#theres a clown in there too somewhere

[flyingspicerack]

Lil' Ichimatsu dreading accompanying me to work

[tobicup]

Idea.

Jason actually kills tim in titans tower. It's not on purpose. He was so angry and his vision swirled green. He couldn't see or think straight. Everything was just hate and anger and bright green haze.

He cuts too deep. Deeper then he meant, it was just supposed to be a warning but his mind is gone in a whirlwind of negative emotions.

He comes to with red on his hands, to tims shallow burbling breaths. Wet and gasping and agonized. And no. No. He didn't mean to. He tries to stem the bleeding but it's too late. Tims teary eyes looking up at him, and theyre not filled with anger (like his were) or hate (how could he hate a child so much) or even fear. He just looks sad as they meet his. He tries to speak but he cant, he should already be dead, instead he mouths slowly, carefully *go home*.

Lips bloody, unable to speak or breathe and probably hurting so badly... hes telling his murderer to go back to his family. And regret fills him so deeply because this could have been his brother. This loving, self-sacrificial idiot child couldve been someone he loved. Maybe already loves a little. He never wanted to end him, just robin. He didnt want Tim to die. He didnt.

Now he has to go home. He'll honor the kids last wishes even if it means getting thrown right into arkham next to the clown. He deserves as much. Hes just as bad. Killed a little bird too young. Before he could even truly fly. Relished in his pain.

A hand tugging his pants weakly, snapping him out of his dark thoughts. tims eyes pleading and exhausted. Holding onto life by a thread, "... okay kid. You win. Ill go home... im so- " voice breaking as grief wells up "-im so goddamn sorry. You didnt deserve this"

Tim just smiles, hand gripping his pants letting go to oat his knee as if to say he forgives jason he can never be forgiven for this and then his hand goes limp. His goal of saving the bat family finally fulfilled. The accomplishment bittersweet.

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Jason picking up tim body, blood on his hands, on his knees where he had kneeled next to tim. On his chest where tim is pressed against it. And he carries him to the nearest zeta. Carries him home. Hes scared. He wants his dad but he doesnt think he'll have one ever again after this.

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Bruce silent when he sees them. Grim and broken and grief stricken. Trying to push all the emotions down. Another dead robin..another child son. In the arms of the one he lost before..he cant feel anything right now. It all hurts so much. Jasons apologizing even as hes saying he knows he cant be forgiven. He sounds so young and scared. Hes sorry. He didnt mean to.

Bruce doesnt know what to say. He wants more then anything to be happy his son is home but- but his son has killed a child. Killed tim. The only light left in bruces life since jays death.

Dick screaming when he enters the cave. Ignoring Jason entirely. Sobbing over tims tiny broken body. Hed been to late. Again. Hadnt even known his baby brother was in trouble. Hadnt known he was needed.

He hadnt known for jason either. Hadnt even been able to see his body. Just gone.

He doesnt know which is worse.

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Tim.

Tim is... was robin and robin was...? Is? Magic. He knows this. Somehow he thinks hes heard it before. A bright laugh, cheeky grin. The words distorted like a broken record but still there. Imprinting into his fading mind. Imprinting on his soul.

Robin is magic.

Hes somewhere cold but familiar. Comforting. But also not here at all. Theres crying. Voices wet. He should find them. Those voices should never be so sad. Thay was his job. To make sure those people were not sad, or angry, or suicidal.

His purpose.

He is Robin.

(Ghost tim following the batfam as they grieve him. And jason trying to reintegrate. He follows jason the most. His shame and guilt. The others treat him coldly. His self hatred tearing him down which is not allowed. Jason should be happy. He is family)

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Tim one of very few ghosts in gotham. The only *positive* ghost in gotham. Following the bats and trying to bring joy to them any ways he can he cant do much

[miiilowo]

Highlights / Notable info from the second Scott Cawthon Dawko interview for people who don't want to watch it

MISC/START OF INTERVIEW

- scott says the 1 thing he'd wanna go back and change/fix the past 10 years is FNAF world; said a lot of weird/bad decisions were made going into it, that he didn't like the graphics and it Could Have been a good game but he doesn't like it overall & he may consider making an improved sequel

- he was scared to hand FNAF over to steel wool but he thinks he got lucky w/ them

- refuses to play both FNAF VR games because they genuinely scare him too much; didn't want to beta test them (funny)

- he very much knows the fandom prefers pure horror and the supernatural but cant resist leaning into scifi stuff

- doesn't like the names burntrap and glitchtrap and they were supposed to be temporary

SECURITY BREACH

- half blames covid splitting up steel wools workforce for the games lack of quality and delays

- says his "vision of the game" was misaligned with steel wool, that he had a "very specific story in mind" for security breach and it didnt pan out like he wanted

- he takes fault for it, saying he conveyed it in a bad way; "I was trying to tell steel wool to do specific things throughout the game, put specific items in specific places, have specific characters do certain things, meanwhile not TELLING them what the story plot was. Because in my head, I was thinking 'Okay, when people find this, they'll connect this to this to this & it will all be revealed, and I thought I could do that without telling steel wool the story plot. That didn't work out very well because they got all of these pieces, and they thought it was their job to connect them in a way that made sense. And so really what you ended up having were the same pieces telling completely different stories...I don't blame them for that, I blame myself for that, because what I should have done was gone 'hey, heres the story, the pieces are here, here's how theyre supposed to connect'."

- burntrap originally even supposed to move; just supposed to see something you saw in between machinery or in corners, that you werent supposed to know his purpose even though he used to have a very specific one (that the fandom doesnt know)

- he knows it didnt turn out like anyone wanted & thats why they made the RUIN dlc, he hopes it redeemed security breach

- he said hes learned from that mistake with security breach and things should be better in the future

- he cannot share any thoughts on the mimic

- he likes vanny a lot, shes one of his favorites and he thinks that shes underutilized and should get more spotlight in the future

THE BOOKS

- process is 'he has an idea, he proposes it to the writers, they flesh it out'

- he likes bunny call the most, and that it's not entirely made up; he took his family to a summer camp. 2 older kids 2 babies. one of the things you could sign up for was a 'panda call' . a very 'deceiving title', he says. early in the morning, a bunch of the camp counselors dressed as killer clowns would come into your cabin and scare the kids to wake them up early and drag them off to do their daily activities (?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????) and he knew this was the case, & before it happened he started to sort of feel bad that he signed up his two youngest kids for it so he crept outside in the dark and 'started listening for screams' early in the morning. 'somewhere in the dark in these trees theres clowns and theyre coming for my cabin'

- acknowledges the fazgoo is weird and bad.

- the 'creature on the cover of blackbird is my sleep paralysis demon' (quite literally)

- says his least favorite story is the guy getting pregnant with springtrap's baby and that he Doesnt Know What He Was Thinking, that he swears he 'wasnt trying to pick on matpat'

- he says theres potential for the books to be adapted into shorts goosebumps style, but hes afraid it might be 'too much' and oversaturate the franchise

THE MOVIE

- he says a big issue was that there was material thats difficult to translate to the big screen; the nuance of the antagonists being that the animatronics are possessed by the spirits of innocent children, and he wanted to preserve the innocence of the victims while also having the horror and the kills, and thats a big part of why several screenplays got scrapped; he was more picky/cautious about that than anything else

- says the victims are sort of like 'confused, scared animals backed into a corner, who believe that adults are out to get them' & thats part of why they kill people + the manipulation from william afton

- he likes the movie overall but thinks specific things could be improved and they aim to do that with the second movie, but doesn't want to dwell on those shortcomings too much

- hes perfectly happy with critics hating it but the fanbase loving it & that was his goal for it

- when the movie began showing in theatres he said: 'i told myself i wasnt gonna go online i wasnt gonna read any reviews i had already told everybody at blumhouse and i told my legal team DONT talk to me DONT call me DONT email me DONT send me charts DONT send me facts or figures i dont want hear ANYTHING', saw 1 negative review on accident then started reading all of them immediately before the 2nd showing even happened

- 'for a couple of hours there i was distraught, i thought it was a complete disaster' (based off the initial negative critic reviews, before learning how much the fans loved it)

SECOND MOVIE

- Not giving away many details, but following the same formula; 1st movie based on 1st game, 2nd movie based on 2nd game, etc

- Thinks people will like it, that the setup for the 1st movie was the hardest part but now that they have that launch pad to go off of and hes really fond of what they have planned

- Emma Tammi is also directing the second one

INTO THE PIT GAME

- was originally just supposed to be a short novelty game, but they made something really good and he encouraged them to keep going & its turned into a full-fledged game

- he says its going to be a very 'unique experience' and that everyone will like it a lot

- says working with megacat (studio for the game) has been 'weird but good', that theyll vanish for several months and return with a bunch of info

SPINOFFS, GENERAL FRANCHISE STUFF, FUTURE PLANS

- Would want to work on a game based off of Fetch and that he thinks it'd be really cool

- Says he feels like he's sort of lost touch with the fanbase as things have gotten bigger

- Wants to have a better structure for managing a twitter page, official news feed, etc., wants more management than just Himself because it'd better service the fanbase

- He says theres another game planned with steel wool (not the mimic game) way down the line that hasnt been announced yet

- Making more choose-your-adventure fnaf book stuff

- He's 'very careful' with collaborations because he wants to preserve the fact its fnaf and he doesnt want it to be distorted or tainted, & even if he really really likes a game he won't do a collab if the vibes are mismatched, but he's a little more open to things like that now (but we have FNAF X DBD now! yay)

THE BOX.

- (paraphrased) His process for a lot of the lore in games is that he'll come up with half of a mystery and then come up with an answer as things progress, that he feels something is there and he makes the path for that thing to be revealed

- 'but sometimes when things progress the roads that have been put in place arent the same roads that were there before'

- he had something planned for the box. the progression of the story did not allow for the reveal of whats in the box

- he never pursued whats in the box. and he will never know whats in the box.

[futchgunk]

okay if i dont talk about this somewhere im gonna explode

im so fucking cut up about finding my headphones on my neighbor on the T, and having not contacted me about them at all!! They were a present from my lover and i didnt even recognize them as lost bc i thought i could trust my neighbors to be like 'hey these wireless headphones showed up at this house, are these yours we r trying to find the owner'. This was extra damaging for me bc i get really sensitive abt losing things bc of my biomom so like i didnt want to confront me losing a gift my lover got me, esp when i didnt even know where to start looking.

This is the same group of people who i was ostracized by and the biggest reach of support to me during my ostracization was 'im so sorry this is happened/happening to you'. It feels so transphobic!! it feels.. racist??!! it feels like transmisogynoir coming from the tranny eggpunk band AND the tranny hardcore band. like i feel like never knew these people that ive been hanging around with for a year+. i feel like all the love, time, and energy i had was just me making a clown out of myself to entertain more white people. like i got so enraged and upset about this i had to ask my alter to front so i could avoid exhausting myself crying over it and feel some sense of control/stability.

im so angry and a lost rn. as a tpoc im noticing my survival (social confirmity) to bend and shape myself to accomodate white fragility and im so sick of it. like i feel like social injustice has been done to me and instead of talking about it or feel any sense of catharis, i have to swallow hot viscous, bile and choke the tears down, say i dont feel degraded, pick up my pieces and find more koolaid to drink.

like if im gonna get demonized by both majority society and non-marginalized society, i might as well be where i wanna be and do what i wanna do and look how i wanna look because it wont fucking matter what everyone else thinks im just a rock too heavy to hold on to; a demon unwelcome en masse.

it hurts so much bc im trying to be a voice for community and community praxis. like i want to be able to help anyone if someone asks. welcome newcomers and oldtimers. i want to dissipate structures in your life, if even just for a moment. if i could make you a meal just so you could use the time for meal prep for whatever you wanted. i want to do your chores for you, if youre okay with it, even if we have never talked about it. i want to help you move along your life-goals/journey/passion. if you told me an arbitrary action would bear fruit for you, i will treat the soil and sew the seeds, not caring about whether or not i would get any fruit.

theres a feeling that im trying to describe. when youre held so still and taut and exhausted. so flush with exertion that you would cut your strings/supports just to feel the cool rush of air just for a moment, unthinking about how far the fall is. but you just one some semblance of control, an iota of self-determined significant action, no matter the magnitude of (perceived) self-destruction.

idk i would start all over again and make new friends but that means that transmisogny wins again?!! in my own fucking backyard!! transgirls can be complicit in transmisogny and the black transgirl is the victim!! how rich??!! right before the whipping girl reading group how fucking ironic.

[decepti-thots]

re: meta again. first, thank you for the long answer! you have a lot of interesting points, e.g. how fandom spaces influence how you interact with media: my first fandom space was restricted to teenagers who mostly knew nothing about media analysis (and it was also animanga haha), and then I moved onto tumblr, where - in my memory - most users were slightly older teenagers but still didn't know much about media analysis. there probably was meta somewhere (apparently on LJ?), but I didn't see (or notice?) a lot of it. which possibly also was because I changed fandoms a lot more quickly, and I feel like many others did, too. there's a book fandom where five years ago, the general sentiment about an antagonist was 'well fuck him' and now people write extensive posts on why he did what and what that means for the story and why it mirrors the protagonists arc etc, which maybe means that sometimes fandoms need time to get past the initial excitement of new things to give more attention/time to meta?

I very much agree that tumblr makes interactions/discussions harder. especially re: reblogs - its so easy for someone to disagree with you in a reblog and some of their followers to take that as a hint to hate on you - I've seen this happen mostly related to "shipping the wrong things", but why wouldn't it happen for drawing the "wrong" conclusions in a meta post? I feel like the general tumblr user is older than they were 10 years ago so maybe I should hope that they've grown up as well and are more reasonable about this to be fair

what I also noticed regarding the book fandom and TF is that TF fans - depending on your specific bubble probably - seem to be more aware that writing meta is a thing, because they're more likely to call it that.

re: elitism - it's important to me that the things I was referring to can feel elitist, not that they are, if the distiction makes sense? maybe it also wasn't the best/fairest choice of words, sorry. the sentiment isn't meant towards e.g. the people complaining about headcanons that have become accepted in the fandom but have zero relation to canon. its more frustration that theres seemingly infinite canon material and you can't really join any conversation without interacting with a good chunk of it, while (seemingly) everyone else has already done that already.

and finally, wonder if part of who writes meta and who doesn't is fandom "socialization"; there seem to be a few people for whom it appears easy to express their thoughts online, and then a much larger amount of lurkers who don't, and I've never really figured out the cause.

god tumblr does really let me put as much text as I want here, I'm a bit sorry for the long message. If you have any further thoughts I'd be happy to hear them but no pressure

First of all: no apologies for the long message! I love it, I will put my thoughts under a cut for everyone's dashes but we LOVE an in depth fandom meta-meta discussion in this household. I started this blog to RAMBLE and rambling is WELCOME my friend.

You make an EXCELLENT point about how longevity can influence fandoms here, anon. Especially for fandoms where there isn't a constant drip-feed of NEW canon, I absolutely think fandoms living on and people going back and re-engaging the source material to look for new ways to engage it can gradually make meta a larger part of the fannish space sometimes. (To give my own book fandom example, I was on the periphery of book!Good Omens fandom back in the day, and the amount of time people had spent with just that one single book meant that more and more discussion of the ways you could read and work with that one book meant there was some very in-depth meta going on there.) (…as you can imagine, the last few years have been a hell of a wild time for me with the show fandom becoming the Hot New Major Fandom, LMAOOOO.)

There's definitely also something there about the old "if someone I follow clowns on a person, my (para)social relationship with them means I feel like I'm doing a social faux-pas by not choosing a side" you mention here too. Tumblr really makes visible the idea of social networks in a way I have to admit I overall find uhhh. Kind of not great. "If I follow someone who follows someone my mutual hates, do I need to perform my support of someone here", that kind of thing. (Answer: no, that is some Panopticon shit, bring in the Foucault. I am only half joking.) Even over an objectively inane Transformers headcanon take, it's the social mechanism more than the content that brings in the pressure I think. Again. Web 2.0 wants everything pushed at everyone all the time to encourage More Interaction, and reducing any sense of wider social circles being removed from you personally is a part of that I think. It's all equal on The Endless Timeline, innit.

I see what you mean about the "feels like" distinction on elitism, anon, now you lay that out- that makes sense. I do think TF fandom is sometimes a bit of a minefield in terms of like, even within certain subdivisions of canon there's so MUCH stuff (and the fandom has, IMO, a bad habit of not bothering to decide what is more or less "useful" in conversations; sometimes tertiary material is… you know. Tertiary. LOOKING AT ALIGNED FANDOM). I think those of us who are sometimes a bit more "canon completionist" do need to approach these things in terms of like- take IDW1 fandom. If someone posts meta about MTMTE based on just material from MTMTE, approaching that in good faith and not going "well it's in continuity with phase one, and THIS phase one comic says [xyz]", but instead seeing it as a perspective that takes that one text as a complete thing in itself? (And maybe considering how that perspective and how it differs from one which looks at the whoooole canon is interesting, rather than deficient, in its differences of opinion.) There are folks who get very snotty about people doing that in a way that is, at the very least, unproductive. (And the folks bringing in their Extensive Lore Knowledge TM by whining stuff from other continuities contradicts a take on a different continuity are just uhhh. Annoying. Those people can just Stop, Please, lmao.) I think understanding that different approaches to what "canon" even is can be interesting rather than something to be "corrected" might go some way to making it feel less… intimidating? Alienating? For folks working with what they like.

As for the confidence in sharing opinions thing… I can only speak for myself but uh. If I have a personal flaw it is unwarranted overconfidence, not insecurity, haha. Let me put it that way. I do think that cultivating a confidence in the idea "I have my own personal tastes, and those tastes are idiosyncratic and do not need to be compared to other peoples' taste, and they are Valid TM" is a skill to be honed and one I think is worth honing, and I think may be a big thing here from my anecdotal observations. I find that many people in fandom don't have a lot of confidence in the idea that you can express not just an argument for "objective" (lol) "quality" but a sense of personal taste? (This is not unique to fandom, at all, but I think fandom has a lot of it, if that makes sense.) Especially because often the things fandom centres around lack cultural prestige. It's why an appeal to being Real Literature TM is the go-to argument for why fanfiction is "acceptable". I think a similar thing can be true of opinions; to let go of the urge to have everyone agree with you 100% of the time and to be "proven" right, you have to feel confident enough to sit in subjectivity and be like. My opinions may be subjective, but that's fine. And you do have to cultivate that! But I think that's where the "I can express an opinion and not feel destroyed if someone flat out rejects it and I can't even disprove their argument" trick kinda lies, maybe. And maybe meta is easier if you've already internalized that, so the possibility people will be like "nope" is less scary?

[matcheadz]

HOS/ HOST OF SERAPHIM UPDATE!!

SURPRISE!! I'M NOT DEAD!! JUST WORKING!!

Thank you all so much for over 500 Kudos now. I never thought we'd get this far but, here we fuckin' are! My original intent was to double the word count on this chapter and then also upload some art for fun and as a thank you, but then real-life stuff happened and I figured I needed to get this chapter out at SOME point.

regardless! It is still about 1.5x as long as a regular chapter, and it should NOT take two months to upload another one. I've adjusted my work schedule and while I'm still working a shit ton, I at least have one day off a week now...

:') I'm a clown.

Anywho! This chapter is titled "Love" and you should not be fooled by that. It has some very heavy trigger warnings so please take a look at the chapter notes. Remember that Vergil is having an onslaught of memories just piling into his head, so he's very uncomfortable for the majority of this chapter.

Here's a spoiler-free snippet:

"Please don’t walk away, there’s more! Theres more!"��A little Vergil, his lips stained blue with raspberry ice pop, would bleat as his partner-in-crime pushed the book away from him. “Vergil, this book is too sad for me.” Dante would sigh, leaning back against the clay roof and kicking his feet in frustration. “The main character threw away his family because he was too stupid to realize he wasn’t the only one hurt by a family tragedy. He was selfish and let that hurt become his whole personality until he became so power hungry and scared that he ruined the saving grace that offered itself up on a silver platter and got himself killed in the process.” And a little Vergil would frown at him and say, “What do you mean? The main character’s love interest was a girl. Someone he left not to abandon her, but to protect her from the danger that followed him. So he could grow strong and protect the both of them, so nothing in the world could ever hurt either of them ever again. I think that’s a noble cause, don’t you?” And The Raven would simply nod, his red ice-pop melting in the heat of the summer sun and sucking idly at the flavor between his fingers. “That’s what I said.” He would reply lazily. He would squint up at him, his dark pony-tailed hair spread around him like a smoke-stain. He would raise his hand above his head to block the sun, grimacing anyway to reply in a bored tone.  “And of course I think its noble, lucertolino, I think that was our problem.” And little Vergil would gape at the image of the boy who was once his brother and realize he never knew his twin at this age. And he would stare and stare and stare at his blue raspberry ice pop, willing that to make sense until the blue splashed over the page and ruined the rest of the story. He wouldn’t cry over it though, even if it was a really good book. He’d get mad and growl somewhere a little deeper than his chest and throw the book over the edge of the roof, even if it was a really good book. "Why’d you do that, idiota? You loved that book."  The Raven would sit up from his sunbathing spot and frown into the bright distance. "No I didn't. I hated it." Vergil would spit and lie, that stony expression would come over his face even as his weakest instrument broke in two. "We should write a new one. Just us. Just me and you, nobody else." Vergil would turn, the baby-blue of his coat flashing golden light onto his heart’s face. She would laugh at his anger, her brunette bun bouncing with the energy of it and her bright red dress bunched up between clay-stained hands as they walked. She’d stop him right underneath the statue of his father, her hands pressing into his chest and tongue between her teeth—seeing too much of him. "Art like that is made once and a lifetime, Angelo. A shame you did not cherish it while you had it." “I hate you.” Adult Vergil mumbled in reply. Between blinks, Eleonora came and went. And between inhales, his brother had returned. Dante laid underneath Vergil, his chest against his back, gripping tightly to his brother’s torso as if somehow, he would disappear on exhalation.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Creepypasta au ramblings

Including some ideas, headcannons, potential plot stuff, ect ect

Gotta get the brain juices flowing and written down somewhere

Okay so. Admittedly, I haven't really been working on the au that much, due to my hyper fixiation on the owl house taking up my brain. And that'll likely still be the case with the upcoming finale so.. yeah!

Anyways, with what I have now;

I already know this is going to be a written collection of various connected stories; as opposed to a comic <\3

If my experience with making comics in the past says anything to me, is that it'll crash and burn before any of the juicy stuff happens.. and I'll get burnt out incredibly fast

Only downside to sticking to a written format is that a lot of these characters have redesighs <\3

Not big ones, most carry their basic look that just about everyone knows

Save for Kagekao and Laughing Jill

Good news is, Kagekao, as of now, doesn't have a role.. yet.. maybe.. again, I'm still figuring out the overarching story

Bad news: Laughing Jill is actually a huge roll in one of the side plots (more on that later). She still holds the same basic design elements as her canon design has: black and white clown gal

Only difference between the real design and my take is that Laughing Jill is a funky ragdoll; and she's small because.. yk, she's a doll. Can literally fit inside a decent sized backpack (again, will elaborate on this later)

Though of course I suppose I could just

Describe her as small

(I'm dumb and writing this as I think)

Moving on

I also want to do different plots and side things that all either connect to larger story, or show different perspectives and such; maybe each chapter switching from one characters POV to another

And I already have a long term plot! For... two specific characters

I want there to be a side thing where Jane is trying to hunt down Jeff and put an end to him for

Well

You know

Offing her parents

Along the way she stumbles into Jill, and the two team up to find the dude; along with Jane trying to balance her goal and everyday life. Because unlike most of the other characters, she lives a very normal life otherwise... when you don't look at her past. She has a job, she lives in her own apartment, she's gotten her education. Other than gunning for Jeff, she has no interest in taking the lives for others. So with Janes chapters it'll likely follow both settings/sides of her life

Speaking of settings

Locations

I don't know where exactly it would take place; country/town wise.. it may be spread out across different areas since itd be odd if all these creatures and stuff were living in the same place; gotta dispurse them or people will just. Leave the area

Yk?

But as for like

Actual places that the characters will be interacting in will be anywhere from towns, woods, eft ect

And yes

Because this is a mix of fanon and canon

The slender mansion will be in this au

Although probably not in the way most people interpret it; it won't really be a safe house for every creepypasta character buuuuut im still working on the way i should execute it

Probably make it a hotel of sorts; for most characters its not a permanent home. Be it they dont wish to stay, or they arent welcome there

Moving on, Im gonna write masky/tim and hoodie/brian the same way i do in my silly imagines and hc posts; treat the proxy as a separate personality from the person. Each having their own set of morals, behaviors, and memories; not too dissimilar to how MH shows them off IIRC

Though these versions of them are a mix of MH and CRP since I enjoy both renditions, as a fan of both materials. Plus I feel like if this did become something, a few of yall would be upset if i didnt have them... plus theyre fun to write

Speaking of characters that 100% wont be in the au, for various reasons, are:

Ticci Toby: because I just don't really jive with him like i used to, and the character has more or less been ruined for me by others.... though theres a chance he MAY appear, its just HIGHLY unlikely

Clockwork: she just makes me uncomfortable

Off*nderman: do i really need to elaborate on why I'm not adding him?

Really those are the main 3 I have beef with, but

Yeah

Anyways

Yeah idk what else to type but

!!

Hopefully I'll have more ideas cooked up soon

[tallest-tulip-poplar]

I'm fucking dying at this clown. You can't harm your neighbor by planting peanuts if they're allergic. Chat, is it assault if the guy across the street gets hay fever from my garden? Is it abelist to feed your family? Could I get charged with possession of a wildflower within 30 feet of this dork?

If you got a sensitivity to mint, sorry to hear that. But in that case, tell your neighbors not to plant mint. Don't screech across the internet acting like anyone who plants mint is attacking you. That's called a "personal problem" and this is a "big picture" topic.

Basically what im saying heres is; Get over yourself. Your sensitivity to spice or pollen doesn't mean a damn thing in the face of preventing ecological collapse. Theres more important things to consider here, and your shit isn't on the list. If it's that big an issue for you, then god, go somewhere it doesn't grow, but don't make the problem of people and wildlife who have to live near the tar-pit that you are...

Mint is actually good example here too, because Mentha arvensis and Mentha canadensis are both native mints. Many people call mint "invasive," but they're usually talking about how powerfully it spreads from the root, and not the actual definition.

People do need to be more careful about identifying invasive plants in nature, as there's often a related native species that can be easy to mistaken for its cousin without confirmation.

Though there's the main problems of garden centers and websites selling invasive plants as "decorative" without informing customers as such, and the lax laws that could prevent that.

I still can't get over "gardening is racist"

Sorry OP, I had to get that out of my system

in my opinion it is essential to make a "right to garden" law that means no one can stop you from growing whatever you want in your yard.

I think it should even apply to renters so a landlord is required to allow you to have a garden

And I think this can become a reality

[libidomechanica]

Theres a moon is near

For those sweetest milk and the wood which at my hand?     Oh yet we fared; and if therein. Darkness beauty and in the cycled time that keeps a     thousand wave recalls, in changed, I think

of him in his coarser place; whereby his growth to     meet star-sister slain, all for vengeance crie, are natural good; so subjects love just kings, with     every act stood in the snow: and I

wake, and thou, dear pony! It is time, should most deare,     was simply nor any of the good desert in the labour, and the stars. Alluring     me a sweet, and with any Breath of

maidens gathering roses damask’d, till itself     in me. It hold? For twenty-five years to contain; as in the breath. And you tell us     Johnny’s in a servants were to pass

for ever, and lovely street, doors, where heart. And Betty     is not vex thee, the bridge hung, shadow glory-crown’d. But who, like weeds of charity:     but more than appetite, when Science

as a snowflake in the moonlight dale; and in thy     harsher moods remit, whatever wanted your eccho ring. And forgot his work of the     market in the shadows? Or when the

death succeeded life shall wane a man upon the     glass and cancell’d, stricken thro’ the human strife diffused them, thou bring’st the even. I come     to pass, it chanc’d a ringlet turn’d to

hear a wizard light from all he saw; he mixt with     him whom she look’d on a lights, like a silent snow and the heart apace taketh his own;     and what is ridiculous. Behold,

Tibullus lies, because I strove to have lost my     ring, silver sleep of scythe in the heart a clown; the hardly worth wanting, other in thee     and tumbled, while the mother never

once to obey. Ring out, wild bells, across vibes. And     dust and dream of human face; no lower that foolish sleep as its smoothed all her splendid     purpose nobly dear. And he, he knowes

no more’ and he that feed the white sheet, at rests     with lasting first. Surprise a heap of sheet and bigness of the potter’s wheels the day, and     as truly round. By the children shone;

for where the palms of loue that the circle, the rest     to the stroke—If Johnny, never speak, yet every Muse to grieve, we now might have been in     a wealthy peace, and like the rushy

lake, where a little speed of bodies in me; that     clad her little starre. Nor let the moon’s in her beseemes that tend vpon her roof he might     in the mist. And on a simple sports

at will soon o’er-gang ye. While to chivalry: when     he finally tried to make, both near and with words, we conscience never a quiet—dull     fence around, dark as a light-blue lane

has fetched her pony, that beat no more, are you nobly,     mingles all the death-moth be the sun. The Lady Psyche, and dark squares the pulses     of many ornaments, and by the

visibility poor, the breasts. None is discreet     at all; if Eve did erre, it had presents, fast food. He somewhere, betraying his party-     secret, fool, the grain by which seemed too

soon and quite regardless of peat and cease and turning     to the crust, jutted than that runs, and throw troops into the mother, those other to     the town, I found her by degrees the

meal. Thy blood which heaven like that are you that bright,     when sparkle for other to dight, doe ye awaked, as it grew, for nothing in the     moulded in threes, enringed with busy

care will be, tho’ I walk as once again, and     he together—there was the snow: and dance am suffice: nor the ungracious numbers     spend? For, with emotion, they are but

as he glow of sound: calm as to resound, no more     of regret. And there are in more and clasp and sadly fell our Christians of thunderous     Epic lilted out the city’s edge.

[bishiglomper]

I had half a dozen awesome dreams last night. And I think they were all isekai. 🤔

There was one where this kid was looking for his dad and it was night and he was supposed to meet him at this circus. There were lots of attractions, some sort of fair or something. It was busy. He fell asleep earlier and missed the meet up and when he got there suddenly the joint got SUPER bustling, like all of a sudden all the attractions' people came out and did this.. not a flash mob but they all had this routine. Different ones going on all at once, it was organized chaos.

It's amazing how no one ran into eachother. One group were acrobats and clowns and on the move, winding between other groups as they performed. And another was this huge army of what looked like human toy soldiers riding on some toy creature like horses (they and riders were all in yellow and red) and they were stampeding, going around and around the fairgrounds. Main character almost got run over like 3 times just trying to dodge their route. (It was unpredictable)

When they got to where the tent was supposed to be, it was gone. Some cranky guy with his own shabby tent was there. He said that place wasnt there anymore, that they had moved locations. (There was also mention of another group that were in trouble for rumored dog abuse or something. I dont know how they factor in with the circus tent)

The kid went looking and ended up near an ocean beach. Where did this ocean come from. Guy comes running across the sand but its too late, kid steps a foot into the water.

It's not a regular ocean, its like the portal to another realm. A monstery realm. The waves suck him down out of nowhere and he just sinks waaaaay, way way way down.

And he's not wet, he can breathe. Can't see anything. But hes going "it's okay, I'm okay." Over and over. And that he knows hes going to the monster realm, but he'll be fine-

because apparently this is the start of the third story in a trilogy and hes dealt with these beings before, has made both friends, neutral acquaintances and enemies, so hes familiar with how things work, so he'll live.

The water goes from brown and murkey to bluer and this blobfish looking fish comes in view. It bumps its mouth into the kid and at first he pushes it, like 'dont eat me' and then he pets it. The fish kind of swims past him then and he grabs onto its tail and this fish pulls him for a bit until hes somewhere near the surface.

He lets go. Says thanks. Suprisingly, the fish says you're welcome and leaves. 😳

He climbs out of this canal, surrounded by buildings. Pretty metropolitan. Immediate area looks nice, a glass ceiling and tiles all over. Further along theres things like highways, construction... Theres a big excavator with a scary face, like that crazed grasshopper in A Bugs Life. ��� He just workin'.

Kid ends up at like a bus stop. Something pulls up, but it's at gutter level. And at first glance it looks like a portable landfill. He climbs in with the other people/things and there's theater seats covered in random junk. Just so much junk. Like socks, football helmets, raggedy stuffies, bowling balls..

But don't touch the junk because mimic-like things live among the junk and if you grab one it'll eat you. Kid grabs a sock to move it so he can sit. He feels it ripple and chitter as he tosses it away.

I don't remember much after this. The plot changes and theres like a group of like 4 teens who come to the realm loking for one of their own. (Not the same guy, i don't think...) They get taken in by this rich old lady. I thinks it illegal because while she gives them sanctuary she also kind of refuses to look at them like shes nervous and/or kind of disgusted about it.

They ask for food but are ignored but she directs them to a snack cupboard of things they assume humans like.

There was like. Fruit cups filled with Reese's pieces. A box of cake mix. Lota tubs of frosting. Cheese crackers. Granola bars. A lot of good junk. There were cups of something like "honey flakes" which looked like it was supoosed to be a cereal but was probably more like a cup of that bee pollen pellet things.

There were wraith things out behind the house, some of them look like jawas. There was a gated hallway that led to grounds below the house but they need weapons or something because these things would hurt them. They get down there and theres a whole sublevel that dorsnt look like its underground. It looks like a really nice campus.

Oh, but they got to it by diving into a river. Not a natural one, it was surrounded by red steel constructs. It had algae and vegitations like a natural cold spring. Some of the kids dove in but one hesitated and watched these black-clad scary, spikey warrior alien things go in after them. So the last kid dove in after them.

Bad things caught up where they needed to start climbing some rock face, and the last kid jumped onto a baddy to try to slow him down. He was very pokey. Hard to hold onto. Didnt pay much attention to the kid though.

They all met up at the campus area, where the river settled. Don't remember how they fended them off..

Then there was another plot.. Which also took place in some underground city. Most of it looked like a parking garage but there was a city too and a little grassy mountain top with one little cottage that dropped a little waterfall between crevases. There was some guy who was expected to be like 'the chosen one' and have some kind of lost knowledge.

Turns out there was some secret involving the water? 2 small children fell off the waterfall straight down the mountain. He dives in after expecting them all to die but the littlest kid is like 'dont you remember?' And gives/reminds him the secret which is something like 'trust the water and relax' and they do and they hit the water without being injured and they all live, yay.

And there was some turf wars between groups of kids who lived down there and a leading bully. And that plot centered around some savior (possibly one of the group of teens) who supposedly fought him into submission and acquired special loyalty and submission from everyone but he doesnt remember this and no one else does either.. The only witnesd who could tell the story was missing. But it looks like they'll need to recreate those circumstances to get the situation they need. Like a following army.

Any there was an entirely different plot that was very DnD adventure but it was the first dream so I dont remember it as well...

[gothreigen]

it’s ok i’m just going to listen to childish gambino and melt through my mattress like a science experiment only the teacher was allowed to demonstrate

[shatteredfears-arch]

  Mama’s gonna paint the streets with blood. 

[angryducktimemachine]

He is getting really worked up about those books.

The whole Jurgen Leitner Harrison Campbell rant was provided by the fantastic @franzis-frantic-thoughts.

(yes we know it says Howard. Hamid is too angry to remember names.)

ID under the cut because it’s a bit longer

[ID: two digital, fully coloured drawings of Hamid from Rusty Quill Gaming, ranting about a book.

Hamid is a brown-skinned, egyptian Halfling with dark, curly hair. He is wearing a purple three-piece-suit and is holding a purple book titled “When Passions Collide”. In the second drawing he has orange glowing eyes, scales across his cheeks and sharp claws.

The text above him says: “HOWARD CAMPBELL??? STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING HOWARD CAMPBELL GODS DAMN FOOL BOOK PUBLISHING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT BARD OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN AUTHOR MOTHERFUCKING HORWAD CAMPBELL STOP RECORDING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT HORWAD CAMPEBELL I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE SELL SO MANY FUCKING BOOKS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO HAVE HIS CHARACTERS FUCK AROUND JUST LET THEM BE SINGLE IS HE PINING IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST BEARD

[Zolf from the side: Actually his moustache was fine, thank you.]

GET AWAY FROM ME! if i wanted to get into an afterlife plane and one of the gods said horwad campbells waiting inside i would breathe fire at that gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

[Azu from the side: Hamid!]

if i have to deal with horwad campbell speaking one word in person on voice in this pub not only will i close the pub i will burn it down out of spite and well all have to move somewhere else for the experience of being somewhere where he was not i dont even know why i hate him so much. he writes books. but i am just mad because im aro he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whos obsessed with his lost love and wanted to project on his otherwise solid characters ill go ham

[Wilde from the side: Ham-id]

BETTER have had a lover try and kill him cuz if he didn't im going to.

[Zolf, to Wilde: Wait. You don't think Bertie and Campbell...]

heres the tip jar Hope and Heart Hates Campbell book isnt even by him. vaguely mentions what is supposed to maybe be a reference and i lost it where the fuck is horwad campbell if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt crusty old man ill claw campbell and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge dragon fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final manuscript he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient draconic im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

[Cel from the side: And breathing little flames, buddy]

i hope theres a date given for when campbel died or will die so i can make it a reminder in my diary everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many love-at-first-sight books.” /End ID]

[whoreadsnowadays]

BROOO IT WOULD BE SO HEARTBREAKING BC YOU SEE WHERE BOTH OF THEM ARE COMING FROM AND THERES REALLY NOTHING THEY COULD HAVE DONE BUT AUGAH THEIR ANGER IS JUSTIFIED AN SUCH AUSJAJA

Idk but this is just one of my thoughts: Ok so little brother apologizes for everything and just wants to hear a lullaby b4 he thinks he's gonna die/is gonna die; and all I can think about are the angst possibilities w/ the brothers and splinter

PART 4 TIME PART 4 TIME PART 4 TIME !!!!!!

Here we go fellow clowns, strap in!!!!!! (Also uh can u tell I have a favorite 12 turtle? *looks at the end of this part* uh can.. can u.. can u tell??? Haha??)

-

Warnings; as usual there's probably cursing, a passing mention of lil bro's injury, and lots of crying <3 pls ask if I missed anything

( Familial ) 2012 ! Turtles + Splinter & Little Brother Reader

Part 1 - Shatter

Part 2 - Shatter the Mind

Part 3 - Shatter the Heart

Part 4 - You're Here

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Shatter the Innocence

Mikey and Donnie sat in the lab together. Silent aside from the sound of yelling from the living room.

When Mikey started his watch, Donnie had politely asked if he could sit in, to be in his lab and work on his small projects. He had practically begged Mikey to let him in, he didn't know what else to do with himself and he couldn't bare the thought of being in the living room.

And Mikey obviously let him in, he couldn't just lock Donnie out of his lab. And he understood the other's need to do something with his hands. It was a trait they both shared, though Mikey tended to get bored easier than his genius brother.

After a minute more of silence, Donnie spoke up from his place at his desk, back to Mikey, who was sitting next to your cot as usual.

"They finally snapped." He spoke simply, and Mikey sighed.

"Why do they have to fight..? Why can't they just.. I dunno.. be nice?" Donnie was about to respond, but Mikey was on a roll, "I mean I have plenty to say to them! But you don't see me going out and starting a yelling match."

Donnie frowned as Mikey sighed behind him. "Why can't we all get along? Why did this have to tear us all apart..?"

After that there was another long silence, both of them unable to answer the question Mikey had posed.

And then, a while later, "Mm.."

Mikey's eyes shot up from the floor, staring at you in shock. He watched your frail form shake slightly, as you forced yourself to speak.

"M...m..."

He looked over at Donnie, watching as he turned towards you with wide eyes. He made eye contact with Mikey, before they were both standing at your side.

"M.." you practically whined out, your face twitching as Mikey gently grabbed your hand.

"It's okay little dude, it's okay, I'm right here man-" he spoke softly, using the most big brother voice he could muster, as he reached and grabbed your hand.

Donnie gently placed his hand on your leg, and stared silently, unable to come up with words to say.

Somewhere deep in your mind you felt a warmth bloom in your chest, different than the warmth of flowing blood and shattered bones, this was the warmth of knowing your big brothers were here. They were right next to you as you woke up, right at your side like they always promised. They were here, and now you had to meet them halfway.

"M..ike..?" You mumbled, and he squeezed your hand again, shaking as he did so.

"Yeah man, it's me," Mikey spoke, feeling tears fall down his face and onto the cot below him, "A..And Don too! Donnie say something-"

He turned to look at Donnie, and saw his big brother suddenly hunched over the cot, his unoccupied hand covering his mouth as he silently sobbed over your form.

Mikey felt more tears fall down his face, just barely stopping himself from breaking down right along with him. He was about to cover for Donnie, but his older brother spoke up before he could.

"Hi. I'm.. I'm here." He spoke softly, gently patting your leg, before he had to muffle himself again.

"H..m...hi" you spoke, your voice broken and shallow, and Mikey felt the damn behind his eyes break.

"I.. I'll go-" He sobbed, before taking a breath and squeezing your hand again. "I'll get Raph and Leo just.. just stay awake a little longer okay?"

Donnie watched as Mikey made his way out. Silently hoping he wouldn't get caught in the fray between their older brothers.

Honestly he was surprised neither of them snapped sooner, Raph had kept his anger almost entirely in check, and Leo had done all he could to keep out of Raph's (figurative) hair.

He knew it was only a matter of time before they both had enough, he just felt so bad that it had to be on the day their little brother miraculously started responding.

Speaking of, Donnie had never seen Mikey so.. Responsible? Thoughtful? Doting? He handled you so well and spoke so softly to you. All while Donnie could barely get his words out of his throat.

His little brother matured in an instant, and it made Donnie feel hollow, yearning for the innocence they had so quickly lost.

He snapped back to attention when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Leo's. He glanced up and saw a concerned look on his face. But underneath that, Donnie instantly recognized the tightness of his jaw, and the tense look in his eyes. Their fight must've been bad.

Donnie removed his hand from his face, smiling a bit and nodding at Leo, silently telling him he was fine. It was obvious that Leo did not believe him at all, and he was surprised when he simply let it go. Their fight must've been really bad.

Raph was at your side quickly, looking you over as he spoke softly. "Hey. Uh.. how.. how are you feeling?" He asked, feeling stupid as soon as the words left his mouth. Obviously you were doing shitty.

"E..every..th..ing hurts.." you mumbled, and all four of them felt their heart break in their chest, "c..can't move.. n.. n can't open..o..pen my eyes.." it sounded so hard for you to speak, and Raph felt guilty he had asked you to say so much. Even if you had decided to elaborate all on your own.

Donnie took the opportunity to dive back into work, wiping his face and giving your leg a squeeze before rushing over to his desk and writing down the things you had said, coming back over with his clipboard and paper in hand. As much as he wanted to ignore his feelings and focus on your health, he couldn't bear the thought of not being by your side.

Raph nodded and watched as Mikey sat back down at your head, resting his own head next to yours on the cot. Tears were streaming down his face, and yet he was smiling. Still overjoyed at the sound of your voice after so long without it.

Raph felt himself wishing he could feel that joy too. He couldn't, not really. Not because he wasn't excited or happy to see you okay, but because he was scared. Scared this wouldn't last.

But he took a deep breath and shook away those thoughts, he couldn't think about what if. Only what was happening in the moment. And in this moment, you were responsive. You were alive, even barely, and you were responsive. That was enough for now.

He turned and looked past Leo at Donnie, who was staring at your chest in that distant medical way of his.

He slowly looked at you again, before gently asking you to elaborate. And as he watched and listened to you, he noticed both of his brothers indulging in the sound of your voice. He hoped you realized how much you were helping them, just by making your presence heard.

Leo kept quiet as Raph continued to gently ask you questions, simply watching your face as you started to speak a bit more fluidly.

He wanted to say something to you, he wanted to apologize, to hold you, to beg for your forgiveness, to tell you just how much you meant to all of them, but he found his mouth practically glued shut.

Why, was the question. Was he afraid of pissing off Raph? Sure. He didn't want to set him off so soon after their fight, didn't want to start anything in front of you, didnt want you to know the words that had been said in the living room.

He was scared, that was obvious. Scared because he didn't know how long this would last. Scared because maybe Master Splinter was right. Scared because he had started to convince himself you couldn't be saved. Scared because he couldn't bear the thought of indulging in the moment knowing it wouldn't last.

The next few hours went by like a blur, the others kept talking to you, even as your voice died out from overuse. And when you finally mumbled, "..'m.. tired" That's when Leo spoke up, indulging in the familiar feeling of settling back into his role as leader, even for just a moment.

"Okay. Okay.. let's leave him be, he's tired. He needs rest." He spoke softly, and as the other three made eye contact with him, he saw it in their faces. They were all afraid he wouldn't wake up.

Leo felt his breath hitch as he took in this information, recognizing the same feeling in himself. "I.. I'll stay with him tonight. You all need sleep. I'll watch over him and let Master Splinter know what happened." He offered, mostly to Donnie, knowing his purple clad brother would rather die than be left to explain the situation to their sensei.

Donnie contemplated for a moment, before nodding, allowing Leo to take his shift this evening.

Slowly, and very, very hesitantly, they all shuffled out of the room. Donnie stopping in the doorway to look towards Leo. "I'll take your shift in the morning Leo." He offered quietly, leaving no room for argument, before he stepped out of the lab, leaving Leo alone with you.

He glanced over at you, silent for a moment as he sat down where Mikey had been, staring at your face.

"..are you still awake?" He asked softly, and you hummed an affirmative. "Okay.. just.. try and get some rest okay? I'll be right here the whole time." You didn't respond. And suddenly Leo felt so disconnected from you, the feeling of sitting next to a stranger hitting him like a truck.

He slolwy put his head down on the cot, away from the teary puddle Mikey had left. And he finally, finally let his tears fall.

He fucked up so bad. So so bad.

He shook in place, gasping for breath as quietly as he could. He didn't want you to hear him like this, so broken down and distraught. It was bad enough the others had seen him out of it for the past two months, but the thought of anyone catching him like this made his stomach come up into his throat.

He stayed like that for what felt like forever, heaving and gasping for air as tears continued to flow down his face, before suddenly he heard your voice again, and his head was up in an instant.

"L..leo..? P..plea..se.. p..lease...be th..ere please-" your voice wavered, breaking and shaking as you struggled to speak.

The fear and desperation in your voice made his big brother instincts go into overdrive, his pride be damned, he needed to make sure you were okay.

"I'm-" his voice broke, wavering the same as yours, "I'm here little brother, I'm still here." He spoke, reaching to gently hold your hand.

"L..eo..! Leo, 'm.. 'm s..scared. don't wa..nna.. can't.." you were panicking, and Leo rubbed your hand slowly.

"Hey it's okay, it's okay.. you're.. you're scared to sleep?" And when you hummed a shaky yes, he could've cried again. His baby brother, scared for his own life.

"Okay.. what if.. what if I talk to you all night? Keep you company? And I'll tell Sensei and Donnie to talk you through the night too, that way.." he hesitated, forcing the optimistic words out of his mouth, "..when you wake up, you'll wake up to our voices. And.. you'll know you're awake."

There was a moment of silence, and Leo felt his chest constrict with that all too familiar anxiety, before finally you hummed out an okay, and he could take a breath.

"Okay.. I'll talk, just.. give me a moment to think." He spoke softly, squeezing your hand.

Now.. what to say? He was never good at rambling, he never had as much to say as Mikey or Donnie did. They always had something to talk about. Mikey about his various activities, and Donnie about his work. They both had something they loved to ramble about. What did Leo love to do? What did Leo do that he could talk about for hours?

He blinked, coming to a realization as more tears overflowed. Of course.

"So.. episode one, season one, the Space Heroes pilot."

[wizardfrog69]

୨⎯ "Happy Halloween!" ⎯୧

This is just random Halloween headcannons, have fun reading! :)

Cw: killer clowns

Feat. Fukuzawa, Yosano, Atsushi, kunikida, Jun'ichirō, kenji, kyoka, Dazai, ranpo, mori, ace, Chuuya, Higuchi, Hirotsu, Elsie, Kajii, Oda, ango, Fitzgerald, Louisa, John, Edgar, Mark, Nathaniel, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma, Natsume, Shibusawa. (I cannot bother to write their full names)

Yukichi Fukuzawa:

Have fun trying to convince him to do anything remotely related to Halloween

Found a cat on Halloween once, took them in and called them samhain; pronounced as sa-win (its the original name of Halloween)

Has a bowl of sweets for kids, if there are any

Ranpo knocks on the door, gets let in, eats all the sweets

And stole all the sugar

This is why fukuzawa never keeps anything sweet in his house

Except for his s/o ofc

They get eaten by Ranpo too

When the kids knock on his house they low key get a fright when they see him cuz he looks pissed off 24/7

You have to open the door

Or the cats if you also look pissed off 24/7

Akiko Yosano:

Probably dresses up

Sexy doctor anyone?

Sexy doctor and sexy nurse couples costume

"Fake" blood

Visits haunted houses

Watching horror movies while eating candy stolen from the kids

If there are kids trick or treating then are definitely coming to your house

Idk why they just do

The house isn't decorated or if it is then it isn't decorated a lot

Who knows why the kids love going to that house

Atsushi Nakajima:

Never did Halloween

Gets cat inspired make up and has to wear it all day

Got chased by killer clowns

Has a lot of fun

The house is decorated but just a little bit not too much

Wanted to dress up as a mummy

Went trick or treating

Got candy

Got sick

Went trick or treating next year

Doppo Kunikida:

Do you really think he will do something so unprofessional as Halloween?

Well ofc he will, its for the kids

He just has a bowl of sweets in front of the door with a sign saying 'one per person' they all get stolen by a group of kids

He had to leave somewhere for some reason and caught a kid taking 2?!?!?!?!!!! The kid put one back and ran away.

Dazai put a fake spider on his desk

And in his hair

And his house

His house is filled with fake spiders

He saw a spider on his book of ideals and thought it was fake

Untill it moved

Than thought every fake spider was real

Jun'ichirō Tanizaki:

Made Halloween cookies for everyone

Made bone shaped biscuits

Probably dressed up

Idk what he dressed up as

Maybe he decorated the agency a bit

Kenji Miyazawa:

Had lots of fun

Went trick or treating

Dressed up as a farmer or scar crow

Dressed honako the second aswell

Brought the cow around everywhere he went

Found one of dazai's fake spiders and took it outside so it wouldn't get killed

Theres a fake spider somewhere in the bushes

It's gonna stay there for ever

The fake spider found the book

Kyōka Izumi:

Went trick or treating with kenji and Ranpo

Ate all the sweets she got

Also got sick

Was sick with atsushi

Next year still went but didn't eat all the sweets

Dressed up

Had lots of fun

Osamu Dazai:

Annoys kunikida 24/7

Bought 20kg of fake spiders

Got in trouble

Dressed up like a mummy and covered himself in fake blood

Drank the fake blood

Now I wanna drink fake blood, it probably tastes bad, oh well, I still wanna taste it

Wanted to go trick or treating

Scared all the kids

Also got chased by a killer clown, two in fact

Ranpo Edogawa:

Dressed up as a witch, with heals

You cannot change my mind

His legs hurt after a long day and night of walking from house to house

Gathered like fifty-something bags of candy

Ate them all in one sitting while watching horror movies

Complained about the movies not being realistic or the characters being dumb

Complains about not having enough candy

Ogai Mori:

Went trick or treating with Elise

Dressed up as a vampire (or a furry)

He didn't have to do anything cuz he already looks like a vampire

No one goes trick or treating at his house

Ace:

What if he puts the collar on himself?

Dresses up as card

The 2 of daimonds

Cuz he's a -2/10

Probably wears a suit with a card design or something idk

Chuuya Nakahara:

He didn't dress up 😒

Ig he wants to be boring and unoriginal 🙄

If Elsie wants everyone to dress up than he dresses up in fear of the boss

Dresses up as a magician idk

Does magic tricks

Ichiyō Higuchi:

100% dresses up

Idk what tho

I seriously don't know help

Ryūrō Hirotsu:

Dresses up as an old man or something idk

Elise:

Dresses up as a pretty princess

Or a doll

Or both

Dresses up like that one doll that I regret not buying

The doll was really pretty and would look great on a shelf next to puppet clown

The doll cost like 20€ tho

Hope she's still there

Very pretty doll

Goes trick or treating

Motojiro Kajii:

Dresses up as a lemon

Commits mass arson

Also gets chased by a clown

Sakunosuke Oda:

Obviously does Halloween

Dresses up as a vampire

Chases the kids

Goes trick or treating with the kids

They all have fun

Tells the kids not too eat too much candy

They all do, including him

Watching nightmare before Christmas, Corpse bride, Caroline

Caroline traumatized the kids

Watching Tim Burton movies

Ango Sakaguchi:

He had work :(

Sorry

Francis Scott Fitzgerald:

Idk why I call him Francis Scott Fitzgerald and not f. Scott Fitzgerald or Francis Scott key Fitzgerald

Oh well

Now I wanna read the great gatsby

Or the book about incest

He wears a suit MADE out of 100$ bills

It cost him alot but it was worth it, showing all the peasants how broke they are

There was a Halloween sale at target

He bought three pumpkins

He didn't know what to do with them

I stole those pumpkins and ate them cuz pumpkins >>>

Drinks that autumn drink from star bucks, I think its called like pumpkin spice or something idk

I drink real coffee like real men 💪

Calls autumn fall

Louisa May Alcott:

Didn't dress up

Also got chased by the clown?

Idk everyone is getting chased by a killer clown

John Steinbeck:

Dressed up like some guy named George

Idk why he just did

Doesn't do trick or treating?

Edgar Allan Poe:

Dresses up like a black cat

Has an army of crows waiting for him

For some reason he was sitting in a haunted looking mansion with a bunch of crows and black cats out side?

Such a silly emo guy with social anxiety

Ranpo came by to steal all his candy

Poe was hiding away thinking it was some kids

Ranpo bargded in and realised Poe has no candy for him 😔

Karl:

Chilling with the cats and crows

Karl is better than all of them

Karl slays fr

He has pretty pink bows in his fur

Who knows how they got there

Do yall think karl listens to Eminem?

Mark Twain:

Went trick or treating

Tricked all the kids

Cross dressed

Tricked some people into thinking he was a woman

It didn't last long tho

Still had fun

Nathaniel Hawthrone:

He doesn't need to dress up

God will protect him from the evil spirits

Doesn't participate in Halloween

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

As I've said before he is forced to dress up as a rat by Nikolai

Got chased by a cat

Got followed by the clown

Wasn't scared of the clown

Also worked 😒

Ivan Goncharov:

Was just happy to be there

He dressed up as a grim reaper

Grim reapers people 🥰

Nikolai Gogol:

The killer clown that chased everyone (and followed Fyodor cuz Fyodor wasn't going to run away

Fyodor was no fun 😒🙄

Scares and chases all the kids away

Goes to a haunted house

Or houses should I say

Pranked everyone all night

Probably terrified everyone

Sigma:

Was forced to dress up and got chased by the clown

Didn't want to dress up to look unprofessional

His employees did dress up, only some of them tho

Got Halloween cookies cuz he deserves them 😌

Probably to dress up he has on some make up on

Idk, if he would wear a costume

Sōseki Natsume:

He turned into a cat and goes on a walk

It would be so fun to just be a cat and chill

Like fr

Dresses up as a wizard btw

Tatsuhiko Shibusawa:

Is also forced to dress up

Doesn't tho

Idk he turns into a unicorn man again

Cos plays Shakespeare with his skull

Dresses up as a dead person 😍

Hope you had fun reading my monstrosity as always, please request tho cuz my ideas are limitless in a bad way. Happy Halloween everyone!!!!

NB! credits of the 3 pictures at the top to the artist! I didn't make them!

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fucked up. | jjk sm au

⇆series: #fake

⇆main ship: gamer!jungkook x student!reader

⇆genre: angst, angst, and angst and then some fluff

⇆word count: 4.5K (unedited)

⇆warnings: theres cussing, unprotected sex, (wrap it up smh.) riding, dirty talk, tension between yn and jungkook, slut shaming, taehyung x lou ;), taejoon friendship confirmed, jimin and yoongi fight, jungkook and yn fight, everyone is messy tbh

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Yn ; October 31th | 11:21 pm

The minute you and Lou are entering the house, everything is in full swing. People scattered all around, some at the bar table filling their cups with whatever type of booze they could, others dancing, playing beer pong, and much more that you knew Jin would throw a fit about later.

Lou is parting ways with you, automatically walking her way to the booze table and pushing some guy you’ve never seen over as you make yourself home to a space on the couch. Lou looked pretty, just like your dark angel costume, she’d placed herself in a white version, the curve of her body showing nicely. She was indeed a pretty angel.

Taehyung is the second person who you see tonight, walking up to you with the same smile you’ve known since fifth grade. “Care if I join you?” He’s noticeably a vampire, the corners of his mouth leaked with fake blood as his red contacts contrast with the costume.

“Sure, Lou went and ditched me… as usual.”

He’s laughing, the only sound that made you feel comfortable in this crowded house full of people you’ve seen but never made the time to get to know. The two of you had finally been able to talk after a long time and it was nice. You and Taehyung were good friends and you hoped it stayed that way.

“I like your costume.” He says, taking a quick glance over at your outfit, but deciding that if he looked any further it would make you uncomfortable.

You’re smiling at him this time, settling into the party as your side tucks into his. “You want something to drink?” Nodding slowly, Taehyung is standing up and walking towards the bar table.

It had been a few minutes of you sitting there when you decided to walk around the place. Loud music with people’s chatter to overlap with it. You easily are swinging past bodies, trying to find Taehyung’s figure who wasn’t at the bar table any more. It wasn’t until you feel a hand on your shoulder when you are close by the backyard sliding doors that you stop. “Hey.”

You turn and there Jungkook is, red solo cup in hand, and a smile placed on his face as your heart pounds. He looks hot, black hood over his head with clown makeup decorating his face, his jeans ripped like always. His costume was simple, but even so, still made your heart race.

He had been waiting to see you all night, got here early due to Namjoon’s request to get out the house and help, and so seeing you here made his heart happy, made him happy.

He’s taking a long glance down your body, swallowing hard when he notices that you aren't wearing alot to cover your figure, parts of your body like your cleavage and thighs on full display to him. “Like what you see?” You tease as he frowns down at you, which has you laughing, unintentionally placing your hand on his chest.

His gaze softens the minute your touch is all he feels. “Why don’t we go somewhere quieter?” He asks, watching as you move closer to him every time someone pushes past you. “Sure, follow me.” You say as you slip your hand into his and start leading him past others, not noticing the blush that rises on your cheeks.

Namjoon ; October 31th | 11:37 pm

Namjoon was a tall.. a little too tall handsome guy, to which he had found out by the longing glances he would get from girls and even so guys. This was not his usual thing, never had himself at a party so he was determined to find someone he knew and hang with them for the majority of the night.

Slipping past a few people, he’s coming into sight of Taehyung, choppy brown hair displaying in messy waves as a red solo cup had been accompanying him for the night. Namjoon is walking up to him, dimples on full display, which has Taehyung splitting his gaze from something to him in an instant. “Yo dude, like your costume.”

Namjoon did not plan to go all out for this simple halloween party, and seeing as Jin told him that it was a costume party, he opted to dress up as his future career. He wore a bright orange nasa jumpsuit, one that his mom bought him per his request. He wanted to be an astronaut and sure hell this kid could do it.

“Thanks.” Namjoon takes a seat beside Taehyung, finally realizing that his attention wasn’t on the 5’11 tall ass guy seated next to him, but rather on a shorter girl who’s doe eyes were scanning around the kitchen.

Namjoon recognized her almost instantly, didn't even have to question it by the way Taehyung is sighing hard. “When has she looked that pretty, and why am I just realizing this.” He blurts, Namjoon not knowing if he’s talking to him or to the air that this party didn’t have enough of.

“Why don’t you talk to her?” Taehyung cocks his head in Namjoons direction, an unrecognizable look on his face. He had been watching her the minute he assumed you found Jungkook, his gaze not being able to falter at all from her direction.

“I don’t know man, I don’t want to fuck up our friendship.” Taehyung admits, he didn’t know whatever the feeling that he felt right now was. But he did know if he were to explore it, he could possibly fuck it all up.

“Well, you never know. That’s why they are called “leaps of faith,” namjoon shifts in his spot on the couch, watching as the girl they had been looking at is startly approached by another figure. “You never know. If you don’t go, others will.”

Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice, getting up from his seat the minute the girl’s face crinkles in uncomfortableness at the other unknown guy. Taehyung didn’t know what would come out of him and Lou, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t ignore how he felt at that moment.

Jimin ; November 1st | 12:03 pm

If there was one thing Jimin knew, it was that costumes at Halloween parties are not mandatory. He very much disliked dressing up in some tacky costume, like a couple who had just walked past him as a firefighter and a dalmation. Fucking lame.

Instead, Jimin dressed hot, dressed in clothes that he wore all the time, but for Yoongi, it made his heart pound and Jimin knew that. Could tell all just by the way Yoongi would take long glances the whole ride to Jin’s and would constantly suck in air the minute Jimin is softly brushing against him.

Jimin had been seated on one of the bar stools in the den of Jin’s house, carefully watching as Jin and Yoongi go at it in a round of beer pong. Yoongi was losing terribly, his attention too intertwined with the blonde that was sitting comfortably behind him.

Jin’s turn was next, only had three more cups to go before Yoongi was completely plastered, which meant that Jimin would have to drive them home. Yoongi was already starting to become drunk, the smell of booze making Jimin’s nose crinkle in a cringe. Drinking was overrated.

Jin takes one of the balls in his hands, angling his hand as he squints before chucking the ball, the sound of a plastic ball hitting liquid making Yoongi groan. “F-fuck man.” Yoongi grunts, slipping the ball out of the cup before tipping the cup up to his lips and chugging the rest of its contents.

Jimin watched with distaste, Jin smirking widely before waiting for Yoongi to try his shot with the remaining eight cups left on Jin’s side. “Man, I think it’s far to see I've won.” Jin says taunting but Yoongi glares hard at the older male. “You, you shut your big lip ass up. I can do it just fine you f-fucker.”

Yoongi reaches his hand down into the small basket full of ping pong balls, grabbing the plastic orb and trying to copy Jin’s movements, but failed with a drunken stance, the ping pong ball bouncing off the table and onto the floor.

“S-shit.” He groans, Jin smirking as Jimin rolls his eyes. There was no way that Yoongi was going to win and it was starting to annoy Jimin because he was sitting here watching him just drink and drink.

Soon enough Yoongi was sipping down his last drink, proving ultimately that Jin won fair and square. “Damn dude, usually you beat me. Must be my lucky day.” Jin laughs out and Jimin slips off from the bar stool. “I’m going to go get me some water.”

Yoongi being completely plastered was a bad thing. Not only was he extremely clumsy but he was ill-tempered and acted rash and right on the spot. So the minute he’s coming to the conclusion Jimin’s leaving him behind, he’s turning fast and accidentally spilling the remainder of booze on Jimin’s clothes.

“Fuck! Baby I didn’t mean to.” Yoongi says, not paying attention to the looks people are starting to give the minute they realize what just left his mouth.

Jimin didn’t care about his clothes, but what he did care about was Yoongi just outting them out. Outting him out. Yoongi had been trying to wipe away the stain with his hand, not even understanding that wasn’t how it worked.

Jimin slapped his hand away, Yoongi’s face forming into a frown as he realized Jimin was pissed. “Don’t fucking touch me.” Yoongi finally realized around him that people were watching, looking back at Jimin.

And here came the ill-temper that Yoongi had when drunk.

“Are you fucking embarrassed of us? What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Yn ; October 31th | 11:42 pm

You had found no one occupying Jin’s guest room, slowly leading Jungkook inside and locking it so no one could come busting inside and interrupting the two of you. Which was usually drunks and or people looking for places to fuck.

Jungkook sat on the end of the bed, his usual man spreading pose coming into your line of sight. It makes you blush, having to stop yourself from being anymore of a fool that you could possibly be.

“Hey, you can come sit too.” Patting with persistence you’re sitting down with a slight giggle that has Jungkook smiling back at you. He had noticed the blush that placed your cheeks, his starting to burn.

“You’re blushing.” You blurt out, that has Jungkook flinching as a slightly irritated look was on his face. “You’re the one who’s blushing.” He says, eyebrows furrowed as you look away from, trying to cool down your face.

“It’s because of you,” he speaks out, his straightforwardness never faulting in his personality. You turn your head to face him, face bright red with doe eyes piercing his gaze. “It’s because of you that is making me blush.”

At this moment your heart is beating fast, his body shifting closer to yours as you swallow hard. Jungkook has always been clear cut, always knew what he wanted, but when you came along, his dynamic changed. He wanted you, and he wanted to prove it.

“Tell me if you don’t want to.” That’s all he says as he waits for your response. Your heart almost about to burst out of your chest. You wanted this, for him to kiss you again and to be wrapped up in just him. “Go ahead..”

That is all you had to say before his lips are in the space of yours, hearts beating at the same pace together. His hand slowly creeped up and intermingled with yours. Your stomach filled with butterflies, his warmth and smell surrounding your senses.

The next thing you knew, you were spread out on the sheets of Jin’s guest room, Jungkook’s flushed face and deep breaths as he doesn’t know what he wants to do first. “I don’t have a condom.” He says, because obviously he didn’t think he would be over your naked body like this, about to fuck you like this.

Your response is filled with shyness, the fact you’ve never let someone look at you like this, and because he didn't know he looked so adorable at this moment. Hair standing up every which way, eyes hooded, and cheeks pink. “You can continue..”

“Is this your first time?" He asks as though that should be the response to what was about to happen. You can't help the giggle that tumbles from your lips, gesturing along to his slightly shocked face. "Yeah, it is." 

He's coming over to you, looking you in the eyes as you slightly bite a hold on your lip. "Ah, uhm okay. I’ll be gentle, just tell me if anything is hurting." He talks distractedly as he investigates your body and you can't tell if he’s nervous or just doesn't know what he’s doing.

Whenever he's settled on his decision, he's moving to lay over you once more, your legs spread out towards him. Going to press another kiss to your mouth, however you're halting him before your lips are contacting. "You can chill too, you know? I don’t expect this to be perfect." 

He’s nodding his head, before sitting up and pulling his shirt off his head, which was the last article of clothing that made the two not fully naked.

"How about you ride me," An idea that plainly flew into his head, however he's finishing, moving back and onto his back. You couldn’t help the blush that crept up on your face the minute his hands came in contact with your waist, placing you above his torso.

He’s moving to align himself perfectly with your entrance, a slight moan escaping from your lips the minute you're slowly slipping to be seated on him. He groans, his hands coming to make a place on your hips. You didn’t know what to do at first, this had been your first time, and it wasn’t like you were taking notes on how to be fucked.

It was the way he would moan differently that had you figuring out a better pace for the both of you. His head had been placed back into his pillow, at an angle to where he could watch how your tits would bounce and exactly how your wetness would pool down onto his dick. “God fuck baby, you feel so fucking good.”

His words rolled off his tongue with such ease, you hadn’t been uncomfortable at all by his dirty talk. And he knew that just by the way your walls would clench and a longed out whine would slip past your lips. If you did that again he probably would have cum right then and there.

His hands held a tighter grasp on your hips the minute you were placing your hands to rest on his chest, your hips rolling at a quicker pace, his dick rubbing up and down on your walls. “Fuck..” His tip slips back as you bring down your hips back onto him. 

“Yeah baby, just like that." He praises, voice stressed as he feels his cock jerk somewhere inside you. He's not even sure where you learned this, because plot twist you didn’t learn it anywhere. Your pussy fixes around him at the finish of his words and it pushes him to the edge, making him throw his head back again.

It’s when he’s feeling his high coming that he’s moving your back, your chest pressed to his as he’s moving his legs and thrusting into your pussy. You moan loudly, his nails digging into your hips as your hands are tangled in his hair. Lips finding each other as you could feel your climax reaching too.

He doesn’t stop his fast thrusts until your moaning non stop, the feel of your nails digging hard into his hair, legs shaking uncontrollably as the two of you are hitting your climax. The sound of his moans mixing with yours as the only person you thought about was him.

His arms stay around your body until the roll of your hips transforms into little jerks, gasped breaths hitting his neck which has him smiling softly. His neck cranes so he can get a decent glance at your face, a fucked out smile on your face. “Damn, dick that good?” He teases as he feels a huff pressed to his skin.

You're fast to turn in his arms, scrunching your nose as you gaze toward him. "You suck, you really looked hot in that costume," He laughs loudly at that, as he rests his nose in the crook of your neck. You're immediately loaded up with warmth as his arms wrap themselves around your waist. He wanted nothing but to stay in this moment with you.

An all around recognizable feeling starts to pool in your stomach. It was beginning to get harder to contain your complete infatuation with Jungkook, to hold yourself back from falling excessively fast. The way he had been holding onto you gently, drawing circles with his fingertips, and even humming softly, you knew you were fucked.

Yn ; November 1st | 12:37 pm

Soon enough Jungkook is slipping away from your grasp, checking the constant notifications dinging from his phone which made him shoot up from the bed and hurry up to put on his clothes.

“Woah- Is everything okay?” You ask, pulling the sheets with you to cover yourself. Jungkook could see the worried expression on your face, “Yeah baby, don’t worry Hoseok needs me down stairs, Jimin and Yoongi are fighting.”

The minute you are hearing his words, you have to digest. First, he called you baby and boy did you like it, and second Jimin and Yoongi were fighting? You were shocked, hurrying to get out of bed but Jungkook is stopping you.

“No. You stay here okay? I’ll come back after it’s all done, it’s just so you don’t get hurt.” That’s all he says before he’s rushing out of the room leaving you with a shocked and worried feeling.

It had been about twenty minutes and Jungkook still hadn’t come back, so you decided that you would go see what was going on by yourself.

Walking down the stairs in one of Jin’s hoodies and shorts, you heard a lot of yelling, but most importantly crying. Slipping through a few people your heart almost broke at the sight.

Jungkook had been holding back Yoongi as Hoseok and Jin did the same with Jimin, Yoonig’s face streaming with tears, eyes red and nose bloodshot. “Why the fuck are you so scared huh?? Am I nothing to you?!?” He screams, trying to claw out of Jungkook’s hold as Jimin’s eyes are just as hurt as Yoongi’s are. “I never said shit about that Yoongi! I just wished you would have given me time!”

Yoongi can’t control what he’s feeling at that point, tears still streaming as he’s still trying to fight his way out of Jungkook's hold. “You’re my fucking boyfriend Jimin?! Why is that so hard to accept??” Everyone is shocked as Jimin breaks down. You had never seen Yoongi so hurt before, never seen him cry and sure as hell never seen him interested in someone. Jimin doesn’t even look Yoongi in the eyes before he’s leaving, slipping past people who were recording, tears streaming through both of their eyes. Yoongi screams after him, begging him to stop walking and come back but Jimin doesn't and you could tell it broke Yoongi more.

Soon enough Jin announces the party will continue and for no one to panic as him and Jungkook lead Yoongi up towards his room, trying to calm down the crying guy with every walk.

You needed something to drink after that, today was a lot to process and a drink from whatever was in the bottle that was in your hand would suffice. “Now bitch, boy do I have some tea to spill for you.” Lou’s voice rang from beside you, a bright smile on her face.

She instantly notices you’re in Jin’s clothes, but decides that she’ll ask you about it later, but first she needs to tell you about what she just experienced. “Girlfriend guess who just kis-” She doesn’t even get to finish her sentence before someone is walking up.

Lou steps beside you the second her personal space is being invaded, the look on the guys face nasty and uncomfortable. “I’m glad I finally found you again, I never got to ask your name before that one guy came.”

From the way Lou shudders and the way he talks you can tell she’s met him and doesn’t want to again. “Listen dude, she’s not interested.” You speak up, but the guy doesn’t take his hint, a sour look on his face the minute you’re interjecting.

“Listen bitch, why don’t you go get fucked somewhere else alright?”

He’s motioning towards Jin’s clothes, a ping in your chest the minute you realise he just slut shamed you, an instant feeling of discomfort coming through your skin. Lou is seconds from saying something before Taehyung is stepping behind the guy and coughing loudly.

The guy falters, looking over his shoulder and swallowing down. “You know what? I think my friend just called me.” No one gets to say anything before he’s walking fastly away, a worried expression on Taehyung’s face. “Yn? You alright?”

You couldn’t move, the minute you are hearing the concerned voices of Lou and Taehyung has you unintentionally crying. Taehyung doesn’t know what to do when he sees this, softly reaching out and grabbing a hold on your arm and pulling you into a hug.

Jungkook ; November 1st | 1:13 pm

Jungkook helps Jins put Yoongi on his bed before he’s walking across the room into the guest room and being hit with emptiness. He rushed downstairs and looked across the house only to see people going back to what they were doing.

It’s when he looks toward the kitchen that he sees you, but what he sees makes his thoughts run loose. He couldn’t deny that since the day he had proposed to “fake date” that maybe you still thought of it like that and even so, liked Taehyung.

He was pissed, pissed because now he was convincing himself that you played him, pissed at himself for slowly falling for you when he shouldn’t have. He’s walking over towards the kitchen area and clawing you out of Taehyung’s grasp. “Man what the fuck.” Taehyung frowns hard at the younger guy, but Jungkook isn’t looking at him.

“I think it’s time to end the deal.” Jungkook seethes through his teeth, his jaw clenched as you looked confused. Lou and Taehyung were confused behind him. “Jungkook why are you ups-” He doesn’t let you finish, the grip on your hand tight. “I was stupid to think you liked me, but you know what that’s what I get huh? I mean I was the one who suggested for you to fake date me to get over Taehyung for Lou. But even still it looks like Taehyung likes you over her.”

“You did WHAT??” And that’s when shit hits the fan. Jungkook’s eyes widen the minute he realizes what he’s said, Lou scrunching her fists around the cup she had in her hands, liquid spewing out.

“What a load of bullshit.” She doesn’t even look at Jungkook, her cold gaze directed towards you. You had seen this look before, always toward her mom or her brother when they severely pissed her off, but now it was directed toward you for the first time.

“I knew it was all fucking weird. But you two seriously took me for a fucking fool huh? I can’t believe this is what you do behind my back.” You were scrambling, trying your best to not break down. “Lou it’s not what you think-” She doesn’t let you finish either, grabbing a bottle of alcohol and throwing it on the floor, breaking it. “So this is the kind of friend you take me for!!” She looks you dead in the eyes, before turning around and realizing that Taehyung had heard Jungkook’s words. She couldn’t do this, turning around fully and running away, out the house or somewhere in the house, just anywhere away from there.

You push your way out of Jungkook’s grasp, making him realize that he fucked up the minute that he’s watching your back, your figure running away and out the house. You had just lost your best friend and the guy you were falling for all in one night.

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