#the only thing i don't like about these flats is that they don't have a garden

[vexwerewolf]

How would you add depth and complexity to the culture of the Purview?

Right now, the KTB gets way more attention both because of the two supplements dedicated to it and because the competing noble houses each with its different gimmick and political alignment make it so easy to come up with drama and intrigue.

Meanwhile the Purview seems, both in and out of fiction, flat and uniform. I'm sure its leadership would want to see it and have it seen that way, but given how much it keeps expanding, and therefore adding new cultures to itself, it would have to have a lot of diversity under the hood, even if it would like to pretend otherwise.

I definitely think the Purview has a harder time of it than the KTB, but that's largely because we have a Field Guide to the KTB, whereas the Field Guide to Harrison Armory never got published because of Miguel's non-compete.

There's also the problem that the KTB has this... glamour to it, in both the modern and traditional senses of the word. I've noticed this in a lot of sci-fi properties - that applying the veneer of nobility and monarchy to something can make people forget or forgive its transgressions more easily.

When Harrison Armory, the nationalist corprostate, does imperialist expansion, we can point at it and immediately say "that's a fascism" (even when it's actually... not? Imperialist expansion is always bad but it's not always necessarily fascistic). But somehow, when the KTB do the same or sometimes worse things, like using nanite terror weapons on Free Sanjak, I've noticed people are quicker to make excuses? Like, oh, yeah that's obviously bad but their society works different the KTB are a big place and like of course they're shitty traditionalists and that's really only the Hagiographs and at least the Karrakin have Republican elements who want change and reform and yeah it's bad but aren't Knightly Chivalrous Mechs Just So Gosh Darned Cool?!

I think the nuance of the KTB is also helped by the fact that they're explicitly depicted as non-monolithic. There are ten named Major Houses with their own distinct cultures, politics and homeworlds, and great pains are taken to ensure us that there's multifarious cultures and religions even on an individual world. HA suffers because to some extent it would be more monolithic - it's a nationalist corprostate with only 400 years of history, compared to the KTB's hybrid elective-monarchy neofeudal federation with 10,000.

HA is distinctly American in the way that the nation has become a brand, and a good citizen has to remain on-brand, so things would be more homogenized. To add to that, omninet and blinkgate technology has existed for the whole of HA's lifespan. The unique and distinct cultures of the KTB worlds came about largely because they spent millennia separated from one another by light years. HA has never had this issue, and likely never will. They have the option - and, more importantly, are motivated - to keep a homogenous culture across all of the Purview.

Lancer is fundamentally a game about examining and fighting against unjust structures of power that oppress people but also being larger-than-life heroes that have fun doing it, and the KTB has an innate leg up by virtue of the fact that it has what I'd call a really strong "initial sell:" YOU'RE A SPACE KNIGHT! SPACE KNIGHTS ARE COOL! (PLEASE DON'T EXAMINE SPACEE FEUDALISM!)

To make Harrison Armory compelling, you'd need a similarly strong initial sell for them. And I think I know just the thing.

FOR HUMANITY! FOR LIBERTY! FOR HARRISON! (Please don't examine space nationalism!)

If I were to write the Harrison Armory Field Guide (Tom and Miguel HMU - just kidding. Unless...?), I'd make it BIG and LOUD and OVER THE TOP and OBVIOUS PROPAGANDA with insertions of the actual truth from a HORUS hacker on the side. I'd put Harrison Armory's positioning as "liberators of the galaxy" front and center - "we dive feet-first into hell to save people from tyrants and slavers. We do the work even the UDoJ/HR won't do. Please do not examine our imperialism or social credit system."

[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

"Hedgehog, porcupine, it's the same thing (pt.5)"

or "Something made a hole in my backyard pt.5"

Shadow the Hedghog x reader (platonic)

Notes: I finally have connection again!!! This part feels a little of to me but anyway, leave a comment if you want to be in the taglist or leave a comment if you liked it! ENJOY!

Part 4.

It happened so fast that you could barely process it, the creature looked at the room, then at you, then at the window and in a red flash it disappeared.

For only a fraction of a second, because as soon as it disappeared it appeared right back, but now besides your bedroom's window.

It fell to the floor with a thud and you swore you heard it say something.

But that would be ridiculous, animals don't talk.

"What the fu-?" You didn't even finished your question when the thing turned around to look at you.

The room was silent. Everything felt like it was made of very thin glass, and any sudden move coul shatter it all.

You crouched.

You didn´t know if you wanted to make yourself less intimidating or if you just wanted to be able to protect your hole body in case it tried to move again.

And so, you both just looked at each other. It was really the first time you had stopped to look at the creature so closely.

It´s eyes were red, but not just any red, they were crimson like blood on the outer part of the iris with a warmer fire-like red on the center. It had fur which looked super soft covering all of it´s body, but there was something like spikes coming out of it´s head.

Yeahhh, you knew what animal it reminded you of...

"Hey there" you said softly as not to scare it.

"Who are you and where am I?" the creature demanded more than asked.

"Holy shit, you can TALK!!??"

"Where am I? Did G.U.N sent you?" It had now started to get on it´s feet and speak louder, though it still seemed as in pain.

Everything about what was happening felt kind of surreal to you, one thing a little more than anything else.

"Why do you sound like Keanu Reeves?"

"Is that another agent? I will kill you in seconds if you don´t answer my questions" It furrowed something that you assumed were his eyebrows.

But between everything that was happening you suddenly lost balance in your crouching position, and fell on your back. When you managed to sit on the floor you found yourself with the sight of the alienish creature which had also fallen flat on it´s bottom, presumably trying to protect itself from you.

So then you were both sitting in the ground.

"I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot" you started to say, as calmly as you could. "I´m not here to hurt you, you were the one who crashed on my backyard".

It kept on looking at you as if you were going to attack it at any moment, so you decided to give him something more, you told him your name.

"Shadow" It... He answered back, though it felt more as an attempt to get you to shut up than anything. More time passed in silence.

And so you got up, and left.

Shadow just sat there, slightly confused, but soon enough he weakly got on his feet and turned towards the window. He tried to give a step, but all of his muscles ached at it. He felt helpless. He hated feeling helpless, it reminded him of the cryo tube he was kept in for fifty years.

His efforts did not last too long either, as he felt two warm hands pick him up from under his armpits and sit him back down on the bed. Even though he slightly hissed at the pain and tried to fight back his efforts were usless and he found himself comfortably sat against the cushions.

You smiled at him and apologized for any discomfort that you may had caused, then you offered him a pastry (your aunt Maddie had brought them for tea).

He picked one up, and after a troughout examination, which to you kind of looked as a cat smelling something to see if it was food or not, he actually took a bite.

It was actually nice, and it had a slight bitter taste to it.

"So... are you some kind of porcupine?"

"I´m a hedghog and the ultimate life form" He answered back with still looking angry, but his voice had slightly less bite to it. You smiled kindly back as you held back a laugh.

"Hedghog, porcupine, it´s the same thing."

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[bambisnc]

          . . SYNC-LOVE

° ˖ ➴ i don't wanna play this stupid love game.

### . STARRING ⌢ OT4 ⋆ crack. fluff. + 0.8k // dating as a bet trope + slight implied angst + intentional lowercase ˖ ✧

🗨️ .. ⌞ XOXO ⌝ kep1ers discography is so fire dude + [m.list]

౨ৎ ˖ 유지민 — ❪ YU JIMIN ❫  

to be fair, karina is too level headed to be inherently okay playing with someone’s feelings and potentially hurting them really bad just “for funsies.” so she’d really need some good manipulation to convince her. but once she commits, you just know she’d go all out. would do it in such a flawless way too; her strategy would first and foremost involve befriending you to gain your trust. only after she knows there’s no way you’d refuse her, would she start dropping hints of her being romantically “interested” in you. there’s no room for error in her plan, after all. but then, she ends up getting too invested in you and your eyes, your smile, your flustered little giggles whenever she acts a little too bold. there’s an actual moment where she can physically feel her entire being go, “oh, fuck.” and suddenly, she’s in too deep. nothing she could do now would be able to justify her actions. while rina’s stewing, wondering if there’s anything, anything at all that she can do to protect you, one of her scumbag friends who urged her towards the bet probably beats her to it, letting info about it slip mid conversation. cue angst of the highest quality.

౨ৎ ˖ うちながえり — ❪ UCHINAGA AERI ❫  

when faced with the idea of the bet, giselle’s actions would solely depend on what’s at stake. only if the money or other perks offered are something she really can’t pass up on will she even consider agreeing. if not, of course, it’s a flat out refusal. but (for the sake of plot) assuming she does agree to it, she’s being straight up with you from the get go. approaches you one day, and tells you all about the bet as diplomatically as she can. my girl really don’t gaf, she’ll ask you to split profits for fake dating her for a couple months. even if by the end of it you don't end up dating, you'll at least have a new partner in crime so it's really a win win! ⋆ if you do end up catching feelings, she'll make so many references to your origin story, everyone around you would be sick of it. would call you the bonnie to her clyde ><

౨ৎ ˖ 김민정 — ❪ KIM MINJEONG ❫  

i’m thinking idiots to lovers, 10k, slow burn. 99% chance that her friends only said it because she's been crushing on you for a while now but refused to admit it. and for the bet, winter really tries hard. like, she really does. but her method of doing it is just … so odd that you’re just left confused about what’s going on. asks you out on a complete whim (like maybe 1 minute after agreeing to the bet), but she’s quite clumsy – embarrassed, even, about it. she's totally unsure of how exactly to go about it – it’s rather endearing, really. so you end up saying yes. mostly only because she’s cute. and then she drags you on a couple awkward dates with her after which she decides to come clean because she feels too bad (also her heart can't really take how you're so ... perfect with her). but lmfao by that time you've probably grown super fond of her so you just kiss her cheek and ask her if you can take her out on an actual, proper date. to make up for the whole bet thing, of course. no other reason! <3 

౨ৎ ˖ 宁艺卓 — ❪ NING YIZHUO ❫  

similar to winter, she tries her hardest (for the plot ><) and honestly it might have had the potential to work as well as karina’s save for the fact that her reputation ended up being her downfall. she’s known for being goofy, funny and silly so you don’t really take it seriously when she pulls up with a whole ass bouquet, chocolates, love letters – any big romantic gesture, you name it, ready to serenade you. hence, the entire process of you actually agreeing to date her ends up being just so, so drawn out. by the end of it you do somewhat catch feelings for real but ningning would be so shocked that at first she'd withdraw from you completely. ghost you for a little before you corner her against a wall or something and demand an explanation. at which point she'd realize that ... you're actually so cute like this? and ... why is her heart beating so fast right now? the judge's ruling is an obligatory happy ending with her impulsively kissing you to stop your rants about how she's such a hypocrite to chase after you and then run away the second you reciprocated. handsomely bribes her friends to never bring up the bet because she's nawt losing you. <3 (you probably alr know though. she ain't discreet.)

𐙚 . regulars : none yet! ⋆

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[blouisparadise]

There were some amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of January. We really hope you enjoy this list and show these fics love. Happy reading!

1) Lucky Number Nine | Not Rated | 2,706 words

“Elle, I only ever wanted to be two things when I got older, Hot as shit and a criminal.” “Why a criminal?” She asks. “Well, I-” Louis is cut off by a ping on his phone. He looks down at it and reads it. “Shit, Shit, Shit! Elle, hand me my bag please and spritz me. The car is here!” She does just that, giving him four spritz of their shared floral VS perfume. Louis leaves and walks downstairs to find a very nice and very expensive car. He smiles wide and gets in eagerly. The driver greets him and hands him a small bottle of Fireball. What?

2) I Miss You, I'm Sorry | Explicit | 2,871 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Zayn Malik.  

Louis spends some time with zayn in his hotel room after his LA show. they smoke. they fuck.

3) What A Life We'd Have (I've Got So Much To Give) | Explicit | 3,610 words

They made a silly bet—really, it was ridiculous. Harry had bet Louis he couldn’t learn how to drive Delilah, his 18-wheeler because of the gear shift, so Louis bet him he couldn't learn how to give a good massage. The loser has to do the dishes and laundry for two weeks and well—here they are.

4) The Uni Party | Mature | 10,601 words

“What’s the point of going to a party sober?” he’d said earlier, tugging Harry by the hand into the kitchen of their flat. Harry had rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue, watching as Louis lined up the tequila shots like he was about to take part in an Olympic event.

5) Time It Right, Ensure the Passage of Youth Bids Farewell | Mature | 12,202 words

Harry and Louis join a frat, and they are like, totally not into each other like that!

6) His Comet | Not Rated | 14,390 words

Everyone, and everything has an origin story; something that defined the way they are now, how they act, and the things they do. There's also an ending to every story, but what about the inbetween? The things in the middle that we don't know about?

7) Pathos | Mature | 26,566 words

In 1760s London, amidst the grandeur of gilded estates and the shadowy intrigues of high society, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are heirs to two of the city's most esteemed families. To the outside world, Harry and Louis present a complicated relationship-a bond that borders on disdain, peppered with moments of what could pass as brotherly camaraderie. Yet, behind closed doors, their connection defies the strict conventions of their world. Beneath the facade of disdain lies an undeniable bond, forbidden and fraught with danger.

8) Leave The Light On (I’m Coming Home) | Explicit | 42,793 words

In Louis’ twenty-two years of life, she had never questioned her sexuality. Up until now she had only ever been with boys and never had second thoughts about it. Although, nothing had ever given her a reason to. That is, until she met Harry.

9) Fragments of Forgotten Lives | Explicit | 160,960 words

Louis has been missing for over a year, but the first thing he remembers is waking up just a few weeks ago. Everything before that is a blur - no memory of where he’s been or who he was. Now, trying to rebuild his life in Manchester, he finds solace in therapy and a deepening connection with a fellow survivor. When Harry, a stranger to Louis but someone from his forgotten past, recognises him on the street, everything shifts. Despite the amnesia, something about Harry feels familiar, like a lifeline. As fragments of his lost memories begin to resurface in vivid, unsettling nightmares, Louis clings to the comfort Harry brings. Together, they embark on a journey to uncover the truth of his missing year, unlocking hidden secrets, unspoken bonds, and a past that refuses to stay buried.

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[balkanradfem]

I wrote this post in a word document, and I named this document 'not got stabbed yet', so that's the theme today.

I mentioned someone was slashing my bike tyres in the park, and it happened two times in 4 days. I thought, you know, crazy park person was after me, and I need to stop going to the park with a bike, if I want to avoid this.

However, something else happened next. Something that truly chilled me. My bike tyre was slashed the day after, and I hadn't been to the park that day. Not even close. I've been to work, and then visited a store, for 5 minutes. Someone found my bike and slashed it either at my workplace, or at the store. Someone had to follow me to find it there. Someone knew where I worked and shopped.

The tyre had a very small hole, so it deflated very slowly, and I only realized it was flat after I got home. I didn't know whether it was slashed while I was at work, or at the store. I took the tube out to check it out, found no thorn or any natural signs of damage, and called the police again. I wanted to know if there was more reports of this happening.

This time I was in luck and got to talk to a police woman! So I was happy, and I was able to share more details, such as where, when, how many times it happened, she was willing to hear me out. However, she did not take it seriously. She told me somebody probably got offended that I parked my bike at the park, because it is 'the park', so they wanted me to stop leaving it there, and since the third time hole was so tiny, it was possible I just ran into a thorn. I allowed that it could not be ruled out, but it was incredibly unlikely since I was only riding it directly on the street, not any grass or branches, and I did not find a thorn inside of the tyre. Usually when I do run on a thorn, it will get stuck in the outer tyre.

I explained I was worried about being followed, and legitimately scared of going to work next day, but she said I can't shut myself in, I shouldn't be scared, I shouldn't let someone know they've managed to unnerve me with this! And I'm facepalming, thinking, what kind of girl power is this? Is a stalker gonna quit if the victim is not unnerved enough? Wouldn't that inspire them to escalate behaviour? I sighed and thanked her for listening to me.

There were no other reports, she couldn't even tell me if it happened before at all to anyone. I looked up online if there were records of it happening to anyone, anywhere, but only articles I could find were about mass slashing on one location, like one person slashing 30 bikes at once. It was never about just one person having it happen repeatedly.

I was thinking about what was the point of this, and decided if it's not a crazy revenge for something (and I don't know what, I don't have beef with anyone in the entire city), it has to  be to stop me from using my bike. So I would have to walk. And be much slower. Much more easy to follow. And apparently I was already followed, if they managed to find my bike at my workplace. I was scared to go to work again.

To make things more interesting, I was at that point reading 'Career of Evil', which is jkr's book about a serial killer who stalks and murders women, and some of the book was written from the killer's perspective. This part helped me, because it revealed how it could actually be a bit difficult to attack a woman if she's only walking trough public places with people around, refusing to be out at night, refusing to go into dark alleyways or overcrowded bars and dance clubs. He couldn't do it out in daylight where there were witnesses. I had to stop and think whether this book logic could translate to real life, and if this holds out in reality. Can I protect myself just by being in open public spaces, in front of witnesses? Can I be sure I won't get stabbed if I stick to these rules? And I figured, yeah, that actually tracks, nobody will stab me in front of witnesses. And if I'm on my bike, it's harder to catch me. As long as I can quickly repair my bike every time and use it to get around, I should be safer than walking.

But I still felt unnerved about being followed, so I decided to go to work in a disguise. It was a different location and I didn't want to be followed there. I put together a jacket that was a different color than my usual one, put on a wig, different shoes, pants; it was obviously mismatched upon a close look, but if you saw me zooming by on a bike, you couldn't tell it was me.

Next morning, I nervously entered the workplace all costumed up, and people thought I was pulling a funny prank on them and were delighted. They insisted I stay in my new getup to show me to more people to get a laugh. They acted like it was the most fun thing I ever did. I played along, thinking how this is a convenient reaction, because I didn't want to take the disguise off immediately, for the chance that I'm still followed.

Later they asked me why am I in a mascarade, and I explained what happened. They then confirmed I'm definitely being followed, and started listing all cases where a woman got stabbed jogging or walking outside, which was just great to hear.

My bike remained whole that day, and I got home in my disguise safely as well. Now the question remained – do I stay home scared to go out all day? Do I just go around in a disguise everywhere? I needed to know why this was happening to me. And I felt sick of being scared and agoraphobic. So I made up a plan.

*

Later that same day, I went out with my bike in my usual outfit, bright and noticeable jacket, and my laptop in my hands. I went to the park. I carefully tied my bike behind where I was sitting, and opened up my laptop, which had a bit of tape covering the light from the camera. I was filming the bike with my webcam while I was on the laptop. It was almost obvious what I was doing, from the way I was sitting and leaning, but I was there to find out whether the tubestabby was a freaking idiot or not. Either he would fall for the trap, stab my tyre, get caught on camera, and I would know who did it. Or, he would do nothing while it's being filmed, and I could sit in the park, and do whatever I wanted to, safely.

My bike was fine half an hour later when I headed home, and I then had to review the footage, to see if anything happened. Bike was on camera the entire time, nobody came close to it, but also I was on camera, and while I was reviewing it, I had the crazy experience on seeing how my own face looks while I'm online, reading messages, scrolling trough tumblr. At first all I could see were my eyes moving left to right rapidly, I was speed reading, looking all scared and nervous because I did expose myself to a possible stalker and I was not having a good time. But as time went on, I saw myself breaking into smiles, because I had read something funny, and by the end of it I was just grinning and laughing, the internet humor broke trough my nerves and made me forget the fear. Tumblr is okay.

I was satisfied. I had been to the park, I wasn't stabbed, my bike was not damaged, and if I kept this up, I could be in the park and be safe by the means of obviously recording the bike. I can't do it at night time, as my webcam will not pick up a picture in the dark.

I'm not that spooked out anymore, I was freaked out when my bike was slashed the third time, and not even in the park. It is still scary that it's happening to me only, and I'm not targeted randomly among other people. And that it happened on a different location that nobody should have known I'd be on. If I catch the culprit it will take effort not to try and fight him immediately, because I am truly weak due to my impinged nerve and that guy has a sharp object. But he is a coward, destroying my stuff behind my back, never facing me and telling me what his problem is. I refuse to be scared of a coward with a sharp object.

[tanjamikaelson]

BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER - CHAPTER 35

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 35: | TRAPPED |

During the quiet of the night, you and Kiara shared the bed while Rafe slept on the floor. The room was filled with a tense stillness, though that peace was quickly broken when both you and Rafe were jolted awake by Kiara, knocking persistently on the window, her voice a whispered urgency.

"Hey! Hey, I need to talk to Mr. Singh," Kiara said, trying to get the guards' attention. "Go get Mr. Singh."

Rafe, groggy and irritated, grumbled as he pulled himself up from the floor. "What are you doing?" he asked, his confusion evident.

"Hey, you! I need to talk to Mr. Singh!" Kiara repeated, louder this time, ignoring Rafe's presence entirely.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up," Rafe muttered under his breath before standing directly in front of her. "Hey, what are you doing?"

You sat up, the soft rustle of the bedsheets catching Kiara's attention briefly, but her determination remained unshaken.

“Like I owe you an explanation," she scoffed, brushing past him toward the door.

"Kie, think for a second!" Rafe snapped, growing increasingly frustrated with her stubbornness. "What are you doing?"

"Hello?" Kiara banged on the door with the side of her fist, calling out louder now.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Rafe growled, his voice growing harsher as he tried to block her path once more.

"Don't talk to me!" Kiara shot back, her voice full of defiance.

Rafe's eyes narrowed, his frustration bubbling over. "You're lying about this diary thing. You know where it is," he accused, his tone sharp.

"No, I don't," Kiara retorted, her irritation matching his.

"You don't? Okay." Rafe's voice dripped with sarcasm as he shrugged, clearly not believing her.

"You wish," she muttered under her breath as she walked back over to the window.

You, still sitting on the bed, finally interjected, your voice calmer but firm. "Kie, just tell us."

Rafe glanced at you and nodded, trying to regain some control of the situation. "Yeah, okay, listen. I wouldn’t tell me either," he admitted, softening his tone slightly as he approached her again. "But he's never gonna believe we don’t know something, alright? Singh killed that—"

Before he could finish, Kiara spun on her heels and glared at him. "Hey!" she yelled, her frustration reaching its peak.

Rafe took a step back, his voice lower but no less intense. "Look around, Kie. I’m the only friend you have besides Y/N."

Kiara shook her head in disbelief, scoffing at the very idea that Rafe would ever consider himself her friend. The tension between them was thick, but before either of them could say more, the door suddenly creaked open.

A guard stood in the doorway, stone-faced and silent. Kiara didn’t hesitate. She rushed up to him, her voice urgent. "I need to talk to Mr. Singh. I have something to tell him. It's urgent."

The guard stared at her for a long, uncomfortable moment before finally nodding. "Yes," he said, his voice flat. He motioned for her to follow, and Kiara stepped out of the room, the door locking behind her.

As soon as she was gone, Rafe’s face darkened with frustration. "Shit!" he cursed, running a hand through his hair in agitation before turning to you. "She knows something."

"Clearly," you muttered, your voice laced with irritation. You were just as frustrated, but you understood Kiara better than Rafe did.

Rafe began pacing, his frustration palpable. "She’s gonna turn on us," he muttered under his breath. "She’s a pogue. That’s what they do."

"She won’t turn on me," you countered sharply. "I don’t know about you, though." You could feel your irritation growing as you glared at him. "We spent a month together, Rafe. You don’t know what we’ve been through. It made us closer than ever."

Rafe looked at you in disbelief. The mention of your closeness with the pogues—especially his sister—only seemed to fuel his frustration. He opened his mouth to argue, but then sighed heavily, forcing himself to calm down. He sat down next to you on the bed, his voice calmer now but still strained. "So you’ve been with them this whole time. Where?"

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before answering. "On a deserted island," you said, remembering the struggles, the moments of friendship, and the hardships.

Rafe’s expression softened slightly. "I sent a search party for you, you know. They never found anything," he admitted quietly. "Honestly, I thought you were dead."

Your heart ached to hear those words. "I’m not dead," you replied softly, "But I’m not good either."

Rafe’s gaze lingered on you, and for a moment, the tension between you faded. "What about you?" you asked, your voice softer now, genuine curiosity replacing the earlier anger.

Rafe chuckled darkly. "What about me?"

"How have you been?" you asked again, the question feeling heavier than before.

He sighed, running a hand over his buzzed hair. "I didn’t feel great. Haven’t really slept much. I blamed myself for everything."

"Like you should," you replied casually, shrugging as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I know," Rafe agreed, his voice low, full of guilt.

The silence that followed felt suffocating, the weight of unspoken feelings hanging between you. You took a deep breath, unsure of what to say next, but Rafe was already looking at you, his eyes red-rimmed, filled with something you couldn’t quite place.

"I missed you, baby," Rafe mumbled, his voice thick with emotion.

You bit your lip, your heart racing. As much as you wanted to deny it, the truth gnawed at you from the inside. You had missed him, too. No matter how much you tried to fight it, you couldn’t shake the feelings you still had for him.

"I… I can’t say I didn’t miss you," you whispered, barely able to get the words out.

Rafe’s eyes widened in surprise. He had barely caught what you said, and for a moment, he seemed unsure if he had heard you right. "What?" he asked, his voice hopeful. "Can you repeat that?"

You pulled away slightly, embarrassed. "No, I can’t repeat that."

Rafe smirked, leaning closer. "No, I’m serious. I didn’t hear what you said. Your voice was so low."

"You heard me," you laughed nervously, trying to push him away.

"Come on," he begged, his voice teasing. "Please."

You sighed, exasperated. "Fine. I missed you too, okay?" you said louder, meeting his eyes with a mixture of annoyance and vulnerability.

Rafe’s smile widened, and before you could say anything else, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a quick kiss. But before you could decide whether or not to return it, the door flew open, and Kiara’s voice rang out.

"Please don’t hurt my friends! Please!" she cried, her voice full of panic.

You broke the kiss, barely a breath between you and Rafe, and turned toward Kiara, who had just been shoved back inside the room. Her face was twisted in disbelief, her eyes darting from you to Rafe, and she let out an incredulous huff as she shook her head.

“What the hell?” Kiara muttered, her voice edged with frustration and shock at seeing you so close to him.

She walked toward the bed and sat down heavily, burying her face in her hands, her breathing ragged, trying to calm herself. You instantly moved to her side, your hands resting on her shoulders, concerned by how rattled she seemed.

"Kie, you okay?" you asked gently, your fingers rubbing her shoulders in a comforting gesture. She gave a slight nod, her face still hidden in her palms.

Rafe, now standing, looked at her with growing frustration. “What happened?” he asked, his voice a little sharper than intended, still processing what Kiara might have done outside the room.

But Kiara didn’t answer. Instead, she took a few deep breaths, as if trying to find the words to release all the anger bubbling inside her. When she finally lifted her head, her eyes were fierce. “You're gonna have to talk to me at some point. Okay?" Rafe added his tone a mix of impatience and desperation.

That was it—Kiara snapped, her voice like a blade. “Do I have to remind you of everything you've done?" she spat, glaring at him. "You killed Peterkin. Do you remember that? And everything you've put Sarah through."

Her words hit Rafe like a punch to the gut. He opened his mouth to respond, but for a moment, the emotion overwhelmed him. “Peterkin—I was protecting my father, okay?” he shot back, his voice defensive, rising with every word. “I did what I had to, so… don’t.”

You glanced at Rafe, your heart sinking as you caught the glistening in his eyes. He turned away from both you and Kiara, pacing in agitation. He had always been volatile, emotions bubbling too close to the surface, and now it was all spilling out.

After a tense silence, Rafe finally dropped into a chair by the window, his chest heaving with the effort to control his breathing. "I'm as much a victim as she is," he said, his voice quieter now, almost broken. Kiara scoffed, disbelief written all over her face.

“No? Think about it. What did I get from shooting Peterkin, huh? Nothing.” His tone was bitter, and he started rambling as if the words were coming out of him unbidden. “I had nothing against her. I—I liked her! You think I wanted to make that choice, huh?” His voice grew louder, angrier. “What I did was a gift for my father, and I got screwed because of it. So don’t give me that look when I say I’m a victim. I am!”

You shot him a warning look, trying to calm him down, but the emotions were already too far gone. His voice cracked as he continued, raw and exposed. “I will admit though, what I—what I did to Sarah...what I tried to do, um...I admit that was wrong. I know that. All right? So you don’t have to remind me.”

His voice faltered, and you watched as the tears finally slipped down his cheeks. He began hitting himself in the head, hard, just like you’d seen him do before when the guilt and frustration overwhelmed him. Without thinking, you lurched toward him, grabbing his wrists gently, and pulling his hands away from his face.

"Stop, Rafe," you murmured softly, your voice soothing as you held his wrists in your hands, forcing him to look at you. His tear-filled eyes met yours, full of pain and regret.

“She was family,” he choked out. “I should’ve never touched her, you know? I should've never touched her, but, you know, I just lose control in moments like that, and I don't know what happened. I'm trying- I'm trying to get better."

Kiara, still shaken by his outburst, nodded slightly, though her face remained tight with distrust.

"It doesn't matter,” Rafe continued, his voice trembling. “All I’m saying is just that I’m not the bad guy you think I am, okay? But even if I was, even if I was just like, bad Rafe Cameron or something—you got no choice. You may, you may not want to trust me, but I’m your best bet."

His eyes darted between you and Kiara, pleading for some kind of understanding. He paused, waiting for a response. “Look, I’ve got a boat that can get us off the island, okay? But first, we’ve gotta get out of here and it’s better if we work together.”

"You have a boat?" you asked, blinking at him in surprise. He nodded firmly, his expression serious.

Before you could process this, the sound of a large vehicle rumbling outside caught your attention. The three of you rushed to the window, peering out as a truck full of guards piled in and sped away.

“They're leaving?" Rafe muttered in disbelief, his brows knitting together.

"They're going to find John B," Kiara answered quickly, glancing at you, then back at Rafe, "and your sister."

Rafe's lips curled into a smirk. "Sucks for them. That’s good for us, though." His eyes brightened slightly as he stared out the window, watching the truck disappear down the road. "This might be our only shot at getting out of here."

"You think we could do it?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty, your mind racing at the thought of actually escaping this place.

Rafe shrugged, his confidence flickering back. “We gotta try.”

•°•°•°•°•°•

"Just get away from me!" Kiara screamed from her place in the tub, her voice trembling with fear.

"I'm tired of this shit. I'm gonna kill you, Kie!" Rafe's voice bellowed from where he was hiding, anger spilling over in his words.

"Get away from her!" you shouted from your own hidden spot, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Kiara’s voice cracked as she shrieked for help. "Help!"

Suddenly, a vase smashed across the room, and the sound of shattered glass echoed in the silence that followed. All of you went quiet, tension hanging in the air.

"Hey, you three! What'd you do?" A guard’s voice interrupted, suspicion thick in his tone. The door creaked open, and you listened intently to the heavy thuds of his boots approaching Kiara's hiding place in the bathroom.

"What be this?" the guard muttered, his disbelief evident as he stepped closer.

Without warning, Rafe sprang from his hiding spot, slamming the bathroom door into the guard’s hand, and knocking his weapon to the floor. You emerged from your own corner, your fist flying at the man's face, causing him to stumble backward, startled.

Rafe hit him again, landing a punch to his face, and driving the guard to the floor. He tried to scramble up, but Rafe smashed a lamp onto his head, stunning him. You followed up with a sharp kick to his temple as Kiara swiftly snatched the gun from the ground.

"Stay down! Stay down, you understand?" Rafe growled, his voice low and dangerous as he patted the guard down, searching his pockets.

The guard, still dazed but furious, spat out through gritted teeth, "Huge mistake. You'll regret this.”

"Hey, gimme the phone," Rafe demanded, pulling a small device from the guard’s jacket pocket. His frustration was palpable as he tossed the phone into Kiara’s hands.

"Here, tie him up," Kiara instructed, quickly pulling down the satin curtains hanging nearby.

You grabbed the silky fabric and crouched beside the groaning guard, tying his hands tightly behind his back as he struggled weakly. "Don’t move," Rafe warned again, his voice cold. "Don’t make a sound, all right?" He glanced at you. "You good?"

"I'm good," you nodded, breathless but steady, and Rafe gave your hand a quick squeeze before you all sprang into action.

The three of you darted out of the room, Rafe swiftly locking the door behind you. "This way. Come on," he urged, guiding Kiara and you down the stairs.

"Okay. Hey. Hey, Rafe," Kiara tried to catch his attention, her voice strained with urgency, but he was too focused on finding an escape route, “Rafe, Rafe, Rafe, Rafe!”

"What?" Rafe snapped, spinning around, his patience fraying.

"Let me see the phone," she said, her hand outstretched.

"Why?" Rafe’s tone was laced with suspicion.

"Just give it to me!" Kiara insisted, her eyes narrowed in frustration.

"Okay, give me the gun," Rafe countered, his demand clear. They stared at each other for a tense moment before Kiara reluctantly handed him the weapon. Rafe slid it into the waistband of his pants, looking over at you. "You ready?" he asked, his voice softening slightly when he looked at you.

You nodded, your heart racing.

Rafe opened the door carefully, revealing the back of a guard through the frosted glass of the entrance. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, quickly pulling you both away from the door. "This way, this way, this way," he whispered, checking for another exit.

As Rafe led you down a narrow hallway, Kiara stopped, her gaze lingering on a large painting hanging on the wall. She whipped out the phone, snapping a quick picture.

"Kie, what are you doing?" you whispered, bewildered by her sudden distraction.

“Let’s go! Y/N, come on!" Rafe hissed urgently from farther down the hall.

"Hold on!" Kiara replied, her voice strained with determination.

"Kie, come on!" Rafe snapped again, his voice tinged with frustration, but Kiara finally caught up with you.

The three of you exited through a side door, ducking behind a wooden fence outside. The air was tense, thick with the threat of discovery. Rafe’s arm slipped around your waist as you both crouched down, hiding behind the green fence. His touch sent a shiver through you, his breath warm against your neck as he leaned in to peek through a gap.

"I got an idea. Come on, come on!" Kiara whispered, jolting you both out of the moment as she sprinted toward a truck being loaded with hay. You and Rafe exchanged glances, then followed her.

"They’re slowing down. Come on!" Kiara called out, her voice strained with effort as the truck moved down the road. She jumped, grabbing onto the back of it, hoisting herself up.

Rafe followed easily, his strength making the task look effortless. But as you tried to pull yourself up, your foot slipped, and panic surged through you. You clung to the metal frame desperately, your heart racing as Rafe lunged to help.

Before he could grab you, the man sitting in the truck’s bed noticed you. His eyes widened in shock. "No. No, no!" he muttered, scrambling backward in a panic.

Rafe seized the moment, slamming the man against the truck roof with one swift movement. You finally managed to scramble up into the hay with Kiara’s help, the two of you tumbling down into the straw just as Rafe started laying into the man.

"Rafe!" Kiara shouted, trying to stop him as the man cried out in terror. But it was too late. Rafe, lost in the heat of the moment, flung the man over the edge of the truck. You winced at the sickening thud as his body hit the ground.

Panting, Rafe turned toward you, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of distress. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice rough with adrenaline as he moved closer to check you for injuries.

"I’m fine," you assured him, though your breath was still shaky.

"Guys, we have to hide. Now," Kiara whispered, pulling you both under a tarp hidden beneath the hay. You lay between them, gripping Kiara’s hand tightly, feeling the tension coiling inside you.

You held your breath as you heard the guard outside, the dog barking, your pulse thudding in your ears.

"Yeah. All clear," the guard called out, his voice distant as he gave the order to let the truck through.

After what felt like forever, you sat up, pushing the tarp off. Rafe grinned at you, proud of how you’d all worked together. "I told you we just had to work together."

His eyes sparkled with a mix of relief and satisfaction as he turned toward Kiara. "I can get you both out of here, drop you somewhere safe on my boat," he offered, his tone serious. "But your friends? I’m not helping them. I can’t trust them."

Kiara, her face tight with frustration, exchanged a look with you. "I just want to get off the island," she muttered.

Rafe smirked, clearly amused. "Smart choice." Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "You know, I never thought of you as a Pogue."

Kiara shot him a hard look. "What did you think of me as?" she asked, her voice tinged with bitterness.

Rafe chuckled softly. "I mean, I always liked you, Kie. You’re at least half Kook." His laugh was light, but there was a hint of something darker beneath it.

You glanced at Kiara and squeezed her arm, offering a small, supportive smile as she lay her head on your shoulder with a tired sigh. Even though you were all stuck together in this mess, there was still a glimmer of hope that you might make it out.

•°•°•°•°•°•

The three of you climbed out of the truck now that you were at the marina, and you couldn't shake the unsettling sensation of Rafe's eyes following your every move. He watched you closely as if he was afraid you'd slip through his fingers again, just like before.

"Come on. My boat's down here," Rafe announced, leading the way as Kiara and you followed him in silence. His steps were confident, but there was a sense of urgency in his movements as if he needed to get away before something else went wrong.

As you reached the boat, Rafe turned to both of you, his voice low but firm. "Make sure your shoes are off." Kiara shot you a quick glance, her expression unsure, but you gave a small nod, knowing Rafe wasn't messing around.

"Okay, we should have enough juice to get us to Saint Lucia, no problem," Rafe explained while untying the boat from the dock. There was something in his voice that seemed almost pleading, like he needed you both to trust him, just this once. "Hey, get in the boat. Kie!" His tone shifted to frustration when Kiara hesitated.

"You're not gonna pull anything if I get in?" Kiara’s voice was sharp, her suspicion evident. Rafe looked at you, his face a mix of disbelief and frustration, as if he was silently asking you for help to convince her.

You simply shrugged, unsure what to say. You understood Kiara’s wariness—Rafe’s past behavior was nothing short of erratic, and trust didn’t come easily in situations like this.

“No, I’m not gonna pull anything, okay?" Rafe snapped, his frustration rising. "I’m trying to do you a solid here. You really wanna be back there with Singh, or do you wanna be somewhere safe?" His words were clipped but sincere, and then he added, "Can you help me with the bowline?"

Finally, Kiara relented and stepped onto the boat, though her movements were tense and guarded. She walked over to deal with the bowline, while you moved toward where Rafe was standing at the wheel.

"Thank you," Rafe sighed, his relief visible in his posture as you stood beside him. For a brief moment, it felt like things were going to work out.

But then Kiara called out, her voice filled with urgency. "Hey, uh, I... I can't get it!" Her tone was off, and something about the way she said it made your heart race.

"What?" Rafe turned, his patience wearing thin.

"I need some help!" Kiara's voice grew louder, more frantic. You glanced back, sensing something wasn’t right.

Rafe cursed under his breath, muttering, "Goddamn, do I have to do everything?" He stormed over to where Kiara stood, brushing past her as he made his way to the bowline. "Move," he ordered, irritation clear in his voice.

The next moment happened so fast. As Rafe leaned over the railing, Kiara lunged forward, shoving him into the water. You gasped, frozen for a second as Rafe splashed into the sea with a loud, startled yell. Kiara spun around, her eyes locking onto yours.

"Drive!" she screamed, racing toward you as the realization of what just happened sank in.

"Oh my God," you muttered, hands shaking as you fumbled to start the engine. The boat roared to life, and you could hear Rafe shouting from the water.

"Kie! Hey! Y/N! Where are you going?" Rafe’s voice was frantic, desperate, as you began pulling the boat away from the dock.

"I've gotta help my friends!" Kiara shouted back, her voice defiant, but you couldn’t help the pang of guilt that twisted in your chest. What Rafe did to you wasn’t easy to forget, but leaving him behind felt... complicated.

You turned your head slightly, catching Rafe’s gaze as he thrashed in the water. His eyes locked onto yours, pleading. "I’m sorry," you mouthed to him, your heart heavy.

"You don’t know what you’re doing!" Rafe screamed, his voice growing more distant as the boat picked up speed. "I’ll find you, Kie! I’ll find you!"

"Y/N, you’re gonna regret this! Kiara! You’re done!" His voice echoed in the distance, but the fury in his words lingered long after you could no longer see him.

As the boat cut through the waves, a heavy silence settled between you and Kiara. She stood beside you, her hands gripping the railing as the wind whipped through her hair.

"I didn’t think you would go through with it," Kiara said after a moment, her voice soft but carrying a hint of surprise.

"Why?" you asked, glancing at her out of the corner of your eye.

"I saw you kissing him," Kiara replied, her tone light, but you could sense the underlying curiosity in her words.

You sighed, shaking your head slightly. "Technically, he kissed me," you corrected, though even as you said it, you knew it wasn’t the whole truth.

"But you didn’t seem like you wanted it to stop," Kiara teased, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Shut up," you laughed, though your heart wasn’t fully in it.

"God... I don’t know what you see in him," Kiara remarked, her voice quieter now as if she was trying to understand something that didn’t make sense to her.

You sighed deeply, your eyes fixed on the horizon ahead. "I don’t know either," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

But deep down, you did know. You saw the boy he used to be, the one who wasn’t consumed by anger and violence. You clung to the hope that maybe he could be that person again. And that hope, as foolish as it might be, was hard to let go of.

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[goatgoesmbe]

Stranger!141, How the boys act when they realize they might be threatening you for walking behind you late at night

It's a quiet street, and it's late, they didn't think much of it at first until you took a turn and they also need to go that way- and they feel like they need to do something when they saw you clutching your bag

Gaz

The classic, 'i don't wanna be threatening by walking behind her so I'm gonna try to get past her'

Only to see you walking faster

He walks even faster

You started to panic

He also panicked

Cursing under his breath, he finally just yells it to you that he's not following you, just going the same way

You still feel anxious, but then he starts initiating small talk

it's awkward at first, talking about the weather and stuff

But then, in the end, you somehow find yourself walking beside him (turned out, you two have the same destination, he just moved in to the flat near yours)

Soap

He had earphones on just because, it didn't play anything but he singing chapell roan under his breath or something

fruity walk

You're more confused than scared now, because he's actually singing louder than he thought

When it seemed that you two have the same destination, he then initiated a conversation

Soon enough, you find yourself laughing to his stupid jokes

Price

A proper gentleman

He noticed immediately when you clutched your bag, and so he stopped walking

Waiting for you to get far before he continued

When he found you two walking the same way, he crossed the road

And when it seemed that you two had the same destination, he started a simple conversation

Asking what time it is, pointing out how it's colder than usual lately, how the lift needs maintenance

In the end, you feel safe riding the elevator with just him, even with the old thing faintly creaking (he's right, it does need maintenance)

Ghost

He's not even gonna try

His stature in all black outfit and balaclava, how his footsteps are silent somehow despite his heavy boots

You tried to keep calm and just walk even though you were scared as hell, thinking that running would just make it worse

He kept his eyes on you, thinking that it was unsafe for a pretty thing like you to be out this late alone

He needs to make sure you arrived at your destination safely, he thought, not caring that you were unaware of that intention and is freaking out

You felt relieved when you saw your apartment building coming into view and started walking faster

He didn't change the pace of his walk and just followed, even when you disappeared from his sight at a turn

Didn't flinch when you jumped at him, hitting him with an umbrella you pulled out of your bag

Casually say that he lived in that building too, like he didn't just scare you to death

Whether or not you believe him, you're still mad at him for being scary (even if its not on purpose)

Even though he still wanted to make sure you were safe until you entered your place, he didn't say anything when you insisted on getting the elevator alone and let him wait for the next ride

[nameless-jamie]

I Want You...Professionally

Masterlist

Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing

A/N: A tiny little fluff scenario. Just for the vibes.

It was vacation time for Jamie's favorite assistant. Well, his only assistant. She had organized everything, a temporary assistant for Jamie, a good book she could read while relaxing on her couch, but she obviously didn't calculate Jamie's brattiness.

Y/N had barely been out for a week when the first text came in.

Jamie: Who the fuck is this Jerry lad?

She frowned at the message before another one followed.

Jamie: He’s in my kitchen, Y/N. My sanctuary. What’s next? My fucking shower?

Jamie: If he touches my shampoo, I’m calling the police.

She sighed, rubbing her temple. She had warned Jamie that a temp assistant would be sent to work for him while she was on leave. He probably didn't listen. It was supposed to be a good thing—someone to help manage his schedule, make sure he made it to training on time, and prevent situations exactly like this, all while Y/N could chill for like a week. Just one week, please!

Instead, it seemed like Jamie had decided to make it his personal mission to be as difficult as humanly possible.

Y/N: He’s literally just there to help. Be nice.

Jamie: Define “nice.”

Y/N: Don’t scare him off in under a week.

Jamie: Cannot promise that babe.

It did not take a week.

It took two days.

By that time Y/N got an angry phone call from Rebecca. Jamie had apparently run through the poor temp guy so fast that Rebecca had personally told her, “You need to deal with your idiot. Right now!”

And if the exasperation in her voice hadn’t already told Y/N everything she needed to know, the look on the temp’s face when she arrived at the club to talk to him, spoke louder than words could.

The man looked exhausted. Defeated. Like he had seen things no personal assistant should ever have to see.

"Jerry, hey how are things?" Y/N approached the man carefully and spoke in a soft voice. Damn, he looked like he was about to break.

“I can’t do it, Y/N” he had said, shaking his head. “He’s impossible.”

“Yeah,” she had sighed. “He does that sometimes.”

"He sleeps bottomless. BOTTOMLESS! He told me that I have the energy of a wet paper towel. And he only ever eats protein bars."

Jerry started crying out of frustration and hugged Y/N's shoulder, a little too tight. Nice, her favorite blouse is now tear-stained. Fuckin' Tartt.

Y/N patted Jerry's back awkwardly. "Shit, okay. I'll deal with it."

So when Jamie showed up at her flat unannounced that evening—because of course he did—she was more than ready to deal with him.

“Jamie,” she deadpanned, crossing her arms. “What the fuck.”

Jamie blinked at her. “What?”

“You terrorized him.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You made him cry, Jamie.” Y/N deadpanned.

Jamie scoffed. “I barely said anythin'. He cried over one little comment.”

“You told him he had ‘the energy of a wet paper towel.’”

Jamie shrugged. “He did.”

“Jamie.”

He sighed dramatically, flopping onto her couch like he had just run a marathon. “Nah, you don't get it, t'was a whole nightmare. He was just there all the time. Following me around, tellin’ me what to do, actin’ like he knew me.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You mean like how I do my job?”

“No.” He shook his head. “Not like you.”

“Oh, really?” She crossed the room, standing in front of him. “Because you’ve never had a problem with me following you around before and telling you what to do. But suddenly, this guy shows up, and you turn into a little shit?”

Jamie rolled his eyes. “I am a little shit. Always been one.”

She huffed. “Jamie.”

“What?” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply before looking up at her.

"Why is it different with me, tell me." She put her hand on his arm lovingly, trying to coax the answer out of him.

Jamie was frustrated. "I don't know. Maybe because you get me and... And maybe I don’t want someone else bossing me around, yeah? Maybe I just want you.”

The words hit her like a fucking freight train.

Jamie must’ve realized what he had said because his mouth snapped shut, his jaw tensing.

A beat of silence.

Then—

“In, like, a professional way?” Jamie said as more of a question than a statement.

“Jamie,” she said, with a warning voice.

He exhaled, shaking his head like he wanted to take it all back. “Forget it. I'll go apologize to the guy.”

“No Jamie, wait.” She stepped closer. "I mean you should definitely eventually apologize, you made the guy cry for god sake! But wait..."

Jamie met her gaze, something uncertain flickering behind his eyes.

She licked her lips, suddenly hyperaware of how close he was. “You want me?”

Jamie’s throat bobbed. “Yeah.”

Her heart stupidly skipped a beat. “In, like, a professional way.”

His lips twitched, but it wasn’t quite a smirk. “Sure. That.”

Her breath caught.

And then, because Jamie Tartt was a menace—because he could never just say something and leave it at that—he tilted his head, voice dropping to something dangerously soft.

“You okay, love?”

She could’ve denied it.

She should’ve denied it.

Instead, she let out a sharp breath and muttered, “Fuck you.”

Jamie grinned and turned toward the door. “Knew it. I'll be off then, apologizing to Berry.”

"His name is Jerry!"

"I knew that!"

The silence that followed after Jamie left wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was full of things left unsaid. Y/N thought about his words and their meaning a lot. Maybe I just want you.

Maybe they weren’t ready for the next step yet, and maybe they were, but for now, they both knew one thing—neither of them was going anywhere.

[makiswirl]

can i just say. and this is probably a niche hill to die on. that i am so gobsmacked every time someone vaguely hints at the idea that jotaro doesn't care meaningfully for the other crusaders, usually particularly kakyoin and joseph, when those two actually tend to be the ones he reacts to being hurt the hardest

like he cares for his loved ones!!!! that literally plays into his character motives in every single part he shows up in!!! stop lying to me!!!!!!!

[sysig]

I think they’re the same guy, somehow (Patreon)

[cctinsleybaxter]

Even the use of the term 'queer identity' in prev are we sure you're not reading out of the brochure 🤔

[silusvesuius]

my nelvas and moraak thought crumblets

[nostalgia-tblr]

What do English people call a close? You know, the stairwell bit where all the flats are in a tenement? If you go to visit someone at their flat, what do you call the bit where you wait for them to answer their door? That communal stairs… area?

("Modern AUs don't require research" MAYBE IF YOU'RE ENGLISH THEY DON'T 😭)

[thevioletcaptain]

@ anon there's a reason i've been trusted with information in the past and it's the same reason i cannot directly answer your messages -- but the scene being described did not exist

[kenzan-kiwami]

to be completely frank i think most of the people i've seen with major complaints regarding RGG 8's story are forgetting that 99% of what they're saying can be applied across the whole series

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

i just booked to view two flats (to buy) (i'm probably not going to buy them) (i would only be co-buying them even if i did bc i can't afford a mortgage) (they're in a good location though it would be way nearer to useful things even if there's still no bus) and they asked me no questions beyond contact details when i called them about a viewing. is that normal. shouldn't they have tried to check i'm serious. i had all my answers prepared re: the finances and they didn't care