#through and i feel old for sayin that lmao

[quiveringdeer]

Tag nine people you want to get to know better

tagged by: @shingekinomyfeelings

tagging: Anyone, just make a your own new post but tag me so I can read!

three ships:

kiribaku (it's consumed my every waking moment these two are so perfect together! and I just wanna be in their cuddle huddle!

my fave marvel rp polycule ship with my babe @koiwrites - Alison x Steve x Bucky x Wade = "The Loves" 💕

there are so many, but the one on my mind right now is Katara x Zuku -atla

first ever ship:

gosh I have no idea, I wanna say myself and Sesshomaru or Kurama from YYH.

I've also been a sessrin shipper since the jump cause I never saw them as familial in any way, more lord and vassal like him and Jaken. But also if you go through my fic reblog tags it's not like I'd give a care nowadays anyway if that was the coding--fiction is fiction for this here grown adult. 💁🏽‍♀️

I do stand by them being the best example of consistent mutual respect in that series though--and also that the whole thing with the new series shoulda been handled way different and taken hella different artistic choices in character design. 😒

buuuut for a phenomenal alt au, no demon powers, closer in age, beautifully paced sessrin fic with wonderful world and character building, please check out: Song of the West by Ophelly

not completed yet but it's soooo well done, seriously!

last song/album: Can't Rember to Forget You by Shakira ft. Rihanna (shuffle playlist)

last movie: Wish Dragon (recommend!)

currently reading: Lots of KiriBaku threads on twitter

currently watching: Tiktoks on watercolor basics

currently consuming: Many random ship content things on Twitter and mha comedy skits on the tok

currently craving: a true vacation where I actually get to rest and rejuvenate

[clownsuu]

i have so many curious questions about the designs for each of your characters. like, home having big floaty cloud hair?? how do you decide/design them?

I always wanted to talk a sec about my Home's design lmAO so I guess I'll take a sec to do a lil ramble about him

Cw me ramblin my ass off HDHDHJD

Every time I make a design for a character, I always gotta look at everything about em in some way and try my best to implement each iconic aspect of them in their design- from minor to major differences

So like his head, his blue flow-y hair was inspired by his roof and what's underneath his building (that little black void with the swirl- it somehow translated to whispy curly hair in my lil noggin). His colors of his facial hair is obviously colored according to his normal version (red facial hair/brick, a yellow line for the door). I also wanted a way to implement his windows, cause it's a very iconic look for Home, so boom, g l a s s e s (I was gunna put bumps underneath the frames but it looked weird so I just gave him long ass lashes)

His stitched up body/outfit is mostly inspired by the armchair wally sits on that has a very noticeable Barnaby print in the back. Although iv never really drawn it, Home's pants have patches of every single character's skin on it (yes the spots for Barnaby and Howdy would be fluffy LMAO). And his shirt, although it doesn't look like much, the two color patches on his shoulders are color inspired by the trees behind him, and his sleeves obviously of the greenary around him. (also his race, Iv debated what athnicity he'd be since there were two (or three for both) to choose from (wally being afro-latino), and iv ultimately decided Latino, since a large part of my family is such and I know a lot more on that culture being born in it)

As for age? Home himself to me just f e e l s warm and comforting, he has big soft eyes and is literally a Home, so what kinda person makes you f e e l (likespiderman) like home while also being one? A more elderly figure, specifically that one elderly person you feel so comforted being at home with as a kid, smothered in love and happiness and never wanting to leave smhhh. I just wanted him to make you feel like at home whenever ya get a hug by him.

Also his relationship at first wasn't actually gunna be Wally's father, moreso just a guardian, but after he was done being colored and such (and I got a lotta comments sayin he looks like wally) I just went "f it" and made him wally's dadpa (nobody can really choose if it's father or grandfather- I say father since wally is a grown ass man, but other says grandpa cause home is so old looking lmAO, so he gets to be both).

I didn't want his relationship with wally to be anything NEAR negative, but rather a huge comfort and support Wally has with a guardian (yeah adults can live with their parents it ain't that weird). One of my biggest drives for it was cause Wally is heavily neurodivergent coded, and the last thing I wanted was to have a large scary figure in Wally's life terrify and heavily dictate Wally's choices to a point Wally is completely suffocated and extremely uncomfortable. Not only that but lock Wally inside refusing him to do what he wants and getting upset over the smallest things? Complete nightmare! Specially someone who's neurodivergent! Sure I like the suspense and drama in a alternative universe, but in the main one I'd rather not. At least for me anyway (as a neurodivergent whos gone through similar things).

[ccrites]

Signal Lost

I've had something happen to me that's so incredible and that I could have never hoped, something so touching and so unbelievable that it made me rethink a whole lot of stuff: a wonderful reader on Ao3 started reading my long-form fic (101k words!!!) and commented basically every chapter after a certain point. And wow, I would have never thought something like this might happen.

And yeah, it is my first fic with plot in it, yeah I will never believe it to be perfect, but it's good enough. And receiving all those emails from Ao3 really was the highlight of my days over the course of which I saw said reader slowly go through all my favorite parts!

And so I wish to give it some spotlight here, while I'm finishing up my school year and work and whatever! I will post this here for now, but I will drop chapters every few days and make a Masterlist for it this weekend. (nvm I don't have the energy to do this any time soon lmao) I have too many loose ideas in my head so this is just to pass the time till the brain worms wiggle all in the same direction

So without further ado:

Link to AO3 here : Signal Lost - a John Price x reader fic

----- here's a blurb to pique your interest!

“I don’t think I’ve ever received a document as classified as this one. What am I supposed to do with it, Kate?” he says, dragging his thumb across the pile of papers, each file filled with more ink than the last.

“You asked for proof, there’s your proof,” Laswell says.

“You said you’ll bring someone competent, and who can help us, this doesn’t tell me shit.” He stares blankly at the screen, tired. She stares back.

“The Captain specifically asked to keep this under wraps.”

He rubs at his face, scratching at his beard. It’s getting long again.

“Who is he, anyway?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

He groans again, picking up the file on top. No photo, no name, no age, no height, weight, no nothing . And he thought Simon was secretive.

“What can you tell me?”

“It’s the closest we’ve ever gotten to him. Did things a particular way.”

He shifts through the papers. “And the discharge?”

“Left after the entire team got wiped out. Messy stuff.”

“That why he doesn’t show his face?” He bends forward, grabbing the cigar from the ashtray and bringing it to his lips.

“John.” Her voice carries a heavy warning.

“Just sayin’,” he says, biting around the cigar with one side of the mouth. “What kinda captain doesn’t go down with his men?”

“Got enough guilt as is. You’re lucky I convinced them.”

They both remain silent. They know the missions would be a slippery slope. One wrong move and a war is started. He puffs a cloud of smoke.

“Anything else?” John asks.

Kate looks to the side, her face illuminated by another screen. He can see her hesitate, her lips are pursed in a thin line as if she’s debating her options.

“You’ve worked together before.”

His face lights up. “Finally! Who?”

Her face immediately hardens back up. “Can’t tell, John, my hands are tied.” She sighs. “You were still a Lieutenant.”

Years ago then. He mentally catalogs everyone he’s ever worked with, but he knows that at that age, he was throwing himself at every available mission, wanting to make a name for himself. “So an old fart then? How’s that gonna help us?” If the guy was a Captain when he was still a Lieutenant, and he felt himself grow old, he can’t imagine who Laswell is bringing back from the dead.

Laswell’s face distorts, he knows he’s pushing her buttons, but he has to know.

“Not older than you John.”

His eyebrows raise. “Oh?”

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or

returning to the military to hunt Makarov is hard enough, to do it with your past lover is even harder. a "friends to lovers to enemies to friends and back to lovers" story

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Tags and other CW: will be posted for each chapter containing warnings for more hardcore stuff (i.e., torture and angst namely), but this is a fanfic, with smut, so if you want all the tags feel free to check the ao3 link bc there are a LOT and I am lazy to retype them all here

[dandywonderous]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @kiaxet

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

210, but about 110 of those have been copied over from my old FFN account (almost all of the One Piece fics, basically).

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

709,457

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I'm mostly only writing for Rise of the TMNT, but I have written a lot for One Piece and Free!, as well as Twisted Wonderland, Persona 5, Fire Emblem 3 Houses, FFXV, KnB, and others.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good (ROTTMNT) 2. Tight Fit (FFXV) 3. Tapping Out (ROTTMNT) 4. Lab Accident (ROTTMNT) 5. Things Overheard (Hiding Under the Bed of the King of Athens) (Hades)

5. Do you respond to comments?

No |'D I don't know why but it just gives me anxiety so I don't. I do appreciate the comments, I'm just bad at responding. I'm sorry!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably this old fic where Sanji just dies in the end, but I think I have fics that are angstier in the middle even if they end better. For something that's not just the character dying, probably Herbal Tea (ROTTMNT), or maybe Failures and Heroes (You and Me) (ROTTMNT)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings so this is hard! Probably a tie between Tight Fit and IMBI, since those have their central characters going through pure hell but getting all kinds of love in the end (including romantic love in Prompto's case).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Once. This is the hazard of writing AkeShu (P5) lmao.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BOY I sure do. I write all kinds of smut, including a few gross kinks most people put in their hard nos. If you're poking around in my full fic list proceed with caution. Lately since I've been writing so much ROTTMNT I haven't been writing smut, though, since I'm more into the canon for the fluff and family feels. The last smut fic I wrote was The Appearance of Impropriety (FE3H), which is a Dimitri/Edelgard/Hubert threesome. And before that, it was a TWST AzuJami fic that, well, took advantage of Azul's octopus anatomy, if you get what I'm sayin'.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't really written fandom crossovers since I was a teenager and tbh I don't remember much about them, I think they were more crackfics than anything serious. I have written several AUs that use other fandoms, though. Probably the weirdest one I've actually written is a Free! RinRei Dragon Age AU, where Rin is a templar and Rei is a mage (the forbidden love of it all). I also have waaaay too many ideas in my head for an ROTTMNT FFX AU where Mikey is a summoner.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I remember back in my FFN days I would occasionally search up my fics and find them c/ped to random clickbait sites, probably as a bot scrapping operation. But to my knowledge I've never actually had anyone take one of my fics and claim it as theirs. Even that bot reposting still had my username attached lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep! The fabulous @e-turn has translated several of my ROTTMNT fics into Russian! I've had other requests before, too, but I'm not sure how far those went. If anyone does want to translate my works, feel free! Just be sure you're crediting me, and if it's going on AO3 be sure to link the original!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have done some co-writing and some fic round robin events but none of them ever got to the point where they actually got published, because someone would flake out or we would just lose steam. I might be up for it, if it were a project we were both really invested in, but I'd probably have to be friends with the co-writer first.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

MMM this is hard... probably RinRei from Free! I've never felt quite as intensely about a ship as I did that one.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hold On To Me (KnB); I love it but I am so far out of KnB fandom at this point haha.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Character voice, I think; it's what I usually get compliments on and what I feel the best writing. In a way, fanfiction (and fandom RP) has really helped me think about characterization. Something I was certainly guilty of in my younger days (and that a lot of amateur writers are guilty of) was having my characters act as vehicles for plot, doing or saying whatever I needed them to in the moment to move the plot where it needed to go. This meant none of my characters had any kind of consistent characterization and all of them were samey. We joke about "he wouldn't fucking say that," but in a funny way this kind of thinking really got me to think about characterization and character agency. Before I would say, "we need to get from point A to point B, so let's do that." After trying to get into the groove of writing already strongly characterized characters, and please an audience with certain expectations, I found myself thinking really hard about what would motivate a character from point A to point B, and if the circumstances I'd set up weren't enough to cause that, I'd need to tweak them, or better yet, explore what I think the character WOULD actually do in that scenario (which may be more fun anyway). This is a skill I think fanfiction is great for helping new writers develop.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I wish I had stronger word choice at times, and had stronger imagery. I'll read lines in other people's work that just blow me away haha. I could never write so poetically, I think.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If you are good at a language, or have someone fluent helping you out, then go for it. There's no reason any work needs to be written in only one language. I'm not a purist on this. That said I also think writing "he said in Spanish" or something like that is fine. If it serves your purposes better for your fic to all be in one language, or you aren't confident enough to write in a different language, then you can just make it clear to your audience that a different language is being spoken now. Especially because I come from a lot of anime fandoms, I'm used to there being a sort of unspoken understanding that the characters are not speaking English and what we're getting is just the English approximation/localization of what they're saying. So this doesn't bother me. And of course, throwing in random Japanese exclamations in an otherwise English language fic always comes off a bit campy. I do think it's fine for things like terms of address and nicknames, though. I've never really gotten the hubbub over not having honorifics like "-san" or "-chan" in fics because the same people who usually hate that are also fine with "Señor" or "Mademoiselle" in writing and, like, what's the difference? Idk if any of what I said answers the question. My thoughts are that it's variable, ig.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically it was for the book Alas, Babylon, and it was a class assignment in 9th grade English.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Ah this is hard... IMBI is my longest fic and I'm really proud of how it turned out, but I think I'll always have a soft spot for I Keep on Hopin' (We'll Eat Cake by the Ocean) (TWST) - warning that this fic is NSFW and has explicit smut.

Idk who to tag. @aria-faye @unpredictable-probabilities @daboyau ? Anyone else who wants to do it feel free!

[meenatranslates]

InsteLive 3 - Akigumi Etude (Text Version)

InsteLive 1 - InsteLive 2 - InsteLive 3 (Text ver.)

(Live version here)

Translation under the cut!

Akigumi Etude - Valentine's Day Story of High Schoolers

Banri: ...Looks like it’s starting.

’Sup. It’s Akigumi from MANKAI Company.

Comment: I’ve been waiting for this!

Comment: I voted in the survey

Omi: Thanks for the voting.

Juza: I wonder which theme‘s been decided.

Taichi: Even we don’t know what’s the result, so it’s kinda exciting~!

Banri: Guess I gotta hurry and announce it then. Our theme’s gonna be...

“Valentine’s Day Story of High Schoolers”.

Comment: Brilliant lmao

Azami: Ain’t possible for this old geezer to act as a high schooler.

Sakyo: What did you just say?

Omi: Seems like casting will be decided through this lottery. Here, pull one.

Juza: Mine’s... I see.

Banri: Hey, this just got even more difficult.

Azami: ...Seems hard to express this one.

Comment: I wonder what kind of role is it?

Comment: So excited

Sakyo: Let’s hurry up and get started.

Banri: Damn, guess I gotta do it with the flow then.

Aight guys, we’re starting the Etude now.

—————

Juza: “This day has finally come...!”

Azami: “What are you talkin’ about?”

Juza: “Isn’t it obvious? Today’s Valentine’s Day, a sacred day that comes once a year!”

“I wanna get some chocolates from Angel-chan, the Madonna of the school!”

Azami: “Hmm, so she’s that cute?”

Juza: “Yeah! Those cute eyes of her can make ANY man fall on their knees.”

“Angel-chan, when will she come~?”

Taichi: “Hey, what was that about Angel-chan?”

Juza: “The heck, Taichi’s here? Man, I don’t wanna interact with this annoying guy~”

Taichi: “A frivolous guy like YOU won’t ever get a chocolate from Angel-chan.”

“Learn your place, buddy.”

Azami: “He sure acts tough... This type of delinquent still exists?”

Juza: “Hah! Girls would never give their chocolate to a delinquent like YOU nowadays.”

Taichi: “Jokes on you! I actually received some already~”

“There’s one from Yukko, Marippe, Sacchan and also from Yocchan!”

Azami: “Those nicknames sounded like they came from a Yankee manga...”

Banri: “Hey, be quieter. I’m trying to link my thoughts with the universe here.”

Taichi: “What the heck are you tryin’ to link for? ’Sides, d’you even get a chocolate?”

Banri: “It’s just a chunk of jet black, yet receiving one or not makes you feel emotional roller coaster...”

“You guys are still children, I see.”

“I’m crazy for not being interested in Valentine’s Day even though I’m a high schooler?”

“I take that as a compliment, thank you.”

Taichi: “I haven’t got a clue of what you were sayin’ at all.”

Juza: “As usual, Settsu sure is a weird guy.”

Azami: “Eh? Ah, yeah...”

Omi: “What’re you guys talking about?”

Juza: “Valentine’s Day!”

“Surely the popular guy Omi-kun received lots of chocolates, right?”

Omi: “No... I refused all of them this year just to get Angel-chan’s.”

Taichi: “Seriously?!”

Omi: “The number of sacrifices I’ve made is different than you guys.”

Taichi: “Tch...”

Juza: “He sure is on a whole different level than us...”

Sakyo: “Excuse me, what are you all doing here?”

“That is a path that you are standing on. You will be a bother to other students if you keep chatting there.”

Azami: “Here comes a typical honour student. He’s even doing the glasses thing.”

Taichi: “Oh shush! Don’t act so bossy just because you’re the class prez!”

Juza: “Can’t we make a fuss at least on Valentine’s Day?”

Banri: “President. If you want to pass through here, go over my corpse!”

Azami: “Just shut your mouth for once.”

Taichi: “You look serious and all, but aren’t you the one who thinks about today the most?”

Sakyo: “What are you talking about? I have no interest in that.”

Juza: “There you go again~ Admit it, you’re also fidgeting for Valentine’s Day!”

Omi: “I don’t know about these unpopular guys, but should I tell you about some tips on how to be popular?”

Juza: “Ugh, so pretentious!”

Sakyo: “I must read this reference book for the qualification exam before getting carried away by such an event.”

Azami: “The book’s upside down though.”

Sakyo: “Urk...”

“Choc— I mean— Today, I think I’m not doing well...”

Taichi: “He just said chocolate for a sec there.”

Juza: “He might as well think about returning gifts for White Day already.”

Sakyo: “W-what? I don’t think I’ll knit a muffler for the White Day and make it so that two people can wear it together. No, not at all...”

Taichi: “Dang, he really DID think about it!”

Juza: “So in the end, we’re all waiting for Angel-chan, huh.”

Banri: “It’s about time we settle this matter. Let’s end the futile conflict here.”

“My right hand... it’s aching...”

Taichi: “You just wanted to say that, right?”

Azami: “...By the way, who’s Angel-chan?”

Taichi: “Wait- You’ve been conversin’ without knowin’ that?!”

Omi: “Actually, who are you in the first place?”

Azami: “I’m Azami Izumida, who transferred to school here today.”

Juza: “You’re a transfer student?”

Taichi: “You should’ve said that first! You’re actin’ way too familiar with us!”

Sakyo: “Everyone, the teacher just contacted me. Seems like Angel-chan took a rest at home today.”

Juza: “Aight, disperse.”

Omi: “Bye, guys.”

Banri: “Everything has turned into nothingness...”

Taichi: “Just go home!”

Banri: Aight, that’s the end of Etude. Great work, guys.

Comment: Good job!

Comment: It was too funny lol

Comment: Juza-kun was really cheerful

Juza: My role was a “Frivolous guy”.

Taichi: And mine’s a “Delinquent”! I tried using Ban-chan as reference~

Azami: No wonder why I thought it was kinda similar.

As I said at the end, I’m a “Transfer student”.

Omi: I was a “Popular guy from Class 1” but I’m not sure if I did it well...

Comment: I laughed at the popular Omi-kun lol

Comment: Please accept my chocolate too

Comment: Was Banri-kun a “Chuunibyou”?

Banri: Yup. Man, I had a hard time comin’ up with those lines.

Y’know, I really like how Sakyo-san acted as the “Class president”.

Taichi: Sakyo-nii was being teased a lot that it was hard to hold back my laughter!

Azami: Pretty rare for you to do funny acts that many times.

Sakyo: It’s easy to emphasize comicalness with that kind of serious character.

Banri: Oh, it’s almost the time.

Omi: Everyone, thanks for watching us today.

Juza: I wanna do it again if we get the chance.

Sakyo: Also, thank you for voting. Thanks to you viewers, the Etude was successful.

Banri: See you in the next Inste Live.

Taichi: Bye bye~!

[aqueeracademic]

morse being queer (and other commentary) pt 18:

season 5, episode 2, “Cartouche”:

- lmao morse code

- get it?

- anyways

- the way people used to just… smoke? in movie theaters? i fuckin wish

- oh my god morse…

- i am obsessed with this man.

- debryn greets morse by calling him “neyland smith” which is a character from the Fu-Manchu books

- he’s like the good guy

- who is a detective

- super random reference but i respect the idea that debryn reads mystery novels

- at the time debryn is referencing the character, the movies The Face of Fu Manchu, The Brides of Fu Manchu, The Vengeance of Fu Manchu, and (i think) The Blood of Fu Manchu were already out

- with The Castle of Fu Manchu on its way

- there were several films BEFORE the ones listed above, but those are most prevalent as they’re the ones released in the 1960s

- three different actors play neyland smith across these films

- one of the actors to play the character in the 60s was Nigel Green who was recognizable due to his size and handsome face

- the second actor to play him in the 60s was Douglas Wilmer, who was known for playing sherlock holmes

- the third and final actor to play the character in the 60s was Richard Greene, who was known for playing robin hood

- what’s FUNNY

- is that all of these actors were known for being good looking and did some modeling or played strapping characters in their time

- obviously debryn references the character because he’s a detective, as morse is

- but it’s also funny that he chose a character that is supposed to be like… really hot

- and it’s even better because morse laughs at the quip, meaning he understands the reference and appreciates it

- love to see it

- there we go, five minutes in and you’ve already had your history lesson!

- let’s move on

- trewlove is way to good for fancy but i gotta respect her for liking him

- i can see it

- morse just staring up at that dude changing the movie titles out

- no need to b watching the dudes ass my brother 😁

- “these people are british subjects. passport holders. we have a responsibility.”

- YES BRIGHT

- he’s old as god but he ain’t racist

- i respect it

- morse disliking horror movies is so…

- idk how i feel about that

- wait no

- i thought about it

- he’s a detective who deals with homicide for the most part

- so it adds up that he wouldn’t like horror

- morse asking debryn if he goes in for horror and debryn basically telling him no and then they just stand there looking at each other

- they literally work so well together i’m SICK

- they’re perfect your honor 🗣️🗣️

- also i like the idea that, if debryn had said yes, morse might have gotten him tickets to that horror showing

- we know they hang out outside of work so who’s to say they wouldn’t go see a movie?

- and i bet you morse would suffer through a horror film for debryn

- i’m just sayin 🤷‍♀️

- joan helping immigrants for work is so cool

- i love her so much

- racist bastards 😐

- morse is somehow so awkward w girls

- and yet

- hes a fucking rizz GOD

- how is he pulling a girl like THAT?

- i’m sick.

- strange housewife agenda ‼️

- i love strange and joan

- and i love the idea of them together

- and i love that he calls her “joanie”

- and i love them.

- how on earth is this thursdays brother?

- AYO?!!!!????????

- HE FUCKED THURSDAYS NIECE?????

- never recovering from that

- having an organ player at a movie theater is so strange to me

- how was that ever a thing

- fancy finally asking the real questions🙄

- moharram is lowkey….

- let me just 🤐

- “no slight was intended, doctor.” “with the british, it never is.”

- YOU GET THEIR IMPERIALISTIC ASSES

- [i love all u brits out there i just don’t love your museums]

- [in fairness i don’t like several american museums either]

- [oh well]

- bruh… no shot fancy got drunk during his investigation

- he’s so embarrassing im sick of this

- “the thing about mistakes is not to repeat them.” “is that what it was? a mistake?”

- like i said, his rizz is unlimited, but once he’s actually got with them he’s AWFULLLLL with women

- i can’t stand it

- PLEASE the way she stands there upset and he thinks there’s something wrong w the bridge

- he could not be more ignorant with women it’s wild

- “im a policeman. im allowed anywhere.”

- first off, no. 🤨

- my tv just turned off the entire episode so i guess it’s time for a brief intermission

- alr she’s working‼️

- idk what the fuck that movie is supposed to be about but i know it would have like a 2% on rotten tomatoes

- work moharram!

- stand up for what’s right 🗣️🗣️

- snapping at waiters is the biggest ick of ALL TIME

- it disgusts me to be honest

- who tf r u snapping at 🤨🤨🤨

- if the picture moharram has on his desk isn’t of himself then ima j assume he’s gay

- thursday just having a stroke over bright joining them at dinner is killing me

- this old man reminds me of mark rylance

- aka one of my favorite actors

- i think he’s supposed to represent henry fonda or some such actor tho

- this girl morse is on a date with is having the night of her fucking life

- good for her ‼️

- i stan carol im obsessed w her

- his face after she tells him it wasn’t a mistake 🥺🥺🥺

- he is so self deprecating i hate it

- the way this usher was super cool and respectable and then says something straight up racist so morse and thursday are both like 😧😮😐

- like sir???

- the way the shot they take of the roxy combines the pristine white front with the rugged and sketchy looking side and back

- nothing i love more than symbolism that’s completely on the nose

- the pigeon hitting the car 💀💀

- it’s not funny but goddam

- his brother asking for a loan is the worst thing to ever happen to me and it’s scarred in my brain forever

- UPDATE MOHARRAM IS NOT GAY AND THAT PICTURE WAS OF HIS SON I APOLOGIZE

- moharram is right and should be respected!

- solid apology from thursday there tbh

- PLEASE why did that extra covered in blood TERRIFY me just now

- i need to go to bed 😔

- the casual racism from this old man right now…

- i love that this kid being a movie buff is getting him off murder chargers

- fancy 🥺🥺

- finally stepping up to the plate

- obsessed w him

- what the fuck is goin on in this cafe on this day 🤨🤨🤨

- once again, why tf are doorknobs so HIGH UP in this country?????

- who tf thought a doorknob right next to your head would make sense?

- it should be down by your hand like a good american door 🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🌎🏈💵💵🦅🦅🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

- joan and morse are so awkward i can’t handle it anymore

- morse showing strange how they spiked the orange juice and then just being like “i just killed you” 😜😜 is SO FUCKING FUNNY

- i always get so unreasonably nervous at these final standoff moments in this show

- like girl what r u afraid of???

- acting like i don’t already know what’s gonna happen 🤨

- all i can say is that i’m glad moharram is not the villain in this episode i would have been so damn mad

- the way he says “i was 19” 😧

- i’m so ill

- i hate war

- [certainly not an original statement but sure]

- he was obviously wrong to send them back into battle like that but he was a literal child and placed in charge of a unit like what did anyone think was gonna happen

- WOAH

- he just shot that dude no big deal that was crazy

- they’re all gonna die of smoke inhalation ☹️

- what on earth is gordon doing

- morse needs to get out of there asap

- why is he always a damsel in distress

- i don’t get it

- he’s just a lil guy 🥺

- [hes a middle aged white man with a pension and a drinking problem]

- brights office looks so different now than it did in season one

- im really not sure if it actually changed it just looks different

- “you’re the best of us, fred.” “the best of us never came home.”

- that was my final straw 😁

- “we are each of us, i think, keepers of the dead.”

- that line goes so hard i had to write it down

- everything goes dramatically downhill from here if im remembering correctly

- cant wait

[todayisafridaynight]

NOOOO RIGHT 'CAUSE LIKE... the way the Arakawa Family specialize in faking deaths already, I'm sure Jo was so on top of everything. And who better to walk Masato through it right... flight's the perfect time to get started if it's gonna take like fourteen hours...

BUT YES. YEAH. Like The Day Of he's just paralyzed with worry and caught between wanting to do something and not wanting to go against Aoki... maybe at most he chances calling Arakawa telling him to be careful, because that's not too conspicuous given his role in the dissolution, but Arakawa just gives him the old I'll Be Fine Worry About Yourself... and, you know, why shouldn't he; they've always had their enemies and he's Arakawa the Assassin, he can handle himself... he can let himself have that fleeting hope, but deep down... and THEN he finds out and has to act like he didn't mean anything to him and has to go back to his duties like nothing happened... OUGH

Can I just say. Literally such an insane fucking series of scenes in Coin Locker Baby. Because you get Jo's despondence when he's saying he might have killed Arakawa--he's being a bitch to provoke Ichiban into a fight, but it's also an admission his inaction played a part, isn't it... and then you get him expressing that he's familiar with Ichiban's need to protect Arakawa... and then you get the sheer desperation and insistence in his voice when he says he could never kill him... and then you get--I'm not totally sure how clear it is in English--but you get him actively saying his feelings go deeper than Ichiban's without really explaining how... and then you get the tinge of fondness when he's thinking back on the old days when Arakawa lived up to his name... Like. Why Did They Do That. Any Of That.

ALSO. GOD. I've gotten so much shit the past couple days because I said I want to lock Jo, Kume, and Tendo in a room for five minutes For My Entertainment. Reading those tags felt like coming home honestly 😭 Like, even Ichi was ready to kill someone over Arakawa, and Jo was out here threatening to disembowel people [in the dub]. And I Think They Should Be Allowed To. As A Treat. So FOR REAL the biggest "I'm so glad we get to talk" 😭😭😭

On that note genuinely so funny that I took an extra ten minutes re-rendering the video because I forgot to put the "flashback" part in Arakawa's subtitles at first but then nobody read it 😭

But it's also something I've been mulling over because I'm delusional. Getting actors as high-profile as Nakai and Takei back for just A Flashback is kinda crazy to me because Arakawa and Jo's screen-time took up a full four percent of the entire game [over ten percent of the cutscenes] originally. But then if it's multiple flashbacks equivalent to that... what exactly is going on here that the past is so intertwined...

And Because My Brain Is Evil there is the fact that technically speaking, Yokoyama only said that line was from a flashback, and specified Arakawa wouldn't be appearing in the main story. Now of course a normal person would interpret that as him reassuring the audience he won't appear in any present-day scenes, but part of me was like. Oh So A Side Story Is On The Table [<- it's not it's fucking not it will not be in a million years]

JUST. WHAT ARE YOU GUYS COOKING WHY IS THE KITCHEN DOOR CLOSED WHY ARE THE WINDOWS BLACKED OUT

ANYWAYS that's enough from me for today I am [as always] glad you enjoyed One Missed Call and Kyouen, ABSOLUTE bangers

YAYA THATS WHAT IM SAYIN YOU GET IT. UNSURPRISINGLY BUT YOU GET IT ಥ▽ಥ

no but thats what i MEAN like i already was jokin with myself like 'jo and arakawa probably had A Thing right lmao' BUT THEN THE WAY JO TALKED BOUT ARAKAWA AND OBVI THE GENERAL FACT HE COULDNT KILL HIM REALLY JUST MADE ME (。・∀・??) AND REAALLLY LOOK AT EM CLOSER THE SECOND TIME AROUND like genuinely for what. it will fuck me up until i'm dead and gone SOOO unnecessary and yet they did it..

wack that people wouldnt want to see kume and tendo stuck in a room with jo like. from what i know everyone is a part of the We Hate Kume gang so. cmon. kume will be shredded into candy floss within five minutes. it'll be fun (๑❛ᴗ❛๑)

OK BUT NAKAI AND TSUTSUMI'S STATUS WAS A BIG REASON WHY I DIDNT THINK ARAKAWA NOR JO WOULD BE BACK FOR LAD8 THAT'S SO VALID TO CONSIDER THAT its that idea that just has me especially wondering what the plan is. im not expecting them to have MAJOR parts (or in arakawa's case too many flashback segments) but they MUST have a SUBSTANTIAL amount to warrant bringing them back right..

[officeobject]

So, I have a 30 year old who stares at me back and likes me back who is exactly like my character who is 30 and has similar body-language + personality while also having name-parellels,

Then there's also gonna be some fashion doll plushies of anthro animals with pretty artwork and ugly dolls themselves that is over-priced but has a lot because they wanna make it big, in the year of me having a doll that means a lot to me and kinda represents me who is from a doll-brand with the same case except it discontinued and my biggest wishes were more stuff, easier-to-find clothes, and the ability to cuddle,

AND, I've found someone who has a lot of similarities with Colby who might also be a living ghost himself, who even likes Colby, and who even likes me but like a lot, but who also finally has Tumblr and really likes ghosts in general?

Also, shout-out to me being paranoid about the one who is similar to Colby, because he is ... similar to Colby ... even though Colby ... has many traits of an average teenage boy ... but yeah, as far as I know, he's at least not a fake account set up by mister Loser and his friends, because

That'd be too obvious, they're so similar at the details I got told at basically the fecking start - like, come on.

He can't have Tumblr, lmao.

Hasn't he moved on NOW at least?

He'd want me gone.

He wouldn't wanna talk to me again.

He's tired - bored, but tired.

No way his friends have the desire and/or ability to go through

I'm so tired of being paranoid, I'm so tired of living in fear, and of suspecting everyone, and of trying to convince them it ain't their fault, because trust me, it ain't!

Bruh, what you gonna do, make me dislike a few more things, lmao?

I'm literally suspecting this person ... who is a teenage boy ... based on ... common teenage boy traits ... THAT COLBY ALSO HAS -

He's not edgy as far as I know, YAY! 👏👏👏

They have differences ...

Okay, are we just suspecting EVERYONE who likes me here, or -

Colby's a living ghost ... he's real ... oh shit man I'm gonna end up suspecting Colby, lmao -

No mention of anything, anywhere.

He's (as in, the bad one), not doing well ... why would he go through MY personality?

Different timezones ... different timezones ... different timezones, and you're still paranoid -

I suspect everyone of eventually blocking me and/or eventual dislike, etc. Therefore, my paranoid feelings towards him, don't really mean any crap anyway.

Manifique Gerald from the Xanderverse is real, and I'm gonna wonder why the Colby-like teenager is fake?!

This is Tumblr, and I've already experienced Tumblr people be different from Quotev people.

Could've tried better, whatever the goal was, just sayin' ...

I got nervous less in a different way, or whatever.

I fear ... ANY ... teenager ... this fear is just another fear on top of that being a teenager -

Dude, haven't you accused OTHER accounts, of OTHER, paranoid things?

You are a paranoid person.

It's just deja vu and reliving crap.

You've deja vu'd and relived crap, even when it was just similarities.

If, hypothetically, mean dude was here to kick you down lower than the dirt ... why would he choose ... a random day ... that isn't even that far from "no longer clinginess" ... like ... WHAT?

He's had weeks ... acually, months -

Parallels are everywhere, crows are everywhere, life is changing, I don't know what is happening.

Above, but you try to predict every outcome to deal with change and to avoid getting hurt in the meantime and to have some semblance of control and whatnot, etc.

But also, me shouldn't worry, as I can just Xanderverse things out, man.

[aamethyst000]

Dude, im so bored but lazy (may 14,24 3:58pm)

holy hell, i could not get to sleep last night. i was tossing and turning, too cold then too warm. could not get comfy for the life of me. there was an itchy spot in my throat that would not go away, even after drinking half a cup of water. i was so irritated the majority of the night. i think i actually fell asleep at like 6am this morning, finally woke up at ten to two this afternoon. like what the hell, was it because i missed a a whole week of my anti depressants? probably. mostlikey. anyway. it was so irritating that i was debating whether or not i should even get up, just sleep some more. my body made the decision for me, i couldnt go back to sleep even if i tried. so, i got up, took the dogs out and made a pot of coffee. im not going to lie, even through all of that, i currently feel neutral about having a hard time sleeping last night. usually, id be in a bad mood throughout the day but nope, just neutral. no irritation or happiness. that normal? not that id know. me and the family tend to have shit sleep schedule. especially me and the cousins. it makes meeting up with them difficult for the both of us lol as irritating as it is, i think i should stop getting mad at that. they work and have a family now, so yeah priorities are all jumbled which is okay. mine arent set in stone either lmao i dont know how my older cousins did it, learning how to be a functional adult, taking care of your body more, eating healthier and whatnot. im bloody 25, going to be turning 26 in june and i still feel like im 16-17. is that normal as well? does it depend on the individual? i keep saying i should talk to my thereapist but i never call them. or even message them. summer's coming up so i think thattl be the best time for me to start up my thereapy sessions again. i dont even want to do my laundry, how lazy im feeling, like i know i have to get them done at some point before they pile up again but i just dont want to lol like those goddamn dishes i keep avoiding like the plaque. thats the only thing i dont like about adulthood. endless dishes, laundry and house cleaning every other week and every month. oh and the bloody over priced bills that we now have to pay. welp, onto my second cup of coffee and sit around in my room for a bit till i decide to write in my journal again. whenever that will be. typing on my keyboard seems to be stimulating for me, i almost dont want ot stop.could be old habit from being in highschool, writing a long ass page for my essay and presentaions (god i hated those with a fckn PASSION). being able to type now feels nice, i dont have to go on my phone to write my journal entries in now, i love it so much <3 anyway, back to laying about and being lazy :3

3:01am - it looks like that i wont get much sleep tonight again tonight. so im going to have a few puffins and watch some sherlock funny moments, or i just might play orcarina of time, the 3D version of it. to be honest, im on the lookout for almost every verion of sherlock holmes, in books, tv shows, and movies. i think im becoming obsessed lol not that i mind it. im living vicariously through either sherlock or john. i think mostly john lmao i dont think i can be that brilliant at solving crimes and puzzles. heck i can barely solve a fckn math problem without having a breakdown mid way through the paper, thank god i graduated. i will not have to go through that again, unless i get back into coding. which i do not think so, considering that it involves aboslute complicated M A T H. i despise math, if you couldnt tell lmao any who, i think i am done here, i just wanted to come back and finish the last little bit of my journal entry, i may add on to this tomorrow. i havent decided on that just yet. like i keep sayin, i really like typing on my keyboard lol i might get over this later on in my life, just not now. cause my god, it is very stimulating to type~ have a good night/day, my fellow readers~

may 16,24 12:36pm - so i decided to add more to this journal entry, i dont know how much right now but maybe ill decide later on or once i am done writing. today was weird. i woke up late again, at one thirty this time and my mood was okay, manageable. until i went to go eat at like 6pm (first meal) and also cook my mother lunch. at first, i only felt over heated. then i started getting a small pinch like cramp on the right side of my hip, then, i felt more over heated. i was sweating, i felt like i couldnt breathe, my appetite dropped but i forced myself to eat anyway (for obvious reasons), i came back to my room to open my window, take off my shirt and see if that helps me cool off. mind you, that took forever, like, to the point of the voices in my head getting louder and mean. i tried so hard to ignore it that i even whisperd shut up. obviously that didnt help, considering that i started crying afterwards. i think i remember seeing clear images in my head too, pictures of horrible things, for sure, but that was the first time in a long time that has ever happened. not since my very last anxiety attack. that was nearly 3 yeaars ago now, even i thought i was getting better, this feels like i took a couple steps backwards. which did not help with my breakdown. im not going to go into too much detail about what i went through today. just know that this one breakdown took a lot out of me. i almost wanted to ioslate myself the rest of the evening. i didnt, that would have raised way more human interactions than i personally wanted, so i tried to act like i was "normal" i never knew what that really, genuinly looked like so i dont know if i did well in that department. anyway, i marked this event down in my personal journal for my therapist to read over. hopefully that can help me figure out what method could work for me in the future. i get the feeling ill end up sleeping in tomorrow too. because of today, that is all i want to do. is just sleep. its the middle of the week though, got dishes to wash, dinner to prep and an appointment to make later on. i wihs i can take off from here for a week. maybe even 3 months would be fine. go to a cabin in the woods, smoke, read, watch movies, not have to worry about other peoples dishes other than my own, not have to worry about what conversations i have to prepare myself for, how muc enerygy i have to use up even though i do not have enough throughout the day. i just want a break from being an adult. anyway i think that is enough for the night so im going to sign off and rest as much i can. cause that felt like a lot. good night/day, readers

[powderblueblood]

What is your favorite thing you've ever written? Why is it your favorite? If you're down, share it with us! - 🖤

i spent my entire work day agonizing over this lmao because i honestly like to believe that whatever i'm writing at a given time is my favourite thing i've ever written (hyperfixation teas) THAT SAID i know you're sick of hearing me talk about HAI because it's the only thing i've written on this blog

so let me do you one worse

a fandomless story that started 10 years ago on this very website borne out of an rp group i used to run that was a blatant sons of anarchy rip off, such was the fashion at the time. tl;dr on this is it's about a cast of characters in a fictional town in the american west, the main players including the matriarch/acting old lady supreme of a motorcycle gang, a biker-turned-detective and a preacher moonlighting as a drug lord. the plot is involved and spans from the late 1980s to the 2000s and lives in my google docs. the thread that runs through it is enemies to lovers, classic me.

anyway, here's something from that that i do always go back to because i feel as if i know these characters like they live in my skin. it's my favourite because it's been with me longer than most things. 3.5k words of oc bullshit.

  Following his cameo appearance at her Christmas party, things were tentative between Rita Rader and Ezekiel Saylor. They acknowledged one another, but only if the ceremony actively called for it - and that wasn’t much. If anything, they were avoiding each other’s gaze. Rita still figured it was a case of shame on Ezekiel’s part, accepting help to steal out of Prosaic from the damned Diabla herself. She figured they would play out this ignorance for as long as Ezekiel could stand it - which, given he was a holy man, gave him a bandwidth of something like forty days and forty nights. She figured he’d only call on her if something from home came calling first.

   So you can imagine the depths her stomach dropped to when his name appeared on her caller ID one blistering Wednesday afternoon. She was working on stripping the wood of the white, brushing the detritus from her jeans as she stood up to take the call.  

   “I got a proposition,” he said, a volume booming in his voice that harkened back to his preachin’ days - he had her on loudspeaker, she could hear the rattling of his truck. “For you.”

   “Wanna start carpoolin’ to work?” Humor was usually a good way to throw him off.

   “How much you know about the Clover Hill crowd?”

   Rita set her lips into a line, set her paint scraper on the porch railing. “Not too much,” she told him, and that was the truth. The most she’d heard about Clover Hill was from Roscoe - it was the wealthier end of the town, which had a hard divide between significant riches and the poverty line. It was unproven but widely suspected that the residents of Clover Hill hadn’t come by their affluence by innocent means, but they were cunning as all get out about hiding it. And if Rita knew Ezekiel Saylor like she did, he was bringing them up because there was something worth knowing. Not that he’d ever tell her, of course.

   “Good,” he said. “Less you know the better - now, I’m not sayin’ this particular proposition doesn’t guarantee you a good time but a certain amount of ignorance, shall I say, will be bliss.” 

   “You gonna close in on the offer any time soon, Zeke?”

   On his end, Ezekiel barked a single chuckle and tightened his grip on the wheel. “Well, truth is, Rita… I’m in need of a date.”

   “A date. A date? You’re shittin’ me.” Rita’s eyes widened on her end - the pause for effect indicated he wasn’t kidding around, and he knew that she was a cat with a killer penchant for curiosity. 

   “See now, I got me a very exclusive invitation to a very exclusive party,” Ezekiel told her. “The kind only awarded to high ranking members of this here society we find ourselves part of - owing, I imagine, to my standing with the church.” 

   “And you’re askin’ me– why? Why not bring that sister of yours? Or how ‘bout that, uh, whatsername… your little church mouse secretary? Miss Barely 21?” 

   “Beecause, Rita, huh… the nature of this party is a little more adult. I ‘on’t think I’d very much want my own sister in tow.” 

   Alright, now she was really interested. “How adult we talkin’?” 

   “Keys in a bowl,” he spelled out for her.

   It was Rita’s turn to bark. “They invited a Bible banger to a swinger’s party?!” 

   “No leather jackets, that’s all I require. That, and your confidence.” 

   That was the real favor here. She knew she could go her whole life without knowing what went down at a Clover Hill swinger’s party, and Ezekiel knew she couldn’t resist the opportunity to find out.

   “Don’t tell me what to wear unless you’re buyin’.”

   “Duly noted.”

   “Oh,” Rita added, “and rent a car. You know I can’t be seen in your fuckin’ beat up truck if we’re gonna keep this on the DL.”

   “What, like I’m takin’ you to prom?” 

   The line clicked. 

   Rita’s growing bitterness for the Jericho Hallow PD needing Roscoe on so much overtime was tamed that night - thank God he was outta the house on business. She was at a loss the entire day as to what she’d do if Ezekiel Saylor came calling at eight while her man was still there. Didn’t even occur to them to make a plan for her to sneak out, something she was rightly very good at. That was likely down to Rita wanting to think about the implications of this as little as humanly possible. 

   This is bad, she thought, this is bad. But if this is a favor, then after that, we can call it square. No more doubletalk, no more danger. No more moving around in the dark.

   She buzzed with nerves and sank three bourbons before headlights flooded the darkened living room. But– hold up. 

   “Are you outta your fuckin’ mind?” she came hissing out onto the porch as Ezekiel eased his way out the rental car. “A Lincoln?” A lawman’s car. The same model as Roscoe’s car. 

   “Serious as the grave. See, I figured this would be beneficial just in case you are spotted - your alibi bein’ that you were out and about with your detective beau.” 

   “He’s workin’ a case, Zeke.”

   “Come on,” Ezekiel about rolled his eyes, “You’re tellin’ me he hasn’t taken a break from the line of duty to spend a stolen hour or two with his woman?” She had to hand it to him, he wasn’t wrong. “Don’t overthink it. We need to get ready.”

    He tossed a garment bag her way and headed into her house, uninvited, and she stalked her way up the stairs. 

   The dress Ezekiel had picked was black, shimmering, form-fitting to an almost tailored degree - not the kind of thing she would have expected from him. With her shoes on and hair unrolled, Rita looked like bonafide arm candy. She descended the stairs with a certain wariness, finding Ezekiel gazing up at her from the foot. “Alright. Well. It fits.” 

   “Ain’t you just the image of duplicity?” he breathed, smirking. 

   “Fuck you,” Rita sneered, “Let’s do this.”

   The car ride was silent save for Ezekiel briefing Rita on the Clover Hill lineup. This particular smattering of extra-marital enthusiasts was made up of the very people you’d least expect, and most expect - turns out the churchman himself got an invite by flirting with the right funeral parlor owner’s wife. Little did that poor woman know of the duplicity Ezekiel Saylor himself was capable of. 

   “So you show up to the swingers party for blackmail material. Exploit the so-called perversions of so-called upstanding people. Smart,” Rita assumed. 

   “Au contraire, Miss Rader. Folks’ sexual proclivities are their own concern,” said Ezekiel, “But–”

   “Ah, here it comes.”

   “--that don’t mean I can’t take advantage of the vulnerability readily displayed in their inner sanctum.”

   Always with an angle. Rita clicked her tongue. “And where do I come into this? Just a side piece, right?” 

   “Don’t underestimate yourself so, Rita!” Ezekiel slaps the steering wheel, pulling a bemused grin out of the side of Rita’s mouth. “You come from a place where you have to anticipate the violent emotional swings of violent men. You have a trained ear for hearing things far above your station. You have the confident demeanor of a well-weathered confessional. What I would like for you to do is to look, and to listen. Make ‘em comfortable around you, but not too comfortable, of course. Wouldn’t want to compromise your feminine integrity.” 

   “Little late for that now…” But she had to admit, hearing Zeke go on did have a certain effect. She knew what he was doing - making a concentrated effort to boost her ego. The thing was, he was right. And the thing was, it was working. “Sure. Whatever.” 

   “C’mon now, girl. Don’t pretend you ain’t a little excited.”

   He was alight that night. It was pretty amusing to watch. “I’ll never tell.” 

   “Now, just one more thing…” Finger held aloft, almost like Columbo. “In order to sell this, we gotta play the part. That includes… body language. I hope you won’t think anything and will in fact excuse a soft touch here and there. Just to, uh, sell us as a unit.”

   “Just don’t get fresh, preacher.”

   The dark heart of Clover Hill was your typical antebellum mansion, the grandiosity and the certain history of which put a sour taste in Rita’s mouth. Soon as they crossed the threshold, they were greeted by a booming voice. 

   “Fresh meat!” A dark, commanding figure that Rita recognized from somewhere stole up the remaining light of the room, coming toward them with his own long-in-the-tooth arm candy in tow. And in turn, Ezekiel placed his hand square on Rita’s lower back, as if to activate her. 

   “Ezekiel Saylor, I’m guessing. We haven’t had the pleasure… at least face to face.” 

   “Elmer Sloan. Why, you are everythin’ I hoped for and more,” Ezekiel said, voice humming like licked crystal. He looked like a dastardly wood sprite next to Elmer Sloan’s dark, hulking frame. 

   “If you come to flirt with me, you came to the right place.” Sloan’s eyes glided swiftly from Ezekiel to Rita. “Ma’am–”

   “Rita,” she purred, hand out, steel eyed. So this was the big boss. “And now I feel a little left out, ‘coz I ain’t had the pleasure at all.”

   “Why, Mr Sloan here is the sound overseer of all that passes through Jericho Hallow, Rita,” Ezekiel informed. 

   “And it took you this long to wheel the welcome wagon out?” Rita quipped, eyes mooning and never leaving Sloan’s. She could feel Zeke bristle a little, tap a finger on her back. 

   “Well, if I’d known a sweet thing like  you was ridin’ into town, I’da met you right at the county line.” Sloan shucked off his girl and offered his arm. There was suspicion there already, and Rita hooked her arm into his, playing the pantomime. “Check your jealousy at the door, Saylor. This is a house of sharin’ and carin’. You like moonshine, Rita?”

   “Love it.” She tossed a glance to Zeke, half wondering what kind of shittoss she was about to walk herself into. That she had let him walk her into. But he reassured her with a curt nod, and let them play on. 

   Cigars and moonshine. What a godawful combination. That was the plate du jour at a table surrounded by men, none of ‘em lookers. Two seats vacant - one for Sloan and one for Ezekiel, Rita assumed. Sloan settled, eyes lingering on her a minute as if offering her the chair. Then they snapped to Zeke. “Go on, son.” 

   Rita took her cue seamlessly, resting hands on Zeke’s shoulder and whispering just audibly enough, “I’m gonna go make myself familiar.”

   “How is it you know her?” Sloan asked. Rita greeted the segregated women at the bar, but kept in easy earshot. She knew fifty percent of them would be listening as well, the other fifty too concerned with not dancing with who brung them. 

   “Childhood friends, as it happens,” Ezekiel confirmed. One hell of a way to put it. 

   “How is it that a friendship manages to stand the test of time that way?” Sloan said, patronizing him in a way that was surely killing Ezekiel inside. 

   “Well, myself and Ms Rader have certainly had our differences… but our values have always aligned, though sometimes in parallel. We exalt loyalty above all else–”

   “Yeah yeah. Yeah yeah yeah. Too smart for the thugs y’all ran with,” Sloan cut him off, and Rita, from her eavesdropping perch, smirked into her Old Fashioned. Zeke hated to be interrupted.

   “What brings y’all to Jericho?” She could feel Sloan’s eyes boring into the back of her. Chills raced across the skin exposed in the low back of her dress. 

   “A fresh start. We wanted out of the west…”

   She was real good at talking pretty to these southern belles, and real good at passing the time while doing it. Truth of it was she was just doing her best Pearla Kelly impression - a Diablo old lady and her good friend out of Santa Cruz. All was going like gangbusters, ‘til a shadow cast over them and the ladies scattered. 

   “Rita Rader,” he hummed. 

   Rita placed her glass on the bar and angled herself toward him. “Elmer Sloan.”

   “I knew I recognized that name.” If he says that her reputation precedes her… A cold sweat threatened to gather. “Prosaic, right? You used to run with them… biker types.”

   “Used to being the operative, yeah.”

   “Hard life to get out of. Almost impossible, really.”

   “Thank god for little havens like this, then.”

   “Listen, girl,” Elmer Sloan growled, “I don’t appreciate outsiders comin’ into my holler and not wipin’ their boots on the way in, you catch my drift. Your man over there wants a piece of the pie.” 

   “Little forward,” Rita had to agree, “he oughta know you don’t put out on a first date.”

   “Good read. You’re used to dealin’ with men like me.” 

   “I’m a peace broker,” Rita said, eyes dropping a touch. 

   “You’re a glorified brothel madam,” Elmer levelled. A gaze like his bored right through her skull, right into her soul, right into her truth. “Or were. But that don’t mean you don’t got acumen of a variety.” 

   She resisted the temptation to take offense, though a less wise version of her might have. “What’s he after?”

   “Heroin.” Elmer laid it plain. “He wants in on heroin.”

   Rita’s eyes widened against her will. “Here I thought we were still in the flirting stages.” 

   A grin split Sloan’s terror-inducing expression in two. “He ain’t got the grace of communication you do, it looks like. 

   “No, he–” here’s something she never saw coming, “he’s brilliant. But Ezekiel is not accustomed to bending to anyone’s will. He’s a– he’s a doer, he’s not a charmer.”

   “See now, that’s where I say you come in. You’ve been in this racket before.” 

   Rita shook her head with a firmness. “Not directly, Elmer.” 

   “No, but close enough. I know what goes on. Shit, I probably know more about you than you’d care to guess,” Sloan produced a jar out of seemingly thin air with one hand, tossed the orange peel left over in Rita’s glass out with the other. “I know that despite your lawman boyfriend, you ain’t never turned stoolie, despite it all. And lucky for you, that puts me under the impression I can trust you.”

   A heat of panic chases across her chest. A flash of anger angled toward Zeke. Favor her ass. “No, I–” 

   “Came here under the guise of a bauble? Fuck off. You know what you’re here for. And if you don’t, he do.” Elmer pours her a curt serving of moonshine. Price of entry. “Fact is, I’m only gonna work with Ezekiel Saylor is if you’re part of the package.” He pushed the glass toward her with solid intention. “I want your connections.”

   “I was a biker’s old lady, I–” 

   “Don’t bullshit me,” he lowers his town again, not a growl this time but something closer to gravel. “I knew Bruno Mercer. And I know you kept some dirty shit quiet on his behalf. I know you know where things came from, where they went, and who to hit if they went missing. You know that list of names better than your choir boy over there knows the Lord’s Prayer.” 

   Rita glanced over Sloan’s shoulder – Zeke knocking elbows with the dumber faction of the Clover Hillians, teeth glimmering in a shark smile. Assured of his elevated intelligence, with no idea what was unfolding between her and the kingpin of the county. 

   “I want immunity.” She said it plain, and knocked back the liquid fire of her shot of moonshine. “You say you know what happened, then you know what kinda fire could be comin’ for me. I want protection for me and mine. You know how far I can spread this product for you? You know what territories my proxy can secure for you? You know that I know the names you need to secure your take of the kingdom? What I want in return is loyalty.” 

  “Exalted above all else,” Elmer smiled. “You keep me spread… I’ll keep you safe.”

  “And don’t use my name.” He quirked an eyebrow, but Rita was serious as the grave. “Don’t ever use my name. I’ll give you a fool proof link for every channel I can think of, but it can’t come from Rita Rader. Ever. First promise you make to me– tonight’s the last night you ever mention my name.” 

   He locked eyes with her, dark and serious, before the other party goers with Ezekiel included, started to swarm. “On my dearly departed Rosaline, I swear.” 

   “Elly, Elly, Elly, quit hoggin’ all the fresh chow!” One of the rowdier characters chuckled, slaps on the back aplenty - but no one touched Sloan. Rita could see that Zeke was a little more buzzed than she was, easing his arm around her waist real slow. She almost shoved him off, but they were playing the part. Rita turned her eyes on him. “Folks, I’m sure you’d hate to stop basking in that famous Saylor glow, but could I steal him away for a second?” 

  Humoured groans abounded, but Elmer gave a silent okay. His turf, after all. Rita led Ezekiel away, that initial panic fizzling out into adrenaline now that she had gained at least the illusion of security. And then as soon as they were in a dark enough corner, she started on him. 

  “You wanna know what he told me, Zeke?” 

  Misplaced confidence was bubbling out of him, the shine having buffed off his edge toward her. “Lemme guess, he tell you you was too fine a woman to be showing up someplace like this with somebody like me?”

   “Heroin, Zeke. He told me you want heroin.” Rita watched his face harden and could have slapped the shit out of him right then, right there. “Don’t you think you shoulda let me know just a little about the proposal before you walked me into this fuckin’ snake pit?” 

   “I–” Ezekiel swallowed whatever fight he was about to put up. At least he could call when he was in the wrong. “I was trying to keep your role in this as clean as possible, Rita. I swear. I didn’t mean for you to get cornered like that.” 

   She rolled that around on her tongue a second. How naive he was, given everything. 

   “He doesn’t trust you,” she told him. 

   “What?”

   “He doesn’t trust you. He knows,” Rita let out a shaky exhale, “about Prosaic. He knows about the bridges you burned, and the meth operation that went bust. How in the name of that good God you pray to do you think he’s gonna let you run heroin?”

   Ezekiel shook his head. “I got my methods–”

   “Fuck you,” Rita spat. “You got one method. And that’s me.” 

   “Woman, what the hell are you talkin’ about?” 

   Her voice dropped from a whisper to a hiss. “Saylor, is your head so far up your own ass you haven’t thought about the fact that I have far more connections than you do? Sloan tar could be runnin’ from here to the silver beaches with all who I know and you know that.”

   He knew that because that was the very reason he was hellbent on destroying the Lone Diablos in the first place. 

   “So what does this mean?” He was mad. The kind of mad she could see thrumming under his skin. 

   “He wants me to run point with you.” 

   Zeke’s eyes flashed at her. Alarm - that too many names might spoil the pot. “And if you say no?”

   “Then Elmer Sloan will make my fresh start in Jericho Hallow very messy and very painful,” Rita sighed, a laugh bubbling out at just how fucked up this had so quickly become. “And you’ll be blackballed.” 

   Ezekiel’s knuckles rapped against the dark wooden wall Rita stood at. He was conflicted. “And what’s stopping you from using them prized connections to throw us all into the hellfire, huh? What’s stoppin’ you from goin’ to the law?”

   “You trust me, Ezekiel.” She watched a couple of gawkers out the corner of her eye and remembered they had to sell this. “Why else would you have brung me here?” 

   Ezekiel, lost in his knot, barely noticed when Rita leaned in. Until she caught his eye, mere inches from his face. His jaw softened, and the smell of myrrh and moonshine and cigar smoke tingled at her nose. To any outsider, this would have looked mighty intimate. “What you just dragged me into, you’re gonna pay for it. Heavy.” 

   She watched as his eyes became heavy lidded, as irises traced the expanse of her face through his dark lashes. This was a banner night for men examining her on a non-sexual level. “The image of duplicity,” he whispered, and she could feel the heat of his breath on her face. “Fresh start indeed.”

Fuck you, Rita cursed him again, silent this time. For effect, for a push, she stroked her fingers along Ezekiel’s neck. Could have sworn that she felt his pulse quicken under her touch. “You best get me home before the lawman comes lookin’.”

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Fictober '19 Prompt No. 10 — "Listen, I can't explain it, you'll have to trust me."

Category: Original WIP: Partners Rating: T Timeline: before the first book, roughly 1940-1941 CW: none Word Count: 1,102 Additional Notes: this is canon but I couldn't be bothered to figure out how it all worked chronologically lmao

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"Oy, Reggie…are we there yet? Please tell me we're almost there."

Reagan swiped his palm across Ben's forehead, sloughing a layer of sweat from his skin. "We've only been walking for thirty minutes."

"And that's thirty minutes too long," Ben whined. He kicked an empty beer bottle down the mostly abandoned street and regretted it right away as the hard glass banged his toe up through his shoe. "This surprise had better be good."

"It's just a few more blocks. You'll forgive any and all misdeeds I've ever done after this."

"That's a hell of a promise." Ben stopped and heaved an exasperated sigh. "Can't you just tell me what it is? It's gotta be at least a hundred degrees out here, and I can still smell the bus driver even though we got off a half an hour ago. I wanna go home."

Reagan, still in his uniform from the diner, shoved his hand into the pocket of his white trousers and Ben heard a curious jingling that accompanied that move. "Listen, I can't explain it. Not right now. You'll have to trust me." He flashed a bright smile. "You do trust me, right?"

Ben didn't respond, but he knew he didn't have to.

The rest of the walk didn't take any longer than twenty minutes but it felt like an hour. They traversed a sweet little neighborhood, passing small traditional houses and perfectly manicured lawns. A woman stood out on her front walk, watering her grass, and a family across the street played ball with each other. The farther they walked, the higher up the ranks of class they seemed to climb until they were surrounded on both sides of the street by large middle-class homes that made Ben clench his teeth in a wash of envy.

"I don't get how anybody can afford a place like this," he said, throwing an arm toward the houses. "We're still sore from a depression. We know kids who still ain't got places to live. It feels…selfish."

Reagan came to a stop near a corner, having lit a cigarette, and stuck his other hand back in his pocket. "Some people worked hard and sacrificed a lot for this." He exhaled smoke away from Ben's face. "More than you'll ever know."

Ben shrugged. "I guess. Sure, then they'd deserve it. But I hate the idea of people who get money from their families and do nothin' to earn this kind of life."

Reagan stared down the road, squinting against the descending sun. "Do you think we'd deserve it?"

Ben looked at him, shielding his eyes. He noted the way Reagan idly picked at his chin, gaze sweeping everywhere, the way his Adam's apple bobbed. "What did you do?"

"I bought us a house, Benny."

"…What?!"

"It's that one down there." Reagan pointed across the street to a daffodil-yellow building with a small driveway leading to a garage in the back and a beautiful front porch large enough for two chairs. "It's less than five years old. Two levels…two bedrooms and a bathroom, and the kitchen is modest but nice. I'll have to buy a refrigerator, though, 'cause the previous owner still had an icebox. The garage is only big enough for one car but that's fine. That's all we need."

Ben couldn't gather enough intelligence at that moment to process the information, let alone voice his opinions about it. He blinked from Reagan's face to the house and back, several times, jaw hanging open. "You keep sayin' 'we,' what the hell does 'we' mean?!"

"It's your place now, too. You're movin' in with me."

"Oh I ain't movin' anywhere! What are you, stupid?" Ben dropped his hand and got directly in Reagan's line of sight, eyes wide. "Did you forget that I'm still only fourteen? You think Ma's gonna let me move in here with you when I haven't even left school yet?!"

Reagan grinned, though it more closely resembled a grimace. "We'll be closer to the city so we can start to play clubs. We should find a manager, figure out an act, that kinda thing."

"Hold your horses, Reg," Ben said, shaking his head and waving his hands. "I'm excited about all of this, too, but…buyin' a house? How long did you have to save up at the diner for that?"

Reagan went curiously silent. He took a deep breath, sans cigarette, and tapped his ashes onto the ground. He watched over Ben's shoulder with shadowed eyes as one of the neighbors put their empty milk bottles out in front of the door to be collected for the next day. The clinking of the glass echoed across the empty street.

"It's done," Reagan said, his voice soft. "You don't have to move in with me right away, but I want you to stay over sometimes. Maybe the odd weekend. You can live here when you're ready, or when Mama says you can, or when you graduate. Whichever comes first."

"What about your school?"

Reagan took a long, final drag of his cigarette and dropped it by his foot, twisting the sole of his shoe over the ember. "I'm still goin'. Don't worry about me."

And that was that. Reagan occupied the house in New York alone for an entire year, taking an hour and some change to get back to Jersey for Ben on the weekends and vice versa, until one day Reagan appeared on the front step of the Mertz house well into a Tuesday night, out of breath like he ran the entire way on foot.

Ben took a step back from the door, unprepared for the desperation on Reagan's face and the fact that he was there at all, especially so late. "…The hell's wrong with you?"

"I'm dyin' without you, kid," Reagan blurted. "I need you at the house. Please."

Something happened in Ben's chest. He'd never seen Reagan so bent out of shape, and the fact that you could barely see anything any which way down the street made the idea of him literally sprinting from the bus stop to beg for his best friend to be in his presence at nearly every moment—and the fact that he knew exactly what that felt like because hundreds of times he'd almost done the exact same thing.

"…Give me a week," Ben said. "I'll talk to Ma."

"We'll figure it out."

"We always do, bubbie."

"Okay." Reagan nodded, clarity returning into his stare. "I love you."

"I love you too..."

Before Ben could order Reagan to stay home overnight, he'd already disappeared down the street and around the corner.

[nexttothelamp]

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[djarrex]

From Where We Stand

Post-Stasis!Kix x f!OC

Hi there! As some of you know, I've been stuck in the midst of a too-long writing rut. I've been wanting to write this series for a LONG time, and have pretty much the entire first chapter saved in my drafts - had to scroll pretty far to find it since I started it like 6 months ago. ANYWAYS. Once I'm ready to post the first chapter I will create a series ML, complete with this banner and a series summary. Honestly, I'm posting this as motivation for me to actually go through with this. (y'all can hold me accountable lmao).

As for my Post-Order 66 Rex series, I'm going to put that on a little hiatus for a while until I can figure out what I wanna do with this Post-Stasis!Kix series. I will still answer asks regarding Rex Gayiyla & Fam, and if something hits me, I'll work on some things for that. I still have a lot planned for the Gayiyla family, don't you worry! :')

So.

My OC, Ahri, is a member of the Crimson Corsair's pirate crew. They find our poor, beloved Kix frozen in a cryo pod within an old, grounded Separatist ship, and they decide to make the Clone Wars-era soldier a part of their merry crew. I'm planning on making this a slow burn series with some action, angst, clone feels, and other things tbd. I'll have a better series summary when it comes time to post the first chapter.

With that being said, here's a little snippet from the intro scene in first chapter that will be titled "Fool's Gold". (ty to Ro for that big brain <3. Titles/banner/details are subject to change).

Rated: M for language, but the series as a whole will be rated back and forth between M and E as it goes on.

“Hey, come listen to this,” the triangular-headed Arcona still sitting by his lonesome at the bar calls over his shoulder to the rest of his crew. Ahri drops her legs from the table to the ground, her boots hitting the stone floor with a thud as she signals a round-up at the two playing sabacc. Only when all members of the crew have made their way to the bar does Reeg continue.

SERIES MASTERLIST

<<<>>>

“This ol’ thing just picked up a transmission, dating back fifty years.”

The Gabdorin first-mate opens his wide mouth first. “Well? What’s it sayin’, Reeg?”

“It’s being relayed from something that goes by ‘B1-CC14′? It’s a distress signal coming from a cruiser called the Obrexta III.”

The old man wiping the counter with an extremely dirty rag halts and meanders over to where the group’s gathered at the bar, leaning in close after scanning each of their very different faces. The feisty red Twi’lek member glared at him, about to ask him what his problem is, but he interjects with a gummy grin.

“I’ve heard that name before... that cruiser.” All eyes turn to the old bartender as he rubs his skinny, wrinkly fingers against his thumb, signaling the need of some sort of payment for the following information he has to offer. With a roll of her eyes, Ahri tosses a few credits across the counter, reassuringly placing her hand on Sidon’s cloaked shoulder as they all lean in close when the old man starts to open his mouth.

“Heard it crashed here way back at the end of the Clone Wars... somethin’ about containin’ the lost treasure of one of the political heads of the time. Dooku, I think’s the name.”

Treasure.

That’s the one word a group of pirates needs to hear.

A few pairs of eyes light up upon hearing the magic word, but the more cautions among them simply raise their brows - incredulous. Quiggold shakes his cloaked and rounded head ever so slightly as a sign to take caution - the captain nodding in agreement at his first-mate.

“How many have you told of this cruiser and treasure?” Quiggold inquires at the hunched-back bartender, stepping closer and leaning over the counter.

The old man is quick to reply with a sly smile, “If they’re willin’ to pay for the information, it’s theirs.”

“Captain.” Ahri pulls the crew’s leader to the side before whispering so only he can hear, “We can’t be the only ones to know about this wreckage. It’s been what, five decades since it crashed here on Ponemah? I’m sure hundreds upon hundreds have tried to find the treasure, so who knows if it’s even still there?" She pauses - her eyes flickering to the few pairs of prying eyes coming from the other end of the cantina. "There’s those giant sand worms out there, too, not to mention the difficult terrain. I think it’s too risky, Sid.” Ahri peers over to her other crewmates who seem to be preoccupied with yapping with the bartender, save for Pen, who's now strutting over to the two of them.

“Captain, I think we should go for it. Bartender just said there’s kyber crystals on board, and maybe even a lightsaber. The cruiser belonged to a sith lord, sir. You know how much we can get on the black market for those crystals?”

Ahri not-so-discretely scoffs and shakes her head, narrowing her eyes at the overly-eager Ishi Tib.

“The wreckage has been there since the end of the Clone Wars, Pen. Who’s to say the crystals haven’t already been scooped up?” Her eyes land on the captain once again, “Sid...it’s your call. I know we can handle anything that comes our way... I just think the journey itself is far too dangerous for the slim chance that there’s actually something worth while within that dated wreckage.”

It’s silent between the three for a long moment; it’s difficult for anyone else to read Sidon’s expression since it is always hidden underneath the mask, but Ahri knows him well enough now to know almost exactly what he’s thinking. Captain Sidon Ithano is a man of very few words; he relies heavily on his crewmates to translate his thoughts and anticipate his desires, but will speak if absolutely needed. Ahri can read Sidon like an ancient text scribbled on some flimsi, more so than the rest of the crew, but probably ties with their first-mate.

With a disappointed sigh, she shakes her head, already knowing his answer. Sidon finally nods, and Pen claps his hands excitedly - the rest of the crew cheering under their breaths once they catch sight of the exuberant Ishi Tib making his way back to them.

“Fine,” she mumbles, heading back over to the others behind the captain. Kicking the ground and tossing the old man behind the bar another couple of credits, she sighs again. “Alright, barkeep. Where’s this wreckage?”

“Southern Region. S’all I know.”

This time, Ahri laughs. “Let me guess, in the middle of the fucking Sea of Sand, right?” The bartender tugs his thin lips into a creepy smile, nodding with an amused huff. The defeated redhead turns back to her crewmates, speaking to the captain in particular. “Can’t even get there flying the Martinet. We’ll need a sail barge to get there.”

The Sea of Sand - quite appropriately named - is plagued by lightning storms, magma geysers, and 15-meter waves of caustic sand that act as Ponemah’s sea. Even the crew’s ship, the Meson Martinet, a heavily modified CSS-1 Corellian Star Shuttle, is no match for that terrain.

And the crew knows this.

Sidon nods before turning his attention back towards the old man who had resumed wiping the bar, clearly satisfied with the amount of credits he’d acquired just from entertaining a group of desperate pirates.

“A sail barge.”

The deeply modulated voice coming from the captain always makes Ahri shudder - but not from fear.

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tagging some pals who may be interested?

@rowansparrow @thefact0rygirl @damerondala @ashotofspotchka @rebelpitstop

anyone else?

[slaytimesover]

Getting the C**NTS back together

—————

made up text chat between the euphoria gals, set after the finale & minus (SPOILER) fez getting in the shootout

I JUST WANT MY GIRLS TO BE HAPPY BROOOO

content: wholesome, tryna be realistic w how they text

—————

March 1st, 2021

Maddy: hey anyone

add cass back i still have the bitch unadded

Kat: bro don’t u know her username

Maddy: no this is my new phone rmb

literally showed u in class today:/ rude mf

Kat: shit sry babe

Maddy: </3

*Kat has changed the chat name to cassies hot tub vomit💯💯*

Maddy: HAHAHAHAAAAA GTFO

BB: 🤣🤣🤣Funny ash Nahhhh Kat

Jules: uMM bro how come idk anything abt this…

story time ???

*Kat has added Cassie*

Cassie: Um what the fuck guys….

Kat: SORRY CASS THE OPPORTUNITY WAS RIGHT THERE

BB: Can still Smell that shit on me ICL🤣🤣😂

Maddy: 💀💀fucking helpppp

Jules: I STILL NEED THAT STOYTIME ???

Cassie: Can I ask what the hell is going on

Is this new or smth? Also the names not funny

Jules: new as in … like 3 months old then ye

Cassie: WTF

Not a single one of yall has talked on the other chat for ages is it bc u guys were fucking here?

BB: Ya we have

Jus like u banged Nate for Ages n Shi 💀💀

Kat: out of POCKET

Maddy: LMAO BARBARA

Jules: PFF

no hard feelings tho cass :)

we all wanna meet up soonish

Maddy: yup friday at 8, my place

sorry this fkn introduction was brutal but babe we wanna properly get together again

all 7 of u cunts

Kat: 7? there’s 5 in the gc🤨🤨

Jules: wait wait wait can we like BACJTRACK to the cassie hot tub thing??

Cassie: No Jules we really can’t

Also Maddy are you sure?

Maddy: girl puked her guts out at my party after drinking herself half to death <3

sent me into fkn cardiac arrest ill tell u that

love u though babe

and yes ofc. we outta put this past us

Cassie: MADDY!!! Girl!!!!

Jules: LMAO POOR CASS

no shame in it weve all been there ❤️

Cassie: Shut upppp

Tell me if I’m ever gonna hear the end of that story…

Maddy: @Kat forgot to add em but i want rue rue & lex there too

going full out bitches

Kat: cass keep dreaming lolll

BB: Jule boutta see her Ex Yooooo😫😫

Kat: fuck fuck oh yeah

are yall cool now? i saw u two tgt after the play

BB: Play was Fire Though Lexi Ate🔥🔥🔥

Cassie: …

Jules: uh

well

that’s the question 😃

Maddy: jules b what happened?

Kat: yeah ive been meaning to properly check in holy crapp

Jules: we aren’t seeing each other anymore in that way, & maybe its for the best but im still processing it yk?

it was… weirdly calm even after the intervention bullshit went down

ig we had an unspoken agreement that we shouldnt be together

even if theres still love between us

its hard to tell where we stand is all im sayin

Kat: shit dude i hope ur okay

Maddy: yeah…

so much respect for u

itll get better n itll be worth it <3 i promise

wish i coulda realised that on my own, ur fuckin fearless

Cassie: I hear you Maddy

I’m happy for u Jules

BB: Go Jule 🙏

Cassie: I mean, if ur all okay then I’ll come

I really want to make amends I don’t know what had gotten into me

I feel terrible

Maddy: a friend told me that in her experience, it was just the right amount of attention at the wrong time, yh? anyways girl i kno u deserve amother chance even if u fucked up

& jules

same goes for u n rue, how abt we all hang out like old times and see where it goes on from there hm? pretty pls

Jules: i cant promise that itll nott be awkward but im down mads!

Maddy: bettt

*Maddy added Rue and Lexi*

Lexi: uh hello

what is this gc name 😭 don’t remind me omg

Kat: 😹😹

Maddy: okay listen up girls, my house 8pm friday, not optional so clear ur shit. no excuses.

& im talking to u lex with that fez mf

Lexi: noo stop💀

BB: She Blushin through the screen on Godd LOL

Rue: wait hey what’s going on

Maddy: rue rue

we wanna come together like the olden days & properly have a girls night

think we deserve a celebration after the shit weve been thru this year

Lexi: really?

thats sounds so nice I like that !!

Kat: ur play def sealed the deal for us dude<3

we fr just need a big catch up & some actual fun

Jules: literallyy

Maddy: everyone in fr?

Lexi: yess

Cassie: Yes

Jules: yep!

Kat: ofc

BB: Yass

Cassie: Rue?

Lexi: um I think fez just took her phone hold up

Jules: NOT YOU WITH FEZ AGAIN AHHH

Rue: YO WHO THE FUCK IS CASSIE AND WHY SHE THROWING up in the bathbutt

Kat: man said bathbutt😭😭

Rue: TUB*

Tu(/(/)£&&&@&@&&&@@@@@@@

Sorry55555555555555 that was fe££&&

FEZ TOOK My phone sry guys

Maddy: sadly were not inviting fez </3 shame we can’t meet the bf lexi but rue come join us brooo

Rue: i mean…

we can try

lotsa shit went down between us tho are u all good?

Cassie: Yeah, & we can just take it step by step anyways

Jules: yepp, i wanna see u all

no matter what

Rue: well

ill try n be there

so sure guys:)

BB: YOOOO It Worked

Maddy: ahhhhhh! cant fucking wait

god i missed this bs<3

[bumblesimagines]

Unexpected Penpal

Request: Yes or No

I think the idea of a penpal is so nice and wholesome but I could never do it through letters cause my handwriting is terrible lmao. Also I don't know much about Malachai so the info I give is made up (last name, age, background)

~

(Y/N) scrolled through the profiles of different inmates at Shankshaw Prison. Riverdale had agreed to let the prison join a inmate penpal program. The program was created for people to write to inmates. The creators believed it could help rehabilitate inmates and get them used to talking with people. (Y/N) didn't think it was a bad idea. Of course, it came with some danger but it seemed relatively harmless. (Y/N) noticed a picture and hummed softly, clicking on the profile. He began to read over it.

Name: Malachai Martinez

Age: Twenty-one

Crime: Drug possesion, Drug trafficking

Serving: Three years

Time Served: 9 Months

(Y/N) licked his lips, looking over the rest of his profile. His gaze flickered back to the picture, taking it in. Malachai had a smug grin on his face, posture relaxed and calm. (Y/N) leaned back in his chair, humming gently. He tilted his head up, hearing a soft crack. (Y/N) licked his lips, squinting his eyes as his thoughts raced. He knew Malachai was the Ghoulie King. He had picked his brother up from the destroyed Pop's the night the Ghoulies attacked.

"Fuck it." (Y/N) whispered, looking forward. He wrote down the address and Malachai's inmate number. He pushed his laptop to the side, scooting forward and grabbing some paper. (Y/N) picked up a pen, beginning his letter. He started writing but shook his head, crumbling up a paper and tossing it in the trash. (Y/N) always instinctively wrote in cursive but he knew a couple people weren't able to read cursive. His brother was one of them and (Y/N) always had to help him when it came to writing cursive. (Y/N) sighed softly, starting again.

Hey Malachai

Shankshaw recently joined a penpal program and I wanted to write to an inmate. I looked over your profile and decided to give it a shot. This isn't my first penpal rodeo but it's my first time writing to an inmate. Here are some things about me. I'm currently taking online classes. I live with my mom and my younger brother. We have a dog, Vegas. Our dad got him when we were younger. A few months ago, dad passed away. He was a good guy. I work a part-time at a diner. You'll probably know which one. What are some facts about you? How have you been? It's fine if you choose not to respond.

From, (Y/N) Andrews

(Y/N) swallowed, rereading the letter multiple times. It was short but (Y/N) didn't want to spill everything to a complete stranger. (Y/N) licked his lips, getting an envelope. He neatly folded the paper, tucking it into the envelope. He wrote down the PO box and Malachai's inmate number. (Y/N) licked his lips, making sure everything was correct before standing and heading downstairs. He stepped outside, walking towards the mailbox and sliding the letter inside. (Y/N) felt his stomach bubble up with nerves. There was a big chance he wouldn't get a response so (Y/N) tried not to get his hopes up.

Over the next few days, he got nothing in return. He checked daily but eventually a week passed and (Y/N) gave up. He typed away on his laptop, finishing up the essay. He submitted it, glancing up at his mother. Mary gave him a smile as she put the mail on the table.

"Could you sort them for me?" She said, brushing her hair out of her face. (Y/N) nodded, leaning forward and grabbing the pile of envelopes as Mary headed upstairs. He sorted them by putting bills in one pile, ads in another, and anything personal in another. (Y/N) paused, seeing an envelope from Shankshaw Prison. His eyes widened, lips parting. He heard his mother's footsteps going down the stairs and placed the envelope on his keyboard, closing the laptop. Mary entered the kitchen.

"Anything new?" She asked, tying her hair back into a ponytail. (Y/N) shook his head, standing and pushing the chair in.

"Nope.. Nothing new." He gave a smile, picking up his laptop and heading upstairs. (Y/N) entered his room, closing the door. He quickly pulled the envelope out and sat on his bed, opening it and pulling out the letter. He licked his lips, heart racing. He calmed his racing heart, opening it up and beginning to read.

Hey (Y/N)

Does your mommy know you're writing to an inmate? I'm good, thanks for asking. This came as a surprise. I wasn't expecting a letter from that little bulldog's brother. I assume you work at Pop's? Great place. I had fun fucking it up with my boys. Gonna leave a good yelp review once I get out. There's not much to know about me. I got locked up and I'm a gang member.

From Malachai M

(Y/N) smiled softly. It wasn't much but to be fair, (Y/N) hadn't written much either. He was surprised about the neat handwriting and correct spelling. He was used to Archie's messy handwriting. (Y/N) giggled softly, feeling jittery. He bit his bottom lip, quickly grabbing a pen and paper.

Hey Malachai

I thought you weren't gonna respond. I guess the mail takes a long time to send. My mom doesn't know but it's fine. I'm nineteen and it's my business. There has to be more to you than just those things. What's your favorite color? Favorite season? Favorite type of music? What do you do in your free time? By the way, I had to clean up the mess you and your 'boys' made. You would've had an advantage if you ambushed them as they left Pop's. Just sayin'. Are you gonna serve your full time or get out early? I know you're friends with that ex-serpent chick. Maybe when you get out we can hang. I know my brother and his friends would throw a tantrum but I always found them annoying. I want to know you first though.

From (Y/N) Andrews

(Y/N) stood, smiling. He folded the letter and put it in the envelope. (Y/N) headed downstairs, putting the envelope in the mail box before going inside again. He grabbed an old wooden box and folded up Malachai's letter, putting the letter in the box. (Y/N) placed the box in his drawer, glancing at the doorway when Mary knocked.

"Could you take Archie to Pop's?" Mary asked, tilting her head. (Y/N) sighed, looking at her with a frown.

"Doesn't he have a car?" (Y/N) asked, cocking a brow. Mary sighed, shaking her head.

"It's in the shop. Just drop him off, (N/N)." Mary shrugged. (Y/N) rubbed his forehead, holding back an eyeroll. He sighed deeply, grabbing his jacket.

"He has legs." (Y/N) muttered, sliding on the jacket and leaving his room. Archie was waiting at the bottom of the steps. (Y/N) went down the steps, grabbing his keys. He had nothing against his brother. He just felt like Archie was the favorite, the golden child. He got spoiled and got away with things. His parents didn't bat an eye when Archie 'joined' the serpents or when he decided to join in on illegal street racing or when he pointed a gun at a gang member. (Y/N) checked his phone, getting into his car.

"You can join us, (N/N)." Archie offered. (Y/N) shook his head, starting up the car.

"I don't want to." He mumbled, reversing and driving to Pop's. Archie hummed, looking forward as he fiddled with his shirt. The two had never been close. They loved each other but they didn't hang out or talk often.

"So.. What have you been up to?" Archie asked. (Y/N) shrugged, going through the radio stations. He stopped on one playing a song he liked.

"Classes." He replied, looking forward. Archie hummed, nodding. He licked his lips, glancing at his older brother.

"We should hang out more. We can go jogging in the mornings." Archie gave a small smile. (Y/N) sighed.

"I'll think about it."

"Alright." Archie nodded. (Y/N) stopped the car, watching Archie get out before driving away. He drove back home, biting his bottom lip. (Y/N) glanced at the Shankshaw Prison sign. He'd visit after sending a few more letters.

[ratsoh-writes]

match me up, baby

Tried to get a lot of info down. I'm so tired right now, so hopefully this matchup makes sense. You'll be able to read my decent into madness as it goes on lmao. • I lean more toward extroverted, but I've reached a point in my life where going out and partying all night does not sound fun anymore. I'm sober, responsible, hardworking, decisive, impulsive, and independent. It's kind of hard to get to know me since I don't really share details about my life to people I don't know. Terrible when trying to date, so bring out the skele booty, my girl.  • I'm a painter. I love art, and all things beautiful. Fashion, aesthetic, all things lovely. I get uncomfy if I stay in one place too long, I like to travel. I like learning languages. I looooove making people I love feel good about themselves. I'm very physically affectionate with loved ones. • Deal breakers:  People who can't assert themselves or say their opinions, Liars (I need complete transparency in a relationship or I'll lose my little mind) • I hate people who are arrogant, and disrespectful. I hate bad lighting. My eyes don't deserve that treatment.  There are so many little pet peeves I have that I can't think of because I'm tired lol. Just picture a grumpy old lady grumbling about nonsense and that's me.  • I'm attracted to ambitious, optimistic people.  Physical affection and acts of service are my love language all the way. Although, I do have trouble accepting help from people who I'm not super close to. I love flirting with someone I'm attracted to, man, I love the banter. It would be a wonderful balance for me to have someone who helps me relax more.  • Strengths:  I'm ambitious, I get things done, I work hard, I take initiative, I mother the people I care about (this can also be a flaw), I'm very generous with family and charities I care about, When I love someone, I love them completely, and they're my family. I've always got their back, and we can't forget my high libido, just saying • Flaws: Aw man, this will be the longest part of this submission if I'm not careful! I go through depressed phases that can last days, and I can get kinda irritable and mean. I'll ask any partner of mine to understand that I need a lot of space sometimes. Also, I take after my mother in the sense that I'm the type of person who has high standards for myself, and everything/everyone in my life, so  I'm in a constant state of disappointment and frustration. bruh i am chao s

Matchup is under the cut

I’ve got the perfect guy for you!

Say hello to……………RANCHER (farmtale papyrus)!

Alright so you sound like the determined ambitious type. That’s definitely rancher’s type. He’s super attracted to people who work hard and have high standards. It motivates him to be his best self as well not that he needs it

Rancher is one of the less clingy skeletons as well. He’s good for a SO who needs space sometimes. He won’t die if he doesn’t see you for a day or two. However, he will strong arm you into taking breaks if he feels like you’re stressing yourself too much over the quality of your work. How can you expect to be at your 100% if you don’t recharge ever. And good luck dissuading him. Rancher is also one of the most stubborn skeletons lol

This man has insane stamina. Just sayin. He’ll be able to keep up with your libido ;))))

His receiving love language is verbal. So you being good at staying your love is big for him. Rancher can be pretty literal sometimes so he needs a SO who will be honest with their feelings instead of hoping he’ll guess them himself

If you’re learning Spanish, he can help with that! Both the farmer bros are fluent

The only problem I see here is him not really being able to travel with you. He can do day trips, maybe two or so days, but he’s not comfortable with anything longer. However rancher isn’t clingy at all and won’t be mad if you left him for a week to go out with friends. Bring back a souvenir