigued and excited for next season!

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there are two requests that i need to fulfill atm;

i also need to work on the third and last installment of “missin’ out” and im thinking it might be a longer one? i already have ideas of what i want to include, and it will have smut towards the end, so i need to take my time w it lol

another thing:

i really am excited to work on this new joseph quinn x chubby!reader idea that has not left my mind all day but i rly wanna finish my other obligations first before i start it — but once im done, i think my focus will def be on that series (ofc i will still post lil drabbles and stuff here and there) but with work starting back up soon for me (im a k4 teacher) its nice to focus on one singular thing hejsjs considering im gonna be with kiddos all day long from 7 til 2:30, i hope i don’t become too tired to even post BUT writing rly is an escape for me so im gonna try <3 i feel like this blog is slowly gonna turn into me gushing over joe lol i fell hard for his acting

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Hi! What inspired you to create your OCs?

Ooooh nice and open-ended I love it!

Back in like… February? March? I was like yo it’s time to make some characters I’m getting sick of niche fanfiction and I don’t watch anything anyone watches. Started just with vague themes and the plan of an ethically murky relationship between a professor and a grad student. Teachers have been super important to me throughout my life and frankly I have lack-of-daddy issues so male teachers have been guiding forces for me (and sometimes sexual confusion and too-ardent admiration exclusively on my part gets involved lol) Got kinda derailed from my education during pandemic stuff and I was missin’ school so professor OC! Cal is consciously inspired by a mix of people I’ve loved, and subconsciously undoubtedly more.

I'm gonna ramble again so here's a text break.

Specifically, two particular teachers were the biggest forces that shaped Cal’s character, one of whom, Mr. W, I’ve mentioned on here a couple of times as I was in class with him pre-pandemic and he happens to be my teacher again now. It is constant inspiration I adore him and he was such a influence for Cal originally that he’ll do or say something every couple days where I’m like 🥺 That Was Very Cal of Him (which is like, not a surprise considering, but it gets me every time).

The other professor was one who effortlessly commanded a lecture hall like nobody’s business and was hot and magnetic and charming and also somehow got me so excited about an obscure subject I was only taking to fulfill a GE requirement, and I got the sense that other people felt that way too because the engagement within the class as a whole was very palpable. Also one time he came to class with, in his words, a “heavy, heavy cold” and proceeded to lecture through substantial stuffiness and it almost killed me dead and I learned exactly nothing during that particular lecture and I still think about it. He was super upfront about not feeling well and told us immediately and apologized in advance and it was somehow done with confidence and grace and he was just darling is all.

My beloved Special Agent Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks is in there but honestly half of what I loved about Cooper was, I realized, my own personal headcanons for him in terms of illness. But his kindness and politeness and enduring sense of responsibility are things I loved drawing on and intersecting with when I wrote fanfic for him so many of those traits and those intersections have been carried into Cal.

There’s another couple friends I adore in there, and Cal's Indian identity draws extremely heavily on an ex-roommate and what he’s told me about the pressures of arranged relationships as it affected him personally. Also Jackie O. (who most of y’all haven't really met yet) is actually the name of that ex-roomie’s dog (who I never actually met but I heard so much about her that she made an impression). I told him I used her name for a fictional canine character and he was beyond pleased to hear it. (“You call her the whole thing right? Because the O. is important.” (Of course I do, the O. is crucial)).

My partner is also heavily featured in Cal. That one’s not purposeful. But I have to keep acknowledging to myself that many of Cal’s flaws are his, and I’m realizing as I write that part of what I’m doing is probably trying to better understand my partner, I don’t even realize I’m doing it until I reach some revelation. My partner is similarly difficult to pin down psychologically, I think maybe that’s part of what’s possessing me to examine Cal so thoroughly and why there are things about him that keep eluding me that other people I talk to about Cal actually sometimes seem better equipped to point out than I can. I dunno, sometimes I do something with Cal and I don’t consciously know what I’m getting at exactly I just know I’m getting at something.

Cal and Rafael’s struggles are unintentionally reflective of my partner’s and my own, in an arrangement where in some ways we’re each simultaneously both characters. Some of the Rafie stuff I just haven’t been able to write yet because it’s emotionally hard and hits very very close to home. I didn’t write myself into their story on purpose either. I didn’t even realize I did it until later, maybe because I just usually don’t look at my life from a top-down perspective that way so I’m kinda slow about it and I don’t think I realized how dire some stuff was until I wrote it in an obscured fictional context.

(Partner is currently out of town and after typing this out I sent him a text that said “Sometimes I think I write about you by accident” and proceeded to cry about that for a minute. We’re okay, I think, don’t worry 💕) Wow I got kind of off track there. Suffice to say Cal is profoundly loved and very important to me.

I really wanted a divorced character and neglected to fully realize if I got deep in exploring that relationship it’d be sad. It wasn’t the original plan to explore Cal/Rafie pre-divorce at all, actually. Hell, it wasn’t the original plan to follow any of these characters anywhere besides Cal’s main storyline but here I am a couple hundred pages later doing so. Rafael’s not really consciously drawing on any influences, but probably some unspecific amalgamation of Junot Diaz characters have made an impression.

Josephine is new to you guys, but the Cal/Josephine relationship is, in some ways purposely and in others not, drawn from an ex-friend I sorta fell in love with once a long time ago and still adore lots about in retrospect. A situation I could have handled better had I been older/more mature and now I’m kinda exploring that and I can tell another something whose thesis statement I don’t yet fully know is being uncovered here because every time I write their relationship it instantly becomes much longer than I’d intended and it gets ridiculously intimate from Cal’s perspective.

I’m breaking my own heart six ways to Sunday over here lmao.

On a lighter note.

Scotty is most consciously drawn from bits of my sister (the sex & love addiction aspect especially, I read her self-help books and use her as a bounce board for stuff with Scotty’s character development sometimes) and my irl best friend—who is impossibly cool—was a big influence on their non-binary identity and their radicalism and some of their speech mannerisms, but those are really the only direct connections I can tie because I feel like my experience with Scotty in my own life was a rotating cast of that extremely cool, slightly dangerous, alluring but A Lot person I always wished I knew better but was a little afraid of what would happen if I did.

and I gotta finish this damn story so y’all can properly meet Scotty. I have a ton of content I’ve written that I have to hide behind a sort of spoiler wall of two unfinished fics so I need to get on that.

[ur-jinji]

Could you maybe share your angsty playlist 🥺

okay okay i’m not gonna make my playlist public but i will tell you a bunch of my favorite songs off of my “feel something” angst playlist & explain the way they make me feel. i know you did not ask for that but i need to vocalize it. maybe in the future i can make spotify playlists if anyone’s interested? mine are unorganized so eh don’t wanna share lmao but anyway, here you go 😘 sorry this post is long i just love music

asleep // the smiths

literally if you hear me listening to this, i’m having a depressive episode. it’s about wanting to pass away and telling people not to feel bad lmao beautiful song tho

the background // third eye blind

amazing. heart wrenching. about being alone after someone leaves you. VERY good song. tears.

bloodstream // stateless

amazing music. love the chorus. i interpret it as being so in love with someone that theyre a part of you

brain damage // pink floyd

amazing. about going crazy. love dark side of the moon. best song on that album is “any colour you like” it’s entirely instrumental and gives me chills. it’s a feel something song for me but maybe not for others

breaking down // florence + the machine

please listen to the mtv unplugged version. ABOUT BREAKING DOWN. amazing.

bubble gum // clairo

i think it’s about regretting not reciprocating feelings for someone. chills. love. puts me in a mood instantly.

chamber of my reflection // mac demarco

BEAUTIFUL. dislike him but his music is really good. about being alone

come back to earth // mac miller

“i just need a way out of my head” god gives me chills. i love mac miller. i miss him everyday.

demolition lovers // my chemical romance

beautiful music. amazing. about two lovers who would die for each other. huge, super emotional build up, then the most beautiful music ever.

a different age // current joys

just good. good angst.

early sunsets over monroeville // mcr

AMAZING. HUGE EMOTIONAL BUILD UP AT THE END. END SO HAUNTINGLY

edition // rex orange county

BEAUTIFUL. about a couple going through some shit

free as a bird // the beatles

AMAZING. one of the best songs on this planet. it’s about a couple and the guy doesn’t really know where it all went wrong

friends // vacations

about drifting away from someone. so beautiful. CHILLS.

goodbye // the vines

fuckinv beautiful. about longing for someone and saying goodbye to them. first song i learned by myself to play on guitar

good news // mac miller

about being hella depressed and how people only want to hear the good stuff. they ain’t like ya when you’re down. gr8

halah // mazzy star

it’s about missin someone. chills. love it.

i cant handle change // roar

about not being good enough. beautiful fucking song like holy shit. but if you hear me listening to this god ask if i’m okay bc i’m not. best build up for any song in the world

i love you so // the walters

god amazing. about loving someone but you’re not good for each other

jesus christ // brand new

it’s haunting. amazing. i think it’s about dying.

life // the walters

it’s about life movin real slow. it’s a really beautiful song. love it.

married with children // oasis

god i love this song. it’s about being annoyed with your partner but at the end of the day, you love them so much you always come back. makes me cry bc relatable

moonlight on the river // mac demarco

love. it’s about dying i think lmao or maybe a relationship dying?

necromancer // joy again

literally such a pretty, chill song. feels really raw. it’s about loving someone so much but i don’t know if she feels the same way

numb // men i trust

fucking beautiful shit. so chill. about being numb lol

show me how // men i trust

gr8. it’s about wanting to be shown that the person you like cares about you but it ain’t workin

sullen girl // fiona apple

beautiful. raw. about being a sad bitch

under control // the strokes

fav strokes song. amazing. i think it’s about wanting to change someone but knowing you shouldn’t

waiting room // red orange county

fucking beautiful. it’s about someone you love dying :( it’s really sad honestly

where is my mind // the pixies

GREAT. about doing drugs & your mental state aint good

wish you were here // pink floyd

it about wishin someone was there duh it’s a really good song tho

worldstar money // joji

feels really raw. it’s about battling with your issues and wanting someone to be there for you still

now

for the final song. the one that is so fucking emotional for me.

young // vacations

i don’t know what it is about this song but it sucks any remaining serotonin out of my body instantly. the music is so beautiful. it’s about struggling with mental health i think. just wonderful.

that’s just some of my angst music 🙂 i have a lot more. these were the ones i felt like were worth noting lmao