#tried to only talk about this stuff with people i already kinda know on here

[your-unfriendlyghost]

in the vaguest way possible……. what are some scenes u’re excited for people to read abt? or maybe like some favorite bits of out of context dialogue to be jumpscared (/pos) by later on, perhaps… characterizations u’re proud of.. scenes u might wanna draw… 😼 ur writing/art is some of my favorite I’ve found since getting back into the s.e. hinton-verse suuuuuper pumped to find out more whenever u get ready to share the final thing 😎👊

Okay here’s some stuff! Cannot wait to share the final thing this AU is so fun for me holy helll

-Mark has to borrow Angela’s clothes b/c he only has one fit lol (can’t resist a crop top Alex Winter moment ig) (I AM NOT GAY I JUST SHARE THEIR BELIEFS)

-Angela goes on in her inner monologue about how pretty Mark is for a paragraph or two while she’s dying his hair. It’s immediately followed by this interaction:

  Mark grinned. “You’re makin’ me look like uh…oh jeez, this is the cut Curtis goes for! You got a type, huh?”

  “Yeah, and that type ain’t you.”

-The “there’s only one bed” trope is settled by sleeping on the couch because Mark is an asshole

-Angela re-pierces his ears (they’d closed up from his month or so without earrings in)

-Their love language is arguing 

-Angela has a bunch of Evie, Tim, and Curly’s old clothes

-Mark and Angela talk/act like they hate each other- and they do, kinda- but they also know it’s the two of them against the world now. They both are shocked when they realize they no longer hate each other.

Some outta context bits (note that these are all in the draft and may be changed lol):

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  “You’re both so young to be getting married! High school sweethearts, are ya?” the woman cooed.

  “Guilty as charged!” Mark grinned too wide, speaking through his teeth. Angela tried not to cringe.

  “Still can’t afford a nice ring though, can we, sweetheart?” Angela said, smiling. Under the counter, she kicked Mark in the shins. 

  His eye twitched. “Well, we get along alright, don’t we darlin’?”

-

 “How old is he?”

  “Forty-six,” Mark said, grinning. 

  “Pardon- what?” The clerk said, eyes narrowing.

  “The secret’s to stay outta the sun and drink only rabbit blood,” Mark winked. 

  “Excuse me?” said the clerk.

  “He’s twenty,” Angela lied, elbowing him. “Sorry. He thinks he’s funny.”

-

  “Okay, the princess’ll take a cup of…nothin’,” Mark said, rolling his eyes. “More for me.”

  “If you keep callin’ me that I’m leaving you here.”

-

  “No, I- thanks,” Angela said. “Thanks.”

  “Oh. Well. Yeah,” he muttered, taken aback. “Umm…yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck, and opened his mouth as if to say something, but decided against it.

-

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mark, with his nose wrinkled and eyes narrowed. She flashed her eyes at him, and he rolled his eyes and went back to drinking (her!) rum and coke. 

-

 “Hey,” Mark said, catching the door before it shut, “if he tries anything, use this,” he said, producing a small switch from his back pocket. 

  Angela already had a switch, but she took it anyway.

-

“Why do you hate me?” she said. Against her will, her voice wavered.

  Mark gave her a look, dark-gold eyebrows knitting together. He looked away and busied himself with re-folding his jacket. 

  “You got a guy to break a busted bottle on my forehead, baby,” he said lightly, not making eye contact.

[bitchthefuck1]

every time a new season of a Popular Show™ that I actually follow drops i'm newly reminded of how god awful 90% of the discourse on this site is

[hana-bobo-finch]

i hardly ever mention Glad for some reason. you. you know the one. the cousin. the mouthless one. bellona’s cousin that I have probably only mentioned once but she does actually do stuff in the plot. yknow. i only have concept sketches of her but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[inkskinned]

i love finding out how big this world is. my girlfriend has only visited boston a handful of times, but i grew up here. i told her we'd be going to do the tourist traps in salem, and she said - which salem?

to be fair to her, there are a lot of other states that have a town named "salem." and i think there's some evidence that the witch trials actually happened in what is now called Danvers. but the thing is - she thought "salem" was like, a made-up thing. there wasn't actually a salem, massachusetts - like there isn't a gotham city.

they don't talk about it that much where she grew up, is the thing! and this made me laugh. a week ago she was talking about her hometown and said something akin to "well the museum's kinda like the one in richmond," and i had to explain i still had no frame of reference for what the hell this museum was like.

i love finding out what knowledge i take for granted. i used to live with 5 other women. 3 of them were from south korea. they had to take, like, a solid fifteen minutes to explain their birthday system to my gay math-blind ass, laughing as they did.

that same month, our roommate from denmark taught me the danish word for wreath by accident - she'd been talking about decorations, used krans, and i'd been able to figure it out through context. i just picked it up and kept talking. our entire house used krans as the word. she came home and slammed the door one evening, mock-angry, shouting: you motherfuckers! it's a - a wreath!

and how often do you use certain words, anyway! i am cuban, so i was raised with certain spanish words sort of sprinkled in there; but never how you'd think. in middle school i asked someone to pass me the recogedor - in a completely american accent, like i was speaking english. i hadn't registered it as a spanish word. i mean, how often in school do you actually use the word "dustpan" - i'd only ever heard it in the context of cleaning my house.

there are places that you grew up that you, just, like, know. that you assume everyone knows. there are things and people and "common knowledge" that you have that, just, like. doesn't exist for me. i don't know what you call your public transportation system, but in boston we call it "the T". our train cards are called charlie cards because of a song where a father accidentally abandons his family, which was written because our system of transportation. in boston, most people would snort and say everyone knows that, kid.

i think you and i should go on a long walk - it's getting dark early these days and we need any sun we can manage. tell me about the first time you saw snow. tell me about the stuff everyone knows about your home. tell me about the cities "everyone's been to," about the food "everyone's already tried." who knows. maybe it will feel nice to you - watching someone learn about it for the very first time.

[billyvell]

Saxon's feelings for Lochy

Ok, so, I've noticed that a lot of people don't seem to think Saxon has a thing for his brother, only for Piper and Lochy for him and I wanted to show the evidence otherwise because it was literally the first thing I noticed.

After he asks how many bedrooms there are and is told it's three, he immediately says "Ok, so Lochy, you're with me."

Piper doesn't seem to like that and offers for him to sleep with her instead (knowing there was some kind incest vibe, it really came across like they're fighting over him). He then objects by pointing out brothers and sisters shouldn't sleep together. Which seems like a classic way to set up for possible gay stuff, "oh it's just guys/girls, don't worry, we can be naked around each other, no big deal".

When Piper invites Lochy to the temple, he immediately goes. "No, we were gonna go to the pool".

He asks him again like he's genuinely upset at Lochy possibly not going with him, and maybe even by being with his sisters instead. Once again, like they're fighting over him, it's even framed with Lochy looking indecisive at the two of them, not knowing which option to pick (parallel with the college thing? Possibly a common theme for his character).

After he says he'll go to temple first and then the pool after, he's still upset.

When Lochy does get to the pool, he notices it and calls him immediately.

After a quick question about the monks, what does he do? Grab his dick and talk about how he gets so horny traveling.

When they're in bed, he immediately starts to talk shit about Piper's buddishm and her overall attitude in life, saying Buddism is for people who "want to supress in life", and most notably. "Don't have desires, don't even try."

And then he tells him that it's good to want things, at least if you can have them. If we're to assume he knows about Lochy possibly being attracted to him, this feels like a subtle way of encouraging that. Of telling it's ok to have these desires, that it's worth a try...

And there's where it comes the theory that Piper isn't actually into Lochy but just trying to "protect" him from Saxon, possibly because he tried something with her in the past and she didn't like it. So no wonder he's bitter about her and thinks she wants to "supress things".

In this case, by telling Lochy to do the opposite, the implication would be that he should "give it a try" with him, unlike her.

He comments on how good-looking he is.

And then tells him he "Doen't need to shrink away from life like her". Again, if we're going with the theory that he tried something with her in the past, he's trying to push him in the other direction. Don't reject it.

And then, you know. Asking him what kind of porn does he like. Going back, he does that right after saying he should "get laid, get everything" and that he's "going to help him" with that.

It's also just, like, the most classic and obvious set-up, to bring in sex/porn into the conversation, the idea of watching it together or what not...

"How the fuck am I going to jerk off with you in here all week."

Already kinda suggestive considering the vibes, but... Remember that he asked to room with him, and even objected when Piper suggested otherwise, when that would've left him with his own room.

I guess the confusing part is when he closes the door after he noticed Lochy still watching him. But honestly it would probably be too far to just jerk off in front of him like he's not even trying to not be weird.

He might just be playing the long game, and walking up naked to watch porn with him still awake in the room still feels like quite a tease. He might also just be getting cold feet, or, perhaps, the whole thing is subconscious rather than on purpose and at that moment he has the realization of how weird this situation is.

There's actually a moment where you can notice him thinking about whether Lochy is looking before he looks back at him, and it seems like he's a little nervous about it (before this shot he was just looking at the screen, but then he raises his head to question it).

So, cold feet? Checking to see if the teasing is working or if he looked away? A bit freaked out with the realization of how weird this is? Idk, but it's definetely not one-sided, and I was actually more surprised at the implication that Lochy felt the same.

Edit: I feel the need to point out that after the latest episodes, I'm not really abiding by the theory that something happened with Saxon and Piper anymore. I think she really just finds him creepy and annoying for no special reason.

I'm also not really feeling the idea that Saxon is grooming Lochy on purpose. He honestly seems way too innocent for that lol, so I'm fully on the camp that his behaviour is subconscious, but I still firmly believe he has unresolved feelings that he doesn't understand.

If anything, his insistence on turning Lochy "into a man" by buffing him up and making him get with women might be due to him being unable to deal with his attraction towards his cute twink brother...

Edit 2: Ok I'm going to include the fact that Sarah said on an interview that she has it as a headcanon that Saxon tried to do something with Piper before, just cause it makes me look less stupid for having that theory at the beginning lol.

Link to the interview.

[lapdogchase]

fascinated and distressed by chase's disordered relationship with sexuality + his emotions abt his own trauma & abuse

thru the beginning of the show he doesn't even realize he's hot despite being objectively attractive. when he finds out he's hot he then realizes people pretend to be interested in him as a person in order to have sex with him and gets super upset about it

he starts having a bunch of meaningless sex as a coping mechanism when cameron leaves him. and also a lot of other times. whenever something bad happens, basically, he starts going out with a bunch of women, just to feel something, presumably

^to the extent where hes known within the hospital as a slut. and has had sex with an insane amount of nurses. as well as presumably women who are not at his place of work.

he says doing this made him hate himself so he stopped. it's the b-plot for an episode and then he's back having meaningless sex again by the end of the episode

even his coworkers know this about him. and have called it out, masters even says she thinks he doesn't respect women bc, in her words, he's with a different one every few days or maybe he finds comfort in meaningless relationships

goes back to having meaningless sex within weeks of getting stabbed. which is really bad for wound healing reasons too. genuinely it seems like such compulsive behavior for him considering he keeps doing it even when its objectively not only a bad idea but actively dangerous

house even directly says he's "a serial slut" because he's "terrified of intimacy." incredibly accurate assessment

his relationship with his sexuality reads so heavily as someone who thinks they're not good for anything else

see also: dissociation & avoidance

we know he has a lot of trauma especially in childhood- he never really gets into it let alone into how he Feels about it but what we know is already bad & that's just the stuff he's okay with sharing with his coworkers or patients

in general he's very avoidant of his own trauma- when he gets stabbed he says he "can't change what happened, can only make better choices from here" as if it was his own fault, and refuses thru the whole episode to acknowledge that being traumatized by this would be a really normal reaction that he is definitely having. instead he just blames himself

also, he dissociates from traumatic things that happen to him - says "there was a stabbing" rather than "i was stabbed" for instance

when he's talking abt his childhood trauma he does it in a very similar way - he talks about it very bluntly and doesn't ever get into how he actually feels about it.

see also: dr. fawn response

general passive willingness to go along with anything- when cameron says they should have sex in s3 he's surprised and then he just kinda goes along with it. not bc he didn't want to bc he obviously did, but he's just generally very much someone who does whatever other people want him to do. i feel like he and cameron both tend to seek validation thru sex in an unhealthy way that i'm still gnawing on like a dog with a bone i have to go rewatch s3 to really articulate it though

he has a sort of desperation for praise and approval especially from anyone he views as an authority figure. he does whatever authority figures tell him out of this idea that it'll bring him approval and therefore safety

like no matter what house does or says to him he doesn't argue or retaliate or anything. even when house punches him he collapses on the ground in pain and then just keeps talking about the patient like nothing happened.

the scene in 3.10 after house punches him where he's in the ddx room and house walks in and throws the file at him and chase is startled and tries to pretend he's not. and he looks up with this huge fuck ass bruise on his jaw swallows heavily and pretends not to be upset. and house asks if he got that looked at as if he wasn't the one to give it to him and chase just swallows and says he's fine. dr fawn response :(

[eepwriting]

Could I request a fic where fem!reader is touring with sleep token (maybe as like another band member or makeup artist) and finds out vessel has a crush on her? Then it turns really spicy really quickly lol

Notice ✶ Vessel x Fem! Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, angst, public sex?, quickie, simp!vessel, forbidden romance?

Looove this request anon thank you 🤍 I kinda wrote reader as already having a crush and Vessel feeling the same way, so I hope that’s okay!

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There was no way he could find out. No way he’d feel the same.

Out of fear of losing your job or friendship, you tried to hide it, keep your feelings to yourself. It hurt, sure, but what else was there to do? It’d be too much to loose if you let it slip. If he knew, he sure was good at keeping that secret to himself.

You’d been added to the crew to help with makeup and wardrobe, touring with the band for two whole rounds. You absolutely loved your job, including all the incredible people you’d come to meet, be able to call your friends. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Well, that’s not entirely true. If only you could get over this ‘problem’ you were forced to deal with. The 6’3, erratic dancing ‘problem’.

You knew right away, upon first meeting, that Vessel would have you wrapped around his finger in no time. The initial intrigue kept you almost pining after him, just wanting to know any and every thing about him. After breaking through his quiet, almost unnerving outer shell, he became the person you always wanted to talk to. Tell good or bad news to. Get advice on something you were struggling with. You thought him to be wise beyond his years, always knowing the right thing to say, offering the perfect advice as if he’d lived the experience 100 times over. He became a good, close friend.

Only, you didn’t just want to be somewhat close to him. Not just his close colleague. You wanted all of him. All his flaws, all his thoughts, all his time and all his energy.

Even if he gave you anything other than baseline professional behavior. It’d tie you over, soothe some of that sting you felt every time you saw him. Not that he ever would. He’s your boss after all.

“Quick word with you please.” His voice is close to your ear, you can feel the heat radiating off him. He startles you, but you quickly stuff the last of your equipment into your bag and zip it up, spinning to look at him. He looks in a hurry, bouncing on the balls of his feet, but his expression sits blank, at least his mouth gives off that impression. “Of course.”

He grabs your elbow, tugging you along his side as he guides you down the tunnel. “Is something wrong?” His warm hand slips to rest against the middle of your back as he shuffles you into a green room. He shakes his head but the nervous energy that suddenly surrounds the two of you makes your palms clammy. “I notice.” He shuts the door. The faint click of the lock barely reaches your ears, the nervous pounding of your heart too loud in your head. “What-?“ “I notice everything about you,” He talks quickly, “How excited you get when I come over to talk to you-you always try to hide it but I can always tell. The blush-and the fidgeting always gives it away.” You’re sure whatever blush he’s talking about is painted all over your cheeks right now. “I notice how you look at me. How you watch me when you think I can’t see you.” You let out a quiet laugh out of embarrassment.

“I-”

“I’m not trying to call you out,” he laughs. “I guess.. I’m just trying to say that I see you. I like you. I like knowing that you’re interested,” he takes a step closer, his hand slowly reaching out grab your own. “Makes me feel nice.”

Those last words make you smile and you clasp your hand over his. He visibly stiffens at the contact but relaxes when you reach out to pull him in for a hug. The boldness of your own move surprises you, but Vessel seems just as nervous as you are, so whats there to be afraid of?

He practically melts into you, letting out a sigh. “I hope you know I’m just as interested. Been interested for a long time.” His words are like music to your ears, sweeping the weight of your feelings off your shoulders. You’d waited long enough to hear him say something like that and you wanted nothing more than him right now. His long arms stay wrapped around you, your faces close, eyes searching the others for any sign of opposition. “But, I work for you.” You almost whine, your voice a whisper. His eyes flick to your mouth, “I don’t think I care about that.” He shakes his head slightly and searches your face again before leaning down to press his mouth to yours. His hands cup your face while yours clasp around his back. You’re surprised by his gentle tentativeness-appreciate it, actually, but you want more. Need more.

He lets you part his lips with your tongue and tilts your head back, standing to his full height. He moves to the side of your face, “Wanna make you feel nice too.” His voice comes out as a whine, his nose dragging along your cheek, almost nuzzling you. His fingers dance along your outstretched neck. “Please.” Your voice is scratchy.

It’s all he needs to hear to sweep you up and carry you to the nearest flat surface. The verbal go-ahead seems to seep into Vessel, turning him almost rabid. His hands are quick and impatient, popping the buttons on your bottoms, toying the zipper down, slipping under your shirt to feel untouched skin. They’re anywhere and everywhere. All the while he’s licking into your mouth, pulling your bottom lip into his own mouth with his teeth. He has your head spinning and you’re got off guard when he grabs your hands and brings them to his belt. He mewls at the slight contact of your palms on his covered cock, bucking into you. “Wanna feel you, please.”

He wastes no time once all layers are shed, pumping himself a few times with a wet palm before he’s pulling you closer. He can’t help himself, tapping the tip of his cock on your clit, dragging it down your slit, collecting your slick, his breath hitching as he watches how you react. He swallows any noise from you with a feverish kiss as he sinks the head of his cock in. He gives you a second to adjust when he finally delves all the way in, bottoming out. His hand cups your face again, his mouth peppering kisses on your cheeks and forehead, his fingers reaching to thread through your hair. His other hand is occupied with thumbing over your clit. It sends shockwaves through you. You love the way his jaw goes slack and his eyes glaze over every time you let a noise slip. It’s like he’s brought back to reality for a split second each time. “I’ve dreamed of this, you know that?” He’s looking at you fully now, eyes dark. His hips jut back and forward quickly. “S’good. Better than I imagined, fuck.”

You can wholeheartedly say you’ve done the same. Restless nights, tossing and turning, nerves buzzing and aching while you dream of him. You can only nod at him quickly, too overcome with want and need. He drills into you, not a care for how loud either of you are being. His forehead presses against your own. “Please,” you whine out. He’s got you right on the edge and he’s desperate to have you falling. His jaw is tight as he grinds his teeth, hips moving impossibly faster. Mouths meeting the others, breaths and whines mixing to making a tune you’d be thinking about later.

The release is numbing when it finally crashes over you. Starts at your toes and travels up to your cheeks. It chokes you, has you crying out a silent scream. Vessels completely hunched over you now. His movements are sloppy, his head in the crook of your neck. His hips stutter and freeze, a breathy, high pitched whine leaves his mouth. He stays that way for a short while, wrapping you in his arms, his hips moving slowly, greedily overstimulating the both of you. The loss of fullness makes you shiver when he pulls away. He watches the two of you disconnect, you watch his face. He’s mesmerized, you could say. Eyes glassy and unfocused when he looks back up at you.

He helps you clean up, back to the quiet and gentle way he always was. He pecks your lips and forehead, his hand smoothing down your hair, straightening your clothes. “I hope this doesn’t change anything.” You say as he straightens up his own. He watches you for a second before stepping closer, “Not at all. Although I would… love to do this again.” He towers over you, a warm hand gripping your elbow, eyes trailing over your lips. Your cheeks heat and you can’t help but smile, “Okay. Me too.” A smile you don’t see often break out across his face. He nods, “Okay.” His hand slips down to your own, engulfing it in warmth. A welcoming grounding as leads you out of the green room. A nice reassurance that he felt the same way that you did.

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Y’alllllll what is this ending 😭

This has been sitting in my drafts for months so I don’t even know if I did this justice, but I hope you enjoyed.

K. Bye bye.

[deadghosy]

HAZBIN HOTEL X CAELUS! READER

prompt: you were found digging in their trash and they took you in

(I got covid😭 so me posting xreader will be kinda slow)

You were digging for some food ever since you fell from heaven because you kept fighting people over trash…I mean damn reader…

You fell with a blank look as you had a rotten banana in your mouth as you looked down to see pentagram city…so what did you do? You pulled out your fire sword and slash the ground to soften your fall which worked. You changed it to a bat for protection as you found a dumpster!

CHA-CHING✨ MORE TRASHHHH

You dig in the dumpster not hearing a person whistling. The person dropped the garbage bag shocked to see a….? Whatever you are digging in the dumpster. Your face was completely dirty as you lift it up to show you found a cool old watch.

Charlie didn’t know what to do. Are you homeless? Is what she thought as she takes you out the garbage as you blankly stare at her “•_•” “uhm sweetie are you okay?” “……” “not much of a talker huh…” you just stayed quiet as Charlie introduced herself and shook your hand bringing you to the hotel so you can have a place to stay.

I feel like you were a new angel and only stayed for like 1 month…(free trial ass shit…) and so when you didn’t act holy and proper. That’s why you mostly got kicked out

Vaggie will know you are an angel because of your angelic look and golden eyes as you just stand there minding your business. You tell her you fell because you fought over your treasure….your trash practically. So Vaggie tells you what happened to her and you hugged her making her feel safe about herself a bit.

You two have matching bracelets you made from an exercise Charlie did.

Okay I headcannon that Lucifer is already in the hotel living with his daughter. And he felt your presence and he would be like. “Fuck are you doing here”🤨 “I fought for my life.”

Vox one time put you on air with him because of your golden shining eyes….i think he was flirting with you as you ate some gift cookies he made for you…

Velvette tried to make you a model, but you kept wandering off somehow. Literally she got tired of you but never of your face as she at least posted you wearing some nice 2000 makeup

Carmilla had a gut feeling about you being an angel. She wanted to kill you but then you gave her a ring you found in a dumpster because you said she reminded you of your earth mother/parent. Yeah she wanted to adopt you

You help sir Pentious, or who you call penny for his project builds. You dig in dumpster’s, trash bins, and garbage dumps

Angel dust and you sometimes just be on your phones all the time which is obnoxious. But hey, I don’t make the rules. Being on your phone makes it seem like you don’t want to be talked to which is true.

Lucifer made you a duck as he notciced how lonely you are….(you don’t give a fuck, you only need trash as your friends) so Lucifer made you 20 ducks that are based on your favorite things or like idk just ducks

The egg boiz follow you around as you literally calling you the, “TRASH BOSS!” Not in a bad way more like in admiration as you give them stuff from the garbage.

Your golden eyes shining in the night scaring husk as he didn’t even see you in his hind sight. Like he is a cat, but he didn’t even see you?!

You and alastor’s both eat weird things, like he is a cannibal….and for you..either trash or just normal weird food combos

Alastor would definitely try to get you to eat cannibal meat, but to be honest you can tell the difference between human and regular meat. You always know.

Niffty is the kind of person who would give you a trash flower crown, kinda like how she made a crown for Alastor ✨🦆

I headcannon your angelic/demon form to be a raccoon 💀

You send dumbass memes in the hazbin hotel gc…

You are quite the feral person tbh, but who didn’t know when you literally fought people for your damn trash.

You definitely had bit Valentino once as Angel dust brought you to a club and you were digging in trash to find something cool. But Valentino found you adorable in the face and wanted to make you a sex worker. And what did you do when he tried to hurt Angel?

YOU BIT HIS FUCKIN HAND ALMOST OFF AS ANGEL WAS TRYING TO PULL YOU OFF😭

Yeah..you definitely had blood dripping from your mouth when Angel dragged you out of the club

[lyiswriting]

Plus size!reader x Stalker!OC

Past mention

Things about Landon!

I kinda want Landon to be like a Punk/Jock. Idk I'm figuring it out

How I'm thinking they met

Met the reader in the subway. It was a rush hour and the train was packed and she was standing in front of him. He didn't pay attention at first just scrolling on his phone. Until he looked up and they accidentally made eye contact. He fell so quickly, he couldn't stop looking at her as she squirmed. His gaze making her uncomfortable, she thought he was handsome but why would he be looking at her. Reader doesn't question her beauty but it's still weird.

Offered her his seat but she refused as it was already hard to get around and her hips weren't about to fit in that space. He insists but she keeps refusing. Eventually they both drop the conversation but Landon doesn't stop looking at her. Taking in every inch of her, even sneaking a picture the best he can.

Things he starts to do

He starts purposely missing his usual train to take the same one as reader. Once this starts to affect his schedule he changes it so it can fit. Doesn't even need to talk to reader as long as he gets to look at her.

Observes everything about her. Her style, purse, pins, keychains, anything! To try and get more information on her, soon enough he catches a glimpse of a tag on her purse. That's how he gets her name and quickly takes it to social media.

Starts to purposely push people out, makes sure there's a seat next to him. Once this fails the first couple times and reader doesn't sit next to him he re-thinks. From observing he notices she tries to take as little space as she can. And from media he finds out people complain about plus size people sitting next to them. So he starts to stand, stands next to her, glances at her phone, down her shirt, and into her bag if he can!

Subway can get pretty rough so when they hit a rough patch he always uses it as an excuse to get closer. Putting his hand on the bar next to her, "stumbling" into her, grabbing her so she "doesn't fall" all with that innocent charm of his.

Diary keeping. Writes down everything! Even if it's the smallest glance it will have almost a whole page. What reader wore, if she had a snack, how she looked, and not only the stuff you can see. But the stuff he's imagining, the bra color, the beauty marks, the positions.

He starts incorporating her into the things he does. I'm not sure what I want Landon to work as but reader does make her way into it. If it's art she is his muse, he draws her and paints her body all the time. Over and over making sure every detail is just right not leaving a single mark. If it's music, his lyrics describe her. The plush of her hips, his need to grab and bite. If it's business or something of the sorts he creates things that allows plus size people to be more included. Like more sizing, open spaces, and things he knows she will like.

Reader isn't Landon's type.

By reader not being Landon's "type" I mean he has never been with a bigger woman. He's stereotyped to be seen with that classic skinny, blonde, and blued eyes. It will play into the gaslighting and manipulation I have planned for him to do.

Landon is used to getting what he wants.

Even if he has to fight for it he will have it. Anything and anyone. He's patient and will achieve. Yes, this does mean he would kill for reader.

Reader makes Landon feel like he's never felt hormones before.

He's confused himself because he's never been shy with women, always had options. So the way that he can't get her out of his head is insane to him. Spends hours and hours just thinking about reader, drawing, writing, rewatching videos he's taken, printing pictures, picking out gifts to send her, and watching porn but looking for her. Anyone that looks like her but it's never enough because it's not reader!

I'm so happy and grateful for the support on the first post! So here's some stuff I have planned for Landon. Definitely more to come and more scenes!

[oh-no-its-bird]

Fic where, in practicing to get edo tensei right, Orochimaru uses Izuna as a test subject and tries to substitute DNA to make it work, using Suigetsu's bc like it's extra flexible or whatever bc shape change

Edo tensei mermaid Izuna locked in a tube somewhere in Oro's lab,,

He's SO mad about it and has literally no information ab what's going on at all bc hes locked in a fucking tube !!

Bonus points if Orochimaru doesn't even specifically know who he is

They unearthed him w the rest of the founders on a whim but bc no one really requested him specifically, the body just kinda sat there and eventually got mixed in w the rest of the Uchiha corpses, till Orochimaru requests an Uchiha corpse and they shrug and send him over

He still has Madara's eyes too (left alone either by oversight / or bc they decided not to pull them before he got mixed in w the other bodies, who had by then already gotten scooped of their eyes so they assumed he'd already been harvested)

Ok but like. No one even tells him what happened/where he is/that madara made the village. Why would anyone?? The only one Izuna sees regularly is Orochimaru, and he doesn't know those facts would matter??

Izuna doesn't even know what Konoha IS, he isn't gonna recognize the name

From Izuna's perspective, he died in his bed and then BOOM. Tank time.

Orochimaru might tell him it's been some years since his death (thinking he died in the massacre) and even if Izuna doesn't believe him bc like, enemy, enemy territory, he sure as fuck probably won't be thinking "Ah yes it's been decades since my death and my brother went against my dying wishes to make that village"

Tho he might get nervous and start picking up those cues when he sees the tech

Oro mentions offhand that the Uchiha were all killed and Izuna immediatley assumes the Senju won the war and loses it

He'd figure it out eventually obviously (probably after being set free, most likley by Sasuke w Suigetsu) But he'd also probably keep that to himself, bc like, enemy territory n stuff

Mermaid shapeshifter Izuna terrorizes the shinobi world,, Sasuke doesn't know what he just unleashed.

Ok actually but like. Suigetsu's shape-shifting but bc Izuna has a fire chalra nature, make it liquid fire shape-shifting. Fuckin, fire mermaid Izuna. He has an awful time retaining his form and actually for the first chunk of time, him being in that tube is genuinley just for the best. He keeps turning into liquid fire with no real solid body and can't put himself back together for hours.

Izuna hears his brother is still alive and running Akatsuki and is so down to clown till he realizes THATS NOT HIS FUCKING BROTHER HOW DARE YOU USE HIS NAME

Anyways oh my god Izuna on team Taka,,

He and Sasuke would be SUCH a dynamic actually, they look alike so much?? Sasuke doesn't recognize him but he's clearly a close relation, so there's some mystery there. Sasuke is like super shaken by finding a member of his clan and Izuna, by that point aware that apparently the rest of his clan is dead, is sticking to him like GLUE. Sasuke is bitchy little brother coded and Izuna understands this is probably karma bc he is also bitchy little brother coded

They probably clash a lot, especially bc both are expecting to be in charge here, but ultimately I think they'd get along better than Sasuke does most people, and there's also that bonus vulnerability of like. Izuna is an older Uchiha boy who's trying to brother him (with a noticeably different brother-ing style to Itachi too) and Sasuke has been alone for so, so long.

Sasuke accidentally calls him nii-san then promptly has several break downs about it

Suigetsu and Izuna either get along ALARMINGLY well or they hate eachother. I think I wanna go with the first bc it sounds more fun. They couldn't talk to eachother in the tanks but they could still see eachother, so maybe they kind of developed some sort of code to communicate?

They are "cause problems on purpose" friends. They're also "wdym I can't kill him???" *looks of genuine confusion* buddies. They're giving Sasuke the biggest headache actually, someone stop them. If you leave them to "take care" of a problem, there will be carnage.

Also, like, Izuna literally has Suigetsu's DNA in him. That's a thing.

Mmm maybe some complex thoughts ab how Izuna has effectively become a bloodline thief against his will (the ULTIMATE taboo for shinobi from his era) and he's like, actually fucked up about it.

Running joke where they refer to each other as cousins, could be funny. They argue over who's the bastard child (it's Izuna obviously but he won't just take that title lying down)

Izuna is like, in his 20s, and Karin is around 16 or 17 at this time I think?? She definatley has a bit of a crush on him (which helps take the edge off Sasuke) but like, he's not acknowledging that beyond patting her on the head. She'll get over it eventually. (Sasuke hides behind Izuna when Karin is trying to flirt w him and Izuna absoloutley laughs at them both)

Izuna is actually really impressed w Karin's sensing abilities specifically. I think he'd be a bit on edge around her at first, bc Uzumaki -> Senju ally. But he'd quickly assume she's a deserter (he has no idea the Uzumaki are pretty much wiped out rip) and becomes cautiously chill after a minute or two (also when he first escapes, he REALLY doesn't have the luxury to pick and choose his allies. He's instantly attached to Sasuke and cautiously fond of Suigetsu, and Karin seems to have Sasuke's trust at least, so he'll keep an eye on it but otherwise trust Sasuke's judgment)

Izuna and Karin besties arc where they paint eachothers nails is a must. I love the take that Izuna is really into fashion n stuff and he and Karin should like, trade hair tips or smthn. Karin knows modern soap brands where as Izuna bought his soaps from clan vendors who no longer fucking exist, so like, it's definatley helpful.

Karin is the only one of them to have any real hint of where tf Izuna came from (tho even she doesn't have the full details) it'd be cool if she was the one to figure out more details ab his general mystery— maybe something about her chakra sensing gives her a hint as to how old he really is?? Or she finds the paper trail that hints towards the bodies being mixed up???? Idk but she deserves to have an "aha!" moment

Also Izuna's medical knowledge/standards are NOT up to modern and Karin is so mad about it, she's giving him hella lessons on first aid n shit and he's very, very interested in all this free medical knowledge

I know the least about Jugo so bear with me on this one pls— I think Izuna would find Jugo to be pretty fascinating as a person actually. He enjoys tentatively poking him with sticks, and comes to genuinley like him as a person (when he's calm) pretty quickly

Also cats love Izuna so he gets bonus points from Jugo bc of that, they can bond while petting Izuna's contracted cats or smthn idk

Yeah I really don't know much ab Jugo so that's all I have to offer sorry

Ok let's backtrack a bit, back to Orochimaru ->

Fun scene towards the very start of the fic, where Izuna still has no fucking clue what's going on, but recognizes Orochimaru as a member of the Orochi clan. He says as much, and Orochimaru has to pause.

No one's mentioned his clan to him in years. They haven't been relevant in Konoha since Orochimaru was born— even before that, they were barley relevant. Izuna should not know who they are.

(The only reason he does know is bc they had a neutral to positive relationship w the Uchiha back in the warring era, and Izuna had visited them once before)

Immediatley, Orochimaru is squinting at this guy. He's giving Danzo a ring asking who exactly he got sent over, but Danzo doesn't actually have anything to offer him??? The paperwork is a mess and there were a LOT of Uchiha. He's not registered as a shinobi tho.

Hmmmm.... ok.

Orochimaru is suddenly aware there's some kind of mystery here now, which is dangerous for Izuna. Izuna is, again, in enemy territory, and he's able to pick up on the fact that Orochimaru doesn't actually know who he is. This ofc means that HE sure as hell won't be telling him.

Maybe he bares his teeth and sarcastically says he's the second coming of Uchiha Madara (not even that big of a lie when u think ab it)

Pivoting time ->

Izuna is listed in the data books as like, being equally as talented as Madara and I think we should talk ab that more actually

I love Tobirama but he really did get him by surprise

Izuna just got cocky and taken by surprise!!

HE DIDNT EVEN GET COCKY HE JUST LOGICALLY DIDNT EXPECT TOBIRAMA TO FUCKING INVENT TELEPORTATION

Then he went down in the history books both in canon and out of it as the weakest of the 4, that's so tragic

Izuna gets mermaid edo tenseid and (once people know who he is) everyone is like "Ok well at least he's uhh. The weakest of the 4 right?? I mean tobirama killed him when they were like only 19/20 so we'll probably be fine???"

Then he just fucking bodies them all bc hes a nightmare actually AND on whatever special test trial edo tensei steroids they gave him

Izuna is fueled on rage and spite and he's full up on both

Imagine he gets the full story of everything that happened while he was dead too, like.

Ok so Madara goes against his EXPRESS dying wishes and makes his village. (what the fuck!!) Then backs out (yay!!) but in an awful way that effectively fucks over the entire clan for years to come (nii-san what the FUCK)

Then gets literally backstabbed by Hashirama (HE FUCKING TOLD YOU!!! WHAT DID HE FUCKING SAY!!!!!)

Then the Uchiha seem to thrive and like. Ok. He's still mad about it, but at least something... kind of nice came out of it.

THEN BOTH THE VILLAGE AND MADARA'S(?????) SCHEMES KILL THEIR ENTIRE CLAN

Izuna is SO mad at literally everyone, holy shit. The only one safe from his rage is Hikaku, god rest his poor, poor soul

Actually, I think it'd be funny if Izuna was like, indescribably extra awful mad at everyone— but then is like. Normal mad amounts at Tobirama, who was a bitch but at least didn't seem to carry on a personal fucking vendetta against the Uchiha like EVERYONE ELSE INCLUDING FUCKING MADARA FOR SOME GODDAMN REASON

Izuna is going like, "FUCK you, FUCK you, OH, EXTRA FUCK YOU—" then squints at Tobirama and goes "...fuck you." Then goes back to screaming

To be clear, Tobirama absolutely contributed to the end of the Uchiha, but like. A) it'd be funny, and B) at least his seemed slightly less on purpose than literally everyone else

There's also I think a difference of like. Izuna never expected Tobirama to suddenly turn around and be pro Uchiha

Where as everyone else (again, including his brother!!) Was like. A genuine betrayal

Tobirama fucking over the clan was never a surprise

He never pretended to be on their side (like Hashirama lowkey did)

Tobirama vs Izuna but it's them getting to relive their rivalry where as Izuna vs literally anyone else is emotionally charged as hell and filled with demented screaming

Leaving it there for now, I might actually try to write this one but who tf knows

[struwberrii]

haikyuu!! at an american high school ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

here are my silly headcanons on how i think the karasuno first years would act if they were american high school students teehee

pt.2 pt.3

ヽ(^◇^*)/

hinata

probably runs to lunch

one of those dorky try hards in gym

wears matching neon nike shorts and tops

literally cries if he ever gets in trouble in class

water bottle flips randomly (he never lands it)

his mom drops him off at school every morning

jumps to touch the top of every doorframe

everyone judges him and thinks hes weird but hes gen the sweetest guy if you ever talk to him

he has a phone he just cant bring it to school guys

offers to do stuff first when the teacher asks (like brings attendance to the office or asks other teachers for dry erase markers)

middle school humor (hes kinda funny sometimes tho lol)

kageyama

lets you copy his homework because he knows its all wrong (or gives you wrong answers on purpose)

wears hoodies everyday even during summer

scared to put lip balm on in public because someone once asked if he was gay because of how he applied it

friends with hinata but is kind of embarrassed of him

girls actually like him but dont talk to him because hes so quiet

probably talks to girls from different schools

plays roblox with the others when they have breaks during practice (he hasnt updated his avatar since 2016)

still reads strictly picture books

also a try hard in gym

still does streaks on snapchat

tsukishima

refuses to acknowledge hinata and kageyama outside of volleyball club (he thinks theyre embarrassing)

constantly gets in trouble for having airbuds in or being on his phone

tries putting girls onto his niche music taste then its just cigarettes after sex

if you arent one of his friends or a pretty person hes probably gonna be rlly mean to you im sorry

has hot topic pins on his bag (yamaguchi forces him to shop there with him and tsuki always ends up walking out with a new pin)

dresses very basic but still nice

bros a bully

tries to correct teachers and make the teacher look dumb

if he can tell he actually hurt your feelings he'll say it was just a joke and gaslight you

him and yamaguchi just talk shit all lunch and study period

walks to like mcdonalds for lunch sometimes

yamaguchi

bully on the DL

the only reason people know hes mean is because tsuki is his best friend

always has fruit for lunch

probably in band and plays literally the biggest instrument in the world

he always smells weirdly minty

has the silliest stickers on everything, his notebooks, laptop, headphones

bought sonny angels for him and tsuki

everyone thinks hes gay

him and yachi are art class buddies

brings his switch to school sometimes

rides his bike to school

lowkey stuck in his 2020 indie phase

yachi

has the cutest stationary

takes all her notes on her ipad and has that paper texture screen protector

ali express warrior

shes the sweetest girl in school

probably a closeted lebanese

already has her drivers permit (probably gonna be the first person in her grade with a license)

packs her own lunches everyday in bento boxes

has a private instagram account with like 20 followers and declines everyone she doesnt know personally

always has lotion, gum, perfume, medicine, chargers, everything. she is not taking any chaces

shes like if the 2019 soft girl pinterest aethetic became a person

reminds teachers about the homework

secretly watches youtube during class

she does NOT play about her art projects

her and yamaguchi trade stickers

probably still uses that 2019 kanken vsco bookbag

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sorry guys half of this list is just me being an extreme hater and projecting

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie: “Charlie. You know I love you, right?”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “…before I answer, can I ask YOU a question?”

Vaggie: “Sure, babe. Fire away.”

Charlie: “Okay.”

Charlie: “Is this about the singing cannibal quartet love song turned massacre in the hotel lobby?”

Vaggie: “No.”

Charlie: “Is it about the supposedly non-man eating flowers that tried eating Angel Dust, which Niffty won’t let us get rid of now because she wants to train them to hunt cockroaches with her?”

Vaggie: “No.”

Charlie: “Is it about the alleged cookies Husk is still in bed recovering from taste testing?”

Vaggie: “Those were cookies?”

Charlie: “Allegedly. In a previous life maybe.”

Vaggie: “Huh. They weren’t bad.”

Charlie: “They- Vaggie, you didn’t actually EAT-”

Vaggie: “After wrestling Angel Dust out of the third flower in a row? I was hungry. The kitchen was on fire earlier so I knew you’d made something. And they were sitting in a common area, unclaimed and unlabeled.”

Charlie: “I put CAUTION TAPE around them!!”

Vaggie: “We don’t have anyone staying here named Caution or Hazardous Waste. Not yet, anyway.”

Charlie: “ARE YOU FEELING OKAY!?”

Vaggie: “Fine. This isn’t about the uh, ‘alleged cookies’.”

Charlie: “Well then what is it about? Am I forgetting something else?”

Vaggie: “Maybe. Are you gonna answer my question now?”

Charlie: “Of course I know you love me, Vaggie. Absolutely."

Vaggie: "Then-"

Charlie: "A dangerous amount, even- you sure you’re feeling alright? Those cookies... poor Husk…”

Vaggie: “Husk is on average 40% alcohol and not used to solid foods. This was a good learning experience for him, trust me.”

Charlie: “I do! I do I do, I just, also really hope Angel Dust knows how to BE an actual bedside nurse as well as DRESS like one. A. Sexy one.”

Vaggie: “We’ll save Husk from medical malpractice in a minute. Right now though…”

Vaggie: (smooch the tol gf)

Charlie: “?”

Vaggie: “You don’t have to do extra things like this, sweetie.”

Charlie: “Oh.”

Vaggie: “Not that I didn’t love the thought behind it.”

Charlie: “There were no thoughts. Just, wow I love my girlfriend, wow I really hope she knows I love her.”

Vaggie: “I do. You’re amazing, and doing normal hotel crisis things with you is already amazing enough.”

Charlie: (droops) “I know, I know…”

Vaggie: “So?”

Charlie: “Well that’s the THING though! We’ve only been doing hotel stuff!”

Vaggie: “It’s a pretty wide range of activities you gotta admit.”

Charlie: “Oh sure right, sooo varied- stop a murder, fight to stop a murder, try not to do a murder, replace THIS fix THAT organize another group talk and go into red alert whenever the things get suspiciously quiet- go collect the bodies, probably reassemble them, pay the bills, supervised arts and crafts and Cherri still makes a BOMB somehow-”

Vaggie: “Everyone getting together to blow it up outside was kinda sweet.”

Charlie: “And that’s great! We’re doing great, things are going good, it’s just- WE don’t do anything that’s just for US.”

Vaggie: “That what’s bothering you?”

Charlie: “Bothering me? BOTHERING ME?? Vaggie our last outing together was dragging you back up to HEAVEN where the people who left you in hell also BLAKMAILED YOU!"

Vaggie: "Could've been worse."

Charlie: "IT WAS HORRIBLE! A NEGATIVE TIME TOGTHER! I’m gonna explode- I haven’t taken you on an actual date in MONTHS!!!”

Vaggie: “So let’s go then.”

Charlie: “I know we can’t just leave the hotel, but that doesn’t stop-”

Charlie: “…”

Charlie: “Huh?”

Vaggie: “Let’s go. We can take the rest of the night off.”

Charlie: “….can we?”

Vaggie: “Sure. Niffty’s busy with her new murder plant buddies, Husk’s busy being sick, Angel Dust’s busy with Husk, and Cherri Bomb… well. If the singing cannibal duo wants to keep playing exploding volleyball with her out back then that’s their problem, not ours.”

Charlie: “It’ll be our problem REAL quick if anyone spikes the bomb at the hotel!”

Vaggie: “It’ll be just another Tuesday, another hole in the wall, and a chance for Cherri to learn about the wonders of vacuum cleaners and wall plaster.”

Charlie: “Which you won’t be able to sleep knowing about until you’ve redone the whole thing yourself.”

Vaggie: “That’s still just another Tuesday.”

Charlie: “What about Husk being sick? AND suffering under Angel Dust’s dubiously sexy medical care?”

Vaggie: “If they’re bothering each other they can’t be getting into trouble with anyone else. Win-win.”

Charlie: “Niffty is building an army.”

Vaggie: “Good for her.”

Charlie: “She might be planning on wiping out all life in the hotel???”

Vaggie: “Hell forbid the cleaning ladies do anything.”

Charlie: “Why are you suddenly so okay with mess and chaos? You HATE messes and chaos! You patrol the hotel just to check everyone’s doing what you thought they’d be doing, based on all the little schedules you keep making on them!”

Vaggie: “Which they didn’t need to hear you yelling about but sure.”

Charlie: “You refold all my laundry so the creases line up just right! Why- oh no.”

Charlie: (gasp) “Vaggie, don’t panic, but I think the evil fail cookies are affecting you-”

Vaggie: “Charlie-” (laughing) “-no, they’re not. Maybe I’m fine with a little extra mess and chaos, if it means spending time with you.”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Vaggie: “Triangle. Wanna go on a date with me?”

Charlie: “YE- wait, you’re sure though?”

Vaggie: “I’m sure.”

Charlie: “Really sure?”

Vaggie: “Very.”

Charlie: “It’s not a fun date if it makes you super stressed afterwards.”

Vaggie: “I’m always stressed. It’d be nice if I could at least get some uninterrupted ‘stare at my beautiful girlfriend’ time while I’m at it.”

Charlie: “The hotel’s gonna be in RUINS when we get back. Our friends might be on fire by then.”

Vaggie: “C’mon, they’re not our kids. They’re all responsible adults….”

Chaggie: “…..”

Vaggie: “….they’re all adults…”

Charlie: “Who we’re kinda responsible for…?”

Vaggie: “Not for tonight.”

Charlie: (sighing) “That WOULD be nice.”

Vaggie: “So let’s make it happen. Date night?”

Charlie: “-ES YES YES YES YES-”

Vaggie: “That a yes?”

Charlie: “YES!!! I- Hold on, wait wait, I’ve got-”

Charlie: (pulls out several papers covered in writing and diagrams)

Charlie: “…I’ve got, let’s see here-”

Vaggie: “Notes?”

Charlie: “-seven quick pick up date ideas that don’t need ANY preparation-”

Vaggie: “You made plans for dates you didn’t even think we’d go on?”

Charlie: “Well it never hurts to dream about something, right? That way you get to have fun either way, and you’ll be ready if it does happen!”

Vaggie: “I love you.”

Charlie: (grinning) “You love that you’ve infected me with note cards and organizing thoughts and things~”

Vaggie: “That too.”

Charlie: “Well according to my wonderful notes, the least stressful date option is…. Cannibal Town!”

Vaggie: “They have that dress code don’t they.”

Charlie: “Unless you wanna get your cute butt chased for all the wrong reasons, yep! They do!”

Vaggie: “Is this you wanting to see me in a fancy-ass dress?”

Charlie: “And to stroll down the nicely kept streets arm-in-arm with you, enjoyed the quiet atmosphere not filled with random agonized screams, stopping to admire the beautiful and very well composted flower beds…”

Vaggie: “I’d stroll with you anywhere, so count me in.”

Charlie: “YES! Oh I already LOVE THIS- and Vaggie?”

Vaggie: “Yeah?”

Charlie: “I love you too.”

Vaggie: “Wow really. Had no idea.”

Charlie: “Heheh.”

Vaggie: “Honestly there’ve been like, zero hints about that all day.”

Charlie: “I promise I really was trying to be subtle.”

Vaggie: “There’s a lot of words for you, but subtle’s probably not one of them.”

Charlie: “I tried. I tried for youuuuuuu~ For the sake of my girlfriend, I was willing to go against my baser and more dramatic nature!”

Vaggie: “What’s more dramatic than man eating flowers, that’s what I’d like to know.”

Charlie: “A garden.”

Vaggie: “A g- a whole garden?”

Charlie: (shrug) “We’ve got plenty of empty rooms…”

Vaggie: “A garden, sweetie.”

Charlie: “I was thinking of putting a lot of trees and bushes in. Lots of stuff to hide behind.”

Vaggie: “Our own little patch of private picnic paradise, huh?”

Charlie: “Hm-hmm! Or for makeouts. Or both?”

Vaggie: (chuckling) “Not to spoil the mood but… speaking of plants and compost, on our date, should we bring the other half of the cannibal quartet over to Rosie’s while we’re headed there? Or, what’s left of them?”

Charlie: “Mmmmm NAAAH. I wanna have all hands free on the way over.”

Vaggie: “Hands free for what?”

Charlie: “Nothing~”

Vaggie: “Your hands are already on my ass, Charlie.”

Charlie: “Oh whoops!”

Vaggie: “I didn’t say you could move them.”

Charlie: “That’s why I’m not~”

Vaggie: “You’re in a mood tonight, aren’t you.” (muttering) “I’m not even the one off playing with carnivorous plants, so why's it suddenly feel like I’m in danger...”

Charlie: “Beecaaaause you look dangerously cute in a fancy dress.”

Vaggie: “Says the woman walking around in THAT suit.”

Charlie: “I have to dress sharp! I need to match with my girlfriend!”

Vaggie: “You’ve been wearing that exact same kind of suit since long before you even met me.”

Charlie: “Only through YEARS of unfulfilled potential!”

Vaggie: “Uh huh.”

Charlie: “Tragic, wasted beauty!”

Vaggie: “Hardly wasted with you in it.”

Charlie: “But it was! A jacket crying out for the one woman who’ll finally borrow and wear it the way it was always meant to be worn!”

Vaggie: “With the sleeves falling over my hands?”

Charlie: “With that adorable little blush when you snuggle down into it… Also, the way it falls to almost mid-thigh on you, and how you like wearing it with nothing el-”

Vaggie: “Is this a date night or a do not disturb night?”

Charlie: “Date night!”

Vaggie: “Then stop biting your lip at me.”

Charlie: “Aww.”

Vaggie: “And come help me pick out a fancy dress.”

Charlie: “!!! THE ONE FROM THE COMMERCIAL MAYBE???”

Vaggie: “Oh you liked that look, huh?” (snickering) “Aw babe- is THAT why you stay up replaying the commercial some nights?”

Charlie: “That’s… public image analysis…”

Vaggie: “Whatever you say. Now you now know how I feel every day.”

Charlie: (muttering) “lucky you.”

Vaggie: “You wanna switch things up for the date, or keep the suit?”

Charlie: “Keep, probably..? You like me in the suit~”

Vaggie: “I like you in a lot of things.”

Charlie: “R-right.”

Vaggie: “And nothing.”

Charlie: “I- same.” (horns start popping out) “Um.” (pushes them back in) “Could we also. Wear matching hats?”

Vaggie: “Of course we’re wearing matching hats. This is supposed to be a fancy date right?”

Charlie: “Very. Very fancy.”

Vaggie: “Well nothing’s fancier than hats."

Charlie: "WHEEE! With flowers on them, yeah!?"

Vaggie: "Have I ever let you down?”

Charlie: “Never.”

Vaggie: “And do you promise not to bring me anymore demonic flowers or singing quartets?”

Charlie: “… I’ll do my best.”

Vaggie: “Perfect.”

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “I wouldn’t say no to a few more of those cookies though-”

Charlie: “NO.”

Vaggie: “Sweetie, they were good.”

Charlie: “No. Absolutely no, I am NOT poisoning you on purpose. Not even if you ask me nicely and pout about it like that.”

Vaggie: “You deny the cookies?”

Charlie: “Don’t even start-”

Vaggie: “Girlfriend abuse. Toxic relationship alert.”

Charlie: “Those 'cookies' were the MOST TOXIC THING that our relationship has EVER seen!”

Vaggie: “They were made with love.”

Charlie: “And likely heavy metals? The fact that you willingly ate them is maybe the most WORRYING thing our relationship has ever seen…”

Vaggie: “Cough exorcist lie cough cough.”

Charlie: “Totally different. That didn’t put you in active danger-”

Niffty: “SPEAKING OF DANGER!”

Chaggie: (screaming)

Niffty: “My murder plant babies are in danger.”

Vaggie: “HOW can- how can those things BE in danger?”

Charlie: “NIFFTY PLEASE! The knocking?? The not dropping from air vents???”

Niffty: “Only in emergencies, I remember! This is an emergency. Husk is feeding himself to my murder plan babies.”

Vaggie: “Why.”

Niffty: “Escaping nurse Angel Dust and unnecessary CPR.”

Charlie: “Oh for-”

Vaggie: “Let him. They won’t kill him. Permanently, anyway.”

Charlie: “…. Hm.”

Niffty: “What if my murder babies get food poisoning from second hand bad cookies?”

Vaggie: “Seek revenge for them or something?”

Niffty: “OoooOOOH!”

Niffty: (scuttles away cackling)

Charlie: “Oh noooo, you’ve given her an idea-”

Vaggie: “Too late to stop her now. C’mon.” (grabbing charlie’s hand) “Make a break for our room before anyone else-”

Cherri Bomb: “Hey girls! Uh, you were planning on making a pit for a hotel swimming pool, right? Like, one already kinda full of blood? Right out back? Right???”

Chaggie: “….”

Charlie: “… Hello~! Charlie and Vaggie can’t be reached at the moment!”

Vaggie: “We’ll be out all night.”

Cherri Bomb: “And the pool of blood-?”

Charlie: “So please leave a message at the sound of the beep!”

Vaggie: “Beeeeep.” (at charlie) “Run.”  

Charlie: (scooping up vaggie) “My legs are longer-”

Vaggie: “Brilliant thinking sweetie now GO GO GO!!!”

Chaggie: (flees)

Cherri Bomb: “…..”

Cherri Bomb: “They take the u-haul thing seriously, huh.”

-their room-

Charlie: “….Vaggie.”

Vaggie: “Yeah?”

Charlie: “Stop it.”

Vaggie: “Stop what?”

Charlie: “Vaggie.”

Vaggie: “Mmm?”

Charlie: “…..”

Charlie: “…..fine, FINE!” (groaning) “I’ll see about salvaging the burnt remains of the evil cursed cookie recipe when we get back. Now will you PLEASE stop messing with your flawless hair and put the dress on? Or anything!? Anything being put on would be good now too!”

Vaggie: (smiling) “No idea what you mean babe, but alright.” (quietly to herself) “Mission success.”

Charlie: “I heard that.”

-exiting hotel-

Vaggie: “Almost there.”

Charlie: “Oh please my dad who’s probably in a pile of duckies, please just let us make it out the d-”

(horrific screaming from deeper inside hotel)

Charlie: “…..”

Vaggie: “….”

Charlie: “We didn’t hear that.”

Vaggie: “We kinda already did, sweetie.”

Charlie: “No.” (pouting) “No. We can hear it when we get back.”

Vaggie: “Fine by me.”

Charlie: (SIGHING) “Even though we’re gonna hear allllll about not hearing it when we get back...”

Vaggie: “Worth it.”

Charlie: (grinning) “Think so?”

Vaggie: “Do you?”

Charlie: (already tugging them out the door by their entwined hands) “More than worth it.” (lifts and twirls vaggie down the hotel steps) “Whooosh!”

Vaggie: “Oh is THIS why you really wanted me in a fancy dress? For the ‘whoosh’?”

Charlie: “That, and for the way you smile when I whoosh you~”

[angelbarelywritesslashers]

♡ good one | thomas hewitt x reader

♡ fandoms; Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003 + 2006)

♡ characters; Thomas Brown Hewitt

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; references to extreme violence, stockholm syndrome i suppose?, kidnapping

♡ notes; this was literally supposed to be porn but instead here’s some weird sappy stuff lol

anyways hopefully more fics soon, writers block and rehearsals have been a bitch and a half

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It was a wonder you were still alive. That’s what you thought about, sitting and fidgeting in the strange bedroom with your ankle shackled. Was shackled the right word if it was tied with rope? Whatever. It didn’t matter. You were fairly certain you’d fall prey to the crazy folks running around the place soon enough. The group you’d hitched a ride with was already long gone- one you’d watched get shot point blank by the bullshit sheriff. The others….well, you heard the chainsaw and the screaming. It was an easy conclusion to come to, especially after you saw the bloody smears on the hardwood downstairs.

You weren’t sure why you hadn’t been hacked into bits yet. You’d been indistinguishable from the others- just another wandering twenty-something with tight clothes and next to no money. The only thing you could think of was that gas station. Your companions had been such dicks to the lady at the counter- of course you apologized to her. She’d been just as kind in return, she even snuck a candy into your bag of sodas and snacks. She was the one who’d sent you that way, towards the farm house.

You stilled, train of thought lost as you heard footsteps. Heavy and slow- they were somehow more intimidating than any angry stomping could have been. You curled your legs up defensively, eyes trained on the door. The person stood there more than a second, silent and just as still as you were holding. If you hadn’t been listening so intently, you would have thought they turned and walked away. But then there was some quiet mumbling- a woman’s voice, maybe?- and the door creaked open.

“Go on Tommy dear- I found a good one for you.”

You’d never seen a man so tall- with shoulders so broad or arms and torso so solid. He was massive. He was terrifying. And he was attractive. Once your eyes unglued themselves from his figure you finally took in the rest. Dark, thick shoulder-length waves. A mask that seemed useless as any sort of medical device thanks to the open mouth. Eyes that were dark but not brown. Maybe blue, maybe gray..maybe just pure black. Like a shark’s. In other circumstances you'd be reduced to a puddle on floor over him. But the bloodstains on his shirt didn’t go unnoticed.

You watched him closely, and he watched you just as alertly, stalking forward like some jungle cat…No. Wait. That wasn’t right. He didn’t look scared, but he was cautious, keeping some distance. Maybe a better allegory would be he looked like he was trying to corner a feral kitten- not wanting you to swipe or dart away. As if doing either was possible. You were frozen with fear, though found the courage to lean back a bit as he stepped forward. He grunted softly and persisted, nearly trembling as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

Love at first sight was a stupid fucking concept. That you’d always believe. Maybe something in you just broke that same moment, maybe you were just too exhausted to think even close to straight. Maybe both. But when you and this massive man locked eyes, there was an instant understanding. He was already yours- and more importantly, you’d be his. He just had to stake his claim.

“…you’re Tommy?” You practically whispered. He nodded quickly. You got a sense he didn’t speak much, but you told him your name in return and tried to think of anything to talk about to stall the inevitable. “…you killed those people?” You blurted for some godforsaken reason. He tensed, still hovering over you. “It’s okay.” You added quickly “I didn’t actually know them. They were kinda mean.”

He furrowed his brow just a bit and searched your face, for any signs that you were lying. Before he came to a conclusion, you gave a soft sigh, instinctively leaning into the hand that had raised your face to him. Something immediately softened about him, and he rubbed your cheek in awe. The sleepy giggle it caused seemed almost to startle him. It was like no one had ever been that soft with him. Maybe they hadn’t. “….this is your room right? Can we sleep?”

Tommy still seemed in shock but carefully nodded, undoing his apron and seeming at a loss of what to do next. He frowned a bit as he noticed your bindings and quickly undid the knot that kept you stuck there. His guard was down- you could try to run. But you didn’t want to. Doing so would only be tiring. You wanted to let go. So instead you smiled softly and simply opened your arms, letting him cuddle up with you. It took him a minute to get settled, and all the while treating you so delicately… like you were made of glass. He looked up at you, again searching your face in near confusion. He grunted in surprise as you pecked his forehead. His mama really did find him a good one.

[mj0702]

Halloween

“Neña…” Mapí whisper yelled from the opposite side of the gym

“Neña!” the tattooed spaniard tried again a tiny bit louder after you didn’t reacted the first time

“Ay dios… NEÑA!!!” Mapí swore under her breath before throwing a tennis ball at your shoulder

“JESUS FUDGING CHRIST!” you squeaked in surprise looking up from the article you just read only while you pulled your earphones out of your ear “What is WRONG with you??!”

“I called you trés times!!!” the blonde defended herself but still waved you over

“I’m not allowed to talk to you when none of the “responsible ones” are around… Keira says we trouble together and I will get in trouble if we get in trouble” you said as you started to walk on but before you could go past Mapí she already grabbed your arm pulling you along

“No trouble… fun” Mapí corrected as she pulled you out of the gym down a hallway

“Where are you… hey” you started as you suddenly got shoved into an empty room – well… not empty “Oh fudge me… what are Tweedledee and Tweedledumb doing here?”

“Look Neña… Piña, Patros and I know how much you miss home…” the tattooed started

“I don’t miss home…” you said just to get ignored

“… and since you miss it so much we thought we celebrate hollowteen with you” Mapí looked at you a childish happiness glinting in her eyes while Patri and Piña nodded along grinning widely

“Uhm… you what?” you asked dumbfounded

“Hollowteen” Piña said like you just asked the most stupid thing in the world

“Again… what?” you asked even more confused

“You know… the night where you dress up as zombies and scare people and get candy for it” Patri explained

“HALLOWEEN!!!!” you slapped your forehead finally understanding what they were talking about

“Sí… hollowteen” Piña nodded happily

“Halloween you dimwits… HALLO-WEEN… not hollowteen…” you said rolling your eyes “… and that’s an American thing…. I’m British you jelly fishes”

“But…. You do that too right?” Mapí looked a little defeated and you had mercy on her

“Yeah kinda…” you shrugged your shoulders “… there’s more people doing it now than when I was younger … I mean Lucy took me around the neighborhood when I was wee”

“So… there’s this hollowteen special at the Barca Museum with Candy collecting and face painting and stuff” Piña said excited “… you wanna go?”

Now three pair of hopeful eyes were turned on you and you know there was only one correct answer

“Ehrm…yeah why not?” you shrugged “… but I’ll blame you if we get in trouble with the hellhounds”

“We just don’t tell Alexia…” the tattooed spaniard smiled widely

“… not only talking about Putellas..” you mumbled “… there’s Walsh… Bronze – even tho she would participate… Batlle… Engen… Paredes… did I forget someone? It feels like I forgot someone…”

“Torrejón?” Mapí helped you out

“Naah… I meant the other norwegian... Not princess norwegian… the other one… the scowling norwegian” you snippet your finger trying to think about her real name

“Caro?” Patri asked carefully

“YES!!! Her…!!!” you exclaimed happily

“Caro is nice” Mapí looked at you confused

“She looks scary” you mumbled

“So… you coming to hollowteen with us?” the tattooed spaniard asked hopefully

“Yes… I told you” you groaned as all three of the player started to give each other high fives

“Where were you Bits?” Keira asked you the second you came through the gym door making you jump

“Jesus fudging…” you exclaimed panting slightly “… what is WRONG with people today???!!!”

“Why so jumpy?” the blonde raised her eyebrow

“I got lost again… stupid building” you grumbled “… and you literally hid behind the door!!”

“Stop bullshiting me… you’re here long enough to know your way around” Keira warned you

“Keiraaaaaa” you whined trying to distract her

“No… I want answers… you were missing… Mapí is missing AND Piña and Patri are missing too.... answers Bitsy” of course the blonde wouldn’t fall for your change of tactics

“Promise me you won’t tell” you said quickly lowering your voice

“Oh god… I swear if you four are planning on doing ANYTHING that COULD mean any form of trouble…” Keira started but you quickly interrupted her

“… Mapí wants to propose and asked for help deciding on ring and location” you rambled quickly having to find something from the top of your head

“Mapí wants what?” the blonde opposite to you asked bewildered thinking she misunderstood you

“You know… ring… finger… here comes the bride” you pressed out acting like it was the biggest secret in Club history

“I… didn’t see that coming” Keira said shaking her head

“Really?” you looked surprised “… they dating forever”

“No… I mean yes” the blonde quickly corrected herself “… I mean I didn’t see it coming that MAPÍ would propose… that woman has the excitement level of a golden retriever but dear God she slow sometimes”

“What is Maps doing?” the person in question suddenly appeared next to you her head slightly tilted

“María….” Keira said seriously as she laid a hand on Maps shoulder “… I approve”

“Approve what?” the tattooed spaniard asked confused

“Your plan… Bitsy just told me… I approve” the englishwoman said smiling slightly

“REALLY???” Mapí asked confused

“Yeah… I had to tell her… about you… and princess norwegian… you know… ring” you intercepted quickly hoping Mapí would get it and not fuck your story up “…. But Keira swore to not tell a soul”

“Ah… okay… ehrm… yeah… ehrm” Mapí stuttered “Gracias?”

“I mean I must admit I always saw Ingrid being the one proposing…” Keira smiled friendly “… so finding out that you planning on doing it… color me surprised”

“Pro… pose… proposing?” the tattooed spaniard stuttered bewildered her eyes wide as you send her a warning glare

“Bitsy said…” the blonde englishwoman gestured to her ring finger

“What does proposing mean?” Mapí suddenly burst out FINALLY catching on now trying to save the situation

“Oh….” Keira exclaimed realizing Mapí got “confused” by the word – the spaniard knew fully well what that word meant “… you know… asking someone to marry them”

You exhaled quietly as Keira apparently bought what Maps was dishing out – until… Mapí had to overdo it

“What does someone mean?” the tattooed woman asked panicking

“María León…” Keira warned getting suspicious again and you slapped your forehead for the second time this day

“Oh you mean “someone” as in Ingrid…” Maps snippet her finger

“Yes you Space cadet” Keira rolled her eyes

“Ah… sí… we married to propose” the spaniard nodded her head frantically smiling wide

“I give up…” the englishwoman groaned turning around leaving the two of you standing there

“You do realize now you actually have to propose to Ingrid right?” you looked expectantly at your sister

“Sí… I planned on it anyway” the spaniard shrugged her shoulders like she just told you she lost her shirt somewhere on the pitch

“Wait… really??” you exclaimed shocked

“You really think I could do any better than her?” Mapí asked “She yes… she can do better than me… but I won’t ever find anyone better than her… so I have to make sure to give her a reason to stay sí?”

“Maps…” you said lost for words

“I know it… I’m nit AS stupid as people think…. Ingrid is the grand jackpot you know…” the blonde shrugged

“You are an amazing person Mapí… you have a heart of gold in the size of a lion…. You are just as much of a jackpot than she is” you said throwing her a smile

“Okay… where are those annoying children?” Alexia asked looking around the big table in her House were she hosted the annual Halloween dinner just to be met with shoulders being shrugged

“I KNEW they were up to something” Keira grumbled staring angrily at the three empty seats opposite to hers

“I tried to call Bubs but no such luck… mailbox” your sister looked at Alexia apologetic

“I’m so gonna make them pay for that” the blonde catalan sneered “Laps until their feet fall off… better… until their LEGS fall off”

“Easy Capi” Jenni grinned patting her best friends shoulder “… I’m sure they’re just late… or planning on a big entrance… it’s Mapí after all”

“I wouldn’t be concerned if it would be JUST Mapí…” Alexia snapped “… it’s the combination Mapí, Patri, Pina AND Cariño”

“Eh… I can see now why they dubbed you the least fun parent” Jenni waved off trying to grab a fried something

“I swear Hermoso if you touch any food before EVERYONE is sitting at this table I WILL cut your hand off” the spanish captain growled

“There was a time where you immensely enjoyed my hands” the dark haired Madrista snorted continue to grab some food not being bothered in the slightest

“Times change” Alexia huffed and took her spoon to slap Jennis hand away from the food

“Aye dios” Jenni swore shaking her hand “That hurt”

“Good…” the blonde spaniard smirked “… don’t say I didn’t warn you before”

“Irene” the dark haired spaniard whined to the third captain who was occupied in holding down her laughter

“Where are you!?!” all of them suddenly heard Ingrid sneering into her phone “María León I swear if you caused trouble again…”

“Gimme” Alexia quickly said holding out her hand and Ingrid passed her the phone

“Mapí….” Alexia started angrily but that was quickly replaced with confusion “Patri? No… no.. if you hang up Patri Guijarro… Patri!!”

“I… presume she hung up?” Jenni snorted as Alexia stared at the phone in her hand

“What gave that away?” Alexia snapped at her best friend “But I have a rough idea where to find them… Keira… Ingrid… let’s go… Irene… if Hermoso tries to steal food again before we’re back – kill her…”

“Aye!” Jenni exclaimed but smirked nonetheless

“You leave my hard prepared food alone Hermoso…” the blonde threatened the Madrista

“Yeah yeah” the dark haired spaniard waved her off popping a piece of croquet in her mouth

“Ugh…” Alexia huffed rolling her eyes standing up being followed by Keira and Ingrid

“Are you sure?” Ingrid looked out of the window skeptical at the Camp Nuo facility where Parents with theirs children walking around participating in this years “trick or treat”-game Barcelona set up

“Not a 100% but I recognized the background music…” Alexia mumbled also watching all the people – it would be a nightmare to move within them without getting recognized which would mean the “foolish four” would be warned about their arrival

“There’s too many people Ale…” Keira now said from the backseat

“I know… but I’m not leaving without… is that Pina?” the blonde started before she set eyes on a big Pineapple costume with a small trick-or-treat bucket in it’s hands

“If that’s Pina she’s really not the best with picking a costume…” Keira snorted amused

“It has to be… look..” Ingrid pointed at three more figures appearing behind the massive Pineapple

“Seriously?!” Keira looked bewildered at a Lion, a something and a Alexia Putellas Zombie

“She went as ME??!!” Alexia exclaimed watching you move with the crowd

“Zombie you…” Ingrid pointed out “… I wonder if that outfit is bought or if she stole it from you… she even has an Armband”

“What is Patri trying to be?” Keira wondered out loud

“The talking Hat from Harry Potter?” Ingrid shrugged her shoulders lost

“No idea but if they’re 100 meters closer we can grab them and shove them into the car” Alexia grumbled right as you looked up locking eyes with her

“Mierda” the blonde spaniard swore seeing how you immediately pulled on Mapís lion costume pointing to the car

“Let’s go then..” Keira said pushing the car door open already speed walking towards you

“Split up” you said quickly as you recognized Alexias car

“What? Why? We have fun” Mapí said confused

“That’s why…” you pointed at the black Cupra more specific Alexias black Cupra

“Uh Oh” Mapí said her eyes widening in shock

“What?” Piña turned around herself in her massive Pineapple costume not catching on

“Move people…” you stressed “… because they move too”

“Who moves?” Pina asked again

“A very angry Capi” Patri said nervously

“Move… I’ll distract them… we meet at the Pineapples place” you said as you pushed Pina to move

“May the odds be in your favorita Neña” Mapí said pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before she started to quickly walk away

“I’m in so much trouble” you mumbled to yourself as you locked eyes with Keira who immediately stopped just staring at you

“Don’t do it Bitsy” Keira said knowing exactly what your next move will be

“What?” Alexia asked confused after she came to a halt behind the blonde englishwoman

“She’s…” Keira started but right that second you made your move

“IT’S ALEXIA… AND KEIRA… AND INGRID!!!” you said loud enough that the people around you looked at you confused but then followed your pointed finger

“Damnit Bitsy” Keira swore under her breath as a group of people came towards her

You on the other hand smirked and mouthed a “Sorry” before you disappeared through the crowd in the other direction

“I can’t believe she did that to us” Alexia grumbled angrily as she opened her door

“I would’ve been surprised if she hadn’t done it” Keira said shaking her hand to ease the tightness of her muscles from giving a million autographs

“So can we eat… where’s the Pequeña?” Jenni rounded the corner to the hallway happily to then look confused

“She threw us under the bus and fucked off” Keira said

“Then why are you here??? You need to go to a hospital!!!” the Madrista exclaimed shocked scanning Alexia for injuries

“What?” the blonde englishwoman looked confused

“You were hit by a bus!” Jenni panicked

“No… no Jenni…. That’s just a saying… we weren’t near any busses” Keira explained quickly

“Oh… that’s good” the dark haired spaniard immediately calmed down

“So… what did she do?” Lucy smirked when Keira took her place next to Lucy

“Pointed out to everyone that we were there” the blonde huffed “… I had to sign a million things”

“That’s a good move…” your sister hummed

“Just because you weren’t there” Keira grumbled

“Capi said “Keira” …. Not “Lucy”… not me fault” Lucy smirked

“Let’s eat” Alexia interrupted rather aggressively

“Finally… I’ve been starving” Jenni exclaimed happily

“Firstly… you’re always starving…” Alexia said unimpressed “… secondly… I’m far the better host… I offered you a drink”

“I’ll trade my snickers for a Mars and a milky way” you said sitting on Pinas bed negotiating with Patri

“No way…. Snickers and that bag of sour things” Patri said

“Nope… no deal… you don’t even like Mars” you looked at her lost

“But I won’t give away two things to receive one…” the midfielder answered

“Well… your loss then” you shrugged your shoulders biting into a Chocolate Bar you traded with Mapí earlier

“So… how fucked are we tomorrow?” Piña suddenly asked

“So SO fucked… but it seriously was worth it” you munched along on your Chocolate

“It was a lot of fun until they had to ruin it” Mapí hummed

“I TOLD you… Alexia is the least fun one” you pointed out and suddenly all four of you bursted out laughing

[flaetsbnortoriginals]

WATCHING MITU'S ONLY SCENE TO FIGURE OUT HOW HER "GAME" WORKS

BECAUSE I NEED AN EXCUSE TO

So the stuff that's obvious is:

She always needs to guess a four-letter word.

Correct letters show up in green. (Someone in the game said the game she's playing is closer to Wordle than Hangmen.)

If she fails to guess the word correctly, she gets H-U-R-T.

OK, good. Let's look at more objective data:

She starts most, but not all guesses with two letters already revealed. BOSS, WISH, VIEW and BACK all have two letters revealed from the begnning, as do LUCK and MENU, that show up if you talk to her again. DUTY, ORAL and the unknown word that caused her to get H-U-R-T had no letters revealed.

Every four-letter word she says is entered as a guess, but WASTE has five letters and was also entered.

Now here's some stuff that isn't objective but I think can be inferred easily:

WISH was a lucky guess. That's why she sounded so happy after she said it; she didn't expect to win. Which, in turn, means that guessing right does give him something nice, even if it's just delaying her getting H-U-R-T.

Most people say that it takes her five tries for her to get H-U-R-T. But notice that she tries to stammer something after she misguesses WASTE. I think she has a grace period in which she can guess the right word and avoid getting H-U-R-T, but she couldn't (I mean, she only had one letter).

After she gets H-U-R-T, she pays much closer attention to her words. She even focuses to get BACK right, and blurts it out without using it in a sentence. After that she relaxes again - even though she's not being given hint letters any more.

So based on these facts, here's what I think I can gather:

Her game has difficulty levels. It starts more lenient, where each word starts out with more letters shown. She actively wants to progress. (Or maybe the only way not to progress is to get H-U-R-T), so she needs to.

She brazenly wasted guesses before the word she couldn't figure out, but then was much more conservative with the next words. The simplest explanation for that is that she was traumatized and didn't want to get H-U-R-T again. But another explanation is that guessing words correctly gives her more chances to make mistakes. For instance, she only could make five wrong guesses to start with because she had gotten BOSS and WISH right already; she might be H-U-R-T with even one simple wrong guess with VIEW and BACK.

She guesses ORAL without any right letters, and DUTY with a single letter she had gotten less than a second before. This tells me she has ways to figure out what a word is other than the letters. The way she talks suggests to me that she can kinda sense its placement in a sentence. So the word she couldn't guess would be something negative about Ena.

Does she actually need to use her words in a sentence? It might be that she only needs to play her game when she's talking to someone - that certainly has some possible readings behind it. It would also explain why her additional scenes have two letters already revealed, even though in her main scene she 'progresses to the hard level' where she has no letters revealed: she restarts from the first level every time she leaves a conversation. But I actually have a more interesting theory: she doesn't need to use the words in context, and she's doing it because she's gotten too good at the 'base game' and wants to challenge herself. You know how Hank Green plays Connections in a way that he considers a loss if his first guess is anything other than the purple group? She might be doing that! Specially considered that there was no indication she'd be punished for blurting out BACK; she used it in a sentence because she wanted to. Alternatively, since I theorized she can guess words based on how they'd be used, the game might actually be easier for her if she's using these words in an actual conversation.

That's what happens when you're obsessed with a blorbo and can't draw but can write an essay.

[shadow-redferne]

Proship vs Anti Discourse is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

(PT: Proship vs Anti Discourse is Why We Can't Have Nice Things) (Trigger warning: This post discusses multiple sensitive topics, including abuse, bullying, bigotry and suicide. Reader discretion *heavily* advised)

I've finally gotten around to this post and I'll admit I can already smell the hostility. Just some disclaimers: This post isn't me commenting on the morality of certain media or ships, nor is it me commenting on whether or not fiction affects reality. This is only to talk about the damage this kind of discourse has done to fandom. I am going to warn you: This is *not* a post full of kindness. I am not going to be nice. This post is going to be a bit mean. No. Very mean. Sorry about that. So, TL;DR: Both sides have a harassment problem, and neither side wants to address the issues their communities have, leading to fandom becoming an unsafe environment. So uh, I don't think I need to write a witty introduction here. The current state of fandom is rancid. Harassment has become a giant fucking problem lately. So what's the problem? The problem lies in one thing: 'Proship' vs 'Antiship' discourse.

"Shadow, what the fuck do those words mean?" Proship used to mean that you supported all ships, all forms of fiction, and that you were against harassing anyone who was involved in fandom, as well as against censorship. 'Anti', or 'antiship', meant that you were against some forms of fiction and shipping, mainly ones involving minors or incest. Now you might've noticed that I used the phrase "used to" and the word "meant". That's because both terms kinda got new definitions and became buzzwords, with proship turning into a synonym for 'problematic shipper' (the term 'darkship' eventually came around to distinguish the two apart from my understanding, but uh...as you can see it hasn't helped much!). On top of that, people use the word 'proship' as a verb or type of content rather than an actual stance (ie. 'proshipping', 'proship content', 'proship artstyle', you get the idea). However that's not the main point here. Let's cut to the chase now; both sides fucking hate each other; we'll make that clear, with both sides throwing vile accusations towards one another. However, the more I looked into the swamp, the more distrust I gained for both sides. Something was bothering me, but what? I tried to do a survey; two of them in fact, to see which side was more hostile. Unfortunately, neither survey gave me a lot of useful results, considering I got very little responses from the anti side (So uh, thanks for nothing on that end guys. /nm). The written responses did give one common theme: Fandom has a problem. A problem with harassment, bullying, creeps and bigotry. The antis are particularly horrible when it comes to this. I'm going to start this off by saying that I actually used to consider myself an 'anti' due to my discomfort with noncon and incest. And unfortunately, I was pretty fucking hostile to others (although I never sent death threats, fuck anyone who does that shit). I eventually stopped associating with the 'anti' side when I saw how rampant the ableism was- more on that later. 'Antis' have caused severe harm to fandom, and I don't really understand how anyone can deny that. However, I am pretty fucking tired of everyone pretending that the 'proship' side is the good side. I know the 'proship' side isn't going to like hearing this, but it needs to be said: You guys are *just* as guilty as 'antis' when it comes to being toxic. And I'm not saying that because of the pro-incest stuff or the minor/adult pairings. I'm saying that many 'proshippers' are way too comfortable with being creepy towards others, and the community that claims to be 'anti-harassment'... isn't all that anti-harassment! Here are just some of the written responses I got from the survey:

Here's one alibi from an anonymous user who submitted to the @selfship-confession-box account (pls let me know if you dont want to be tagged)

Another anon that was submitted to the @proship-anti-discussion account

Lastly, here's some of the replies and reblogs to a post talking about an 'ex-proshipper' that left the community due to negative experiences (the OP of said post and the 'ex proshipper' in question did eventually apologize to each other, so I'll cut both of them some slack. I'm only showing the responses because holy fuck are they rancid).

So yeah. So much for the 'proship' community being "anti-harassment" and inclusive to SA and grooming survivors. Now, to the 'anti' side. I will say, the 'proshippers' got one thing right, and that's the fact that 'antis' very much fucking suck. And remember when I said that 'proshippers' were hypocrites? Well, 'antis' are also that. They talk so much about protecting "sa survivors" and how "proshippers are bigoted". But what do the written responses say about this?

and let's not forget *this*

I also want to bring up this comment about the term 'proship artstyle' that I thought was worth mentioning:

In other words... 'antis' aren't as great to hang around either! Now, there's one particular issue I really want to zero in on, and that's the rampant ableism from both sides. As one of the above written responses say, there is a huge problem of 'antis' and 'proshippers' misusing words like 'psychotic' and 'delusional'. The r-slur is also pretty rampant, I've noticed.

Still don't believe me? Okay. Here's a more recent example from an anonymous 'anti' I came across (ironically enough this came up when I searched "proship ableism". Also. fatphobia too? pick a struggle anon)

And that's not even getting into the amount of 'antis' who weaponize the saying "seek help" or "go to therapy". Now, let's go back to the terms supposed original meanings, particuarly the meaning for 'proshipper'. That term was supposed to mean that you were against censorship and harassing people for fiction and ships, and that you didn't judge people for liking certain ships. Meanwhile, 'antis' were supposedly about wanting to get rid of problematic media that could be harmful to minors and SA survivors. But it's time to be honest: Both sides have lost the plot. How am I supposed to believe either side is "anti-harassment" when neither side knows how to respect boundaries? How am I supposed to believe either side cares about SA survivors when you have both sides constantly speaking over said survivors and also harassing them? How am I supposed to believe either side cares about minors when there's been individuals on both sides, yes, including the so called "antis" that "care so much about protecting children uwu", that were outed as groomers? How am I supposed to believe either side is the good side when you have things like this happening:

The last thing I take issue with? The terms "proship" and "anti" as a whole, as well as every single similar term that's come out of this mess. While I do genuinely believe these terms were probably helpful in the past, it's clear that they're not doing any good whatsoever. Both terms have had their original meanings muddied and twisted to the point where they basically have no meaning at all, and the terms existing have created a massive "us vs them" mentality within fandom. There's also the issue of both sides forcing labels on others. I've seen posts that are all "if you believe x, congrats you're a proshipper!" or "if you believe y, you're an anti!". As well as anyone identifying as 'neutralship' (a label I also used to identify with before I stopped associating with these labels entirely) being called a "closet proshipper" or an "anti in disguise". Personally? If you have to force people to pick a side in order for you to trust them, I don't see why I should trust you. If you have to rely on labels like "proship", "anti", "anti-anti", "anti-harassment", "anti-censorship" to come across as a safe person or a good person, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to see you as a good person. You might be wondering why I included the "anti-harassment" and "anti-censorship" labels in that. Well, I'm going to be honest, and you are welcome to disagree with me on this, but I feel like these terms are so fucking unnecessary. Being "anti-harassment" and "anti-censorship" is the BARE FUCKING MINIMUM, a bare minimum that neither side can truly follow. Also, calling yourself "anti-harassment" doesn't automatically make me believe that. Especially when it's been proven time and time again that 'proshippers', the side believed to be 'anti-harassment', isn't all that 'anti-harassment' at all! Now I know what you're thinking at this point; you're thinking that I condone harassment because I'm going after both sides. You're thinking that I don't give a damn about the death threats that 'antis' have sent. No. No. No. That is not what I'm saying. And honestly, if *that's* the message you're getting, I don't know what to tell you.

So no, I'm not saying harassment is good or okay (and if that's the message you got from reading the above... I genuinely do not know what to tell you). I'm saying that you don't deserve a medal or a cookie for not sending death threats or being against people who send death threats, when it's literally the BARE MINIMUM. The bar is in fucking hell at this point. And as it's been shown, neither "proshippers" nor "antis" are truly anti-harassment. Me not liking 'proshippers' doesn't automatically mean I'm okay with sending them death threats, and me not liking 'antis' doesn't make me okay with abuse. And it sure as fucking hell doesn't mean that I don't care either. Because guess what? I do fucking care. It's why I'm fucking making this post in the first place. I shouldn't have to identify as "proship" or "anti" or any other labels to tell you that I care. Me refusing to use a label doesn't mean I'm apathetic to all the harm that's happened. And I sure as hell am not condoning harassment by refusing to hold hands with individuals who can't even bother to respect each other's boundaries. And honestly? If you interpret "I don't support proshippers *or* antis because they both made fandom toxic and unsafe" as "I condone sending death threats and rape threats", that's kind of on you. Here's a simple message I have for anyone who calls themselves "proship" or "antiship", and I am going to be especially mean here: Stop pretending to brand yourselves as the good guys when all you've done is break boundaries, talk over abuse survivors and marginalized groups. Stop being hypocrites, and actually address the issues within your goddamn communities. And stop downplaying said issues by saying "BUT THIS SIDE IS WORSE!" or "BUT THEY DO IT TOO!". Also, stop forcing people to use your dumb labels. Literally all of this could be fucking solved with using the block buttons or report buttons. There is no reason for this stupid fucking infighting. You don't have to like each other, fuck no, but quit dragging those who aren't involved into your messes and ruining fandom for everyone.

To "antis": Quit pretending to care about SA survivors and minors when you're the ones sending them death threats (And maybe address the fucking groomers within your community too, by the fucking way). To "proshippers": Stop being a dick to people who have had negative experiences with your community, stop ignoring the bigotry and stop letting in predators within your community. Now lastly, I know I said I wasn't going to comment on stances, but I do want to say this because it's also very much fucking bothering me. I hate how this discourse just boils down to either "Fiction DOESN'T affect reality at all, it's 100% okay to support ANY kind of media/ship/pairing no matter how problematic it is, and if you disagree with that you're a fascist!" or "Actually supporting ANY kind of media that's problematic and/or depicts so and so is BAD and if you support that you're a horrible human being! And if you disagree with me you're just as bad!" Have you guys perhaps, I don't know: Considered a fucking middle ground? Have you maybe considered nuanced discussions? How about that? Okay, I'm done being mean. In fact, I actually don't have much else to say so here's a video that talks about it a little more nicer than I do

*Sigh* I'm going to regret posting this, aren't I?