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the finished version! inspired by the sounds of bomberman hero, metroid (AM2R specifically), depeche mode's earlier work :)

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"Pure Insatiablity"-[𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓-2] 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐆.𝐍 (Yandere) 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 (𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓)

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Genre: Yandere/Fluff

Summary: After a small smooch session, You decided to ask him on a first date that is outside to an ice cream shop. You sadly realized how much your book is affected the 'simps' be careful, some people just might eye his aesthetic! You have a small motive too Mission : Invite him to a sleepover!

( Reader is a g.n!)

TW: Obsessive behaviour, Lovesick, Blood, Violence, Crazy! Your daily dose of cringe! (He's crazy ><), (Reader is obsessive in love with him) Mentions of disturbing poetic lines?

EXTRA: He's a character from a game named Killer chat! Please play it! It's so good! I think I need to do more research on him, If what I wrote doesn't really scream him! I'm sorry! I'm still learning abt him! I KNOW IT'S BAD I'M SORRYY!!

You and Ronin walked through the quiet streets, the echo of your footsteps bouncing off the alley walls. His hand gripped yours with just enough pressure to remind you of his presence. He was always like that—an anchor, pulling you deeper into his orbit, and you couldn’t help but sink further in your love with him.

But something nagged at you. It wasn’t jealousy, peruse, but curiosity. How did Angel deal with this devil. Some tips to make yourself interesting You bit your lip, trying to work up the nerve to ask.

"Ronin…" you started hesitantly, your voice small, but he just glanced at you, his eyebrow raised, as if daring you to continue.

"How was it… you and Angel? You know, when you were together?"

He didn’t respond immediately, his pace unchanged as you walked. For a moment, you thought he might ignore you altogether, but then he sighed, a slow, deliberate sound, his lips curling up into a dark smile.

"Keep thinkin’ about it in that pretty stupid little head of yours, darlin’," he teased, his voice dripping with that post-ironic bite that was so him. "But fine, if you really wanna know…" His tone shifted as he spoke, and you could tell he wasn’t playing games this time. His gaze turned cold, distant, like he was pulling from memories he wasn’t entirely comfortable revisiting.

"I felt safe with her, y’know?" He said it so casually, but there was something deeper in his words. "She was like… a reflection of something I couldn’t have anymore. I was projectin' Ther—onto her. Still got a lotta unprocessed shit about them. It's just two people were broken tryin to fix each other."

You blinked, trying to process that. "Ther?" You whispered. Yeah, you knew he mentioned it. Forsaken town, First love.

His grip on your hand tightened, and for a second, his eyes flashed with something colder than usual. "Stop carin’," he muttered, his voice sharp. "You’re askin’ all these stupid questions and you’re gonna get lost in ‘em. That what you want? To drown in this obsession you’ve got for me? ‘Cause I’ll let you. But stop stickin’ your nose where it don’t belong."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and suddenly you felt that lovesick haze wrapping around your mind again, his voice pulling you deeper into it. You forgot, almost instantly, what you had just been talking about. All you could focus on was him. His presence, his voice, the way his hand felt against yours. Your mind whirled, caught in the spiral of your adoration for him.

He noticed, of course. He always did. He gave you that dark smile again, the one that told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"Why’d you even ask about Angel, huh?" His tone was challenging now, mocking, as if daring you to admit what you were really thinking.

"I… I just wanted to understand," you stammered, looking down at the ground. "I wanted to know how she was with you. For… tips."

He stopped walking then, turning to face you fully. His eyes narrowed as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Tips for what, baby? You plannin’ somethin’ for Angel? If you do, I will have a reason to abuse my crowbar." His voice dropped, a dark serious tone....

You shook your head furiously, eyes wide. "No, no! I would never!" You gasped, the thought of hurting Angel—a sweetheart, someone who had been nothing but kind to you—making you feel sick. "Even if I’m crazy, I wouldn’t hurt her. She’s… she’s too nice. I care about her too much, Ronin."

You said it softly, almost to yourself, as if admitting it out loud made it more real. Your mind spun with the thought of Angel, how she’d always looked out for you, tried her best to help you, even when you were too far gone in your obsession with Ronin to notice sometimes.

Ronin watched you, that cold gaze of his never faltering. "That so?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "And here I thought you didn’t care ‘bout anyone but me."

"I don’t care about impressing you with that," you blurted, shaking your head again, a desperate edge to your voice. "I don’t need to do something crazy to make you notice me. I just… I have to be someone. Someone you find interesting. Someone who stands out, right?"

Ronin’s lips curled into a wicked smile, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he whispered, "You’re already like someone when you’re just normal."

You didn’t hear him—your mind too clouded, too wrapped up in him to catch the whisper.

You perked up suddenly, your eyes lighting up as a new thought crossed your mind. "Oh! I just remembered something!" you chirped, unable to contain your excitement.

Ronin raised an eyebrow, clearly not as enthusiastic as you were. "What now, darlin’?" he asked, voice tinged with mild annoyance, though he couldn’t quite hide the curiosity in his eyes.

"There’s a new ice cream shop near my place!" you said, practically bouncing on your heels. "We could go there, y’know? You could stash your stupid crowbar at my place, and then we can grab some ice cream. It'll be fun!"

For a moment, Ronin looked genuinely taken aback. His usual cold expression faltered, his eyes narrowing in what you could only describe as confusion. He stared at you, silent, and the longer he didn’t say anything, the more you started to worry. You bit your lip, fidgeting under his gaze.

"Ronin…?" you asked softly, concern creeping into your voice. "Are you… okay?"

His expression hardened, and he shook his head with a low chuckle, though there was something off about it. "You stalked me or somethin’ when I was a kid, huh? You have been to angeltown?" His tone was dry, almost mocking, but there was an undercurrent of something else—something more vulnerable, hidden beneath the layers of sarcasm.

"What?" You blinked, genuinely confused. "No! What are you talking about?"

"It’s nothin’," he muttered, eyes flicking away from yours as if he didn’t want to explain any further. "Just… remembered somethin’. Forget it."

But in truth, he was remembering something far more personal than he’d ever let on. Back in his small hometown, there was an old ice cream shop he used to frequent with his childhood best friend—his first love, Ther. They would go there all the time, sneaking off after school, sharing laughs and stolen glances over melting cones. His favorite flavor had been apple crumble, and somehow, that preference had stuck with him all these years, even as everything else changed.

It was a memory he didn’t care to revisit, especially not with you looking at him like that, all wide-eyed and hopeful, dragging him into your bright, pretty world.

"Okay," he finally said, voice low and resigned. He glanced down at you, and you could see the walls he always kept up, the ones you couldn’t ever fully break down.

Your eyes widened in excitement, your heart fluttering at the thought of something so simple, yet so intimate. Your first date with him—ice cream! "Oh my god, this is gonna be our first ice cream together!" you squealed, barely containing yourself. You tried to act cute, hoping for a rare smile from him.

But Ronin just sighed deeply, as if the very idea was exhausting. "Shut up," he muttered, his hand briefly ruffling your hair before pulling away. "So hopeless..."

"I’m sorry," you whispered, though you couldn’t hide the small grin tugging at your lips. "Hehe."

He rolled his eyes and just started walking ahead, his crowbar resting over his shoulder, not even bothering to check if you were following. Of course, you hurried to catch up, practically bouncing along next to him, whispering little apologies under your breath, giggling to yourself.

You reached your small, somewhat sad-looking house, a modest place nestled in the shadow of larger buildings. It wasn’t much, but it was yours, and right now, You turned to him, practically vibrating with excitement, pushing him lightly. "Come on, come in! Don’t be such a grump."

He looked at the house, then back at you, his expression unreadable. He hadn’t said a word about how unimpressive it was, but the way his eyes flicked over everything made you feel self-conscious for a moment. You almost wanted to apologize for it, but then again, this was Ronin. If he cared about things like that, you wouldn’t be here at all.

You changed the subject quickly, "They have apple crumble at the ice cream place, you know! It’s their famous flavor! But! we can try your fav too!"

Ronin’s gaze snapped back to you, and for a second, there was something unreadable in his eyes. His face hardened again as he narrowed his eyes at you. "How the hell do you know that’s my favorite flavor, darlin’?"

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "I didn’t! I just… It’s their famous one! I didn't know..!" You laughed awkwardly, hoping to shake off whatever tension had crept into the conversation.

But Ronin wasn’t letting it go. He stared at you, his expression shifting to one of suspicion. "You messin’ with me or somethin’? Huh?"

"What?" you said, confused and a little thrown off by his sudden shift in tone. "No! I wouldn’t—"

Before you could finish, he cut you off, "Forget it." He shook his head, almost like he was trying to shake off the conversation. "This is stupid. I don’t wanna go."

You could feel the excitement you’d built up start to deflate. You frowned slightly, watching him as he crossed his arms, his crowbar still hanging loosely from one hand. "Ronin, c’mon," you said softly, trying to calm him down. "Just relax a little, okay? Leave the crowbar here, at least. You don’t want people thinking you’re the Butcher, right?"

He gave you a look, his lips twitching upward in a smirk. "What, afraid the boys in blue are gonna catch me, darlin’?"

"Yes!" you exclaimed, a bit exasperated but still with a smile. "Just… humor me, alright? We don’t need the extra attention."

He chuckled darkly, looking at you with that familiar devilish glint in his eyes. "So careful… It’s sad, really. But I ain’t stupid. I know how to keep safe." He turned his head away, glancing toward the alley like he was already plotting his next escape route.

"Okay, then," you said, pressing him gently, trying to get him to focus. "So let’s go. Ice cream, remember?"

Ronin sighed heavily, dragging the crowbar along the ground for a moment before he finally propped it against your front step. "Christ, stop with the annoyin’—" He stopped himself, his voice cutting off mid-sentence as his gaze fell on you.

Your eyes met his, wide and pleading, and something in them seemed to stop him in his tracks. He looked at you for a long moment, his expression softening just a fraction. "Again with those eyes," he muttered, almost to himself. "Stop lookin’ at me like that."

"Like what?" you asked, confused and a little concerned by the sudden shift in his demeanor.

"Like that," he said, his voice lower now, a whisper that carried an edge of frustration. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "It’s too damn similar."

You blinked at him, more confused than ever. "Similar to what?"

He didn’t answer you, just stood there for a moment, his jaw clenched tight. Finally, he exhaled sharply, like he was forcing himself to drop whatever thought was running through his head. "It’s childish," he muttered. "This whole thing is stupid."

But even as he said it, Ronin pushed past you, walking toward the alley ahead of you like he had already given in. You smiled, hurrying to catch up with him, practically bouncing with excitement. This was a small victory—getting him to go, even if he was acting like it was a chore.

You tried to play it off, walking beside him and giving him a sidelong glance. "You don’t have to go if you really don’t want to, you know."

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his lips curling into a smirk. "Shut up, darlin’. You dragged me into this, now I’m gonna see it through."

You grinned, a blush creeping up your neck. "Okay, okay, I’ll stop talking. But… thanks for coming with me. I know it’s kinda… silly."

Ronin didn’t respond right away. He just kept walking, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his expression unreadable. After a few moments, he glanced over at you again, and for the briefest second, you thought you saw something softer beneath the usual cold exterior.

"Y’know," he said quietly, his voice almost too low to hear, "you’re more like someone than you realize. When you’re not actin’ all… lovesick."

You blinked at him, confused by his words. "What do you mean?"

He didn’t elaborate, just kept walking ahead, his pace quickening slightly as if he wanted to put some distance between you and the conversation. You furrowed your brows, wondering what he meant, but you didn’t press him. You were just happy he was here, with you, even if you didn’t understand everything that went through his head.

Ronin, hands in his pockets, posture effortlessly cool. He carried himself like the devil he pretended to be—like nothing ever fazed him. But you saw through it. You always did.

You smiled softly to yourself, tilting your head. "Did you miss me?" you asked, your voice innocent but layered with a lovesick longing that was impossible to hide. You always wanted to hear him say it, wanted him to acknowledge that he thought about you when you weren’t around.

Ronin’s smirk twitched. He was quick with his answer, too quick. "I was good. Y’know, like... I’m fine, darlin’." His voice was casual, but the way he flicked his gaze away from you betrayed him. He thought he was hiding it so well, but you could see the cracks. He wasn’t as cool and unaffected as he pretended to be.

You pursed your lips, a playful frown creasing your forehead as you watched him closely. "V lied about that too, didn’t he?" you pressed, your eyes narrowing just a little. "He told me you were fine without me, but... were you really okay, Ronin? With not talking to me?"

Your voice softened, a trace of vulnerability slipping through. You wanted to know the truth, wanted to hear it from him, even though you already suspected the answer.

Ronin’s jaw clenched, his hands digging deeper into his pockets. He was trying so hard to keep up the act, but you knew him too well. "I didn’t need to talk, I had to fuck up some cars." he said, his tone rougher than before, trying to deflect. "I was busy, y’know. Cleaning up my victims and all that." He shot you a devilish grin, trying to distract you with his usual dark humor. He wanted to keep it light, to rise you up out of your lovesick thoughts, but you could see right through him.

"Cleaning your victims, huh?" You let out a small laugh, tilting your head again as you walked a little closer to him, almost bumping his shoulder with yours. "Ronin, don’t lie to me. I know you better than that." Your voice was soft, gentle, but there was a certainty in it that made his attempt to dodge the question crumble even more.

He stopped walking for a second, glancing at you, his eyes darting to meet yours before looking away just as quickly. "It’s your fault I had to come out, you know?" he muttered, but the playful edge in his voice didn’t fully mask the truth. "I was layin’ low, had a good streak goin’, but no, you had to drag me back out, didn’t ya, darlin’? You should be sorry for ruining it."

"Sorry for ruining your perfect streak," you whispered, grinning despite the mock seriousness of his tone. But there was something in his words that made your heart skip a beat, something in the way he was still here with you, in the way he hadn’t really wanted to stay away.

He turned his head to look at you, and for a moment, his smirk faltered, his eyes flicking up and down as if he were sizing you up. "Grow some spine, will ya? You’re actin’ all pathetic," he teased, but there was no real venom in his voice. Just that post-ironic attitude, the way he tried so hard to play the role of the devilish rogue, but underneath it, you could feel the truth.

And it was so sweet, so Ronin. He thought he was being smooth, but you could see the cracks in his armor, and it only made you love him more.

"I’m not pathetic," you whispered, your heart fluttering as you took another step closer to him. "You missed me, didn’t you?" Your voice was lovesick, hopelessly romantic, like you were clinging to every word, every chance he’d let slip that maybe, just maybe, you meant something to him.

Ronin huffed, rolling his eyes, but his lips twitched again, betraying the fact that he couldn’t quite keep up the act. "You’re makin’ this harder than it needs to be, darlin’. I’m tellin’ ya, I was fine."

You smiled softly, tilting your head as you gazed up at him, your eyes soft with affection. "You weren’t fine," you said gently. "You missed me, didn’t you?"

He stopped walking again, his gaze locking onto yours. There was a brief silence, just the sound of your footsteps on the pavement and the distant hum of the city. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at you, trying to keep up the facade, trying to maintain that devil-may-care attitude he always wore like a mask.

But you could see it, the way his eyes softened just a little, the way his posture relaxed ever so slightly. He was trying so hard to hide it, but he wasn’t doing a very good job.

"Christ," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "You’re impossible."

You giggled softly, feeling your heart swell with affection. "I knew it."

Ronin’s lips twitched again, and he glanced away, trying to regain his composure. "Stop actin’ so smug about it," he grumbled, but there was no real bite in his words. He was giving in, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

"You’re just my Ronin," you whispered, your voice full of that lovesick adoration that made him roll his eyes, but deep down, you knew he didn’t mind it as much as he pretended to.

You entered the small, brightly lit ice cream shop, a chime from the door announcing your arrival. The cool air hit your skin as you walked in, but something about the place felt off immediately. It wasn’t the place itself—it was the way every pair of eyes inside turned to look at Ronin the second he stepped through the door. The cashiers at the counter, the waitstaff, even a few customers… all of them paused, their gazes lingering on him for just a second too long, whispering and giggling among themselves.

Ronin noticed too, but, in typical fashion, he didn’t seem to care. He just strolled in like he owned the place, finding a booth in the corner and sitting down casually, his back resting against the wall. You followed, but as you took your seat across from him, you could feel your frustration building. Those eyes on him… the way they looked at him like he was some kind of sideshow attraction—it made your skin crawl.

You glanced at him, but he seemed perfectly at ease, arms stretched out along the back of the booth, his lips twitching into a faint smirk as he scanned the menu lazily. "So," he drawled, flicking his gaze up to meet yours. "What’re you having’?"

You hesitated for a moment, your eyes still scanning the room, catching more of those glances, more of those giggles from across the counter. Why were they looking at him like that? Maybe it was just coincidence. Maybe it was… something else. You forced yourself to focus and asked, “What do you want?”

Ronin leaned forward just slightly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Apple crumble," he said, his voice low and teasing, like it was some private joke. He knew you’d catch the significance.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you tried to stay composed, biting your lip as you glanced at the menu. "I… I don’t know what I want," you mumbled, feeling a little lost in your thoughts.

Ronin gave you a long, unreadable look, then leaned back again, his expression softening for just a second before he shrugged. "Get that 'flavor-name,' Ain’t it your favorite?"

You blinked, surprised. "Y-yeah, it is…" You smiled softly, nodding, but there was something distant about his expression, something faraway that flickered across his eyes for just a moment before he bounced back, his devil-may-care smirk returning. You were about to ask him what that was when a waitress appeared at your table.

She was all smiles, her attention laser-focused on Ronin like you weren’t even there. "Hi there! What can I get for you?" she asked, completely ignoring you. Your fingers clenched into fists under the table, a wave of irritation bubbling up inside you. But before you could say anything, Ronin answered, his tone cool and detached.

"Apple crumble."

The waitress giggled, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "That’s a great choice! Is your style, like, inspired by that serial killer book? You know, the one with the guy who—" She trailed off, giggling again, clearly trying to flirt.

Your heart dropped. You knew exactly what she was talking about. It was your book. The one you’d written, the one where the main character was based on none other than Ronin himself. And these idiots didn’t even realize it was you sitting right there. But of course, they’d recognized the clothing style—his whole look was...written by you the way you saw him!, the subtle touches only someone who knew would notice.

Before you could snap at her, tell her to fuck off and that it was your book, Ronin spoke up, his tone dark and playful. "Well, I know the writer personally," he said, his gaze drifting toward you with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Got plenty of inspiration, actually. And I think the writer did a damn fine job… wouldn't you say?"

The waitress, clueless, just laughed, her eyes still locked on Ronin. "Wow, really? Well, they must be really good at what they do!" She leaned in slightly, biting her lip. "You’re cute, you know that? I bet they wrote the character to be onto someone like me, huh?"

That was it. You snapped.

"Could you fuck off? you growled, your voice low and dangerous, every ounce of your lovesick adoration for Ronin now tinged with a fiery possessiveness. "I don’t care if you thinks he's-cute—I have money, and I’m not here for your stupid comments."

The waitress blinked, clearly taken aback by your sudden outburst. She let out a small huff and muttered something under her breath before walking off to place your order, but it was too late. Your anger was already burning hot, threatening to bubble over into something darker, something primal.

Ronin chuckled, his gaze sliding back to you, his eyes filled with that same devilish amusement. "Feelin’ a little murderous, are we, darlin’?" he teased, leaning forward, his voice a low purr. "You looked like you were about to tear her apart. Got something you wanna share?"

You clenched your jaw, trying to calm the storm inside you, but it was so hard when he was right there, taunting you, pushing all the right buttons like he always did. "I just…" You swallowed, your voice shaking with the intensity of your emotions. "I just can’t stand the way she looked at you. Like she had a chance."

Ronin smirked, leaning back in his seat again. "So, you’re jealous, huh? That’s cute. Really cute."

"Shut up," you muttered, but your voice lacked any real bite. You were lovesick, and he knew it. He always knew exactly how to twist you around his finger.

"Come on, darlin'," he whispered, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "She was harmless. Just a dumb waitress tryin’ to flirt. But you…" He leaned in close again, his breath warm against your ear. "You’re the one I’m here with, aren’t ya?"

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at you with that unreadable expression. You could tell something was stirring beneath the surface, but with Ronin, it was always hard to tell what exactly. Finally, he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Damn, darlin’, you’re worse than those fangirls and fanboys who come ‘round hopin’ to see the style in the flesh.”

You blinked in confusion, not quite sure what he meant. “What?”

He tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement. “Y’know, when I’m at the garage, workin’ on scooters or cars—people come in, they recognize the style. The way I dress. The way I act.” He paused, his grin widening. “You wrote it so damn well that people think it’s me in real life. It’s like a show every time. They get all worked up, thinkin’ they’ve spotted the real deal.”

Your jaw clenched. Anger bubbled inside you again, not at him—never really at him—but at the world for not understanding that you were the one who crafted him so carefully, so intimately. You created this version of him, this persona that everyone else now saw as their own discovery. It made your blood boil, the way they fawned over him, completely missing the deeper connection you had.

Ronin’s eyes flicked over to you, and you knew he saw it. That anger bubbling beneath the surface, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. But, of course, Ronin was always good at seeing through you, pulling at the threads just to see how far you’d unravel.

He leaned forward, his smirk darkening. “Look at you, darlin’. You’re tryin’ so hard to keep that pretty little face of yours calm, but I can see it. You hate the way they look at me, don’t you? All that attention, all those eyes, and none of ‘em know what it’s really like to be close to me. But you do.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt yourself trembling, your pulse quickening. He was doing it again—getting inside your head, stirring up all those feelings that you tried so hard to control. And you couldn’t stop it. You didn’t want to stop it.

“Of course I do,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “I hate it when they act like they know you. They don’t. They don’t know you, not like I do.”

Ronin laughed softly, a low, mocking sound that made your heart ache and flutter at the same time. “You’re somethin’ else, y’know that? Worse than the rest of ‘em, even. But that’s what makes you so fun, baby. The way you get all wound up over me.”

He was right, of course. You were worse than them. You were completely consumed by him, and he knew it. Every little look, every word, every touch sent you spiraling deeper into your obsession. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“I don’t care what you think,” you muttered, even though you knew it was a lie. “I just… I hate that they don’t see the real you. They just see the version of you that I wrote.”

Ronin’s eyes darkened, his smirk fading into something more serious, more intense. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “And what is the real me, huh? The one you see? The one you wrote?”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “The real you… you’re mine,” you whispered, barely able to get the words out. “You’re my Ronin.”

For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at you with that same unreadable expression. Then, slowly, his smirk returned, darker and more dangerous than before. “Yeah,” he said softly, his voice sending a thrill through your veins. “I guess I am, darlin’. I guess I am.”

Your heart swelled at his words, even though you knew better than to take them at face value. He was always playing games, always toying with your emotions, and yet, you couldn’t help but fall deeper every time.

“Shut up,” you muttered, but there was no heat behind your words. You were completely and utterly lovesick, and he knew it.

Ronin grinned, leaning back again with a satisfied smirk. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now, stop lookin’ so pissed, and enjoy your damn ice cream, darlin."

He finished his, soon.

Ronin leaned back with a long, exaggerated sigh as he shoved another bite of his apple crumble ice cream into his mouth. "One ice cream, darlin’? This is all we’re doin’? Christ, I’m tired of this bullshit already,” he grumbled, though you could see the small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. As always, he played at annoyance, but you knew better.

You smiled softly, spooning some of your ice cream as he shoveled through his. “If you’re tired, we can get out of here,” you said, trying not to sound too eager. You didn’t want to rush him, but the thought of spending more time together made your heart race.

He paused mid-scoop, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “You done already?”

You nodded, even though a part of you didn’t want to admit it. "Yeah… I mean, if you want another scoop though…”

He scoffed, looking distanced for a moment before narrowing his eyes, trying to read you. “Another scoop?” he repeated, almost like he was testing you.

You smiled, pushing through the tension. “I’ll buy it for you if you want.”

Ronin blinked, his expression unreadable for a second before he shook his head, letting out another one of those dramatic sighs. “You’re somethin’ else, y’know that?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You get me too well, it’s scary. Almost like you’re in my head sometimes.”

You couldn’t help but grin at that, your heart fluttering at the way he said it, even if it was meant to be a jab. “Well, it’s my turn to spoil you a little,” you said, winking playfully.

Ronin snorted, rolling his eyes. “Your bullshit’s so cute it’s killin’ me,” he muttered in that mock-annoyed tone, though the slight crinkle in his eyes told you he wasn’t really annoyed at all. He liked playing along, rising you up because it amused him, but there was always that undercurrent of something deeper. He didn’t admit it outright, but you could tell he enjoyed these moments—just you and him, even in the simplest ways.

You both stared at each other for a second, and then, with a shrug, he relented. “Fine. I want another scoop.”

Your smile grew, and you couldn’t help the way your heart swelled. “Alright. One more, coming right up.”

When the waitress brought the extra scoop, Ronin wasted no time digging in, and you watched him with quiet adoration. Every bite he took, every small, almost unconscious movement, made you feel like you were watching something special—something only you were privy to. It was ridiculous, but you couldn’t help it. He was your Ronin, no matter how much he pretended to push you away.

After a few bites, he caught you staring and raised an eyebrow. “What’re you lookin’ at?”

You blinked, snapping out of your lovesick daze, a small flush rising to your cheeks. “Nothing,” you muttered quickly, looking down at your empty bowl. “Just… you seem to be enjoying that.”

He paused, studying your face for a second before smirking. “You’re so easy to mess with, darlin’. But yeah, I guess it’s not bad.” He took another large bite, savoring it a little too dramatically to not be teasing you.

You couldn’t help but smile again. “I’m glad.”

Ronin let out a low chuckle, finishing his ice cream before standing up and stretching lazily. “Alright, that’s enough sugar for one night. Let’s get outta here.”

You nodded, standing up as well, though you hesitated for a second. “You sure you don’t want another scoop?”

He shot you a look, exasperated but amused. “Don’t push it. You already spoiled me enough.”

As you both made your way toward the exit, you couldn’t help the lightness in your step, even though you knew he’d never outright admit it. These small moments, even when filled with his teasing and sarcasm, meant more to you than he could ever know.

Ronin glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. "Stop grinnin’ like an idiot. You’re makin’ me regret ever lettin’ you spoil me.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling too wide, but the warmth inside you was impossible to contain. "You’re welcome, Ronin."

He rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything more, just shoved his hands into his pockets and walked beside you, the night air cool and crisp as you both left the ice cream shop behind.

You said your goodbyes with him. Tho, he didn't show it. You can see maybe he did enjoy this day..

Things weren't so great.

You felt the familiar vibration of your phone as you made your way back to your house, alone after parting ways with Ronin. Your heart was still fluttering from the whole night, but the moment you saw the names on your notifications, reality hit like a truck. Angel, V, Misaki—they were all on your case, blowing up your phone.

You sighed, unlocking it and seeing their frantic DMs, especially from Angel, who was trying her best to keep V from spiraling.

Angel:

"Hey, I talked to V. He's pissed. I tried calming him down, but it's not working. You and Ronin really need to explain what happened. V is not gonna let this slide unless someone takes responsibility."

Your heart sank as you read her message, realizing just how badly things were spiraling. You quickly shot her a message back, hoping to at least ease her a little.

You:

"I went on a date with Ronin…"

It wasn’t long before Angel replied, and her concern bled through the screen.

Angel:

"A date? Oh god… Look, I’m not mad, but this is going to be a mess. V’s furious. Misaki’s trying to play it cool, but they feel bad for you. Just… be prepared. You need to explain everything. V won’t let it go."

As if on cue, your phone buzzed again, this time a notification from none other than Goreboy—Ronin’s online persona. You knew it was him even before you read the message, and something about his casual, detached tone made your heart race.

Goreboy (Ronin):

"What now, Darlin’? Don’t Freak. Just Follow My lead."

It was typical Ronin, brushing it off like it wasn’t a big deal, as if he hadn’t just upended your whole situation. Still, his confidence was oddly reassuring, and you couldn’t help but trust him.

You:

"Are you sure?"

Goreboy (Ronin):

"Yes."

That was all you needed. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable storm as you all joined the group VC. The moment you entered, V was already going off.

"Explain yourself, Ronin!" V barked, his voice sharp and accusatory. "I don’t care what you think you’re doing. You should’ve stayed away from them!"

Ronin’s voice came through, calm and post-ironic as ever. "Y’know, V, you’re really makin’ this more fun than it needs to be." He drawled lazily, as if V’s anger was nothing more than a mild annoyance to him. "I didn’t ‘come after’ them, if that’s what you’re thinkin’. They showed up in my alley. I was just mindin’ my own business, darlin’ here just had to check on me."

You felt the familiar tug of lovesick warmth as he said that. He was defending himself, but in a way that still made it sound like it was your fault for being tempted by him. He knew how much you adored him, how much you’d do anything to be in his orbit. He played with it, as always.

V wasn’t having it, though. "Bullshit. You knew they’d come after you if you showed yourself. This is on you, Ronin. You’re dragging them into your mess."

Before you could stop yourself, you stepped in, heart racing. "No, V, it’s my fault. I… I wanted to see Ronin. It wasn’t him dragging me anywhere."

There was a heavy silence in the chat after you spoke. Angel and Misaki were quiet, unsure how to approach the situation. Misaki finally broke the silence, their voice soft but clear. "Poor you…" they muttered, almost to themselves

Angel sighed, her voice filled with sympathy. "Maybe… maybe it’s best to let them handle their own business. This is getting complicated."

V, however, wasn’t backing down. "This isn’t just their business. Ronin, you know better. You’ve got some sick game going on, and it’s not fair to them!"

Ronin laughed, the sound dark and mocking. "Oh, , I’m always playin’ games. You know that. But this time? I was just tempted. What can I say?" He chuckled again, clearly enjoying how much this was getting under V’s skin. "Besides, I told ‘em it was their fault for comin’ after me. I’m the devil, remember? It’s so easy to pull them in."

Your heart pounded in your chest as he said that, and something inside you snapped. "Stop blaming Ronin!" you yelled, voice cracking slightly. "It’s my fault! I wanted to see him! I’m the one who—"

Ronin’s voice cut you off, quieter but far more intense. "Enough." The weight of his tone silenced everyone. "It’s my fault I was tempted. That’s the truth. But you," he paused, and you could almost feel his eyes on you through the screen, "you need to log off for a bit. Let me handle this."

You hesitated, torn between your need to defend him and the strange, commanding weight his words held over you. You were lovesick, desperate to stay, to stand up for him, but he was telling you to go.

Angel spoke softly. "Maybe… maybe it’s for the best. Just… take a break for a bit. Let Ronin and V handle this."

Ronin’s voice came again, a little softer, though the devilish edge remained. "Yeah, darlin’. Log off. I’ll deal with V."

With a heavy heart, you nodded, even though no one could see you. "Okay," you whispered, more to yourself than anyone else. "I’ll… I’ll go."

As soon as you logged off the call, Ronin messaged you, and all the other frantic DMs from V, Angel, and Misaki vanished into the background, their notifications irrelevant. It was like the world narrowed down to just Ronin—his presence wrapping around you like a vice.

Goreboy (Ronin):

"Just kidding, darlin'."

Your heart skipped a beat. Kidding? Before you could even ask, his next message came through.

Goreboy (Ronin):

"Logged off with Ya. Figured the show’s over, huh? Don’t worry, it’s all Part of the Game"

You stared at your phone, anger bubbling up. What the hell did he mean by that? You quickly shot him a message.

You:

"What the fudge did you do, Ronin?

His response came almost instantly, like he was just waiting for your reaction.

Goreboy (Ronin):

"Relax, darlin'. Just played a little game. Y'know how V gets with his 'fucking justice' and 'fucking morals'. Thought I’d Ruffle his feathers a bit. It’s kinda Funny, don’tcha think?"

"Played a little game, that's all."

He sent the message so casually, as if the chaos he just caused was nothing. You could practically feel the smugness radiating from his words.

You:

"Annoying! I can't see anyone's messages except yours!"

He responded instantly, his words quick, almost playful.

Goreboy (Ronin):

"Of course. It’s just You and Me, darlin’. Lovers tryna enjoy each other Without the Bullshit distractions. But V, with his fucking morals and justice, thinkin' you're getting influenced by yours truly."

His words dripped with that usual post-ironic tone, mocking yet dead serious. And somehow, that made your heart race even more. You knew he was right, at least about one thing: you were completely under his spell.

You:

"That’s… true."

There was a pause before his reply came through, and you could almost see him grinning on the other side of the screen.

Goreboy (Ronin):

But you Love* it, don't you, Darlin'?"

Your breath caught in your throat as you typed your response, fingers trembling slightly.

You:

"Yes…"

He was quick to pounce on that, pushing you further into his devilish web.

Goreboy (Ronin):

"I know ya do. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. So go with the flow!

His words made your pulse quicken, the way he so easily took control of the situation, twisting it into something that was just between the two of you. His devilish charm always made you feel like you were playing a dangerous game, but you couldn’t help but crave more.

You:

"It's annoying how well you know me."

Goreboy (Ronin):

"I had a Good Time Today, by the way."

You nearly jumped out of your chair, excitement bubbling up inside you. Your fingers instinctively kissed your palms, a gesture you often did when the thrill of your affection overwhelmed you.

You:

"Really? Oh my god, that’s so cute! I’m literally squealing right now!"

Goreboy (Ronin):

"Christ, you’re Ridiculous. It's Embarrassing, honestly."

You could almost picture him rolling his eyes on the other side of the screen, but that only fueled your excitement more.

You:

"I can't help it! My love is riding the park on a unicorn of feelings!"

Goreboy (Ronin):

"Ew. Seriously? What the Hell is wrong with You?"

But deep down, you knew he loved it.

You:

"So… is apple crumble your favorite flavor or what?" You asked, half-joking.

Goreboy (Ronin):

"No shit, Sherlock. How Pathetic is it that you don’t even know what I like?"

You pouted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and defiance.

You:

"Well, you never tell me a lot about yourself!"

Goreboy (Ronin):

"Hmm, is that the case? You think I’m just gonna spill my guts to you, sweetheart? Maybe you’re just too wrapped up in your little fantasy world to notice."

You suddenly got a notification. Decided to check it than Check Ronin.

Goreboy (Ronin):

"........."

"Hello, Hell to Y/n."

"So, how’s your book coming along? I hope you’re writing about me, of course."

Dude, was down bad. He won't admit it of course. In truth the Devil wants yours attention.

Of course you are dumb to realize that he wants it. After seeing the nofication. You saw his messages

You couldn’t help but smile, a mix of pride and mischief bubbling inside you.

You:

" Oh, expect justice! I’m writing everything down! V is going to be sad because I got distracted by you, and now I have to rewrite so much."

Goreboy (Ronin):

" You finally replied. Ah, so I’m a Good inspiration For you, huh? How Adorable’."

The way he said “adorable” sent a thrill through you, igniting something darker beneath the surface.

You:

"It’s crazy! I even wrote about how much I love you, Ronin. It’s all in there—gore and all!"

His laughter came through the screen, dark and enticing.

Goreboy (Ronin):

"Well, if we’re being honest here, My love for blood is Pretty Poetic, wouldn’t you say? It’s the ultimate Expression of affection. Give Me Your Aorta, sweetheart. Let me have it."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, a strange thrill coursing through you as you pictured the grotesque imagery he conjured.

You:

"You want my aorta? For you, it’s yours. It’s not like I need it, right?"

Goreboy

"Aw, So cute."

K9 requests to message you

Goreboy (Ronin)

"V is really Trying to get you to Talk, but I Don’t Wanna deal with him right now. What Do you think? Focus on me or let Him Blabber on?"

You thought for a moment, weighing the options.

You:

"I guess we could let V talk... he does seem like he has something to say."

Goreboy (Ronin):

"Nope. I think you Should Focus On Me. I have a Better idea."

Your curiosity piqued.

You:

"What do you mean?"

Goreboy (Ronin):

"How about a round of Truth or Dare? I haven’t played that with you in ages, and it could be fun."

It took a second for the realization to hit you. This was a game you hadn’t played in forever, but the thrill of it sent a shiver down your spine.

You:

"Oh, I like the sound of that! But what about V?"

Goreboy (Ronin):

"We’ll deal with V later. Besides, if you Need Me to distract You from him, then I’m all yours."

His words were laced with something deeper, something tantalizing. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks.

You:

"So, you think your flesh and bone is enough to keep me distracted?"

He grinned, and it was the kind of grin that sent your heart racing.

Goreboy (Ronin):

"I bet I can Keep you Plenty Entertained."

You both laughed, the tension dissipating into playful banter.

You:

"Oh, please. You think you're all that? What’s so Special about You?"

Goreboy (Ronin):

"Well, for starters, "Insert your liking about Ronin's character" . That’s pretty rare, don’t you think?"

You:

"Right, right. How Romantic."

Goreboy (Ronin):

"I know, I’m like a walking Romance novel, just with a bit more Blood and Guts."

You giggled, the absurdity of it making your heart flutter.

You:

"I can’t decide if that’s charming or disturbing."

Goreboy (Ronin):

"Why not both? It’s like the Best of Both Worlds, darling."

sorry for ppl who thinks this story will be sooooooooooo cute ^^

[wavyskies]

please please please ive always wanted to be a a part of editblr but idk how to even start like with the coloring and the editing so a tutorial or any tips would be greatly appreciated i really want to start making grahlpgics and rentrys but i just don't know how 😞

also i love your stuff !

Heyyyya! So, first of all, I unfortunately don't use PSDs which is most likely what you've been seein everywhere. I'd suggest askin someone else about those bc I dunno 😭

BUT! I can show you how I color mine using photopea.

There's a search (magnifying glass) icon, and you search up "gradient map." For me there are two options, the correct one will gateway to this:

Then, just for practice, here's a color pallette to practice with. For me, it's easier to copy the lightest color first then the darkest one last because you start off with the darkest usually when putting them into the gradient map.

Hex codes for this: 400E2B A61439 018868 FE5C43 FEB17D

(Note: you can find lots of great color pallettes on Pinterest, and add as many colors as you want. It will just be easier with less!)

So now that you have your colors, you press on the gradient map. These two things circles are what you press, the square part of the gradient comes first and then the second thing circled will be accessible.

Once you press it, you can paste your hex code in here:

Then repeat this with the other colors, going down the gradient line as you do!

Here's what the gradient map should look like:

Ofc, when you aren't just practicing, you can order or however you want.

Again, I would ask someone abt PSDs because this isn't the most efficient 😔

Now, for tips on editing. I've gotten asked for a lotta tutorials but they're too hard for me to manage so I'll squeeze some answers into here.

1. For resources, there are a lot on Tumblr. However! You can search up "rentry resources" on Pinterest, and there will be pins that you can click that will take you to plenty of resources. However, if it says to credit when using a resource, obviously do that lmao 😭

2. When it comes to gif graphics, ezgif.com is a go-to. When it comes to putting already moving gifs into a frame and not wanting a background, I usually use the "remove background" feature that can be located after pressing "effects" on the home screen. Now, I wanna make this VERY clear before we continue: color in the background/around your frame before putting the gif behind it. Make sure!!! Make sure that the background is a UNIQUE color compared to the actual graphic. If it isn't, the background remover will remove parts of the actual graphic.

This is where you'll put the color of what you want to be REMOVED from the graphic. You might have to play around with it for a bit though.

As for making the gif graphic that goes into this, I use inshot personally. Since the canvas won't always fit and inshots default background is black, I say try to aim for a black background to remove. If not, make sure that the graphic will fit so that it covers the entire canvas.

Example/walkthrough:

4. You can always make differences if you dislike your graphic. It's okay to take a while and go back, and even restart. You'll see a lotta people here talk about how some ways are easier than others, but honestly just play around because you might find things better for yourself compared to others.

5. When starting out on Editblr, I'd suggest NOT immediately beginning with having requests open. It can make it start out as stressful and drive you away from it. Begin with just making graphics for yourself or of things YOU'RE passionate about. Editing should be more about your enjoyment than having something shiny to show off, y'know? (That was cheesy asf)

ANYWAYS! I HAAAATE EXPLAINING THINGS! (Because I'm bad at it lmao, not in general, you're all good dw❤ /p.) Even I can't decipher what I've said here, but to be fair I wrote this during a meltdown so I get an A for effort.

Also, if you make a promo post, PLEASE TAG ME!!! /NF!!! I'll be more than happy to follow you 😮

[that-one-creepy-hoe]

Saw you askin for asks, sorry im late. Favorite things abt your interp of EJ?

GOSH!!!! I've been waiting FOR ever for someone to ask me this!!!

There are so many things I could say but heres just a couple!!

In my interpretation of Ej, the cult was him being used in a cult as a "chosen one" he was the one who was chosen to accept the cults "lord" and fulfill their prophecies.

The thing that took over him left him kind of like a schizophrenic? but not at the same time. Like kinda like if a virus had a mind of its own

Like he sees and hears things that encourage him to do things and when he doesn't listen, they get progressively worse and worse until he is just paranoid and irritable.

Other times he's just this demonic being that changes shapes and causes him to act on his carnal desires.

Which is why he hardly ever speaks to people and will sometimes lock himself up until he deems himself 'socially acceptable' or unless he is desperately needed.

He's kind of got two sides of himself that makes it hard for him to talk to people, like on one hand he can be very timid and nonverbal and other times he's a jackass that is cold and calculated.

Speaking of that, he is never himself when he kills, he's always cold and calculated and vary particular.

He also suffers from other mental illnesses he had before he turned such as extreme paranoia, autism, and OCD most notably.

Any who this is not to say that he's a bad guy, in fact he's probably the nicest creep you'll encounter. If you're his next meal he'll never play with you, he'll just cut right to the chase and end you. He's not much of a sadistic type unless he's REALLY animalistic/horny. Or if your just another creep lurking about he'll probably just help with whatever you need from him and carry on. He's not the type for rudeness or brash remarks, even when he is being cold.

If you ever decide to romantically invest in him, it usually will go one of two ways, he will shut it down very quickly if he doesn't like you. OR!!! he'll just be very embarrassed and quiet around you. Even if you get him to talk, he probably either stutters a little or makes himself as silent as possible.

This man is VERY insecure of who he is especially his face and all his scars :(

You'll probably end up doing most of the pursing since he doesn't see himself as worthy of such endeavors. So, you'll probably endure a very intense slow burn! If you ever outwardly said how much you like him/how he looks he'll probably just deny it and say that it can't be true.

[victimized-martyr]

20 & 28? i love all ur takes on kyman so so much!!!

These questions are a blast! I'm just happy y'all give me the chance to ramble abt them ghfs so thankssss

20. Do Stan and Kenny (and Butters) approve of this relationship?

Kenny canonically keeps most of his opinions to himself, and likes to watch from a distance. He’d approach Kyman in the same way, watching them unfold with a morbid curiosity, dishing his legendary advice only when he feels he absolutely must. Does that make him a dick? Probably. But, what else would you expect from Eric Cartman’s best friend?  

Butters on the other hand, is super vocal in his approval. The moment Cartman announces he’s with Kyle, its streams of "Congratulations, Eric!” and “Shoot, anyone could see this comin’ a mile away!" and “Don’t go breakin’ Kyle’s heart, Eric. He’ll fuck you up nine ways to Sunday if you do :D” 

And then there’s Stan. 

Kyle. and Cartman. Cartman and Kyle. Together….Would he approve? Well, he wouldn’t know. This indecision isn't the result of slow observation; he sensed something between Cartman and Kyle before they realized they had feelings for one another. It’s that Stan hates change, and he's anxious to think how the relationship will permanently affect the group, the one thing in Stan's life that’s endured all of South Park’s shittiness. Would things change for the better? Or worse? There’s so many ways Cartman and Kyle could fail and make things awkward in the group. Or, what if they get so engrossed with each other that they left him behind? That he disintegrates into white noise, losing his best friend? Cartman’s the only person capable of bringing out emotions no one else could with Kyle, so will he become the best or worst version of himself? It’s all too much. He needs a lot of time to process it. 

 More than anyone else, Kyle seeks Stan’s approval in his decisions, and has often come to him to rant about Cartman. Usually, he’d get a blunt response that refocuses him, if he ever gets a response at all. This time, he needs a prompt response, and Kyle’s patience is infamously thin. Kyle is already wracked with anxiety about whether being with Cartman is the “right” thing to do. Seeing Stan close in on himself once hearing the news sends Kyle’s paranoia thru the roof lmao. 

This is a whole ass fic askin to be written (am i not writing one already HILKDJGHLI), but essentially, Stan and Kyle would have a fallout before Stan reaches a conclusion on Kyman. Stan would probably say something he’d regret and be all moody and emotional for a while. Then he’ll get bitch slapped some sense into him by Wendy, or Kenny, or hell, maybe Cartman (because “Darsh, I can’t properly make out with mah boo cause he’s too busy PMS’ing over his butfucking-boyfriend. So cut the shit out already. "). He’s forced to realize that he should still be there for his best friend, whether he ends up approving of the relationship or not. Yes, Kyle wants his approval, but he also wants his super best friend more. (stg this is Kenny Dies all over again. Hoe runs away to deal with his own emotions before being there for others. When will he learn lol)

Stan’s wary for a majority of the relationship. But he’s there for Kyle. He’ll always be there. 

28. controversial opinion on kyman?

It has less to do with Kyman and more to do with tropes. I'm so SO tired of Party at Tolkien's House as the catalyst for Kyman. ;-; it's just, too easy to write, and it's even easier to fall into the trappings of "kiss as the only romantic awakening" and teen angst. Honestly? The kids probably wouldn't be able to enjoy themselves, bc the adults suck, and it's south park, so they end up crashing the party. And then aliens get involved, bc shit like that happens. Kyle and Cartman are feelin each other up and wanna seal the deal in the closet~? Well they can't. Randy's in there playin 7 minutes in heaven with a monkey and lo and behold, is the reason we have monkeypox declared as a health emergency.

[peppermint-moss]

Who/what is your biggest inspo for poetry or art?

aagh i dont think i'll ever have one biggest inspo for poetry n art i just have a lot of lads which i like specific things about + those likes are still always ongoing and changing lol (which btw ty for askin bout poetry cause i LOVE it n i never get asked abt poetry hehe)

I have a big ol google doc where i have lines of fav poetry i write down when i come across them (usually when im just scrollin the internets) and atm I've been noticing that a lot of lines i keep enjoying are all by Mary Oliver even tho i've yet to read her collection of poetry!!! so that's on my to-do list C: other poets who's names keep poppin up in that google doc are ocean vuong, richard siken, chen chen and uhh flatsound? they do more music but they've done some spoken word stuff and their songs just feel close enough to the realm of poetry to me u know

Art stuff... lol which medium?? /lh I really like thomas jordan's photography (the COLOURS my DUDE) mmm shelia berger's kinetic sculptures and KICKASS "Bird Show" encaustic paintings (i watched the rlly short like 5 min documentary on her and i was enraptured) Spencer finch has got a lot of cool conceptual art stuff like i think CIE 529 418 (CANDLELIGHT) is rlly cool!! Holly warb and @/vchienart both got some lovely lovely illustrations/paintings with soft beautiful colours... @/emilienunez has some really pretty and elegant yet v cute ceramics!! and @/soonthemoon some really like cute warm n cozy ones... Oof there's so many digital artists i love ;-; and i keep finding new cool lads aghh @catnippackets has such a good grasp on like form n shape if that makes sense?? like drawin people in these rlly fluid poses in like silky lineart aaa i found @milkdudz 's art recently and i LOVE their art style and their cats are just. perfect balance of spiky and soft n very very Cat which is so good @everydaylouie u gotta know louie right ?? how can someone make such lovely 2d and 3d art and music and also know how to code n make lil games. that is too much power for one soul to possess nifty-senpai's art n animations and designs ofc!! are incredible!! and i REALLY love their concepts for what the wc clan territories look like (this moonpool are you kidding me???? gorgeous) @thunderc1an's lineless art style my beloved...... yall clammorin about my lineless art style u GOTTA check out theirs so good (also the everchanging never the same designs for wc characters is so good so freeing so interesting to look at!!) SmallButera's animations omg... literally speechless (also have u seen their series baman piderman?? its so precious it might be on indefinite hiatus im not too sure but its still my favourite thing) chadisms, Riley Ellis, Asha Phaedra and Cherrydusk also got some BANGIN animation skills and o my god this post got so long n theres still so many ppl ive gots to stop and do homework LOL

[silverislander]

askin: 6,13, 24

6. what kind of music would you listen to if you could only choose one?

oh man this is tough bc i kind of listen to a mix of stuff... is it cheating if i say indie?? bc technically that can cover a bunch of different types of music lol, and i'm really not a modern pop person

13. talk about an au or story you came up with.

thought i'd get this question for sure lol. still kinda thinkin abt that role swap au i mentioned last week...

probably would take place a couple years after dina arriving in town, so they'd be about the same age as in canon

dina just showed up in town one day with her sister, and she's... kinda weird. nervous all the time, refuses to bring up her past, mostly keeps to herself and talia and nobody's actually seen her arms, what's up w that huh??

she's less angry and more sad/scared than ellie in canon tho just bc their personalities are different and i think that's more how she would react to the same circumstances ellie was put through

ellie has been living in jackson for years now with her adopted family! she's very different in some ways and completely the same in others. she's grown to be confident, friendly, impulsive and p flirty when she wants to be, but she's still a goofball and a nerd who loves a bad joke lol

she's been friends with jesse for years now and together they are jackson's most disastrous eligible bachelors lmao

same romantic confusion happened at first- dina still dated jesse for a while, ellie still dated cat, but they possibly got their shit figured out faster??  not sure abt this yet, my mental timeline for this is still fucky

long story short, while they’re both single again, dina is trying to figure her shit out abt what happened w the fireflies + her sister and ellie is just completely throwing her off (by being a huge flirt) and why is she DOING that leave her alone :( she probably doesn’t even like dina anyways... unless

one specific scene that’s stuck in my head is the idea of them having a movie night which is totally normal for them, except ellie keeps??  acting all weird??  and she’s looking at dina when she thinks she doesn’t notice and put her arm around her and,, is this flirting,, is that what this is.  send help.  dina has bigger things to worry abt than ellie and this gigantic stupid crush she has on her best friend goddamnit.  they’re probably gonna almost-kiss but it might ACTUALLY happen here idk yet (knowing me it will lol)

i wish i could do a whole long fic for this concept but there's no way, i just really don't have that kind of attention span and commitment 😔 it's one of those ideas where i wish i could just READ it magically without having to write it you know??

24. what is your favourite thing to learn about?

anything psychology related is really fascinating to me! i like knowing how things work (and don't work) up there, lol. usually it's true crime/fiction related, but i'll pretty much get into whatever. rn i'm looking into the psychology of religion a lot and it is SUPER interesting especially as someone who was raised in a pretty strict christian household.  there are a lot of common indoctrination tactics used by christianity, in particular evangelical christians, that are actually v harmful without anyone really realizing it!

[bonerattled]

silver, green, purple, red, orange 💕

Silver: Are you comfortable writing in public places?

only if my back is up against a wall or smth so no one can come up behind me and see what im doing sgjkgds also my friend says while im writing i make like. expressions and weird faces but im embarrassing in worse ways than that so i dnt care <3

Green: Pencil, typewriter, or computer?

god i wish i could say typewriter thats rad as fuck. i do notes/outlining/making literal floor plans of my settings (my most toxic trait <3) w pencil and the actual writing on a computer

Purple: Which of your characters would become your sworn enemy?

any1 who knows me irl and has spoken to me abt my books for more than 15 seconds know that i fckn. hate sawyer from wtdss. pretentious fuck. nell sweetie do better (i say, as if i do not have the power to Change this. but hey. love who u love i guess who am i 2 say anything to literal fake ppl in my lil smooth brain)

Red: What type of writer’s block do you experience the most?

was truly unaware there were “types” so this is an exciting day for me. um. the type where im just innately too dumb to be doin this. jk uh probably the type where whatever i write isn’t what im seeing in my head and i can’t get the two pictures to overlay each other and align. is that a type? i also suck at action/fight scenes like must things Happen in this story is it not enough for some gay kids to just pine and banter on someone’s roof in the summer night enjoying shitty beer for 300+ pages............

Orange: How many projects do you usually have going at once?

the way this should be the easiest and most straight forward question to answer and yet...

i can rly only be like. truly committed to fully Writing one thing at a time but im usually also editing something else and/or planning out a project ill do next on the side like a lil treat. like a little mashed potato to have w the steak. u feel. 

ily thank u 4 askin 💕

ASK ME GET-TO-KNOW-THE-WRITER ASKS <3

[ogeeitsme]

What's your experience with dormancy?

TW: Sui// mentions / comparisons / death comprsns- this is both positive n negtve b aaa

This is a long post so I’m srry <:^/

Theres 2 ways 2 answr this: how we second hand experience it, n then how we experience it in our systm:

How we secondhand experience it

Turns out, more than once, apprntly, drmncy has actlly been used as a, threat?? DKDJDKN we got som rlly old memories abt Jamie meeting a “System” (idk if they’re a sys, it’s such a long story) n He used drmncy 2 guilt trip her (n she ddnt even kno what systm was @ the time dkhdbddb)

Anywy besides that HUGE outlier, it’s kinda,, rough, bc ur askin 4 our experiences, not our views, so when it comes 2 secondhand drmncy, as in like other systms not us- it’s alwys hard

N it’s RLLY funny ur askin this rn anon bc coincidntlly we just came out of a WHOLE frickin sitch that involved secndhnd drmncy experiencs (again, I mean watching ppl in other systms go dormant)

Like, Jamie’s prev ex had, ppl go dormant, like a lot of em, bc they broke up, n 2 of their mmbrs bsclly sent me wht can be equivlnt 2 a sui note- n I got that note frm bsclly som1 equivlnt 2 my brthr, @ the time, n Sal’s brthr [@ the time] bc they shared the blog

We r rlly close 2 anthr sys whose host wnt drmnt 4 som big rsns (they also have trauma abt ppl using drmncy as an escape route frm their actions, man life b wild huh?) n jst came back so that was rlly wild n hard bc she was (n is) like a mom figure 4 us, esp 2 Peter, n their whole sys, bc they’re median, kinda crashed in on itself tmprrly n it was rlly hard 2 watch KDH it makes u kind of mad @ those ppl who cause othr ppl 2 go thru sm pain thta they jst go drmnt u kno?

But rounding back 2 Jamie’s ex (n I g the 1st exmple 2 b vaguely), that was rlly hard, n bc of that, drmncy is smth we can’t unsee as death anymr

Hey so disclaimer that won’t b in the tags (Bc som ppl dnt read them) n I will pit here just in case: yes we kno dormancy is NOT equal 2 death, dormancy always has the chance of them coming back, b w how we spcfclly exprncd these, it felt that way, esp w the goodbyes, n the crying, n how they litrlly treated it as sui//. Not 2 mention the Older trauma Jamie had/has where His “systm” litrlly said “do u miss him? Well he’s dead now��

It’s hard 2 uncorrel8 them- bc it dpnds on how u go thru it- and anthr disclaimer is that if it’s a drmncy in ur own systm, the brain may b able 2 visualize it as a death, heck som systms we kno have a “graveyard” where all the drmnt systm mmbrs end up in; and of som jst “disappear” n I heard anthr sys in their headspace it’s seen as like pods? Where u can c them sleepin?

Anywy back 2 us- KDNDKNDKN yea, our experiences w it so far has been rel8d 2,,, sui or death :^( not counting the ppl we pass by in random srvrs who talk abt it, this is jst our prsnl ones esp tied 2 systms we were (or r) RLLY close 2

IDK we’re still grieving over Larry n Asriel frm Her systm. Pls don’t send asks saying “they mite come back” btw KJSKHS they mite b even if they do we can’t Talk, their sys is an ex 4 a rsn

Inner-system exprnces

HM so there’s a lot 2 write here b we dnt- uslly have ppl who r nice, go drmnt

It used 2 b only all the very bad persecutors who wld rlly harm every1 who wld go drmnt, our psychiatrist even said, 2 calm Jamie dwn a long time ago when she was given anti psychotics, that the “good ppl wnt go away, only the bad ppl”

b they (those old persecuted) all went drmnt thru,,,,, d//ath, n I dnt wnna talk abt that or how, this is not how we wrk anymr

Then we have Deanne, she was a persecutor who was chngng 4 the bttr, b it’s like,,,, when she realized she didn’t have 2 b bad anymr? She went drmnt?? Like I rmmbr (I wsnt there but u kno shared memory) every1 feeling she slowly faded away until we realized she wsnt arnd

Aftr that, we stoppd having drmncies, b we do label ppl who mite b close 2 drmncy msbmdb (edit: nvm, I rmmbrd Alven n Peyton who went drmnt :^( we miss them, Alven was Matt’s dad n Oeyton was a rlly good ISH )

Bc they’re “not needed” N LISTN anthr disclaimer, by THAT I mean natural dormancies? Not 2 say u go drmnt randomly, I mean that sometimes som1 isn’t active enough or their role isn’t needed as mch,, it’s scary I kno, b it can hppn n it’s no1’s fault, it’s not even their fault,i t jst happns, n that my good anon is a bite sized expln8ion on y u mite have ppl come out of drmncy mhsbkdbdkb

Uhh, we have som ppl who r afraid of going drmnt tho ofc,, n they r trying 2 b as active as they can in sys inspace so they dnt fade

Bc if u dnt wnna b dormnt, trying 2 b more active can hlp!

So,,, we a,so have ppl who came frm drmncy,,,

N that’s Jade, Beia, n Chompy

Apprntly Jade n Beia were frm arnd the same time? Actlly it’s fnny bc we thought Jade was a split of Noelle b we were bamboozled bc it wasnt the case

N then u have chompy,,, which is rlly sad,, bc she cnt rmmbr the year b we found out it was frm arnd 3 yrs old,,, that rlly sucks- she’s a fictive of Chain Chomp n came out of drmncy in a new form (Chompette) smdbndb according 2 Jade n Beia they dnt rmmbr wht hppnd, b it’s like they fell asleep n woke up again

N w Chompy, she explains it as like, , she was a chain chomp, n was chained 2 the back of the headspace, n bc she accepted she cldnt do anyth, faded in2 drmncy bc she gave up? B now she’s back n wants 2 fite,dkbdmdb until, stuff I wnt get in2

I’m not done KDH

Lastly I wanna talk abt,,,, how we feel abt it

I dnt think drmncy shld b smth 2 b afraid of— BUT @ the same time it’s OK 2 b afraid of it, or 2 h8 it, or 2 feel ANYTH abt it bc, almost all the time it’s not ur own choice 2 do so (half the time, based on what we’ve seen, etc)

Sometimes, ppl will c it as a mmbr fnlly resting, sometimes it’s sudden n @ least in the mmnt (or mayb ull never kno), ther dsnt seem 2 b a strong rsn on y it hopnd

Som will c it as death, som will say it’s scary, n som accept it’s a part of being a sys,,, that this happens, n that it will b ok

Bc,,, they can come back, mayb, n that’s sys life

4 us we feel ALL of those @ once

I wnt lie <:^) 4 som oldr mmbrs, we hope they dnt come back, b then 4 som we hope they do com back, n it’s this balance of trying not 2 b toxic-positive n trying not 2 erase the hope if we do wnt them 2 com back

IDK it’s so— mssy Bc u shld allow urself 2 grieve- bc dormancy CAN feel like death (frm an obsrvr?), n o man the syscourse that exists @ the mere mention of treating drmncy like death? Scares me, n I jst wnna put it out ther that it involves a lot of grieving somtimes,,,m yes, it can b traumatic depending on how said dormancy was brought 2 ur attention or knwldge

4 us we’e still grieving over that last mssg frm them, we’re angry 4 those who went drmnt n also @ Them who went drmnt? Idk man

TLDR don’t- I repeat- do NOT,,,,, treat drmncy as the answr

If ur in a systm out ther, I kno it hard, n frick, drmncy is such a complic8d topic in systems period, b drmncy is not the answ

Bc yes drmncy is not prmnnt 4 som systms, (n by prmnnt I mean that sys mite jst not have awakenings as common @ all; every sys is diff) b drmncy is,,, most of the time a scary thought 4 systms

It’s- it’s not sui litrlly, b,,, it;s,, is almost similar IF- n I repeat- if it’s used as an escape, esp in a bad way

N like w sui// we wnt entirely blame you if @ all, b it’s sad- n it’s hard

Bc like ”irl” ppl arnd u who care r affctd- n knowing it’s by ur own hand is hard 2 accept

Bro, anon my dude, I’m so srry this is such a messy post KDNKDND our exprnces w it is so recent n it’s SUCH a complic8d topic 2 discuss w/o fear of ppl yelling @ u abt spreading misinfo

We’re a rlly big outlier 2 the usual sys exp w dormancies bc we’ve had SO many exprncs of it being rel8d 2 sui/ of death from othr systms Onesides our own), n it’s not jst random systems, it systems who we were close 2 n we got hurt by

I dnt wnna talk abt whether or not what we experiencs was real b yea thats our experiences n not the resources,, since that’s the question KNS

[kachinnate]

hey don’t apologize please! :( i kinda reached out to you because you weren’t being inflammatory or rude, and did add that you appreciated the ship. but i��ve seen other people answering asks or just generally discussing it and it just feels strange? to be so many people (even those like you who don’t usually Get those kinds of asks) and it just felt like. a lot at once. i’m sorry for making you feel bad, i don’t think you bashed anything i was just overwhelmed with how many asks and posts i saw

(2/2) thank you for always being so kind and welcoming on this blog, i really appreciate it a lot and i want you to know i consider your blog a safe place. that’s why i brought the weird feeling to you, cause i knew you wouldn’t judge me. i promise i understand and appreciate things being discussed i just found the volume of asks in one day among multiple blogs curious and a bit tiring by the end of it i guess. nothing you specifically did

oh... i dunno if it’s bc i don’t follow the right people or what, but i genuinely had no idea that this was like a Whole Thing that was being discussed by multiple people?? D: that’s rlly strange, maybe the same person has been askin multiple deh blogs abt it

and i appreciate ur kind words abt my blog bein a safe place, that means a lot ;;;;; i really do try to be an Unproblematic Place for the most part bc the extent of my deh content is usually just like.... fanart, and the Occassional dumb text post :’D there’s enough drama and discourse abt deh literally in every corner of tumblr so i try to not rant too much abt that shit here

it’s totally reasonable to be exhausted from reading so much about it, esp in such a short period of time !!! i think we’ve discussed it enough here so i’ll put a cap on it for now, an’ hopefully it’ll start to simmer down elsewhere too

[honeyfreckled]

god now that I been writing the fic I realized so much of southern slang is similar to the hicks

i take my time but i hear the conversations and play by play and it is like im just thinking how i usually do bc that’s kinda how i already talk

I got into the show bc Jim. He had told me abt it when we first started dating saying that since he remembered my writing style. he thought this was something i’d enjoy (we had a class together way back when and i read my stuff for an assignment and then me and him talked abt my writing) 

he mentioned that it was gonna need the subtitles on. I watch everything that I can with subtitles anyway bc my brain needs it so that was no problem. When he was askin abt what I thought of the show I remember tellin him that it was now in my top forever favorites list bc it felt so relatable. He was like “really!?” i explained the hicks being what i related to not the sports and small town stuff or the rest. 

just that we sit and talk just like that too. tall tales and going down weird tangents of hypotheticals just for conversations sake. i remember livin in Chicago and it bein a shock to not find a person w the gift of gabbin other than w one of my dorm roommates... bc she just so happened to be from san anton so ya know we had the same way of discussin certain things that our Chicagoan roomies said were rude or weird or not how they did things. a lot more spanglish in our case gets involved bc texans have their own set of rules when it comes to words. plus for me, the addition of the good ol’ baldimore/pennsylvania/northern east coastal stuff

[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

Pls tell me abt Falkner. Are they new or have I just not heard of them before? What are they like?

HELLO ANON HI I LOVE YOU THANK U FOR ASKIN ABOUT MY BABY :’D💕💕💕💕💕

They are totally new, actually they only popped into existence yesterday morning. I kinda had an… itchy brain??? and I knew I was probably gonna unwittingly make an OC at some point bc when my brain decides to be creative that normally means I get another child instead of just. y’know. channeling that creativity into something actually productive like WRITING FOR MY ALREADY-EXISTING CHILDREN but thaT’S FINE :)))))))))))))))))))) X’D

Falkner isn’t as verbose as my other OCs, probably due to the fact that they’re a loner. They are a freelance mechanic who owns a small shop on the city outskirts. They don’t talk a lot, but they ‘listen’ and they remember everything. On the subject of listening, they’re hard of hearing, not quite deaf but pretty close. They have hearing aids, but most often they just rely on reading lips, which they’re very good at. Just make sure they know you’re there when you first walk in, otherwise it… might not end super well for you. They have very good eye sight and a very good sense of smell.

Falkner keeps themself at an emotional distance from people as well as physical. Though they do have a soft spot for the less fortunate and will often give money, clothes, shelter and food to the homeless, they very rarely allow themself to get attached to anyone in particular. Even in a relationship/friendship, they’re not super affectionate (they do show affection, just not in the typical ways, and they are very devoted even if they might seem distant.) They’re a serious type of person. When they do use humour it’s very dry and can be a tad cutting. Their voice is low and slightly monotone, but whenever they speak everybody typically listens to them, since they don’t talk unless they have something to say. They are actually pretty wise and give good advice, if you can pluck up the courage to ask them and they’re in a good mood. They are pretty chill overall and hard to piss off, but once you do, they will hold a grudge against you forever and I would advice you run far, far away. They are pretty intimidating (probably because of their ‘leave me alone, I’m not a people person’ aura) and they keep very intense eye contact. They also hate apologies/apologizing, not because they don’t like to admit they’re wrong or that they’re not sorry, they just think that words are empty and meaningless, so instead of saying sorry, they’ll fix whatever wrong they caused and make it better that way. They are a firm believer that actions speak louder than words. They are a very good judge of character and it’s best not to try and lie to them.

They usually wear a pair of jeans faded and ripped from age, and they like grey henley shirts. They have very olive skin, orange eyes, colourful tattoos along their arms, collarbones, chest and neck (some of them are gang tats but they don’t talk about that and I really don’t recommend asking them about those), they wear their hair down to their shoulder blades, and the colour seems to be a weave of blue, purple and grey strands mixed together. They have multiple piercings (septum, daith and helix in their left ear, industrial in their right, spiderbites, a Medusa, one in their tongue, and they have dimples from where they used to have cheek piercings.) They have a scar over their left eye. They’re 5′9, lean but muscular. They don’t smile a lot and have sort of a resting bitch face. They are intersex.

They identify as non-binary and their pronouns are they/them, but if somebody uses a different pronoun they really don’t particularly care (unlike June, who will evicerate you if you ever use the wrong pronoun for them), unless that person is deliberately being a dick. They are bisexual, so down for fun with any gender, but they have a pretty low-ish sex drive and hardly ever seek that kind of company. They are extremely demiromantic and have only ever been in love with a handful of people throughout their long life. Their nickname, Licks, stems from them having a bit of an oral fixation (not just sexually, get your mind out of the gutter); they like to chew on toothpicks. Their favourite food is pudding.

And, most important, they have two pet fishies named Bubbles and Gloria. :D

[aphamericaheadcanons]

what does Alfred look for in stable relationship whether they’re platonic or romantic? or is stability not something he’s bothered about?

HMM that’s a v good question my friend i’ve been lowkey sitting on this for a while bc ive been THINKING but gosh this has been harder than i thought it’d be alsdkjfl ANYWAYS yes. rubs hands together let’s dive right in

in a relationship alfred looks for a number of things in a person. they need to have at least some of these personality traits:

adventurous -  alfred does best around ppl who want to do. he’s all for talking abt things but he’d much rather be doing them. he also gets bored easily so in both friends and potential dates he looks for ppl who aren’t afraid to put themselves out there and try new things

passionate - he likes ppl who like living. they need to believe in smth ‘cause if u stand for nothing burr what do you fall for-

moral - it would PISS him off to be around someone who gives no damns abt morality. like u need to have a moral compass and have some thread of good in u that u will voice. he’s more than willing to stand up for someone if they’re not the type to fight adamantly for the Justice™ but u still gotta believe in it or it ain’t gonna fly

takes things in stride - he’s… not the best w sensitive ppl. u need a bit of skin to hang around alfred as his jokes and the way he is in general r not the most subtle or careful. he’ll say things and do things and not mean any harm but they can sound a little brash and if someone’s constantly butthurt abt it it won’t work out

there might be a few more things but rlly alfred does get along w most ppl as long as they like him and they aren’t moody and bitter 24/7 ! so now that we’ve got that out of the way we need to tackle the question of stability. what makes a relationship stable for alfred and does he even want that? the answer to that is it depends. 

one on hand, nah, he’d rather live free. he’d rather not tie everything down to one person or set of ppl and have his pickings bc hey the world is his oyster but on the other, ofc he wants stability to an extent esp platonically. while he may be a free spirit alfred does enjoy having a core group of ppl he knows he can trust. (surprisingly this is smth he worries abt on rare occasions- who his real friends are and if anyone rlly likes him)

as for romantically, i think he wouldn’t be against the idea of committing to one person as long as fate allowed but they’d have to be a p special person. alfred, in this stage of his life, is not looking to settle down. he’s v go, go, go which is straining on relationship he attempts to get into. rn he’s mostly abt flings and good times here and there. things for him usually die out p fast. so romantically he wouldn’t be against smth long term or “stable” (“” bc im not saying his short term things are unstable but alsdkjlkj idk how else to phrase it so it relates to the question) but most of his relationships are fleeting

so what does he look for in a stable relationship?

mutual affection - y’all gotta like each other alsdkjf for it to be stable

open communication - i.e. listening to and understanding each other fairly well he’d rather not have to “talk things through” v often bc that’s hella uncomfy and mood draining

honesty - he’d hate to have someone talking abt him behind his back. what can i say ya boi is a lil paranoid

willingness to partake in each other’s interests - self explanatory. it’s all exchange my dudes

mutual respect - he dislikes power imbalances. he’d rather chill w someone who’s on his level. the exception is for his mentors to which he still expects respect back from but is okay w respecting their wiser opinion on things 

but yeah! that’s basically it! i hope i answered ur question right bc damn y’all dont know how long i stared at this ask lkjfalskdj pls feel free to send another if i didn’t answer what u were rlly askin!

[joeyloganho]

TELL US MORE ABT DENNIS whats your dynamic with him, how you both are with each other, headcanons, ANYTHING <33

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE GLADLY PAL

OK So for dynamic...Dennis is MOST DEFINITELY The more logical one of us. And i'm more the emotional one that leads with my heart. I think he's more of the "I do math easily in my brain" type, while i'm the "What comes after 2?" type.

so, i think the way he acts with me is he's very like, protective. I know i'm going for the "I fixed this man" trope AGAIN but I FIXED THIS MAN. He was killing people left and right and then he met me and was like "I'm not putting him in any danger he's my baby boy and i must PROTECT HIM." so like, he stopped. He is like a soft boi with most people he comes across (that he doesn't straight up skin but whatever that's another topic for another day), but when i say this boy MELTS around me, I mean it. soft to the extreme. Softer than soft serve ice cream.

And i usually act like a dork around him but because i feel so comfy around him. I tend to call him silly names (such as Stinky Smelly Man from earlier, which like, he's used to names from me, but that one caught him WAAAAY off guard. He was NOT expecting to be called stinky or smelly, let alone both) and i always wanna trade glasses with him.

Some headcanons about the first time we met include: we met at night and he was walking around and thought i was a man of the night and then I told him i was not and he was like "OH. Well. Good it's too dangerous." And then proceeded to walk me home. And when i walked out of my home the next day he was there and we hung out all day and then he came over to my house and we watched movies until he passed out on the couch. But he was holding onto me so i couldn't just get up and disturb him! No way. So I slept on the couch with him. and when i woke up the next morning he was not on the couch and i was like OOP, but he was making brekkie. uwu he made pancakes. by the end of the week he was moved in with me.

I need to write about this mans but for now this is what i'll leave ya with. thanks again for askin about the boyo. :3

[captainshyguy]

ok i rly like the pokego community in my part of the city but i get such bad vibes from one guy like he’s the ‘weird guy whos...too nice in a weird way’ type hjdfhnddfkhfld 

grdkgfhlkfd like??? idk the first time i saw him he offered to walk me part way back home from a raid, which...tbh fair enough bc the week before, some random guy flashed his dick at me in a local park and i warned the pokego community, so it’d make sense for people to offer that to me???

but like hkdfh the stuff he said was too....curious too forward since i just met him he was all ‘i remember seeing you at a groudon raid a while back’ which uhh alarm bells a lil bc i sure as hell ddnt remeber him and it was AGES ago why did he remember that??? either way then he gotdamn asks where i live and ofc i said i’d rather not ay and the whole time he was doing that thing weird guys do to cover their asses by being like ‘hahah not to be weird’ ‘oh hah fair enough’ ‘dw im not one of those weird guys im just askin to be nice’ and stuff like that and 

i’ve seen him every now and again since always in a group setting luckily (he sometime travels with a group who tbh i trust more than him, mainly bc 2 peopel in said group are a couple with a 6 year old kid’) and like.....idk here’s some fun lines/things he’s said/done 

‘oh i dont like those guys you should stick with me’ (nothing abt said guys seemed...that bad)

we should hang out/go on pokewalks together! 

(i mention i need an item storage upgrade in game) ‘i’d give you a £10 if you wanted’ (i politely refused) 

called me “sweetcheeks” today, didnt appreciate that 

came up behnd me and did that thing friends do where they jab someone’s waist with both of their hands to surprise the person, but sicne i see this guy as like....a pokemon go acquaintance i wasnt pleased, and since a lot of the other pokego community were there, i had the confidence to go ‘do NOT do that again’ and ofc i had to make it a lil lighthearted so i didnt seem mean to on lookers but i was very clear lol 

i just....i know not all of these things seem creepy out of context but i just.....bad vibes there’s somethin abt how he speaks to me thats a bit too forward like...it feels like he’s got an ulterior motive, but i cant rly call him out on it bc he hasnt...done anythin rly and like...im NOT gonna start drama in our pokego community like i know people reading this will tell me to say something but!!! i haven’t been left alone with him since that first time, so whilst i’ve felt a a lil uncomfortable nd skittish, i can usually??? deal with it im just kinda ranting bc lbr a lot of us have had to deal with the ‘creepy kid in ur class’ type like idk it feels like he’s trna get something from me or trying to to get close/relate to me but in a bad way???

on the upside my best pokemon go friend is a delight! nd im gonna ramble abt him now bc he's super cool! his name is dave instead of ‘creepy kid in ur class vibes’ this guy is COMPLETE cool uncle vibes, like utterly non threatening, rly fun, if we run into each other playing pokego we always have a nice walk down the park!! he’s like 37ish?? walks w/ a cane bc he used to do wrestling but got injured, and he’s super cool! he also used to help run conventions (big nerd type) and he is/was (im not sure which) friends with jeremy bulloch! nd like??? idk i feel way more comfortable hanging with him bc like..creepy guy is that smidge too forward and talks less abt the game and asks more abt me which has me skittish, but cool uncle guy never imposes on me! we talk about pokemon go, he talks about some of his fun nerd stuff and recommends stuff to me, and like....idk instead of asking personal stuff, he kinda gives me the opportunity TO talk about myself and my interests, and then he listens?? instead of tryna get answers y’know, like he has zero ulterior motives, we just walk abt the park and catch pokemon together and talk about stuff and sometimes ourselves! its rly cool! he’s had a lotta cool life experiences which are fun to heat abt, plus he’s traded me a slaking, an alolan marowak AND a tauros so he’s the true mvp! when we get to best friends level he’s gonna give me a latias and im gonna give him a shiny roselia! (we both have spares lmao)

anyway the moral of this is you should try to be like dave not like creepy guy; cool uncle vibes are way more fun to be around 

[grcndel]

idk if you've talked abt it before but... gren's onions on bigby... i want 2 know... askin for a friend.

i mean, this shit’s complicated, because grendel’s view of him  –  in spite of everything  –  doesn’t lean strictly positive OR strictly negative.  usually a grey-area is a healthy thing, but in grendel’s case, his opinions clash, and confuse him, and kind of rip him up inside.

–  because grendel isn’t blind to bigby’s contribution(s) to the injustice the fabletown government strikes down on its ‘lesser’ citizens;   he isn’t ignorant to bigby essentially being the muscle-pawn of the rich motherfuckers in the woodlands, the tool they send out to reinforce their blatantly discriminatory practices and policies  …  and he knows it isn’t all bigby’s fault, but he refuses to NOT hold him accountable for his actions  ( and, at times, his apparent lack of remorse for them ).  grendel gives bigby a hard time because, secretly, he thinks bigby’s better than this, and he wants to knock some sense into him, like maybe it’ll make him rethink the motivations of the people he’s working for, make him start to see gren’s side of the story.

( gren is very smart, and he has a lot of experience with being treated like his life doesn’t matter  –  a lot of experience with authoritative abuse.  he sees things that bigby doesn’t, sometimes, and he usually doesn’t know how else to communicate that other than through aggression.  grendel has always felt like nobody will listen to him unless he raises his fist. )

so on that note, it’s safe to say that gren’s probably never totally liked or agreed with the guy  ( bigby reminds him too much of his damn self for that )  –  but he never totally hated him, either, until two things happened:

lily went missing, and grendel became somewhat aware of the abuse his friends in the sex industry were facing, and he tried to say something about it  …  but the few people who actually had the authority to DO anything about it, bigby included, wouldn’t listen to him.

bigby ripped his arm off for the irony of it.  bigby then left him there to suffer the consequences and, despite grendel’s continued efforts to be fair & forgiving, never once apologized to him for it.

after that, his feelings became less passive and bicker-y and more blatantly antagonistic;  the truth of the matter is that gren was scared of bigby, and scared for lily, and angry for holly and lily alike because he knew lily’s death was preventable.  he knew, but  ( on account of grendel’s past & reputation )  nobody  –  bigby included  –  would hear him out.

bigby also made a few personal jabs at him, both in the comics and the game, that have further soured grendel’s emotions towards the guy.  in the game, you have the option to call grendel  ‘such a waste of fucking life,’  and in the comics, bigby  –  ironically, after maiming grendel in the same manner that beowulf did  –  calls grendel the past-absorbed hypocrite, the  ‘monster pretending to be a man,’  as grendel lies sobbing on the floor, heaving and screaming in pain  …  and bigby stands over him, spattered in his fucking blood.

fun.

but still  –  grendel finds reasons, excuses, to forgive him.  ( this can be mostly observed in the trial, where grendel literally puts himself between bigby and the crowd, defending him regardless of the path he chooses in dealing with the crooked man  –  because even if gren’s been hurt by him, and even if gren doesn’t like his way of doing things, or the people he’s doing them for  …  gren understands that bigby’s avenging the girls’ deaths.  gren understands that this is for justice.  gren is willing to put his own feelings on bigby aside long enough to support him when he does something genuinely helpful  –  because gren isn’t a selfish man.  gren cares deeply, these days, for the greater good. )

… and i guess the real complexity of it lies, therefore, in the fact that grendel both resents him for how he  ( and his friends )  have been treated by bigby  …  & respects him for at least trying to do the right fucking thing.