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sketchfanda · 28 days ago

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A Little Moxxie Love Party:Gothic Hotties

Eva vs Imp

When puberty hit some girls like a freight train, it could be make or break, so to say Eva had hit the jackpot was a fuckmothering understatement at the very least. A walking, living, breathing definition of big titty goth girl with the libido to match and she damn well knew it, mothers lock up your sons and lads, hide your nads when Eva was out on the town on the prowl. At least that would usuaully be the case if she ever gave them the time of day anymore, having had a one track mind since that fateful night she'd encountered.....him and couldnt get him out of her head. Hard not to after what could only be summed up as having gotten ravished in such a way that not even her biggest toys could come close to scratching her itch so what guys could even compare anymore?

Yet Eva was in a state of mind where her crush was pretty turning into absolute hatred after having her heart and dreams crushed by the “love of her life”. First the bastard ignored her and never came or called back, now the only time she was even reminded he was around was the latest social media picture or video post of him wrecking one of the random Barbie doll bimbos around about town and the neighbourhood. If that's how he wanted to be than fine by her but she'd get her revenge on that heartbreaking, backstabbing two timing horse cocked gimp-masked fuckwipe!! So she decided the best way to get her much desired pound of flesh was to find a means that would be ideal for killing a seemingly superhuman freakshow like him was to use someone or something equally freaky and what would be more apropos than to summoned a demon from hell to take care of that bag of dicks?

It'd taken a while of course to find exaclty what she'd needed to get the job done, sure she was mad as all fuck but she wasn't desperate enough, let alone stupid enough to sell her soul. Leave it to some of her gal pals on the Goth Gals forum message board to do her solid and link her some instructions for a summoning ritual they guaranteed would be just she needed. No strings attached, just draw up the seal, place the candles to light, etc and presto, instant hellspawn minion, no soul required. But what she doesn’t realize was that when she summoned the creatures that would get the job done, it wouldn't be the one she was intending but also find someone that could take the pain away and become her new love.

But we're getting a little ahead of ourselves here aren't we? Let us check in our kinky goth pixie who we find in her bedroom, home alone and fucking thankful for that what with her folks out for the long weekend. Once upon a time having the house to herself would be when she'd have one of her simp boytoys over for a nice easy lay but that wasn't the case since the "Incident" anymore. This night however, she had her room looking a few steps way from looking like the ideal spot for a Satanic cult or a Witch's Sabbath, no lights save for some candles in key places and eerie demonic symbols and runes decorating the floor. Just light these suckers up, read the incantation chant and she'd be set to go.....

Eva could just picture it already, a big hunky Cerberus or some studly incubus who would tempt her and rut her in ways that'd ruin her even further for human men. Perhaps even tempt and make that traitorous gimp masked bastard jealous and regret ever ditching her and wasting time with rando bimbos!! So you can imagine her shock and disappointment to find what she got was nothing like that, oh no. Instead of what should've been a demon version or equivalent to the Trasher, she found herself looking upon a goddamn runt imp!!

Not just any imp of course because come on, you all know this story at this point!! Yes sir it was none other than our fave little possum, who had on a bath robe as he was set to enjoy a nice, warm shower and yet here he was in the living world facing off a pissed off, big titty goth girl. What was it with these sort of girls and their sense of timing and where were they even getting this ritual from? Hell why was it set to call him up any and every damn time? But that was neither here nor there for the time being, right now he knew what had to be done.

Eva on her end of things was looking ready to choke a bitch, especially and specifically the bitches who lied to her about this summoning!! Where was her big bitch breaking demon cock that would make her lover boy jealous?!! Only for her icey blue eyes to widen and her jaw drop as Moxxie nonchalantly opened his robe and dropped it off of his frame. Flashing her quite a juicy set of legs and...a nice big old red imp cock. Making the kinky goth shudder as her pussy began to gush and dribble as suddenly the Trasher became the furthest thing from her mind.

So that glorified bbc flasher wanted to waste his time with rando bimbo Barbie dolls? Fine then, she had a new lord and master worthy of her love as Eva was shamelessly kneeling naked on the floor before Moxxie, sucking him off with a powerful, intense blowjob. Outright choking and suffocating on his big imp cock which was facefucking her in response much to her shamelessly lewd delight of course. Inches upon Inches of pussy pleasing meat sinking past her luscious violet painted lips and using her mouth and throat like a pocket pussy promising that the infamous Trasher would soon be a distant memory to a point of being forgotten entirely.

But ooh as soon as that cock went from making her face feel like an oral pussy to penetrating her actual one, Eva could swear she was seeing god!! The rush and thrill of her pussy being filled by that saliva lubed up hunk of fuckmeat as it hammered and pounded her womb, proving that her encounter with the Thrasher hadn't ruined her entirely for men. But Moxxie would certainly finish the job, as he approached fucking this slutty goth girl the same way he would approach killing a target when circumstances went his way. Thorough, efficient and downright brutal!!

It had started out simple but effective with a basic missionary position, the goth babe looking on in orgasmic awe at her stomach bulging from the depth of the imp's length and girth. Before she soon found herself being pressed and folded in a mating press as the little red possum showed himself quite strong for handlig a woman quite his size. Her mind going numb with erotic bliss as his tongue invaded her mouth and slobbered away on her pierced tits, making her arch her spine and curl her toes. Her big goth booty clapping its thunderbun cheeks with every smack of those crimson balls with a rhythmic impact.

On and on the pair went, as Eva felt herself living out a pornographic montage far superior to the onslaught she had received from her now unworthy former crush. This was the real one true love of her life, as he took and fucked her like a real man should and could be able to, from mounting her doggy style and prone bone like the bitch in heat she was, to holding and groping her as he had her riding his infernal shaft in forward and reverse cowgirl which allowed him to enjoy the view of her bouncing, clapping tits and ass. Orgasms rocking her one after another and he had yet to cum himself but the times he did, she relished with delight. Showing little to no signs of stopping long into the late twilight hours.

By the time morning finally came, Eva wincing as the sunlight poured into her room while she stirred awake to find herself naked, sticky and sore in all the right places. Pouting as she found Moxxie gone, no doubt the ritual completed yet smiled as she found a note from him with his contact details, feeling absolutely giddy with glee. More so as she went on over to her computer to unlock the desktop and see that her secret cam stream ahd gone over without a hitch. Meaning she successfully displayed her full on marathon with the man she now knew was the only one she'd ever need as she shut off the stream and started searching her room for any and every tracer or reminder or her previous crush to dispose of.

Make no mistake, that kinky goth was already counting down the days before she'd decide to call and be with Moxxie once again. While her little secret porn livestream made quite the stir online with a copy even getting forwarded to Skullfuck productions, where Mr.Sketch and his personal assistant watched on with interest. The flaming skullheaded enigma's bizarre brain running with ideas for his little imp muse and making plans to consider hiring Eva as a future star. She just seemed the sort of gal who wouldn't mind selling her soul...especially with the right incentive....

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Goth Mommy in the Mood

Linda'd found that she'd been feeling lonely lately but not in a romantic sense mind you, but you see jer friends, God she loved them but they could be such a handful at times, had been driving her crazy and she needed some relief, the kind that only a nice little fling would be able to accomplish. But like Hell she was going to fish for and find some even halfway decent catches in a bar or nightclub, slim pickings for sure but if anyone was sure to have a good idea or two then it was bound to available on the internet. Christ if need be, she'd likely settle for a good Skullfuck Productions skinflick to jill off and flick her bean to, especially with some of that new stuff they'd been putting out on release recently. That Mysterious M guy was major fantasy fuel and the mask was a nice touch to really add to the name, to say nothing of that dick!!

When looking online she found something that got her attention on the Desperate Goth Gals forum, exclusive to its subscribed members under a simple title, "The Ritual". Figuring what harm as it seemed a good way to kill her boredome and pass the time, with a smile she decides she'd try and perform it, writing down the instructions set up in the guide posts with the adjustment requested online by Gothpiggyslayer2K, and darkherronqueen69. Making it clear that if she wanted some real mileage of out this, all she had to do was use a digital or electronic candle as the central Master candle, that way she could keep the promised demon around long enough. It certainly helped the terms and conditions ensured there was no catch or fine print and no risk at all to her eternal soul, talk about a real find even if she doubted it might actually work

A quick prep and set-up, few electric/digital candles and one chant later, none other than Moxxie is summoned once again, looking annoyed, a coffee cup in hand indicating this was some bad timing for him. As it was clear this was far from the first time he got called up to the living world, judging by his body language as he took a look around her room amidst the setup. Seems he was no stranger to finding himself in a goth girl's room, no surprise there BUT when he turned to see her, he couldn't help himself become enraptured with her. Oh he'd seen and "dealt" with his share of goths but sweet inferno, Lindel seemed to be in a whole other league while she herself looked upon the imp with stunned silence, no doubt of all the things to call up from Hell, this was what she got?

However once the shock soon wore off, Lindel couldn't help but squeal with joy and delight as she picks Moxxie up in her arms kissing him and calling him adorable. Hugging him close and tight as he caressed his snowballed little horned head and caused his face to be planted deep into the warm, soft valley of her chalk pale tits. Pretty much smothering the sweet little possum as he felt himself in marshmallow heaven and all all at once, oh certainly this sort of reaction from the big titty goth girl wasn't rare or unexpected but there was only so much he could endure. Lindel of course soon obliging his unspoken plea for mercy as she held him further back a bit no doubt to better take in what a little cutie she had in her grasp.

Moxxie:*She actually had a few questions about the underworld and hell what with being a horror junkie and all, especially if for all churches liked to preach about brimstone and damnation, was it so bad if it had such a little sweetheart like him in? Her semi-rapid fire pace of questions adding to the earlier overwhelming motorboating but when the interia soon wore off, he spoke up. "you know what, let's get this over with........." *The next thing tall, pale and gorgeous knew, he suddenly grabbed her before kissing her and pinning her to the bed as the momentum of the sudden make-out ambush caused her to fall back and land on it. Until she was soon gladly making out with the sweet little possum, moaning from his skilled and oh so invasive tongue slithering around to practically fuck her throat as they rolled around and about the bed getting one another stripped of their clothing.*

What follows is a long and thorough pounding from Moxxie as he played into the dominant role taking the hot Goth like a beast, showing how he earned his title mentioned in the Ritual as the Finest Lover in all of Hell, asking if Mommy liked what he got. Moans and cries of ecstasy escaping her lips as she was taken doggy style, her albino booty jiggling and clapping from every impact of each single inch of that Big Imp Cock fucking her hot, sloppy pussy. The walls echoing with the erotic rhythm of a red skin smacking chalk bone white as he'd pull on her ebony hair or slap her naughty booty. The usually cool, aloof goth's face red with a blush of arousal and sporting an expression known in some circles as an ahegao indicating just intensely she as being fucked.

Lindel says that Mommy loves it and wants more, drooling with ectasy as her brain became numb and stupid from overwhelming overdose of pleasure flooding it. The imp obliging her as he maintained a steady, intensifying rhythm, thrusting and pumping into the embrace of the goth's slutty pussy. And she could tell he was only just getting started on rocking her morbid, spooky world. Which ensured she was going to be numb and sore in all the right ways when this was all said and done.

The use of a digital/electronic master candle certainly helped, ensuring that she needn't rush things with Moxxie, who of course was a very through lover. From giving her a powerful facefuck as her head hung off the edge of the bed to mounting and holding onto her waist as he fucked her ass with her bent over on her feet, grasping her curtains for fear life. Moxxie soon quite stunned to find the goth mama to be quite the woman as she was actually keeping up and still standing with him, the pair catching their breaths as they rested on the messedup sweat and juice soaked sheets of the bed. The afterglow taking effect as they caught their breaths.

After a few hours of such intense fucking, both grew tired, a feat not achieved by Moxxie save for only a few times (his first time with Millie, ever, among a few others)as the pair decided to actually spend a bit of the time to bond, watching a few horror movies. Moxxie was taking an interest in Saw, not really caring for all the pointless torture porn and gore but for the death puzzles as it gave him some ideas for traps he could use on earth for his job. Because some assholes deserved a lot worse and slower than a bullet to the brain, as he and Lindel continued to get better acquainted socially as well as erotically. Before they soon once again found themselves making out and picking up right back where they had left off....

Whereas before of course had been more primal, raw and animalistic, this marathon session was more sensual and passionate. The goth mama and the imp love machine now on a more personal level as she currently bounced and rode his shaft at a gentler pace. Hands clasped with his as they opted for a more tantric approach, but no less lusty and determined to bring one another to the peak of climactic ecstasy. The seconds and minutes the Ritual afforded them seeming to move at a pace where both needn't rush their sense of enjoyment as they kept up at it, long and well into the night.

After deciding to go home, both having felt satisfied and fulfilled in their little rut, he gave her a card with his phone number. After all, wouldn't be any harm to do this again, albeit of course with a proper date and time arranged. Giving Lindel one last sweet kiss goodbye and says next time around, he'll let his wife join him. Soon as he was gone home in a puff of demonic smoke when the master candle was shut off, Lindel smiled and sits down to reflect on what had been a helluva an encounter.

All the while she wondered how her friends would handle the compact stud, as she had herself some wicked, fun little ideas. Said friends feeling a strange shuddering sensation run down along their spine as they had a feeling they'd be having a case of blown out backs and numb legs. While Millie back with her man was more than excited to get to learn the details about the latest hot sexy piece of ass her man had met and won over this time around. There was just something about goth girls and her Moxxie.....

And believe you me, wouldn't be the first or last goth girl in the pair's life to come their way. Especially with that Ritual going around which of course begs the questions. Who had made that thing and how did it become enough public knowledge like this? Who can say for sure.....

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Weird Goth

Tambry was down in the dumps and we're talking big time enough that you could tell just by looking at her but the how and why she was nearing a risk of emo levels of depression? Well might be because she had just recently broken up with her boyfriend of a few years, resident wanna-be rockstar and walking, talking teen wangs Robbie Valentino ooooh how she had tried, tried to keep making it work with the jerk!! She had done so much to try to keep his attention from dressing more scantily to even using some size changing crystal to make her ass and breasts bigger tbut unfortunately the spark had just died. However while most girls in her position would mope and mourn in their room after a break up, they'd follow through by destroying or getting rid of any and everything that reminded them of their ex.

But Tambry you see, is a Gravity Falls girl and of course that didn't mean she had to do it all regular like that, hell the fuck no. She had heard one way to get over a man after a breakup was to get under another for a little fling, no strings attached, just a quick, guilt free boning. She'd considered going to town hero Dipper Pines, who had seriously hit the jackpot on puberty starting with a major growth spurt but he was taken and besides given the history he especially had with Robbie when he was 12 going on 13, that would've been considered too petty. Oh sure Wendy would've likely been glad to lend a hand but Tambry was feeling more in the mood for a dude to get the job done and she sure as hell wasn't going to ask any other guys.....Gravity Falls was slim pickings and besides maybe even bottom of the barrell last resort.

Eventually she checked online browsing her phone and found something that seemed like it might be the solution to her problem, some sort of a ritual, that's said it would summon an amazing lover. Now it certainly had to be too good to be true so naturally she had to go into detail and see if there was any catch or fine print involved. So far though it had all seemed pretty legit, she didn't even have to offer up her soul or anything similar in an equivalent exchange, just a few key accessories, a few symbols to write and draw and a chant to read. Though usernames DarkHerronQueen6669 and GothPiggySlayer2K recommended that if she wanted the little devil dude around longer, the master candle had to be electronic, even using an app thst displayed a lit candle to act as substitute woild do.

They insisted, from first hand experience apparently, that the difference was very effective when they tried out it personally even including a video link she decided she’d check out later. For now what followed was a quick supply run, some setting up per the instructions here and there and voila!! Soon she found herself all ready to go, she had to admit with how her room was by default, this whole set up didn't even look out of place. Once she lit and placed the digital Master Candle in place, she goes through the ritual’s final main phase and summons this demonic lover boy it so greatly promised..

Cue the usual theatrical quality smoke and mirrors, because clearly whoever had originally set this thing up had a flair for the dramatic, Tambry was starting to think she had gotten ripped off. Sitting in what was some sort of chair like you’d see a movie director sitting in as they were doing a shoot, was our some sort of horned possum reading…was that a script? Yes folks, it was Moxxie yet again (because come on who were you expecting?) who had clearly found himself called up right when he was busy glossing over his boss’ latest pending smut project and the look on his face made it clear, he was used to this happening. A calm sigh as he put the script aside from the moment, he adjusted, Tambry had to admit, his cute little bow tie as he looked her way and figured it was best the two get down to business.

Sure Tambry doubted this little guy wa going to roc her world but hey he was pretty easy on the eyes, right? But of course ever the attentive little gentleman, the imp could see hesitation in her face and so figured they could ease any uncomfortable so they began to talk. A brief exchange of introductions, getting to know each other and in no time at all, Tambry actually found herself opening up to the little guy, seriously he just seemed so trust worthy and she wasn’t usually one for confiding in others, hence part of why she was on her phone so often. Naturally this had lead to her admitting the exact reasons why she had even gone through doing this summoning ritual in the first place and going by the body language of the imp, wasn’t the first time he heard that sort of thing.

So of course our sweet possum was more than up to giving the goth hottie her much needed act of spite but felt it fair to try offering her a chance to back out but she says she's okay with it. Somehow just getting acquainted with Moxxie just felt so nice, so right to her that somehow just doing a fling for spiting he ex was the furthest thing from her mind. Right about now all she just wanted was for the little sweetheart to show her a Good time and call her crazy but the lighting n here really seemed to make her feel all…romantic. Her eyes getting all hazy with lust as she leaned in close, locking lips with the imp as they kissed and began to make out, softly, slowly, intimately…

Tambry hadn't had a fair share of kisses and make out sessions in her romantic life to say the least but hot damn if Moxxie wasn't setting a standard that would put any wanna-bes to shame. His quite gifted tongue practically making hers dance with it as her every nerve was becoming tingly with a growing pressure of pleasure flooding it as it made its way along her spine and right to her brain. Sweet fucking Lord Almighty, she couldn't believe that she was cumming just from a kiss but there was no mistaking that warm, sticking sensation she was feeling under her skirt. It was so overwhelmingly orgasmic that before she knew it, she was naked as the imp had stripped her of her clothes as well as his own, causing her eyes to drip down to see what she'd be dealing with.

To say she was feeling so damn wet right now would be an understatement, shock and erotic awe hazing her vision as she gazed on the imp's cock. Only for him to then proceed to take her to Bone-Town and having her screaming like a banshee, begging and crying for more from her imp daddy as inch after inch of his demonic, glorious cock pounded her snatch like a jackhammer. Wrapping her arms and legs around him to hold on for dear life and keep him close as if not wanting him to disappear just in case this was all just some dream. But oooh no, that talented tongue of his dancing with her own, the smacking of those heavy balls, the delicious rhythm of crimson skin smacking tanned skin as juices splashed with every impact and more made it all very clear she was wide awake and not dreaming....and Imp Daddy Moxxie had only just begun.

Second into minutes which went on to become hours and Tambry felt like she could die of pleasure overload, orgasms hitting her one after the other like cars on a freeway piling up as they crashed into each other. Moxxie putting her ex to shame and then some with an onslaught of sexual magic as she found herself developing a fondness for quite a few positions he'd put her through more than once. Doggy style and cowgirl especially proved to be her favourites and oh to say nothing of just how fan-fucking-tastic he felt plowing her ass or facefucking her as if her mouth and throat were an oral pussy. Whoever had this guy for a boyfriend or husband had to be the luckiest bitch on the planet and likely had to use a wheelchair just to get around, as the goth and the imp continued with their own tandem hentai montage with little to no signs of stopping.

Unknown to them, Robbie had been outside thinking might have been too quick to break up with her and so had been on his way to try and patch things up. Only for the emo boy to feel like he was going to have to go into an open grave and whine like the little bitch he was as struggled to deny hearing what sounded like her with another man. Really with how loud Tambry was being right now, it was likely the whole neighbourhood could hear it, if not all of Gravity Falls local townies and oddities or even the whole state of Oregon. Particularly whenever she would howl and holler out how much bigger and better Moxxie's cock was and how much better in the sack he was than Emo Valentino. Suffice to say, Robbie Boy's ego and sense of manhood were pretty much shattered...

Not that Tambry cared enough about him to ever even consider giving him the time of day anymore after such a wild night, hugging the imp like a plush toy as they snuggled together in the afterglow. Idly making out as they made some small talk and exchanged contact information mainly so if the next time she ever wanted a repeat, he wanted to at least schedule an appointment. More than willing to oblige the little love machine after such a wonderful time, sharig one last kiss good bye. Pouting adorably as she found herself missing him already, the sweetest guy she'd ever met..and of course he lived in Hell of all places...

A day or so since that night, Tambry was browsing the clothing stores at Gravity Falls Mall, looking for something sexy to wear that she could send pictures of to Moxxie. Oh sure nude selfies and all were spicy but she wanted to know what he'd like, when she ran into none other than resident heiress Pacifica Northwest, who it just so happens was also doing the same. The 2 social media babes had never thought they'd ever have something in common but sharing and comparing their Moxxie experience? Well not a bad way to start a new friendship....or a club to form with all sorts of members to have in on it...what's another secret club in Gravity Falls, right?

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charmac · 1 year ago

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why do you think dennis doesn't pursue any women in season 16? it's a huge contrast to how he is in previous seasons so it must be a deliberate writing choice & i've been dying to hear detailed theories about this

Every season for the past, well I don't even know how long, has always had some kind of 'Dennis pursuing women' narrative written in, for sure, but I think it's maybe less of a Dennis x Women plot, and more of a hard-scene reminder that this guy is a freak, he plays games, he is a sexual predator (and he's fucked up).

Take the last couple seasons: 13, Escapes; 14, Gets Romantic; 15, LW7; 16...Frank vs. Russia. These plots for Dennis are continuing to establish and reaffirm that this guy is in the 'dating' game for the hunt, to evolve and beat any challenge that presents itself. Sex is a game he needs to win at, and he continues to find new ways to approach that. We aren't seeing this side of Dennis' life so we know he's into women or that he has sex, we're seeing it because we're continuing to learn and understand that he's always playing a game, working a narrative. He's not out there dating or having sex for a connection, he never has. He's getting something else out of it.

I'm not sure I really have a theory, or even need to dig more than surface level here. I think Frank Vs. Russia is that same plot that you might say was 'missing' this season. It's the same thing, just men.

In Escapes we only learn Dennis has a sex escape room because Dee gets caught up in it, but he's been doing this. We were none-the-wiser, because Dennis' sex life only rears its head to the Gang when the narrative calls for it. I see Frank vs. Russia as very similar (and same writer, look at that). We learn about The S.I.N.N.E.D. System because Dennis revealed it to Dee and Mac to get them off his back, but he's been doing this. It's the same narrative we've seen for years, really truly: Dennis pursues women people in creepy (or freaky) ways because sex is a game he needs to play in order to win.

Why don't we see him pursue any women in Season 16? Well, we don't often get more than one Dennis sex plot, but I genuinely think having this as the stand-alone sex (in the butt) plot of the Season just better highlights the fact that Dennis "anyone can get a guy to bang them once" Reynolds plays for both teams, in equally messed up ways.

So, it's not a seasonally "Dennis pursues women" plot, but a seasonally "Dennis has a fucked up relationship with sex" narrative :)

#iasip #dennis reynolds #ask #does this make sense? lol #i think its mostly a narrative thing to the audience #we're telling you that frank vs russia IS dennis' “creepy sex plot” of the season #he bangs dudes *surprised pikachu*#but no i was actually surprised falling over that theyd make it so clear but no i wasnt but yes i was but it was mganz so #yay #sunny 16 #frank vs russia

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bestocship · 2 years ago

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Eva and River (@mothpile)

Hoo boy. river (she/her, 33) and eva (she/he bigender, 30) bonded over being haters at their workplace 10 years ago and have been inseparable cunts in crime since. they call themselves just friends despite both knowing that they feel something for the other that's far mushier and genuine than the light-hearted insults they'll use in the place of giving these thoughts any acknowledgement. Pretending like they're not each other's most important person in the world, given they both aren't quite popular with others, it's easier to just be keep things as they are now and not risk being (gags) awkward. Emotions, right? Loser behaviour.

Of course nothing ever challenges this nope there is no workplace (different than the one they met at) event that causes everything to go to shit and now a bunch of different horror genres are happening at once and nearly everyone is dead or turned into some freaky monster, this life threatening circumstances certainly does not make them have to confront on a deeper level how they feel about one another. River's busy calling Eva "a fucking stupid idiot" for venturing out of the safe zone and into danger "for no fucking good reason, we're all doomed to die here anyways, why the fuck are you trying to speed things up". Because it's easier to say this instead of admitting she doesn't want to lose him, much less have him die somewhere where she'll have no way of knowing he's dead. Eva is equally blunt in terms of rudeness back to her about this. Fail situation. Probably important to mention somewhere that River does get death powers and (accidentally) rots her brain and other core functions so Eva has to deal with that (getting blood to River in a way that does not involve Eva dying in the process, as river is akin to a large frog when it comes to getting blood out of people in this state of being.)

tl;dr fail bisexuals who jackasses to everyone including each other who """care deeply""" (100% not in love guys we swear) about one another.

their relationship is already bad enough, let them have some kind of win for this suffering.

Edwin Montrose and Giovanni Pantucci (@twinkrundgren @greengartside)

Rivals from childhood, after a long time of being cross continent penpals, the two starcrossed "rivals" reunite after Edwin, an esteemed poet from England, is forced to move to sunny California. Immediately they fall into a routine of annoying and pissed off each other, heightened by the burgeoning sexual tension when a fight ensues. Both repressed bisexuals, neither wanted to admit that these feelings were love until fighting turned into undressing.

Now, after turbulent fights, almost murder, and skin tingling sexual encounters, the two realized that their continued trysts would only lead to mutual self destruction. It was either they burn each other out, or try to make it last, a challenge for the morbid sadomasochistic Edwin and the depressed chronically self-sabotaging Pantucci. Despite both of them trying to make each other worse, their love for one another is the one thing that keeps them afloat.

The hedonist and the ascetic, constantly at odds with each other, yet they are the only two who truly understand one another. Whatever is going on between them would kill the average person, but it's only these two awful people who's flaws seem to complement each other perfectly who can create a relationship so toxic that it wraps back around into being true love.

your problematic fave ship.

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isleofdarkness · 2 years ago

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What infuriates you most about Descendants? From the plots to characters (from the books and movies)

"You're telling me we're stuck like this until Lagoona fixes some freaky flaw? Which one?! She has so many!" - Toralei Stripe, Great Scarrier Reef

Now you might be wondering how a Monster High quote relates to my answer, but that's how I felt. How could I name only one thing that infuriates me? All of them infuriate me in equal amounts. That's why it took me a while to answer this, because I was debating. Until I realized that most of my grievences fell under one thing;

The lack of any genuine thought and effort being put in.

We have the lack of continuity, how the books struggle to match up with the movies while nothing from the books is ever mentioned in the movies. The really interesting characters from the books and/or the really interesting dynamics they could present, we see none of them.

We have the racism. Li Liang and Li Susu have a German and *supremely* disrespectful and unlucky name respectively. The misogynoir, how they treated Uma, Celia, Audrey, and Freddie. Celia wasn't even bad, she was mischievous bordering on a bit naughty, but they treated her like she was a Villain villain. Uma was right and I will die on this hill. Audrey was humiliated, cheated on, and spelled into doing something she didn't want to. Freddie was actually better behaved than Mal, like sheesh. Queen Leah being the "old, bitter bitch" when she was traumatized and had every right to react as she did in the first movie (while Aurora, the good one, was white with a black mom and biracial daughter.) Ursula being nasty. Cruella being "crazy." There are probably more but I've forgotten them. Carlos, moving off of misogynoir, was treated like a baby. Facilier and Coach were the only two genuinely okay black people in the movies, and they said maybe three lines each and got two seconds of screen time. An Indigenous actor playing an Arabian man. Evie being Latina never being discussed (aside from her possibly falling into the spicy Latina trope in the first movie and book.) It was just so racist, like wow. I could do better even without research, and I hope to do a lot better with a lot of research Disney should have done.

It's not realistic. Jafar tried to rape a fifteen-year-old girl, the same age as his son. Claude tried to rape a sixteen-year-old, who could be the same age as his daughter for all we know. There are children on an Isle of rapists and murderers and people who torture others just for the hell of it, but Disney does not acknowledge how the three of them probably encountered someone who went through it, if not them going through it (Jafar totally would, just saying,) once. No food insecurity, no PTSD (let alone C-PTSD,) no kleptophobia, nothing showing the trauma and constant state of survival they lived in for their entire lives.

The villains are not the Villains. They are cartoony even by Disney standards. Evil Queen would have tried to carve out Evie's heart at least once (she did in mine.) Hades would never cheat on his wife (I headcanon that Maleficent did a love spell.) Hell, most of them wouldn't have survived childhood because their parents are Villains.

How did the wild magic never leak onto the Isle?

Mal has a half-brother. Why was that never bought up?

Why is everyone speaking in such heavy Ebonics at times?

Why did Li Liang have cornrows in the second movie? Her hair doesn't need protective styles like that and she's probably damaging it, on top of it just being not good.

The fucking names. Hadie. Harriet and Harry. Jay and Jade. Claudine. LeFou Deux. The Gastons I give a pass for because Gaston would really be Like That. Yzla. Disney, c'mon.

I already touched on this but where did Mad Maddy and her crew go? Where's Anxelin? And Li Susu? Hadie? Jade and Diego? Freddie and CJ? Where did they go? What did you do to them, Mal?

Mal drugged her boyfriend and I'm one of those people who counts nonconsensual kissing as SA, so she SA'ed him. This is never bought up even though holy shit, that's problematic.

Uma, Audrey, and Maddy had every right to hate Mal. Celia had every right to drop the Ember into a bird bath.

Mal tried to hurt and kill Evie.

Jafar hit Jay at least once in the books. Maleficent ignored Mal until she wanted to exploit her. Evie was starved and forced to reduce herself to a walking cunt to please her mother. A slave in ancient Rome would have been on a pleasure cruise for what Carlos was going through. But they are all dying to see their parents. Make it make sense, Disney. I would kill the person who hurt me *once* if I had half the chance, so why are they sprinting down the bridge to see their parents?

Bringing the Barrier down was a shit idea and Auradon is doomed, Disney. Maleficent was ready to enslave everyone and now she's free? C'mon.

Kids died on the Isle. Unless the Barrier keeps the kids alive. Either way, should probably mention that because some of these people would kill their kids.

Honestly, to keep from ranting for five more pages, there would be so much fucked up shit going on on the Isle and Disney makes it seem like there was just a touch of mischief going on there.

Mal is not a good protag and should not have been marketed as such.

Snow White would never insult Evie's styles like that. Cinderella would never raise her son like that. Alice would never raise her daughter like that.

Beast was legit doing a quiet genocide on the Isle, at least on the children.

How's the Underworld running without Hades? Is Thanatos doing it? He get bumped from guy with one job to managing the hardest domain to manage? What about Persephone? What's she doing? Auradon seems to be in constant spring so it looks like she doesn't get to manage the Underworld.

Gods are inherently magical being and no Barrier, no one (possibly Hecate herself, but we never hear about her,) could stop them from doing magic.

Fae and djinni are inherently magic. Cecaelias (and I'm betting mermaids) need to be born underwater. Nothing can take the magic out of the ocean. How did they prevent that, Disney? Tell me.

And-

I think I've ranted for long enough. There's so many plot holes that I can't even strain pasta through it because the pasta would fall out. There's so much disrespect for other cultures that I can't even think of an analogy. There's so little creativity that I was writing better stories before I knew how to write. Descendants is a spite project made to put EAH out of business and sell dolls and it shows. Disney, do better.

"Sometimes fanfiction is a love letter to canon. Sometimes it's ninety-five things canon has done wrong nailed to canon's door." And mine is definitely the latter.

#rant post #i'm so fucking mad #at disney #the darkness speaks #swearing #tw sa ment #rape ment #child abuse #child death #food insecurity #trauma #racism tw #misogynoir #tell me if i need to tag anything else

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usernoneexistent · 1 year ago

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Part I of Harper starts Hogwarts

Challenge: 'Acceptance Letter' for the Back 2 School Chaos Challenge

When Harper gets her letter, Flynn has concerns about his little sister starting Hogwarts and how the family will react to the news.

Warnings: family angst

It started with a roasting Summer that year. The Nowak household held a barbecue as they had been soaking in the sun for the previous few days while complaining about how hot it was. The inflatable swimming pool was blown up for the kids to cool in; it was more Flynn and Harper using the pool. Isla, his older sister, commented about how the pool was for kids. However, Flynn was sure she was acting too cool for them since she befriended the popular girls at her school.

Sounds of hoots from above which brought Flynn back to the owlrey. Though Flynn could contact most of his friends with a cell phone or through his Xbox. What was peculiar was when the owl dropped something into the pool.

Isla screamed and quickly covered her head. Their mum rushed over to see what was happening while Flynn picked up the letter, which was dry despite landing in the pool. He figured there was magic in everything.

"Flynn, tell your friends to stop sending owls over. They're so freaky." Isla complained.

"But it's not for me," Flynn argued as he looked at the letter closely. He remembered receiving one exactly like it two years ago. "It's for Harper."

Flynn handed the letter to his little sister, who was equally confused. The rest of the family gathered in the grassy garden as they climbed out of the pool. Harper tore the letter open as they all held their breath. His mother especially as her face paled when she saw the green ink.

"I got accepted into Hogwarts," Harper said stunned. Her doe-brown eyes sparkled, and a smile formed on her face. "Oh my god! I'm a witch! I get to learn magic and fly brooms and get to see talking paintings-"

"Wait, you knew?! "Elizabeth Nowak exclaimed. Her dark brown eyes widened.

"Well, I only made my paintings move. I thought I only had a little magic but not enough to get into Hogwarts. I mean Flynn did so many magical things." Harper admitted, hanging her head. "I didn't mean to hide it from you."

"Then why didn't you say anything, sweetheart?" Jan said, rubbing her back in soft circles. "We're here for you, Harper. You can tell us anything."

"I thought you wouldn't let me go."Harper avoided their gaze. She clutched her letter a little tighter. "You didn't let Flynn go when he got his letter so I thought you wouldn't let me either."

Both of their parents stayed silent. Flynn knew they wouldn't fess up that they messed up things with him. His mother especially tried to rid the magic out of him by attending muggle school and that he needed to follow a particular path. He learned quickly that magic was essential to him, and in his life, his mother only relented because there was little choice. Even now, her eyes would narrow anytime Flynn spoke about Hogwarts and magic in the house.

"No, Harper, dear. We'll let you go to Hogwarts won't we, Liz?" Their father glanced over at their mother. She stood their arms crossed, clearly disagreeing, but she reluctantly nodded.

"Yes! I'm going to Hogwarts! "Harper started her victory dance.

"Great," Isla muttered loud enough. "I have another freak of a sibling."

She left with their mother following her shortly behind. Flynn knew she was following after to comfort her as the golden child. The mood soured quickly by Isla's outburst; it was not like she had already ruined Flynn's acceptance and first entry to Hogwarts, but Harper was another matter.

"It's fine, Harper. "Jan reassured. "Your mother will handle her."

Though Harper struggled to not look too upset by it. Flynn couldn't let Isla ruin her acceptance to Hogwarts like she did with him.

"Harper, just ignore her." Flynn playfully nudged. "We have to celebrate your acceptance to Hogwarts! Right dad?"

Flynn glanced over at his father for his approval. Without hesitation, he said, "Yeah. We can...order some pizza tonight."

"And dessert!" Harper grinned.

"And we'll get dessert." Jan laughed.

The three of them went inside. Jan ordered the promised pizza and dessert, which cheered Isla a little, too. Though Flynn feared that day was history repeating itself.

#back2schoolchaos2023 #challenge day 1 #flynn nowak #harper nowak #isla nowak #jan nowak #elizabeth nowak #hp next gen

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firespirited · 2 years ago

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Weird day today. Had a very nice but subtly unnerving surprise meeting with an old friend of the family. She brought up dad which was expected but the religious language and contextualising everything was tough: "you and us are doing ok because we're children of gd" "gd brings us together" "gd protect us from evil" type stuff along with usual gd willing, thank gd, gd is good language.

I handle references to faith just fine culturally in Arabic, it's a little less culturally comfortable in French (or even English) but it's also not something I can reply to except with a polite nod that doesn't say yes but "I hear you".

It brought up a lot of complex emotions about half a dozen things as these things do when you've been rejected or hurt by people with gd as a reason. Also a painful reminder that I need to establish religious boundaries again with family again because I do take words seriously and don't want to be praying or agreeing to prayer because its uncomfortable to say that I'd rather not - after all it is as a matter of respect, if gd is real I refuse to treat communication with Them as trivial.

It was lovely to see she and her family are well. She speaks very fast so I wasn't able to say that I'm very happy for her lesbian daughter even as I could see her skirt around it like she thinks I might be biased against it (Honey no! Even as a tween when I was still christian, I thought any couple willing to commit for life and actually take those 'all circumstances' vows was to be celebrated. Of the dozens of red flags to not approve a marriage, being gay seemed totally illogical to me. Besides the passages about mlm and wlw were clearly in context about getting it on outside of marriage for social or ceremonial reasons and saying it's not real sex because it's not P in V and like A) we'd covered ancien greeks getting freaky in school and B) this was the Monica Lewinski era: everyone in the western world debated whether only P in V/hetero constitutes cheating. As a kid I didn't see it but after Lewinski? Those passages are clearly about what counts as cheating).

And I'll be totally honest, I was so relieved: the first two daughters married macho abusive dirtbags and are now married to new nicer if not exactly groundbreakingly feminist blokes but M's got her stable girlfriend turned wife, and while wlw relationships aren't without heartbreak and high drama, she has a lot better odds of an equal relationship.

I came home and crashed, napped for a while, then had to go do something... anything... because I wasn't in a great headspace so bad news from a friend via sis sent me and her spiralling about medical malpractice/neglect, I went for a second walk - it helped a little. I damaged a doll I was fixing up because I was tired,

Watched Wakanda Forever: excellent potential, same vast talent but obviously made in a rush (bits are clearly missing or chopped to be used in a different way), the underwater world was a blurry dark mess (and that would have been so cool if we could see it!) and I couldn't bear to see them fighting (over what seemed so trivial compared to the real threats), finally we get to see Shuri process 1 thing in between... she's got a whole lot more but hey she's got 1 down. I mean you don't get character study films in the MCU, you get a 3 minutes for Gamora or Rocket to address their lifelong traumas so not bad at all for a Marvel. I just can't with a blockbuster attempting to handle grief while still making a hero action movie, it expects you to imagine a lot of offscreen growth and processing. I don't like seeing characters with potential done dirty like that. I'd rather read whatever tie-in books expand the universe because they *had* to put 45 minutes of fight and explosion scenes.

The costumes were incredible as always but yeah not in the mood to see Wakanda attacked while the CIA rub their hands in glee.

Then there's an unfortunate subtext of a skeptic finding faith after doing all the rituals right which was just the wrong day for me to take it charitably. I'm happy for her. Really. I'm also jealous.

Science tells us little gay boys grieve when they realise, even on a subconcious level, that they're not getting the happy ending of the wife and two kids, it leaves a void and they have to reshape themselves as adults to fill that wife shaped hole society told them would be filled.

I hope that changes now that gay marriage is normalised and seen more. I hope more and more folks can find completeness without needing one special person to complete them.

Now when you're a religious kid, you're given an extra void to shape yourself around, one that will be filled by the divine. It will give you confidence purpose and love, and reshaping yourself is difficult because this isn't just the missing piece of your soulmate but your entire existence and reason for being. Being single from the spiritual is felt like a permanent failure at being human.

Among many things today, I was reminded today of what it felt like to be looked at as 'soulless', a 'lost' soul at best and how that's legit how I saw myself and on some level still sort of do.

I'll rewatch Wakanda forever on a better day and skip the fights. Hopefully by then someone has fixed the colour and brightness on the underwater scenes.

#saf #Rambles #wakanda forever #Rant #tw: religious trauma #Movie reviews

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lmao not the big work screen that's brave of you here's another one but less 😵 and more 🥰 vm.tiktok.com/ZGe378eMP/ - genuine q. concerning ��/🐈‍⬛: when are we never in the rabbithole??? *complains about the microwave*- *proceeds to feed the microwave* speaking of, hi welcome to your en-o'clock era 👀 this compilation is the most accurate preview of what's in store: vm.tiktok.com/ZGe37yXGA/

icl seungmin and mimo in ate?? still not over that bridge + that genre of mimo? i'm thinking the Δ composition = fwb/fboy!mimo + pining-bsf!seungmin 😶‍🌫️ WT: I CAN HEAR THE COGS TURNING + SENSE THE ANGST FROM MILES AWAY ISTG WOMAN THE REVEALLLL I'M GONNA SCREAM 🕊🦋

“what am i doing with an enhypen album” im crying 😭😭 consider yourself ✨️ influenced ✨️ she really is the prettiest - I didn't realise just how cute/cozy their photoshoot concepts were for inceptio 🥺 also asia!! 💓 whereabouts are you headed?

i'm surprised you're still here bc 🥟's given us not one but TWO ig lives this week 😭😭 AND THE TOUR CLIPS SO FAR?? BANGCHAN??! SMILEY MIMO W/ HIS BLUE HOODIE? THE THUNDEROUS STAGE?!!

i'm already on ep 27 bc i'm a fast watcher lol but YOOOOOOOO why did nobody tell me about niki 😭 he's ADORABLE YO, my new son omg i immediately adopted him. the most precious baby someone protect him at all costs 😭 also i've been looking at sunghoon lol we're pleasantly surprised. i had zero clue about his personality but after watching this, hello....... interesting....... just hear me out - he reminds me of mimo sometimes :o personality wise and also in some shots he looks like mimo to me lolll. ALSO i'm sure you've probably seen this but it came up on my explore page the other day and i watched it like 20 times in a row lskdfhalsd 🤣

2min △ 😭 we need to stop being on the same frequency bc i thought about it once and while a hyunho △ has the potential to run along lines of being in lurv with your buddy's gf, a 2min △ just has to stem from (childhood) best friends :o

i'm equally excited and nervous to post wt7.5 bc while i like some of the bits in this one, idk how people will receive it bc yk... angst. but we'll see in a few days akskjshd 😭

i'm going to vietnam for like 3 weeks hehehe. OH and i keep forgetting to tell you, my friend is going to music bank madrid and she asked me if i wanted to come too. unfortunately i'm out of paid leave and i have a jonas brothers concert (in my defense i bought the ticket last august before all the drama 🤣) a couple days after that, but imagine if we both to music bank together 😭 that... would be kinda insane methinks

🥟 has been so active with his lives lately i'm so in love with him :((( that newlywed life is treating him well i see, i should be their roommate i don't mind thirdwheeling

everything about the tour is driving me crazy. the setlist (although no charmer is a major L for me, rip), the looks, the solo stages (i cannot tell you how in love i am with mimo's hair. i'm still trying to process it), the merch especially the mood lamps and the stress balls (i caved and ordered a foxiny one) and the new skzoos doing UPPIES I WANT THEM SO BAD (and look oh my god they can hold hands) I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I WANTED SOMETHING SO BADLY 😭 i love that while everyone else was doing horny numbers and getting freaky on main, seungmin had a mike wazowski guitar moment and mimo had a babygurl stage lolll. ngl i couldn't really focus watching the thunderous performance bc they were SO sparkly lmaooo i love the babygirl-esque fits 😂

#🍙 anon #answered

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tahnisreu · 1 year ago

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idly remembering addi's old storyline that i worked with for the last 10 years before the sequel came out and remembering it is making me go OH YEAH THAT WAS A THING-

addi was the second child born on pandora. her parents are norm spellman and liera bennet, leading to her name being Addison Bennet Spellmen so she gets both last names.

della - Max's daughter, was born first and is a few months older. her dad is max patel and her mom is quinn harper. so her name is madella harper patel.

if their life was a theater, addi is the tragedy mask and della was the comedy

the two avatars playing basketball stayed and had two boys.. forgot their names. can't remember if they were twins. made em specifically for equal gender kids. both had the same personality as loak and spider. lets ignore em.

addi and della were the 'tester' kids to see if it was even viable to have kids with their resources. there's only so many humans left on pandora, not enough personel to fully run hells gate, they could face dwindling supplies at some point so would having a bunch of kids even make sense? this is why i hate the highgrounds comics cause apparently the humans IMMEDIATELY started having kids and theres like 20 of them?? IN THE SPAN OF A COUPLE YEARS? WAIT A MINUTE?

..anyway, there's a distinct 3-4 year gap between addi and della and the rest of the kids that are born.

this is baby teen me we're talking about so OF COURSE i had to make up my own rules to give them avatars. and then they were just treated like other typical young na'vi and had to undergo training and all that.

i took the term 'energy is borrowed' literally so these kids got like some funky things going on. addi had like acute hearing. she could lock into a sound like a mile off?? and della had a perfect almost magnetic sense of direction. they could be in an underground mineshaft and she knows exactly what direction is where. i dont know why i picked that but it sounded neat and connected to nature??

and somewhere the story plot line developed into a mix of moana and epic?? delivering some sort of seed of a spirit tree to somewhere else and eywa - or the thing that they think is eywa - ends up taking over addi's avatar sometimes and it's just...freaky. not even like 'its a goddess that can communicate with others' no it was a Thing that runs on pure instinct. and there's some civil war kinda thing breaking out that the adults are focused on and not listening when the kids are saying something weird is happening like.. through the planet?? hello?? and they go on their own adventure to get this seed thing where it wants to go i guess??

and there were na'vi that were pitch black with white eyes so they looked like moving constellations at night. would probably have been that one clan that uses astrology..

man back then me really had something going--

#;; mun chatter #im just yammering its okay

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recklesslycaffeinated · 2 years ago

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Okay. I know that we are human with the prison au but what if we were a monster. Like how much how that affect things? You can pick whatever monster you wish but I kinda want to see what would happen if we were like a sheep monster or something fluffy and soft. Like..an animal that still fits our personality?

Oooh, can we be a green Flame Monster?? I love the Flame Monsters, you'd think they'd be really big personalities, but the mostly keep themselves to themselves. But you can bet they're likely pretty powerful.

But we could also go Cat Monster - after all, Skull already calls the Reader kitten.

No matter what Monster type we're talking, I'm assuming we're also a nurse at the prison. And, again, it's one of those situations - as so many of these are, where the biggest impact of the change is with Sans.

Sans, bizarrely, would take a bit longer to realize he was in love. The fact she's a nurse in a Human run prison would really get up Sans's metaphorical nose. I think he'd go in hard on the supportive but firm Uncle angle, trying to explain to her why what she's doing (in his opinion) is wrong, but also bending over backward to keep her safe.

Needless to say, she would not be popular amongst anyone at the prison. Monster prisoners would see her as a traitor, Human prisoners would view her with suspicion, and the staff would always suspect she wasn't 'on their side'. Sans would have his work cut out for him to keep her safe and they'd likely not have as much alone time in the examination as she wouldn't be as trusted.

And once Sans realised he wasn't simply doing this because she's a young Monster, but also because he's actually massively in love with her, it would likely get worse. He'd want to get her out of the building pronto.

Reader is a Monster - even if she's part of the new generation, born above ground, there wouldn't be much chance she hadn't heard of Sans. She'd also be aware or suspect from the rumour mill, that this is the judge. It would be a long, hard road for her to ever really trust him. Yes, he's a hero to most Monsters, but in a very dark way. People want him doing what he's doing, but they exactly want to go anywhere near him.

It would be similar for Red. She'd absolutely know who he is, far more than Human-Reader. And while she might be secretly keen on the romantic world of the gangster, she knows what he can do and she'd be most likely terrified of Red. After all, unlike Sans, Red has no trouble killing his own kind if he has to.

Red is Red. I find these alternative scenarios hard to write about for Red because Red is Red. Red will sleep with anyone, Human or Monster. Even if Monster-Reader is in a form he's less interested in - Red does usually stick with humanoid as a rule, it wasn't Reader's body Red really fell in love with. Whether he understands it or not, he was drawn to her Soul and he'd be drawn to Monster-Reader too.

But for Monster-Reader, I think Red is a bit more full-on. He's aware Humans find him intimidating. Monsters, not so much. So I think he'd be more willing to play big man and flirt like no one's business. I think he'd also be far more able to help her. She's a Monster, so probably living in a Monster district. He could send his guys around, and keep her safe. It would be far less suspicious than it would be with Human-Reader.

Skull would be far less scary to Monster-Reader. Intimidating, yes, but she'd have no concerns about getting eaten. The legend would still be pretty intense - Skull would be, to her, not the legendary cannibal, but that super freaky Monster who went nuts.

I think Skull would end up being her favourite very quickly. The stakes are lower with him than with Sans and Red. She'd understand better the nature of his illness (Hopelessness) and once she'd gotten over just how damn terrifying it would be to see it, she'd feel incredible pity for him. She'd be equally determined to see him cured.

Skull, of course, is entirely focused on Souls, so his reaction would be nearly identical to Monster-Reader as it is now. With the exception that, unlike Human-Reader's Skull, he wouldn't be having constant nightmares about accidentally killing and eating Reader...

#red #skull #sans #askme #monster-reader #stes #saving three ex cell ent skeletons

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💝 — from his bf ofc ~

SEND 💝 FOR A KISS BETWEEN OUR MUSES !

One of the many cons of working nights meant being separated from Steve, their shitty tiny apartment that he loved, the comfy bed that contained Steve, and where Steve's welcoming arms rested. He wanted to be in those arms, whispering in the dark with the person he loved, as they often did before sleeping. Eddie had discovered over two years that there wasn't much better in the world than being in love and being loved in return. He didn't know how much he craved that feeling of security before Steve stumbled into his life armed with a boat oar. The road getting them to their current situation had been bumpy, to say the least. Scars both inside and out reminded him daily about it.

The Naughty Boy was the bar Eddie found himself working at since they'd arrived in LA. He enjoyed the rock n' roll vibe and the mostly queer patronage. They played metal too, but Eddie was the only bartender on staff who worked the metal look, which turned out to fascinate customers. People expected him to be straight and aggressive, and he could hardly deny that many metalheads were exactly like that, homophobic too.

But once it became public knowledge that Eddie was very much queer and very much not an asshole. The weirdest thing happened. Phone numbers came rolling in like a goddamn tornado. Guys from George Michael look-a-likes to huge freaking bear men were suddenly interested in him. Something that had never occurred back in Hawkins. Eddie dropped a few times that there was a man in his life but found himself being asked to play the part of a bartender by his boss since he'd become so popular. Sometimes, people came in specifically just to see Eddie, and that was insane to him.

On one such long evening shift, Eddie whipped out his charming smile and devilish wit on a custom while serving him. They exchanged some playful banter, mild flirtation, nothing harmful. Then suddenly, Eddie halted the conversation upon spotting a familiar face at the end of the bar. The smile he gave the guy at the bar was garbage compared to what he gave Steve. Steve made him light up from head to toe. He quickly made his way over, leaning on the bar, chin rested in his palms. "What's a pretty boy like you doing in a place like this, sweetheart?" he began, the smile full of his usual cheek. "No way did your boyfriend let you out alone. He should be very worried about someone snatching you away from him with eyes like those, dude. Damn."

Soft laughter bubbled up in his throat when Steve kissed him unafraid and unashamed, muttering how Eddie's boyfriend should be equally concerned. "He's never gotta worry about me." Eddie returned between kissing bouts, his hands moving to Steve's shoulders. "I'm in it with my man until the end, no matter what. Guess we're a little freaky like that." he kissed Steve one final time, doe-eyes sparkling with love. "I got a break in ten, babe. Gonna spend every second of it with you."

@harringtontm

#ship. whenever i’m alone with you; you make me feel like i am whole again (harringtontm) 🎸#harringtontm #v. after the horror.#THEM UR HONOUR

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I've made a very odd realization just now. If I get to the age 78 it will be the 100 year anniversary of the first episode of TYO airing on television. And if I get to being 90 it will be 100 years since the era of Rik Mayall and Hue Laurie and Steven Fry and all those other chaps and oh God that is a weird feeling. I will most likely be alive to see most of not very old Shows and Comedy become 100 year old Shows and Comedy. Also music, holy crap thats freaky.

Hey, anon. I apologise in advance because you've unlocked my history student braincell. 😂 This is also possibly a bit, in the words of Neil, "Oh wow, heavy!" if the passage of time is not something you want to contemplate right now.

I've contemplated the future passage of time regarding TYO too sometimes and yeah, it's a very weird feeling. I think it feels weird because people have a tendency to think of today's world as "it" - that is, everything that came before today was just leading up to today and we're here now so this is how it's going to be. We have the facts of what came before us; I can tell you that TYO is nearly 40 years old, that's a fact of life right now and I can see what came between 1982 and 2021... But, one day, TYO won't be nearly 40 years old. Can you imagine being old and all the people older than you today - personal and celebrity - being gone, little footnotes in history? What and who will take their place? Future generations with decreasing connections to the people older than us today are coming. The reassurance is of course that this will all happen gradually so it's not going to be a massive shock to the system all at once.

Logically, we all know that we're just a blip in the story of history and that there will be something after us and that we'll even live to see our world change in ways we can't yet predict but, in all honesty, I do think a lot of the disdain and derision some people have towards those who came before us (the whole "I'm better than you because I came later so I know more") comes from a sort of arrogant belief that today is the pinnacle. Believing that today is the pinnacle and that ergo things can't be improved and shouldn't change is quite a conservative attitude so that probably explains why I don't mesh with it too well. I mean, today is the result of everything that has come before (and is hopefully an improvement) but that doesn't make it the pinnacle. It's a step. People in the future will doubtless regard us as equally inadequate in some way. I don't know, are we ever supposed to reach the pinnacle? Is that possible? What the pinnacle even is, is subjective; we've just got to keep improving.

Anyway, if I'm alive, I will be just shy of 81 when TYO hits 100. Without wishing to sound terribly morbid, everyone involved with it will be dead. Most of the people who'll be around in 2082 will probably feel extremely disconnected from 1980s alternative comedy, in the same way we as a society/societies feel quite disconnected from the culture of 1921. We know about the culture, sure, but it's not something we as a whole society/societies embrace anymore because time and culture has moved on. The same will be true in 2082. I know that there are cultural "markers" that stick around that people use to try and understand different periods in history, but a lot of these markers offer only surface level understanding. That's not to say that they offer a useless level of understanding but obviously a bit of research and genuine interest is required to try to understand any historical time period in any depth.

Now, the 20th century - at the moment, no doubt the 21st century will rock future historians too - appears to have been an absolutely colossal century when you examine the changes between 1900 and 2000. That could be because, living in the early 21st century, we're biased. Of course 1900 and 2000 look so different to us, one was 121 years ago and the other is a year that most people alive today lived through! Judging the difference between other centuries is more difficult because everyone is dead. Did the people in 1921 think the changes between 1800 and 1900 were immense? Probably. And of course they were - that's 100 years of change. It's simply that a lot happened in the 20th century - a lot. Far more will be available for future generations looking back at 1982 than say 1882 or 1782. It all comes down to technological innovation really, as it usually does. The rise of the television in the post-war period (and later the internet, which has aided our ability to archive pre-internet sources phenomenally; just look at all the 30 year old clips of Rik and Ade you can find on YouTube) has given us so much more to look back on in a cultural sense. Not only can you read things written by people of the past hundreds of years, you can watch people from recent history in action doing a variety of different things that all meant something at the time. That's a big step up.

So, my point in mentioning the massive amount of culture and history on show from the 20th century is to ask: will The Young Ones even stand out much at all as something from 1982 by 2082? As it's British, I would assume Britain is where it's most likely to still be remembered but, even then, in what way will it be remembered? What will the general consensus be? By the time 2082 rolls around and compared to the plethora of other things we have recorded from the late 20th century, will it get much attention? I'm not saying it will have been forgotten but the question of whether it'll still be considered culturally relevant or funny is hard to predict the answer to. There will still be people who like it - you can find people who like most things that are decades or even centuries out of the mainstream fashion - and I feel that TYO may be an interesting source for cultural reactions to the Thatcher administrations... But will any significant body of people even mark the 100 year anniversary of TYO? Already many who saw it air feel it's firmly dated and set in its period, as opposed to fitting in with the now. This is a debatable viewpoint, obviously, although in a literal sense all of the cultural references do date it to the early 1980s. Of course, whether this should be regarded as a positive, negative or even neutral thing is also a matter of opinion.

Oof, The Young Ones at 100? The song was right: we may not be the young ones very long...

Well, that was a bit of a waffle. 😂 If the prospect of living in a world where TYO is long gone and forgotten and everyone has moved on - more so than they have today - is unappealing to you... Because it is to me at the moment... That's okay. Because, I mean, 2082 is still quite a way away and the people we are today won't be around then. We've got lives to live first and the people we'll become by 2082 - if indeed we're still around - will fit in there somehow, without even realising. And that doesn't actually necessarily mean we'll not like TYO anymore because, hey, there are some things you just always like and who knows what those things will be. Comedy is good.

Sorry if I've depressed you, I am fascinated by the past (*waves in History Student*) so the concept of change over time does interest me. 😂 Hope you're not now drowning in existential dread and I hope what I've said makes sense!

I know, Rick, I know.

On a slightly related note, another weird thing for me personally is that, on the 100th anniversary of Rik Mayall's birth, I will be... 56. That's just a coincidence and doesn't mean anything at all, but it is a bit bloody typical! 😑

Thanks for the ask!

#asks #anon #the passage of time #me rambling #history #culture #the young ones #tyo #i'm sorry 😂#i wrote this in the wee hours it could very well be bollocks

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Inspired by this ask.

Present day Duff and Vivian reflect on their romantic relationship

I sat down with my best friend to discuss our affair for the first time in 26 years…and gain a final piece of closure the two of us have yet to attain from one another.

"This is gonna be interesting because both of our spouses are here." I say as I sit down, at my kitchen bar and Duff takes a sip of his water before joining me.

"Nah, Su's as cool as a cucumber. We got this." He replies. "...I don't know about Sixx but me, you and Su can handle it." He teases.

"If you get war flashbacks, baby, just remember you're sober." I tell Nikki and he chuckles.

"I'll just go to the bathroom and sing 'Kumbaya'." Nikki adds and Susan laughs.

"It won't be that bad." She assures him. "I got my waterproof mascara on. I'm ready."

"I'm getting through this without crying." I state.

"You cry over google commercials, Viv." Duff informs me.

"Because they know how to market. This happened…" I have to do the math. "...thirty-two and a half years ago. I won't cry."

"Okay, well, just in case, I came prepared." Susan tosses me a pack of Kleenex.

"Thank you." I say to her, doubting I'll need it.

"I'm about to start the camera." Nikki tells us, going to press start on the camera he's got set up to film this. "Oh, it's already started." He states.

"It's okay, people won't care." I shrug, taking a sip of my Pepsi. "Okay, Hey, Guys." I say to the camera. "This is a very special occasion because I'm here with my best friend, and the father of my first child, Michael Andrew McKagan a.k.a Duff McKagan a.k.a Daddy McKagan according to some of you nasty, freaky, bastards." I pipe and Duff rubs his face.

"Oh my God." He chuckles.

"Do you read your instagram comments?" I remind him and he nods.

"It's just so weird to hear it in real time." He explains. "I think that's one of the most odd things you can call a sexual partner. Like…'daddy'..."

We just stare at each other for a moment and I look at the camera.

"He just single handedly dragged me in the nicest way possible." I say to him as Nikki and Susan try not to laugh.

"No, I jus--well, you can say whatever the hell you wanna say and call him whatever you wanna call him because you've earned it with the shit you've been through, but it's just odd for me to go online and there's, like, girls 30 years younger than me calling me 'daddy.' Like, I'm not sure if you realize this, sweetie, but I have daughters your age." He points out and I start laughing. "I-I could actually be your dad. Careful now."

"I think Vince has a higher chance of being these horny girls' father." I state.

"I know, but it's just food for thought, you know?" He shrugs.

"I don't even know how to transition from that to the topic--which is a serious topic, but this is just...oh my gosh." I giggle out, not able to stop.

"Speaking of 'food for thought'," He creates a transition for us to go into what we're talking about and I take the opportunity.

"Yes, we will be discussing our weird relationship-but-not-really-because-I-was-married-and-confused situationship in honor of my book coming out 'Verbatim: The Truth, The Whole Truth, & Nothing Left Unsaid', which tells everything that happened from 1981, to early 2000s, that people have already read about in everybody else's books." I explain. "I've had this, 'it isn't anybody's business' mindset and now, I feel like I'm in a place where I can tell what happened, including our thing--which is something, believe it or not, we have not talked about as much as people think we have."

"No, we haven't."

"I don't know exactly why we haven't spoken about it much, like it happened, it obviously happened because we got a son out of it...we just haven't acknowledged it happened, really. Which is why we're gonna ask the tough questions and hopefully get through some stuff."

"Which is nice because I honestly think the last time we even alluded to it was 1994, right after I got sober, and was advised to resolve things in my friendships, and even then we didn't get everything out there." He replies. "At least I didn't, and I feel like a lot of people have something to say about it, and we spent so many years letting other people define what that time was to us--which it was such a private and personal thing between the two of us that other people's two cent shouldn't have had the impact on us that it did--but we let it get to that point where we lost sight of what it meant to us and let it be defined however the fuck people wanted to call it. And that wasn't good for either of us, and I think that's one of the things that's kept me from bringing it up again. Especially now that, ya know, I'm married, have two grown daughters with Susan, you have Nikki and your children, and I've always thought there's no point in bringing something up that happened--like you said--thirty-two, almost thirty-three--years ago.

"Because you don't want to hear the b.s."

"Because I don't want to hear the b.s." He agrees. "But the more I've thought about it, there are parts of me that feels like I didn't get to say what I wanted to say when we decided to go separate ways, and that just gets fucking heavier and heavier with each year, and I'm sure you might, too."

"Oh, definitely." I agree completely, able to relate to it. "I feel like one of the main reasons for me, why I haven't tried to talk to you about it is because, like you said, people will automatically start something out of absolutely nothing, but also because I felt like I never had the right to." I state and he furrows his brows a little. "Why did you wait so long to tell me how you really felt about me?

He lets out a breath before thinking a moment.

"I refused to hinder what little happiness you had left in your relationship with Nikki. I knew you guys were struggling, I knew you were fighting like hell to get your relationship back on track, and I didn't want you to have any more confusion going on than what was already being put on you and if I would have told you how I felt, that would've done that. And then I was with Mandy for a while and that kinda helped me feel like I was over those feelings, but I realized I wasn't when she and I broke up."

"Did anybody else know about how you felt or..?"

"Well, I--yeah, Stevie thought it was just a little, like, I had a crush on you, but Izzy knew I loved you...which is why he wasn't shocked when they found out about us." He says. "...Of course he wasn't surprised because all the Nikki/Vanity stuff happened, so he was kinda expecting you to do something, which--okay, I don't know how to ask this." He admits, thinking of how to word it, glancing at Nikki.

"What?" I ask him.

"I just don't want to come across as an asshole for asking this because I'm assuming it's a lot deeper than just...okay, whatever, I'm asking it." He decides.

"Okay." I prepare for it and he sighs.

"Why did it take that level of public humiliation for you to realize you weren't in a good marriage?" He asks and it nearly makes the breath leave my body, Nikki and I looking at each other.

"Because it was public." I confess. "Everything else that had been done, had been done in private. There was no public input on it, there was nobody watching the situation unfold under a microscope, everything that happened up to that point was private. So, he could trip during a crack binge and shoot me and I could stay with him because I didn't have the public watching me, giving their opinions. But when his mistress announces it on TV, I can't just gloss over that because now everybody knows and has an inkling that 'uh oh, they're not this perfect relationship they've made people believe they are' and yes we came out and said it was a lie and tried to undo that damage that Denise caused, so physically I was still in the marriage, mentally I was drawing up divorce papers. And I'm not completely sure it was just the very public aspect of it, I think it was the fact it was her. And I realized, 'I can't compete with a woman who has absolutely everything about her that Nikki is addicted to: she knows how to have a good time, she's equally as wild as him, she's got the sex appeal, she's got all the drugs, she's on the same level as him in terms of entertainment industry' just everything that I wasn't...she was. And I was too exhausted at the point to try to compete with her so I gave up when that came out."

"I remember Izzy ranting, 'she's fucking comparing herself to Vanity and there's no reason to'." He impersonates Izzy and I chuckle.

"He drilled into my head for years to follow that I was fine the way I was, I didn't need to change anything about my looks, my personality, my hobbies, my sobriety, like it was like 'The Help' when she's constantly reassuring the little girl 'you is smart, you is kind, you is important'." I quote. "Anytime Izzy could see me struggling with myself or not feeling my best he'd be like 'seventeen outta ten, Viv. Seventeen.'"

Duff looks enlightened, and points to the space behind my right ear.

"That's why've got '17' right there." He realizes and I nod. "In his writing." He adds.

"In his writing." I confirm.

"That's--wow. I didn't know you struggled with that for so long because there was no competition." He assures me.

"Well, I already had shitty self-esteem and then that made it worse, and then even when you and I were together I still had this fear a little bit that you were only with me to help yourself get over Mandy."

"Abso-fucking-lutely not." He doesn't even think before saying and I feel myself tear up a little. "No way. No freaking way. I loved you, Viv, I really, really did. When you told me that you were filing as soon as the tour was over I started planning out our lives together, as crazy or cheesy that makes me seem, like, I was really going for it." He tells me.

"Duff." I feel guilty, my heart aching a little.

"I remembered, 'okay, she wants this many kids, she says she likes dogs but really wants a cat, too, she doesn't want to live in the middle of the city, she doesn't want an over-the-top house, she wants to go back to school at some point so I'll put away some savings for that', like, I was planning out everything and fitting Guns N' Roses in wherever there was time in that whole plan. I was ready to be with you and start a life with you. I really, really was." He adds and I see Susan's sympathy for him, only adding to my guilt.

"Well, just rip my heart out, why don't you?" I ask him to add some relief and Susan giggles, her bright smile coming back to her lips.

"Right?" She asks. "Geez, babe."

"I'm just saying." Duff tells us.

"Nikki didn't even plan his days out when he woke up back then, and then you were there with a calculator adding up how much money you probably needed to put away for my schooling."

"We wouldn't have had any money to go to school, anyway, Viv, 'cause it was all going to taxes and heroin." Nikki points out and I think for a moment.

"And house payments."

"And house payments." He agrees as I look back to Duff, who looks like he's thinking about something.

"Okay, sorry if this is a weird question, but what did you mean you felt like you had 'no right' to talk about our relationship?"

"Okay, well, we broke up, I was working on things with Nikki, you married Mandy four months after we broke up...I felt like 'okay, you've already gotten your husband back, he's gotten Mandy back, they're married, who the--' pardon my french ''--fuck are you to bring up your relationship and how it affected your friendship when you're both married to other people and doing your own things? Who are you to be worried with your time with him when you're with Nikki and he's got a wife, now?'."

"Ohh, yeah. Yeah." He knows what I'm talking about, nodding. "So, you kinda felt like it was disrespectful to dwell on it too long." He adds.

"Exactly. And I didn't want to disrespect Nikki, or Mandy, or Linda, and now Susan, by trying to work on us again, as friends, because we are exes, whether we want to admit it, we are. We dated. And I feel like it's easy to forget that sometimes because it was so long ago and that freaking sucks because I don't want…" My voice cracks and he looks at me pointedly as tears come to my eyes and I take a deep breath. "...I don't want to forget that time. And I'm not trying to be rude to my marriage or yours or make it seem like I still have those feelings for you, because I don't, but I don't want to forget there was a time in that hellacious cycle my life was in at that moment, that for a few months, I was genuinely happy in the midst of my life falling apart." I explain, sniffling. "And that wouldn't have been the case, if not for you. And I don't want to forget that."

"Vivian." He says as I grab at a tissue and I see Susan knuckle a tear in her tear duct.

"I don't know, it just felt like there was never a right time to address what happened fully because everything was happening so fast in our personal lives, for you and Guns, for Nikki and the band, I started having kids, and you got married a second time and your drinking was worse and worse, so it just never happened."

"Can I ask you something else?" He says and I nod. "When do you think we should have said, 'look, we were together, it happened, and it's okay'. Because we avoided it like the plague for years and still do at times, and that's practically due to--like I said earlier--listening to how people defined it. Like you were called a 'whore' and a 'slut' and just awful shit in public and in papers and tabloids for years after it happened and I feel like because of that, there was that element of 'we should be ashamed of ourselves and just pretend it never fucking happened' surrounding it, even though we had Monroe who's breathing proof of what happened at some point, but we just treated it as if we adopted him together as friends or something like--" I laugh, wiping a tear, and he laughs with me for a few seconds. "--it's the truth, though, we never talked about our relationship. We went on Howard Stern in '88 right after Monroe was born, and he grilled us about it, but we just shut the fuck down after that and didn't speak of anything again for a couple years until we got in that fight over you limiting my time with Monroe, and then again in '94, and that was it--and none of those times really accomplished anything. At all."

"We should have had that conversation before you got married to Mandy that May." I point out.

"That was so, so soon." He smiles nervously. "That was too soon, way too soon, to get married."

"You proposed to her the day after we broke up." I recall and he nods.

"I sure did. I sure as hell did. So stupid." He states. "I learned not to make important decisions when I'm in pain. 'Cause I married two different women when I was going through some painful stuff and only made it worse." He explains.

"And see that's the thing because you had me completely convinced you wanted Mandy. Like I felt so much better when we broke up, knowing you were with who you really wanted to be with, and I was with who I wanted to be with, and then I found out in an argument with you that you were miserable and married Mandy to try to make yourself excited about being back together with her."

"And that's exactly why I told you that because I needed you to be happy and if I would have told you how I really felt about you, you wouldn't have been happy because you would've felt guilty for staying with Nikki and fixing things with him. And I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I would have put you through that so I married Mandy so fast because I was hurt, and I thought I loved her as much as I loved you, and I held on to that and ran with it." He tells me. "Why wasn't I good enough for you to stay?"

I go to answer, before the weight of what he's asking really hits me, and several tears topple down my cheeks before I'm wiping them away.

"I can't begin to put into words how highly you surpassed 'good enough'." I inform him when I finally speak. "Um, my decision to stay with Nikki had absolutely nothing to do with you. That was all me, and issues I thought were resolved within myself that weren't resolved at all, I was just ignoring them." I say. "And something in me was telling me not to stay with you...and I fully believe that was God telling me to back the hell off because he had a plan for you and I had no business accompanying you in that plan as your significant other." I explain. "And I hate to say this, but I really feel like we would have gotten divorced."

His eyes widen and his brows raise, a knowing smile on his lips as his nods his head.

"And I hate to think that but we would have made it, maybe, up until '92 because I wasn't even your wife or your girlfriend but just being around you made me so miserable." I admit. "I-It was like--you would get up and start drinking until you passed out that night. I was watching the person who had his shit together the most in my life, fall apart, and that was scary for me because we had a son who was witnessing his dad spiral."

"Yeah." He rubs his lips together.

"And getting you to take accountability for what you were doing was like trying to bathe a cat." I add.

"And it took me months after getting sober to evaluate what went wrong in my life with the band, what went wrong in my relationships, what went wrong in my parenting with Monroe, what went wrong in my friendship/co-parentship with you, and own up to what I played a part in because none of it imploded on it's own, or just because of other people, like I played a part in all of it, too, and admitting that took a lot of time to swallow my pride and just accept that I became the very thing I got pissed at Nikki for being, years prior to that, and saying, 'okay, I made all those mistakes, I fucked up, how can I do better and learn from it to better myself, to better my friendships, to better my relationship with my son, and just do what I'm supposed to do?' And I even ended up going to Nikki, and apologizing for what happened between us," he motions between me and him, "because even before you and him were separated over the Vanity thing, knowing you went to me for shit, over him, made him feel less than, made him feel like he wasn't a good enough husband and I kinda felt the same way when he stepped up for Monroe when I was going through my drinking, and it made me feel like I wasn't adequate enough as a father because Monroe was leaning a bit more on him than he was on me, and for the shit I was going through in my life with my alcoholism and drugs, I was doing the best I could do as a dad. And it made me realize that Nikki was doing the best he could do as a husband back when he was in the thick of his heroin addiction, because he was sick and couldn't fucking help himself, just like I was sick and couldn't help myself, and neither of us wanted to hear we had a problem, neither of us wanted help. And I know people are gonna, 'well, Nikki cheated and was mean to her and this and that', I know what you looked like when Nikki was hurting you. I know the look you would get on your face...I know that I hurt you as much as Nikki did through my drinking because you would look at me the way you would look at him when you weren't recognizing the person in front of you due to how royally they had fucked themselves up."

"Yes." I nod, not even arguing.

"And that fucking hurt to realize that I was hurting you as bad as he had, and I remembered getting so pissed at him for doing that back in '86/'87 as he got worse, but then I did it, too, and that experience really opened my eyes when I got sober because I wouldn't have been humbled in that way had I not had a drinking addiction and reached that low, and I do think that's one of the reasons that was allowed to happen to me." He finishes and I take a deep breath before asking:

"If Monroe wouldn't have been conceived, if we wouldn't have had a child to come out of our relationship, knowing what we know now, how we ended up not staying together, the public slander and stuff we had to go through...would you still have had a relationship with me, if you could go back and change it?"

"Without a doubt, yes." He says, matter-of-fact. "It would have been a waste of a blessing to not have taken the opportunity to love someone as recklessly--maybe even stupidly, at times--unconditionally, with the magnitude I loved you with, at such a young age. Like, usually you can expect to find something like what we had when people get a little older, and get through all their bullshit relationships before finding the person that loves them for them fully, but I had the chance of experiencing that when I was, like, in my early twenties...and I didn't experience that again, and so much more, until I met Susan." He says and I nod. "And I don't want you to think that because we haven't spoken about it, maybe as much as we should have, that I'm ashamed of you or us or embarrassed, because I'm not proud that we did what we did in that timing--because it was really shitty timing and we both can agree on that, I think," he raises his brows and I agree, "but I will never be ashamed, or apologetic, or embarrassed that I ever had that with you. I felt like one of the most fortunate people to even know you, and then to have that relationship we had--even for the few months it lasted--was just...it was such a short time compared to how long you've been with Nikki and how long I've been with Su, but we spent it loving each other the best that we could. And we really did love each other, and we do still love each other--even if it's not in that same way, the spirit of it, I guess, is still there. There's still that 23 year old kid in me that'll kick somebody's ass over you, and wants to see you happy, and is in absolute love with you. And don't get me wrong, there's a 56 year old me that wants to see you happy and that'll still kick somebody's ass over you." He clarifies, making me laugh. "I'm just pointing out that even when those feelings went away, I don't think that bond ever did."

"Yeah." I nod, sniffling as I press a tissue to under my eye to catch more tears. "Do you, um...do you remember our break up?"

He exhales and gives me a little smile, nodding, before tears come to his eyes.

"I--yeah, I...I remember it…" He informs me.

"We had just gotten done messing around, and if we did anything before we went to bed we would just stay in bed and go to sleep, but if we did anything in the afternoon or whatever we'd get up shortly after and clean up and go about the day. And we got done, it was, like, 2:00pm, and it was this odd feeling in the midst of it that 'this is gonna be the last time we ever do this with one another', and neither of us said a word, we just laid there with each other for four hours when we were done, taking in every second that we could. Well I finally got up to go back home and check on Nikki because he had OD'd the night before." I explain.

"And you went to the door to leave and I stopped you, and was like, 'I know you're going to make things right with Nikki, and I'm going to fix things with Mandy, and I want you to know that I love you, and I'm proud of you, and I always will and always will be'. Of course you can understand me a little better now because I was crying when I choked those out, but, um," he laughs and I smile back more tears. "And you said, 'thank you, I love you, Duff' and gave me a kiss and a hug and then you were gone."

"And we rarely spoke about it, again."

"And we rarely spoke about it, again." He confirms and I let out a breath, feeling more tears swell in my eyes. "What a fucking way to end a relationship." He adds.

"This is where I'm really gonna start crying, um…" I start, chuckling nervously. "...I wasn't thanking you for being understanding, I was thanking you for everything that you'd done for me, and it took me a while to understand that that was one of the things I felt like was unresolved because that 'thank you' had a lot of weight behind it." I tell him.

"Okay." He tells me, listening intently.

"This is so freaking stupid and unhealthy but I wrote suicide notes for when Nikki finally OD'd and died, because I knew if he were to go, I'd have to go with him, I couldn't live without him." I tell him and he looks a shocked. "You taught me that I could live without him when I didn't think that I could, and you brought me so much peace and rest in a time when I couldn't remember the last time I was at peace, and I sure as hell couldn't get any rest. And I felt, and still feel, so indebted to you for those months that you spent trying your hardest to fix what you didn't break--you risked your career over me, you protected me, you defended me, you supported me, you loved me--and that's what I was thanking you for that day, and I feel like I've got a weight off my shoulders now because I have never told you that and I've always wanted to but didn't think it was a good time."

"Holy shit, Viv." He wipes a stray tear, and I see Susan doing the same, Nikki just smiling at me like he's glad I've gotten that weight off of me, because he knows I've been wanting to say it for years.

"And I'm sorry it was such a shitty breakup that kind of came out of nowhere."

"The way you were screaming and crying and begging God whenever we were trying to get Nikki to wake up, I knew if he lived you were gonna fix things. I was prepared for it, I promise." He assures me. "And I'm really glad we got to do this and get this out there with each other and I really hope you were able to get some closure with this, because I really did."

"I did, too." I nod, wiping more tears.

"I love you." He tells me as we get out of our chairs, giving me a quick, innocent, peck on the lips, before hugging me tightly.

"I love you, too."

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bugheadspoby · 6 years ago

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We're both crazy. (pt. 2 of Obsessed with my Stalker)

*Frequent changes of POVS*

29th August

Forsythe Pendelton Jones Jr. got arrested for Jason Blossom’s murder and the whole town sighed in relief except for the girl next door. She haven’t slept a wink since the news broke out. Who can possibly plant the murder weapon in his locker? and where did they find it? She buried them in the ground, this was one of the few things she learned from her favorite mystery series but the questions kept on spiraling in her mind. Was it her stalker? She haven’t received a note since that discovery. What could possibly be cooking up for her?

Jughead saw her tension visibly. He knew she haven’t slept in days and he didn’t either because he was busy observing her through the red head’s window and he had all the answers she craved but he wanted to feel the tension she felt inside her because he was crazy for when she contracts her little self and her body tenses up, lost in thoughts, trying to make things right by committing more sins. They both were equally crazy and psychopathic, both about each other and the little world of sins they created in disguise. The summer camp in school she joined for extra credit was finally over, which meant no more locker notes for a few weeks but her window was still open for them and she anxiously waited for them to come. She craved answers and only from him. On the other hand he loved watching her loose her mind over the arrest of his father. He was a creep and she was equally sinful, this is what made them a perfect power couple in Jughead’s mind. — 6AM in the morning she woke up by the sound of alarm clock and with her I woke up too because the sound was loud enough to wake someone who is a normal human being and not Archie. She stretched and yawned and then got up from her bed making her way to the semi closed blinds of her window and there it was! an answer I bestowed her. She picked it up and read it and suddenly she smiled creepily and her body breathed. Her shoulders relaxed and a soothing expression covered her face. It was just like the expression of my dreams when I finally let her come and it is oh so good. Oh how I love it when she looks like this but I love it even more when she is angry and tensed, that’s just hot on a different level.

“I got you covered babygirl, now you owe me”

She threw the paper away and laid down again on the bed facing the roof and I could perfectly see her curves, with her chest heaving up and down. My inner pervert was screaming at the sight of her never ending legs and the tight shorts that barely covered her ass was making me hard again. The cow named Archie shifted in his bed just when I was about to reach for my little one. He knows perfectly how to ruin a moment and he never have to put any effort, he just exists and boom! it’s ruined. He woke up and saw me at the window and without any suspicion, which requires a brain, he just greeted and walked into the bathroom. I turned around and she was gone too. I guess my little one has to wait more. I sighed and picked up my bag and rushed to the school where all the B&G staff was having a meeting, well it was just me and Kevin until I got to the office and to my surprise I found someone special waiting, in a perfect pink tank top and tight jeans that blew me away the moment I saw them on her long legs.

“Betty Cooper? What are you doing in the Blue and Gold staff meeting?” I asked, trying not to stare at her legs. “Jughead! Actually Kev called me here but he had to cancel. Today is my first day at the Blue and Gold” she said with a smile. “You’re-what?” I asked surprisingly. The one thing I was good at was writing and now she came here too to destroy me with her sexy little freaky self. How am I supposed to do stuff when she is literally sex on legs and constantly forcing me to push her down on Kevin’s nice little coffee table and give her a feeling she will never forget. “Yeah..I know you don’t like working with other students but I really need this for some extra credit and also to take my mind off of some things too” —

“Betty Cooper? What are you doing in the Blue and Gold staff meeting?” I heard his voice and a current ran in my body. An electric shock that turned me on instantly. God! why does he have that effect on me? Why him? Why a loner, dangerous Serpent King who probably cuts people down in his free time turns me on so bad and I feel things that I never even knew existed within me. This is unfair on so many levels but BETTY! you gotta stay focused, come to the point real quick. “Jughead! Actually Kev called me here but he had to cancel. Today is my first day at the Blue and Gold” I said awkwardly and he just looked at me with his signature smirk smile and the next thing I know was that I was wet downstairs. Can’t he feel the tension in the air? Can’t he just take me right there on Kev’s table? This is so bullshit. “You’re-what?” he asked surprisingly. “Yeah..I know you don’t like working with other students but I really need this for some extra credit and also to take my mind off of some things too” I blurted and regreted instantly. TOO MUCH INFORMATION FOR SOMEONE WHO IS PROBABLY YOUR STALKER BETTY! my mind yelled at me and he just kept on looking at me with creepy eyes. “What’s wrong Betty?” he asked in a dead serious tone and his voice turned cold. “Nothing just..typical family drama” I said fidgeting with my fingers. “I-Its fine Betts! You’re welcome to join!” he said after an interval and I smiled at him. “oh and theres this article that I’m working on and I was hoping Kevin will edit it but since hes M.I.A and you are newly recruited..you have to do it for me!” he commanded handing me a file and I was dying to say YES SIR but that would be awkward. “Yeah I will edit it till tomorrow” “Oh actually no! I want it in the next paper so tonight is the deadline” his expressions changed from soft to I don’t know what but he definitely had some mischief in his mind being all bossy. “Oh-um okay I will just drop it by then. Where will you be at night?” OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW BETTY! DUH. “Whyte Wyrm!” he spurted and my veins sparked. “Wh-wyrm? You know I can’t be there Jug!” “Why the hell not?” he asked. “Last time I was there at your crowning some freak threatened me because I’m a damn northsider” I said going down the awful memory lane. “Tall Boy? he won’t be a problem this time and.. since my dad..” he said and then stopped in between looking at the ground and I felt utter guiltiness in my veins. I was the damn reason his father was behind bars for something I did and my crazy stalker covered it up for me by sending the father of the boy I’m nuts for, to jail! How fortunate I am! “He’s not..around much since then” he completed. “Oh..I’m sorry Jug!” Okay Betty! time to get on point. Remember why you’re here in the first place. I took his hand and he looked up to me. “How are you holding up?” Perfect! I give perfect fake gestures of sympathy despite of the fact that I was having multiple wars inside my head, drowning in guilt and angry about my stalker but still.. looking at him, the feeling was getting stronger and I was two steps closer to my next mistake. He always makes me do things that my fake perfect self would never even think about. I was dangerous and it was all because of him and God knows what kind of drastic effect he has on me. “I’m okay..I guess” he said “he was never a good father or a good husband and he actually found his place.. Where a criminal like him belongs.. He’ll be at peace now for the rest of his life” once again my mind shouted at me. How about you use him to get to that skank? Would that be selfish? Who cares? I’m doing it. It’s time to play his dirty game my way. You’re doing good Betty just keep going. — “Last time I was there at your crowning some freak threatened me because I’m a damn northsider” she blurted. I remember that day clearly. She was standing far off with the Lodge bitch and I gifted Fangs a punch for flirting with Betty. Sweet Pea’s father the oldest living serpent scumbag gave me the crown and she stood there smiling as I wore it. She looked like a walking sex in the blue satin shirt and tight pink skirt with her hair down. I was so happy looking at her when my father brought a pink haired bitch in front of me and pronounced her my Queen without even asking what or who I want. The next day she was found dead in her trailer.

“Tall Boy? he won’t be a problem this time and.. since my dad..” I stopped in between to observe her reaction. I could see her guilt through her eyes and I was loving it. If only she knew what effect she has on me. She makes me go all crazy but what I hate the most is that I’ve had enough of suffering the madness all alone. I want her in it too. I want her to feel the same things I’ve felt. “He’s not..around much since then” I completed.

He’s not around because of me and nobody knows what went down in the wyrm the night Tall Boy came out to me about my plans and her crimes.

*flashback*

“I know what you’re doing boy” he shouted at me while a cigarette hung in between my lips. “You can’t pin all this on your father! You bastard!” “Easy Tall Boy. You don’t wanna mess with the king!” I smirked. “He is the one who made you King and you’re doing this bullshit to him?! To your father?” he shouted again. “Yeah I know..He is the one who dragged me in the serpents, he is the reason my mom left me and he is the damn reason JB died so yeah he deserves it!” I shouted back. “And you can’t possibly do anything to change my mind because THAT TIP has already been sent to the sheriff” I said and turned around until he spoke again. “I know who killed that Blossom boy and I know you’re doing this for that Cooper bitch” he spurted as my eyes turned red in anger. “I know she is the one who poisoned my niece and then her bitch mother published it as an Overdose of Jingle Jangle in her newspaper” I punched him before he could say more. Blood splattered from his face as he tried to maintain his balance. “Don’t you fucking dare disrespect your queen Tall Boy” I said and walked away trying to control my anger and planning to get rid of him. And the next day he was missing.

“I’ll see you tonight Betty!” I said patting her back and leaving the room before I do something stupid because boy Archie is having a deep influence on me nowadays. Half of my days pass by thinking about Betty and her legs and the other half goes thinking that how can a man be possibly as brainless as Archie is. I guess I’ll never know.

After leaving school I went straight to Tall Boy just to make sure he’s still alive for a fresh punch because that bastard doesn't even deserve to die this soon after disrespecting Betty. I turned on the lights of the abandoned trailer and saw him awake, still struggling to let himself out of the chains I tied him with. “Are you ready for your final punishment Tall Boy? Do you have any last wish?” I smirked. “You’re not gonna get away with this!” he said. “Oh come on Tall Boy! last time I was here you were pleading for your life. Why this change all of a sudden?” “You will pay! Just wait and watch! she’ll slit your throat the way she did to the Blossom boy and then send your chopped up body to the serpents” “You have no idea what I’ll do to her once I’ll get her Tall Boy! She’s gonna be my perfect queen” I whispered. “But too bad you’re not gonna be there to see it when we’ll have the ceremony after the night I mark her” I laughed and took out my pocket knife. “Say goodbye to the world you worthless snake” “Before you kill me! Remember that JellyBean died because of you! not because of FP” he blurted as my eyes turned red once again and I slit his throat twice just to make sure that bearded bitch dies painfully and left not knowing why my eyes were raining all of a sudden. All the way back to Archie’s home I couldn't stop thinking about what he said but to distract myself I tried thinking about the night I’ll get my hands on her. Oh Betty! You have no idea..I will woo you in a dark place but unlike him you’ll be lying in my bed instead of a grave and screaming my name instead of screaming for mercy. — I was pretty nervous while getting ready for the Wyrm with the intention of getting laid tonight and I’m not complaining when it comes to the boy of my sinister dreams..I’ll let him do anything he wants to do to me even if its on a snooker table in the Wyrm.. What a fantasy Betty! I want everything to be perfect. I want to look irresistible and I want to bring his inner perv out and then I’ll make him go even more crazier.

I did the right thing! Toni was never the right one for Jughead and he surely doesn't know what I did to her little faux pink bitch.

I was, I am and I will be the perfect one for him no matter what happens. He needs a woman like me who is deadly, sinful and head over heels in love with him, drowning in his lust and craving him since the day she found out that he likes to see her naked. He is such a beautiful emerald eyed, raven haired walking sin that with every look he makes me want to rip off that snake skin from his body and cherish him by tasting every inch of him.

Oh Juggy! I’ve committed so many sins for you and now I’m gonna take what’s rightfully mine. YOU. TONIGHT!

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