#okay i’m going to sound totally unhinged i know

[inkykeiji]

(^q^)

[swappermanent]

The Freeloader

I think Brian resents me a little bit sometimes. I can see it in the way he sighs when he gets home and finds the mess I’ve made. Or how he mutters under his breath when he has to clean up after me. It’s the little things, you know? The unspoken tension of living with someone who doesn’t quite pull their weight.

After all, I am a freeloader. I stay in his apartment rent-free, eat food I didn’t buy, and, let’s face it, I don’t exactly contribute to the household chores. The dishes? Never done them. Laundry? Forget it. I’ve even been known to, uh, occasionally puke on the floor and not clean it up. Not my proudest moments.

Brian’s patience is admirable, really. He’s a good guy, but I get it—dealing with me isn’t always easy.

Maybe I should give you a bit more context. Because I’m starting to sound like the world’s worst roommate.

I’m Oscar. And I’m a border collie.

Yeah, that’s right. A dog. Brian adopted me as a puppy about five years ago. Back then, I was just a tiny ball of fur, all wobbly legs and oversized ears. I don’t remember much about that first day, but I do remember Brian’s face. He looked so happy, like he’d just won the lottery or something.

“Hey there, little guy,” he’d said, crouching down to meet me. His voice was warm, and his hand smelled like leather and soap. “You’re coming home with me.”

I’d wagged my tail so hard I nearly tipped over.

Brian named me Oscar because, according to him, I “looked like an Oscar.” I still have no idea what that means. Is it a compliment? An insult? A random name pulled out of thin air? Who knows. Humans are weird.

Speaking of weird things—Brian decided to do something truly odd last week. And when I say odd, I mean completely unhinged.

It started with him bursting through the door, practically tripping over his own feet. In his hand was a small package wrapped in plain brown paper. His face was lit up with this manic excitement, like he’d just discovered the secret to immortality or something.

“Oscar!” he said, grinning like a lunatic. “You’re not gonna believe this.”

I tilted my head, ears perked, doing my best What now, human? expression. He tore the package open with the enthusiasm of a kid on Christmas morning. Inside was… well, I didn’t know what it was. It looked like a gadget from one of those sci-fi shows he loves—small, sleek, covered in blinking lights and wires.

He knelt down to my level, holding the device out like it was a sacred relic. “Okay, bud. This is going to sound crazy, but hear me out. We’re about to do something revolutionary.”

I barked once, a sharp, skeptical sound.

He laughed. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re gonna love it.” He held the device up and fiddled with some buttons. “This little beauty here? It’s going to let us switch places. You’re going to become me, and I’m going to become you.”

I froze. Did he just say…? No. No way. He couldn’t mean—

Brian must’ve noticed my horrified expression because he quickly added, “Don’t worry, it’ll be quick. Totally painless!” He paused and then muttered, “Well, mostly painless.”

I barked again, this time louder, more insistent. Brian, what are you doing?

“Relax, Oscar.” He ruffled my fur absentmindedly and pulled a folded letter from his pocket, tossing it onto the table. “That’ll explain everything. You can read it later.”

Read it? I thought, incredulously. I’m a dog, Brian. I can’t—oh. Oh no.

Before I could react, he strapped one end of the device to my head and the other to his own. The straps were snug, and the metal pressed against my fur uncomfortably. I started barking frantically, thrashing to shake it off, but Brian was determined.

“It’s going to be fine,” he said, his voice oddly calm. “Just trust me.”

Trust him? He was about to Frankenstein us into a science experiment! I tried to pull away, but then he pressed a button, and everything went white.

An electric shock surged through my body, like a lightning bolt exploding inside me. I yelped—no, I screamed. The world around me blurred and twisted, the sounds of Brian’s voice and my barking melting into a chaotic whirlwind.

When the light finally faded, I gasped for air, my chest heaving. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. My limbs felt strange—too long, too heavy. I looked down and nearly fainted. Hands. I had hands. Fingers. Thumbs. I touched my face and felt smooth skin where there should have been fur.

I stumbled to my feet—human feet—and looked around. My gaze fell on Brian—or rather, what used to be Brian. Now, sitting where he’d been moments ago, was a dog. Not a border collie like I’d been, but a scruffy-looking mutt with wiry fur and floppy ears.

He was barking like mad, pacing in frantic circles.

“Brian?” I croaked. My voice was strange—deep and raspy. I slapped a hand over my mouth, shocked at the sound.

Brian—Dog Brian—stopped barking and stared at me. His tail wagged hesitantly, and then he barked again, as if to say, What the hell just happened?

I turned back to the table and grabbed the letter with trembling hands. It was addressed to me—well, to “Oscar.”

With a shaky breath, I unfolded it and began to read.

I unfolded the letter and started to read, my new hands shaking slightly.

"Dear Oscar,

I know this is going to sound crazy, but if you’re reading this, then everything worked (kind of, I hope). First, I need to explain something. I’ve been burning the candle at both ends for the past year. Two jobs, skyrocketing rent, inflation—I’m barely keeping my head above water. It has been rough, man.

I haven’t had a break in so long, and I’m… I’m tired, Oscar. Really tired. I thought about taking a vacation, but that’s impossible when you’re me. Then I found this device online—don’t ask me where. It promised a way to swap places. I thought, hey, why not?

So, here’s the deal: I need you to step into my shoes for a few weeks. Go to work for me, handle the apartment, just… keep things running while I take a much-needed break as a dog. You’ll get to experience life as a human, which has to be interesting for you, right? Win-win!

If something goes wrong or you decide you really don’t want to do this, you’ll have to wait 24 hours before the device can be used again to switch us back.

Thanks for being my best friend, Oscar. I know you’ve got this.

—Brian”

I stared at the letter, my new heart pounding. Then, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. Staring back at me was a man—a tall, broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper-bearded man.

My mind reeled. Brian had clearly thought I’d end up in his body, but that wasn’t what had happened at all. Instead, I was in some completely different human form. And judging by the frantic barking from Dog Brian, this was as much of a shock to him as it was to me.

“Brian!” I said, my voice deep and gravelly. He stopped barking and tilted his head, his floppy ears twitching. “This isn’t what you planned, is it?”

He let out a series of short, high-pitched barks, spinning in a circle. I had no idea what he was trying to say, but his agitation was clear.

I sighed, leaning heavily against the table. “I guess we’re stuck like this for at least a little bit now.”

I turned my attention to back myself in the mirror. My new self. Slowly, I held up my hands, turning them over to examine the calloused palms and long fingers. They were strong and well-defined. My arms were muscular, the veins faintly visible under the skin. I ran a hand over my face, feeling the thick beard and the sharp line of my jaw. My hair was thick, dark with streaks of gray at the temples.

I took a step closer, staring in disbelief. “I… I’m hot?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. “Holy crap, I didn’t realize humans could look like this.”

Brian—er, Dog Brian—let out a loud, sharp bark, clearly unimpressed with my self-discovery. He pawed at the ground and then sat, glaring at me with the kind of judgment only a dog—or a former human—could muster.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I said, grinning despite myself. “This is your fault, you know. If you’d done your research, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Brian had always been kind of short and pudgy, with a perpetual look of exhaustion. But this body? This was something else. I was tall, lean, and athletic, with strong hands and long legs. And the beard? Come on. I looked older than Brian—probably because five in dog years is, what, thirty-five in human years? But it suited me.

I flexed my arms experimentally. “I guess being an athletic and handsome dog translates into being an athletic and handsome human,” I said with a smirk.

Brian barked again, this time a low, annoyed growl.

“Relax,” I said, ruffling his wiry fur. “It’s only 24 hours. We’ll figure this out. In the meantime…” I glanced around the apartment, taking in the cluttered mess of dishes, laundry, and takeout boxes. “Looks like I’ve got some time to kill. Maybe I’ll clean up a little. You know, since I’ve got thumbs now.”

Then, I felt a stirring in my groin and thought to myself, "or maybe there's a better use for these hands in the meantime."

[julietsbb]

so pondphuwin legal drama tv show where phuwin is a famous boxer with anger issues and pond is a defence lawyer

brought to you by a) pw being cute and doing silly boxing moves as they were shooting stuff for promoting fancon b) the pictures on pond in specs today and c) ppw in suits (and d) i want more unhinged angry phuwin content HE WOULD DO IT SO WELL and e) I want pond in more three piece suits and glasses and I’m desperate for him to have another role where he gets to sound intelligent/smart)

so Phuwin absolutely loses his shit at some asshole and beats him bloody I don’t care if it was justified or not or betty or righteous doesn’t matter but the dude hits him with an assault charge

And Phuwin can’t go to jail because then he can’t box and that would make him lose his mind because it’s the only way he knows to process his anger so IN COMES DEFENCE LAWYER POND who doesn’t even fucking want this case, he spends his time defending like, actually down on their luck people who deserves an extra chance BUT he’s also working in a corporate word that needs to make money and his boss told him to take the case because he’s friends with phuwin’s agent and pond is the bestest or some such and he owes his boss a favour

Anyways they obviously hate each other because phuwin’s anger at the entire situation keeps going off and makes pond’s job harder etc etc (also both of them are very attractive and they also hate that about each other)

And so it’s the night before the first hearing (they’ve been trying to dig up stuff to discredit the victim somehow) and pond snaps and is like “Jesus Christ if it can stop you from going off in court tomorrow just punch ME and get it out of your system I would prefer that actually” (it’s 2am and he has no filter left)

And pw’s character is like “????? what”

And pond is like “never mind I’m just tired” and pw’s like “no wait punching you sounds good actually could we do that because I’ve been wanting to punch your stupid fucking face with your stupid fucking glasses—“ and pond’s like “well if you’re punching me it’s sure as fuck not on my face because a) I need my glasses and b) it wouldn’t actually help your case if I showed up looking like my client with the assault charge just assaulted me, so it would defeat the purpose of it all” and then pw’s like well where the fuck can I hit you then and pond gives it serious consideration and it becomes, slowly, apparent, that he Knows Things™️ about being hit, saying stuff like “the meat of my thighs if I sit down or my buttocks if I’m lying down somewhere but that would be more awkward. possibly my chest too but let’s avoid my diaphragm and gut area” and like, he gets up and takes off his jacket???? and tie!??? and phuwin’s like “????????” but it also kind of makes him want to hit him more and pond tells him to control his punches so they don’t accidentally hit somewhere they shouldn’t and phuwin laughs in his face because don’t he know he’s talking to a professional boxer actually??

And so they find some way Phu gets to punch him in a way that’s Safe Sane and Consensual and phuwin thinks it’s weird as shit wtf kinda lawyer did they GIVE him but he…… can’t deny he feels better afterwards. And pond gets some MEAN bruises but they’re all covered up by clothes so it’s fine actually as he’d hoped his brain is much clearer after (actually after the first two punches pond has to tell him that he can hit harder than that it’s okay. phuwin hits harder)

Anyways court the next day isn’t a total disaster they haven’t lost YET bought themselves some more time the team celebrates with a beer that evening and they’re the only two left and phuwin’s tongue is loose enough to ask about it and pond’s is loose enough to answer, tell him about how people can enjoy pain in different ways, how it’s something he practises on occasion but has done so for a good long while and Phuwin is like o______o and like… “so it’s not just… punches?” And pond laughs in his face and tells him about how there’s a million different ways and types and personally he would usually prefer a heavy flogger to his back on a normal day but he’s tried this and that.

And phuwin’s char is FASCINATED and his fingers are starting to itch like they usually do for a boxing glove but less familiar and well worn, more new and existing. Exhilarating.

Anyways so Phuwin gets a new way to channel his anger and becomes the calmer for it in the rest of his life and pond guides him through it all very patiently whilst a) having a Great Time but also b) having a very Bad Time because he’s entering into a non-work intimate-but-not-sexual (yet) relationship with Important But Obnoxious Work Client (who really is less obnoxious once his shoulders unclench)

Also phuwin’s character has a cat that’s as aggressive as he is.

(Ps: maybe it turns out the “victim” was actually paid by one of pw’s competitors to deliberately piss him off to sabotage him or something I don’t know but they discover SOMETHING shady and thus there is plot they can bond over)

(Pps: they fall in love your honour)

[i2rizz]

Chinese tiktok spy x reader?? Pt.1

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It was supposed to be a quiet night. You were curled up on your bed, scrolling aimlessly through TikTok, the sound of repetitive trends and oddly satisfying videos filling the room. Just as you landed on a bizarre clip of someone deep-cleaning their bathroom grout, your phone froze.

“Not now,” you muttered, tapping the screen.

The screen went black. Then, a loading symbol appeared, spinning ominously.

Before you could reboot it, a stranger’s face appeared on your phone.

Sharp jawline. Piercing eyes. The kind of lips that made you forget how to form coherent thoughts. He leaned forward, looking like he’d stepped out of an anime villain audition.

"Hello, [Your Name]."

You blinked. "Okay, first of all, how do you know my name? Second, who are you, and why do you look like you’re about to sell me cryptocurrency?”

He arched an elegant eyebrow. “Your humor won’t save you. I’ve been watching you.”

“Great. Love a good stalker moment. Do I call you ‘hacker bro’ or ‘random internet creep?’”

His smirk deepened, and his voice dropped into something smooth and low. “You’re bold for someone whose entire digital footprint is in my hands.”

You snorted. “And you’re bold for thinking I care. What are you gonna do? Leak my terrible Spotify playlists? Share my late-night Google searches about how to get ketchup stains out of jeans?”

He faltered, just a little. “Do you even understand the gravity of this situation? I’ve hacked into your data—TikTok, Instagram, emails, even your webcam.”

“Ooooh,” you said, mock-shivering. “Scary. Look, I’m Gen Z. I grew up being tracked. Instagram, Google, my fridge- I've already made peace with the fact that privacy is a myth, and if China wants my data, they can have it. Hell, I’ll mail my DNA to the Chinese Communist Party if they ask nicely.”

His expression faltered. "But I could leak your data. Embarrassing photos, your messages, even your-"

"Leak it!" you interrupted with a grin. "Post it on Reddit! I'll even help it go viral."

-“You’re insane.”

“Insanely unimpressed,” you shot back. “What’s your endgame here, Hacker Hottie? You gonna steal my identity and live as me? Good luck paying off my student loans.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something in Mandarin. You caught the words for “impossible” and “crazy.”

“Listen,” he said, his voice sharper now. “I could ruin you. Delete everything. Expose your private life. Shut down your accounts.”

"Uh huh, soo," you said, resting your chin on your hand. "Forget the data stuff. What's your skincare routine? Are you single? Do you want my Snapchat?"

"This isn't how this is supposed to go," he muttered, still pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're supposed to be begging me not to destroy your life."

You gasped dramatically. "Oh nooo," you said, deadpan. "Please don't tell the world I spent three hours watching slime videos last night. However will I recover?"

“Unbelievable,” he muttered. “You’re completely unhinged.”

“Unhinged? Nah, I’m just resourceful,” you replied. “By the way, this whole villain monologue thing? Super hot. Ten out of ten.”

He gaped at you, visibly thrown off his rhythm. “You’re flirting with me while I threaten to destroy your digital life?”

“Yep. And if you’re done threatening me, how about you give me your number? Or your WeChat ID? Whichever’s easier for you.”

His expression shifted from incredulous to… disgust? Horror? “You’re… not right in the mind.”

“Thanks, I get that a lot,” you said. “So, what’s it gonna be, Hacker Hottie? You gonna follow through on your threats, or are we skipping to the part where you admit you’re obsessed with me?”

“Obsessed? Hardly,” he scoffed. “I just… find you peculiar.”

“Peculiar is code for ‘intriguing,’ which is code for ‘totally into me,’” you said with a wink.

He rolled his eyes but didn’t disconnect. Instead, he leaned closer to the screen, his face filling your view. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood tonight. Otherwise—”

“Oh no,” you interrupted, gasping dramatically. “Not my terrible selfies and bookmarked thirst traps!?”

He groaned audibly. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re still here,” you pointed out. “What does that say about you?”

For a moment, the connection flickered, and you thought he might finally leave. But then, his voice came through, softer this time.

“You’re reckless. You don’t even know me, and yet you’re… comfortable.”

“Should I be uncomfortable?” you asked.

“You should be terrified.”

“Well, I’m not,” you said. “You’re hot, and this is the most excitement I’ve had all week. So, what’s next?”

There was a long pause before he finally spoke. “Goodbye, [Your Name].”

And just like that, he was gone. Your phone rebooted, the TikTok app still open on the same grout-cleaning video you’d been watching earlier.

You stared at it, a bemused smile on your face. “Well,” you muttered to yourself, “if that’s what being spied on feels like, maybe I need to post more thirst traps.”

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Call me crazy but i wrote what i wrote (part two is out :) )

[elrondsscribe]

Okay so here’s the thing. I freely admit I am Big Stupid. I forget things constantly. The Vampire Chronicles is a layered tale packed with constant retcons and gaps getting filled. Whole chunks of characters’ stories slip my mind on the reg.

So I understand I may be missing something major.

But.

From where I’m standing … I know that Armand was v upset when it happened, and given everything he’d been through to that point he’s absolutely allowed to be upset; but did Marius do wrong by turning Sybelle and Benjamin?

Hear me out: the rule of this universe wrt humans who tango with vampires is there’s only three eventual outcomes: death, madness, or vampirism. Obvs if Armand had his choice at that point in the series he’d have preferred them to have regular human lifespans and eventually die, but 1) given his history with Daniel, who knows if he wouldn’t eventually have changed his mind, and 2) it might not have been what they necessarily wanted for themselves. Cause the way both Sybelle and Benji talk makes it sound like they might’ve actually asked Marius to get vamped??

(And Pandora? Or wtf was Pandora even doing while all this was happening? She was there, what was she doing?)

Because here’s their response to it:

(…) Sybelle rose from the piano, and with her arms out ran to me. And Benji, who had been watching all the while, rushed to me also, and they imprisoned me gently in their tender arms.

“Oh, Armand, don’t be angry, don’t be, don’t be sad,” Sybelle cried softly against my ear. “Oh, my magnificent Armand, don’t be sad, don’t be. Don’t be cross. We’re with you forever.”

“Armand, we are with you! He did the magic,” cried Benji. “We didn’t have to be born from black eggs, you Dybbuk, to tell us such a tale! Armand, we will never die now, we will never be sick, and never hurt and never afraid again.” He jumped up and down with glee and spun in another mirthful circle, astonished and laughing at his new vigor, that he could leap so high and with such grace. “Armand, we are so happy.”

“Oh, yes, please,” cried Sybelle softly in her deeper gentler voice. “I love you so much, Armand, I love you so very very much. We had to do it. We had to. We had to do it, to always and forever be with you.”

Like, in the immediate aftermath, they’re both over the moon about it; they’ve even fed already. Later in the Prince Lestat era, they both seem fine; like I’m not recalling any major fledgling angst.

Claudia was eternally unlucky, and she was intensely lonely. Her relationships with both Lestat and Louis were complicated and strained (to the point that she tried to kill Lestat), she didn’t really have peers, and by the time she finally got a companion Armand was already engineering her death.

Daniel gradually went unhinged for a decade before becoming a vampire, and Armand might’ve blamed himself for Daniel’s full-fledged insanity afterward but it sounds to me like even if he’d somehow survived that horrible night he’d have lost his mind anyway. (By the way, who was it that kept Daniel fed while he was in that madness, huh?)

Benjamin and Sybelle are super lucky, relatively speaking; they have each other as peers, and Armand is somewhere between a peer and a guardian. From what we see in the PL era, they have their pursuits, they have a place in the vampire world — as fledgling vampires go, they seem to have as close to an ideal life as fledgling vampires get.

And like,, they got what they wanted: their Forever With Armand, with the sweet bonus of less physical harm to fear. And in the long run, after the … Veil-induced mania? wears all the way off, it seems like Armand isn’t that unhappy about it either.

So.

As much as Armand is totally allowed to have his feelings about it in the moment, all things considered it doesn’t seem like Marius “ruined” much of anything by turning them. At least not to me.

(Marius and Pandora? Tf was she doing?!)

[wynnyfryd]

from is this your card? pt 2

“Just invite him to play cards with you,” Robin suggests around a massive bite of pizza.

“Shit, Birdy,” he whistles, looking over at her with some mix of awe and alarm. Girl’s gonna choke herself someday. “Thought I was the gremlin in this friendship.”

“Wha’?” She tries to protest; there’s sauce all over her chin.

“Unhinge your jaw like a snake next time, save yourself the trouble.”

She bounces on the lumpy couch cushion, overcome with that specific excitement she gets right before she word-vomits useless trivia. “Did you know a python can open its mouth up to a hundred and eighty degrees?”

Eddie stares at her blankly.

Robin squirms.

“…What about a king cobra?”

“One-thirty-five,” she answers without missing a beat and reaches for a second slice, dropping the uneaten crust back in the box. “And, anyway, I take it back. You’re not allowed to invite Steve over or hang out with him without me because the two of you are going to be a total nightmare for me if you ever manage to get it together and start going out.”

Eddie arranges her abandoned crust beneath two pieces of pepperoni on his paper plate to make a frowny face. “But Robi-i-inn,” he whines, pitching his voice all high and stupid.

“Please tell Mr. Pepperoni that his pouting game needs work and that I am not swayed.”

“Rude.” He discards his plate and flops back on the couch with a put-out groan. Slings an arm over his eyes just to be dramatic. “This would be so much easier if he weren’t so intimidatingly hot. Why does he have to be so hot?”

Robin sucks a lump of cheese off her thumb. “I don’t know. Is he hot?”

“Dude.” Eddie sits back up, eyeing her with a blank stare and considering tossing her ass out of his living room. Is Steve Harrington hot? IS STEVE HARRINGTON HOT? Jesus Christ.

“What? He’s hairy, okay? Point your creepy laser vision somewhere else!”

“Excuse you! My eyes are not creepy! I have it on good authority that they’re pretty.”

“They’re piercing.”

“Whatever. You just can’t appreciate my beauty, Buckley. Or Steve’s, apparently.”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

Robin and Eddie whip around, matching deer-in-headlights expressions at the sound of another voice in the room, and there’s Steve, suddenly, leaning against the door frame (Eddie has no idea how; dude’s a ninja or some shit), looking bashful but quietly pleased with his arms folded across his chest. Eddie desperately wants to bite the ring of freckles blooming on his tanned forearm.

He looks at Robin, and they both turn back to Steve and oh so elegantly bleat out: “Uhhhh…”

Smooth. Good save, Munson, real nice.

Robin pulls it together first, smiles wide and says, “Hi, Steve. Eddie was just being a homophobe as usual.”

“Dude! You have got to stop fucking accusing me of that shit, I’m literally gay!”

“Gay men are not immune to lesbophobia, Edward. It’s honestly a little concerning that you don’t know that.”

“Oh, holy shit, why do I hang out with you?”

Robin licks her teeth in smug delight and kicks at his thigh. “Because you cherish our time together.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“You think I’m an undeniable joy.”

“Steve. Steve, please get her out of my house.”

Eddie puts his head in his hands, but Robin’s picking up steam now, hopping up onto the couch cushion and brandishing a pizza crust like a torch, hoisting it high into the air, exclaiming, “Nay! A light, even! A shining beacon in your sad, dark little life!”

“Steve, I am begging you, man.”

Steve’s a real one because he doesn’t say a word, just crosses the room and chucks Robin over his shoulder like a sack of flour and carries her flailing out onto the front porch.

[overwhelmedfernfrond]

A bit of one of my stories! I wrote this a while ago, so I’m sure it’s got flaws, but alas! Nothing’s perfect :)

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The purplish scars were surely still there, matching her namesake, the blueberry. But in the darkness, she couldn’t see them, and it was oddly comforting.

“Deep breaths, Miinan.” She whispered aloud, her voice startling even herself, like an arrow puncturing through the deafening silence. “You’re safe here. Just sleep.”

A shaky sigh escaped her lips, breaths hitching in her throat. She fixed her eyes on the soft beam of light that shone through the crack underneath the door. Nobody was going to come into the room, anyways. She was okay.

“Ahhhhh!”

Miinan jolted awake to the sound of a bloodcurdling scream. She had finally managed to drift into an uneasy sleep, but that comfort was gone, slipping through her fingers like a stream of clean water disappearing down the cracked drain of her uncle’s shoddy house where she’d been ‘raised’.

“What in the name of–?!” Amara’s voice yelped, jarring in the total darkness. Multiple thudding sounds followed in quick succession, although Miinan couldn’t guess what they were caused by– each came from a different direction.

“No, please, don’t leave her, take her too! No, I don’t want to leave! Please–! I can’t lose her too–” These words were spoken, rather unexpectedly, by Chi’un; Miinan realized that she must have been the one who’d screamed, too. The girl’s voice was unhinged– not at all the cold and collected tone she adopted during the daytime. It sounded as if some terrible being was stretching her vocal cords, forcing her voice to create the unnatural shrieking sounds.

“Someone turn on the lights!” Another voice screamed, although Miinan couldn’t tell who it belonged to. She leapt to her feet, flipping the light switch on the wall next to her bunk.

Harsh fluorescent lighting illuminated the scene: Miinan stood, shell-shocked, not having realized how frantic her breaths were from the sounds of screaming. Her nightshirt stuck to her skin, brown eyes wide with panic.

Sitting up cross-legged on her own bed was Chi’un, tear tracks staining her cheeks. Her onyx eyes were open but unseeing, lips parted in a silent sob. Halfway down the ladder from the top bunk was Isabella, who clutched her left leg to her chest, grimacing in pain. Presumably, one of the banging sounds Miinan had heard must’ve been Isabella bumping her knee on the wooden ladder in the darkness.

Amara, who looked the calmest out of all of them, had hopped down from her own bed, dark curls ringing her face. Penny stood next to Amara, tears in her own eyes, although Miinan wasn’t sure from what.

“What. The actual hell. Just happened.” Amara hissed, moving to stand next to Chi’un’s bunk. Her eyes were steely, not at all empathetic.

“I’m sorry.” Chi’un hiccuped. She wasn’t looking at Amara, eyes fixed instead on a knot in the wood of her bedframe. “Let’s all just go back to sleep. What t-time is it?”

Miinan glanced at the clock again. “Five-twelve AM,” she breathed disappointedly. A measly two hours of sleep, in her case. Sighing, she sat back down on her bed, resigned to another sleepless night.

The door creaked jarringly, causing Miinan to jump. Chi’un stared, bleary-eyed, at Layla Sajjadi, who had just entered their dorm, long brown hair slightly ruffled.

“What are you all doing awake?” The older girl yawned, sounding a bit annoyed, but mostly concerned.

Chi’un swallowed dryly. “It was my fault. I had a nightmare.”

The prefect frowned. “Lights out was a long time ago, but I think I’ll allow for special circumstances, in this case. Is there anything you need?”

Shaking her head mutely, Chi’un wished she could crawl out of her own skin, she was so embarrassed. She heard Amara sigh loudly and felt a twinge of irritation; what did that girl know about—

“Alright, then.” Layla spoke once more, interrupting Chi’un’s train of thought. “Breakfast is at six-thirty. I expect you all to be in the dining hall for roll-call. Then, just go ahead and follow your schedules for the rest of the day.” With that, she left the room, closing the door with a light thud.

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Thanks for reading!! Any thoughts?

[ships-to-sail]

Dragging myself through the WIP trenches, waving sadly at my words hoping they return safely from the war, y'all. One of those kinds of weeks. But! Luckily I'm sitting on a few banked rival bakers snippets so until the weary muse returns:

“This does not ‘butter my biscuit’, what are you talking about you absolutely unhinged human being? I don’t even want to know what you mean by ‘it could be worse’.”  “I mean that he could not be a total babe. He could not have forearms that look like they could strangle a snake and then gently pet a newborn puppy. He could have been a total asshole about the fact that you two totally fucked and you couldn’t be bothered to remem—” “ —okay, yes, thank you. I said I didn’t want to know, remember?”  “Seriously though, Alex,” June says as she comes out of the bathroom, one hand twisting her hair off her neck and into a black hair clip. “I’m failing to see what the huge, world-ending, crisis-having, please-drive-back-from-Boston problem is.” “You mean other than the fact that this stupid fucking French bakery is going to put mom and dad out of business?!” It comes out so much harsher than it should, and he sees a sting of pain flash in June’s eyes. It wasn’t her fault, and it wasn’t her responsibility, and Alex knew both of those things. He was just so fucking frustrated, double so because now it was also sprinkled with a light dusting of feeling like a total fucking douche. “I’m sorry,” he says sincerely. “That wasn’t fair, I’m just…UGH,” Alex groans and falls face-first onto the cushion next to the one he’s sitting on. He screams, an animal sound that comes from somewhere deep in his gut. “They’re not even fucking French!”

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[aliasrocket]

I wanted to say something for an anonymous comment about feeling less embarrassed of having feelings for Rocket. I must say I totally understand that.

A month ago, when GOTG VOL 3 was released, I went to see it at the cinema with my mother, I spent the whole movie very excited for Rocket, but right in that scene where he is on the verge of death and he meets Lylla again, SOMETHING INSIDE IT CHANGED ABOUT ME, because when they were hugging I realized I was JEALOUS, and in my mind I thought "OH NO, IT'S HAPPENING TO ME AGAIN", because I always fall for characters that might be unconventional or weird to other people , then I start looking for fics and I realize that there are not many for the same reason, or there are many where it is more platonic and I think "IT IS NOT ENOUGH" And it's more complicated for me because my first language is not English and in my language there is NOTHING. So meeting people who write Rocket the way I imagined really makes me very happy. I'm even thinking about writing some one shots myself but it's hard, I've never written NSFW and I find it kind of funny that I want to start with Rocket.

Oh my god this was absolutely sweet.

Yes!! Everyone IT IS OKAY TO LIKE UNCONVENTIONAL CHARACTERS. LITERALLY, IT IS NOT A BIG DEAL!! JUST BE YOU!!!

And I’m really sorry there isn’t much fics in your language, but on the bright side I’m really happy that you’re at least able to read and write in english even if it isn’t your first language!

Also, yeah, in my experience, besides sighing the whole goddamn movie (except for the first 10 mins, I will give myself that,) I remember leaving the theatre in a sigh and going on ao3 like “ah shit, here we go again” bc this is the 1982838th time I’ve visited ao3 for some really obscure ship or an x reader fic for a very underrated character.

And about that Rocket smut, I understand how can it be daunting and I’d really love to help you!

Ykw, let me make a quick guide for anyone who’s scared of writing Rocket smut!! But for those of you who wouldn’t wanna read some real ugly/stupid stuff, don’t press the ‘keep reading’ line, haha.

a quick (and definitely unhinged) guide to writing Rocket smut XD

OBVIOUS NSFW WARNING!!! It gets ugly guys please THIS IS YOUR WARNING I’M NOT JOKING!!

If you’re uncomfortable with heavy nsfw please turn away now!!

written by aliasrocket (89P13 on ao3 hehe)

Suitable for any smut involving Rocket! (Looking at you guys, roquill shippers. Don’t worry, I welcome all ships on my blog <3)

This is supposed to be a writing smut guide specifically meant for Rocket so I’m not gonna go into the basics of writing smut, but if you’re a total beginner, here’s some pointers to help :

the genitals, legs, muscles, brain : main places that tend to be the most stimulated, exhausted or absolutely wiped. That being said, you can use these as a starting point for describing the feelings the characters or the reader may feel in the moment.

besides the main thing, you could try to set the mood by maybe mentioning how the moans sounded like, (screams, squeals, cries etc.) and other things the characters were doing to ground them in the moment, like gripping the sheets, gripping the other person’s shoulder or hips, etc.

Okay, so, about Rocket in particular …

Yeah, of course writing smut about a fucking Raccoon isn’t going to be fucking easy. But don’t worry, as someone who has studied all 3 gotg films and slowed down quite possibly every single Rocket clip in existence (enough to know Rocket … is genuinely CANONICALLY is very particular/skilled with his fingers, he knows where he’s putting them and knows EXACTLY which buttons to press on any tech, so … definitely good at using his fingers if you catch my drift) I think I might have gotten the hang of it to help some of you guys out.

So first off, when I write Rocket smut I always imagine he’s his comic height instead of his mcu height (don’t search it up, you’re just gonna be depressed about it trust me) so all you have to know is that if he pressed you up against a wall his head would be around your shoulder blade area. For missionary, he’s probably around your collarbone.

Rocket canonically has sharp and absolutely grown out nails. No, they’re not retractible. I’ve done research on this, but if you’d like to write him fingering someone, Rocket can have his nails trimmed.

It would hurt if Rocket bit you. Like, it would fucking bleed. So I’m sorry to say to those biting kink girlies (those are me hi) but Rocket can only afford to give you or someone else some nibbles on the skin unless you guys want some serious bloodplay on your hands. This is because he has protruding fangs on both his upper and lower row of teeth, his lower ones more prominent than the top.

Rocket can, however, eat you out. Don’t wanna get too into depth with this but basically his tongue can stick out his muzzle pretty well and his nose makes for a good clit-stimulator HAHAHAH

!!! : (this is going to be a description of the average raccoon penis so skip this if you don’t wanna know about this because you can DEFINITELY write Rocket smut without having to know this so please be free) I had to research this for a very specific request (pls ily shameless anon/pos) and I almost cried out of the loss of my sanity but anyway, raccoons have a baculum bone which is basically a bone in their penis that helps with copulation, its average length is about 4 inches but can be longer if you catch my drift. The genital itself is a like a rod with a ‘spiky’ end (it’s not actually spiky but it looks that way) compared to human genitalia, kind of like a cat’s but much longer and it is a very dark shade of brown or just plain black. Feel free to use any of these for a possible description if ever you need it, though I never really talk about it in fics, especially the whole ‘spiky’ thing. That being said, Rocket should not have an issue with size, as the the average human male genitalia is about five inches, meaning he can hit anyone’s g-spot just fine.

I might add more points if I have any more but this is all I got right now. I really hope this somehow encouraged you to write that nsfw fic you wanted, and just know everyone’s got interests, it’s fine if not a lot of people irl are into Rocket that way, because that’s literally what the internet is for!

[franklyimissparis]

Hi sorry if this is a little bit creepy but I noticed your tags on your post about Alex and drugs about your dad being in the music industry and I have so many questions (Totally feel free to ignore this though lol) But uh is he famous? 👀 And it sounds like he knows Alex in some sense? Also if he does know Alex, my Milex heart is very curious if he’s heard anything about them. it must be so cool to hear stuff behind the scenes like that

okay so i’ve gotten variations of this question to some degree before but i ignored them ngl 😭 but anyway i probably won’t talk abt this again unless it’s particularly relevant (or funny tbh) so here we go lads.

my dad isn’t like PROPER famous but he’s well-respected within the industry. i’m a little hesitant to give more detail than that given that this is a music-related blog and some of you may have heard of him and could potentially work it out if given more clues (though i’m sure most of you probably wouldn’t bc again it’s not like he’s a household name or anything mad, thank god tbh 💀) also a little reluctant to discuss too much about things bc though i love my dad, he’s kind of a prick and we have a bit of a difficult relationship. music is quite literally the only thing i have in common w him so the idea of anything i post here (especially my Gay Antics) somehow getting back to him actually makes me feel ill lol.

anyway to answer your questions about alex, i would say “know” is a strong word but yeah they’ve bumped into each other quite a bit over the past like 20 years AM has been on the scene. my dad is also good friends w a few people who have worked closely with him. but i wouldn’t really say they have a direct connection or anything and i deffo wouldn’t want to make it out to be something it isn’t lmao. personally i’ve never met alex or had any special perks or anything at any AM gig (though tbh if my dad would actually ever agree to go w me i probably could have gotten backstage so that’s unfortunate). i did technically have the opportunity to meet him and some others one time in like 2018-2019ish but i got violently fucking ill and couldn’t go 😭😭 little bit glad in hindsight though bc i will say that once the hero illusion breaks it’s significantly less fun to be an unhinged fan of someone.

re: milex, i’ve never straightforwardly asked my dad about it bc i don’t want to hear his thoughts tbh lmao. i know he’s heard rumours abt miles’ sexuality because he brought that up out of nowhere once but to my knowledge it was more along the lines of vague gossip (tho i can speculate of course). he hasn’t mentioned anything to me abt alex’s either way but i’ve also never asked.

[futurecorps3]

Hii! Congrats for your 800 followers, I’d like to take part in your celebration event if that’s okay! Could I please request a 🩸 for Grishaverse (so far I’ve only watched the show but I plan on reading the books as well) <3

my pronouns are she/her and I’m asexual biromantic so any gender is fine. I’m an ESFJ and a Gemini. I have green eyes and brown hair, I have a mullet with blue strands. I dress with vintage/fairy grunge clothes, especially long skirts. I wear lots of rings and love to exchange them with others.

I’m the mom friend of the group, always there for everyone and my friends say that I’m really good at comforting people. I’m also calm and responsible, I usually am the one that takes care of other people. I’m very optimistic, I always try to see the good in everything. I love making others laugh to lighten the situation.

I don’t like when people tell me what to do and I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or for someone else. I also dislike when someone is too serious and really can’t take a joke as I tend to use humor as my coping mechanism.

All my friends tell me I’m very smart, I get very good grades and I do well in school. I also try to help my friends with study and school as much as possible. I’m also very ambitious, I always try to achieve my goals.

My love languages are, receiving, physical touch and words of affirmation and giving, quality time and words of affirmation.

I absolutely love listening to music (Lana del Rey and Mitski are my favorite, but I’ll listen to almost everything) it helps me relax and I really like reading, my favorite book has probably been Lord of the flies ever since I read it in school. I also love watching horror movies even though it’s impossible to scare me. I also play Dungeons and Dragons with my friends anytime I can. also, I absolutely love musicals (I listen to musical sound track all the time) and I’m definitely a theatre kid.

Have a great day :)

Thank you angel!<3

It’s giving… Jesper Fahey!

This unhinged mf- YOU’RE MADE FOR EACH OTHER!!! We know he tends to get in his head a lot but with you by his side he’s more confident and relaxed <3 You balance each other quite nicely; he brings crazy to your calmness and you bring calmness to his crazy. Jesper is a theater kid himself so I can totally see you two going to the theater together and singing along to your favorite song’s in the play.

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LO & FRANKIE — THREAD 001.

description :  mostly for my own records bt jst an unhinged text interaction between lo and frankie tht i wanna immortalise on my blog x

featuring : frankie @eclvpses

𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

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𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

heeeeeeeyyyyy so i came into fannys earlier and i wanted to talk to you because i feel like i haven't seen you since forever ago but you were talking to jules so i didn't wanna bother you or anything but i was also like. i don't know. jealous i guess? i don't know. i don't even know if that's a thing but like. she's really pretty so if you did like her i would totally get it. it's literally so fine if you like her and if you don't even like me like it's whatever like i won't be upset i'd just rather know so i'm not like. wasting my time or whatever you know. not that im wasting my time because, like, every moment i spend with you is treasured regardless of what we are but also like. i don't know i guess some clarity would be nice but like im also so aware of the fact that im doing the thing i do where i just get super intense n scare guys off and im trying not to be clingy but yeah i don't know am i making any sense right now?? whatever i think you're cool and i guess it wouldn't suck if we like. hung out more or whatever.

frankie noel

hi! this whole text made me very happy im not sure what to do with myself jules is like my sister we’re not a thing in the absolute slightest she’s a best friend i like you a lot tho and i want you to be very intense with me we can hang out now if ur not busy

𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

aaaaaaaaaaaaah okay sorry for putting 2 and 2 together and getting 12 is it weird if i say im like. kinda glad ur just friends? not to be super "my parents aren't home" but the family im au pairing for are actually vacationing in PR for the holidays so... i have full run of the house while they're gone 👉👈 or we could just get a christmas drink in town? whatever you want, im easy breezy lemon squeezey 🍋

frankie noel

don’t worry about it, people usually assume the same thing she’s very Affectionate and Touchy (said fondly tho) but i’m glad ur glad :) i can come by this evening, i’m just doing some standard christmas hubbub with my aunts first […] i can have them put together a plate for u?? there’s gonna b a lot of leftovers they always make like 1000x more than necessary for fanny’s regulars that don’t have anything to do on christmas i’ll bring my own it can b like a little christmas date 🎄🎅🏻

𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

oh. does it bother you that im like super touchy and affectionate? because i can tone that down if you like. guess some people are just built that way hope it's going well!! love suzette and molly so much, like i know they barely know me but if they ever needed a hand i would literally chew my own arm off to give it to them [...] that's so sweet, frankie. like really so sweet, i don't think anyone's ever done anything that kind for me. are you sure?? i mean it's christmas, so i totally get it if you'd rather spend it with family [...] but if you do come you could always like. sleepover or whatever. borrow my pyjamas and have waffles in the morning. if you wanted. [...] sorry, just realised that sounds kinda slutty!! the last thing i wanna do is make you uncomfy! we'll just see how it goes n if it gets late and u do wanna stay we can always reassess the sitch and sleep in separate rooms like victorians if you want! or not! im chill! will just be nice to see you n stuff x

frankie noel

it doesn’t bother me at all, there’d be more affection and touching if i had it my way from u specifically, to clarify, my heart gets warm whenever we’re even in the same room together the touching’s nice they know all about u, they’re gonna b thrilled they have a fan club now 🫡 […] well you feel like family to me and i spend every day with them, we already did gifts the christmas magic is Over now i want to be with you […] packing my overnight bag As We Speak i can totally get down with the victorian style era if that’s your thing but if it’s not i’d much rather share a room and if we’re feeling absolute insane, a bed at that i don’t even snore or anything i’m basically the ideal sleeping buddy unless this is actually bordering on being overly slutty but. i just like you a lot i don’t rly wanna mince my words or anything

𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

okay well you don't need to ask twice. when i see you later i'm gonna like. literally pull you so close that my skin n ur skin fuses together n then we'll have to spend the rest of our lives walking around together like those creepy shining twins. or marykate and ashley when u think about it, marykate and ashley are kinda shining twins adjacent. if i was them i would so do that for a halloween costume sorry. not trying to deflect. my heart gets warm too. all about me? frankie even you don't know all about me yet. it's kinda fun tho. like there's still so much we dont know about each other [...] i've never really had like. a proper family. so yeah that means a lot

i wanna be with you too. idk i was kinda scared to admit it bcos that usually results in me getting exiled for being a needy little cunt but now that you've said it i feel better. and this house is super nice. they have a jacuzzi! no no no we can share a bed. i'd actually really like that. i just didn't want you to feel pressured. oh me too. except sometimes i sleep talk about my dreams. you can be slutty with me!!  i want you to feel like you can be slutty with me. fair warning i might latch onto you and not let go all night. i'd probably sleep with you inside me if you let me.

frankie noel

i think u should know i’m trying to be very normal cuz i tend to freak ppl out with how intense i get its a common theme but ur kinda perfect ur offensively attractive and saying all the right things […] […] if things went my way i’d like take u to city hall tmrw LMFAO […] anyway u can live inside my skin and do wtvr u want to me obviously i’ll be there soon […] i’m rly rly excited to see you 🥰😜👍🏻👀😩

𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

you don't have to be normal. i know it's only been a short while but like. there's nothing normal about the way i feel about you. so jot that down 📝 usually guys only tell me i'm attractive when they're trying to get in my pants, and like. sometimes not even then. but i know that's not even your game. are you an air sign? i bet you have a libra placement in your chart. [...] why? what's at city hall? 🙂 [...] you can do whatever you want to me too. i'm not shy. not with you i bet it's such a lovely place to live. if i was really small i would make such a cute house in there, nestled just between ur lungs n ur heart. a real susie homemaker type. and tiny frankie could come home every day n tiny me would be like. i've literally been waiting for u to get home all day? i missed u so bad? n tiny me wld have like. all ur favourite foods ready in my cute 50s housewife dress and apron (in this fantasy i can cook). we'd have separate bedrooms which we decorate in our own styles with a door between like helena bonham carter and tim burton used to. if we slept in the same bed all the time we'd just never sleep n fuck like rabbits probably i dnt know, but i'd be your rabbit if you wanted. you could put me on a leash and walk me round the block and dress me up for easter. [...] sorry i get carried away sometimes. i'm so excited to see you, too 🥺 🥰 😳 can you do a special knock when you come please bcos i just opened the door to some carol singers in my underwear. actually maybe i'll put a dress on

frankie noel

i know nothing about astrology except some ppl i've dated in the past have been horrified by my chart, you make it endearing tho is aquarius an air sign?? what're u?? i bet our signs are compatible or however it works [...] [...] my parents got married at city hall, i heard it was a rather dull affair which sounds pretty lame to be honest, if we got married there i'd make sure it was like something to actually write home about at least [...] i think u might actually b the smartest person i've ever met in my entire life, and i'm not just saying that, idk where u come up with half the stuff u do but it's fun i want to live inside of your brain and just rummage around in there and see what else u can come up with..... also take a sneak peek at wtvr corner i foster in incredibly wrinkly organ of yours it must be a great place to live and i'll be the cook in both your fantasy and irl so u never have to worry about anything :-) [...] NO DRESS!!!!!!! [Sent with Boom Effect] i'm around the corner!!!! i'd run if i was athletic

𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

omgggg!!!!!! omg???? i think we might actually be super compatible air signs are my favourite signs. all of my favourite people are air signs. my best friend siobhan is actually a libra like me which is why we get on so well bt aquarius is also p good. to get the full picture i wld have to know ur place and time of birth so we cld look at ur chart but the internet says we'd make better lovers than friends haha thats so crazy! Image Image Image Image omggggg ignore that last one i have no idea how that got there [...] u wanna take me to the place ur parents got married???? if we got married i would have the biggest dress you could fit my whole family of sylvanian creatures under it. i have loads of sylvanian creatures btw i'll introduce you to them all. i wld probs keep snacks under there for the whole day strapped to my thighs with garters like miss congeniality as weddings are literally so long and if you got tired of interacting with everyone you could just hide under my big skirts and hang out there for a bit. [...] nobody has ever told me i'm the smartest person in the room let alone the smartest person they've met in their entire life 🥺  that actually means a lot. like. i know i'm smart but i think quite a lot it's easy to just underestimate me or whatever bcos i didn't go to college. i think you're super smart too btw but like really emotionally intelligent and so kind. it's so refreshing. omg u cook too?? am i dreaming?? where's the catch?? bad breath in the morning? tiny dick? secret green card sham marriage? think i'd still like u with those things tbh ok gnna do a tit indent against the fogged up glass of the window like a bat signal so u know which house. if ur fast u might even see a flash of nip.

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Holoctober Day 8 - Haunted

The advent girls get roped into a ghost-hunting adventure with Shiori. Mayhem ensues. Another short comedic piece, doing a lot less gore than I expected this year. Buckling down for multiple stories today. Determined to catch back up!

“Thanks for coming with me on my ghost hunting stream guys!” All of advent was driving down the road in a large van full of ghost hunting tech. “Wait, is that what this is?” Nerissa sounded disappointed. “You told me this was a sleepover!”

Fuwawa popped her head over the backseat, “yobai!?”

Mococo appeared beside her “No Fuwawa, no yobai!”

Bijou added “Stop trying to Jaslight us Fuwawa. The Adventrix told us what that word means.” 

Shiori chuckled, “Since your family guards the gates to hell, does that mean you Gaslight, Gatekeep and-”

“Don’t try to distract us from the fact you lied about a sleepover Shiori.” Nerissa interrupted.

“I didn’t lie to anyone. Fuwamoco know exactly where we’re going. Bibou was already passed out here cause she was sleep-deprived after a 12 hour stream and thought it was her bedroom, and I told you it's a sleepover because it is! We’re staying overnight. It's the best kind of sleepover even. The kind that's at a Murder House!” They pulled into the driveway of a decrepit looking old house with a sign in front that designated it simply as “The Murder House.”

“Its called that because of all the people who keep getting murdered here.” Shiori explained as they parked.

Nerissa rolled her eyes. “I never would have guessed. Fuwamoco you knew about this? I thought you hated scary things?” Fuwawa and Mococo’s expressions grew serious. Fuwawa declared, “Its training! We’re gonna show these ghosts how rough and tough demon guard dogs can be!” 

“And if we spend 40 hours total in haunted locations we get our Specter Stopper certification from Cerberus school,” Mococo added. 

They spent a few hours setting up equipment and trying to get a response out of the ghosts. Other than a few temperature dips and one moment where Fuwamoco were taking turns asking questions to a spirit box and Nerissa snuck up on them and whispered “behind you,” which had them huddling in the nearest closet for twenty minutes, almost nothing happened. They gathered in the living room, precisely at midnight. It looked like something out of the 1890s with fragile old rocking chairs and dusty beige carpets bearing archaic patterns. After a fruitless Ouija board session where Nerissa nudged the planchette towards the lewdest answers her rather vivid imagination could think of, Shiori huffed in frustration. “Where are they? They’re being so dull! Since when are murder ghosts shy?” 

“Good instincts honestly, we are three demons, a rock with emotion lasers and a freaky, unhinged goth with unspecified magic powers.” Nerissa chimed.“

Shiori rolled her eyes. “Nerissa, I’m not going to degrade you in public just because you say something nice about me. I’m not your prom date.” 

Nerissa shivered in place. “Tasukaru.”

“Bibou…do you think you could give them a little burst of anger, stir things up?” Shiori askled.

“Okay!”

“Wait, Bibou!” Fuwamoco and Nerissa screamed together, but it was too late, her gems glowed a bright red and the whole house took on that hue. After a few minutes her gems turned back and the room returned to its normal hue. “Huh, guess that was a dud. Let me hit em again.” Before she could, they all felt a dark presence enter the room, and dozens of knives floated in from the kitchen.

“Why do they have so many knives? Isn’t this place like a tourist trap now?” The knives oriented towards them slowly before launching with incredible speed. Fuwamoco leapt in front of Shior and Nerissa, batting away knives with their claws. “Protect!” 

Bijou was off to the side, several knives flanked around and charged her, but they impacted on her skin with a slight “ting” sound and bounced off, some shattering. She giggled, “stop, that tickles!”

Eventually the onslaught stopped, the ammunition depleted. Fuwamoco turned to the rest of the girls. “We did it! We’re saved!” Mococo cheered. “We did such a good job didn’t we Shiori?” Fuwawa added, and both demon guard dogs angled their heads for headpats, not noticing in the candlelight that Shiori’s eyes had turned to darkest obsidian. She opened her mouth and glowing green ectoplasm sprayed out, drenching the dog-girls. “Shiori’s not here right now!” A voice much deeper than Shiori’s declared. On seeing the state of Fuwamoco Nerissa fell to her knees, crying out “Noooo! That should have been me!”  The twins screamed and ran around in circles looking for something to hide under, but eventually froze, they looked to each other in silent agreement and stalked towards Shiori with grim determination. 

Mococo grabbed Shiori’s collar, lifting her into the air, and started slapping her. “You have to fight it Shiori, don’t let the murder ghost win!” 

Nerissa said, “nooo, that should also be me!” 

Fuwawa grabbed Shiori from Mococo “Moco-chan, can’t you see shes already dead!” She stabbed Shiori with her demon claws, continuously repeating the action. “The ghost is trying to devour her soul! We have to stop him!”

Mococo tackled her to the ground. “Are you crazy. That's our friend!” Fuwawa tried to fight free, “Our friend is dead Moco-chan! Shes never coming back!”

“Actually I’m already back.” Shiori stood back up, dusting herself off.

“Oh.” Fuwawa said. Mococo gave her an I told you so look, and Fuwawa bowed her head towards Shiori. “I’m sorry Shiori, I guess that was a pretty big misunderstanding.”

“Aw, its ok, you were just trying to help.” Shiori patted Fuwawa’s head placatingly. “Besides you kind of did, it could have taken me hours to kick out that hitchhiker but he definitely wasn’t emotionally prepared to be stabbed that many times. Amateur.” 

Nerissa looked at Shiori’s now significantly more porous torso. “Um, Shiorin, is that gonna be ok? You’re human aren’t you?”

Shiori looked down too. “I’m only human-adjacent, but yeah…it could be an issue if I don’t take care of it. Guess the sleepover’s canceled.” They started to walk back to the van. “Maybe the real yobai was the friends we made along the way” Shiori said.

“No!” chorused most of the girls.

“Yobai!” Cheered Fuwawa, tail wagging rapidly.

[multiplicity-positivity]

OK OK, I have a question but it's kind of complicated and I totally understand if you can't answer it because I think you really need a singlets perspective too, but I'll leave it here anyway!

So, sometimes I have some "thoughts", which can come in the form of sentences or other things, which are totally random and meaningless. I thought this was normal (aka common) and called it "intrusive thoughts" because technically it wasn't coming from me.

But, I've been seeing in the last few days some people explaining that intrusive thoughts are actually thoughts that don't agree with your moral values but still appear out of nowhere, which usually causes some level of discomfort. I realized that my ""intrusive thoughts"" didn't fit into this, because I didn't feel uncomfortable and it wasn't anything that contradicted any moral values of mine.

Then I saw some people explaining that what most call "intrusive thoughts" are actually impulsive thoughts, which are basically thoughts that make you want to do something. Again, it doesn't fit my experience because these thoughts are never driving me to do something, it's more like "what is this [specific media I like]?" appearing out of nowhere while I'm thinking and I'm almost immediately starting to explain to an imaginary listener about this media.

I was questioning myself being a system before, and this has made me more prone to questioning, but I wonder if it's something with ADHD hyperactivity or just a common thing, as it doesn't happen to me very often (or at least I don't repair) and I don't remember hearing a response that came from the same place these thoughts come from, so I don't know if it could actually mean I'm plural or it's just... Some quirk.

Well, my question is basically this: Is this a common experience, are there other more plausible explanations, or is it really an important sign that I can be plural and I shouldn't ignore it?

— Angelly

Hiya, Angelly! So having random, unhinged, or unexpected thoughts that seemingly come out of nowhere isn’t actually a sign of plurality in and of itself. I think it’s a common experience for people to be confronted with a thought they weren’t expecting! :3

Have you ever conjured an image in your mind that’s seemingly random? Like a chicken juggling oranges, or a line of tap dancing frogs, or a sentient, pie-throwing, microwave robot (okay that last one is an Adventure Time reference hehe)? Having unexplained, random thoughts is actually completely normal, and is something that even individual alters within our system experience occasionally!

Especially if you have ADHD or are prone to losing focus, it makes sense for you to experience random thoughts fairly regularly. Even in neurotypical singlets, the mind can wander, and thoughts can pop up spontaneously!!

I’m including a link to an article from Cognition Today about random thoughts, daydreams, and how they occur:

Does this sound more like something you’re going through?

We’d say that only you can ultimately determine whether or not you’re plural, or whether having random thoughts makes you plural. But we will say that having random thoughts that aren’t necessarily intrusive, just unexpected, is totally normal for singlets and individual alters alike!! If it is a quirk, it’s a quirk that comes from being human, or at least a sentient, thinking being!!>w<

💚 Ralsei and 🐢 Kip

[d0ntw0rrybehappy]

journallllll 5/21

now that i’m moving out it’s gonna be harder to see my mom cause i’m further away and she’s gonna be sooo sad. i worry about my mom bc inside she is the world’s most lovable sweetest well-meaning person but she has less self-awareness/emotional control than most people so people judge her rly hard. i always want to be like guys just roll your eyes and let it go and let her know she is loved, she just has some weird kind of like, specific mom dementia/brain glitch, and deep down you KNOW this so lay off. there are so few people my mom lets in or will actually listen to. she was this kid runaway who built a life for herself in the art world copping designer clothes and flying to paree like a fucking pirate and then she had me instead of getting married and i’m one of the like MAYBE 3 people she actually likes. lol. nails & teeth metaphor “you’re the only one she’ll listen to” or “you’re the only one who can talk to her.” i miss her friend jaime who was an indubitably brilliant depressive semitic russian translator who never once judged my mom and they had this kind of relationship where they’d lie feet-to-head on a couch and just chat chat chat. she was my favorite of my mom’s friends. she died from cancer and self-neglect basically. bullshit. shauna’s friend alex reminded me of her the last night and i was like ugh i miss jaime. i wish my mom still had jaime!!! what am i gonna do? i have to have my own life but i have to protect my mom. stupid WASPs be like “you can’t take on your moms problems” shut the fuck up WASP you don’t know shit. other kids be rolling their moms around in wheel chairs and don’t complain you piece of individualist propaganda. nails & teeth metaphor the ignominious but resolute fighter (the progeny) lol.

so anyway this isn’t a post about my mom this is a post about henry cuz then i remembered henry lives on the west side like my mom. henry whom i’ve been on two dates with and have a major crush on. not a normal crush, a “oh you’re about to buy a horse son” level crush. and i imagined when i come to the west side, henry joining me for dinner on the days i visit my mom. not because that sounded like oh so much fun to him but because it was a way for us to spend time together. there are ppl who are married who do that kind of stuff for each other. it made me want to cry bc that would mean so much to me. this is fantasy henry not real henry but probably he would. i’ve only been on two dates with him and everyone is like avaaaaa don’t have too many expectations and like I KNOW i know i’m in it like ?? what’s the phrase? in it like jarvin? lol. besides if he dumped me i would DESERVE IT!!! i got fuckin’ KARMA to pay baby i broke more than a couple hearts the past couple years THIS IS WHAT THEY FELT LIKE?!? THEY FELT LIKE THIS?!?!?? wow FUCK

um but yeah obviously i would survive and if we break up it’s cause we’re not a match and there’s nothing *wrong* with me, duh, duhhhhh, totally notttttt a completely unhinged and slightly unhygienic individual, plus now i know what to look for - kind!!! stable!!! people!!! people i have a lot in common with!!! smart!!! part of the same world as me!!! people with a vision, a goal, passions!!! who take care of themselves!!! okay there’s gotta be lots of guys like that. so if it’s not henry FINE. but guyssssss guys i could actually see a future with him wtf was i doing before??? wowww i played so many games without realizing. 

anyway so we’ve only been on 2 dates so far but i am fully smitten with him (with spells of crushing doubt) and if one more person tells me to play it cool and not have expectations i WILL bite bc bitch I KNOW can you give me SOME OTHER KIND OF ADVICE PLS i have obviously not TOLD him any of this so stop putting more pressure on me to act or feel a certain way trust me I GET IT. and i think it’s dumb this is the advice given to women anyway.

also i’m going to europe probably for an entire month and as long as i don’t lose my job i’m gonna have a fucking amazing summer. losing job doesn’t seem that plausible, however, terrifying thought, bc i’m on my own now and need the moolah. and was a little uneven the past few months but that’s just a learning lesson ig. plus there’s always more jobs. right??? right. *sailor moon handhold sparkle fx*

ok thanks for being witnesses to my online diary my friends anxietyposting on here actually kind of helps, really excited for the future, it’s amazing that i’m getting these opportunities and the reason i’m so anxious is bc i care and i have something to lose. !

[laurfilijames]

(I figured it would be more convenient in ask form🥹)

Okay but a scene about The miller brothers training sounds like one of the best ways to go😍❤️‍🔥 (you know I’ll eat up anything you come up with😌)

Omggg that makes me so happy to know because sometimes I’m like what if it wasn’t meant to be a big deal and I just made it into one🙉 or like understood it in the complete opposite way that you were going for 😭

I was worried for a sec thinking my reblog was too aggressive😭 I just want them to be happy so bad😩 but I’m so glad you enjoy reading them!!! It makes the extra time it takes worth it🥹🌸💖✨

I'm telling you that if I write a scene like that, I will die and then you'll get nothing else from me ever again 🤣

That being said, Will has a lot of shit to sort out and maybe sparring with his bro is a good way to cope with things 🥊😏

(I'm totally thinking about Jay now too. fuck.)

And don't second guess any of it because everything you've said has been spot on and exactly what I was hoping I was conveying!! Nor are you too aggressive with your comments!! You could threaten me, scream in all caps, or say the most unhinged things and I'll just be sitting here thrilled because I did my job right 🙂‍↕️

Muah 😘