#really love this piece and how it asks wouldnt it be fucked if as a kid your dead brother was replaced by your father with your best friend

[gabriestat]

my favorite conflict on godddd

[puppppppppy]

for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........

[northwestcomixcollective]

post epilogue au bill jerry mandi schizoposting delirium whatever hte fuck Context here im quoting comic books and literature no one on tumblrs ever heard of its mostly for archive purposes and the people that care at least a little bit

i sort of picture bills homosexuality as sort of like a thing he would never admit to or act upon and especially with jerry being the only guy who's ever tried to reach out to him and be kind to him to touch him to reach out etc etc being deprived of human touch for 10 years i definitely think they're gay i picture him as a bukowski or crumb bu,t in the way they objectify and degrade women and not the sort of intellectual type and at the same time bwing q repressed homosexual virgin in his late twenties is something i really want to explore

sex isnt everythinf but seeing how important it is for them and how significative and how women are sexual objects and all i think it definitely affects his view on himselg

i think there's this underlying animalistic urge to be close and be together theyve been around eachother since they were kids they really have no one else that's been through what they've been through and even though jerry wants to let go bill is still stuck on it which is why he's so clingy to jerry he's the only thing he has left really the only person that reached out the only guy that somewhat cares i wouldnt be talking about bill clinging on like a koala ofherwise he really does """"love"""" jerry jn the sense he let him stay he touches his shoulder he gave him a change of clothes despite everything that hapoened see gif below

i definitely want there to be a scene of bill breaking down and being liek Jerry....... i like men.......... and just like crying geeking and jerry holding him close and putting his cold nose on his neck and telling him it's all finewhile holding him he caresses him blalallaa whatever for the first time in like 30 something years he feels appreciated loved and held jerry doesnt even know what he's doing holding this piece of shit garbage scum that said the most obscene garbage to his girlfriend who is in the next room ten years ago i think for jerry its also nice to hold him because his parents never really did it which is sort of shown in the pilot where he holds himself when he's excited or nervous as a self soothing method and he feels like hes giving the love he never really received as a child See picture below

in his mind bill really could change. Because he really could change he just needed the right people around him. the resentment he feels towards bill fluctuates he resents him for everything that happened at comic-con he resents him for never treating him well when they were younger he resents him for waltzing into his house drenched in snot rain and tears and taking up space in what was supposed to be a place he could be comfortable and at peace in

billjer i wanted to compare it to ralf könig's "swiss bliss" but bills friends aren't nearly as tolerant of gays as the guys friends who tell him he isnt gay and he's not like that and they dont believe it theyd straigjt up just exile him i think it's more like "maybe ... maybe not" again by ralf könig picture attached below jerry would never make a move first i think bills vulnerable situation and lack of human contact and sort of praise and appreciation he has for jerry for housing him would sort of bring him to do it i think if they ever got to kiss or make out like this styleit would be during a heated argument or while they're drunk they wouldnt be able to stop thems3lves but if it ever escalates i think jerry could easily let bill go and let him slam his head against something and just go into another room and start pacing fucking freaking out see picture below,

if anyone wants to jump me for shipping bill and mandi its3now or never SCREAM ID YOU LOVE BILL AND MANDI

although i asked dorkin and he already told me it isnt true i still want to explore mandi being the same girl that walked into joe's comic book store in "this monster, this fan" because of the character dynamics i could explore and thoughts and interpretations i dont givea fuck im schizoposting about bill blowing jerry im basically doing whatever i wajt with the already existing comic thog dont care i think they both remember the day really clearly but since bill is so so focused on jerry he barely even glances at her because she was basically violated by like. what 15 men in a comic book store including grown men taking a picture of her like thats vile bill doesnt want to think about it he doesn't want to confront her or say anything ever because the humiliation of already being in someone else's house eating their food taking up space is too much

see earlier mention of crumb

the way crumb depicts women as something divine unachievable incomprehensible and as sex objects and puts them in the strangest most violent situations where is definitely something i see bill in especially in the epilogue where he and the rest just start babbling about how the female cosplayers are too ugly fat or arent white and dont fit their standards the way they're always depicted reading smut pornography or just looking at pinups of women (sometimes in violent situations as well) and the interaction he had at joe's all formed and turned his mindset into something utterly vile negative and disgustifn

see previous mention of bukowski

in this book the narrator is always pointing out faults in women i definitely see him as bill in the sense of being so negative hateful and even when in love he still manages to criticize his potential lover it could be bill and mandi but their relationship is much more complex to me since neither of them actually love eqchpther they just carnally need one another the way he's just really pathetic drunk and all just reminds me of bill as well mandi hates bill for being a man she's attracted to him because he's so fucking pathetic and gross it's exciting bill is attracted to mandi because she's a woman he detests her for being a stupid cunt who speaks her mind and is independent theyre both secretly having an affair one is slightly homoerotic the other one is just straight up abusive bill doesnt like to talk to anyone in the house he's extremely embarrassed and ashamed not only because he's in his friends house living there with his girlfriend who he hates but because he had the balls to reach out for help especially from a guy who beat the shit out of him last time they ever saw eachother mandi tries to talk it out but bill is so unbelievably childish he doesn't speak to anyone or do anything he's just silent i love them because they beat the shit out of eachofher and bill is a sexist pig and mandi is a woman they're all having an affair with eachother if any of them find out the other one is dating everything will go down genuinely but it wont since they're all too busyv hiding something from the other

i definitely think he would crash out on her but in the most like. formal way possible because he doesnt want to get kicked out and its shown he sort of knows when it's appropriate to shut up unlike josh who just starts geeking

+ jerry & mandi sketch im not finishing to get a glimpse into what i picture them both to be. healthy happy and everything good

[kaisworlds]

ghillie suit wearing reader who is an absolute fucking unit im talking taller than könig okay

top dom male reader x könig

they meet on the battlefield, now könig knew who you were, of course he did, you were the only one on base who towered over him but he didnt expect his ass to get saved by you plus he had a tiny hallway base crush on you.

he was running through the large amount of trees trying to escape the enemies whose amount was gradually increasing behind him. he was out of ammo and used his gun as a weapon up til now. he dodged a few bullets before feeling a wet patch in his shoulder deciding not to look (to avoid the adrenaline from wearing off) he continues running seeing a lake close by he sprints towards it having the idea to hide out until backup arrived for him. the air was knocked out of his lungs as he got tackled to the ground he tries fighting whatever was ontop of him but feels a hand wrap around his mouth glancing up into the shaggy figures eyes

its the same [e/c] he can never seem to stop staring at in the break room

his body immediately relaxes under the weight of your body pressed up against his, the moment doesnt last forever as the yelling of the enemy soldiers grow louder.

still laying on top of him you lean each of your elbows beside his head resting the tip of your gun on a tree trunk quickly firing, every bullet that leaves the muzzle aims like a tracker into someones skull. könig was so caught up in you being on top of him,his mind running wild, not even registering the low whine that leaves the back of his throat as you get up off of him

furrowing your eyebrows at the noise deciding to leave it to the fact that he was....as much as you tried to find another reason you couldnt so instead you asked "könig right?" while grabbing gauze from one ofbthe patches on your ghillie suit before kneeling down beside him. könig nods looking anywhere but your face eyes widening like saucers as you unbuckle his vest "calm down im just going to wrap the wound before it gets dry and sticks to the fabric, is that okay könig?" the way you say his name has him crossing his thighs to hide the boner pressing up against his pants, his shakey hands slowly move up to take off the gear and clothes he has on. 'why are my hands shaking stop it he's gonna think your weird Scheiße' everything he is doing right now seems wrong in his eyes he can feel his heart racing, he has killed people and faced gruesome shit but none phased him as much as this situation right now after what felt like an eternity to him he finally pulled off his undershirt, his chest completely bare for you to see

taking off the head piece of your suit you start wrapping the bandage over the wound hand resting on his chest surprised by his hammering heart just mumbling out a small "its gonna be okay love" not thinking much of it trying to get him to hold still under your touch

he is so happy the veil covers his face, he wouldnt want you seeing how his cheeks lit up like Christmas lights, he continues to sneak glances at your concentrated face.

of course you noticed, did he really think he wasnt obvious? he shouldve caught on by now the way you subtly licked your lips or the way you've been flexing your jawline this entire time. he was too caught up in his thoughts to even think about that though.

thinking about how he felt your bulge on his thigh while you were ontop of him, about how easily you took him down, you could probably pin his hands down without even trying, how hard could you chok- "such a good boy for sitting still" könig snaps out of his thoughts brain barely comprehending what you said, he makes eye contact with you...you're smirking...did you know he liked you?

"how can you be so oblivious" a teasing tone in your voice he just avoids eye contact slowly shrugging the blush now reaching his neck. clicking your tongue you lean in closer to him hand sliping under his veil cupping his jawline "i like you too if i wasnt obvious enough" gently lifting the black clothe covering his face his hand grabbed your wrist, [e/c] eyes bore into his, as he gets lost in them his hand slowly slips off allowing your hand to raise the cloth stopping when it reaches his nose not wanting to push him.

slowly you lean in crashing your lips onto his he immediately kisses back pulling you closer ontop of him before a call comes in through your radio asking if anyone found könig because he wasnt responding, slowly leaning back grabbing your radio "yeah we're by the lake over"

könig lets the veil drape over his blushing face before slowly putring his gear back on

i love him guys :(

[yameoto]

(EX) BABYSITTER!SAM HEADCANONS inspired by this excellent oneshot

✗ warnings ; large age gap (sam 26, reader 18-19), nsfw at bottom. dom/sub.

an absolute sucker for you. like when you were little and you wanted something— like an extra helping of dessert or to ditch out on homework: all you had to do was pout and blink up at her with those big, pleading doe eyes and she'd cave immediately. two seconds flat, easy. now? that still hasn't changed. you have her wrapped around your finger with a single look and it drives her crazy.

would spoil you to PIECES. ofc when u she used to babysit you she would pay for everything, but even now that you're a grown adult with an (albeit low-paying) part-time job, she'd find any excuse to spoil you. just.. coming home with random gifts at any point of the week. like it could be 4pm on a thurday afternoon and she could come up behind you like "baby, you know those headphones you really wanted..? well.."

or jst going out shopping with her and you wouldnt even have to ask for her to pay because she'd be striding to the counter with her card out, already.

definitely calling you "princess". i mean, that's what you are, right? you always have been, always will.

makes her knees weak when you call her "sammy" . you'd exclusively call her it when you were a kid and despite all efforts to prevent this, now, still makes her chest collapse when you say it. and when u add the cheeky little conjunction my, in front of it? oh, boy. just know you're getting more than a good night's kiss, tonight.

she loves it when you whine or beg her for anything. like.. loves.

she just likes taking care of you in general, so anytime you go to her for anything it makes her happy which is kind of fucking adorable. but she finds you coming to her for help adorable, too, so.. win-win?

can never stay mad at you. even on days where u make it your life's mission to annoy her (its your job to keep her on her toes!) she legitimately just.. can't — and believe her, she's tried. stuck in a perpetual state of mild exasperation.

veryyy protective nd possessive . but in more subtle manners like very adamantly refusing to let you walk on the side of pavement next to the road. or always having either an arm wound around your waist or your shoulders or interlocking your fingers — anything that keeps you safe and snug by her side. she’s just so used to the feeling of protecting u and she kinda just never wants it to stop.

nsfw

uses the fact she used to babysit you for EVIL. in stupid ways like smirking and asking if you want her to "tuck you in" before bed, except she's straddling your chest and gently prising your mouth open with her thumb and 'tucking you in' means 'choking on her cock'.

obsessed with bouncing you on her lap. u guys cld be doing something completely innocent, like watching tv with the whole gang in the room and she'll pull u onto her lap and slowly start to rock you on her thigh, like how u used to when u were a kid. except this time, you're both grown up and her knee's sliding upwards and pressing against your cunt and oh. whispering "shh," in your ear as she continues to grind her knee up your skirt, fucking purring at all the pretty little noises you make.

actively enjoys punishing you when you get too bratty. she finds your whines adorable, of course, but if she's feeling too grouchy she's not above replacing those complaints in your mouth with you know — something more substantial.

adores praising you and calling you endearments during sex. calling you a sweet little thing and whispering soft, reverential promises into your ear as she absolutely ruins you.

cups your jaw and forces you to look at her when you suck her off. utterly obsessed with that wide, glazed-over look in your eyes whenever you're on your knees for her. the way your adorable little puppy eyes go all glassy nd sparkly w tears when she rams her hips forward and makes you sputter. cradling the back of your head and holding you there as she thrusts, cooing sweet nothings while she bruises the back of her your throat.

[kliikkz]

“did you just pull that out of your dick?”

a/n: kinda shitty and really short but i’ll rewrite it in the morning, just had this as an idea and didnt wanna forget 😭

warnings: mentions of dick, swearing

"TOM!" you yell through the tour bus, "give me my fucking phone back you piece of shit." you say while walking up to his tour bed.

 "i dont have your fucking phone now leave me alone" he mumbles, burying himself underneath his blankets. "you're lying." you say, crossing your arms, "just gimme my shit back and i can leave you alone." you huff while trying to rummage through his bed to see if you can feel in underneath his pillow or something.

"(y/n), i already told you i dont fucking have it." he grumbles, pushing your hands away from his bed, "why do you think i have it anyways, bill probably took it." he says. " i know you have it because you said you were gonna take it last night so you can delete that picture i took of you taking a shit."

Tom pauses.

You wait for him to say something, anything that might prove you wrong. But he stays silent, and the weight of his silence feels like an admission of guilt. You feel your blood boil with anger at his blatant dishonesty. You know that picture was harmless, just a silly snapshot of Tom caught off guard. But he's always been so touchy about his image, always so obsessed with how he comes across to the public. You can't help but wonder why he cares so much. "Tom," you say, your voice tight with frustration, "just give it to me, i'll delete it in front of you." you plead, trying to negotiate with him. "fine." he grumbles, pulling your phone from out of what seemed to be his boxers. "DID YOU JUST PULL MY PHONE FROM YOUR DICK BRO?" you scream, a look of shock written all over your face. Tom is losing his shit, laughing and pointing at you. "yeah-" he says trying to catch his breath, "I thought you'd appreciate the personal touch." You roll your eyes, feeling a mix of disgust and amusement. Tom always knew how to push your buttons. "Okay, hand it over, you sicko." You hold out your hand, trying not to wrinkle your nose at the thought of touching your phone after its journey through Tom's boxers. Tom hands you the phone, still chuckling to himself as you quickly unlock it and delete the picture in question. "There, happy?" you ask, showing him that you deleted the picture. Tom looks at it with ease, still grinning from ear to ear. "Ecstatic," he replies, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You shake your head, unable to completely hide the smile that's tugging at the corners of your mouth. Despite everything, you can't help but feel fond of him, even when he's being an infuriating dick. "You're lucky I'm not pressing charges for indecent exposure." "Yeah whatever, you wouldnt dare," tom yawns, "you love me too much." he smirks before laying back down in his bed, falling back asleep.

[dvrktvnnel]

whiskey lullaby pt. 2 - j.y.

genre - cowboy/sheriff

pairing - sheriff Yunho x reader

word count - 1.6k

warnings - blood, alcohol/drinking, classic cowboy stuff not too bad really

summary — whiskey lullaby inspired fic, pt 2! </3 (im sorry yall but yk how the song goes!)

You looked in the mirror, your eyes were tired and red, dark circles exposed your lack of sleep. You never really wanted him to leave, the night you closed the door in his face you silently pleaded for him to come back in and talk you out of it, convince you it was just a moment. That he still loved you.

But he didn’t fight for it, he accepted it and never spoke to you again. You didn’t go back to him and convinced yourself he was better without you.

Seonghwa tried to tell you otherwise, but you wouldnt listen. If he loved you, then he would come back. And you would wait for him.

But he didn’t, and you realized he never would. You couldn’t move on either, no matter how hard you tried.

“Yn, you should talk to him,” Seonghwa told you again. “He misses you more than you think.”

“Then he would come and tell me himself.”

You stormed off, leaving Seonghwa alone at the bar table. You couldn’t bear to see Yunho sitting at the counter, drinking without a care in the world. Like you meant nothing to him at all.

Tears stung your eyes, but you wiped them away before they could trail down your cheek. You locked yourself in your room, burying your face in your hands and pacing on the splintering wood floor.

There was a knock on your door, but you ignored it. You didnt want to talk to anyone right now.

“yn?”

Yeosang’s gentle voice passed through the door.

“Are you okay?”

You didnt answer, your voice left in the bar with Seonghwa.

“Mingi is taking Yunho out of town, I don’t think they’re coming back.”

Your heart shattered, its ragged edges piercing your chest. He was leaving you?

“You can stop him or say goodbye still.”

Your words were flooded with tears, your hand over you mouth so he didnt hear you sob.

“yn?” he asked again. With still no answer, he left.

You cried yourself to sleep, and when you woke up the next morning you heard the horses below stirring.

With puffy eyes you stood in the window, watching Mingi and Yunho outside. He really was leaving. Did he hate you that much?

You closed the curtain and curled back up in your bed. You were called down for breakfast, but you didn’t go. Seonghwa and Yeosang both tried to talk with you, but you never answered.

The only time you left your room was to go to the bar. Wooyoung sat in the corner shuffling cards, you avoided his gaze when you came in, bee-lining for the counter.

The man behind the counter poured you a glass of whiskey. Wooyoung glared at the man, daring him to pour another.

“I’m not going to let you drink yourself away,” Wooyoung said from behind.

“Seonghwa told me what happened, and Yeosang said you’ve been in your room since yesterday.”

You tried to speak but your voice cracked. You didn’t know if it was the lack of talking you’ve done, or the weakness you felt, but your voice no longer had its heart.

“He left me, I told him to go, and he did,” you said. You layed your head on the counter and took a shaky deep breath.

“I thought he would come back, I didnt think he’d really leave me, and now hes leaving forever.”

Wooyoung sat beside you, sliding your glass away from your hand.

“yn, Yunho doesn’t-“

With a deafening ring, gunshots fired into the bar. Glass bottles and jars burst into pieces and shattered onto the floor. Panic ensued and Wooyoung pulled you behind the counter.

“What the fuck?” he said, the fear in his voice easily recognized.

Wooyoung held your hand tightly. You kept your eyes on the door, waiting for the man to finish his destruction and leave.

The hand on your shoder almost made you scream, your mouth muffled quickly by a second hand.

“Sh, sh, its me its me,” Jongho whispered. “This way.”

He motioned for you both crawl forward to A small door on the floor. Jongho lifted the wooden panel and ushered you inside. Wooyoung followed with Jongho behind him.

“Stay here, it’ll be safe.”

“Wait what about you?” you asked.

“I’m going to lead the rest the bar down here, before it gets worse.”

Wooyoung let go of your hand and followed him back up.

“Woo!”

“He told you to stay, not me. Stay.”

He closed the door behind him before you could protest, and you heard a gunshot followed by a heavy thud. You tried to push the door open, but something was holding it down.

“Oh God, oh God please no,” you whispered, pushing harder on the door. It didn’t budge, you ran down the narrow tunnel until you reached the door. You opened it slowly, the sound of gunfire and chaos raging all around you.

There must’ve been twenty men on horses, breaking down doors and shooting just to cause a panic.

You closed the door behind you and snuck to the front of the bar, a large man stood on the porch firing his gun. He saw you, just a glimpse of you before you ducked back around the back.

You only had one choice, and that was to run. You ran to the only place you could think of Yunho’s room. You bolted through the street and weaved between houses, the man hot on your tail.

The door was unlocked, and you slammed it behind you. It didn’t phase him, he knocked the door open, and you fell to the ground. He loomed over you and you scrambled to your feet, grabbing Yunho’s gun off the table.

You ran upstairs, pausing at the top to put a bullet in the man's leg. He yelled out, calling a name you didnt catch. A second man came through the door, and you locked yourself in Yunho’s room.

You didnt have time to look around, the door creaking and splintering from the brute force of the men on the other side. They weren’t going to let you go.

The door gave in to the pressure and you were cornered. You shot again, but there was only one bullet inside. It clicked helplessly and you screamed, as loud as you could.

You threw things in front of you, knocking over a table with whiskey glasses and a bookcase in an attempt to make more obstacles. The man held his gun up to you, and Yunho’s voice called out to you.

The other man took his chance and hid by the doorframe. Yunho wouldnt see him, he’s going to get himself killed.

“yn!”

“Yunho no!” you cried out, but it was too late. He fell to the ground and tried to get to him. The man caught you, trying to hold you still bYou thrashed in his arms, kicking and screaming. The second man hit you the same way he did with Yunho, and you blacked out.

By the time you came to, everything was already done. You were in your bed, Seonghwa sitting next to you.

“Yn! You’re awake,” he said, grabbing your hand.

“Seonghwa, what happened? Is Yunho okay? Where’s Wooyoung and Jongho?”

Seonghwa shushed you and laid you back on your pillow.

“yn, I’ll tell you everything when youre more awake, for now just stay here. Let me go get Jongho.”

You couldve cried, you wanted to, but you were too exhausted. Jongho came in to examine you again, make sure you were okay.

“I think you’ll be fine. Seonghwa,” he said.

Seonghwa nodded and closed the door behind Jongho.

Mingi and Wooyoung had been shot, but they were both okay. A few more people were injured, there were only a few deaths. Yunho’s funeral was to be held with the fallen tomorrow.

Everything fell apart around you. Seonghwa tried to keep you in the room, but you pushed past him. You went to Yunho’s house, passing Mingi who sat on the porch with his head hung low.

He still had bandages on, the dark red stains were a painful reminder of everything you wanted to forget.

In Yunho’s room, you sat on the edge of his bed. Someone had cleaned his room, the broken table and shelf now missing. You ignored the stained corner and focused on the wearing fabric of his blanket.

With heavy steps, Mingi came into the room to join you.

“yn, I found this. I think it was meant for you.”

He handed you a folded piece of paper. It smelled like whiskey and was crinkled up. You could barely make out the smudged words.

“I’ll love her till the day I die.”

“It was downstairs under a glass of whiskey.”

You thought back to when you came here, and how his gun only had one bullet loaded. You imagined how he must have felt, he was alone and thought you hated him. The two of you waiting for the other to take the first step. His cost him his life.

“He loved you so much,” Mingi said. “I shouldn’t have tried to make him leave, I thought it would make him see-“

You interrupted him with a hug, sobbing into his chest. He kept his head up, blinking away the tears that dripped off his chin.

His service was tonight, and with a few final words with Mingi you went back to your house to get ready. The black dress you wore made the dark circles around your eyes stand out. You couldn’t even break a smile.

Yunho was buried under the willow tree by the river, the note he had written in his hands. A melody of songbirds and wind chimes gave an eerily beautiful song. As the mayor would’ve said, it was the angels singing the whiskey lullaby.

For years, you tried to hide the whiskey on your breath. You couldn’t help but blame yourself, you had kicked him out and expected him to come back, then got yourself in a position that cost him his life. Because you had ignored him, his last weeks were miserable and lonely.

Nothing anyone said could make you feel better. No matter how much you drank, you couldn’t move on, you couldn’t forget. When your time had finally come, they found you in his room clinging to one of his pictures.

They buried you with him beneath the willow, and again the angels sang the whiskey lullaby.

i’m sorry yall but i had to 😭 it’s such a good song and i needed to write a fic for it🙏

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[stevie-petey]

hiii! would you ever write a blurb, about how big acted agter her dad leaving her? i really enjoy the angst

oh this is just pure angst i respect the hustle lmao

enjoy !

"where are you?" hand on the telephone line, your short legs extend to their full height so that the phones receiver fits against your ear. no sound will be lost, no words mistranslated. you have to know where he is.

"ladybug..."

he sighs. all he fucking does is sigh. the sound enrages you. your knuckles clench together and theres a bitter taste hearing the nickname that was once sweet honey to you.

"daddy, its been days." you wont cry. you refuse to let him hear you cry.

only dustin cries. only your mother cries. but never you. never your father.

"i know, y/n." he sounds tired now. as if your insistence on missing the man who raised you and sang melodies to you and rocked you to sleep every tome you had nightmares is a burden to him.

you blink away tears. "then come home."

the plead hangs over the telephone line. somewhere in virginia your father is on the other end. maybe hes already in a different state. maybe hes an acre away, maybe even outside your window, haunting your childhood home.

"you know i cant."

why? why why why why why?

but there are far too complex things to understand at twelve. asking "why", as youve learned since your father leaving, only amounts to shitty excuses and lies.

"did i-" did i do something wrong? did you leave because of me?

despite the words dying in your throat, your father still understands the unspoken ghosts that shadow your room. "no, ladybug. this has nothin' to do with you or dust, you hear me? i just... your mama and i werent happy. thats all."

whos carrie?

you will never forget the way your mother screamed in her husbands face, tears staining her red cheeks as you cradled dustin to your chest, muffling his ears that he wouldnt hear anything else.

where are you going, daddy?

just out for a few days. nothin' to worry about, lil' ladybug.

he had ruffled your hair. pinched your cheek and hid his suitcase behind his body. guilty. but you didnt want to admit it then, not yet.

this has nothin' to do with you or dust, you hear me?

y/n, is daddy okay? why is mama crying?

dustin is only nine and hes already experienced more hurt than you ever thought possible at that age. you cant protect him from it. not when the source of the hurt keeps calling the house to hear your voices. not when the source of the hurt still has his cologne in the bathroom. when he still has his guitar in the den with strings left unstrummed.

not when the entire house is a physical reminder of the man who abandoned it.

your mama and i werent happy. thats all.

thats all. thats all thats all thats all thats all.

as if its nothing. as if your world hasnt ended and youre left to pick up the pieces all alone.

thats all.

"fuck you." youre twelve and the words feel heavy on your tongue in a satisfying manner. "fuck. you!"

"y/n, you know we dont use that language-"

"i hate you!"

"i know youre upset-"

youre screaming and your knees shake under the weight of fury that is like a rock in your stomach. hard. unmoving. there isnt room for anything else.

"i hate you!" you do. you hate him. you hate the man who calls you ladybug and your baby brother dust and your mama honeybee. you hate him.

"i love you. you and dustin, i love you."

"you left!"

he doesnt respond.

"youre a fucking coward! a goddamn coward for leaving us!" wasnt it he who told you never to abandon the ones you love?

all you hear is his breathing. the air that is wasting its chemical makeup to keep him alive.

"how could you do this to us? to-to me?" arent you his baby, too? arent you his girl? his blood?

"y/n-" only it isnt your fathers voice that coaxes your name with remorse. its your mother, its her arms that hold you as you cry. its her voice that whispers for you to hang up the phone. that the man on the other side isnt worth it.

"no!" you try to shake her off of you. your elbow clips her chin but still she holds you. still she is gently. and it infuriates you even more. its all bullshit. all such fucking bullshit. "let me go!"

to your mother or father, you arent sure who the plead is for.

in the corner of your eye you see dustin. small, dimpled dustin hiding under a hat your father got him only a few weeks ago at the county fair.

hes watching your mother physically restrain you as your hurl extremities at your father. the strain in your voice draws the image of blood. your mothers bruised chin draws the image of purple. dustins tears the image of blue.

your father taught you kindness. his final lesson will be how to let anger consume you raw.

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[gamblersdoll]

hey sugar, I just wanted to let you know I love your writings, and that we all appreciate your hard work. I was wondering if you could do a genya nsfw writing of genya, where Genya is a bully (not really more of teasing and being annoying) and reader get fed up with him and dominates him. I hope you had an amazing day (I hope this isn’t too much of a request) love you❤️

hi sweetie, thank you! and i love you 🩶🫶🏾

nsfw, dom!reader, sub! genya, genya is a little shit. orgasm denial, oral, (f) pup play if you wanna call it that? hair pulling.

of course, genya was the annoying bully of the group. he had his own reasons, its not like he was torturing you to death.

well, in a sense he was.

it consisted of him always taking a piece of clothing and slightly yanking it, that gets annoying and old for both you and him. then a little but after, he gets reeeallly close, and just whispers things that he probably wouldnt do.

“you want me bad, dont you, cumbucket?” was one that stood out the most. sometimes you did, most times you didnt. he was just so irritating when he also got really close and put a hand on your bare skin of your thigh, just leaving it there and not paying attention.

today, that changed. you finally had enough of his annoying behavior and decided to see how he liked it.

“he-hey!” he turned red in the face, supporting himself on his arms and looking up to you. “t-this is supposed to be backwards! why the fu–ahah!” he stuttered into a moan, feeling your tender and delicate hands fondle his balls through his boxers.

“i bet it was, gen-ya..” you seductively say, eyes low and pulling his length out of his boxers. “you wanted to play big dog, but you know who is.”

and he damn near choked when you started to slow suckle his tip, feeling it in his tip all the way down to his toes.

“i–i oh god..” he moaned, not realizing his body had gone flat now, hand covering his eyes and shaking. “y-youre gunna make me cum—“ he whines, not daring to look up at you and he feels it coming..

until it didnt.

“h-huh?” he shakily says, looking back to you and seeing youve completely detached yourself from him. “i-i was going to..”

“you think you deserve it after pissin’ me off each day?” you snicker, cooing but mean. “oh, youre a dumb mutt. no, youre going to make me cum. then, ill think about letting you get off.”

a mutt?

..oh, hes back to being rock solid from that. and it makes you giggle.

he crawls out of the bed, getting onto his knees and looking up to your eyes, but also your exposed cunt. your expectant look gives away your mood, and he licks a long stripe up your slit.

“there you go, see? being good now.” you breathe out, biting your lip and gripping his hair. you hear him moan, hands gripping at the fat of your thigh and you look back to him.

“please.. pull harder, make me feel it.” he begged, oh was he trying to be good now?

“this what you want?” you ask, pulling harder until he was slightly raised off his knees. it wasnt enough to pull him up completely. he nods eagerly, suckling on your clit.

“yes maam..” he moans, saliva dribbling out of his mouth and making droplets to the floor.

“fuck, youre going to make me cum.” you breathe out in a snicker, moving his head against your cunt to make a grind out of him. “fuuck!”

his eyes roll back, flattening his tongue to make use of him. he feels your essence drip, drip, drip onto his tongue, the burn of his scalp was all he needed. and he took a hand to his cock to feel something.

you push his head away, pulling your panties up along with your shorts, so he pops the question.

“a..am i able to—“

“hell no, im still pissed at you. gonna have to make it up to me for a long, long time, mutt.”

[icallhimjoey]

panel things!

coming into the series as a newbie and into the fandom was extraordinary and insane, changed his life

he finds himself in situations now that leave him overwhelmed

when asked about the physicality of her performance, joe joked grace broke her arms for real as chrissy

joe wasnt given any homework from the duffers for his part, said he maybe pulled some 80s inspo from the breakfast club

he doesnt play dnd, only played it once because he had to for the netflix thing and had to pretend to know what he was doing

joe doesn't know what animal crossing is

he hasnt really played guitar since the show

doesnt have much time for hobbies, said he still cooks

grace said she binge watches indian matchmaking on netflix and joe joked that he was going to watch that too now

he said a lot has changed for him but at the same time not much has changed at all, is glad he gets to travel and work more

joked he was furious when he found out eddie was gonna die

grace said she liked dying because she'd never done it before, then gave joe a look (bc he fucking dies in everything)

said the kas theory sounds amazing and that he doesnt know if its gonna happen

when asked if he could play any person in history, who would he pick, he let the audience decide because he didnt know - they went with RDJ or Heath Ledger

if he could be a magician in a movie, he'd be david blaine

he said it’s moving to hear how these characters have changed peoples lives

if joe could talk to his future self, he'd ask how it's all going

if joe could talk to his 16 year-old self, he'd tell him to go to bed and do his homework

in the ST5 scripts, it was always master of puppets (never another song), like his death, no discussion

joe talked about hanging out with his cast-members and mason coming up with fun things to do, like going to the aquarium together

joe was asked 'american or european dr pepper' and he said ?? there's a difference?

joe met andy serkis and had sushi with him, said he’s great, no big deal

grace said joe would be a great paul newman - joe said, no he wouldnt

he kept rubbing the mic on his mouth

joe's not a starwars nerd

but he met darth vader and thought that was cool

first piece of media that inspired joe is disney's animated alice in wonderland, said he loved that film when he was younger

(xoxo to @jo-harrington once more who fed me live updates all throughout the full panel!)

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hello 👋

I've read some of your fics and I enjoy them a lot esp Taehoon.

I wanted to ask if you could do a fic about Taehoon getting into a serious fight with his s/o and how the would try to make up with them.

Genre: angst to fluff basically.

If you don't do angst then please discard this.

Thanks either way

I'll go by Black anon

Hey black anon. Thanks for the ask and reading my brainrot 🥰 the fight isn't serious serious, the angst isn't angst angst, and the fluff isn't fluff fluff but at least the DILF makes an appearance!

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Fall out

Taehoon says it's not that serious

Hansu notices something is wrong when you didn't come round for the third day in a row.

He takes his glasses off and sighs.

"Whatever you've done Taehoon, just apologise."

"I haven't done shit, old man."

"Taehoon."

Taehoon throws his dad a scowl, before turning back and glaring at his phone.

For the last 20 minutes, he's been absentmindedly scrolling through photos of you both.

You always seem so happy in the photos. And well, you're happy in person too. But there's something special about how your eyes crinkle and face lights up. It really is worth a thousand words.

And Taehoon himself, if not candid, is usually posing with a smirk or a glare. Typical really. Yet very occasionally, in rare instances, the camera captures how he looks at you - like you're the whole world.

He wrinkles his nose at this. Are you serious? This is how he looks? Like a love sick idiot? Urgh.

God, tonight fucking sucks and this whole thing fucking sucks.

He wouldn't be in this predicament if he could just face his feelings. Who has he got to blame but himself.

Sure, you've been dating for a little while now. However the fallout happened a few days ago. You asked him to meet your parents, as most couples do; Taehoon had recoiled and dismissed you, despite how upset you were getting. He regretted the words as soon as he said them.

"But I see your dad all the time!"

"It's not the same."

"How is it not the same?"

"It just isn't."

"You can't just avoid my family forever,"

"..."

"What sort of boyfriend doesn't meet their partner's family at least once?"

"..."

"We've been together for 9 months-"

"We're not that serious."

"Oh. Right."

And you, feeling humiliated and rejected, didn't say anything else and left. You haven't spoken to him since.

Look, he knows his argument isn't ruled by logic and it doesn't make sense. Yes, you see his dad a lot but you hang around at the studio and his house a lot too. Of course you would see Hansu.

But Taehoon meeting your parents? It seems momentous. Like a huge milestone.

Like... You're someone special.

Like you're his and he's yours.

Like finally admitting that he loves-

Like knowing if he were to lose you, then it would hurt.

Or if he wasn't able to protect you, and you would be gone, then-

Well, what then.

He didn't think he had it in him to care for someone else after Dowoon. But you came along, wormed your way into his life and his heart, and now?

If anything happened, he knows he wouldnt be the same. That if you went, you would take a piece of him. That even with time, the emptiness would still never heal.

Taehoon knows his whole argument is stupid. Because all these things were true months ago and they're true right now.

That really, he upset you for no reason.

Fuck.

"Fine. FINE!" Hansu looks over at his son's outburst in surprise.

"I'll apolog- call Y/N.”

"You should get her some flowers too,"

"Dad. Shut it."

Hansu looks at Taehoon disapprovingly. Seriously, who raised this brat?

.

.

You wait on your doorstep, tapping your foot impatiently.

You're still mad at him (and embarrassed). But when could you ever say no to Taehoon? He asked to meet you, you reluctantly agreed, but this bastard hasn't even said a word yet.

"Don't interrupt," You weren't even saying anything! Taehoon throws you a glare just for good measure. But you notice the way he fidgets, and he never fidgets. He's self confident to the core.

"I didn't mean what I said. I-" did Taehoon actually gulp? "I'm serious about you. Pretty fucking serious, ok. And if meeting your family makes you happy then," he shrugs, "fine. Let's do it now."

Hold on. You think you hurt your neck from his whiplash.

You're torn between actually wanting to introduce your delinquent boyfriend finally to everyone, and wanting to grill him. It's not everyday Taehoon gets into his feelings.

The latter wins out.

"Wait," you cross your arms and continue blocking his way in, "why the change of heart?"

Taehoon glowers at you. He sees your relaxed stance, the way you have loosened up even as you're playing hard to get.

Whatever, he isn't a coward.

"You're the most important person to me. I want you to be happy."

Oh. If you weren't soft before, then you definitely are now. This man is going to be the death of you.

You reach out and pull his cheeks, smiling at him fondly. "You asshole."

"Cut it out," he bats at your hands half heartedly.

"Was that so hard?"

"Just let me in,"

"Nope!"

"Don't you want me to say hi?"

"..."

"Don't you want to introduce your boyfriend?"

"Ack. Ok, fine fine." You finally let go and move aside.

... Something catches your eyes.

"Taehoon, you bought flowers?!"

[mxlktxa]

shes the one pt. II

part l part lll

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pairing; obsessive!ellie williams x f!reader

t/w; language, 18+ content/scenarios, obsessive behavior

a/n; i had some ppl asking for a pt2 (which is a huge compliment to me so thank you 🤎) i almost didnt cause i was scared it wouldnt be as good but here it is… enjoyyy ☺️

part l

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I could never see myself being taken care of by an absolute piece of art. A sweet, innocent girl in a fucked up world… Taking care or me? What a blessing. What would I do without her? She’s all that anyone could ever ask for. All that I alone could ever ask for.

“Ellie?” there it is. My favorite sound, the sound I wished to always hear, no matter where I went. The same sound that made my heart skip a beat, palms sweaty, and mind race like crazy. She’s like an immediate boost of adrenaline and I loved it.

My eyes shifted over to her as she stood in the bedroom doorway, remembering that I was sat on her bed in her home. Her oh-so-lovely home.

Subtly, I glanced over her body for a bit, occasionally stopping to stare at her hips. She was in some rather cute pajamas, though it threw me off a bit as to how she could ever wear shorts if it’s cold inside and outside of her home. No matter. As long as I got to see her in almost all her glory.

“You feeling better? How’s your head? Do you need anything?”

Just for you to slip out of those clothes and give me a chance to hear your cries, “I’m good, thanks,” you’re absolutely stunning, damn it.

“Oh, good,” her smile lit up the room. It could blind people if she really wanted it to but never me. It only ever made me melt, internally screaming at how a masterpiece like her could ever run my life with simple actions.

Her legs carried her over to the bed, propping herself behind me, on her knees in order to begin gently massaging my shoulders. Fuck, she’s so precious and those hands were just fascinating to feel.

“Joel came by after I brought you back and you fell asleep. Just wanted to check up on you and make sure you were okay.”

“What’d you tell him?”

“That you didn’t have any serious injuries and you should take it easy,” she whispered in my ear, chin resting on my shoulder, and hands sliding down to my waist, “and dont be mad. But I told Maria and she said you’ll be in my care until further notice.”

Why would I be mad at you for allowing me to spend time with you? You’re only granting me the time to try get you stuck on me just like I am to you. To have you close to me. To have you loving, pulling, touching and possibly fucking me.

“Why would I be upset about that?”

She sat in silence, shrugging, arms crossing at my abdomen to give me a nice, tight hug. A grin slid upon my face, mind going on a frenzy of multiple fantasies. This girl would be mine. This woman would go fucking crazy if she ever found out how much I admired her. I know it.

“I’ll run you a shower. You can get washed up then we can have some dinner together,” this divine celestial backed away from me, scooting off the bed to shuffle over to her dresser, revealing some clothes she had taken from my humble abode.

Why did you have to be my only source of happiness? Were you anybody else’s? Would you forever devote your life to me as I do so for you already?

How do I make you mine?

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if youd like to see a pt3 to this feel free to reblog and/or comment and let me know 🤎✨

a/n; pt 3 is up enjoy ☺️

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[mamadarama]

Omg previous ask back here I am so glad to hear your thoughts and your perspective was really nice!! :D

I do understand that it's meant to be frustrating as part of his character I just didn't know if it was lazy writing or character loyalty HELP cuz I can't tell sometimes

I do also wish his development turns positive because out of everyone in the cast I'd argue he deserves a bad ending the LEAST. Compared to what others have done, Madara is kinda,, tame. Not at all I mean if you compare vigilante justice and resorting to violence to protect your loved ones compared to say,,, martyring 5 students to the point of severe mental damage and indirectly causing mass suicide in your school, Madara's sins (at least, his known ones) are a drop in the bucket even if we estimate indirect casualties.

He's a guy that does bad and damages himself but never once did I at least perceive his actions to be malicious. If anything, I liked him for the fact that he does what he does to be better for others, and that singular thing will always resonate in my heart. I'd pull my hair out and bash my head against the wall if I had to summarize his character because he just ISN'T SIMPLE. I once tried to explain his lore to my sister and I ended up sending her a voice mail that was EIGHT MINUTES LONG and I talk fast.

Ahem anyways yes I do hope they don't bash his character story like whatever the fuck they did with other characters (coughs) (looks at the horror that is matrix) (coughs)

Also I forgot to sign off cuz I was in the middle of my shift but that was me ( @umiedibles ) wow madayumenon talking about Madara fork in the kitchen anyways have a good one I love your whiteboard posts :33 virtual milk and cookie for you 🥛🍪

tbh writing that made me realize id be disappointed if he ends up with anything more than a bittersweet resolution . a true positive everything turns out alright ending wouldnt be as impactful or very "madara". to me at least. after everything hes gone through the best way for his story to end imo would be to have him try and pull off a massive cataclysmic self destructive stunt, have his friends save him from himself (ideally kanata), and after its all over and his armor has been smashed to dust , finally learn to accept that things will never be the same again and thats okay. he still hates himself, he never reconciles with his family , but he stops actively trying to alienate people and starts exercising benefit of the doubt when it comes to other peoples opinions of him ("i dont know what you see in me but thank you regardless" instead of his current "liking me is a mistake on your part and im sorry for you") and that is the biggest piece of character development he could possibly have: accepting life as it is, no matter how unfair it happens to be

as for power scaling the sins of characters..... its unfair to say any of them are worse than any other. ive talked about this before but eichi, although bitter, was well intentioned. it tears him up inside to this day even. tsumugi was naïve. keito got lost in his own fantasies after obtaining a position of power. madara was provoked . and no one in the war got out unscathed. the only real dickbags in enstars are gatekeeper godfather priest etc

also matrix wasnt that bad . rinne is just rinne.

[zapsoda]

i think supervillain organizations need human resources too: zapsoda states the obvious for a looooong time

i find black hat fascinating because he is truly sadistic in a way many villains are not and it gives him a really bizarre dynamic with his 2.5 employees.

his sadism is something you have to keep in mind when analyzing all other asepcts of his character because it immediately answers most of the questions that arise throughout. for example:

q. why does he torture and threaten his employees?

a. he enjoys it :3

q. why is he so adamantly opposed to replacing them, despite his supposed contempt?

a. either he doesnt actually dislike them that much, or the catharsis and pleasure from tormenting them all the time makes up for it.

and finally, the one i enjoy the most: why is his favorite employee flug?

obviously, his least favorite is 505, because 505 is like. the embodiment of good. the opposite of evil. hes basically a big fluffy hero which is like. exactly what he hates. you might be asking: why does he let flug keep him around then? the answer:

i just have to trust all the bullshit the wiki says at face value since none of its sources are accessible anymore as far as i can tell.

anyways, that leaves us with flug and demencia. and demencia is like ... the obvious choice. i'm not just like biased cause i'm in love with her shes got it all: she's evil (at least more evil than flug), shes strong as fuck, and she worships bh. that's perfect, isn't it? the thing is, he doesn't seem to like her as much. this is the most evil part about him i think but here's why:

dem looooves him and i don't think he really wants to be loved i think he wants to be feared. he doesn't want people to feel happy when he's around, he's evil. theyre like orin scrivello and arthur denton.

in this regard, dem is a little too crazy for him, in the sense that she does not have the self preservation instincts flug has. she knows when to fuck off so bh doesnt rend her to pieces, but she generally doesnt exhibit the same fear or caution that flug does, because she believes fully that she is sooo awesome and black hat is soo perfect and in love with her that nothing bad will happen ever.

this makes her supremely difficult to fuck with in the traditional sense, because if he tries to do it without some sort of disguise or element of surprise, she'll just make big heart eyes lol. black hat doesnt get his desired reaction, and the interaction is no longer enjoyable for him.

obv, bh still has some attachment to her and does still find ways to screw with her, but it is harder and he has to be more creative. i think what he primarily enjoys about her is how evil she is. this might be a bit far fetched, but in the wrestling episode he clearly loved making her beat the shit out of flug. i think maybe he sees a bit of himself in her. but see, even here he is using her to accomplish the larger goal of getting under flugs skin (literally and figuratively).

so ultimately, we are left with flug. he is (also) entirely loyal and obedient to bh, but also he is scared shitless of the guy. i cannot stress enough that flug sees himself very highly, thus, he values self preservation above most other things. the way he sees it, he is so smart and awesome he can't die or feel immense pain, that would really suck! this is perfect, because it makes him so, so easy to fuck with, and black hat takes advantage of this constantly. its basically his favorite hobby.

this dynamic wouldnt work, of course, if flug didn't also have this weird fucking stockholm syndrome or whatever. he does adore bh. the bit in the opening of the pilot where he dreams of getting like. the mildest praise imaginable from black hat. haunts me esp cause it doesnt seem to come up again after that. he obviously wants to be respected/revered/admired for his intelligence and accomplishments, and from someone who he respects as much as bh even the tiniest crumb of validation is enough. because of that, he will do basically fucking anything for bh.

thus, black hat gets the best of both worlds: 505s fear and eternal suffering and demencias evil love and respect.

[fugsbunny]

ok im finished with the golden raven (meaning i completed the first read through, ill never be finished with these books) and here are some thoughts:

Jeremy and Jean recognizing harmful the same/similar behaviour in the other but not in themself WHY IS IT ME?! Jean in literally like 'Jeremy your family is shit why are you staying' without a second of reflection makes me want to cry

Jeremy Alan

there is a moment where "[Jean] dug the teeth of his key into his thumb" FOREVER PARTNERS MY HEART!

Jean trying to hush the commentator on tv he is so precious

"he deserves peace. thats why hes here" - "thats not enough" - "it is more than he has ever gotten" IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE CRYING AND ALSO HE DESERVES THE WHOLE WORLD

Jean telling Andrew "I wouldnt have given him (Neil) to you if id known you would just throw him away so carelessly" (regarding Andrew not quitting smoking to save Neil faster in need)

Kevin finally drinking vodka from a glass and not a bottle, but also Jean being strongly again him drinking (so much) at all, finally someone adressing this very harmful behaviour and tryinng to do womething abou it, alcoholism is no joke, and also later telling him to stop night practices because he learned the acerage raven career is 5 years he cares so much

Jean being a fan of emotional procrastination, hard same

Derek and Derrick and Shawn and Shane, its giving same hat, also Derek and Derrik have massiv Ransom and Holster vibes, i love them

i dont know if this was intentional, but Jean explicitly takes Kevins postcard from Laila with both hands, which is the polite thing to do in Japan

the guillotine drawing at the door which was of course fucked up but also very funny

Jean sometimes counting things to distract himself or pass time is again giving forever partners

there are 29 Trojans and Jean is number 29 (and also i just relized Neil being number 10 of 10 Foxes at the start of the original series) being kind of a flip of Riko having to be number 1, being last but surpassing everyone, i hope you know what i mean im struggling with words

Jeremys "we all knew" big big ouch, that whole situation and family is fucked up

i really loved the sentence "the trojans couldnt change how their opponents played, only how they performed despite the unchecked violence" you can choose to not let your circumstances define who you want to be, love it so much

Choach Rhemann coming out of nowhere to deck Zane, in my head he had a steel chair for it and hes my hero

Coach Rhemann asking Jean what he can do for him and Jean thinking that "in no universe could he ask for more than what hed already gotten" BOY YOU DESERVE THE WORLD! i love that he has so many people looking out for him now

also Jean later actually saying the words "I deserve to get better" SO HUGE! IM CRYING!!!!

also also Jean putting Wymack and Rhemann in the fathers category had my heart hurt at every following yes coach im so happy for him that he slowly is letting these people in

later he hugs Cat to comfort her because that is what she does to comfort him, he learned that from her! hes unsure about it first and than realizes how easy it is, how easy it is for him! him healing means so much to me

Browning saying "ill guess well see, wont we" to Jeans "i have nothing left that is worth this" and Jean also later thinking this would come back to haunt him later IM SO FUCKING NERVOUS I HATE THIS

Aaron being allowed to drive Andrews car, so huge

Jeremy always saying "what would i do without you" to William and him replying "let us not find out" towards the end has me thinking we will definitly find out in the next book

Jeremy "facing his stepfather empty-handed rarley turned out well" do i even want to know what this means? also what a huge piece of shit, im very exited for him getting what he deserves in the next book

also Jeremy immediatly sassing him is also giving neil, with makes me thing about forever partners again and Jeremy hopefully being Jeans new forever partner

everytime Jean calling Lailas place home without even thinking about it and it burning down, how could they do this

"the best entertainment [Jeremy] had to offer was a tangled up yo-yo and a hacky sack" love the return of the yo-yo, very funny but also very sad

why did Andritch terminated the contract of the raven who had a breakdown in class? why only his and no other before or after? am i missing something?

Sergio writting that the incident was the first time he ever saw Jean being afraid of Zane, i dont know what i think of this, but im sure its not good

Jeremys mom calling so often the week they are away is yes super controlling and not good at all, but probably very easy for Jeremy to spin as a caring think, her worrying about him etc. I mean he knows his family is fucked but he also still cares for them and wants to be a part of this family and this made me think about how he probably twists a lot of this harmful stuff to protect himself so he can still see them as a family worth wanting idk man, but it made me think because if someone told me their mom was calling a lot when shes away i would think ok thats a bit much but its probably coming from her caring and worrying

"...Tanner following [Jean] around like a little duckling..." vs. Elodies little duck dress im crying again

[cursedthing]

I would LOVE to hear about ferry and what they think of wynncraft. would you mind doing a summary of their journey in a single post? i want to make sure the bits i'm piecing together are right

.!!!!!!! :D

.okay SO! we were planning to make a post like that detailing stuff about it but quick summary time since we keep. procrastinating on making said post!

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.oh fuck forgot that we are not good at summerizing uuuh shit hol on. delete this bit later <-.no <-.what the fuck,,,,,,,

.basically ferry's story follows the events of wynncraft really closely with barely any deviation, save for some details! the best way to describe ferry at the beginning is "v1 from ultrakill mixed with us fucking around and the drifter from hyper light drifter", that description of it's character still rings true but with added experience and growth from what it witnessed and went through. .to understand why it acts certain ways at some points you have to know that it is. literally. technically. only a few months old. it only existed for a few months! it trully became alive in the wagon from fruma to the wynn border! the first people it saw and heard were aledar and tasim! sure it has the body and mind of a young adult but even then it's still incredibly young comparing to any other characters, both in age and experience. which is also the reasoning for why the memory orb in recover the past quest reacted that way to it, there's LITERALLY nothing for it to uncover, they're asking for the impossible. .from this segment it leads pretty well into another, "what do you mean ferry only became alive at the wynn border?" well, it's not exactly human. the closest shortest description of it's species is "homonculus" and even then it's not correct. since the traditional homonculi are made out of clay or similar. what ferry is made out of is flesh and metal. sort of similar to iron guards. but not. as with iron guards the people are still there within, just.... beneath tons and tons of layers of metal. and even then you wouldnt just simply find a villager body inside. anyways enough of that. if iron golems are "reuse" then ferry is "recycle". it wasn't made from one single body, so in a way its muscles and flesh and everything that falls under tha category are in some way unique. what about the metal parts? it's not exactly as simple as how iron guards are composed. where there is somewhat of a clear line between the two. in ferry's case flesh and metal, organic and inorganic blend so well that at certain points you can't even tell where one begins and where one ends! or which is which! the clearest distinction is its "mask", which is actually just it's face. the face plates can be removed with a bit of fiddling (however they will still be connected with "flesh tendrils", to make sure that it doesnt LOOSE its face), which is how it can eat. it doesnt really have a mouth, or well it does but it doesnt exactly have teeth or anything to chew with. so it's sort of bound to only eating soft foods (what the army cooks serve, it also calls whatever it eats from them as "soldier slop" affectionately). in similar vein it is quite hypermobile, it's joints loose and out of wack. projecting our chronic pain onto it. also the front of its throat is translucent so that you can watch whats happening inside, as a treat ^_^

."okay but who the fuck made this thing?" nobody knows! as far as everyones concerned ferry is human! a weird as shit human but human nontheless! even if that's incorrect! only folks who know are death (calls it human since IT doesnt know that it's not), orphion (doesnt give a shit what species his pulse is, he likes it either way), maxie (look he figured out ava in like under five minutes. he spent way much time with ferry than he did with ava. he most definently knows just didn't know how to like.. approach that specific topic. he doesn't care that ferry is whatver it is, he only cares when medical stuff is involved [he wants his friend to be okay]) and the medic maxie hired for ferry during the feathers fly part 2 quest. lari came CLOSE after sensing ferry in the realm of light but just didn't have the time or place to fully process that and ask ferry about it, more important things were happening. back to the original topic, no one knows. someone in fruma did however. how ferry even came to the border is a mystery. only certain thing is that it was made for war, that it is a living weapon, judging by its behaviour and instincts. was it made out of rebellion (magic is forbidden in fruma after all!), was it made out of hope for a better future (so that things like ferry are mass produced and that the convicts stop basically being death sentenced to wynn)? no clue! it just exists and will continue to exist if orphion and death have a say in it (which they do).

.okay just read this over and realized that that is NOT a summary of its story that is an essay on it's nature gjfdklgjldfg .so uh, yeah it's story follows the events really closely and it really likes it's friends (lari, maxie, olon, seaskipper, aledar, tasim, axelus, afelis and the orcs [ava and korzim not included as it wants to give ava space and it doesnt know korzim all that well, on the account of avoiding molten heaights after the questlines end. it is NOT good with grief])

.if you want to know anything specific about it please ask we'll try our best to answer it!!! :D .hope you enjoyed reading this!!