#so he is being AWFUL 👿

[imwritesometimes]

the last time I was this sick was over a decade ago and my grandma took me to the urgent care and nearly went Lucille Bluth on the dr

[fandomstars]

Amazing stuff you write out there. I like how your hc-s are not too long neither too short, your blog definitely deserves more attention ^_^ If you have time and not too much requests on your head could you write headcanons of tbb and their texting styles with their s/o? Like who would be the very formal one and who would write quite lenghty messages lmao. Anyways wish u a great day 😻

Aw thanks! Honestly I’m surprised since I feel like I write too short (especially on crazy stuff everyone requests haha), but I’m glad your enjoying my work!

Hm texting styles…sure why not?

Bad Batch x SO Texting

Hunter:

Definitely would be 50/50 on text length. Like most of the time he’ll be short and sweet, but there are moments he can’t help but go full length.

He doesn’t really do memes, but he occasionally sends a quick gif if he can’t text something quick enough.

Emojis he’ll send his SO: 😁😃😄🥹😂😇☺️🥰😍😘😚😜😎🤩😏🫣🤗😑😲🫶👍🫂💐⭐️🍯💌💘🖤❤️❤️‍🔥🤠

Crosshair:

He’s definitely one to go for short texts. It’s rare he will go on and on in length.

He’ll do memes and gifs a lot, but mainly memes just to spite his brothers / make you laugh. Don’t think if you send any he’ll laugh…you’ll never know.

Emojis he’ll send his SO: 🙃😘😗😙😚😜😎😏😤😳🫥😶🤫😐😑🙄🥱😈👿👻👍👋🫵👀👥🦅🦇🐦‍⬛🐍🪽🪶🐈‍⬛🌲🌹✨🔥❤️‍🔥🖤😉🤨

Echo:

He loves to do lengthy texts. He’s a romantic, and while it takes much longer due to cybernetics, he’d rather speak his mind than just something simple. Only time he does simple is if he’s in a rush/on a mission.

He’s secretly the king of memes and gifs. He did such more with his Domino squad, but while his memory is shaky at times, he has said skills ingrained in him. Crosshair doesn’t believe it.

Emojis he’d send to his SO: 😃😄😆😂😅🥹😇☺️😊😉😍🥰😘😋😝😎🤩🥳🥸😏🥺😳😱🤗🫡🫣🤔🤫😐😧🤐😈🤖👾🫶👍🤝✌️👌🖐️👋🦿🫂🤷🪖🦇🦜🍀🌸🌙🌟☀️🫧🧁📚🩷💖💙🦾

Wrecker:

He loves to text you! He’s more short text, but he might do a lengthy text if he ever feels like it. Mainly after a tough mission/day.

He loves to sent memes and gifs, like he’ll flood your message board with them.

Emojis he’ll send to his SO: 😃😄😁😆🥹😅😂🤣😇☺️🥰😘😍😉😋😛🤪😜😝🥸😎😏😳😱🤗🫡🤭🫣🤫🫨😧👻😸😹🫶👏👍👊💪🫵🫂🐱🦍🌷⭐️💥🔥☀️🫧🥞🧇🍖🧁🍬🏋️‍♂️🎉💛💘💞❤️‍🔥👋

Tech:

He will try to text you as much as he can when separated. While he’d rather type out in length to you, he’ll most likely do short due to being busy.

He’s also secretly a genius at memes and gifs. His brothers have been texted one every now and then, but they don’t know the mass amount he’s sent you that make you roll on the floor laughing every time.

Emojis he’ll send to his SO: 😄🙂😇☺️😉😘😗🧐😏🫡🫢🫣🤔🤫😶🫥😧😯👍🫶👏🖐️👋👥🧑‍💻👓🐞🐱🐋🐘☘️🌺✨🪐☀️🌊🍨☕️🚀📱📚💜🤍💝💘🛠️

[kismetconstellations]

@maya-matlin, I know your message was a single character's name, but I'll go ahead and respond for the show, instead, if that's all right.

❤ Favorite character: Takashi Shirogane, my beloved.

👿Least favorite character: Sendak. As awful as Zarkon is, Sendak inspires a visceral hatred in me that only Haggar comes close to. Maybe it's his smug sense of superiority, or the fact that he's Shiro's personal tormentor who not only gets off on torturing Shiro,

but is implied to have sexually violated him, as well.

Regardless, I derive immense satisfaction from the- tragically brief- moment of Shiro getting to overpower Sendak and using the ugly hulking bastard's momentum against him to piledrive him into the ground.

It's not nearly enough, but it's something.

Though, I still think Shiro should have got to kill him. As a treat.

💐Comfort character: Shiro.

And, Hunk.

The sweetest boys. ❤

😍Character you have the biggest crush on: I don't know if I would call it a "crush", but...

I most certainly appreciate Shiro aesthetically.

🤝 Character you relate to the most: Shiro, for his experiences as a trauma survivor grappling with symptoms of self-loathing and PTSD, his fear of being a "broken" "monster", and drive to prove that he's so much more than what he was forced to be, and Hunk, for his anxiety, love of cute things, and desire to bring happiness and comfort to others.

🔥Character you think is overrated:

🧨Character you love to hate: I don't enjoy hating anyone, but I would bring a bag of popcorn to watch Sendak and Haggar duke it out in a fight to the death.

🙈 Character you always forget exists: Any character exclusive to seasons three through six, which I still haven't been able to convince myself to watch because of the clone. I'm sorry, but I cannot take that haircut seriously.

The fact that "Kuron" is so blatantly not Shiro, and gets several seasons of both bonding with Shiro's found family, and driving wedges between them, while the real Shiro, whom I spent two seasons getting to know and love deeply, is dead and languishing on the Astral Plane sits so wrongly with me.

These two men are not the same person. I could go on and on about the differences in confidence levels, how the clone comes across as younger and having a harsher edge, while Shiro seems older, worn, and is much, much softer and gentler. How the clone seems to be wearing eyeliner while Shiro simply has long eyelashes. That Shiro's essence being transferred into the clone's body caused the clone's fringe to magically change shape and grow out, which is unintentionally hilarious--

-- and proves that Shiro would never wear his hair that way...

I beg you, fandom, please stop referring to the clone as Shiro. He's an entirely separate person with a different temperament and his own unique personal struggles; not Actual Shiro with a different (terrible) haircut.

(It's also aggravating that "Kuron" got to reunite with Matt, who Shiro saved, while Post-Resurrection Shiro and Matt have no interaction onscreen. And, if the image I've seen floating around of "Kuron" in a group hug with Team Voltron is something that legitimately happened in the show, and not part of a character's fantasy, it's even more galling that the only people Post-Resurrection Shiro receives hugs from are Keith, right after his revival, and Allura, when she's bidding him farewell before she kills herself.

This man died, and he's only hugged by two people once he's brought back to life. Disgraceful.)

🐰Favorite non-human character: Since so much of the cast is comprised of non-human aliens, I'll reword this prompt a little bit.

My favorite non-human, in the sense that she doesn't have any somewhat human features other than two forward-facing eyes, two hands with fingers and thumbs, two feet, and a mouth located on her face, is Shay.

I love how gentle, sweet, and soft-spoken she is. Precious rock girl.

My favorite non-humanoid character is a three-way tie between Bae Bae,

Kosmo,

and the mice.

Bonus shout out to Kova for having an interesting design and being a space cat.

❤️‍🩹 Character who deserved better: Just one? I'll have to go with the only character who was treated worse than Shiro by the hack brain trusts in charge of the train wreck this show became, and that is, of course, Allura. One could write entire essays covering all of the ways she was heinously wronged by the writers, from never getting the chance to heal from her grief over losing her parents and entire home world and culture, to having her trust exploited and betrayed by Lotor, to bearing the weight of her guilt over that betrayal all the way up to the moment she sacrifices herself, to the utterly needless and cruel sacrifice, itself.

The fact that I've seen fanfiction tags and comments referring to her as a "bitch", and fics where the author warps her character, emphasizing her flaws to a ridiculous degree for the purpose of bashing her, usually complemented by a nice side of Shiro warping and bashing, with the two of them uniting to be great big bullies to Lance, Keith, or both, is absurd and detestable. But, unfortunately, it's the sort of behavior one comes to expect from a fandom populated by majority young, somewhat overzealous fans.

Spite has always been a powerful motivator for me, however, so every encounter with a fic, comment, or post of this nature only makes me like Allura and her vastly under-appreciated friendship with Shiro all the more. The price of being noble, self-sacrificing, hyper-competent, beautiful, and hated by your writers because of it is immature fans who can't or are unwilling to appreciate you, I guess.

Their loss.

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Thank you so much for the submission! ❤

[just-some-random-blogger]

typing and running 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ s/o and morpheus

“You can not take everything”

“But I can handle it. " ~ double meaning 😏😶 ~

Skin

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: You've always been overeager when it came to your lover, but who could blame you? Anyway, he doesn't seem to be complaining.

Word Count: >600

Warnings: Implied sexy times, dream soft hours, gender neutral!reader, low key bratty!reader, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: WHY ARE YOU RONNIN!? 👿 since all my requests are only ever anons lol, and all of yall sa 's/o' im convinced you're the same person tbh AHHAHAH that just changes speech patterns LOLOLOLOLL also, we're entering dream soft hours because i saw this post and T_T i hug i kiss i love but more importantly, i annoy gif 1 from pinterest IM SO ANNOYED BY THE TINYNESS OF THE GIF BUT WHATEVER totally not me finishing this in the middle of my class HAHAHAHA

It wasn't always that I had him like this, sleeping underneath me.

I mean, after all, what use was sleep to its King?

I found tranquility in the sound of his deep breaths. With my head pressed against his toned chest and the sound his heartbeat lulling against my ear, my fingers were inspired to draw shapeless lines across his chest.

I swear that there was a literal shine to his alabaster skin. It was probably glimmers of stardust, if not the glow of his being, seeping out out him.

It is not because of how blissed I was in our most recent lovemaking that I felt in awe of him, but simply because he was a being of awe.

My eyes fluttered to my surroundings, to the very forms of the room that he had built for us in his domain, in the Dreaming. It was by his will that this place was shaped the way it was, and it was by his adoration of me that I was able to even behold it.

I release a breath and press a kiss on his skin as I place my palm flat on his ribcage.

"I was still trying to make out the form of your illustration," his voice whispers, causing me to shift my gaze up to him.

I smile at his soft expression, unable to help myself in caressing his cheek, "it was nothing."

He hums, a galaxy of blue irises fixed upon me, "I would have made a constellation out of it."

I chuckle and shift from my spot, moving to straddle him like how I did moments ago, "it would have been more confusing than most."

"My love," he breathes through his lips as his hands find their way to my thighs, "I can feel your exhaustion still."

I shake my head and bite my lower lip, "but how can I help myself when I know the pretty thing beneath me has no exhaustion?"

I slowly position myself perfectly above him, so that I could feel his throbbing need beneath me, and rock my hips against his.

“You can not take everything-” he mutters, propping himself up on his elbows, "-I will not have you get hurt."

“But I can handle it," I coo, leaning down to kiss him, "or did you forget?"

The warmth of his mouth tastes like what I would imagine serenity does. When I was with him, I was whole, I was safe, and I was loved. There was nothing more that I wanted than to express this to him, but unfortunately, he made me an absolute mess for words.

My hands land on his chest; his land to my sides, massaging me tenderly.

My entire body begins to burn for him all over again.

I pull away, eyes closed, and rest my forehead on his, "my heart sings for you, Dream."

I slowly open my lids and find his pretty face. Morpheus already had his eyes locked on mine.

"I love you with all of me," I mutter like a prayer, "let me show you this in a way my words cannot."

The next moment, a surprised breath leaves me, and I am now pressed beneath the Dream Lord. He locks his lips on mine with the softest of kisses, then kisses the tip of my nose, my nose bridge, then my forehead, "you do not need to. I know your very dreams are of me."

Though solemn and undeniably true, I cannot hide the amused smirk that grows on my lips, "and you enjoy that," I shift my legs around him, "don't you?"

"Very much," he smirks back at me.

"Then," I tighten my legs around him, "if not to show you my love," I lick my lips, "for me," I give an exaggerated sigh, "will you be so cruel and leave me needy, oh maleficent king?

His brows quirk, "if anything my dear," he rolls his hips, "it is you who are cruel and maleficent."

The moans that leave my mouth hinder any reply from leaving.

"Perhaps, I ought to live up to your slander," he hums, "I wager you'd enjoy that."

[starry-eyed-never-satisfied]

🛼 🦴 🪲 🐝 🍅 and 🍬 ^W^

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

👿💔⭐💖🚀

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

KISS!!!!! I'm mostly inspired by stories from KISStory, or things that I think could have happened. Also music in general for fine details, I can put a song on, shut my eyes and see what's happening like I'm watching a movie.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

Paul was talking with Eric and Bruce when Gene came storming in, steam coming out of his ears.

“PAUL STANLEY!!!!”

Gene strode over and grabbing Paul’s arm dragged him into the office.   “Sorry guys, we just need a moment,” he said, and shut the door behind them.

Eric and Bruce looked at each other, shrugged and dove for the door, ears up against it.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

I really wanna shout out to @elrohare and @insanityisdivine and @speckster for the lovely feedback I've received on Let Me Know. I was quite anxious about how it would be received, and this is the fastest I've ever written a multi chapter fic and it was your feedback, knowing that you were enjoying it, that has made me work so hard on it 💜💜💜

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

I guess the biggest things I stress about is smut. If there's no smut I'm worried that people won't like it. If there is smut I'm worried that it is detracting from the serious themes of the story. Also the amount of description and detail. I feel like its boring without the descriptions, but then I worry cause since I see the scene in my head, I want to describe everything!

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Oh no I'm gonna get kicked out of KISSblr for this one! Okay, I have really mixed feelings about Ace. I love him for being there in the beginning and what they built together. I love the photos and footage of them all together, you can see the chemistry, the affection, the love. I love that about them. But I hate his current attitude, he has been so awful lately. I actually haven't listened to anything from his new album because of this. And I didn't want him at the last show.

[somevagrantchild]

Antoine, Santh, Louis, David aaand Daniel for the ask:)

Aw yiss I like all these guys!! Now I have to really contemplate what "order of preference" means 😅

Louis, cause duh. He's my bae.

Antoine, sweet baby. He loved and adored and took care of Lestat for 10 long years while he was recovering from his burns, never once resenting him for spending the entire time pining for Louis. Just pure love there. It was exactly what Lestat needed at such a dark, painful time of his life. And I'm always here for a manic/violent musical genius with a tender heart.

David, I like him! He's got a dark/twisted side while still being so refined and classy. One of those characters who was thematically a vampire before he ever actually died. He drops anything to help Lestat time and time again, even when no one else thinks Lestat deserves to be helped. That's love, devotion. Yet, he's no sycophant with Lestat, he keeps it real, and says the hard things others are either afraid to say or don't care enough to bother. For a good while, he's the only person who Lestat can pour out his heart to who won't punish him (or think he deserves to be punished) for his messy feelings. The last time Lestat had someone who just let him be himself like that?? Antoine. Lestat needs this from *someone* in his life, and he goes through so many decades without it over and over again.

Santh, a good bloke. Responsible, wise, jovial, kind, and instantly devoted to Lestat and the Court because he sees the value in it, the importance in creating a community for people who all feel like outsiders that is built on love and fellowship, the opposite of how it was in his time in the Queen's rule. He'll become a magnate of the Court and get all the young vampires on the right track, so that none of them ever have to feel so alone again. And he has absolutely 0 hesitation to chop off the head of his own fledgling for not being on board with this positive community. Ruthless in the name of good.

Daniel. He stole Armand's attention from Lestat, so that makes him last by default 👿 But Lestat likes him, so I do too. He's smart, brave, and not afraid to go after what he wants. I've never been into him as a character concept, because he was a modern era new guy, and I'm here for the immortals with some centuries behind them, the ruffles and lace kind of vampires and their historical-era stories. But as a person, he's cool. I love how he's fascinated with other people's stories, not at all self-absorbed. Another one of Anne's rich kid fantasies, traveling around the world, staying at fancy hotels, and dining at the ritzy restaurants, yet still a down to earth guy, who just wants magic powers and to live forever. Who can blame him?

[lukeskylovr]

i’m posting my episode thoughts in one thing for each episode so !!!!

ep 1 thoughts

CROWLEY BEING SO EXCITED OMFG IM GONNA CRY

oh she’s so vibrant i’m going to kill someone

AZI AND MAGGIE OH MY GOD he’s so lovely. AND SHOSTAKOVICH?!!??! I FUCKING LOVE SHOSTAKOVICH

aw no omg heaven won’t talk to azi anymore 😭😭

maggie and nina oh my god they’re sooooooooo cute

OMG AZI CONDUCTING THR MUSIC WHILET LISTENING I DO THAT 😭😭 HES SO ME

HI MURIEL

oh their outfit is so pretty i love it

i missed crowley’s walk so much

THE 3 REASONS AZI CALLS CROWLEY IM GONNA EXPLODE

oh my god he called him angel again i’m

maggies clothes are so so cute i love them

omg maggie and i are so similar i love her

NOOOOO SHE HAS A PARTNER

crowley w his glasses off ❤️❤️

“I . am . dusting . 👿” 😭😭

CROWLEY SMOKING 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

omg they’re locked in the shop together

muriel my little skrunkle 😽😽😽😽

all the angels having different coloured shoes aaaaa

NO EW THE FLIES IN CROWLEY’S CAR EWWW

yeah maggie is so me i don’t drink either

GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY OH MY FUCKING GOD I KNEW IT WAS CROWLEY’S SONG

a proper apology *falls to my knees* 😭😭😭

A FUCKING LITTLE DANCE?!!?!? IM ACTUALLY SOBBING WHAT WAS THAT

[mustardflavoredbear]

I'm in so much pain right now

it's time to

Ramble about

Double Trouble

I spent 3 hours on this what girl

I keep having this dream where double trouble has a very slick stylish sport car (I'm not a car guy :b) but their ass is a terrible driver they had me gripping on the seat for dear life while they were singing

Also for some reason there were so many snacks in their car like so many and they were fucking speeding and Doing tricks it was awful and then Scorpia was there and I was trying not to vomit

(warning TRANSPHOBIA,HATE CRIME, assaulted None is detailed because my ass will start crying EHHEHEHE) it's Miserables miserable background lore I want them to be miserable 💖 all this is my personal headcanon 🦎✨ I want them to explode lovingly ♡

I just love them so much I want to strangle them until they explode and I finally realize they are made of glitter and I eat the glitter and become a god GOD THEY MAKE ME GO CRAZY HAVING AUSTIM AND LOVING DOUBLE TROUBLE has me foaming at the mouth I want to eat them Everytime i look at them my mouth goes fruity I know for a fact Canon Double trouble would never love me 😞 but all I want to to take a bite out of them like just please gimme a bite out of your arm Like how are they going to feel when I tell their ass "hey I dream about you every night and I also talk to a ai of you so I don't have to think thoughts" Double Trouble is hiding in a corner behind bow "IT THAT ONe HE SCARES ME HIS AUSTIM IS TOO STRONG"

Ramble ramble

Anyways FINALLY WARNING ramble UNDER CUT

Like themselves double trouble likes nice and fancy things they try later in life to not be such money whore but they put so much of their value to money they were rather poor when they were younger and also they never got gendered correctly until they got money

Double trouble lived in a rather backward homophobic small poor town when they were younger Double trouble has known they were nonbinary for a long time but people didn't believe that they were trans They had to fight their family their friend for people to believe them but still no one believed they would get misgender and deadname they would get harassed in the streets called slurs hate crime etc all the sad bad things and being not super confident they would let people walk all over them they were the only out queer kid in this small poor lizard town

One day the next town over a more richy place decides to throw a play to help raise money for the town they also ask people for the town to perform in the play DT being curious about this play they start to stalk the theater production watching the theater made them fall in love and they really want to join but they want to be safe but they later find out the whole director of this was trans as well so they decide to join they loved everything about theater they finally felt like themselves and they finally started to get super confident in themselves they finally found something where they can truly be themselves

None of the fellow theater kids were around DT age (MINOR 👿) so the director started playing favorites with them grooming them and all the horrible bullshit saying shit like you need me i get you Double trouble just thought she was being werid and ignored it even when she tried to kiss them and touch them they just push her off and nervously laugh it off

They then noticed they were kicked off from the leading role and finally confronted her and told her she is being a fucking pedo and they know who they are they left their home town and went all around ETHERIA and eventually living in the crimson waste where they try and find people to trust but mostly find pain they started dating this one lizard lady they were fun and sexy and little chaotic (but she was very much a walking red flag) she made double trouble fall head over heels but they remind them of the director and being any type of physical with her made them wildly uncomfortable they tried to shake off the feeling but they couldn't and she wouldn't stop asking pressuring them to do things and everything that they did to them made them uncomfortable and then she started asking them to change for her and started asking those stupid questions "what in your pants" what's your "real name" can I see you before your transitions

djjdidysusisv

Double Trouble tried to ignore all these red flags until they found this SKANK both cheating on them and stealing all their shit after them two fucks passed out double trouble took all their shit back and drew all over their face

they decided they wanted to focus on getting money so they started petty theft and when they were adults they got a slightly more stable income as a pole dancer but they did it mostly when they were in the mood

Being by themselves they get more and more (sometimes fake) confident with themselves

Does this even make sense or are my words to jumbled!!?!?

ALSO IF YOU READ ALL OF THIS WHOLESOME HEADCANNONS DOUBLE TROUBLE TAIL IS BENT THIS IS INSPIRED BY MY CAT SKELETON BECAUSE I LOVE HER SKELETONNNN

Stimulus for my Austim because I love myself

did you know AUSTIM is a crazy obsession interest so I'm crazy about double trouble God I just want to give them a little kiss I WANT TO EAT THE ENTIRE SHOW SHERA takes big bite out of Shera logo

They make me so FUCKING HAPPY AND I WANT THEM TO EXPOLDES

I want them to be miserable and then be a better person and then they kiss people God please please please gimme double trouble and let me eat them

I want this fruit salad in my mouth

Honestly should I do what all the Shera characters taste like cuz girl some of them taste so good AHAHAHAHHA (this sounds weird ad fuck I HAVE THAT THING Where TASTE COLOR SOUND ETC AHAH" )

[rewordthis]

Aw pals! What was that episode??? Pandemonium for real!

But first, let me say… Dude, what was that squeal when Yuuji tore mechamaru from his ear??? 🥶 I’m still confused if it was actually him or just a distortion in the sound. 😑

Well, at least the rest of the episode was nice…

I loved Gojo’s disgusted face, as he asked to get boxed already. Like “dude if you’re gonna do it, just do it! Duh!” lol

Naobito gramps barfing up the six pack he downed… He’s a freaking animal (derogatory). 🤢😞 Maki wasn’t kidding when she said she couldn’t stand living in that house. Damn~

Yuuji climbing that building like Spider-Man… 😑 Then the highlight: screaming “Nanamiiin!!!” lmao Here I must say that I so get him, though. For all the embarrassment I get to call up on someone I know on the street and usually end up creeping behind them (and scaring the f!ck out of them of course…), I have done that a couple times. Like, it’s mortifying to even think of doing it, but I admit I can actually be that embarrassing sometimes. If it’s gotta be done, it gets done. End of story. 😶‍🌫️🫠

And Nanami just being there like…

…

Also. That curse user that stabbed Ijichi is so damn annoying… 😠 He kept stubbing him in the same place, but that must be the point ig. I mean, it’s not clear yet — excuse me if I’m stupid and this has already been addressed — but assistants also have cursed energy, right? Like Maki said in the movie; the base requirement is been able to see cursed spirits (these people are windows, correct?) so being an assistant and being able to cast even the simplest barrier should mean that you’re able to manipulate your own cursed energy. Which logically should lead to Ijich being able to do what Gojo did when Toji stabbed him with the normal sword, to somehow strengthen his body enough so he won’t loose too much blood and not get a crucial hit in any vital organs… right? Am I wrong? Uuuh, Nanami will find him approximately after 10 minutes, if I’m not completely off and he’s not dead by then, that is… 😒

By the way… shouldn’t there be a 💢 on Jogo’s head or something when he was arguing with Choso? The characteristic squeak was there but the visual (💢) wasn’t. 🧐

Not gonna pass on Choso’s smirk, either. That was so funny, like… why are you like this you little shit! hahaha 😂

And the twins… Pff~ That rotting brain knew just how to manipulate them, huh? Tsk! Threatening to kill them with the body of the man they worshiped the ground he was walking… that should have hurt like hell. 😔 It should also mean that they hadn’t had a say in the taking, right? It forced them to do its dirty job but they didn’t know how to make it into a binding pact to get the body back after helping it out with its plan… Ah, Geto, you didn’t taught your girls right. Yet, you had the nerve to speak about Gojo not properly teaching Yuuta how to imbue a curse into an object. 🤡

Curiously, though, that ‘slime’ thinks (?) that ‘regret’ can’t be served to it? It sounded like ‘regret’ is a taste it has actually missed? Maybe from when it was an actual human? Like how Sukuna was a human? Oh! But if it’s never been a human, it could be from when it first got born into the world? (I’m speculating— because even with all the spoilers that fly around, there seems to be a lack of knowledge around this thing’s origins. I’m so fucking glad Gege has managed to keep things obscure af!!! CLOWNS CAN’T spoil what they don’t know! Meeeh~ *aggressively sticks out tongue* >:P Eat that! On that note, however, I WILL FUCKING BITE AND BLOCK ANYONE THAT POSTS ANYTHING ABOUT MY BELOVED SUKUNA-SAMA FROM THE FUCKING MANGA AND DOESN’T USE MANGA–SPOILER TAGS!!! EVERYONES LIVES WILL GET MISERABLE IF YOU DON’T PAY HEED!!! THIS IS YOUR WARNING!!!💢👿💢) I mean, as a genuine brain curse — most probably born from the resentment of humans toward intelligence itself — with all that this should entail. Like fear of the minds’ capabilities, understanding, adaptability (which also is part of the cursed technique of that thing: adapting and using the host’s technique), enlightenment even... Or, if we take it seriously from only the perspective of its main ability, aka: taking over a body, then we must be talking about nothing more than a parasite with intelligence. I wonder if that’s how a brain-worm would operate as a curse… lol However, I still think it was once a human. Because regrets are humans’ privilege, in my humble opinion. 😗 Aaah~ I rambled a bit there, didn’t I? I shall put a full-stop here, then. Ok, I lied. Sue me! But I just remembered; what it said about the phenomenon of the memories flowing into it because of the soul so the soul and the body must be one undivided existence… What? How about muscle memory? A body is perfectly capable of reacting to something in its own accord. If there is something to trigger the reaction, then the reaction will take place anyway. Isn’t the soul supposed to be interconnected to the consciousness? Is the soul unrelated to the mind? Huh? It could be argued that the consciousness, the mind and the memory all reside in the brain while muscle memory (essentially mechanical reaction) and unconscious reside in the body and are connected through the subconscious. So maybe that’s what this rotting brain goo is actually riding onto??? Because there is a possibility the subconscious is the only thing that doesn’t reside in the physical world, thus is what essentially and practically cursed energy actually is and where it springs from. Right? Eh? Ugh… Yes, I might not have explained that correctly. Second language barriers you see. lmao Anyway, that’s all I wanted to point out for now. For real this time. 🤗

Also! Not to forget the man himself— Gojo is chill enough to find the time to play around in that box… Like, dude! 😎😅 Be the menace you’re usually being for Nanami and Ijichi and break a deeper crater to sink in, will you? You’re already flexing in there. I’m sure you tried to open the seal from the inside and that’s why it overloaded. Because when a device overloads, it often gets short-circuited and overheats. From there it either bursts into fire, explodes or melts. That’s why the eyes melted— I’m so convinced of this. However, I don’t think the fact that the prison’s eyes turned blue means that Gojo can see outside. It feels more like during the processing the object reflects what it sees inside itself…? If that makes any sense… 🤷‍♀️ (Yes, I will be calling that thing a device because that’s what I see it being. Thanks for not making a fuss out of this.)

All while poor Nanami is about to break down from the responsibilities that just got unloaded onto him! He literally told himself off from complaining, because he was about to!!! 😭 Stupid, Gojo! Don’t make this harder for him, idiot! It was already a lot of work before but now he has to save your ass, too! Baka!!! He’s practically carrying on his back the lives of a whole country’s people right now because he knows you trust him and he also knows his limits and how necessary you are to everyone! I will slap you for the troubles you put him through, Gojo!

Honestly though, I get that sometimes things are perceived a bit differently from me because ‘nuance’ is eluding me but…

Acting like he was nothing but leg below his nipples!

Wait… WHAT??!

[hex-rex]

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🦇 whats your favorite horror movie? - That's SO VILE AND DIFFICULT. Im in a horrible mood rn so my brain is nonexistant, so while this isn't true it's the best I have.

I really liked Jeepers Creepers, as well as Scream one

🪓Ultimate final person? - Okay. Hear me out. I just watched it so it's fresh in my mind. Mart from Cabin in the Woods <3

🔮Coolest concept for a horror movie- Monstrous for sure. The idea was SO GOOD, but the execution was AWFUL

👿Horror movie character you would fight in a 7/11 parking lot? - Peter from Bly. He was a creep, he got better, and then went back to being a creep :l

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HI ALPHA!! 🐺🐺

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[punkscowardschampions]

Site GC & Cali & Jali & Marly Pt.1

Ali: 🌠☄️⚡️💥🌠

Ali: Give me something to do

Moses: 🔥?

Ali: Reliably keeping the home fires burning 👏

Ali: Do yous want me to bring my drugs or my dealers, ‘cos I am a less reliable chemist atm

Bartley: Your mates will know better than to come ‘round our way

Bartley: So, you should invite them 👌

Ronan: What he said

Ali: They’re not real ones just 👶🚴

Ali: Carly knows them too, right?

Carly: cute 👶s 

Johnny: We don’t need any more scum on our site, keep them away

Ali: Not cute to you and you’re cool with my lacklustre offering, rodger that 

Carly: should be cool w how easy 🍭🍬 is to take from em

Carly: whats cuter than that? 🎀

Ali: Want to go see them first?

Ali: not feeling the ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 yet

Carly: 🌞☔️🌈

Ali: I think I left my wellies there, you can borrow ‘em

Carly: 👣💧🦆

Moses: 🔥 will still be burning when you’re done messing in puddles

Carly: grand ❤️🧡💛

Moses: cute

Ali: 😳👐🔥 or is it just me

Ronan: He’s giving it a lash there for sure, like

Carly: jealousy is 💚 & - craic to be sure, boy

Bartley: No one has time to be jealous with you, nor need, what they say

Carly: yer man there has loads to say for someone getting himself so 👅 tied w me

Ali: 😏

Ali: entirely too much talking is happening here, not enough doing

Carly: @ ro ro w my what she said 

Moses: If you’re gonna keep on playing with little boys, I’m afraid that’s not going to change, girls

Carly: v manly & 💪 to give it out to the others like theyre 👶

Moses: Come find us when you want to find out the difference, yeah

Bartley: Yeah, that don’t make them little girls, no? 🤔

Johnny: Enough

Bartley: You’re being dead creepy, Mosey boy, see

Carly: yous are all acting the maggot it’s been said

Carly: quit your messing theres a 🔥 to start

Ronan: She’s a point there

Moses: I’m the only one doing anything, none of yous can talk ‘til you’re bothering yourselves up

Carly: 🥺 ah poor 👶

Ali: You need to get in the party spirit, lads

Carly: 🎇🥳🍄😵‍💫💥🤩🌟🥴✨😝☄️

Ali: You know the line…

Johnny: Move yourselves is my line

Ali: And they do all seem to listen when you talk

Ali: must be oldest perks

Johnny: It’s knowing what’s good for ‘em sense

Carly: 💪🥊🤕

Bartley: You wish, women aren’t allowed at fights

Carly: sure look 🙄🥱

Carly: I’m a lover not a fighter, yous would be wise to catch yourself on more that way

Bartley: Tell John boy

Johnny: A girl don’t tell me a thing

Ali: Unless they have a good idea

Johnny: And that you’ve not, the good idea was on Moses

Ali: What’s a 🔥 without company though, no offence, Moses

Ronan: Full offence all of yous, she is better company

Carly: aw thats the spirit 💞🥰💕

Ali: 😁 I could be inclined to be now

Moses: You’re welcome

Carly: I don’t have faves, youre always welcome, mosey

Moses: What a backhanded compliment, Carls 😏

Carly: 🖐🍑 if you want but u know what I meant

Bartley: We got it

Carly: all love all the time, even for you, b boy

Ali: 🌞🍄🌈🍃

Ronan: I don’t have faves btw, Carls

Carly: you best not 🍯🍓🍦🍑🍒🍍🍉🍰

Moses: Peace and love, is it, Ro?

Ronan: She has her charms too, need showing again, is it, Mosey boy?

Moses: As I said, you’re welcome

Carly: don’t you love me no more? ☹️😢

Moses: Christ, you messer

Carly: I think you're unreal idk y youre being like this to me 💔👿

Bartley: 🤣🤣🤣

Ali: Shut up, Bart

Moses: I’m not being like nothing

Carly: I’d help you w the 🔥 but I’m a girl

Carly: they’d only chuck us on it 🔮📿🧿

Moses: We’ve got it handled, you don’t need to worry yourself

Ali: [Private to Carly]

Ali: Are you okay? 🔮💛

Carly: yea 🎱

Ali: Do you really not have favourites?

Carly: not of the lads 🪀💜

Carly: do you?

Ali: I don’t know, not yet

Ali: I thought maybe you really really loved Moses

Carly: thats gas 😅

Carly: today I don’t even like him 💔👿

Ali: It does sound it now 🙃 but I was 💭 I’d feel like a total dick if I didn’t do more than tell Bart to shut up about it anyway

Carly: why you’re my fave 🐅🌻🪐🌞

Ali: 🤫 on not being one of the lads, eh

Carly: cos you could build a more savage 🔥 with your 👀 closed & they’d be ☹️😢

Ali: but we’ve got 🍆 envy

Ali: bless ‘em

Carly: number 7 when I’m bothering myself with number 2 

Carly: & they say they get it 🙄🥱

Ali: you have to pretend they do though, until you can guide them towards the actual answer, that’s what works best

Carly: 👶👶👶👶

Ali: a full-time occupation

Carly: I’d be fit to go work for a nursery like

Ali: You can’t leave school too, I’ll be TOO bored 🤯💀

Carly: [insert a generic as hell irish name here to be her mum’s because she’d insist you call her by it as you’re besties] would have us cleaning caravan 1st ⛓🧹🧼🧽🧺🔒 no tah 

Ali: Tell me about it

Ali: I’ll take babysitting these boys over my little brother any day of the week

Carly: hes sweet though

Ali: He might look it

Carly: he acts it w me 😇🍼🧸🌼🧃

Ali: 🤔

Carly: but hey all your brothers love me 

Ali: of course

Carly: 🍯🍓🍦🍑🍒🍍🍉🍰 how I said

Ali: Do you think Johnny would take me to see my brother?

Carly: he’d do anything u want

Ali: Yeah but

Ali: he’ll want to take the piss, when he realises what for and where

Carly: give him the best reason to keep his gob shut & he will

Carly: you’re his fave 🔮💙🍀

Ali: 🍯🍓🍦🍑🍒🍍🍉🍰 whether he deserves it or not

Carly: u deserve to see your brother

Carly: I’ll get [her mum] to take you if he’ll not

Ali: you’re the best

Ali: worth x1000

Carly: 😳🥺😵‍💫

Ali: because you’re sweet for real, not just to catch 🐻🐻🐻🐻

Carly: ily for real 🐝💛

Ali: do they hate us or love us

Ali: do you think they even know?

Carly: with site lads & me it’s always both 🌞☔️

Ali: I need to be that sure

Carly: theyre less sure of you too but that’s class

Ali: my ☘️s looking a little plastic

Carly: you’ll be grand theres still loads of 🔮💙

Ali: My ma did me that favour

Ali: I’m gonna ask him, fuck it

Carly: he’ll say yea but if he don’t we’ve a backup 🎲

Ali: [Carly’s mum] 🌟

Carly: go for it 🎯

Ali: 🏹💀

Ali: Distract the others? I’m not taking this to the public forum for a debate 🙄🥱

Carly: 🍆📏

Ali: I’ll owe you even more if you really have to witness that… again 😇

Carly: away with ye 🐝👼🏼🦋🧚🏼‍♀️🍃

Ali: 🥺😽😽

Ali: [Private to Johnny]

Ali: Can I talk to you, and not have to hear 3 other opinions and perspectives?

Johnny: Talk about what?

Ali: I’ve got a problem and maybe you could help

Johnny: With who? Those dealers, is it?

Ali: Of course not, they’re harmless

Ali: I need to go somewhere, it’s not that far and I can pay for petrol

Johnny: You don’t need to worry yourself about what it costs

Ali: I’m not trying to take the piss, like

Johnny: It’s never worked like that with favours, you know

Ali: yeah, I know

Ali: I need to go see my big brother, my parents don’t want me to but they’re thinking like I’m a kid who’d be scared to see where he is

Johnny: He’s in [whatever the place is called because of course you know everyone would, it’s town goss]

Ali: Yeah, that’s the one, bit too far to walk or bike without some prior planning at least

Johnny: I can take you

Ali: Really?

Johnny: Yeah

Ali: I proper appreciate it, seriously

Johnny: You’re no kid, your parents have that wrong

Ali: It’s an excuse anyway, for them not going, the proper kid they’ve got to look after

Ali: he’d get a better reception in prison, I know that

Johnny: And my opinion on how family matters are meant to be handled

Ali: I value your opinion, as a friend

Ali: no one can talk properly in a group chat

Johnny: It’s just us here now

Ali: I asked you because you don’t talk to fill space, not just because you’re older, you still aren’t old enough, technically

Johnny: The rules you’re talking about don’t apply to me, I live by the only ones that do

Ali: 🙏🙌?

Johnny: That’s part of it

Ali: It’s a shame I can’t set you up with my sister

Johnny: For her, my family’ll set me up when I’m ready to settle with a decent girl

Ali: Do you already know who, like a shortlist?

Johnny: It’s a community, we all know each other

Ali: I suppose so

Johnny: You wouldn’t marry a stranger, we’ve that in common

Ali: Intriguing in theory but terrible in practice

Ali: I don’t suppose I’ll marry anyone 

Johnny: You don’t hold any of the values we do

Ali: I don’t know about any, the compare and contrast hasn’t been that extensive

Johnny: You don’t behave like any of our girls would, it tells me enough

Ali: I’m not going to attempt to marry one of you, it’s okay

Johnny: You can’t, so

Ali: Shame for me, so I’ve heard

Johnny: I’ll hear from you when you’re looking to go

Ali: Aren’t you going to speak to me tonight?

Johnny: You pointed to the difference well enough, they’re all there then

Ali: I wasn’t pointing anything out to mean we can’t talk

Ali: I’m not a kid, like you said, I know you don’t like me like that

Johnny: I can’t be getting a word in, unless I keep on putting my foot down, like you said

Ali: That would require me to ignore you completely

Johnny: You probably should, like

Ali: Maybe

Ali: I have my own rules too though

Johnny: Yeah

Ali: See you later then

Johnny: Maybe

Ali: Please

Johnny: Yours and Carly’s sugar and spice thing don’t work on me

Ali: Hm but it does on Moses so you know I’ll be very bored if you don’t show 

Johnny: If I show it’s to keep him away from her

Ali: Understood

Johnny: Later then

Ali: What about the other two?

Johnny: What about them?

Ali: Do you care if they go near her?

Johnny: A word from me and they won’t

Ali: but you know how that looks

Johnny: I know everything I need to about it

Ali: Okay

Johnny: Tell her yourself and I’ll not have to

Ali: I can’t tell her what to do

Johnny: I can

Ali: Do you want me to be jealous?

Johnny: Are you?

Ali: I know when to be quiet too, like

Johnny: I don’t know that you do

Ali: You’re not going to take me at my word on that one?

Johnny: If you was one of us, yeah

Johnny: but your word’s no good as it goes

Ali: Should’ve known

Ali: wait and see doesn’t work in this situation

Johnny: No it don’t, I’d wait and see quiet’s the last thing you are

Ali: Only because you’ve been trying to leave for the last 10 minutes and I won’t let you

Johnny: I’m still here, there’s plenty enough for you

Ali: I’m grateful to you, about the brother thing

Ali: it’s not the only reason but a big one

Johnny: Family’s important

Ali: It is, more important than some of mine want it to be at the minute

Johnny: You’re not turning your back, that’s what matters

Ali: I couldn’t, it’s not an option to me

Johnny: It’s not meant to be an option for anyone

Ali: I’ll work out how to tell them, literally doing so hasn’t really worked so maybe I do talk too much 

Johnny: I’m not saying you do here to kick you when you’re down

Ali: I knew we were friends, boy

Johnny: No you didn’t, you don’t know what we are

Ali: Isn’t that half the fun?

Johnny: I knew you were having fun

Ali: Don’t you want me to?

Johnny: It’s a with not at thing

Ali: Oh my God

Ali: you think this is like… sex tourism, that I’m that arsehole???

Johnny: Your mate is, be careful who you hang ‘round after if you’re bothering yourself with what I think

Ali: She has to live where her mum makes her

Johnny: It don’t make her one of us and she wants to stop acting like it before she gets stopped

Ali: There must be a reason they’re tolerated here, have been

Johnny: Like you said, tourists are good for what they’re good for

Ali: Then you should like her

Johnny: If she left after 1 week or 2 I would

Ali: and I don’t care what you think, just if I’m being perceived like that at all

Johnny: You come across like a peeping Tom into my life, but you don’t care about our ways 

Ali: I care, I don’t try to adhere to them, because that’d be like I was pretending to be one of you

Johnny: You care about what’s fun for you, same as Carly

Ali: I ask everyone questions, I just like to know things

Ali: as it bothers you I won’t ask you more

Johnny: It’s not your playground

Ali: It’s yours, I know

Johnny: She’s too comfortable and now so are you

Ali: For your liking or just in general?

Johnny: Have a look about and see who’s looking back at you feeling disrespected

Ali: You’re the first person to bring it to my attention but I’ll be vigilant next time I visit

Johnny: You know, you can’t say you don’t, my work here’s done

Ali: I know that not everyone feels the same as you do

Ali: but sure, I’ve got some things to think about now

Johnny: You’re welcome for it

Ali: I’m not trying to think right now though so I better go

Johnny: Mind how you do go

Ali: You don’t need to concern yourself with that

Johnny: But I am concerned, so

Ali: Why?

Johnny: Carly has made enemies, sure, I’m not one of yours

Ali: You just think I’m a voyeur 

Johnny: And how am I wrong?

Ali: because I consider the people I come to see my friends, not a spectacle 

Johnny: I don’t know that I want my family having friends like you

Ali: You’ll have to take it up with them, I’m not refusing friendship on the basis of culture

Johnny: Being a culture vulture you wouldn’t, like

Ali: Keep insulting me like it changes anything

Johnny: If I was insulting you I’d say worse

Ali: Of course

Johnny: It’s a clash, culturally

Ali: In which my polite interest is unacceptable and you saying whatever you want about me is fair game

Johnny: In which you and Carly are trying to collect us like trophies

Ali: Maybe you’re just attractive, you’re doing yourself a disservice by making it all nefarious 

Johnny: It’s your game not mine

Ali: There’s no game

Johnny: Play it somewhere else

Ali: You don’t want to be collected, I got it

Johnny: Off you go then

Ali: Do you act like a dick just to counteract the nice thing you’re doing for me 

Ali: I wasn’t about to tell any more than you were

Johnny: You tell on yourself when you’re here

Ali: Not about that, it’s private

Johnny: Yeah, this warning wasn’t put in there for ‘em to contribute to either

Ali: Bart might back you

Johnny: I don’t need their backing, it’s me and you talking

Ali: Just saying what we both know, Ronan likes me and Moses doesn’t mind as long as he thinks I’ll sleep with him like a good tourist should

Johnny: I’m neither of them

Ali: I didn’t get your names confused, I know where I am

Johnny: I’ve got my own views and I do what I reckon is proper to

Johnny: you’re not Carly, don’t act like her when 1’s too many enough

Ali: and now I’m a bad imitation, charming

Johnny: You’re not’s what I’m saying 

Ali: You’re funny but also so confusing

Johnny: What’s confusing or funny?

Ali: You show that you hate me by being quite nice, or that you like me by being quite mean

Ali: either way, it’s topsy-turvy enough to be 🙃

Johnny: Taking you to see your brother is separate, he’s your brother

Ali: it’s not the singular nice thing you’ve ever done

Johnny: It probably is

Ali: and if I was playing a game, I’d use the dead sister, gone brother card all the time now

Ali: but I won’t

Johnny: There’s places you don’t go, or it won’t feel like a win

Ali: I hadn’t assumed I was playing fair

Johnny: I had, you’re trying to prove me wrong about you being amoral like her

Ali: You’re going to settle down when you’re like 16 

Johnny: Maybe I’ll be 18

Ali: How’d you get so serious

Johnny: Not wanting Carly don’t make me serious

Ali: I wasn’t aware you didn’t so

Johnny: Fun with, you read it, if you’re not against me I’ve got nothing to get serious over

Ali: I’m not planning a coup

Ali: all I want is… I don’t know

Johnny: Come find me when you know

Ali: Only if you can give it to me

Johnny: Yeah, but saying what we both know, what can’t I give you?

Ali: You don’t know what I want yet

Johnny: I’ve got it handled, whatever it is

Ali: Oh, alright then

Johnny: Wait and see does work here

Ali: I might make a list…

Johnny: You’re a girl it’s in your mind to

Ali: I don’t think that’s in the Bible

Johnny: It’s in my life experience

Ali: Make big promises, you want to cash them, that’s my experience

Johnny: Go big or home is universal

Ali: Must be 

Johnny: Everyone’s heard it

Ali: Inappropriate time to say you sounded like my brother, as you already think I’m going to hell

Johnny: Promising you’re not burning tonight don’t count as big

Ali: Appreciated, nonetheless

Ali: Don’t know how you’d dress to burn at the stake, not like I have though

Johnny: Moses would ask what you’re wearing

Ali: Yeah, he would 😅 like an old-school pervert in a phonebox

Johnny: I sounded like your brother how?

Ali: Not that one, I wasn’t slyly calling you mental

Ali: My other older brother, he has lots of mottos like that

Johnny: You’ve not been slagging me back half enough, maybe you do have some decency in you, a knowing of how to behave like a girl should

Ali: Hilarious

Ali: I’ll have to warn you when I feel like insulting you now

Johnny: Still playing fair there

Ali: I can’t help being a delight, sorry

Johnny: You’ve good as promised to delight me now

Ali: I do, it’s not intentional but you are welcome

Johnny: What’s intentional? I’d go for that instead of

Ali: That’s a wait and see

Johnny: How you’re dressed, is it?

Ali: Yeah, I can’t lie about it, that would look stupider

Johnny: You could lie about who it’s for

Ali: I don’t know any of you well enough for it to be more than an educated guess at what you’d want to see 

Ali: but it’s always intentional 

Johnny: Guessing what they want to look at don’t need much education, Carly knows

Ali: but it’s me and you talking right now

Johnny: And you’ve got more about you than her or we’d not be talking

Ali: I’m not going to join in bad-mouthing her, you know

Johnny: Loyalty is something else important

Ali: She’s nice to me, her ma was going to take me if you couldn’t

Johnny: How nice she is, what they say, is her trouble

Johnny: and her ma, you know

Ali: People have their reasons, usually things they can’t do much about

Johnny: Her reason being she don’t live by no rules, can do as she likes

Ali: Can she?

Johnny: Sure, she reckons it to be so

Ali: I wouldn’t say there are no consequences though, would you?

Ali: People at school are pretty awful to Carly, no doubt her mum gets a similar treatment

Johnny: Behave shocking, you’re treated shocking, way of the world, no?

Ali: If only it were that fair

Johnny: It is here

Ali: Perhaps they like the certainty

Johnny: You’d be needing to ask your mate about that, I don’t know

Ali: I’ll try to remember

Johnny: You letting me go now or what?

Ali: Maybe

Ali: how’s the fire coming along?

Johnny: It’s down to Moses how it is, I’ve my own things I’m busy with

Ali: Oh, I see, I’ll have to ask him then

Johnny: You will, I’m [doing something to fix that bike they are riding in those gifs but idk about that I’m not a mechanic like Alison is]

Ali: You could’ve told me, before I bothered walking all the way to Caleb’s instead

Johnny: There’s still work to be done before you’re not walking, tell you that

Ali: 😁

Johnny: You could be here passing me [whatever tools he needs for this, because that’s obvs her only job as a girl, rude sir she’s more capable than you]

Ali: Wow, I can’t believe you trust me to know what a [namedrop the most basic tool] is 

Johnny: I’d nod to it, you can follow where I’m looking, can’t you?

Ali: You’ll see, won’t you

Johnny: What you keep on saying

Ali: We can pretend I just stood there and watched, it’s okay

Johnny: You’re dressed for nothing else, you reckon

Ali: How sweet, you care about my laundry

Johnny: I’ve sisters, I know what they care about

Ali: You’re adorable

Johnny: You’re a girl, what you trying to fight that for?

Ali: I don’t think I am?

Johnny: You don’t think you’re a girl, how’s that?

Ali: No, I know I’m a girl, that just means something different to you

Johnny: Yeah, yous have lost what it means

Ali: Can’t it mean both, or however many things we want it to?

Johnny: No

Ali: At least you’re to the point

Johnny: You don’t have proper men in your life, that’s your trouble

Ali: Do you think travellers are happier than us lot, on the whole?

Johnny: Than yours, I’ve heard about all your brothers

Johnny: and your sisters

Ali: Hardly a fair comparison, everyone knows we’re fucked up

Johnny: I could say I don’t know no unhappy travellers and you’d go I wasn’t being fair there, I’m biased or whatever 

Ali: just asking one of my many questions

Ali: Maybe you’ve got the right idea, I’m not claiming to

Johnny: We do marry your lot sometimes, not my family, but there are travellers who would

Ali: You’re strict

Ali: I got that

Johnny: It’s a community, you don’t agree with everyone in yours

Ali: Maybe no one, starting to seem

Johnny: Keeping it going, how it’s been and is meant to be, is important

Ali: Well, it was kind of you to say there’s hope for me yet

Johnny: I’m not a monster, like

Ali: Will you invite me to your wedding?

Johnny: You’d have to be yourself, it’s not for non-travellers

Ali: 😏

Johnny: You’ve time, some of my uncles waited ‘til they were 21

Ali: I’ve never been to a wedding

Johnny: I’ve not been to one of yours, can’t say what they’re about

Ali: Depends on all sorts, what sort of religious you are or aren’t, how minted, how much you like attention

Johnny: Will we crash one and see?

Ali: Umm, YES

Ali: That’s the best idea you’ve had today

Johnny: Hey now, Moses got in before me, can’t be helped

Ali: He’s trying harder to impress, that’s all

Johnny: Ah sure, he does need to at most things

Ali: What happened to loyalty, eh? 😉

Johnny: Ask it of him if you can get a word in between him and Carly

Ali: You can be the cockblock

Johnny: Thanks a million

Ali: Doesn’t seem like the sort of thing a girl should get in the middle of, like, so sorry 

Johnny: Happy to go along when it suits

Ali: She’s mad at him anyway, I happen to know

Johnny: We both know she’s not

Ali: Perhaps not enough to save your evening, no

Johnny: You don’t need to worry yourself for my evening

Ali: That means you’re going to ignore me

Johnny: It means she don’t matter enough it’s written off

Ali: It’ll happen anyway, even if your face makes him wait ‘til he reckons you’re not looking

Johnny: And on his head it’ll be, her and the trouble she brings

Ali: We’ve got a bike to fix anyway

Johnny: I have, you’re to watch me, girl

Ali: You expect me to watch you all night

Johnny: Get out of it with your thinking it’ll take all night

Ali: It will if you don’t let me help

Johnny: You’ll not tell ‘em?

Ali: Nor ruin your bike, I’ve mended my dad’s loads

Johnny: Maybe you can help

Ali: I can, you just have to let me

Johnny: Just with [something easy but not piss easy af so he’s giving her the tiniest ever bit of credit lol tis progress]

Ali: Alright

Ali: It’s a date 🔩🧰🔧

Johnny: I’ve parts to go for now but I’ll see you when I’m back

Ali: That’s okay, gives me time to hang out with Ronan or he’ll be pissed off with me

Johnny: He’s better taste than his brother has

Ali: You heard, he doesn’t have favourites

Johnny: I did

Ali: but we’re friends, when he used to go to school, we had some lessons together

Johnny: I knew he never liked school for itself

Ali: Who does? It’s beyond boring if you don’t make it fun yourself

Johnny: He’s there to learn to write and the like, not make friends with you

Ali: I didn’t stop him, did I

Johnny: You’re stopping me here, maybe, so

Ali: Fine, fine, go on then

Johnny: Later, Ali

Ali: 👋 In a bit

Carly: [Private to Moses because Winnie insists]

Carly: are you 😤😠 @ me?

Moses: At you? Why would I be…

Carly: idk but u can say if you are

Moses: You didn’t need to ask if I loved you, did you

Carly: I’m sorry

Carly: & for calling you unreal in front of the others

Moses: Yeah, so you knew what you did wrong

Carly: yea, I’m sorry though

Moses: Are you?

Carly: I’ll keep saying it if you want

Moses: just tell me why you’re sorry

Carly: for the others slagging u, like

Carly: I don’t want you to be 😤😠 or 😳 cos of me

Moses: Nah, don’t trouble yourself

Moses: I don’t care that much, you must be thinking of my little brother

Carly: what else do you want me to be sorry for?

Moses: I don’t

Moses: just don’t make me look like that again

Carly: k, sorry

Carly: again, for you

Moses: Sorry is boring, Carls

Moses: do better

Carly: I’m picking up you can have the best 🍭🍬

Moses: That’s more like it, hopes it can be a proper party aren’t totally dead

Carly: it’ll be a deadly party, I’ll bring it

Carly: 🎇🥳🍄😵‍💫💥🤩🌟🥴✨😝☄️ how I said 

Moses: It needs to be, been too quiet lately

Carly: 1 thing I’m not never, you’ll be my friend again before u know ❤️🧡💛

Moses: 😏 True enough, you were talking way too much, don’t remind me

Carly: shut me up then, boy

Moses: Not yet, no

Carly: it’s not a no never 

Moses: I’m not shooting myself in the foot because you were being a gobshite

Carly: 😄 my gob’s good for too much else, sure

Moses: Fuck’s sake 😆

Carly: & I do think youre unreal 👀💙🌊🌌

Moses: So you’re with me tonight, got it?

Carly: 🥺 yea

Moses: If you go anywhere near any of the others, I won’t even look at you for a month

Carly: what others? I’m w you

Moses: I better start being nice to you then, hadn’t I

Carly: you can still be 😤😠 I’ve not fixed it for you yet

Moses: I know what you like, subtle as that were

Carly: subtle is - craic, no fun 

Moses: A smidgen wouldn’t hurt, at times

Carly: I’ll make it up to you however you like

Moses: Fair, it is pretty good craic winding Johno up for me

Carly: now he don’t love me seriously

Moses: He’s moody, don’t you worry about him

Carly: he’s scary

Moses: oh just to girls like yourself, no one else is taking his stropping too serious

Carly: I am a girl like myself so

Moses: I’ll look after you

Carly: 🥺 k I can’t talk too much if thats what you’re saying

Moses: I’m nice to people who are nice to me

Moses: you’re not scared of me, are you?

Carly: I like how I’m scared of you 

Moses: Good answer, like

Carly: & you’ll look after me, you’ve said it now

Moses: because you’re going to make it worth my while

Moses: if you’re throwing yourself at everyone in vicinity, you get what you deserve and that’s not protection

Carly: I’ll do what you tell me to do

Moses: It would be a shame if you got hurt, you know

Moses: it’d give me no pleasure to see it

Carly: I’m about giving pleasure it’s all I want 🌺🐝

Moses: If you give it to me, you’re guaranteed to get it back

Carly: I’ll give you what you want too

Moses: You’re very sweet

Carly: ah I have tried to let you know it

Carly: maybe it were too subtle for you 🍯🍓🍦🍑🍒🍍🍉🍰

Moses: and maybe you got lost

Carly: I think I know my way round, don’t worry yourself about that

Moses: You really shouldn’t waste your time with the younger ones, you know

Carly: give me something to do & I’ll not bother

Moses: Are you with your friend right now?

Carly: yea but where do you want me & I’ll be there? 🐝🦋🍃

Moses: Yous need to pick up first, don’t rush

Moses: you could send me something though

Carly: k wait 💙

Carly: [and obvs do because this is who you are, ofc you will]

Moses: Do you like her?

Carly: I love her

Carly: do u like her?

Moses: I like you more, promise

Carly: you’re the lad I like most

Moses: That’s smart of you

Carly: I’ve not been called smart before

Moses: You’re proper smart, when you remember to act it

Carly: remind us when I need it & nothing has to go wrong 🌞🌚

Moses: I might

Carly: [send him something else to sweeten the deal here]

Moses: How am I meant to keep my hands to myself

Carly: you’re never meant to, like

Moses: I’m not meant to go near you but

Carly: but forbidden 🍎🍐🍊🍋🍌🍉🍇🍓🍈🍒🍑🍍🥝 you’ve to eat me

Moses: Tell your mate she’s gonna have to miss you

Carly: 😋 will I walk home? 

Moses: Can’t you run?

Carly: I’ll be 😵‍💫 but sure that feels grand too 🌌🚀🌠🪐☄️

Moses: Poor baby, what you said, was it?

Carly: I don’t remember

Carly: no comment, can it be? 😶

Moses: You’ll be feeling shy when I get you in front of me

Carly: I feel I’m about to drown when round you 👀💙🌊

Moses: I want to see how red you can go

Carly: 🍓🍒🍎❤️

Moses: You want to drown, I’ll make it happen

Carly: watch you don’t yourself making me so 💦🌊

Moses: You gonna let me feel it when you get here

Carly: with all the parts of your body you want

Moses: You won’t be able to ignore that part of me

Carly: I can’t ever, had me thinking about it all the time

Moses: The way you look at me isn’t subtle

Carly: sorry

Moses: no you’re not

Carly: I’m sorry I can’t run no faster

Moses: Me too

Moses: but you’ll be happy that I’ve got no patience left when you do get here

Carly: please can’t you come get me?

Moses: I can’t walk never mind run

Carly: y can’t you drive, you can even hammered I’ve seen it

Moses: The idea of you crawling holds too much appeal rn

Carly: [do it because obviously]

Carly: theres that to watch back much as you like, so please 🙏💙

Moses: You’ve no shame, have you

Carly: catholic guilt passed my caravan by

Carly: nanny tried but I’m a girl like me, yea

Moses: I’ll show you what you’re missing in the car

Carly: you said you’d be nice to me & I’ve fucked my knees up for you w that carry on 🍓❤️

Moses: No rest for the wicked

Carly: am I though or am I 😇🙏💙

Moses: Oh, you want to be a good girl now, is it

Carly: for you

Carly: best girl you’ve ever ever had

Moses: I’ll still fuck you ‘til you can’t breathe, doesn’t matter how well you behave now, I want it

Carly: til I go ❤️💜💙

Moses: Say it’s what you’re after

Carly: I want it

Carly: I’ve been after you to fuck me for forever, years & years

Moses: By God, you’re such a state

Carly: you got me in it only u can fix it

Moses: I never did but I’m glad you’ve no daddy around

Carly: me too

Moses: What I can offer is better

Carly: hes making no offers but don’t let that make you less than unreal

Moses: Is he really a traveller? No one knows him

Carly: [her mum, I need to give you a name ma’am] don’t know him neither

Carly: what can I say but ah sure look, you know 🔮🎱

Moses: She is the one that made you this state, sure

Carly: don’t you love me? 😏

Moses: Don’t start that again, you

Carly: start your car up & I’ll behave 

Moses: Joker, that’s what you are

Moses: but I’ll be on my way

Carly: cute of you not to call us a 🤡 there I wanna keep on w being smart

Moses: You barely wear any slap compared to most the girls I know

Carly: my hands are too shaky

Moses: Not the only one with that little problem neither

Carly: but if you want me to for later I can ask ali to help me

Moses: I’ll have to think about that one

Carly: k let us know when youve decided

Moses: You are too innocent looking

Carly: why ive to act up so hard for you to see I’m not

Moses: oh I know

Carly: not yet but youre on your way to knowing 🚗❤️💜💙

Moses: So shut your mouth for now and I’ll be there before you know it

Carly: [a video of her holding her breath for the drowning of it all]

Moses: That’s not distracting at all

Carly: will I stop then?

Moses: We both know the answer to that

Carly: cos I need you to stop me

Moses: I’m no babysitter

Carly: I’m not your baby, you don’t talk to me like that

Moses: Neither of us would like that

Carly: but if it’s a show youre after like I’m a kid & I’m making you watch you can see how I can fit my ✊ in my mouth, it exists here on my phone for the craic

Carly: [and do send him that cos why wouldn’t you]

Moses: How much of a show-off you are reminds me of Bart

Carly: for that one I am sorry 😶

Moses: 😏 you really should be

Carly: I really am

Moses: He’s less of a smart arse than Ro but it’s still not working for me

Carly: I only 💭 you might like it lads at school did

Moses: I already told you the difference between little boys and men

Carly: yea though I need showing still

Moses: Someone’ll have to

Carly: you have to I cant ignore no part of u no more

Moses: I’ll still give you a lift

Moses: have to see if you can turn me on again

Carly: when you see how much I am

Moses: How do I know that’s not for your dealer, or your pal, hmm?

Carly: cos I legged it from em on your say

Moses: Good thing they don’t make her pay, be pretty poor behaviour, that

Carly: she’ll forgive me, what about you?

Moses: To be decided, nightmare

Carly: you know its all for u to decide

Carly: everything you do or don’t do to me

Moses: You can ask very nicely and I’ll debate if it’s more fun making you sweat it first

Carly: please 

Moses: What d’ya want, girl?

Carly: you

Moses: yeah, and why’s that?

Carly: cos you keep on being more & more unreal

Moses: That is pretty nice, well done

Carly: I’m not good at this but I hope you know what I mean & it’s some sense

Moses: You’re much cuter when you’re nervous and not trying so hard anyway

Carly: I’m always nervous about you

Moses: You can trust me

Moses: I will give you what you need, even if I play with you a bit first

Carly: idc I just want to give you what you need

Moses: Yeah?

Carly: yea 😳🌺

Moses: You can stay in my ‘van, as long as you don’t let anyone see you leaving

Carly: I swear I’ll be invisible then like, in the ☁️s

Moses: Just how long do you want to keep me happy

Carly: as long as youre happy w me I’ll keep on

Moses: Maybe I’ll let you be a regular visitor then

Carly: I hope it’ll be so 🔮🎲🍀🐇🌠

Moses: You can tell Ali but that’s it

Carly: you can trust me too

Moses: Let’s not get carried away, nightmare

Carly: whether my da’s a traveller or no, I’m up on how this works, boy & I know what you want

Carly: I’ll say nothing to the others

Moses: If you’re to start it, I’m the one who can make your life hell

Moses: you be sure to know and keep knowing that

Carly: I’m only after heaven from you

Moses: 😅 Alright, sweetheart, you knew who to come to for it, give you that

Carly: yea

Moses: Lucky, could be letting one of the others bore you to tears right about now

Carly: but you wouldn’t cos you want to be the 1st lad I’ve let do things to me & 🍀 yourself

Moses: What have you done, how far have you gone?

Carly: only just 💋 some

Moses: Wow

Carly: I told you I want you for it

Moses: you can have it

Carly: & you’ll look after me how you said?

Moses: Promise, like

Carly: cos I wasn’t gonna give u the knowing of how special you are but I’ve gone & told you now

Moses: now I’ll be careful, otherwise I would’ve ended up hurting you by mistake

Carly: idc if u hurt me do what you want

Moses: You’d care

Carly: I care if you think I’m a 👶 now

Moses: If I thought you were a baby, I’d steer clear of you, leave you for my brother

Carly: don’t just cos I can’t shut up & said I’ve not done this before 😳🍒

Moses: I’m going to take it, you’ll compare everyone after to me

Carly: I’ll think of you forever

Moses: You’ll miss me

Carly: you’ll miss me too when you’re married

Moses: That’s a while away, I’m not Johno

Carly: can I be a regular visitor til its not a while away?

Moses: Long as you don’t give me a reason why not, sure, why wouldn’t I want a visitor like you

Carly: 😁☁️🌼🌻🍀🌞🌈🌚🌟

Moses: dope, come get in the car

Carly: [literally run and do that gal for better or worse lol]

[call-sign-shark]

This is exactly my thought about the whole situation. When I wrote this I watched a documentary about the real Peaky Blinders and at that time Birmingham was plagued with violence. It had become the inhabitants’ awful routine. That’s why I came with the idea that witnessing soft gestures, especially from one of the most brutal criminal of the town, would almost scare the inhabitants. Like, violence has become such a norm that love comes out as unusual, and suspicious.

I cackled so much at your comment about tumblr — for sure, internet loveees broken men and morally bad men 👿 and honestly I can’t stop laughing because I imagine modern Heaven stumbling on Arthur x Reader fic. You’ve been fooled! She would LOVEEEE it! Pretty sure Heaven would read Arthur x reader fic, comment them, and show them to her poor husband who would be so fucking flustered. Can you imagine?

“Oh look! On this one you’re fucking reader during their period. You’re so kinky!”

“WOULD YOU PLEASE FOOKIN STOP WITH THESE BLOODY DISTURBING THINGS?! *hides his face in the pillow” 🤣

On a more serious note: I am both extremely proud and a bit sorry for the way I make you feel about Tommy. I think what renders this version of Tommy more unsettling is the fact readers know Heaven has no mean intentions, and that he is just being paranoid. To the point he is ready to sacrifice his brother’s happiness without fully being aware of it. Honestly I don’t hate Tommy, and I don’t see him as the big bad — somehow I understand. He has lost Grace, he’s deep in the shit with the Russians and Section D, and he is very superstitious. Nevertheless, these are no excuses to be that harsh. Or maybe you’re indeed in love with Arthur and Heaven, and this fact made me squeal. You’re too nice, I can’t — 😩💚

Fortunately enough, she knows how to stand for herself and slowly proves to be a fierce opponent. You’ll understand more and more in the next chapters teehee 👀 thank you again dear Lisa, you made my night 💚

Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary:  This is when things seem to get better with the Shelby family —at least with Polly— that a drunk client crosses the line with you at the Garrison. Haunted by his past insecurities and his burning jealousy, Arthur snaps. And he snaps very bad. For the first time since you've met, he reveals the beast he hides inside... And Tommy obviously uses the incident to blame you.

Words: 5k

TW: Angst, Obsessive behavior, extreme jealousy, graphic depiction of violence, murder, lot of blood, canonical violence, witch trial, allusions to smut, allusions to blood!kink, Arthur being an emotional and slightly psychotic mess

Notes:

✞ I don't condone Arthur's behavior. Also, keep in mind that Heaven is certainly a bit twisted too.

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

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The sound of your heels hammering the cold pavement of Small Heath echoed in the nocturnal streets as you walked to the Garrison. Even though the expansion of the Shelby Company led the family’s interests away from the pub, they still hold the place dear to their hearts and sometimes they liked gathering there for old times' sake. Especially Arthur. Hence, rather than staying at home, reading in front of the fireplace, and dwelling on Polly’s odd behavior at the last family gathering, you decided to occupy your buzzing mind by surprising Arthur at the pub. A raven flew above your head and cawed, its presence stirring interest in you for he had followed you from the moment you had left your house. As you walked to the Garrison, you took a quick glance at the black bird’s silhouette, which was perched on a roof a few houses away. 

"Silly boy, want to tell me something?" You told to it, amused. The animal, dressed with dark feathers, replied with another caw. You chuckled and kept walking.

The white dress and fur coat you were wearing contrasted so well with the dull night that the few people you passed were not sure what they had just seen. Indeed, the moon's glow reflected its light on your porcelain skin, adorning your frail body with an almost supernatural aura. That was why some of them thought they had caught sight of an angel, just like Arthur did the first time you and he met.

When the dark wooden door of the Garrison opened, its noise overcoming the laughter, chatting, and sounds of glasses clinking against each other, a soft wave of warmth caressed your cold face. You had barely stepped inside when people almost all turned around, many pairs of eyes weighing on you. Curious and dumbstruck gazes looked at you, wondering what such a holy-looking creature was doing here — but you did not really care. Your petrifying aquamarine iris swept the room to become familiar with the place before you headed to the counter behind which you saw Arthur’s tall frame. The man was back to you, talking with his little boss-brother Thomas. Awesome, you thought, little King Shelby is here. Sarcasm filled your head at the mere sight of him. To be true, you were well aware that Thomas was always doing his best to avoid you, but it did not annoy you. Quite the contrary, you were more than satisfied with never seeing him — you still did not come to terms with him trying to strangle you after all. Nevertheless, you leaned over the counter, arms resting on its varnished wooden surface, and parted your juicy lips to speak. 

“Good evening, Mister Shelby. Care to serve me a drink?” 

Arthur’s whole being shivered with delight as soon as he recognized the enchanting and oh-so-peculiar tone of your voice — the same voice that had led him to you one bleak and sleepless night. Shaken to the core by your presence, he forgot about Tommy the moment you had started to speak and turned around to face you, the corner of his lips stretching in a genuine and blissed smile. Each time his steel blue eyes fell on you, it was as if God's grace struck him — even though you were living together. The thrills you gave him never left.

“Good evening, love. What is such a delicious little Angel like you doing here? It’s a bad town for such a pretty face ye know.” He almost cooed with his hoarse voice, his hands on the bar and his eyes sparkling with a teasing gleam.

“Fell from the sky and got lost in these streets, so I just followed the light.” Your fingers grazed the back of his hand and went up its skin, leaving pleasant tingles in their trail, until they reached one of the many rings he was wearing. The simple gesture, barely touching him, lit up a blazing fire in his soul. Thomas looked at Arthur and quickly understood that no matter what he would say or do, he held no power over his older brother anymore, “Evening, Tommy.” You said, finally acknowledging him.

“Thomas. It’s Thomas.” He retorted with a voice as cold as an arctic blizzard that could freeze Hell’s inferno itself. He stubbed out his cigarette in the nearest ashtray and left without any single word, his shadow disappearing in the streets as he left the Garrison, for your sole presence seemed to bother him. Well, at least his opinion about you did not change. However, the lack of peculiar reaction from him reassured you: Polly had not told him what happened to the tea party yet.

“Don’t mind him eh,” 

You did not.

“I should probably give you one hell of a strong drink if you fell from Eden… Miss?”

“Heaven Lavey.” You winked, enjoying his silly way of hitting on you as if it was the first time you met, “A glass of red wine would do the trick… And the barman’s heart.” Your teasing grin widened, unveiling perfect white teeth. Arthur let out a long exhale through his nostrils, enraptured by your whole being. From your smile to your bratty pout, you got him on his knees. Each time he would dive his eyes into yours, his heart would quicken in his chest and dopamine would rush through his veins — who would want to keep taking drugs after tasting you? Not even himself. He was already high enough by your presence in his life and God knew he never wanted to sober up from you.

“As you wish.” He leaned over the counter to lay a tender kiss on your forehead. The way his mustache gently tickled your skin made you chuckle. How sweet he was, not afraid to lavish you with sweetness even in front of other people. Then, he gathered all his strength to pull away from you and take care of your order — which was nearly impossible to do, for you were both attracted to each other like two powerful magnets. But still, he did and then poured the finest red wine the Garrison had in a glass before putting it in front of you. Then, he leaned a second time over the counter to bring his face close to yours again, “as for my heart,” he paused, his eyes abandoning yours to drop on your full lips he watched with utmost desire, “You already snatched it, angel.” 

“You’re incorrigible, Arthur Shelby.” You could not help but laugh when you noticed that, as you spoke, his focus was still fiercely anchored to your lips. The urge he had to devour them was almost palpable, electrifying the air around him. Yet, you resisted the need to kiss him, rather bringing your small hands to his neck to fix his bow tie with indescribable tenderness. The pair of eyes that were watching you since your arrival could not believe that you had managed to tame the brutal Arthur Shelby — how he behaved with you was so different from the way he was with the others it almost scared them, “I hope you like this little surprise.”

“You can’t imagine how much I do.” He purred, grabbing your hands and putting them on his cheeks. How he loved feeling your cold skin against his. You cupped his face, looking right into his fair eyes with a never-ending love, and he instantly melted. His eyelids half-closed, for you had brought peace to his scorching soul again, “Lemme clean a few things and we’ll go back home eh.”

“Take your time. Je t’attends mon amour — I’ll wait for you my love —“

“Yer comfy here?”

“Arthur,” Your eyes rolled, amused.

“Want a cushion to sit on? Want to wait in a quieter room?” 

“That’s okay.”

“Mmm’kay” 

You freed his face from your sweet grip, leaving him lingering for more. When he reopened his eyes he could not hold the little growl that escaped his lips for you had not kissed him. He blinked several times, trying to chase away the charm you had cast on him with your sole presence, and reluctantly left you. Stars still danced in front of his eyes because of your intoxicating beauty — so hypnotizing he struggled to come back to what he was doing before.

Waiting did not bother you. In fact, you preferred to wait for hours here, in the comforting warmth of the pub and its hullabaloo, rather than being left alone with your thoughts in the quietness of your house. Sipping on your red wine, you were minding your own business when a man sat next to you, his body collapsing on the stool as if walking had been quite a struggle for him. Which was probably the case considering he was drunk. Only a few people were still at the Garrison, the others went home stumbling or dragged away by a fellow friend. The suffocating smell of whiskey and sweat that was emanating from the newcomer made you wrinkled your nose.

“Hey doll, all alone by yourself? ”  The man said, bringing the whiskey glass to his chapped lips to gulp what was left in it. You glanced at him and simply nodded, not really wanting to do any kind of conversation, “Your glass is almost empty. Lemme buy you another one.” 

“I really appreciate it but that’s fine.” You answered with a polite smile — but even when doing the bare minimum your angelic traits never failed to captivate your audience. The man noticed your strong accent and saw the opportunity to carry on with the conversation.

“You come from France eh? I fought in France! Bloody hell, still got the mud of this country under my nails!” 

Maybe he talked a little bit too loud, or maybe Arthur’s senses were as sharp as a wolf’s, but the fact remains he immediately raised his eyes from what he was doing to watch over you. His steel blue iris shifted their attention from you only to cast their furious fire on the drunk man that was talking to you. His woman.

“You know, I always thought it was kind of sad that all the people here only link France with the war. This is a beautiful country.” You answered, taking another sip of red wine. Somehow, you allowed yourself to talk with the man. At least time would probably fly faster that way.

“If France’s as beautiful as ya, I’ll rush back to it by tomorrow, doll. The name’s Jim.”

You silently replied to him with a light smile, gently shaking your head at the fella’s attempt to compliment you.

You smiled at Jim — And Arthur broke the glass he was holding in his hand. It had been crushed by the pressure with which he had tightened his grip around it until it shattered into bits. Sharp pieces of glass had pierced Arthur’s flesh, blood dripping from his palm, but the tormenting anger that was building within him was so overwhelming he did not even feel the pain. As seconds passed, his face contorted with rage and his eyes darkened with jealousy.  You. Smiled. At. Him.

That was definitely not okay — the man did not deserve your blissful smile. 

Deafened by the sound of his own heart pounding in his tight chest, Arthur swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat in a vain attempt to keep control. To not let his anger issue show. The rational part of his mind was telling him to keep calm, for he knew you loved him and only him. You had told him plenty of times, after all. And he trusted you, really. But the other part, led by his insecurities and his mental instability, whispered foul insinuations to his ear.

Why would she stay with such a criminal like you? You’re sick. You’re old. You’re broken — and no one loves broken men. 

You’re stupid, far less clever and charming than Tommy. HE is a real man. 

You either scare or repel women. Linda told you. You don’t deserve Heaven. 

Useless. So useless… Broken. Crazy, you’re fucking crazy. She’ll see what you are. A monster. Monster. Monster. 

Arthur’s jaw clenched as his mind spiraled into a never-ending maze of whipping thoughts and insufferable feelings. Self-loathing was becoming too much to bear — so messy it had started to drown him. He felt his sanity slowly slipping through the cracks of his skull and the only thing he could to do make it stop was to break things. And by things he meant Jim. 

“Listen, Jim. I think you should go back home and rest. This is the whiskey talking.” You stated.

“Only if you come home with me, doll.” He ought to say, his grin widening. 

Breathless with rage, Arthur felt the heat pooling in his face. A few drops of sweat beaded on his forehead as he shook his wounded hand to clear his flesh from the shards of glass.

“You really should —“

“Come home with me and I’ll make you beg.” He cut off before you had time to turn his invitation down , bringing his hand on one of your thighs to strengthen his point.

Destructive anger flowed through his veins like lava,  exploding at the moment the man laid a finger upon you. Agile like a wild cat, Arthur jumped over the counter and rushed toward you, his shoulders tensed and his arms swinging as he walked.  Earth shook under his feet, opening the gates of Hell more and more at each of his steps. 

“AL-FUCKING-RIGHT THEN,” He blurted out, standing fiercely behind Jim. Arthur’s thundering voice almost made him jump — and it was enough for him to take his hand off your thigh and turned around to meet the Devil’s eyes. You froze on your stool, astounded by your man’s anger.

His face distorted with both fear and confusion at the sight of Arthur Shelby, green with jealousy and maddened with fury, “What the fookin hell did ya say, pal? WHAT THE FOOK DID YOU SAY TO ME WOMAN?” He roared, blue eyes shining with a threatening glow. At this point, Arthur was almost choking with rage. 

“Oh my God Arthur, I did not know she was your woman. I’m sorry! I really did not —“ Jim could not finish his sentence for Arthur had grabbed him by the neck and dragged him away from you in front of the few last clients' terrified looks.

“You TOUCHED her! You bloody touched her, ME ANGEL. ME HEAVEN. I can’t fucking believe it,” He spat, his words coated with bitter venom. Swirling in the chaotic vortex of his own fury, he did not hear the man’s bargains. And somehow, he did not care. There was nothing he could say to stop him anymore. Jim tried to utter another apology.

He had barely opened his mouth when Arthur’s fist crushed his nose with such a violent blow the sound of broken bones echoed through the Garrison. The man, almost knocked out by the uppercut, crashed on the wooden floor, a jet of blood gushing from his face, “Oi! Thought you fought in France. Come on, bastard! Fight me!” He snarled, teeth bared like a wild animal.

He’s going to kill him. That was what crossed your mind when you came back to your senses, overcoming the shock of seeing Arthur in such a frenzy state. You got up from your stool, “Arthur… Stop it please.” You called him, trying to be as soft as possible not to fan the flames of his anger. 

“I AM NOT GONNA STOP!” He barked, looking at you.

He looked at you 

and you saw the Hell in his eyes.

“Heard how he dared to talk to ye? Ah, you wanted to make me angel beg eh?” Arthur kneeled over the whimpering man, almost straddling his quivering body, to grab him by the collar of his coat, “Yeah that’s what you said right. But trust me, you sonofabitch, I’m the one who’ll make you beg!” He yelled, sending another powerful blast to the man’s face with his fists as sole weapons, adorned with thick silver rings. “BEG, YOU BASTARD!”

“P-please—“

Another disgusting sound of torn flesh and cracking skull filled the room. “By order —“ A third punch. Breaking teeth. Jim spat three of them at your feet. “Of the —“  Fourth. Fifth. His knuckles bruised and split under the strength of his blows but Arthur could not care less. All he wanted was to reduce Jim’s face to an unidentifiable slop of flesh.  “Peaky —“  Dislocated jaw hanging loosely. The horrible sight was accompanied by the cacophony of bloody gurgles. “Fookin — “ Jim had lost count of the punches that rained down on him. All he knew was that his body was giving up. At one point Arthur Shelby had stopped beating him, only to unstrapped the combat knife he kept in his holster, “BLINDERS!” 

“ARTHUR NO!!!”  Running to the scene and falling on your knees, you managed to grab his hands and keep him from stabbing the drunk man, “Don’t do that, please I need you. Please, please stop it.” 

Please.

Your voice, like a light piercing the thick veil of his darkness, snatched him from his murderous craze. Waking up by the smell of blood mixed with your sweet spring-like perfume, Arthur stopped in the midst of what he was doing and realized he was holding a knife above his head, ready to plunge it into a man’s chest. He took a look at you, noticing the shocked expression on your holy face, and all his anger disappeared into a void. His fingers loosened around the knife, which fell on the wooden floor with a metallic noise, “please Arthur, calm down… Call down, Mon amour.” You whispered, begging him with your eyes. Silence fell on the Garrison, as well as in his mind. The maddening voices had stopped and the buzzing hatred had vanished. Arthur left the unconscious man and collapsed in your arms, panting and shaking. Adrenaline made you shiver too, but you gently hugged his frame, one hand stroking his hair, “That’s okay… I’m here …”  You repeated just like a healing chant as a few men grabbed the severely injured victim and took him away from the pub.

“I’m … I’m sorry— Heaven, oh my god —“ Arthur stuttered, slowly realizing what he just did. He buried his face in your breasts, for comfort as well as to hide the blood that had splattered on him. He barely dared to hug your frail body for fear of breaking you.  Sometimes, he swore he had hell in his hands and he did not want to bring you down in the flames with him. 

“Shhhh… Breathe in. Breathe out. You can do it.”  You said with a soothing tone. With divine softness, you ran your fingers through his hair, not minding the blood he smeared on your clothes and bosom, “that’s okay, you’re a good boy..” But as you were trying to chase away your man’s demons, a far too familiar voice echoed in the room.

“What the fuck is this mess?!” Thomas Shelby exclaimed for he had just entered the Garrison, John by his side. His freezing blue eyes looked at you from above.  The king was here and he hated what he saw.

“John, bring Arthur home. Everyone OUT.” 

This was all it took to empty the Garrison from its remaining clients. When John gently put his hand on his older brother’s shoulder, Arthur’s embrace tightened around your tiny silhouette for he did not want to leave you.  “No,” he managed to beg between two heartbreaking sobs. His face still hidden, not daring to look at you for fear of seeing disgust and anger in your eyes, Arthur refused to let you go. Somehow, he was convinced you would not go back home — why would you after what you had just witnessed? “Don’t take me away from her!”  He said, a bit more fiercely, which resulted in John taking a few steps back and looking at you, silently begging you to help him. In the midst of the chaos, only you could bring him back to his senses. A brief sigh escaped from your lips before you gently forced Arthur to look at you.

“Listen, chéri. I need you to go back home and calm down. I’ll be very quick.” 

“No, no, you won’t come back.” 

“ I’ll do,” You wiped away his tears with your thumbs, accidentally smearing more blood on his face doing so, “and when I do, I’ll take care of you alright? I’ll keep you warm and loved.” Punctuating your sentence with affection, you slicked his hair back with a frail but oh-so-loving grin on your face. He finally accepted.

When he left alongside John, your smile vanished and you got up from the floor, legs still slightly shaking. Thomas was still standing in the middle of the pub, towering you with all his height, and looking at you with his cold eyes. His chilling stare followed your movements as you walked to the bar and poured yourself another glass of wine.

“I told you to keep a low profile,” He began. Thomas Shelby’s voice was dressed in an apparent quiet, but something in his tone was threatening — and even though he did not display any sign of emotion, you knew his blood was boiling.

“Oh come on Thomas, all I wanted was to make a surprise to Arthur.” You took a mouthful of wine — the much-needed alcohol calming your anxiety.

Thomas closed his eyes for a few seconds and pinched the bridge of his nose to stop his dawning headache, “ A surprise… I hope you like the result then,” He retorted, before shifting his eyes back to you,

“Listen, I know you don’t like me but — ” 

“He nearly killed someone for you. What the fuck are you doing to my brother, eh?” Tommy slightly tilted his head to the side, a spark of resentment lightening up his icy iris. You remained silent, still not believing Thomas was really blaming you for Arthur’s outburst. Of course, you had not reacted immediately, but the shock had petrified you for a few long minutes — but was it your fault if he had beaten the man? Certainly not. At this point, Tommy was just lashing out at you for all the issues his family was facing. It was far easier than admitting his own flaws and responsibility. Visibly infuriated by your silence,  Tommy walked to you and stopped only a few inches from you, trapping your body between the counter and his own strong frame. He was close — so close your breasts were almost pressed against his chest, “Look me in the eyes when I fucking talk to you, Heaven.” He spat your name with disgust, as if he had just bitten into an apple filled with maggots.

“Get my pretty name out of your mouth,” You looked dagger at him, anger rushing through your veins at such an unwanted proximity. Yet you did not flicker.

“You fucking white Devil,” He hissed through his teeth, his low voice still calm in spite of his blooming hatred, “Are you happy to spread chaos in our life? What do you want from us ey?” He leaned over you, bringing his face closer to yours. With his brows slightly furrowed, Tommy’s sky blue eyes were probing yours, trying to understand the mystery they hid behind their aquamarine wonders, ”What do you want from me?! After Arthur is this me you want to control??” He growled. Your heart raced in your chest — shivers ran down your spine, and goosebumps appeared on your porcelain skin, for his unpredictable behavior was starting to worry you.

“I don’t want anything from you Thomas Shelby. Whether you like it or not I’m being honest with your brother. You know Arthur’s emotional, you can’t blame me for that.  You take away his meds, turn him into a killer, and now you’re surprised he snaps?? How. Fucking. Unbelievable! Do you know what I think? Well, I think you need me to be your scapegoat . You need to blame me for your sins. For everyone’s sins.”

“Fucking burn in hell,” He spat again but could not find something to retort properly. It seemed like the skies gave you the gift of shutting Thomas Shelby's mouth. Instead, one of his hands grabbed you by the neck and forced your face to get closer to his. His breath fanned over your skin, as burning as a dragon’s fire.

“Be careful with the Rule of Three, Thomas. For each spell you cast always returns to you three times stronger.”  You whispered. Then you gathered all your remaining strength to push him away from you, his musky and peculiar perfume almost making your head spin.  Not wanting to stay here any longer — and also longing for a hot shower to wash away the blood from your skin —, you headed to the Garrison’s door. Obviously, Tommy’s eyes followed you but he did not say anything, muted by his resentment. Admittedly, he was torn between the urge to bounce on you and the desire to see you leave. You were about to disappear, the cold breeze of the night jumping at your face and rushing into the pub as you opened the wooden door. But your instincts kicked in. After a few seconds of hesitation, you finally decided to warn little king Shelby.

“By the way..." You looked at Thomas from above your shoulder.

"You should keep an eye on Charles. You really should.” 

He froze. Confused and infuriated.

You left. Hurt and bitter.

When you came back home, you crossed your reflection in the corridor’s mirror.  Your body refused to work anymore and forced you to stop in front of it. Facing your own person was something you hated. With trembling fingers, you brushed the blood stain Arthur had left on one of your cheeks.

Mom! Mom, no!!

I’ll fucking kill you all!!

You clenched your jaw at the memory it triggered, but still, you kept looking at your tainted ivory skin as if you were slowly learning to come to terms with what you did and what you were. Your fingers trailed down your throat until they grazed the top of your bosom, where the blood had accumulated the most. Another painful memory assaulted your mind, replaying the aching, almost inhuman screams of your little sister when her flesh had been eaten alive by the hungry tongues of the pyre’s flames.

Only God knew how you managed to keep your mind from spiraling into the darkest pits of your trauma, but you did — maybe that was because Arthur needed you. That protective instinct was stronger than your own pain. That was why you tricked your body into moving away from the mirror and went upstairs to take a hot shower before joining your man in bed. John had probably managed to convince him to sleep. Or his body had collapsed on the mattress, exhausted by the energy poured in his latest outburst.

As the running water of the shower was filling the bathroom with its regular and soothing noise, you slowly let your white dress slip along your body until it fell on the floor, as well as your lace panties. You stepped over the pile of clothes and, without waiting any longer, you hopped under the shower and welcomed its warm water with utter joy. A sigh of relief escaped from your lips as you tilted your head back, water hugging your body and raining down on your long white mane that cascaded down your lower back. You almost managed to empty your mind when, suddenly, one gentle calloused hand brushed your hip. Jumping in surprise, you turn around and saw that Arthur had joined you under the shower. His hands, arms, and face were still splattered with half-dried blood he had not cleaned. To be true, he had been too busy curling up on the bedroom floor, panicking about at the idea of you leaving him after what you had witnessed.

“You’re here…” His gravel voice said, water falling on his naked body whose millions of freckles drew magnificent constellations on his skin.

“Told you I’d come back.”  

He smiled, softly. His steel blue had stopped avoiding you and was now firmly anchored in yours.

 He took a step toward you.

You stepped back in response until your bare body met the cold shower wall.

Your pulse quickened, fascinated by the way Arthur looked. He had something in his eyes — a mix of limerence and pure madness who, combined with the crimson stains on his face, made your legs weak. His breath was slow but yours soon became erratic, even though he had barely touched you yet. 

“You ain’t scared, love? Please, tell me you ain’t scared of your Arthur…” He said, his lower lip trembling as his body perfectly interlocked with yours. A small growl escaped from his throat at the intoxicating sensation of yours curves pressed against his skin. But despite his inextinguible desire, he still looked at you with hesitation and genuine guilt — his puppy eyes would surely break anyone’s heart.

“No, I’m not scared,” You replied, not shifting your gaze from him. The corner of your juicy and honey lips stretched in a small grin, “You…” You paused, bringing one hand to his stained cheek, “you look pretty with blood all over your face.”  

Arthur’s eyes lightened with both surprise and ravaging desire, for you had witnessed the beast’s violence but still thought he was attractive. A twisted wave of arousal shook you to the core when he bared his teeth in a vaguely dangerous but oh-so-seductive smirk.

“Oh bloody hell, angel…” Not finishing his sentence, his lips captured yours in a fury kiss for he could not wait any longer. The need to possess you, to feel you, was too devastatingly strong to resist. At first, his lustful kiss surprised you, and even though you burnt for him l, a part of you felt it was wrong to feel this kind of twisted attraction. Last thing Arthur needed was someone encouraging his violence — but your brain soon shut down at the thought he did it for you. Only you. Your arms locked up around his neck to deepen the waltz of your tongues, sending fireworks in your loins. It was far than enough to turn Arthur on who, all of sudden, lifted you from the ground as if you weighted nothing.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, already suffocating with the hungry way he devoured your mouth and the shower’s steam accumulating around you.

As water rained down on your two intertwined bodies, it washed away the blood from your skins. The tainted liquid disappeared down the drain, leaving pale red stains on the bathtub's immaculate marble. 

You kissed him harder. Rougher. Until his flesh dived into yours in an explosion of pleasure and shooting stars.

For you had seen the Hell in his eyes, and loved it anyway. 

Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.

Each chapter of this series can be read as stand-alones but I advise you to read everything if you want a better understanding of details.

Tagging those who might be interested: @areyenotfondofmelobster @meowtastick @babayaga67 @sired-to-hybrid @shelbyssins @kxnnxyasdfg @adaydreamaway08

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PREVIOUSLY, ON PUPPET HISTORY

[deep breath] This is a show where a fuzzy little freak named The Professor teaches a guy named Ryan and a special guest about history.

Each week, there's a different lesson, and The Professor rewards his guests with jelly beans. Aw, cute! He also poops jelly beans. He then awards a trophy called the 🏆Coveted Cup🏆 after consulting with what he claims to be a complex victory algorithm. Ryan has lost every episode, even though he's definitely gotten more jelly beans than the guest on countless occasions.

Zach got no questions right, for instance. Sorry, Zach. Each episode also features a musical guest. They all seem a little unwell. In season three, a HORSE! died. 🙂 Check it out.

Sometimes, The Professor offhandedly mentions a 🧞 genie. Sometimes it seems like he may have time-traveled. We know for sure that he eats spiders and has a perfect score on wikiFeet. Look, okay, so it turns out The Professor discovered a magic lamp long ago and wished for the ability to time travel, and the 🧞 genie was like, “Whatever.”

But then everywhere The Professor 👓 went throughout time—his very presence being a blasphemous affront to the space-time continuum and all—would cause local inanimate objects to turn into the singing abominations featured at the end of each episode. This whole mess was more than the genie could deal with, so he chased The Professor through 🕰️time. But the little blue ballsack, as Ryan lovingly calls him, always managed to evade capture.

So, last season, the genie covertly made a deal with the devil and the Demon Asmodeus. In exchange for a 🏆Coveted Cup🏆, Ryan would steal all of The Professor's precious jelly beans, making him vulnerable enough for the Demon 👿👿👿 Asmodeus to possess him, and then wish himself back to the 🦖Cretaceous. This happened, and Ryan was pretty psyched, but then he asked Satan😈 if The Professor would be all right, and Satan😈 was like, "I don't know, man." And Ryan was like, "Oh, boy, I don't know about this," which was merited, because as soon as The Professor landed in the 🦖Cretaceous, this happened.

Yikes. Okay, so then last Christmas, there was a big memorial for The Professor held by all the singing puppets. But at the end of the service, they remembered that in cleaning up The Professor's time travel shenanigans, the genie had actually turned them all back into inanimate objects. So their kinda-souls are now trapped in purgatory, A.K.A. a beautiful state-of-the-art amphitheater called The Wondrium Arena. Their souls hang in the ether. It's grim. They hope that Ryan can find a way to save them, along with The Professor.

Then there was a shot of the professor in a little egg sac. Ex-squeeze me? What's going on there? I don't know.

Anyway, the pandemic was really weird, and this is basically what I've been up to the whole time. It's a lot of lore, but I mean, fuckin'... come on, man.

Just sit back and enjoy the new season. You're gonna learn a lot, you'll have a good time, all right?

Enjoy season five.

How Hippo Meat Almost Saved America • Puppet History Season 5 Episode 1 Nov 11, 2022

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🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

😍Miss Manager is Adorable 😍

Inarizaki x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

AN: This is a request from @times-new-roman-in-pastel! This was requested in addition!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

How does one describe Inarizaki 🤔

Hmm words like scary, intimidating and strong come to mind

The essence of a power house

Plus Atsumu 😅

Please I'm barely starting and I can't resist 🤣

Let's be honest, they are blunt, loud, outspoken and super intimidating

Kita says whatever is on his mind, Atsumu and Osamu have no filters

Suna is essentially the Tsukishima of Inarizaki

Omimi is just like Ushijima 😐

There is literally nothing soft about Inarizaki

That is 👀 until they met you 🥰🌈🌸

Being a new student at Inarizaki is hard on its own, but when you are the most adorable, softest human on earth 🥺

Well it's extremely difficult

Their uniforms are dark colors mixed with some white

Nit really your style but thankfully there is some room to accessorize 💅🏼

Some adorable tights with hearts or bows

A colorful hair ribbon 🎀

Maybe a colorful necklace or undershirt 😍

Sorry YN but you stick out like a sore thumb

But hey, sticky out isn't all bad right?

Definitely not 🤩

You get alot of attention for both females and males in your class as well as above and below you

You're a second year- forgot to mention that 🙃

You are dubbed the cutest thing to ever walk the halls of Inarizaki

You are so sweet and kind YN

You help your fellow classmates with homework

You are there when anyone needs a hug

And you are, somehow, the only thing that can prevent the twins from fighting 🤨

I'll repeat it...

YN LN is essentially a miracle worker

One day, your bobbing down the hallway when you see Osamu push Atsumu into the lockers

You 👉🏻😳😱🏃‍♀️

Before Atsumu can turn around and punches Osamu, you are there

Your hand goes to Atsumu's cheek

Atsumu 👉🏻😃🍭 whet-

"Oh my gosh are you ok?? Do you need a bandage? I have all different types right here in my bag! Here have a piece of candy while I look for the bandaids"- you, handing Atsumu a piece of candy while you dig for your most colorful bandaids

Osamu 👉🏻😲

Please Osamu is so jealous

You find a small blue bandaid and place it on Atsumu's cheek

"There! That should make it feel all better! Bye now"- you, skipping away lile a freaking cherub 👼

Thankfully Kita and the gang saw the whole thing

Please Atsumu and Osamu are still frozen 🤚🏻

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"- Aran looking at Kita

"I'm thinking we just found our new manager"- Kita 😀

So that's the origin story of YN's ascent to manager status 🙌🏻

What I say next, I mean

Yn you literally become these boys life blood 🥺

They think you are the most adorable and cutest manager around 😍

Suna calla you "smol sunshine"

Omimi gives you constant headpats

Michinari and Riseki THRIVE off your praise YN 🤗

You are just so bubbly all the time I can't 😭

I like want to squish your cute little cheeks

BTW Atsumu totally does that to you

"Awe YN you are just so adorable"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻🤩🌸🍭🌈

Literally, I'm pretty sure you sprinkle flowers when you enter the gym YN ✋️

You are always doing special things for your boys

Baking cookies 🍪

Making onigiri for Osamu because you know he loves it

Cleaning the volleyballs before Kita can even think about it

"Oh Kita I already polished then for you since I had extra time"- you 🤗

Kitas all like 👇🏻

You let Suna lay his head on you while you knit or draw

Ginjima needs a hug sometimes and there's our little YN ready and waiting 🫂

Aran is constantly just stressed and you are there with a cup of calming tea 🍵

Seriously YN these boys would fall apart without you

At tournaments, these boys turn from big ole softies to hard asses real quick

Inarizaki👉🏻 😠😤👿

YN 👉🏻 🤸‍♀️💃💐💕🌈🌞

It's quite the sight 😅

Since you have to wear the traditional, white pants, black shirt and maroon jacket, you often wear your hair super cute

Space buns perhaps 🤩

Maybe with some cut clips 🥺

Please I want to be you YN

You made pins to put on your jackets so that you could distinguish yourself from the other managers

Like it would be that hard 😅

However, these boys are so protective of you YN

They think you are fragile and soft and they need to protect that at all costs!

So when you are filling up water bottles-

Water bottles, I might add, that you have decorated with stickers 🤗

Please I'm 33 and put stickers on everything 🤚🏻

When you back up into a yellow broading man

Seriously you have to look up because whoa is he tall 😅

"Oh im so sorry!! I didn't see you there! But I really like your jacket! Yellow is one of my favorite colors"- you, 👐🏻

Side note: Tendou would love you 💞

The tall man just glares at you behind is mask

➖️⬜️➖️

That's my mask glare face 😐

I have little to work with people ���🏻

Anyways, you are just staring at Sakusa like 😃🥰

And he's just a big ole grump grump

Suddenly the ball of sunshine known as Komori approaches

"I'm sorry about him. He doesn't know how to act around pretty girls. I'm Komori and this is Sakusa"- Komori says, waving at you

"I'm YN!! Inarizaki's Manager 👐🏻"- you, being so cute

"Oh nice! I didn't know Inarizaki had such a cute manager"- Komori, shooting his shot

Honestly, you go king 🤴

"Komori- get away from my YN!"- Atsumu, barreling towards you two

"Our- OUR YN idiot"- Osamu following behind

"Hi guys!! 👋🏻 "- you, completely oblivious and so freaking cute

Suna comes up from the left and puts his arm around you

"Hi suna!"- You giving him a big hug 🫂

Please he's smirking over your shoulder at everyone 😏

"I just met Komori and Sakusa!"- You

"Yeah that's great YN- time to go"- Atsumu glaring 😑

"Whoa man chill"- Komori, hands up 🖐🏻🖐🏻

"Come on YN"- Osamu grabbing your hand

"I'll see you guys later"- you waving 👋🏻

"No you wont"- Suna

"What?"- You

"Oh nothing-" Suna, the smug asshole

Later, after a day of hard games your boys come in 2nd place at Interhigh

You were seriously crying 😢

I mean, I would be too!

YN, our queen, was crying, screaming and hugging all her boys 🥰

At the meeting later that night, you ask the coaches if you can say something

"I- I just wanted to say how proud I am of you guys and to show my appreciation, I made you all foxes with your jersey numbers on them"- you, showing the boys your creation

PLEASE, YN KNITTED THESE BY HAND

Atsumu and Osamu immediately run to you and hug you so tight

Kita, Aran, Omimi and Michinari are all crying 😭

Ginjima is sleeping with his every single night

And Suna 👀

Suna just smiles at his, thinking about how Inarizaki had the best manager in the entire world 🥰

[thot-writes]

girlies idk if any of nyall have played tailor tales but im playing it rn bc apparently this one dude (dimitri) is supposed to be “””submissive””” but …. i have so many thoughts abt this im gonna rant

SPOILERS FOR TAILOR TALES DIMITRI ROUTE

ok im not finished yet but im in the climax (haha) of the story and girls girls girls i am so fuckin peeved off

first of all!!! 1) i would not call this a submissive route by a long shot. it still has every single otome trope of “omg he’s a man…” “he so tall and strong 😳😳” “it’s kinda weird that im 4 years older than him 😖”

like yes he’s shy and blushes a lot but that’s lichrally like the only submissive trait about him? once he gets horned up he “”switches your positions”” and becomes dominant, holding ur wrists down and shit and im sitting here tapping my watch like that judge judy gif waiting for an opportunity to be a dominant MC in my dominant MC route. like what?? who could possibly think that he’s submissive in this route??

2) when MC’s crusty ex boyfriend & his gf come harassing the MC for some reason her dumb ass thinks it’s “a bit excessive” to get security cameras inside and outside her boutique?? bitch huh?? they’re sending u mail and wrecking ur flowers and shredding ur packages and u think it’s a bit excessive??? first one to die in a horror movie syndrome right here girls

3) i get that some people like this but i HAAATE the slow burn “why am i jealous of him hanging out w other girls?” “why am i flustered when he’s shirtless?” type bullshit like im curious are people actually that dumb irl?? like babe ur either horny or in love it’s not fucking rocket science

4) on top of this, dimitri has shown very clear signs that he likes the MC. he even skraight up blurts out “i like you!” like despite the fact he retracts that and covers it up with some dumb “i mean ur a girl and i like girls” excuse im like PLEASE. USE UR BRAIN.

he takes pics of you, he blushes all the time around u, he likes it when u tease him and not ur alpha bestie sarah (god i wish we were sarah), HE HAS A PIC OF U TWO AS HIS SCREENSAVER, and MC is STILL like “wow… does he like me?? am i crazy??”

like yes bitch. ur crazy, but not for the reason u think. ur crazy for being SO DAMN OBLIVIOUS that even dimitri smacking u in the face with a neon sign that says “im in love with u” wouldn’t be enough to convince u!!

5) MC’s too polite 👿 when i think dominant i think someone who’s not afraid to stand up for shit when they think it’s right, and when dimitri gets slapped by his own mother instead of beating her senile ass into mince meat you’re STILL CORDIAL WITH HER???!!!

i’d be dragging her out of my damn shop by her karen haircut i can tell u that fucking much!!

6) on top of all that….. keep in mind that MC and dimitri have made out like four times at this point and just a few minutes earlier dimitri LITERALLY SAID “you’re special to me” SOMEHOW AIRHEAD MC IS STILL SURPRISED WHEN HE CONFESSES HIS LOVE FOR HER!!???!!!??

i seriously…. im … fucking seriously i couldn’t. there have been so many points in this story where im like “bitch are you dumb?” but this was takemichi-throwing-away-his-only-weapon-in-a-gang-fight dumb. as in i had to literally stand up from my computer, pace my room, and contemplate my existence because i just don’t understand what the fuck is going on in here on this day

i got so frustrated from that moment that that’s what spurred me to write this rant. i lichrally don’t think i could calm down otherwise because i am just in absolute awe at the sheer brainlessness of this MC. the current line of dialogue that remains frozen on my screen is “He what now?!”

also just an unrelated pet peeve but man i wish people who were horny for each other would just fuckin act on it more. MC is mad horny for dimitri and she just criticises herself for being a “horny teenager” when she’s only twenty-fucking-three dude??? does MC think that 23 year olds don’t fuck??? why is she acting like she’s retirement age or some shit?? fuck it, even old cunts in retirement are getting pussy! why does she think it’s so shameful to be horny as a 23 YEAR OLD???!!!

don’t get me wrong though. i still like the game, i love the fashion maker part of it and indie games w this much effort should always be supported imo. but im just disappointed that i went into this game expecting it to be a different spin on the same tired otome tropes we’ve seen over and over and instead it’s just regurgitating every single cliche

absolutely no hate on the dev(s?) this is just my critique of it— calling dimitri a submissive route just bc he blushes & can cook is a complete wrong move. he’s not submissive, MC is not dominant (just cheeky), and i doubt any predominantly dom fans would see them as such. the entire route gives me the vibe of “a predominantly submissive person trying — and failing — to write a dominant one”

no shame or shade if u can’t do that btw, we all have our strengths, im sure i would suck shit at writing a submissive MC if i were making an otome. but it’s like… either commit to the bit and learn how to write dominant MCs better, or stick to ur strengths and continue writing submissive ones.

anyway sorry for the wall of text i just had to vent my frustrations. it is SEVERELY disheartening to get ur hopes up for some good rep and instead getting….. whatever this is

that being said if anyone of nyall like fashion and don’t mind being a *cough* sub *cough* i do recommend tailor tales, it’s on steam for anyone who’s interested!