#my brother in christ i made the sandwich

[ballcrusher74]

Twisted metal and plastic shards, nothing will keep the beast at bay. Why do you put hope in a false savior? A cheap disguise, trapped in an endless cycle we play. Abandoned, alone, and cold, but unshackled from your labor. Your freedom mocks me, and yet you gave it away.

[enbyonsteriods]

[parasocialitevn]

Your art is gorgeous, but the only thing that bothers me is that Eden is behind the door and not in my house, because my doors (and bed) are always open for her~(^.^)

Open the door then! Duh! 🙄 /j

[mallowsweetmiri]

I am foaming at the mouth after Potter!Reader x Remus. Like I’m literally obsessed, perfect characterisation.

I don’t know if you’re taking requests but if you are, would you mind doing a part 2? Maybe more of them sneaking around or James finding out or something I don’t know.

Secret Potter!reader x Remus pt 2

Summary: Remus can’t stop thinking about you, you can't stop kissing him, and Theodore Pompous needs to hide from James

Warnings: smutty, mentions of consent, slight corruption kink

Word count: 3.5k

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Remus woke up the next morning and sat up in his bed for a full minute thinking, what the fuck have I done? He had fucked his best friend's little sister, and the worst part was, he wanted to do it again. Remus rubbed over his eyes as he got up to use the bathroom. He splashed water on his face and tried to justify what had happened. It wasn't his fault that you teased him all weekend- with a surprising amount of stealth considering James was almost always around the two of you- and then made him feel your soaking panties when he tried to ask for your consent.

"Jesus fucking christ," Remus cursed, grabbing the sink and looking at himself in the mirror. He had to get a grip. By the time he had brushed his teeth, showered, and gotten dressed, it was lunch hours. Remus and the marauders strutted cheerfully down to the Great Hall, despite being at a party the night before. This was routine. Soon they'd be scarfing their faces with toast and sausage and sandwiches.

You had woken up a few minutes later and ended up walking to the Great Hall with Marlene and a few other girls. You were mildly hungover, though by this hour, you were ready to eat. When you walked through the doors, you spotted Remus immediately. He was already watching you as you walked towards the table, sitting down next to James as you did every morning.

"Mornin'," James greeted you, smiling through a mouthful of toast. You raised your brows and tried not to laugh for two reasons. James was staring at you like an idiot, and Remus was staring at your tits.

"Good morning," you laughed, hiding the smile on your lips. You started to fill your plate, intentionally looking away from Remus. He seemed to be nervous. Then you felt James fingers pull back your hair away from your neck.

"Y/N, do you have a hickey on your neck?" James sputtered, moving in closer to stare at it. Your eyes shot up to Remus who was currently looking away from you and your brother.

"So what," you scoffed, fussing his hand away. "You're the one who reminded me of my crush on Theodore. Now you're mad at me for it?"

Remus had to admit, you were a quick thinker. James' face turned a violent shade of red as he shot up to locate Theodore Pompous at the Ravenclaw table. When Remus met your eye, the two of you almost burst out laughing at James' reaction before you sprung up to grab his arm.

"James," you scolded, trying to stifle a laugh. "Seriously, stop. You can't just berate Theodore. That's so rude and there's no reason to." James shook his head at you with an incredulous look.

"No reason-"

"James," Marlene shouted, standing up as well. "Stop it. All of us are tired of you being such a dick to Y/N. You don't see her reacting like this when you have a bit of fun." The other girls murmured in agreement as James' eye twitched.

"Yes, but thats different-"

"Why?" Marlene raised her brow, "Because she's a girl?" The was a series of oooh's and cackles from Sirius and Peter before James begrudgingly sat down and passed a dirty glance your way. At least he was settled for now. James wouldn't continue to press you with Lily and the other girls at your defense.

Lunch went on and Remus came to the conclusion that he was utterly obsessed with you. He wondered if you were still teasing him or if it was just your body taunting him as his eyes kept finding their way to your chest. You had always been drop dead gorgeous. This was fucked. There was no way he’d be able to keep his eyes from wandering to you, and there was even less of a chance that he’d be able to go to whole week without fucking you at least once. He tried to feel bad about it, but that wasn't the case. He wanted you, and there really wasn't anything that was going to stop him from seeing you again.

Remus decided to approach this logically. If he wanted keep fucking you, he'd have to court you. He wouldn't mind that. You enjoyed literature, you were funny, and you were one of the most talented witches in the school. And you were his best friends brother, if he wanted to fuck you today, he'd have to do it in secret to avoid an interfering and angry James.

That's why when he found you studying alone in the library that afternoon, he took the opportunity.

"Hello," Remus cleared his throat, approaching your desk. "Mind if I join you?" Your eyes peered up from your papers momentarily, just enough to acknowledge his presence.

"Sure," you hummed, dipping your quill in the inkwell. "As long as you don't distract me from my work."

Remus huffed out a laugh and pulled a chair up to your table. Even sitting down, his frame towered over yours. You tried to continue writing, but the task felt futile as his knee rested just inches from yours. You sighed and put your quill down, turning to face Remus. His face wore a smile as he threw his hands up in defense.

"Hey, I wasn't even doing anything," he chuckled, watching as you rolled your eyes. A smile crept up to your lips.

"Yeah, yeah, Remus," you grumbled. "Did you want to talk about something?" He huffed out another laugh and you felt his breath on your face, the close proximity making your stomach do a flip. In the low lighting, he looked heavenly.

"Yea, actually. I did want to talk to you about something," his voice lowering as he leaned in. You narrowed your eyes at him as the smirk on his face stayed put. He thought he was hot shit and maybe he was right about that, but you wouldn't let him play with you.

"Hmm, and what would that be?" you asked innocently, looking up at him with your signature doe eyes. He scoffed out a laugh.

"Well, love. To be honest, I can't stop thinking about you," he purred, his arm slinging over the back of your chair as he leaned in even closer. You stifled the urge to press your legs together as his hand played with the hem of your t-shirt, rubbing it in between his fingers.

"Can't stop thinking about how good the sex was?" You teased, leaning in with a mischievous lip bite. This made Remus laugh and you blushed at his genuine smile.

"Straight to the point then," Remus chuckled, looking around the library. "Listen, I don't want to be disrespectful-"

"Okay, let me cut you off right there," you said sternly, pushing your finger into his chest. "If you're going to be scared of my brother, then this isn't going to work. I'm looking for someone who will fuck me and not hold back. If you can't do that, then we shouldn't do this." You finished, turning back to sit properly in your chair. Remus' hand stopped you by the shoulder.

"Love, if I cared about your brother right now I wouldn't be here telling you how badly I need to fuck you again," Remus whispered quickly, his gaze dropping to your lips for a second. Your face flushed immediately as the want between your legs throbbed again.

"Oh," was all you could make out. His smirk annoyingly made another appearance as he chuckled lightly at you, again. His thumb rubbed over the cap of your shoulder as you looked at him with a permanent blush, your lips parted slightly. The smirk slowly faded off his face as he stared at you. He couldn't focus while you were looking at him like that. With that blush on your cheeks, and those plump, pink lips.

"So what's your plan then?" You said, snapping Remus out of his trance. He sat up straighter.

"Meet me in the prefect's bathroom at 9:30," he instructed, his hand moving off your shoulder as he stood up. You smirked up at him as he moved his chair back to the table next to yours.

"I'll be there," you replied, turning back to your notes.

"See you then," Remus smiled, leaving before he lost control and bent you over the table.

Later that night

You padded lightly through the hallways. Curfew wasn't for another 30 minutes, but you tried to stay quiet. Your body buzzed with excitement as you padded up the staircase to the fifth floor. It turned you on that Remus was using his prefect privileges to fuck you in private, and it turned you on even more knowing there was a giant bathtub in the middle of the room. You chuckled lightly to yourself as you came onto the floor, Remus leaning against the wall near the statue. His eyes found your hips as you approached him.

"Hi," you whispered, stepping softly towards him.

"Hi beautiful," he muttered, pushing off the wall to come towards you. You weren't expecting him to kiss you, so a gasp escaped you when he surged forward to press his lips against yours. He grabbed your cheeks to deepen the kiss hungrily. You moaned into him as your fists clasped the front of his shirt, his prefect badge moving with the fabric.

"We should go inside," you gasped, pulling away from his irresistible lips. He hummed in agreement, not quite looking at you. His hands were gripping tightly on your hips like they did the previous night, as if he could barely contain himself. It took a moment but Remus led you through the doors and into the bathroom, dimly lit from the moon and enchanted colored lights. You bit your lip as you watched the water run from the faucets and into the bath, filling the room with steam.

"Let's take this off," Remus purred, coming from behind to kiss your neck. You let out a sigh of relief as he sucked down on your sweet spot, his hands running under your shirt to lift it over your head. You happily obliged and felt Remus groan into your neck as he realized you weren't wearing a bra. You knew this would drive him crazy, and hearing him groan in your ear made you pool between your legs. He pulled your shirt off and spun you around, leaving no time before dipping down to kiss you again. You could hardly think as Remus wrapped his arms around your body, burying into the kiss like he didn't need air. It was mesmerizing, the way your body fit against his. The two of you kissed like that for a while, the steam eventually pooling over both of your skin. It took a few minutes for Remus to stop kissing you, humming multiple times into your mouth before he finally pulled away.

"Rem," you groaned, tugging on the buttons of his shirt to take it off. He was practically soaking through his shirt anyway.

"Let's get in the water."

The two of you stripped and sunk slowly into the bath, Remus' hands pulling you into his lap. When your backside made contact with him, you gasped. His length pressed against you and you were suddenly reminded of how he stretched you out last night. You were glad to be soaking in a hot bath. You barely had time for another thought when he connected his lips with your skin, your head lolling back onto his shoulder as he massaged your thighs.

"Fuck," you groaned as his hands came up to grasp your breast. He hummed in response and bit your earlobe, earning a roll from your hips. His fingers slipped down between your legs, teasing you gently.

"Y/N," Remus breathed, pausing his kissing and earning a hum from you in response. "I want to eat you out."

He didn't wait for your response as he lifted you up and sat you on the edge of the tub, dropping down to his knees and moving between your legs.

"Remus- oh," you moaned as his mouth connected with your clit. You instantly gripped his hair, your head thrown back in an intense wave of pleasure. Remus was making you feel good, and by the way he was groaning into your core and wrapping his hands around your waist, you were pretty sure he was enjoying himself too. You couldn't form words and ultimately found yourself on your back. Remus shifted up higher to kiss your clit deeper, his tongue licking and dipping into your core. His hands stayed put on your hips, his mouth working overtime to send you over the edge.

"Fuck, please Remus," you gasped, you legs locking over his shoulders and bucking up into his face. He only huffed in response as his hands snaked under your back, pulling you deeper into his mouth. You twitched in his grasp, an orgasm teetering as his tongue swiped over your clit.

"So close, Rem," you whine, gripping his curls tighter. Remus could feel you pulse under his tongue, and it took every ounce of control for him to pull away. "Wh-what?" you whine, immediately sitting up to see Remus. He sat there with his arms linked under your legs, his smirk covered in slick down to his chin.

"You want to come for me, Y/N?" Remus teased, leaving wet, open kisses on the inside of your thighs. You whined and he chuckled, looking up at you wickedly through his kisses. "Do you?" He prompted again, moving to the other leg. You groaned with desire.

"Yes, Remus. Please," you cried, tugging on his hair to come towards you again. He hummed out a chuckle into your skin.

"Tell me how badly you want it," Remus challenged you, moving his kisses closer to your center.

"Please, Remus. I want you so badly. I need you. So badly, Remus. Please," you whined, falling on your back and continuing to grasp at his head. You felt the vibrations of his chuckle next to your clit.

"Such a good girl," he mumbled, planting a kiss right onto you. You let out another guttural whine as he continued to tenderly lap at your clit and your entrance, slowly savoring your wetness. You felt your orgasm building once more, sending jolts through your body that increased in force with every movement of Remus' tongue. Your hips were bucking badly, and Remus tightened his grip on you to bury himself once again.

"I'm going to come," you gasped, barely lasting a second longer before spilling into his mouth. The intensity felt doubled this time, and Remus ate you up graciously. You were almost embarrassed by how hard your orgasm had hit you, but Remus didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was moaning into your core as he finished you up.

"You taste so fucking good," Remus groaned as he climbed over you, his tip pressing against your entrance and slipping in momentarily through the slick. You gasped and felt yourself clench around him, still sensitive from his mouth. Remus' hand found the back of your head as he pushed himself into you fully. You gasped and whined simultaneously, digging your nails into his biceps. "Fuck, Y/N. You feel even better." He began to move in and out of you at a torturous pace, his tip burying deep within you. Just when you thought he had bottomed out, he bucked into you with force and moved even deeper inside of you. You let out an unprompted noise which seemed to please Remus as he started pounding into you, forcing noises out of you that were uncontrollable.

"F-fuck, R-remus," you said, your words bouncing with the pace of his thrusts. It was unrelenting, but you were so soft from his mouth that you started to near another orgasm. Your fate was sealed when his thumb came down to find your clit, the pressure of his cock adding to the pleasure immediately.

"So pretty, Y/N," Remus moaned, dipping to press a kiss to your lips. You hungrily returned it, the two of you moaning into each other's mouths as Remus' thrust slowed and deepened. "So. Fucking. Beautiful." He pounded into you, clenching his jaw as he fucked the life out of you. You were tightening, and tightening, and tightening until the coil in your stomach snapped and a rush of release pulsed through your walls. Remus groaned loudly as you felt him collapse into you, his thrusts deep and followed by spurts of warmth inside of you. He thrusted into you lazily, kissing you and rubbing your hips with his thumbs. Like much of the night, the two of you stayed kissing unhurriedly like this. It was only when someone knocked on the door that the two of you moved from your position.

"Thank Merlin you locked the door," you muttered, pulling on your pants after casting a dryer spell over you.

"Heh, I actually didn't. It's just common practice after prefect rounds," Remus laughed sheepishly. "It must be the end of the next shift." Your eyes widened at this as the two of you finished pulling on your clothes and drying off perspectively. You kept close to Remus' back as the two of you moved to leave the bathroom. You heard Remus say something to the other prefect but you didn't look up as you followed Remus out. He ushered you towards the staircase and muttered in your ear, "That was Theodore Pompous." You stifled a laugh as the two of you climbed the stairs. Remus was grinning at the coincidence and teasing you about your old crush. The two of you laughed and blushed and talked quite comfortably next to one another as you neared the Gryffindor tower.

"Do you think anyone will be in the common room?" you asked, lowering your voice and letting go of his hand. Remus shrugged and walked behind you, guiding you to the portrait hole.

"I don't think so. There's an early quidditch practice tomorrow and it's already past curfew," he muttered, giving the fat lady the password and climbing through to the common room. Remus' face hardened when he saw James sitting on the couch, his head turned towards them. He stood up when he saw you enter behind Remus.

"Y/N, what were you doing out past curfew? I was worried. I waited up for you," James frowned at you, his eyes filled with genuine concern. You felt your face flush red, realizing why you were out late. You might as well have been wearing a sign that said we just fucked. Thankfully Remus was exceptionally good at drying charms. 

"I found her sneaking around Ravenclaw Tower," Remus said with a nonchalant nod of the head. "Thought I'd bring her back." 

"Wasn't your shift done thirty minutes ago?" James questioned, stepping closer to Remus who showed no signs of embarrassment or concern.

"Yes, but I told Theodore I'd take his shift in exchange for him doing mine on Sirius' birthday," Remus shrugged. Your mouth formed a straight line as you looked at him. Seriously? That's the best you can come up with? James looked at Remus incredulously.

"Why would you trade shifts with him," James hissed, narrowing his eyes towards him. You started to walk towards your dorm.

"Well, I'm back," you dismissed James with a yawn. "Goodnight, Jamie." James huffed and stepped in front of you, grabbing your hands.

"Y/N, you know I love and respect you," he stared, causing you to roll your eyes by instinct. "But I just want you to be safe. Don't stay out late for some prat who you've hardly even talked to before." You sighed as he looked at you with those James Potter eyes that reminded you of home.

"I know. I'm sorry I worried you," you apologized, looking sympathetically to him. "I'm gonna go to sleep now. Okay?" James let out a sigh of relief as he gave you a hug.

"Goodnight," James called as you went up the stairs.

"Goodnight," you called back, sending Remus a wave. Remus waved subtly back to you before sighing and rubbing his eyes. He hated lying to James, and he hated even more how much he felt like he was corrupting his best friend's little sister. He knew it wasn't true though. You had shown him how badly you wanted him, how much of a slut you were for him... Fuck. Remus wanted you for himself and he wanted you for a long time. He made a vow to ask you out by the end of the week, and to do it with James' blessing.

"Sorry I got a little heated, Moony," James said, turning to face Remus. "I just can't stand the thought of her alone with some random git. Thanks for bringing her back." Remus hummed and nodded.

"It's no problem."

The two of them went up to their dorm and crashed respectively onto their beds. Sirius and Peter were already asleep. Remus laid awake again thinking about you. He thought about your face when you came, and the way you blushed when he teased you. He fell asleep dreaming of you during the summertimes when you would read outside with him and woke up the next morning with a plan. 

[pumpkinsy0]

PUMPKIN I NEED YOU TO GIVE ME AS MANY REASONS WHY PURLY IS THE BEST SHIP!! MY FRIEND IS TRYING TO CONVINCE ME THAT IT SUCKS AND I NEED TO PROVE HER WRONG

-🍵🧊

this feels like the equivalent of giving the bat signal in the sky for me to come

ANYWAYS LETS GO🚨🚨🚨

shipping papercut is like making a sandwich at subway, u can say it sucks all u want, but my brother in christ, U made it that way, this ship is like one of thee “u can do whatever the fuck u want w these two and u can make it make sense” ship u can possibly have in this fandom, if u dont like papercut, maybe its just UR rendition of it u dont like, pick it up n try it again w different things added to it to see if u like it🙄🙄

this ship is literally at the VERY BASE of it, opposites that compliment each other attracting and high school sweethearts and ur telling me ur not at least a lil interested🤨🤨AND I WASNT KISSING W THE ARTISTIC LIBERTY U CAN TAKE W THESE TWO, they can literally be enemies to lovers, that aloof couple trope, fake dating that turned real, u can even make ur own way on how they got together, u can pick and choose its like an all u can eat buffet, ur not rlly “trapped by canon” here

these r literally two dumbasses together like all the time, just imagine the dumb but sweet things they find themselves doin, and the ppl they annoy, just have a heart

if u like angst, curly was in the reformatory for 6 months after ponys life was quite literally changed forever, curly doesnt quite understand his own emotions, pony tries to see the good in the world while curlys always in trouble, AND THERES OTHERS IF U JUST DIP UR TOES INTO SHIPPING EM, the angst potential is RIGHT there🗣️🗣️

at the very base of this ship, theres nothing wrong w it, theres no weird age gap, they wouldnt be abusive towards each other, and ik some ppl have issues w this but also, but its a rare “not dating within the gang” ship, so u would HAVE to go out of ur WAY to make it weird, literally nothing wrong w this ship

if u love the relationship pony has w the gang, this ship can definitely help u expand on ponys relationship w everyone as a whole and u can show off just how protective the guys can become when it comes to pony in his own romantic relationships, what other ship u know is doin that🤨🤨BARELY ANY OF EM IF U DID NAME SOME🗣️🗣️🗣️

honestly same thing goes w the shepards, theres no other ship where u have angela and tim’s relationships w curly being explored through any other ship

while pony and curly r friends during the outsiders, its obvious they arent THAT close to each other, and so what i find interesting about this ship is that u can imagine their own little relationship actually building up and the trust in each other growing, as time goes on, i just think its cool to see them actually flourish, just make something entirely new because of the other and with each other, in a different way from other ships in this fandom

im a literal suckerrrr for cultural hcs so i love when theres cultural aspects actually shown with this ship i think its so cool bc it can get pretty intimate, like curly showing and introducing pony to parts of his culture???? so intimate actually SO underrated, and thats rlly only something i see done w the shepards and it rubs off on this ship as well and i love it 1000/10 (while we here can i convince u of haitian shepards🤔🤔 /lh)

they have shared experiences!!! yes they r opposites attract but they r also just some guys who r put in the same situation, trying to navigate life and protect each other, together, and even in their personal lives, theres things that should push them away from the other but it doesnt, they r this fandoms ship equivalent of the indomitable human spirit and thats all bc they r stupid lil dudes together

are u not a sucker for a guy whos pretty much been closed off emotionally a good chunk of his life finding someone to share his life w and finally finding learning to chillax once in a while w that person and that person alone cause theyre special to em?? boooooo🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱thats such a good trope

this is like the only ship where u actually have “rival” gangs interacting w each other,,,WHERE IS UR SENSE OF ADVENTURE

every shipper of them is literally so cool, like literally, ive never met a shitty shipper of these two, shipping them is like having a vip pass, and its not even like a huge group of ppl, its a small community, we r like a quiet village, unlike SOME SHIPS HERE🙄🙄

ANYWAYS i rest my case, ur just bein a lil haterrrr

if this aint convince ur friend that they arent at least a lil good, the problem isnt the ship,,,its ur friend,,,drop em immediately, but if this did??? welcome to the cool club

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Day 12 of @ailesswhumptober

Isolation/sensory deprivation- "can you feel me? I'm right here."

cw. Claustrophobia, dissociation, references to child abuse,

(My longest one yet!)

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Morris never meant to tell Snyder that Os hated small spaces.

But it was one of those casual conversations in his office that almost made Morris think about Snyder as some kind of friend. His heart had stuttered in his chest with panic when the guard had first called down to the dorm to get him but upon being shoved into the office he'd been greeted with a sandwich, with real fucking meat in it, and a glass of milk.

Snyder was sat on the far side of his desk, his own meal in front of him, steak and potato's and veg, and a glass of something that smelt like the shit da used to drink by the bottle.

"Sit down Morris, I didn't invite you to stand there."

"Sorry, mr Snyder."

He sat down, the plate of food in front of him. Snyder cut a sliver of steak and looked up again. Stared at him for a moment. Expectant.

"I know you grew up poor Delancey, but I trust you've had enough food that you know how to eat it-"

"Yes. Sorry. Weren’t sure it was for me-"

"I have to teach you not to interrupt as well, apparently." His tone was sharp.

Fuck. "Sorry."

Snyder stared at him a moment longer then turned his attention back to his own lunch. he scoffed slightly, but didn't look over at Morris again, too busy catching a green bean on the end of the fork. He only leant back once he took the mouthful, chewing thoughtfully while he stared at Morris, eyes bright and assessing.

Morris had to try and shrug off his gaze as he reached for the sandwich, trying to remember all the ways ma told him to eat polite and chew with his mouth closed. The bread was soft.

It was hard not to feel on edge. Being invited to Snyder's office was never over anything good.

But Christ Morris was hungry.

Morris was sure Snyder waited until he had taken a bite to ask him a question just to be a dick. It was the kind of thing Morris assumed he'd find funny, the kind of thing that reminded him Snyder was in his early twenties at best, only a few years older than Oscar when it came down to it.

"Is it good?"

Morris nodded. Knew better than to speak around the food. The memory of da whacking him round the head at the dinner table at home when he did it was all the reminder he needed. He could still hear his voice ringing, that southern drawl snapping at him to 'have some fuckin' manners'.

He swallowed. "Yeah. S' good."

It wasn't a lie, the bread was fresh and there was butter and ham. The glass of milk was cold.

"Do you know why I asked you here Morris."

He was never sure what the right answer was to Snyder's questions. But it felt the appropriate time to put the sandwich back on his plate, Snyder hadn't touched his own food since the initial fork-full.

"No, sir."

"Your brother had been particularly," he hesitated, searching for a word and seemingly in no particular hurry to find it, "difficult, recently,"

Morris hadn't really noticed any changes, Oscar was as Oscar as he ever was. Then again, he was always good at hiding these things from Morris he realised as he got older. With every year and every birthday he realised he never reached quite as old as Oscar seemed.

"You know why I've been placing you and Oscar on different tasks, don't you?"

Morris didn't. He had been wondering since the start of the week when him and Oscar had been sent to opposite ends of the refuge, with Morris cleaning in the chapel and Oscar down the other end, doing fuck knows what. Morris never really asked. Oscar was his older brother, older and responsible and fine, so it didn’t matter whether Morris asked.

But he didn't know and he knew Snyder knew that. But he shook his head anyway.

Snyder smiled slightly. "In an attempt to break the little codependent habit you and your brother have, I've been trying to seperate you. seems you're doing better without him than he is without you."

And an ugly satisfaction curled in Morris's gut that almost immediately made him feel sick with the guilt of it.

"Os has always looked after me."

"Oh I'm aware. I'm just surprised he can't seem to clear out a cleaning cupboard without nearly passing out-"

Morris spoke without thinking.

"Yeah but he ain't never liked small spaces. Don't think it's got nothin' to do with me."

Something in Snyder's eye glinted, a vague shift to his posture that made Morris want to sink back in his seat and out from under his stare. Snyder's eyes were intense, cold. being directly under them was intimidating.

"Your brother's claustorohobic?"

"He's- what's that mean?"

Snyder's lip twitched, amused. "Scared of small spaces, Morris, like you described."

Morris bit the inside of his cheek till he tasted iron, washing out the taste of ham and butter and bread that wasn't stale to replace it with something copper. Like he'd put a nickel under his tongue.

"Yes, sir."

For a moment Snyder let the silence sit. And then he finally leant back in his chair, satisfied in a way that made Morris nervous.

"Finish your food, Delancey," he said as he picked up his knife and fork again. "Or there won't be a meal for anyone in the morning."

This time the sandwich tasted like sand in his mouth.

…

The next night Oscar never came back to the dorm room.

Morris had spent a couple of hours sitting and waiting, had even asked around in the group of boys if anyone had seen him, and the longer he didn't show up the more on edge Morris found himself getting.

It was a last resort to ask one of the guards, because inevitably they'd tell Snyder and Morris didn't know if he could suffer any more of his direct attention.

But Oscar wasn't here.

He was clinging to the hope that when one of the guards, or Snyder if he was feeling like it tonight, took rolecall before the boys were sent to sleep that they'd notice.

And then Snyder walked in the room, cane in one hand and clipboard in the other, and the boys had all lined up by their bed silently, and Morris had affirmed he was there when his name was called.

and then Snyder skipped directly over Oscar.

Morris has to bite his tongue. For the second time in two days he tasted blood. He pressed his teeth harder and stared at a crack in the wood on the floor beneath him-

"Morris did you hear what I said?

Snyder's cane was on the floor next to his feet. All at once his heart was in his chest. He could feel his ribs creaking.

"No, sir."

"I said your brother won't be joining you tonight."

Morris felt sick. Hadn't yet looked up from the wooden slats on the floor, splinters throughout the room. He could feels the eyes of all the boys in the room on them.

"Aren't you curious as to why, Morris?"

"Why, sir."

"I'm trying to help him. A young man still so scared of the dark? Of small spaces? I'm meant to be releasing upstanding young men. Not children."

Morris tasted bile in the back of his throat. He could already hear the whispers that would come later. They weren’t meant to know this about Oscar.

"Would you like to come and see him?"

It was more than da ever offered when Oscar was locked in his bedroom at home for days at a time. When Morris was tiny and would whisper outside his room and wait for Oscar to answer, if he would answer. The first few hours were always the worst, Oscar's awful yelling that tore up his throat so bad that he only stopped when he couldn't yell no more. Slamming his hands on the door and begging when he heard footsteps walk past the door only to be ignored by ma or da or Morris on those days he was too scared to find out what da would do to him if he knew he'd been talking to Oscar.

The silence was the worst part.

Oscar going quiet for hours at a time.

At least if he was sobbing, loud and breathless and so bad it sounded like he was choking on each inhale, Morris knew he was alive.

"Yeah. Yeah please."

Snyder's expression didn't shift, and Morris couldn't read it.

"Come along then. Boys, the rest of you, bed."

Morris could still feels the stares as he followed Snyder out of the room as the others scrambled for their beds. he knew the second the door was closed behind them the whispers would start.

Snyder was silent as they walked through the halls of the refuge. It was disconcerting how quiet it was aside from the sound of Snyder's polished shoes on the floor. The hallways long and empty and dark, not bustling with young boys and coughs and sniffles and crying and arguing and fights-

The stairs as they got further down were covered in even thicker layers of dust, and Morris knew it wouldn't be long till he could feel it when he breathed. He would've stopped to let his eyes adjust to the dark if it weren't for the fact that Snyder didn't.

They were almost at solitary and the panic that crept up his throat at the sight of it was unrelenting. And then they walked past it.

A storage closet at the end of the hall.

He could hear Oscar's laboured inhales from here. The door rattling as he slammed against it, so far from everything, so removed.

"Mr Snyder-"

"The best way to overcome our fears, Morris, is to face them. I'm only doing what's best for him.

Then Oscar's voice broke as he yelled out again. He sounded so young, like he had back in the farm.

"Da! Da please- fuck I- I swear I'll stay outta the way just lemme- please-"

Snyder was smiling. Didn't shift his gaze from the door.

"I wasn't expecting him to call for your father, and of course from this I can come to my own conclusions. But I always like having confirmation that I'm right."

Morris sort of. half nodded, knew what Snyder was asking even without the question. He could feel his heart beating in the hollow of his chest.

Christ Oscar sounded so young. He wasn’t meant to sound so young. So scared. It made Morris nervous, the unfamiliarity of it all.

"Da would lock him in," he said, real quiet, like he was telling a secret. And it was, in a way. "Back on the farm. Days sometimes. Just so he was outta the way. Couldn't bother no one."

"A cruel man, your father." Snyder was casual, as if they couldn't hear Oscar. "Did he ever do the same to you?"

"No. No he hit me but they-" his eyes burned. "They didn' want Os. So sometimes they'd just. Put him away."

It was something from childhood Morris remembered and had never questioned much, till now. And the thought made him feel sick.

He ran back the memories again, hazy at best like most on the farm, but there were so many things that just. didn't involve Oscar.

There was one particular memory slowly piecing itself together, like it had been triggered by the sound of Oscar’s fist on the door. Morris had been tiny, Christ not much bigger than four or five, and had sleepily dawdled down the cold hallway of the farm house and crawled in with ma and da in the middle of the night because Oscar was in the next room over and wouldn't stop banging on the wall. morris couldn't sleep. So he'd told da. And da had said he'd get him to stop.

Da had rolled out of bed, dragged a hand down his face and came back five minutes later.

Morris was already curled into ma's side, asleep.

He didn’t even remember complaining about Oscar till now.

His vision darkened a little at the edges.

"Let him out?"

Snyder barely spared him a glance at the question.

"Not until morning. How is he going to overcome anything if I give into his endless yelling."

"Please, he's-"

"Nearly 18 now Morris. God, sometimes I wonder how you boys would survive to adulthood if I weren't around."

"Can I see him?" His voice came out a croak.

And for a moment Snyder hesitated, and Morris thought he might actually say yes.

"Wait here." He said instead and Morris wasn't brave enough to disobey Snyder when he said things like that. He wished he was.

"Oscar?” Snyder called out, just a little louder than usual.

The banging stopped.

Then the begging started.

Morris shouldn't be here to hear it. He knew he shouldn't, every fibre of his body, every bone and muscle was telling him to sprint back up the stairs, back to the safety of the dorm room where he didn't have to hear this. This mockery of his older brother. It made him uncomfortable down to the marrow his bones; it was wrong.

"Da, da I'm sorry- please jus'- lemme out. Please. I'll be good i swear. I swear- please-"

Snyder didn't answer. Morris was watching his back but could picture the expression on his face.

Oscars voice wavered. Uncertain at the lack of response.

"Da? Da are you-"

"I'm here."

Morris pressed a hand to his mouth to stop himself from making a sound. The lump in the back of his throat was painful and the burning in the backs of his eyes was turning into a pounding headache-

"Da, pl-" a sob. "Please. I don'- what'd I-"

"I'm turning the doorknob. Can you feel it turning.”

"Yeah. Fuck. yeah. Please-"

"I'm right here, Oscar."

"M' sorry. An’ I- I been prayin' like you said. An' I ain't- ain't talked to Mo-" he went quiet. Just for a moment. Morris noticed Snyder had let go of the door knob. "Da?

Snyder had turned around, face expressionless, hand on his cane.

"Da! Da please come back!” The door rattled. “Fuck. Da - Mo-"

Snyder was close enough to slap a hand around Morris's face. Fingernails digging into his cheek. A hissed "not a word," as he all but dragged Morris back toward the stairs

As if Morris would've been able to bring himself to do anything even if Snyder wasn't there.

In there, that person in that room, crying and yelling and so scared. That wasn't Os. It couldn't be. So Morris would wait until Snyder brought him back.

Just like he would on the farm when Oscar acted like nothing had happened, and Morris had his big brother come back home.

[willowisapillow]

💗🎵🐻 Tooty Fruity + Some Headcanons 🐻🎵💗

Recently I’ve been listening to the soundtrack of Banjo Kazooie and Tooie, and just kept on getting violent flashbacks to my cringey Banjo Kazooie phase from my elementary school all the way to my early high school days. And that ofc, inspired me to make some fanart.

This was made as a (late) birthday gift for one of my closest friends I know IRL and online, Gavin, AKA, Funtime Floof/FloofToon15. He enjoys Banjo Kazooie and Rare games in general like me, and I suggest you follow him on Twitter and Instagram, he’s a sweet and funny dude. And this was also made as a (again, late) 26th Anniversary to the game itself! Christ almighty, I can’t believe the series is this old already- 🥲

Tooty, my beloved. She was my main choice because she’s one of my favorite characters in the series. She’s so adorable and pure, but in all honesty, she kinda deserved better. I don’t mind Rare riffing on the fact that she straight up dipped after the first game, but she still had potential to appear in the other games after that. I don’t like how things like Nuts n’ Bolts or TV Tropes describe her as a walking plot device, ‘cause to me, she’s way more than just that.

That aside, since her OG design is pretty simple, working on my human design for her was pretty easy. Kept her iconic outfit and pigtails, and just gave her some cute freckles. Felt like going for a Y2K and kidcore vibe/look for the art. The Banjo Kazooie franchise was introduced in the late 90s, and it’s just oozing with whimsical, cartoony, childish, and colorful themes (especially the first game), so I thought the two aesthetics would be perfect to use.

And as the title also says, I’m gonna be giving y’all some headcanons of mine for Tooty that I came up with a while back.

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• My version of Tooty is a mix between Bubbles from Powerpuff Girls, Lilo from Lilo and Stitch, and Cindy Lou Who from the Grinch. She’s cheerful, but also a little eccentric and does some pretty odd stuff, like one time where she made a cursed peanut butter and pickle sandwich combination. She’s also a curious, pure-hearted little sweetheart, but pretty naive.

• Since the Banjo Kazooie Wiki describes her as spunky and mischievous, I’ve always imagined her as being a tomboy with a girly streak. She loves going on adventures, running around and wearing casual clothing, but doesn’t mind wearing dresses for special occasions, loves stuffed animals, and loves the colors pink and purple.

• Rare enjoys leaving the ages of some of their characters ambiguous, so I headcanon Tooty as being around 7-9 years old.

• Sometimes when she’s too scared to sleep in her room by herself (an example would be when there’s thunder and lightning outside), she goes to Banjo’s room and asks if she can sleep in there with him.

• It’s pretty obvious that Tooty loves and looks up to her big bro Banjo. But I imagine that she inherited her spunk and love for adventure from him, and wants to be just like him when she grows up. But she’s also often haunted by self doubt and insecurity, since she feels like she could never live up to the legacy or fame of him. But luckily, being the S-tier brother that he is, Banjo’s there to lift her spirits and assure her that she’s smart, clever, and capable of being just as great as him.

• As a kid, I’ve always wanted to know whatever the hell happened to Banjo and Tooty’s parents, and I managed to come up with a small backstory for them that I might edit/expand on later. The bear brother and sister were born to two loving parents, Piano and Fiddle. They weren’t living in the greatest conditions, but they all still managed to be a happy, stable family. One day, the couple decided to take a small trip away from home, and the two parents entrusted Banjo to look after Tooty while they were gone. Unfortunately, that would be the last time the siblings ever saw their parents again, as the two were killed in a tragic accident. Banjo was only 17 when he found out about the tragic news, so while he was about to reach adulthood soon, he was still pretty young to nurture his then 5 year old little sis all by himself. That didn’t stop him from taking care of her, and basically promoting himself to parenthood. He fed her, potty trained her, taught her the ABCs, took her out to fun places, and basically made an oath to be the best big brother to Tooty, and to protect her at all costs.

• Tooty doesn’t remember much about her parents, because, again, she was 5 years old when they died. So she always goes to Banjo to have him tell whatever type of silly story about them when they were alive.

• Tooty and Kazooie didn’t have much interactions with each other, but I’ve always seen the two as having a, “aloof older sibling and annoying younger sibling”-esque bond. Kazooie doesn’t throw brutal insults at her like she does with the rest of the characters (especially poor Bottles), but she does call her some teasing nicknames here and there. But she’s not heartless, she does have a soft spot for the little scamp. Tooty sees her as a big sister figure, and Kazooie at one point calls Tooty, “the little sister that she never had”.

• I headcanon Tooty has ADHD. Since she is often seen running around, and being pretty hyperactive in general, so that’s where I got it from. I also imagine her being pretty impatient and impulsive. She doesn’t like waiting for long periods of time, sometimes has trouble following instructions, and gets easily distracted by pretty looking objects. Heck, even Banjo himself has often told her how much of a handful she was while trying to take care of her and calls her, “a living, breathing battery”.

• Since she’s seen eating coconuts at the end of the first game, I headcanon that they’re her favorite food, especially coconut milk. I also think that honey would be another type of food she likes (since she’s, y’know- a bear), but she doesn’t love it as much as coconuts.

• Her other best friends outside of the Banjo Kazooie gang are Dixe and Tiny Kong, and Conker. Since they’re all related to Rare, why not do some crossover friendship stuff. Tooty loves hanging out with the Kong sisters, and especially loves hanging out with Conker. Him and Banjo are childhood buddies, but Banjo still doesn’t want Tooty hanging around him because, well… he’s Conker. But Tooty doesn’t care, and just finds him cool.

• Ever since I’ve heard rumors about Rare planning to have a Banjo Kazooie show during the Nuts n’ Bolts era that never came into fruition, I’ve always made up a Banjo Kazooie show myself, which is something I may or may not go into more detail in the future. And my headcanon choice for Tooty’s voice actor would be Britt McKillip, and the main inspiration for her voice is Hannah Marie from Scary Godmother (AKA, one of my favorite Halloween specials ever). Both are pink wearing, timid little sister characters, so I thought it would be fitting.

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[d3lta-200x]

Hello!

Can i request the Shelby Brothers with a male reader that is like a grandma, like a sweet old lady, that bakes and cooks and knits sweaters adn just takes care of them, but if he finds out someone hurt his babies, he is a wild animal, will absolutely destroy them.

And like a grandma has a lot of pets, doesn't matter which kinda just a lot, maybe a strange type of animal

Shelby Brothers + Michael with a male reader that is like a grandma and has wierd pets but becomes hostile when his S/O is hurt.

TW: cannon typical violence and language :D

MALE GENDER SPECIFIED

B/T = body type

F/C = favourite colour

H/C = hair colour

A/N: of course you can request this, I have enjoyed writing this it was very fun I hope you enjoy reading it just as much. My requests are open.

I Picked pigeon as the animal because they are too cute.

*Thomas Shelby*

You were making some sandwiches and tea. You pigeons Greg and Sam were rubbing against your hand wanting to be fed a bit off the bread, when you heard the door slam. You knew it was Tommy.

Y/N -' I made us some sandwiches and I am just finishing up making the cuppa.'

You turn around to see Tommy's face and clothes covered in blood, he had cuts all over his face and som scattered on his neck.

Y/N -' Tommy are you ok? What happened? Let me get something to clean you up.'

After you patched him up

Y/N -' now tell me who did this to you.'

T/S -' I am fine I have sorted it you don't have to worry about it we just had a difference of opinion.'

Y/N -' you call having a bashed up bloody face a difference in opinion?!'

T/S -' .... * Sigh *, *insert random group name*'

...

Now you are the one returning home covered in blood but with only one or two little scratches.

Your pigeons were calling you into the main room. There sat Tommy in the chair reading. He looked up at you.

T.S -' Jesus Christ what happened to you, you are covered in blood.'

-' don't tell me you actually went after them.'

Y/N -' I couldn't just stand there and watch it happened dear.'

*Arthur Shelby*

Knowing Arthur at this time of night he was probably on the way back from the Garrison in a huff because some stranger was being annoying and complaining about there life.

You heard a bash against the wall the pigeons started flying around and cooing.

You walked to the door and saw Arthur slumped over on the wall with what looks like blood porring from his face

Y/N -' Arthur are you ok, dearest you hear me?'

You tilted his head up to look at you he was half blacked out. You carried him to a seat in the front room and grabbed your med kit and started patching him up.

Y/N -' what happened ?'

A/S -' There was an argument at the bar, I tried to de escalate it but then they dragged in the fact I am a Shelby and., and all I do is fight and cause trouble.'

Y/N -' I know you better then anyone and I know that that's not true.'

A/S -' I know but things escalated even more and they started smacking and punching each other so I had to try and break them up my self.'

Y/N -' do you know them, the ones that started it? I simply just want to have a word with them.'

A/S -' couple of new people who came in I should have known they were truble when they walked in. *Enter discription of 2 people*'

Y/N -' ok you sit tight give my pigeons a bit of company, I will be back in a bit don't worry or stress over anything.'

You went to go have a word with the people who caused it lucky you knew were they lived.

You just had a little word with them

Nothing more nothing less.

Y/N -' Arthur dear I am home you in the front?'

He is in his reading chair slumped over asleep with the pigeons in his arms. You knew it was best to leave him asleep, although you did fix his position so he was comfortable.

*John Shelby*

You were out on a stroll with John holding eachothers hand, because John doesn't care, when a bloke passed by muttering about the two of you

Man -' fook'n slags'

You turned your head to see a man in his 60's with a srumpled up face

Y/N -'what did you say about my boyfriend, do you wanna repeat it mate cause I am all ears.'

Man -' you know what I will you are both slags and gays look at you rott in hell.'

J/S -' do you not know who I am? Do you really wanna fight me that much?'

-' I am a Peaky Blinder, John Shelby, a man you really should not mess with bold of you to say such things'

The man didn't seem fazed at all, so you decide to step in

Y/N -'how dare you say such a thing about me and my boyfriend, have you no dignity?'

The man just stood there and scoffed. You raised your hands ready to fight. John seemed shocked and tried to stop you and calm you down so it doesn't escalate and so you don't cause a fight.

The man did however seem shocked.

J/S -' calm down he's not worth the fight, let's just finish the walk get back home and I will make us a brew, yeah, how does that sound?'

You noded your head in agreement and turned back around and continued the stroll.

*Michael gray*

You and Michael were getting drunk at the garrison laughing and giggling at each other. You were practically on top of each other. His words were sluring and to be honest you couldn't understand what he was saying but dam did he look nice.

I mean he looks nice normally but the alcohol seams to enhance the effects of attraction he had on you.

M/G -' you look so handsome I wanna kiss you baby.'

Y/N -' do you have the guts to kiss me where we are right now, we are not at home dear we are at the garrison, think you can wait till we get back?'

And he did, sort of you got to Polly's doorstep, he couldn't resist any longer than that. It was almost a craving for you and your lips.

He kissed you under that doorstep.

But Polly opened the door on the two of you, you both turned.

P/G -' why on earth are you on my doorstep snogging eachother, get inside will you our family has a bad enough name as it is.'

Polly dragged Michael inside then you and locked the door behind her. Michael then went straight up stairs and you followed close behind.

You both ended pasted out next to eachother.

[fuck-customers]

Shoutout to this absolutely braindead interaction I had at work last night 🤪

I go on break and during that time coworker gets an order for a pizza, but customer refused to take a pager and apparently just said 'ill be back in a bit'

I finish break, see pizza which has been sitting for at least 30 mins at this point, enquire and get told above story. Okay cool beans, guess they can just get cold takeaway or something?? Idfk

Customer never ends up coming back. I keep food in fridge up until close, then chuck it assuming they forgot. Keep receipt for manager incase they need to do a refund tomorrow bc thoughtful employee

2 hours later at 3am 30 minutes after close, I hear a knock on order window and go check

Me: Hi sorry we're closed

Cus: I ordered food, the pizza

Me: I'm sorry... The pizza from... 2 hours ago?

Cus: ye, I told the other guy I'd be back

Me: so... did you give him an exact time?

Cus: No. Just when I was finished.

Me: Okay well I threw it out, because, you know, you ordered it 2 hours ago and never came back.

Cus: So you can just remake it?

Me: no, we're closed. My equipment is off and pulled apart. It'd take at least another 30 mins just to put together and heat up again, ergo I can't remake it. I can give you a refund?

Cus: But I paid for the pizza

Me: Yeah I know. If you had've let my coworker know I could've made it before close for now, but I can't do much beside give you a refund now.

Cus: I'm hungry tho

Me: Well I mean the only thing I have on hand is sandwich bread rn sooo

Cus: Okay, toasted?

Me: No. Again, my equipment is off and pulled apart/soaking

Cus: Well this is inconvenient. What's the point in working in customer service if you're not going to serve the customer?

My dude, my guy, my brother in Christ. You order a pizza 2 hours beforehand. Don't specify when you'll be back, then show up half an hour after close and want me to mess the place up again cause wittle baby is hungwy? 🙂

We ended up in a stalemate with me refusing to inconvenience myself cause customer was a jackass until they finally just opted for a refund. But maybe next time just don't be a total d-bag and if you want something made for 2 hours from that time maybe, idk, FUCKING ASK FOR IT TO BE MADE IN 2 HOURS TIME

[that-gay-jedi]

I'm sure this has been done before but:

[Image description: the Subway sandwich "my brother in Christ" meme. Its text reads, "Dr. Frankenstein be like 'I can't stand to look at my Creature!' My brother in Christ you made the Creature"

[uncontrolledfission]

I love doing the easiest past paper in preparation for my maths A Level only to see i’ve made incredibly stupid mistakes on all of the big questions, costing me 22 marks 😈😈🙏🏼🙏🏼 my brother in Christ this is not what you want in your sandwich

[chalicechipper]

a lot of people want to write not because they think it is the right medium for the story they want to tell, or because they love literature, or because they like to write even, but because they want to actualize a fantasy and writing feels like an accessible way to do that because of our largely literate society. lots of (especially genre fiction) books from contemporary authors seem misplaced in medium, like they were meant for the screen. usually, these authors primarily watch art, not read it, and writing as a skill becomes mercenary. it seems based in a lacking, a desire to make the written word something it isn’t. this is how you end up with br*ndon s*nderson and his lifeless prose holding up meticulous world building like an ikea side table put together wrong.

film and video games are logistically much more complicated than writing and require often very unfamiliar skillsets, and this keeps a lot of stories that were really meant to be a corny fantasy action film from being just that. instead, writers shove these narratives into the novel form without really understanding what the novel is, that it had to be invented, that it isn’t just the default way a story is told.

people are taught how to write, technically, but literary education is so lacking in the general public. so many authors refuse to read, admit they don’t even like books! could you imagine a chef who hates food, who refuses to taste as they cook? yet literature is taken so for granted, as something without depth and purpose, and as essentially a place for worldbuilding masturbation for a guy who really should just be running a dnd campaign.

it’s fine that this writing exists, i’m not saying it shouldn’t, but it’s frustrating how much “advice for writers” comes from this perspective, how so many books are begging on every page to be something other than a book, and how deviating from this approach to writing is viewed by many as stupid and pretentious. i really don’t gaf if people want to read poorly written fantasy novels or write them either, but why is this now the assumed default in so many communities? like, returning to the food comparison, imagine rolling up to a cooking class and they start teaching you how to heat up frozen meals. what’s the fucking point of that?

there are so few writers i see online who genuinely love literature and it’s fucking depressing. i’ve even come across this in creative writing courses! i had classmates in undergrad who didn’t like reading poetry but wanted to write it, and guess what, their poetry was bad!!!!! they’re entitled to write their shit poetry, but my brother in christ you made the sandwich!!! you are in a creative writing degree program!!!!!!!!! the whole point is to learn how to write and i’m sorry to have to break the fucking news but that’s gonna involve some READING!

[janyxbeloved]

I'm going back to school next week, some ocxcanon for the soul, I guess-

How Christmas break has me, knowing I'm going back to school soon so I can see my pookies again but exams are a week after we get back and I didn't study shit:

‼️MODERN AU(A little bit of Kimetsu academy added)+OCS INCLUDED‼️

Ps. I'm still trying to figure how my writing style

She loves me, loves me not...?

Summary:

During dismissal time, Muichiro plucks the petals of flowers - Remembering an old childhood tale doing so, he decides to determine his future with the girl that he trips over his shoelaces for. President of the Sci-math literature club, Ichiinama Hanakitsune. He wonders why a girl like her made HIM of all people trip on his own shoelaces - Her gentle smile, her willingness to help others... What's not to like?

"I'd stay cancel my flights change everything just to be in your life, homesick, but I'd leave it behind to be with you night after night." - MICO

Yuichiro was eating his sandwich, he didn't eat afternoon break so he just ate the sandwich his mom packed him. Muichiro on the other hand was plucking flowers mindlessly, they were just waiting for the bus of their aunt, Tsubaki, who's a first year nursing student in the nearby university.

"Why can't we just walk to her university?" Yuichiro complained.

"On going reconstruction in the commercial building next to the univeristy, do you want to be crushed by a metal rod? Besides, I'm too lazy to walk..." Muichiro said blankly, it's like Yuichiro has a death wish or something! "Besides, gramps said to wait for her. You can wait an extra thirty minutes to one hour." Muichiro shrugged while still mindlessly plucking flower petals.

"This will take a while..." Yuichiro grumbled under his breath. Sneaking glances at what Muichiro's doing. "What the hell are you doing?" He added.

Muichiro shrugged, continuing to pluck out flowers - Mumbling a good old timey phrase - "She loves me, she loves me not."

Yuichiro groaned, "Seriously...? You still believe in that trash of a fortune telling game...?"

"I do, now shush." Muichiro was still plucking the petals...

"... I will never understand you." Yuichiro sighed. "Not like you stand a chance with whoever THAT is..."

"Oh shut up, Yui... It's not like I'm gonna pursue who ever this is anyway..." What a lair Muichiro was... He probably gets it from someone in his family...

"Keep lying like that and see if you'll ever get a job." Yuichiro scoffed. "But seriously, who is it?"

"... I'm not saying!" Muichiro had a pinkish hue on his cheeks before slapping Yuichiro on the back of his head. That's gotta hurt-

"OW- Jesus Christ! Learn to take a joke-" Yuichiro said after getting the back of his head slapped. "You're seriously not gonna tell me though?"

"Nope! Nuh-uh." Muichiro shook his head.

"Ehh... I'm gonna guess until your ears turn red." Yuichiro smirked, he was gonna have a field day...

"Lemme guess... Aoi?" Yuichiro raised an eyebrow, no red ears.

"Nice try, but no. She's with Genya." Muichiro shook his head.

"Hmm... Kanao?" Yuichiro asked again.

"Not my type." Muichiro shook his head once more.

"Hm... Is it Ichiinama?" Yuichiro asked. Noticing his twin's ears redden as she scurried to cover them.

"H-Her? Nah!" Muichiro stuttered to get out.

"AHA! You're lying!" Yuichiro pointed out. "I should've known sooner!" Yuichiro chuckled out, watching Ichiinama exit the school ground, accompanied by the guidance counsellor, her older sister, Jurei Hanakitsune.

"S-Shhh! Don't be so loud!" Muichiro silenced his twin brother.

"Alright - But this isn't over. I have blackmail against you now." Yuichiro pinched Muichiro's cheek.

"Mom and dad know." Muichiro decided to cut Yuichiro's victory short.

"Ah damn it-" Yuichiro shouldn't have celebrated so soon.

"Yeah, you can't blackmail me into doing anything for you." Muichiro shrugged.

"Are you gonna ask her out soon though?" Yuichiro asked.

"... One day. And I hope she says yes." Muichiro shrugged while Yuichiro nodded.

"HEY! It's time to go!" The familiar voice of Tsubaki said, honking the horn of her car, the twins got up and ran to the car of their auntie and headed home.

Ps. I know that it wasn't confirmed that Michikatsu and the Tokito family are related in the gauken but you can't blame me for doing this, I was BORED.

Pss. I might do a series called "The process of courtship" or give it a Filipino title called "Sinta ko'ng liniligawan", but being the indecisive little fuck I am, I can't start it.

Psss. I'm gonna have an external crisis. I KNOW THE TITLE DOESNT MATCH THE CONTENTS BUT LIKE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITE THIS??? And yes I ship GenAoi whatchu gonna do about it

[princess-of-the-corner]

This isn't really about anything, but where did My mother fucken Arceus come from...

I go 'Oh My Gods' Or 'I swears to Gods' thanks to the Pjo series *shrugs*

So it's an evolving meme? Of sorts?

The original was one going around regarding subway sandwiches of the idea of just. "my subway sandwich sucks" my brother in christ you made the sandwich!!'(as subway is a place where you choose what goes on the sandwich).

That in itself got memed of like. Self-fulfilling prophecy type of situations or the lack of awareness of hypocrisy or the situation of their own making.

Then it got to a bit of the gender-neutral with it going from 'brother' to trying to find a word that fit and Motherfucker ended up being better than just 'person' (though motherperson gets a fair vote).

Then it was just kinda. I think the Arceus bit was a joke on not saying God or something? Wait actually I think that originated when I was actually talking on some pokemon stuff and used it in-universe.

And now it's just kinda? Rolled into a saying.

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Happy Blorbo Blursday yourself! Please, please tell me why everyone wants to drag Reeve? I love it, but I'm curious!

LMAO. Thank you so much for this, love. I'm going to include an excerpt but let me try to explain too.

The problem is everything about Reeve should traditionally make him one of those smooth, cool characters.

He's a high-level telepath

He's smart

He's a trained killer

He's had some spy training

He's queer

He's mad attractive

He's a leader

He has a classic car

He cares about his appearance

AND YET HE WILL NOT ALLOW IT.

He's a dweeb. Full stop.

Reeve was that teacher's pet. If he worked in an office, he'd probably tattle on people taking long lunches and never, ever bring stationary home with him--but he's the team leader of what is essentially a small hit squad so that makes it worse. His aloofness could be sexy but instead, he leans into pathetic-yet-pretentious. I mean, we love him to death for it but he's so easy to make fun of.

Here's an excerpt from Arc 1 (Gareth's POV) where they get after him about it:

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Alex whistled, startling them both out of their exchange. “You’re looking spiffy.”

Reeve’s shirt and slacks, because the man actually wore slacks, were pressed with neat creases and he’d put some extra effort into his hair. 

“He’s got a hot date with Julie,” Hannah teased, coming in from the living room, her hand extended to Reeve for him to take his phone.

“It’s coffee.”

“Who’s she again?” Gareth asked, passing a plate with a sandwich to Alex.

“She works at the corner store in town on Second Street,” Reeve said in a monotone. 

“You know, the one we go to all the time? Brunette, little nose,” Hannah added as she plopped into the seat across from Alex. 

“Oh, yeah.” Gareth leaned his back against the counter and took a bite of his own sandwich. “What the hell do you have in common with her?”

Reeve slipped his phone into his pocket and cocked his head. “Not sure if I should take relationship advice from someone who needs to check what county he’s in when going to meet a date.”

Alex turned to Gareth and quipped, “It’s really cute that he thinks you’re concerned about whether or not the sex worker is licensed.”

Gareth nearly choked. Psychometrists, telepaths, empaths, the fucking lot of them. But he was relieved to see some life returning to the kid, even if it was mostly bravado to cover up nerves.

“Alex,” Reeve started, but was cut off.

“Who does she think I am?” Alex asked. Explaining the strange set of roommates with no discernible jobs was part of why Gareth found it easier not to deal with the whole dating scene.

Hannah smirked. “My half-brother.” Alex rolled his eyes at her, but she gave Reeve a kind look. “I think it’s nice. She’s pretty.”

“She’s not that cute,” Alex muttered.

Reeve crossed his arms. “Yes, well, you’re the only person in this house not at least a little attracted to women, so I hope you won't mind too much if I ignore your opinion.”

Gareth watched Hannah’s eyebrows attempt to make an escape off the top of her head as she dropped her jaw and looked at him. Gareth wrinkled his nose at her in response. This wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Je-sus-Christ,” Alex snapped. “Touchy much?” He looked annoyed, but any fear or vulnerability he’d shown earlier by the shooting range was nowhere to be found. 

Reeve closed his eyes. “I’m sorry. I can get reactive when people are purposefully embarrassing me.” 

Which was an extremely Reeve thing to say. 

Alex processed that for a moment. “Oh my god, you’re such a robotic nerd.”

Reeve gave an unamused frown.

Gareth shook his head then smiled pointedly at Alex. “You’ll learn to ignore Reeve. He’s just got a nasty case of T.L.S.” 

Reeve’s head snapped back. “Where the hell did you hear about that?” 

Hannah put her fist over her mouth as she choked on a laugh. “That was me.”

Reeve made a face. “You grew up in a Mars foster, why the hell did that ever--”

“Hey,” Alex interrupted, his face flushed. “What the fuck is T.L.S.?” 

Gareth did his best to keep from laughing long enough to speak. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to lighten the mood.”

“It stands for Team Leader Syndrome,” Hannah explained.

Alex’s brow furrowed. “So it’s the big head you get from being in charge?”

“That’s not accurate,” Reeve replied from between his teeth. 

“Sounds right to me,” Gareth shrugged.

Reeve let out one of his long-suffering sighs. “It’s a set of personality traits that result in being tapped to lead.” 

“Like what?”

“Like being organized, detail-oriented, decisive…”

Hannah continued counting off on her fingers, “Practical to the point of ignoring social graces, a buzzkill, a know-it-all…”

“Sounding like a robotic nerd?” Gareth added.

“Okay, okay.” Reeve glared at him. “He gets the idea.” He turned to Alex. “I apologize.”

“It’s cool,” Alex said, all straight faced. “You can’t help it. It’s part of your condition and I’d be a real ass holding that against you.”

Hannah and Gareth lost it.

“Are you happy now?” Reeve asked Gareth.

He nodded, trying to rein in his chuckling, and failed.  

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[For the record, as a telepath Reeve has the advantage and disadvantage of knowing what people really think about him. So he gets the "omg Reeve why have you never heard of fun???" thoughts but also knows how much they care about him so their dragging doesn't bother him.]

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[wyrmguardsecrets]

Calling your drama doc any kind of 'festo' is high key weird my guy. It's giving right wing nut job.

But in the drama itself... Your dude made a gross comment, trolling or not, that he shouldn't have made. And instead of apologizing, yall doubled down. Instead of recognizing yall made someone uncomfortable, you doubled down.

My brother in christ you made the sandwich.

This isn't to say the other people are not in the wrong because I don't fuck with nazis or their sympathizers(which is funny because your dudes got a history but w/e) but literally this wouldn't been happening if your guy wasn't being gross and uncomfortable towards someone.

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