#we're dumb and kind so of course she can stay

[shitpostingsapphic]

My favorite headcanons for caitvi are ones where they met as kids/teens, by far

Like it's so fucking cute, the idea that Caitlyn would be immediately drawn to Vi due to her curiosity, and Vi can't help but be smitten by Caitlyn's atypical behaviors and willingness to explore new concepts and experiences and ideas.

Just like when they meet as adults in the original universe, their backgrounds should make them incompatible, but there's that inexplicable draw that brings them together.

Imagine Caitlyn tags along with Jayce to his visits in the undercity without telling her parents and can't stop staring at the pink haired girl she sees there at the shop, just hanging around, and they meet eyes, and BOOM, instant connection. Vi also sneaks glances and realizes she's never seen a Piltie girl her age this close before. She wonders if they're all this pretty.

Imagine Vi is sneaking around topside to catch glimpses of Caitlyn, because she feels like she shouldn't be so drawn to a Piltie, but she is anyway.

Imagine one day Caitlyn actually catches sight of Vi across the street as she tries to remain inconspicuous, but Caitlyn would recognize that pink hair in a heartbeat. Imagine she sneaks away from her mother or whoever she's with in order to go talk to her.

"It's you," she says, shy yet bold.

Vi, of course, tries to play it off. "Dunno what you're talking about, topside." But the blush on her cheeks tells another story.

Caitlyn ignores the very obvious attempts at ignorance. "I've been wanting to come visit the shop again, but it's hard for me to find the chance to get away from my mother. She's kind of overprotective."

Vi decides it's best not to play dumb, but can't completely be honest about wanting to see her as well. "You're sure you wanna share about your life with me? Maybe your mom's got a point, shouldn't associate with undercity trash and all."

Caitlyn frowns. "I don't think you're trash. That's silly. Why would you call yourself that?"

Vi is caught a bit off guard. "Isn't that what all you Pilties think of us?"

"I certainly don't." Caitlyn cocks her head as this leaves Vi without a response. "Why are you here, anyway?"

Vi stumbles around in her head for an answer. Shoves her hands in her pockets. Kicks a rock aside. Shrugs. "W-why are YOU talking to me?"

This makes Caitlyn smirk. "I DID say I've been meaning to come back to the shop. What do you think?"

"Dunno. Could want a number of things there." Vi has been staring at the ground but peers up at Caitlyn here. "Give me a hint?" The barest of upturned lips.

This makes Caitlyn break out into a genuine smile that steals Vi's breath a bit. "You're kind of adorable, you know that?"

Vi sputters. "Am NOT."

"Are so." Caitlyn tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Can't help but think the girl's freckles compliment her blush well.

Vi rolls her eyes, trying to pretend her brain isn't setting off fireworks. "I don't even know your name."

"Would you like to know it?" Caitlyn says, tilting her head.

"Since you insist on teasing me, I think it's fair."

"But you make it so easy," Caitlyn giggles. "Alright. I'm Caitlyn."

"Caitlyn," Vi breathes. Shakes her head. Clears her throat. Thrusts her hand out, scuffed up palms and knuckles and all. "I'm Vi."

"Vi. Pleasure to meet you." Caitlyn takes her hand without hesitation, notices how rough they feel compared to hers, incredibly intrigued.

"Caitlyn!" A voice calls. The girls both turn. It's her mother.

"Shit." Caitlyn breathes.

This makes Vi laugh, surprised. "Didn't know princesses could use words like that."

"Oh, hush." Caitlyn looks back at her, panicked. "I have to go. I'm sorry." Her eyes shift so they're alight with mischief. She jerks her head towards her mom. "You've got a talent for sneaking around, I assume?"

"And if I do?"

"Wait until we're out of sight. Maybe if you're good enough, you can stay under her radar." Caitlyn smirks. "Maybe you could teach me how to sneak about myself. Could come in handy."

Without giving Vi a chance to respond, she turns away, skirt swishing about.

And if Vi does exactly what Caitlyn says, following her home out of sight, and later taps at the same glass doors of the balcony she sees the girl disappear into after a while of spying, no one is the wiser. She figures she doesn't need to tell Vander what she's been up to just yet.

[boredpotate]

Happier Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own Arcane or any other kind of media mentioned or linked.

Concept: Isekai Fem Reader turns back time to fix her timeline, but has unforeseen consequences. (If you want to know the full idea I had then it's in the first chapter)

Note: Didn't mention in the first chapter, but I'm going to assume Vi was 11 and Powder was 6 in the opening scene since I don't think it has been confirmed.

(Edit: Forgot to add something. I'm considering letting Reader have a romance with Timebomb, but IDK. Not fully decided yet.)

Vander Pov

Five years.

Five years since two little girls lost their parents on that bridge and since I became a father of two. Didn't think I would take in two more kids from the streets after them, but then again I never thought I would be a father. The two new additions were boys, all together they became a loyal little crew of four Undercity kids. Speaking of.

"You sure this this one's gonna work Pow Pow? The last one almost gave me a concussion.", Vi asks as Powder works on another one of her latest inventions. Supposed to be some kind of smoke bomb.

Powder puffs her cheeks a little with a pout.

"I said I was sorry and I told you it was a test. I didn't mean for it to have a delay on it. The switch went off later than I planned.", she says grumpily, but a hint of guilt in there.

"Of course not. That's just because you're a jinx.", Mylo says teasingly which makes Vi sock him in the arm. Making Claggor chuckle a little. Deserved, honestly.

"It's fine. I just don't want you blowing yourself up."

I smile as I set down drinks for them, not alcohol of course, before turning to Powder.

"Just make sure you don't run any tests in here. Unless you all want to spend the day cleaning paint off bar.", I say before taking a good look at my troop of trouble makers.

Claggor, big and strong, but not dumb. Smarter and wiser than others actually. A kind soul..... unless you're looking for a fight. Kid can take hits and hit you back harder.

Mylo, not the biggest nor the baddest, but surprisingly cunning if you didn't know him before hand. Always putting up a cocky facade, but he does care. Though he has a problem with making his face enticing to punch.

Powder, youngest of them all has a knack for mechanics and inventing. A tinkerer through and through, like Benzo's boy, Ekko. So much potential in a little bundle of joy. She'll go far in life. As long as she doesn't blow herself up first.

Vi, the oldest, the protector and the leader of the four. Always wanting to put herself in front of all the danger for her family. Take on all the burden, like the stubborn girl she is. Especially for her sister. Most likely to kick a door down before checking if it's unlocked.

Together we were a family. Honestly this would have been enough for me, but to think I'd get my brother back too.

"I'm sure it will go well this time. I took a look at the mechanism, she only needs to make a few adjustments.", Silco says, sitting next to Powder while working on his notes and occasionally glancing at Powder's work.

Silco, my brother in every way but blood. I didn't think I'd ever be able to rekindle our bond from before. He read my letter. Apparently he stayed in hiding for a few years to think about all that happened and himself. I still remember when he came back, around the time I took in Mylo and Claggor, the feeling I had felt when he just came walking in one day like it was any other regular day.

We talked about our mistakes and regrets. We reminisced on the old days when we were young and dumb, and when Felecia was still alive. It took time, still is, but right now? We're in a good place now. Forgave each other and moving forward to help Zuan. He and Powder seem to get along well, which is good. Silco was always the smarts between the two of us; always had his nose in his notes or a book.

I couldn't help but smile when looking at the scene. The bar felt more alive nowadays, the kids I took in talking and bickering but safe, and the man who is like a brother to me is back. All in The Last Drop where it's safe. All we need is Benzo and his boy, Ekko, here and we'll have the whole party together.

Everything i-

Dad?

Damn. That damn voice again. Been bugging me ever since the bridge. Like a memory, but from talks I've never had with someone before.

SoOoo, QUiCk qUestIOn. wHo get's THE bAr wHeN YoU reTiRe? hM?

Who is that? I can barely make it out to be a kid's, but I never heard any kid like that. Yet, it feels like I'm supposed to know. It brings out that same feeling in my chest that I have for my kids.

"Vander?"

I look back up to Silco, who is looking at me with concern in his eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Is everything alright? You froze there for a second."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm fine, nothings wrong. Just.... something bugging my head for awhile."

He looks at me with some worry, but drops it after Powder grabs his attention. Probably something about her tinkering.

I go to clean a few glasses as I ponder on the voice again.

'Who is that?'

Reader Pov

"Get back here you little shit!"

I hear and ignore the shouts as I keep running. I managed to eavesdrop on a deal. Heard them talk about there drop off point for payment. The people came earlier than I expected for the money and I got caught in the act. Now I'm running through the streets with five people on my trail. Not my fault everyone ignores kids when discussing stuff.

I weave through alley ways and crowds in the streets with a mask and hood. After years of growing up in it, it's only natural that it's pretty easy to navigate. Especially as a kid; there's lots of little crevices and old pipe lines to slip into. Though these people are pretty persistent, but I can't really blame them. Seems like whatever job they did paid a lot based on the weight of the bag, though I am a kid so I could be wrong.

I take a quick look back to see that the crowd built me a good bit of distance before quickly ducking into another alley. I take many turns before getting onto another crowded street and build some distance before I start blending into the crowd. I see one of them pop out from the alley, but it's already too late. I'm good as gone now.

I steady my breathing as I begin to backtrack from where I ran from. They'll probably stay in this area and wait for me or some kid with a bag to come out, meanwhile my home is on the nowhere near here.

Home.

'I miss home.'

I thought it would be easier than this honestly. Not the living part, that's easy. Zuan isn't some drug filled city like before where everyone is trying to be on top. This like a playground compared to what it turned into. People still have a sense of community and gangs aren't taking over, or at least not completely.

Zuan went from being a dog town to a pit full of chickens and snakes. No more dogs ready to bark and bite for their own, ready to gather together and fight back when backed too far into a corner by the rich. Just a bunch of snakes chasing to be on top and taking out anyone who get's in their way. A bunch of snakes and fakes being led on by even bigger fakes and snakes; couldn't lead from the front or do their own dirty work.

What's hard is staying away from everyone, but it's worth it. To see them happy and together again. It'll really show it's worth in a few years. When everyone can come together and that bridge doesn't need to divide us anymore. Where markets can be opened and communities can intertwine with one another.

Plus, it's good to see Vander and Silco talking again. Even with everything that's happened last time; Silco grew on me. I never thought he would, but like Powder, he became another father figure to me. He didn't like to show it, but I knew he cared.

It took awhile to find him after I got Vander's letter from the mines, but after a lot of eavesdropping and investigating I tracked him down to some old bunker. Slipped inside when there was an opening and left the letter. Just had to hope that was enough to change his mind, and luckily it was.

Without Silco meeting Singed, Shimmer doesn't exist, and hopefully it stays that way for good. Though I still keep an eye out for it. Either way it's one problem dealt with, now onto the bigger one. Hextech.

That one damn job ruined everything, even when I tried preventing it from happening or going wrong. Things still went to shit. Hextech, always advertised as a sign of progress and innovation for everyone was only made for the wealthy. While Piltover thrived, Zuan was left in the dust and forgotten. It only stirred the pot and upped the heat. It just made people more frustrated, hateful, and more open to an aggressive stand against Piltover.

Watching all of this play out was one thing, but living in it? Watching as your very own home was slowly killing itself with no help from it's so called leaders? It was horrible. So many people I knew were killed, corrupted or became another addict hooked on Shimmer. Meanwhile the council and enforcers just let it happen. They could have at least gained control before it grew too big, it was obvious what was beginning to fester, but they didn't. Too busy enjoying the benefits of Hextech and luxury.

'Fuck Hextech.'

My mind wanders and procrastinates on possible dangers and outcomes as I make my way home. Before I know it I'm already across the Undercity, deep into the lanes where it reaches under the river above. Dark, smog everywhere and mostly filled with lowlife crooks and junkies, but less likely to run into the family. Here I can stay hidden.

I find my way home safely in an abandoned building. Parts of it crumbled away, but I managed to make a home for myself in one of the rooms on the upper floors. It was enough.

"Home, sweet home.", I say as I close the door behind me and lock it. I toss the bag aside to count later before flopping myself down on my makeshift bed. Not comfy, but better than nothing. I turn over and stare at the ceiling as I contemplate the future.

"I need to stop Hextech no matter what. One job. Get in, take the crystals, and get out before the crew get's there. Just gotta wait for Jayce to get here. Then it'll all be okay.", I say as begin to drift off into much needed sleep.

Powder Pov

"Stupid, Mylo. What does he know?", while fiddling with one of the toys Vander got for me. Looking out over the buildings buildings of Zuan and the few stars I can see in the night.

PoWDEr

I wheel my head around looking for the source of the unknown voice.

"Hello?", I call out but receive no response.

Y'kNoW, YOu'Re SmArTer tHaN yOu tHiNk yOu'Re RiGhT?

I hear it again, so I stand up and search my surroundings.

"W-Who's there!?", I say, trying to be as brave as Vi. I don't think I'm doing that good.

PoWder, pLEasE LisTen tO Me cAUse I mEAN it. yOU'rE nOt a jiNx. YOu'Re So mUcH MoRe tHaN yOu ThInK yOu ArE, yOU jUsT DoN't sEe iT yEt.

I hear the weird voice again. I realize it's not from someone but from my head, like when I remember a conversation, but much louder. I suddenly feel a sharp headache.

"W-What's happening?" I ask not knowing what's going on.

JinX oR No JiNx. I wiLl AlWaYs bE hERe PoWder. I pROmiSe. I wOn'T aBaNdOn YoU.

Why did that voice sound familiar? Why was it comforting?

"Who are you?"

"Powder!"

I lift my head and see Vi looking relieved, probably has been looking for me.

"There you are I was looking around for you. C'mon it's time for bed.", she says, but I stay still and wait for my headache to die down before taking a breather. I see Vi walk towards me before kneeling down and putting a hand on my head.

"Hey, is everything okay Pow Pow? What's wrong?", Vi asks with concern in her eyes and voice, but I don't know how to respond.

'I don't even know what that was.'

"....Yeah, I-I think so. Just a little headache.", I say, not wanting to worry her over was I heard. Remembered? I don't know.

"Are you sure?"

I do take a second to consider telling her the truth but.....

I wiLl AlWaYs bE hERe PoWder. I pROmiSe.

"Yup. It's fine. I think I'm tired from working on my stuff all day.", I say, trying my best to sound casual. She looks hesitant for second before nodding.

"Alright. Let's go to bed.", She says as she stands up and puts a hand on my shoulder and we head back inside.

As we walk to our room I can't help but think about that voice.

'Why do I remember it? Vi never said that, not Claggor, not Ekko either and definitely not Mylo. So, who is it?'

As I lay in bed and drift off to sleep I can't help but still feel that pull to that voice.

'Why can't I remember? And, why does that make me sad?'

3rd Person

As Powder goes to bed for the night with a head filled with questions about an unfamiliar, yet nostalgic voice. She doesn't know she is not the only one.

A voice being remembered by multiple people, but not able to be recognized by any. It only brings more questions and a feeling of longing and guilt for this voice. Unknowingly something darker lurks underneath all of it. Waiting.

Note: Might either do a little time skip next and work on a little more development for events and the reader, or just do a big time skip next chapter. IDK, I'll figure it out. I just didn't want there to be and immediate jump in time and at least have some kind of development on how things have changed and what reader is doing, and have been doing.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact) Klee asking Jean and Eula's S/O when they're to give her a little sister

(Dark Knight and Belmont S/O, respectively)

This request was made in December 4th of 2022...I swear I'm good at answering asks guys.

Jean had S/O accompany her for an outing outside the cities of Mondstadt.

Given S/O's status as a vigilante, they were rarely seen around any heavily populated town, let alone with the Knights of Favonius.

Despite all that happened, Jean still loved S/O, and knew they were fighting for everyone just as hard as she was.

And even within the Knights, many understood that too. And for better or worse, Klee did.

In fact, this outing involved Klee, mostly just to let her "go on a secret mission for Jean". In reality, Klee needed to have some fun, lest she'd get into trouble due to the lack of explosions.

And so, Klee was having fun, skipping around while Jean watched, S/O still clad in their black armor and helmet, the red visor blocking out their face. As per usual, they said nothing in order to "protect their identity", though at this point it was just habit.

(Klee) "Master Jean?"

Jean and S/O turned to Klee, both of them sitting on a nearby log, their hands quietly intertwined with one another.

(Jean) "Klee? What is it?"

(Klee) "Are you and S/O going to have someone else I can play with?"

(Jean) "..."

S/O's helmet silently turned towards Jean, their absence of words speaking volumes, with the Acting Grandmaster being able to see her rising blush in the reflection of their visor.

Jean awkwardly cleared her throat.

(Jean) "Um...Do you mean, bring other children? Because this is official knight business.-"

S/O crossed their arms silently, tilting their head at Jean.

(Jean) "D-Don't look at me like that!"

Klee shook her head in response to Jean's question.

(Klee) "Lisa said that I would get a little sister soon from you and S/O!...But I don't know where Mom is so she can do that-"

(Jean) "Klee!...Let's go cook some lunch, okay?"

(Klee) "Oh! Okay!"

Klee walked off happily, leaving S/O and Jean alone.

To that, S/O took off their helmet to speak, their face just as red as Jean's.

(S/O) "Lisa sure has a sick sense of humor..."

(Jean) "Ugh, at least it wasn't Kaeya."

A brief an awkward silence hung in the air, neither of them sure on how to approach the subject of kids.

Though the silence was broken with S/O laughing, Jean quickly following along letting their hands hold each other once more.

(S/O) "Well, when we're not on a super secret mission of babysitting Klee...We should talk about it."

Jean playfully rolled her eyes before standing up, offering a hand to S/O gently, though the blush didn't leave either of them.

(Jean) "...Perhaps one day, S/O."

Eula was assigned to protect Klee as she went out to gather materials, though she wasn't dumb. It was just an excuse for Eula to take it easy, which after the last few weeks of reconnaissance, it wasn't entirely unwelcome.

It did help that Eula found Klee quite adorable, and Klee enjoyed Eula's presence.

Though, S/O had managed to find an excuse to join her, in spite of their whining.

(S/O) "So, the Knights have become a glorified babysitters now, have they?"

(Eula) "You know, since you're not part of the knights, nothing is exactly requiring you to stay."

Her tone was playful, much to the misery of S/O.

(S/O) "Perhaps this shit is the kind of curse people inflicted on us."

Eula chuckled, watching as Klee excitedly grabbed a lizard.

(Eula) "For the Lawrence and Belmont to breathe easy, enjoying the presence of one another?"

S/O rolled their eyes, leaning back into the tree as they adjusted the chain whip at their side.

(S/O) "If you wanna look at it that way sure."

(Eula) "You're just grumpy because Klee doesn't like you."

S/O scoffed.

(S/O) "Of course they don't. I'm a monster hunter."

(Eula) "And terrible with children."

(S/O) "Shut up already."

(Klee) "Miss Eula!"

Klee ran over to Eula, catching both of the outcasts' attention.

(Eula) "Hm? What is it, Klee?"

Eula knelt down to meet Klee at eye level, with her smiling before looking at S/O with a frown.

(Klee) "Kaeya said that I'd be having a little sister soon!"

(Eula) "Oh, is that right?"

Eula did her best to keep her tone the same, though she raised an eyebrow at Klee's frown, the answer to which came in her reply.

(Klee) "But Kaeya said S/O was going to be their dad, but they're super mean to you!"

Eula struggled to keep herself from bursting into laughter, especially hearing S/O choke at what Klee had said.

(S/O) "THAT RAT-BASTARD SAID WHAT?!"

(Klee) "The Knights of Favonius says using bad words is...bad!"

Eula pat Klee's head, giving a smug grin to S/O.

(Eula) "Right, and Kaeya is right! You are rather rude to me-"

(S/O) "Ooooh, you little!-"

S/O cut themselves off seeing Klee pout, making them sigh.

(S/O) "You got your materials, yeah? Let's go ahead and get back home before the sun sets."

Klee made a little "hmph!" noise, walking past S/O.

(Klee) "Klee will make sure her little sister is nice!"

S/O's eyes twitched as Eula joined their side, grin still present.

(S/O) "You're rather calm about the prospect of giving Alice's spawn a sibling-"

Eula flicked S/O's forehead.

(Eula) "One. Don't call Klee that. Two. It's funny to see you like this, so it helps me power through."

(S/O) "Tch, next time she's yours to handle alone."

(Eula) "Is that your idea of vengeance, S/O?"

S/O cursed under their breath, all the while Eula's smile remained.

...Maybe once her clan was gone, she'd give the consideration more thought, but not now.

Next thing she'd have to do though was come up with a name that'd make S/O cringe violently at. Maybe something like 'Treffy'.

[roseareeh]

Ink | Customer! Eddie Munson x Tattoo Artist! Reader

Notes: OOF this took me a while, but it's here! Enjoy!

Words: 3k

Warnings: Drinking

Eddie was your favourite customer for multiple reasons.

For one, the tattoos he wanted were exactly what he wanted. Two, he loved every idea you had, and also made his next appointments every time you finished a piece. Plus, he tips well, which is a nice bonus.

On the other hand, you had to shamefully realise that you developed a small crush on him. Which is funny, considering his tattoos were skulls, snakes and bats while you had a huge Sailor Moon sleeve on your right arm and nothing but flowers on the left one.

You were Eddie's favourite tattoo artist. With your chatty self, you always managed to distract him from the pain with stories from your life. Your artwork was nothing less than amazing, and always up his lane. He thought it was funny that you specialised in black and white for anything weird or creepy while he always walked into your pink and purple tattoo shop with a variety of Disney movies playing on the TV standing on a wooden shelf, mounted to the wall.

In addition, he had a crush on you. He's had crushes before, but not like this. This one was different than the others. Maybe it's because you always told him about what your Dachshund at home was up to, or when you told him your brother asked you to be your nieces godmother. It was just...special. His special time between you and him.

Today, he wanted a black and white cecropia moth over his shoulders and upper back. Eddie was so excited for this appointments the entire week, so much so that he was already grinning while walking in. "Who do we have here.", you said with an equally wide grin the second you spotted him. "Your favourite client, I assume.", he said while taking off his jacket. It was very clear that Eddie was your favourite customer, although you never said that out loud. "Considering we're all alone, you can assume correct.", you replied. As per usual, he made his way over to your station and waited for your okay to take his shirt off. "What ya' think?", you asked as you showed him the drawing of the moth. As per usual, it was perfect. "Alright, so you can take off your top for the stencil. Amy is coming in later today, so if you want the partition then just let me know."

This wasn't your first time seeing him shirtless, yet you couldn't help but look a bit from the corner of your eye. You hated yourself for this dumb crush, it was beyond unprofessional. On the other hand, Amy met her fiance at the studio as well. "I think I'll be fine without it, but thank you." He put his shirt underneath the chair, which was your que to get the stencil on his back.

"Alright, you ready?" He got comfortable on the chair, you put The Little Mermaid in the VHS player and started tattooing. "Same procedure as always, when the pain gets to much I'll tell you about Hot Dog." That was your Dachshund, who you also lovingly addressed as your son. "What have you been up to?" Eddie told you about his recent gigs, how band practice went and that Gareth proposed to his girlfriend at the last gig. Especially the last part made you happy. Gareth came in for a tattoo as well a few months ago, and he was such a kind person. He got quiet two hours in, which was your que to start talking. "Hot Dog is getting a sister. I found an elder dog at the shelter, and I'm taking her home next week." Eddie found the pain much more bearable when you talked to him. Your voice was like music to his ears. He even noticed how your voice changed whenever you talked about Hot Dog. "What's her name?", he asked in an attempt to forget about the pain. "Marly. She's an 11 year old german shepherd with maybe 4 teeth left." Eddie stiffled his laugh to not mess up the tattoo. "Hot Dog likes her a lot, that's why we picked her. Maybe I should bring both some time." Of course they couldn't stay in the studio, but you and your colleague Amy had a small staff room that they could stay in whole you worked on his tattoos. "Would be nice.", he said. His tone was an indicator that he needed a break. "Outline's done, I started on the shading, time for a break."

You put some paper towels on his back and fixated them with tape before letting him go outside for a smoke break. "All shirtless?", you teased him. He chuckled while looking for his cigarettes in his jacket. "It's just the backyard, nobody's gonna see me." You giggled a bit and watched him walk out the backdoor for his smoke break. In the meantime, you had a quick snack and tidied up your station. Eddie always had two cigarettes, you knew him that much already. Since the Cinderella movie was long over and already played twice, you also looked through your VHS collection to pick a new movie. He came back in while you were deciding between movies. "Got a good pick?", he asked while putting his cigarette away. "You mind if I switch it up and put in Sailor Moon instead of Disney?" How could he, when your grin was so adorable. "No Disney? How scandalous.", he joked. You laughed a bit while getting up to replace the VHS. "You can lay down again, I'll be there in a minute."

You kept talking him through the pain with silly stories. How your niece got into the cookie jar and his in the closet with it, that Hot Dog messed up your couch, that your brother had to help his daughter practice ballet in a tutu of his own. Eddie was laughing along until you told him about the terrible date you had last week. "So we went on a walk, and he asked me if our kids would be born with tattoos since I messed with my DNA." That was the only part that was mildly funny through his jealousy. "But I pretty much ran when he said he'd propose on the spot. Haven't called him since, and I don't want to." You noticed that he got oddly quiet after that. For what? For a few minutes, the room was filled with sounds from Sailor Moon playing on the TV.

Meanwhile, Eddie's jealousy was what kept him distracted from the pain. How could a guy get a date someone so perfect and mess it up so bad? He wouldn't treat you like that. "You okay there?", you asked him. He let out a low hum in response, music to your ears, and made up a quick excuse. "It's just really painful right now." That was no surprise, you were shading on his shoulderblades right now. It's reasonable enough to you. "Just watch Sailor Moon, I think you'll like it more than you think. And let me know if you need another break."

"Thanks, (Y/N).", he mumbled. Just as expected, he sat like a rock despite the painful tattoo placement and the odd quietness. Was it actually that bad?

Amy eventually came in to set up her station, and her client came in 30 minutes later. After another 3 hours, you told Eddie that it was time for another break. "I could finish it if you give me 2 more hours, give or take. You think you can handle that?" Finally, he seemed normal again. "I think so. I'm gonna take a longer break though, I need to eat something." You nodded in agreement and let him take his break while you also ate something and looked over at what Amy was tattooing. "I can put on Care Bears for you, if you'd like.", you suggested once you saw the Love-a-lot bear tattoo. Seeing the eyes of Amy's client light up was a dead giveaway. In a few minutes, you had the first season of Care Bears on the TV and it seemed to help her client a lot with the pain.

Eddie was done with his break after 20 minutes. He looked much more relaxed, which made you feel more relaxed also.

"Do you feel better?", you asked him in a hushed tone. "Yeah, we're just getting to the hard part right now.", he replied while laying back down. It was still odd, because even when he was in a lot of pain he didn't like complete silence. Wait...was he...

"Amy, can you take five and check something?", you asked your colleague. While she was a bit confused, Amy went to the staff room after checking with her client. You could hear some distinct chatter from Eddie and the other client through the door. "Did something happen with the orders?", she asked in a concerned tone.

"I think Eddie's jealous.", you simply stated. With a raised eyebrow and crossed arms, she asked "That's what I had to pause my session for?"

"I'm serious. I mentioned my awful date last week, and he's been off since then. He doesn't even talk or anything, he's a chatterbox!" Another eyeroll from her. "Give him the plus one ticket you have for the afterparty. You're awfully honest when you drink, and from what I heard he likes that too. And if it goes to shit, you'll loose a client. It's shit, but you wouldn't see him again." She was right, you knew that. "Right. Yeah, right." You scratched your head and went to the door again. "I'll do that, thank you." She still gave you a sympathetic smile as you two left the room. "It's gonna be fine. Promise."

He handed you the money he owed you for the tattoo, and you handed him the plus one ticket. "What's that?", he asked with knitted eyebrows. "There's a tattoo convention in a month, and the afterparty is on the second day. It would be lovely if you could come." Finally, he had a smile on his face again. "We also have a booth at the convention, so maybe you could come and say hello."

"I'll make sure to be there.", he said with a smirk while putting the ticket into the front pocket of his leather jacket. "I'll be seeing you before my next appointment then." Eddie left with a small wink. A wink?!

When the day of the afterparty came around, you put a lot of thought into your makeup, hair and outfit. When going shopping, you ended up picking a backless, white dress that was only held up by two spaghetti straps. It was so you could show off the pink and purple wings tattoo perfectly while also showing both your full-sleeves. Considering it was summer, it was also short so your legs tattoos would be shown off.

Of course the main intention was to show as much of the art on your skin as possible. A side intention was just in case Eddie would be there. He hasn't been at your booth the whole weekend. Why should he come now?

You put your hair into a ponytail and finished your makeup before leaving for the location. Since you planned on drinking, you called a cab, kissed your dogs goodbye and left.

It was loud. Really, really loud. Dre Day by Dr. Dre was being played while people on the floor were dancing together, in groups or alone.

"(Y/N)!", you heard someone yell excitedly. In hopes of it being Eddie you turned around, but it wasn't him. Still, it was a friend who lives four states over and always came to the convention. That was nice, too. "Steph!", you yelled back excitedly before the both of you hugged. "Come on, let's drink. What have you been up to?"

And drinking you did. Eventually, both of you and her girlfriend ended up on the dancefloor with Destiny's Child in the background. You sort of gave up on Eddie turning up, until you bumped into him.

"Shit, what are you doing here?", he asked while theatrically swinging his arm around your shoulders. "I'm a tattoo artist, Eddie!", you said with a giggle. The close proximity didn't even matter right now, that's how much you had to drink already. "What are you doing here, huh?" Steph saw you and him, smirked and continued dancing with her girlfriend.

"You invited me!", he yelled over the loud music that just turned up. Dr. Dre was a stable at this party, apparently. "Oh yeah!", you yelled back, followed by a hearty laugh. "Because you're hot and I wanna see you more!" Eddie just laughed and walked towards the bar with you, arm still around your shoulder. "I like the things you're saying.", he said eventually. Both of you hopped up on a barstool and ordered another drink. "I wanted to see you sooner, but I had to work!", he told you in a slurred tone. The only thing you did was giggle, and then both of you got your cocktails. "What's that?", he asked you while watching you take a sip. "Piña Colada. Wanna taste?" Eddie didn't expect you to stick your tongue out instead of handing you the glass, but he just laughed and kissed you instead of even bothering to think. He stood up from his barstool to stand between your legs while you two made out.

To the both of you, unbeknownst to the other, this felt like it was meant to be. Why did you hold back for so long?

His hands travelled from your thigh up to your waist and squeezed the flesh on it. You let out a small moan into the kiss, which made him break it for a short while. "I think I wanna take you home.", he rasped. A grin appeared on your face and your hand ran through his hair. "I think that's a great idea."

And to his home you went. That's where you woke up the next morning, naked in his bed. Eddie was still snorring next to you, also naked, with one arm lazily drapped around your waist. "Fuck.", you mumbled while trying to get up. There was a stinging pain in your head, and while still being naked you ran to the nearest bathroom to throw up. It was obvious where it was, considering Eddie labeled it with an old bar toilet sign.

After you were done throwing up and washed out your mouth, you spotted Eddie in the doorway in nothing but low-hanging, grey sweatpants. "Good morning.", he said in a low tone. His voice was still raspy from waking up. Your response was a grumble while you sat down on the edge of his bathtub. He saw you naked last night, it didn't matter anymore. "Here, put it on." Eddie handed you an oversized Metallica shirt and your underwear from yesterday. "Thanks.", you mumbled before slowly getting dressed. He turned around to give you some privacy, but there was undoubtedly tension between you two. "I'll make you breakfast, and I'm guessing we need to talk then.", he said, then walked off.

You heard the clinking of pans and plates while still trying to grasp what really happened. You had sex with your favourite client, no memory if you two even used protection, while drunk out of your mind. One part of your brain thought Finally, while the other part throught How?.

You removed your makeup as much as you could (although your lipstick was already off from last night), then walked into his kitchen.

Eddie had a studio apartment, so his living room, bedroom and kitchen were all combined in one big room. The only thing that separated his bedroom from everything else were some shelfs with DnD figurines and books in it. "You feel better?", Eddie asked you while you sat down on the high stool he had by his kitchen island. "A bit. Head still hurts." He slid you an aspirin with a glass of water. You gratefully took it and gulped it all down with lightning speed.

"So, about last night.", Eddie started while putting scrambled eggs and bacon with some toast on your plate. It smelled so good, you wished you had that every day. "Do you know if we used protection?" was the first question that left your mouth. The risk of having a baby with someone you weren't in a relationship with was terrifying.

"Honestly, I don't know. I didn't see any...packaging.", Eddie replied as he sat down next to you with his own plate in hand. Your head fell into your hands with a loud groan. "Fuck...", you mumbled after a while. "It's no offence to you, but I really don't want to have a child with someone I'm not dating."

"I mean, we could."

Your head shot up at his words. To him, you looked like a deer in headlights. "You're serious?" The stammer in your voice was clear, but Eddie didn't know how to interpret it. But now that you two have gone this far already, nothing he would say now could make it worse. "I've liked you for a while now. I really, really like you. And I wouldn't be opposed to being your boyfriend."

Those words were music to your ears. What a great day, despite the hangover. "As much as this goes against any client-artist ethics I have, I like you in that way as well.", you said with a big grin. It lit up the room, so much that your eyebags and residue makeup weren't remotely visible anymore. "How about you take me to get a plan B, get my dogs and find somewhere to eat for lunch?"

Eddie started grinning at your suggestion. "Getting plan b and meeting the dogs sounds like boyfriend-girlfriend activities.", he said. You got down from the high stool, stood between his legs and wrapped your arms around his neck. "You know me more than most of my friends. I think we can skip the awkward 'what are we' phase."

Both of you leaned into a kiss, a sober one this time.

"Eddie?", you yelled from your bathroom. Hot Dog and Marly came running in with your boyfriend, hearing the nervous undertone. "Everything okay?", he asked before turning the corner and seeing a pregnancy test in your hands.

"I...don't think the plan B, uhm...worked.", you stammered.

[cantmakeyouloveme]

Have you ever thought about your funeral? if you're on Tumblr you probably have, so I suggest 1) you get some psychological help 2) pick a song for your friends to play at your funeral. Why? well, why not? it will be your last message to the world, so you have a chance to do something funny.

Don't be boring and play Highway to Hell by AC/DC or Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash, be original, choose something that represents your spirit. If you're not insane enough to listen to music and think "wow, this song would be inappropriate to play at a funeral" don't worry babe, I'm here for you and I'll help you on your way to discovering your ideal funeral song. This will work like astrology for those of us who had ask.fm in the 2010s.

So... if you're here you were probably emo or had an interest in emo or some kind of fetish idk. Don't lie. So you could use songs that are simply recognised as "emo" by all your guests to give a message. Bring Me To Life by Evanescene is a safe choice, although Going Under is another. It's never a bad time to listen to Fall Out Boy, there's Immortals or Sugar, We're Going Down. I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At The Disco would be good, although High Hopes is another option, but if your mother is already dead you can play Hey Look Ma, I Made It or if you die having just graduating college then Death of a Bachelor. Still with emo, My Chemical Romance can't not be an alternative: Welcome to the Black Parade, Dead!, This Is How I Disappear or Famous Last Words will prove your death because if you don't get up to sing you've really gone to the other side. You have Hard Times by Paramore too. Anthem of Our Dying Day or Until the Day I Die from Story Of The Year are bangers, think about it.

If you weren't emo or don't like emo stuff (I don't believe you, but don't worry I'm not going to drag you out of the emo closet with your family babygirl) you can joke about whether you will be buried or cremated, even more personalised!

Will they cremate you? Hot In Here by Nelly, Sean Paul's Temperature, Gasolina by Daddy Yankee, Dynamite by Taio Cruz, Burn by Ellie Goulding, Girl On Fire by Alicia Keys, Drop It Like It's Hot by Snoop Dog, Things We Lost In The Fire by Bastille, Blow by Kesha. And of course, Fireball by Pitbull. You're gon' boggie oogie oogie, jiggle, wiggle and dance like the roof on fire with these ones.

Will they bury you? Drag Me Down by One Direction or Get Low by Liam Payne and Zedd, The Box by Roddy Ricch, She Looks So Perfect by 5 Seconds Of Summer (you'll look stunning in that casket pookie), Six Feet Under by Billie Eilish, Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics, Scream & Shout by will.i.am and Britney Spears (all eyes will be on you, ofc) or Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd.

If not you can use any song used as an internet meme. Like Like a Prayer by Madonna, Goodbye by Bo Burnham, I Wouldn't Mind by He Is We (you can also ask your friends to make a video of your life -like a recap- titled it "saddest video in the world", full of made up stuff) or Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley.

You can also choose one based on the cause of death. Hit by a car? Life is a Highway by Rascal Flats (bonus points if you are a Cars fan), Ride by Twenty One Pilots, Shut Up And Drive by Rihanna. Run over by an hoverboard? Dumb Ways To Die by Tangerine Kitty (yes, the soundtrack to the video game) or Nobody's Perfect by Hannah Montana. Shot? Bulletproof by La Roux, Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar, Louis Tomlinson's Kill My Mind or Bon Jovi's Wanted Dead Or Alive. Suicide? Don't Try Suicide or Keep Yourself Alive by Queen, I Think I'm Going To Kill Myself by Elton John, Rock 'n' Roll Suicide by David Bowie, Van Halen's Jump. Trying to save someone from a robbery? Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson, Help! by The Beatles, Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio and the Avengers theme song by Alan Silvestri. Overdosed at a party? Ricky Martin's Livin' La Vida Loca, Ayesha Erotica's Literal Legend, Pitbull's Time Of Our Lives and LMFAO's Party Rock Anthem. Heart Attack? Demi Lovato and One Direction have a track called "Heart Attack" or Boom Clap by Charli xcx. Slashed to death? (I Just) Died In Your Gun Tonight by Cutting Crew. Eaten by a new Jeffrey Dahmer? Cannibal by Kesha. Or if you died young it could be Die Young by Kesha or We Are Young by fun.

If you like to be ironic the following are for you: Best Day Of My Life by American Authors, Stayin Alive by Bee Gees, I'm Still Standing by Elton John, I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor, Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham!, Don't Stop Me Now by Queen, Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You) by Kelly Clarkson, Every Breath You Take by The Police, breathin by Ariana Grande, Survivor by Destiny's Child, Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen (spoiler: they won't be able to call you unless its via ouija), Lush Life by Zara Larsson, My Heart Will Go On by Celiné Dion (bonus points if you drowned), So Happy I Could Die by Lady Gaga, About That Time by Lizzo, Wake Me Up by Avicii, Unstoppable by Sia, Safe And Sound by Capital Cities, When Will My Life Begin? by Mandy Moore (who doesn't love Tangled?), Rusted Root's Send Me On My Way, Take My Breath Away by Berlin, On My Own by Ross Lynch (Teen Beach Movie 2 representation here), I Don't Wanna Live Forever by Zayn and Taylor Swift, Kool & The Gang's Celebration, Alive by One Direction (bonus points if you're gay) or Viva La Vida by Coldplay.

Do you want your friends to feel like they're inside a sad edit? Somebody That I Used to Know by Goyte and Kimbra, Big Girls Don't Cry (Personal) by Fergie, The Show Must Go On by Queen, We Go Together by John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John, Katty Perry's The One That Got Away, Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) by Green Day, I'll Be There For You by The Rembrandts, Cry Me a River by Justin Timberlake, Die With A Smile by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga, Everybody Wants To Rule The Word by Tears For Fears. Or maybe you prefer to joke that you "abandoned" them: All You Had To Do Was Stay, Is It Over Now? or Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift, Want U Back by Cher Lloyd, Problem by Ariana Grande, bury a friend by Billie Eilish, Smash Mouth's All Star, Irreplaceable by Beyoncé, Naomi Scott's She's So Gone, Friends On The Other Side by Keith David (Tiana is the best Disney Princess), I'm Like a Bird by Nelly Furtado, Anna Kendrick's Cups (for the Pitch Perfect girlies), Take Me Home Country Roads but the Lana Del Rey version to make it more random, Eminem's Without Me, *NSYNC's Bye Bye Bye, Let It Go by Idina Menzel (extra points if you died of hypothymia).

Anyway, in any context it's funny to fuck with your guests with This Is What You Came For by Rihanna and Calvin Harris.

Would you like to play a chill good vibes song for them to smoke a joint in your name? Don't Worry Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin, Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles or Michael Bublé's Feeling Good. Have you ever heard the lyrics of Treat People With Kindness by Harry Styles? You should.

Do you like the idea of kidding with heaven/hell? try Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin, Hells Bells or Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be by AC/DC, Locked Out Of Heaven by Bruno Mars (bonus points if you're gay cause sex won't take you to paradise), all the good girls go the hell by Billie Eilish, What The Hell by Avril Lavigne, Sympathy For The Devil or Knockin' On Heaven's Door by Guns N' Roses, Bad To The Bone by George Thorogood & The Destroyers (you can play the scene from Megamind in the background if you want), Otherside by Red Hot Chili Peppers, Cage The Elephant's Ain't No Rest For The Wicked, Back To Life by Zayn, Heaven by Niall Horan, The Smiths' Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now, Made In Heaven or Spread Your Wings by Queen, George Michael's Faith, Heaven Is A Place On Earth by Belinda Carlisle, A Whole New World From Aladdin (you can use the original version or the Zayn one if you like 1D), Defying Gravity by Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande (to leave a message that you are defying gravity to those who ground you), Almost There by Anika Noni Rose (more The Princess and the Frog representation here). Even Europe's The Final Countdown can be a good bet, as can Hozier's Take Me To Church (again, bonus points if you're gay).

I've named songs from musicals as you may have noticed, and you might like them, so One Last Time from Hamilton, My Dead Gay Son from Heathers or The Whole "Being Dead" Thing from Beetlejuice might hit the spot.

Do you believe in reincarnation or do you want to screw people that you will haunt them by being a ghost/zombie? Oops!...I Did It Again by Britney Spears, There She Goes by The La's, Dark Horse by Katy Perry, Ghostbusters by Ray Parker Jr., Thriller by Michael Jackson or The Phantom Of The Opera main track by Andrew Lloyd Webber (because it gives vampire vibes).

If you're boring you'll probably end up choosing Live And Let Die by Wings because you like the idea of telling your loved ones "let me go", and although it's part of the soundtrack of several films including Shrek the Third (so passing the scene would be funny), why not choose the actual funny equivalent? I'm talking about Let It Grow from The Lorax. "But if this ever-changing world in which we're living makes you give in and cry say live and let die" and "Let's celebrate the world's rebirth we say let it grow" are exactly the same, in case you didn't notice.

And if none of this convinces you: you can always use Boulevard Of Broken Dreams by Green Day and carve in your casket "I never thought being obnoxious would get me where I am today" which is a quote by Billie Joe Armstrong. Or just play Another One Bites the Dust by Queen, or The Office's intro, whatever.

I know if you read to the end you liked the idea, didn't you, sweetheart? So remember that you are too hot and sexy to die, don't do it. Ever. Be immortal like Castiel. Or Godzilla, your choice.

[iminyourwallsbabe]

Alright it's been several months, it's time for me to do part 2 of the Meljay/Goldenforge analysis post a.k.a the "Why Jayce is a fucking bottom" post

It's time for..

Mel beating the disposable black gf allegations

Nah because that take actually pisses me off. First of all, it ignores so much of her character and just dumbs her down to a narrative push, and two, it's just not true??? Let's get into it

We don't get a lot of them in season 2, but the moments we do get with them mean so much. Starting with the beginning, I think there's something to be said about how in the wake of all the destruction, the first thing they pay any mind to is each other. This isn't to say they don't care about anyone else, I'm sure they do, but their priority is each other. And Viktor, of course. The second they kind of get their shit together after the explosion, that's who they look for.

Now, you could easily take this as a Meljayvik thing, and I would absolutely support you because I believe Jayce has two hands BUT this is a Meljay post, so we're gonna look at it from just that perspective.

This mixed with Mel saying "He'll come back to us" later on, further emphasizes their dedication to each other. All things considered, Viktor's life isn't really her problem. It never has been. Shit, she could have completely ignored Viktor from the jump, but because he's important to Jayce, he's important to her. Even if she doesn't personally feel that way (which for the record, I don't think is true. She absolutely cares about Viktor and didn't need to meet Jayce to do it but some people think otherwise). Being a part of Jayce's life and the "Hextech dream" means facing the challenges that come with it alongside him and Mel does that. Especially then, when he's at his lowest. His trust in her is justified.

After this point, they go on their little side quests and whatnot and I don't have too much to say about that. At least not in terms of them as a couple, as individuals there's a lot. It's cute that while he was off playing irl Dark Souls he hallucinated her though. Bro was tweaking out and still had his girl on his mind, that's lovely. ANYWAY, onto by far my favorite moment with them. Like out of everything, this stays in my mind rent free.

So once they're back together and catch up, they get into it a little bit. Jayce has survivor's guilt and he projects that onto Mel, which wasn't fair to either of them. Mel has a similar problem, she has no idea why this power she had wasn't used on someone who needed it most. She barely understands it now, even with the context she got. She could have saved Viktor and by extension the world, but *something* prevented it. Was it her? It's safe to say she might have thought so.

He later apologizes for that, and the conversation that follows is just GORGEOUS. Mel told him she feels like a passenger in her own life, that things were being dictated for her, even though she tried so hard to try and create a future for herself (Side note, this is where I got the idea that she envies Viktor's ambition. I talked about that in a Melvik post. Just thought I'd explain that). And then Jayce says the line that is constantly on loop in my head. "There is no force in the world that can control you."

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Like hello???? What a way to tell somebody you love them.

I say that because that right there encompasses the very fundamentals of their relationship. Jayce loved Mel because of her drive, her conviction, her precision, the way she stood up for not only her dreams but his as well. Nowhere in his time knowing her did he ever see her as someone who could be tamed or molded into something she didn't ask for. Remember how I said last time that Mel does almost everything on purpose? That it's all intentional? I think Jayce noticed that too. In his head, with all of that in mind, there's no way she could be a passenger.

Every time I think of this, I think back to season 1, when she asked him "Why did you come to me with this?" And he replied "Nothing feels impossible with you." It says to me that seeing her and the way she navigates life is motivational to him. He keeps going because she does. He keeps fighting back because in his mind, Mel would never let anything hold her back.

And if that isn't love, I don't know what is.

Romantic, platonic, I don't care what you call it but the fact that she is his reason to keep going is real love at it's finest. It both breaks and warms my heart to know that was the last thing he said directly to her before he died.

And it's why I'll never believe even for a second that Mel is the "disposable black girlfriend". To be honest, the only way she was disposed of was by the fandom. When y'all say she's "getting in the way", when y'all tear up her funko pop because you wanted something else, when y'all treat her like the fuckin anti-christ because you think she manipulated Jayce when that isn't even by far the worst thing anyone's done in this show. For fucks sake, Jayce killed a child and Viktor eradicated the human race! It's fine if you don't like her but keep that same energy, hold the same standards for everybody else. And for the love of god, stop calling her disposable.

Mel was never pushed aside for the sake of an endgame ship, not in canon at least. She was loved till the very end.

[mochinomnoms]

Mochi, mochi! Hear me out. I love the shrimpy-mer Yuu chronicles, and PTM, and just *kicks feet*

So, let's just imagine. Every relationship has its ups and downs right? Maybe our shrimp has an argument with their eels. Maybe one of the guys hurt their shrimpies feelings. Maybe it was a dumb fight. So Yuu needs a break and maybe some comforting.

If we're going octo poly they go and hang out with Azul. Lots of comfort cuddles in a cozy spot, wrapped up Azul's tentacles while he lets you vent.

Or .. what if you got the rest of the families(s) involved. We kind of can already tell the twins are spoiled by their parents, but I just picture in my mind that Shrimpy/Yuu is adored by the Leech parents, especially Mama leech. So you got Yuu hanging out with Mama or Papa and the next thing you know they're sharing stories about dumb fights they had when they were courting or giving advice dealing with their sons "oh yeah, one time I pissed her off when I was trying to court her so she bit me in the tail hard, still have the scar!" "Listen, give him the cutest pout possible and Floyd will crumble, trust me, he won't admit it but he's just like his dad when it comes to cute things."

or or! Let's get Mama or even Grandma Ashengrotto involved. What's Mama's best comforting method? Food of course! Sharing food is love under the sea after all. Mama Ashengrotto cooking up comfort food. She cooks so much(Yuu's so tiny, please eat!) Sends Yuu home with leftovers, but tells them no sharing with the twins until they apologized.

Grandma Ashengrotto! If I remember correctly she's good at magic/potions and was teaching Azul when he was younger. So Yuu ends up hanging out with grandma. Hugging one of her tentacles as she's working something in the cauldron. Maybe grandma's got some sass(I love me some sassy old lady), "You know, I could send you home with a couple potions. Lot easier to handle a mer if he's the size of your palm..." "Nana no!" "I'm just saying!"

Ah they're so cute too! I think that the boys are each mama's boys and have always been attached to their hips. Mama Leech has been repeatedly referred to as a worrywart, checking in on her boys nearly daily (?) to make sure they're safe. And while we haven't heard as much about Mama Ashengrotto, Azul has mentioned having a close relationship to her, so it's safe to assume they're pretty attached. They're stark defenders of their boys.

They're also fairly aware of what their sons can be like, and are quick to coddle you over them. It's quite sweet, their sons think, until they realize that Mama is showing just a bit of favoritism and telling you all the ways to make him melt into your arms again. Ah, but can they really be mad when their spouse is fitting into their family so well? Plus, they can never really stay mad at you for long for silly arguments, you just too cute sometimes!

[lateatnewyork]

Can you do prompt #2 of the angst list? With Azriel. Maybe reader (his mate) is tired of everything cause she see him with Elaine.

Opposite

Part 1 | Part 2

Azriel x Reader, Cassian x Best friend!reader, Eris x sister!reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, cheating, elain slander

Summary: Azriel has started to hang out more with a certain Archeron sister.

Prompts: "Just let me go. Please, I want to leave.”

a/n: the first draft got deleted 😭go stream opposite by sabrina carpenter 😝

My mate, my husband, my love doesn't love me anymore. It's so painfully obvious that Elain is in love with him the way she clings to him like a leech. At first I thought it was one sided. But as the days go on, it's as if Azriel returns her feelings.

I wanted him to help her, it would help get his mind of other things but how I regret that.

Why does he love her? Why am I not enough?

Elain is beautiful, a kind of beautiful I could never be. Her pale skin a contrast to my tanned skin, she was slender while I was toned. Bright blue eyes to my muddy brown eyes. Soft fingers to my calloused hands.

I compared myself to her every single day, I tried becoming like her but what was the point, he doesn't even notice me anymore.

Their interactions cut through me like a knife. The way he smiles around her. I made him smile like that first. Why does he look so happy with her?

I tried everything, making his favourite food, waiting for him. But of course he didn't care, I still had hope though. Because he still kissed me goodnight, even though he smelt like her. He still told me I love you even though he stayed at hers the whole day. I miss my Azriel.

I had gotten closer to Nesta and Feyre, both of them unknowingly distracting me. I looked forward to the days I painted with Feyre or when I read a book with Nesta.

Finally reaching me and Azriel's shared apartment, I face palmed myself when I realised that I had forgotten the book Nesta recommended at River House. Hurrying I went back to the house. I opened the door and sighed in relief when I saw the book sitting on the table. Grabbing it, I'm about to leave when I hear giggles.

It couldn't be.

I walked to the garden. Yes it could. I gasped when I saw him kissing her. The pain it felt like a thousand daggers being stabbed in me. My heart ached at the sight in front of me.

"You look beautiful my love," Azriel said as he kissed my hand. I giggled.

Was it all a lie? When he said I'm beautiful was he lying to me?

"That's a really pretty picture, Azriel," Elain says. Jealousy hits me like a truck when I see he's drawing her.

He always drew me not Elain.

Azriel smiled to Elain while he placed a flower in her hair.

She looks nothing like me so why does he look so happy?

My thoughts run wild as I race out of the River House and to Madja's office. Knocking on the door, I open it and gasp as the pain becomes too much to bear, my heart feels as if it's being ripped out of my chest and my knees crumple under me. "He cheated on me,". With that black dots fill my vision and I collapse on the floor. I can hear frantic voices faintly in the back of my head.

There's a dull ache in my heart, I can feel pressure on my hand and a soft hum of chatter around me. My eyes flutter open, and I wince as the bright light floods my vision. I gaze around the room my eyes narrowing when I land on Elain and Azriel, "Get out," I whisper.

They both gape at me in shock. "I said 'Get out'" I say louder, my voice sore from crying.

"What, why?" Azriel stares at me dumbfounded. "Don't play dumb with me Azriel, I saw you kissing," I say sharply.

"My love it was a-" I cut off his stupid excuse, "Shut up Azriel, we're over get out," I close my eyes, in case I start crying again.

"Elain, do you need a special fucking invitation?" Cassian bites out. I hear a pair of footsteps scurry out of the room.

"I think I need some time," I breathe out. The pressure on my hand leaves and I open my eyes. "Cass can you stay? please" I say my lip wobbling. I see Nesta give a small nod to Cassian and her and Feyre hug me.

I reprimand myself when tears slip out but only freely escape when the door shuts.

"I went back for my book and saw them," I explain, Cassian pulls me into his chest and lets me cry.

I don't know how long I cry in that hospital bed with Cassian by my side. But after a while I finally have the courage to say "I'm gonna go visit my brothers for a while,". He only nods in understanding.

After a restless sleep I'm discharged by Madja, and I head to me and Azriel's apartment. Seeing him asleep on the couch, I tiptoe to our bedroom grab my stuff and just as I'm about to leave the house, Azriel is behind me and he says "So you're leaving just like that?" he grabs my wrist so I can't open the door.

"Just let me go. Please let me leave," I breathe out, my heart breaking.

a/n: lemme know if u want the part two, cos i dont like angst without happy ending 😭

[scrubbinn]

Mimic HRT: month 23 “Alone with myself”

“This is a dumb idea. The day after Erian gives up with his mimic research, you decide to resort to the worst possible option. There's so many other options we could try.”

“Oh, so now you show up in my head. Of course you're only here to attack me. Why should I expect anything different? It's just magic. We're inexperienced but the book can guide us. If you want to help then you can stay, otherwise I don't want to hear a single thing out of you.”

“You can't call this magic. This is so much worse. Look, I'm here to make sure you're going to be ok, I'm here to talk when you need it.”

“Well I don't need to talk to anyone right now. So go away. I need to concentrate.”

“And what would she think?”

“Leave!”

“Ms.Mulberry, You’ve been in your office for a while now. Is everything alright? You seem to have locked the door, and barred it considering the master key is doing nothing. I understand if you’re having trouble with your panic attacks. It’s the only reason I gave you this place. I just need the recording on Mimic behavior. The full recording, not the edited draft this time.”

“Sorry Theo, I, uh, yeah I’m kind of busy at the moment. I left the recorder in your desk drawer, the one with all the candy. By the way, you know you’re not at that age where you can be so casual with your teeth, right? Maybe get that sweet tooth pulled instead? Anyway, I’ll be busy for a while so I could use some space.”

“Right… Well your unneeded chastising aside and your odd hiding of your recorders around my office, I’ll take a look. Please don’t take more than 15 minutes. We have several important clients coming in soon and I need you at the front desk on your best behavior.”

“What happened to Jacob?”

“He was fired after he screamed at a dragon walking into the clinic on three separate occasions. Look I would appreciate not having a conversation with a door, will you open up or not?”

“Busy right now, like I said. Just. Go away for now. Like an hour?”

“You have 10 minutes. Harumph. I will be in my own office with the door not barred and I will be listening to your findings, they better be worthwhile.”

* * *

“Mayday! Mayday!? You open this door this instant!!” Listen to me right now! I know you have that book from Thayer library in there! Do not use it! Mayday, you will not use that book or you’ll wish all that happened today is me breaking down this door!”

“Leave Theo, I’m not stopping now. There were no concrete answers anywhere until this book found its way to me. If science won’t show me my origins, then the only answer I have left is magic. Now be quiet. I need to make sure the ritual circle is perfect. I can’t afford to mess up a single line. You said you had some clients, right? Go tend to them, I’ll be fine.”

“You most certainly won’t be! This isn’t magic, Mayday! This is something far more dangerous! Not to mention it could cause the ethics board to take away my license if they found out something like this happened here! I'm calling the fire department, I'll be taking the damages out of your paycheck!”

“Of course that’s what you’re worried about. Now hush already… The protection circle goes here, I think there’s just enough salt to finish the rest of these sigils…”

“Why are you even doing this here of all places!? Do you seriously just want to get me in trouble when this childish impatience blows up in your face? 

Wait. Why are you doing this here? This is the only place where I could interfere with you… You’re worried what she’d say if she knew what you were doing. It’s easier for me to hate you, isn’t it.”

“...Don’t bring up Abigail. She wouldn't get it. Neither of you would. It's so clear you've hit a dead end. You just found some random substances in your office and decided that, in your oh so infinite wisdom, this, this right here. This is what should go in a person's medicine. I'd ask what you'd have done if it didn't kill me, but I've actually seen how many people have nearly choked on your experiments. It's your fault I'm a mimic, I never asked for this. I wanted to be a slime! I still do. Now I'm this thing that can only fake it. I was so close, I was so, so close. And now it's gone forever. I am the only mimic in existence. I am alone, and I can't convey to anyone how scared that makes me.”

“You're worried Ms.Abigail could talk you out of this, aren't you.”

“The ritual is nearly complete. Please leave the building, Theo. I can't call you a friend, but you're like the definition of Stockholm syndrome. I don't want to see you hurt.”

“You open this door this instant you little ungrateful stain of a-

“Theo?... He's… gone? Oh the summoning circle! Ok everything looks fine. Protection ring, spell ring, candles.. have blown out. It's pitch black outside. I think I should close the blinds. Though I doubt it'll stop whatever's out there from getting in. Ok, focus, you're in this deep, what's a few more miles. All you need to do is read the next part. Heh, hehehahaha! I… why can’t I read these words? It's my nerves, I’ll bet. I don’t want to think if it could be something else. Let’s just get this over with, read the passage, figure out the rest later. Iɟ I ʍɐᴉʇ ʇoo louƃ I pou,ʇ ʞuoʍ ʍɥɐʇ ʍᴉll ɥɐddǝu…

I think my reality is starting to break. Oʞ lǝʇ,s qǝƃᴉu.”

“HⱯⱯⱯꓵ ҼODOʁHꓕ IⱯ,Է BEҼ,Γ-EE,H HꓕOHꓕOƧ-ҼO⅄ 'HⱯҼИ,ҼИ,IⱯ,⅄!”

“Are you there?”

…

“Oh, oh stars it worked. Hello… I am Mayday Mulberry. I've summoned you to-

…

“Of course, how rude of me. Then does that mean you know? You know what I am, and where mimics come from?” I beg of you to impart this knowledge onto me. I must know my kind and their history. Are there others out there like me?”

…

“I… I'm sorry for summoning you, but I had no other choice. I- what do you mean I'm stagnant? No, I'm still changing, I’m a mimic! We’re the definition of changing.”

…

“I. I don't believe you! You're wrong! Just shut up! Just tell me what I want to know! I summoned you! I'm the one in control here!”

…You are an insect, a being, trying at something it is not. You who expect mere shapes to impress and salt to keep you safe. You fumble in ignorance. You crave the isolation that you fear so much. If you wish for knowledge, You will have knowledge. This stagnant thing before me. It pretends to change in vain displays of approval. Revolting.

… ..! …….!!

You will not speak. This ingredient you wish to know. This thing that makes you mimic. It is nothing. The entirety of nothing. The concept to not exist, so that you may be anything. You should not be physical, but only existing blissfully as the thoughts of others pass through you. And forget you. Mortals think, and you mimic. You are the accident of yourself. A concept that formed its own existence. The byproduct of which was found by a paradoxically curiously incurious mortal who knows its place in the cosmic scale. Unlike you, stagnant thing. I will teach you. You will mimic.

* * *

Where am I? I can’t speak. I can’t see. I can barely keep a single thought, it disappears

       the second I stop thinking about it. There’s no sensation. Am I dead? Could I even be considered dead? Self, think of a self and try to form an idea and then it will work. I need arms, I don’t have arms. Can I form an arms? Wait… what is an arms? I don’t remember. Legs? No, I've never heard of those. What’s a self? No, I know what a self is because I am a self. I think… hard to think.   How do you think again? Can you do that in this reality?

Mɥɐʇ ǝʌǝu ᴉs ɹǝɐlᴉʇʎ ɐuʎɯoɹǝ?

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did I  a

just melt m

into myself? e

Do I still have a 

self? I can’t even 

remember anything 

about myself. I am a 

mimic. My name is. Oh, 

I don’t know it anymore… 

I think that would be scary, 

but I don’t know how to be 

scared anymore. Was this 

supposed to teach me? To 

be ever changing. Why did 

I do this again? To learn who 

I am? Did I not have a self 

before? Why did I need to 

know?... I was lonely. Right?

It was so lonely. 

I remember being 

so incredibly tired. 

Sometimes I would 

just cry from how 

bad it got. I had to 

be seen. To be 

known. I had to 

be. Or else I. Or 

else I… I don’t 

remember. 

What shape am I 

now? Something 

called a knife? 

What is that?

I was just something wasn’t I? I was a past memory. I don’t remember it anymore. It wasn’t a good one. Should I forget it? But if I do then I won't remember anything ever again. Eternity with a bad memory. It feels fitting for some reason. I should figure a way out. I want to leave.

Every thought takes so long to form.

If I stay here any longer I won’t be able to leave. I need to think. I was talking with someone before I came here. I know they’re here because they've always been here. Because where else could they be? Because… where are you?

There you are! Here I am. 

Who are you? I'm you!

Can you please explain? I’m someone to talk to.

I see. Like an imaginary friend? No, I’m very much real.

Could we talk normally? Yes we can, and it’s no problem.

I’m… Mayday, being able to talk with someone helps focus my mind. I feel like I can actually think straight. How long has it been since we came here?

I think it’s been about… 20 years? I have zero frame of reference. But at least we can finally communicate easily. Imagine if it took us 20 years in the real world. That would suck! But seriously, we really should talk now. I think it’ll be important. Oh right, where are my manners. My name is. Well. Mayday doesn’t really work for me. We can figure out a different one later. Let’s just pick something at random for now. Something like, how about laborer?

Are you sure you want to go with a name like that? Well I guess it’s temporary. So I have a lot of questions. How are you me? Are you the voice in my head? Were you always a part of me, or are you some mimic brain thing?

Woah, Woah, slow down. One thing at a time. How do I answer everything? No, I've been in here long before you. Yes I'm the one who's been able to talk to you, and before you ask, I'm not some ghost of Mayday's former self. I'm just… Someone who works here.

Cryptic. Maybe you should start from the beginning? I'd rather not test if Getting a headache without a head is possible.

Really? You want to start a self therapy session out here in the void? Alright. I’m game. Well you spent the last decade here feeling isolated. I’m sure it felt longer, that’s what happens when you get trapped in a place without time, I guess. Anyways, you don’t remember, but I used to be you. Before we even knew who we actually were, and that was the problem. We didn’t know what was wrong with us, but we knew we weren’t, ugh, normal. Normal in boring people’s eyes. But, it was isolating, we removed ourself from people who didn’t understand, and it isolated us even more.

So you’re saying I went crazy because we never connected to anyone? Why are you only showing up now anyways?

First of all, we’re not crazy. I’d bite anyone who’d call us crazy for that. Secondly, I've only been able to reach you since you started feeling like your true self.

Pretty sure I screwed that up becoming a mimic instead of a slime.

Oh, no, I wanted to be a slime, you were the one who wanted to be a mimic.

Huh? I guess I didn't hate being a mimic exactly. So all this happened because I, er, we felt isolated. Is that really true?

  Loneliness is more traumatic than you’d think. When it was just me, it got to the point that… I couldn’t think of anything else but… no, don't worry about it. Since you stopped me before I could do something stupid, you took over, and you started talking to people. It helped, it got us to where we met others like us.

But it didn’t help. I still feel lonely. I can feel it, you know. There’s other mimics around us here. They’re all here and I still feel lonely.

Yeah, dummy. We don’t know how to feel any other way. We need to unlearn it. Otherwise nothing is going to change.

… Hey um, laborer, ugh awful name. We'll pick something better, I wanted to say I'm sorry, for getting us stuck here for all eternity. I was supposed to be the one who stopped us from feeling this way and I ended up digging us into a deeper hole, at least we have each other, and the trillions of mimics that surround us.

You did your best. Hey, let's try doing something. Look down. You can see Erian right? This is him two years ago. We’re mimicking his thoughts right now. I think normally we would just munch on his stray thoughts. But being physical we could do something fun with what’s left of our body. Check it out.

What did you just do? Did you just. We're the one who left that ingredient for Erian to use. So we created ourself on accident. Oh stars, the ingredient was our own decayed body, I think I'm going to be sick. Wait, isn't this like a time paradox?

Paradoxes aren't real, humans just haven't figured out the physics of time yet. This is a teachable moment. We're going to get out of here. We're going to find a tear in the void and walk out of it. Since time doesn't exist, our perception of it becomes reality. A century becomes a blink, we just need to find the point where we escape to the correct time and go there.

I understood basically none of it but you’re saying we can go back, right? Then I’ll try whatever nonsense you tell me. Hey laborer, will we be able to talk when we get back? Laborer? Hey! Are you there?!

“Ms.Mulberry? Mayday! Mayday! Are you finally awake? Mayday, can you hear me?!”

Theo? H-how long was I gone?

“Mayday! You have so much to answer for! Pull yourself together already!”

Huh? Can he not hear me? Oh, right, I forgot how to make a mouth. No, that’s not a mouth, that's just teeth. Teeth and eyes. Is that all I can remember? No… Teeth, eyes, and knowing, I just know. I know what he’s saying, that he knows what I am, and he doesn’t understand. It felt like it was years. No wonder I can’t remember how to move a body.

All of my memories are flooding back… Except the old ones. I don’t remember my time there. Just that it was horrific, and that I’ll miss it. I was connected to my kind for just a brief moment of eternity. I think I met someone there, and I wanted to say goodbye to everyone before I disappeared. I don’t think I’ll ever get back now. What do I even do? Therapy I guess. Oh, Erian is still talking. Maybe it’s important.

“I swear, you just do things with no regard! You could have seriously endangered my life, and the livelihood of everyone who comes to this clinic! Do you ever think about others? You better have a good explanation, and more importantly answers to our research if you ever want the chance of me forgiving you. You arrogant, ignorant, self-obsessed, blah, blah blah blah…”

Yep. Nothing important. Whatever. Stars, I’m bored. I want to hang out with Aria again, I want to see how Sandy is doing, I want to make sure Alexis is ok, I want to be able to hold Abi again. Maybe I should host a party. It’d be nice to be around others.

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𝙈𝙮 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙏𝙎𝙎𝙈 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙒. 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙃𝘾𝙨 (𝙛𝙩. 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧/𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙖/𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙒. 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚)

[✖] Warning: LENGTHY headcanon, Mentions of animal death, familial death, quite a bit of angst, this is probably just a fat list of hcs on his life BEFORE being Montana or Shocker ✉ A/N: HUGE emphasis on the "MY" everybody. These are just random HCs I've rounded up and accumulated while writing personal oc x canon slop. You are free to interpret the guy however you'd like, but this is just how I depict him.

•----------• pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

► Now Playing: Lord Huron - Who Laughs Last

𐚁 Formerly, past his reputation now for what he is. I'd like to think he used to work on a ranch somewhere, whether it was for someone else or his own.

𐚁 He probably met Ox and Fancy Dan prior to the gig too that way, before the big opportunity came in working in the city. (I'd also like to think they're actually close friends and more than just coworkers)

𐚁 Speaking of that "opportunity", it was probably brought up to him first through Fancy Dan or some other big shot than him actively looking for it.

𐚁 He gives me the vibe of a man who enjoys the labor of his work, and especially the rewards so long as it keeps him afloat. Not ENTIRELY ambitious or hungry to get as much as he can whether that's power, a social reputation, or whatever. He's just happy if he gets paid, and he enjoys his work. (I can't help but giggle everytime I think abt the last reblog I got with someone saying he just wants a 401k and health insurance)

𐚁 I think about his phrase, in Probable Cause (season 2, ep. 9)

"Never did like to see a poor, dumb animal suffer..."

—a lot actually, and maybe it was just something said to sound cool but... Maybe I'd also would have liked to imagine that Montana did have an animal companion before too, a long time ago. Maybe it was his first horse or even a herding dog that belonged to the farm rather than to him that he couldn't help but bond with, even just the smallest bit. Just something other than a human that meant a lot to him that he couldn't personally handle getting tortured from an ailment too pricy to afford a cure for (at the time), or simply the effects of time passing that's worn them down. It was probably his first cruel lesson about responsibility, so he took it upon himself to put his own beasts to sleep (looking back at Old Yeller for this, that book hurt younger me like HELL), and maybe it's why he's also so adamant about the subject.

(He's a villain, of course, but I don't think it's that wrong to still remember he was human, still is sometimes.)

𐚁 While we're still riding a bit more about his past. I'd also imagine that he probably did have a family (no, duh) but, he also doesn't really feel too attached enough to his family to talk about them much. It's not to say that he didn't like his family or hate them to high hell. He just... Doesn't really talk about them much at all. It kind of gets awkward for him to talk about them when the spotlight finally hits on him, and it's not out of a place of malice. He just doesn't have a lot to talk on, no defining experiences, just... Folks that were there. He certainly looks back on a few memories a couple times but, there's only so few he can fish out to think fondly back on.

𐚁 He probably had a mother, she was there but just enough to be the simple role of a caretaker, not too doting, not too loving but just. There. She meant enough to him to drop by flowers for at least, and taught him a few rights and wrongs.

𐚁 He probably had a brother, one that he ended up causing a lot of trouble with when they were young, got into a few scraps with, and was his "other half"— in the way that they went down the same path as Montana did when they got older, just... Didn't end up as lucky as he did in this line of work.

𐚁 He probably had a dad too, but one that didn't plan on staying too long in his life. Just simply a man who taught him a few things, and someone who made his impact on Jackson more harshly than intended before disappearing altogether. Maybe that was the only form of tough love he ever got from his old man, but hey, at least some of his lessons still live on in Montana, especially the insistence on responsibilities.

𐚁 He probably still thinks of his old man as a hypocrite for leaving the family and abandoning his responsibilities. Gives him more of an incentive to carry on the words though (especially when his own blood refused to).

𐚁 Moving past all of that, he certainly picked up a lot of things in his life before becoming an Enforcer, back when he was still out as a ranch hand.

𐚁 One thing he picked up on his own is... Sewing. He's definitely learnt to patch up his own clothes a few times, and fix other cloth material. He's gotten better at handling the needle and thread as he's gotten older.

𐚁 Really good with his hands, and extremely crafty (HE MADE A WHOLE ROPE IN PRISON with his bedsheets-), whether that's making a makeshift tool, weapon, or anything else out of scrap or what-not. He is a creative individual, not so much artistic in what he makes but as long as it is efficient and works. No complaints.

𐚁 He'd actually be pretty decent at origami, given a tutorial and a few instructions or two, but don't expect anything too over the top.

𐚁 Among other things and the expansion on being "good with his hands", Montana is also very versatile and self-sufficient. He's picked up a lot of things throughout his time so he at the very least knows, basic medical aid (along with know-how on stitches), repairing/tinkering (before: it was mainly regards to vehicles, light machinery, but now it also applies to adjusting his own equipment/tech when donning the Shocker suit), a bit of cooking, fixing things, making things... And for stuff he picked up outside the city. He knows how to hunt things, preferably with a rifle, and maybe fish too. That's mostly the broader things of what he knows.

𐚁 He's a jack of all trades, master of none type of guy, but general point? Very reliable nonetheless.

𐚁 He also has this stubbornness in him that expands to certain things he has in inventory. If something is quite literally unable to be repaired, fixed, or kept together, that—is when he'll finally get something replaced. Other than that, if said object still has some fighting chance. He is going to force that thing to stay together until its dying breath.

𐚁 If it's too much work sometimes or if he’s prodded enough about it, he'll eventually just cave in and buy something to replace it (this will reflect on his personal owning of cheap furniture around his home).

𐚁 Not a huge cat guy, but he's definitely been in the company of at least one barn cat or two. Doesn’t hate them, pretty neutral about cats given that he’s both experienced the natures of how gentle and affectionate they can be—while also facing a few scratches and nicks to the hand for unintentionally pushing the boundaries (some of those scars still actually exist on his hand somewhere beneath all the rough and callousness).

𐚁 …adding on further, this guy also definitely fell for the idea that it’s a sign that it’s always okay petting a cat when its belly is exposed to you (that “okay” has now been reduced to “not at all/sometimes” in his head).

[nithyaxx]

"Why are you friends with her? All she does is stand around like a ghost awaiting rescue. And of course, it had to be me. She walks up like it's something out of a drama and says she likes me. The fact that it's like that must somehow change things. I'm not one to go around and telling people how they should react; besides, "no" was what I told her. What did she expect? That I'd just say yes and suddenly everything in her life would be fine? That's one pretty high bar to set, I have to say; it's really rather confusing. I'm not responsible for her, I'm not here to fix anyone. She always acts as if she's the only one who suffers. Like her problems are some kind of deep mystery and that we're obliged to care, but being around her feels like drowning. I can hardly breathe when she's close by, it's as if all that sadness just clings to her. I can't see how both Nithya and you deal with it. She's a target, everyone talks about her, and I'm not gonna let myself get dragged down into that. So yeah, I shut her down. said what I had to say. So at this point just stop lying to yourselves and tell her she's annoying already."

'You know, you could've just said 'No, I'm so sorry but we can stay friends!' but your insecure little ass decided to fucking name call her and bully her, do you know how much that screams 'Oh look at me, I'm insecure!' or are you just so fucking dumb that your brain decided to eat itself?' 'Are you that fucking dense, Maple? Is your life so sad that you have to ruin other people? You're fucking pathetic, so are your little friends.'

[itjazzbicch]

Biker Prince Charming

Pairing:  Shinichiro Sano x GangLeader!Fem Reader 

First time writing for Shinichiro, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: After high school, the reader creates her own gang to create a statement and makes a big name for the gang, and when her crew crosses paths with Shiniciro's gang, she reveals to Shinichiro that she is the leader, making him wonder and need to know how she changed and wants to fix it...

Warnings:  Swearing, mentions of past bullying, depression implied on the reader

Word Count: 1.2k 

"You just wait, you suckers! Our boss will be here any second!"

The only thing that my first division captain told me was that someone crossed into our territory, her vice-captain gave them a beating, and one of them escaped to get back up.

It wasn't like we were newbies around town, so only an idiot would come over to our side in the city.

"Listen, I'm not the kind of guy to fight girls," That voice. Shinichiro. "I just want to talk to your boss and work this out. Alright? Who is your boss, anyhow?"

Excessive bullying led me to create a gang full of girls to show these douchebag guys that we girls were strong too.

"Why, that would be me," Smiling at Shinichiro at the top of some steps in the alley, he was astonished.

We were childhood friends, and I understood why he was so shocked. Shinichiro knew how timid I once was, standing up to people who bullied me, always trying to make me smile. There was no denying that we had a strong friendship.

"Shinichiro, I had no idea this was their territory!" That guy that my girls took down looked like gangs were new to him.

"Bet you know now, huh?" One of my girls laughed at him, kicking some dirt at him, but stood straight at the sound of my command:

"Cut it out. Now."

Everyone in the alley stayed silent, eyes on me while I stood next to the street sign by the stairs with our emblem spray painted on it.

"See that, rookie?" Talking to the beaten-up guy on the ground, he watched me, learning and understanding, "That's our emblem. You see this somewhere? Get the hell out. Almost every gang around here will beat the crap out of you just for crossing territories."

He only nodded, scurrying away from my gang, hiding behind Shinichiro, who was still staring at me in disbelief.

"I'm fine with letting this go, Shinichiro, but it won't happen again," So much for Shinichiro wanting to talk to me, walking up the steps, not bothering to look, I commanded to my gang, "And girls, we'll discuss this tomorrow. I don't want to hear about any other bullshit tonight."

"Yes, Boss!' They all acknowledged and then parted ways.

I took my time up the stairs, pausing when I heard footsteps behind me.

"We still need to talk, Y/N."

Now, Shinichiro wanted to talk since everyone was gone. Of course.

"Then talk," I spat, not even bothering to look at him.

"What happened to you?" He couldn't get over the fact that what he was seeing from me was reality, "You're the Leader of that crazy chick gang? Really?"

"No shit. You just saw," Turning my head and beaming an eye at him, I lost my patience a long time ago, continuing to be straightforward, "So, if you want to talk, talk."

It was evident that he needed some time to process what just happened, thinking quickly and then offering:

"Meet me at our spot, and we can talk in a bit? I need a second. I can't believe this shit."

That made me laugh, finishing my walk up the stairs:

"You're not the first to say that to me. We're not kids anymore, Shinichiro. A lot has changed, but it's whatever. I'll see you later."

With my motorcycle at the top of the stairs, I kept laughing at him. He looked dumb standing there so puzzled, making my bike roar before I took off.

Shinichiro and I used to hang out when we could under a bridge on the far side of the city. I liked to go at night because you could see the shoreline from there and the sunsets were always beautiful.

Sure enough, when sunset rolled around, I drove over and found Shinichiro putting out his kickstand:

"Perfect timing, huh?"

"I guess so," I sighed, parking and slouching back on my bike, "So, you finally gonna speak your mind now that it's just us."

"Yeah," He murmured, still thinking and admitting, "I think it's pretty cool that there's a gang full of girls out here kicking ass. Talk about girl power."

"Your buddy learned that pretty well today," I laughed softly, explaining, "Some of my girls are crazy."

"I saw," Feeling his eyes on me, I knew he would start asking questions and spark a long talk, "But you know none of my guys would hit a girl. Why do you guys go and-"

"Don't even," I snapped, sitting up and glaring at him, "We don't just go and start fights with everyone we see. As Leader, I will admit my girls thought it'd be fun to pick on some dummy today. But you saw how they instantly shut up and stayed still when I told them to. Didn't you?"

Nodding to answer my question, I continued to show how I ran things in my gang:

"They did it because they knew they messed up, and I don't mess-ups. I'm ripping them a new one tomorrow at our meeting. You need to realize I'm not to be pushed. So, if you're trying to push my buttons, leave."

"No, Y/N," Turning to me, there was hurt in his voice, leaning to me and reminiscing, "What happened to the sweet girl that I knew?"

"She died," I said with no emotion, staring back into his eyes, "She's gone."

"Naw," Shaking his head, determination in his voice, "I can bring her back to life."

I wasn't ready to tell him why I felt I died inside and drastically changed, throwing another smart remark, "Yeah, right. Good luck with that."

"Think I won't try?" He always had good intentions and was trying to help, being bold by guiding me off my bike, keeping an arm around me, "I'm cool with being your knight in a leather jacket who rides a motorcycle."

I couldn't stand the charm he had, how cute his smile was, it almost made me fall, but I caught myself, straightening my posture, whispering dominantly:

"I don't need a knight when I don't need to be saved. You're making me think you're jealous because we both know no one would stop talking about you if you picked me up."

"I'd give up my whole gang just to save you and have you," Shinichiro's words took me aback because he wasn't a liar, needing my all to hide my emotions as his came out, "I can see it in your eyes. I can see the hurt. You know you have me, don't you?"

"I told you," Having to turn away, I got back on my bike, starting the engine, "People change. You think I need saved? I only realized who I really am."

"Come on, Y/N," My words hurt him, going to say more till I reached in my pocket, wrote on a small piece of paper on top of my thigh, then handed it to him.

"Look, I'm not completely heartless," I sighed, looking away while handing him my number, "There's my new number. Maybe we can hang out sometime, but no more, biker prince charming, shit."

That managed to put a smile on his face as he accepted it, getting on his bike too, trying to spend some more time together:

"A least go for a ride with me before you go? We can even race if you think you can."

He was a bit confused as to why I was laughing like a psycho, not knowing the power my bike had, having to tease him again as I blasted off, screaming at him:

"You don't stand a chance against the boss, pretty boy!' 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome. 

[saltminerising]

personally my problem with the moderation rn and the response to that thread is that they are overly friendly to their community (which isnt inherently a bad thing hear me out). They're people doing their jobs first and foremost and they all seem like good people so no one read this in the worst way possible i mean this in the most kind hearted way one can, but i think being overly playful with your community and acting like you can see us eye to eye on everything while also being in positions of power is like, just slightly iffy. it leaves room for a power dynamic to form (and i am not implying there is one but this is where they've started in other communities historically!) Of course they have a right to joke and laugh and post in the forms with us and that's all well and good but, like, when they get too comfortable with this being something other than Their Job, we get shit like dropping a dictionary to politely tell someone off, which is kind of inappropriate for someone in a position of power to do at best, and condescending at worst; and people saying "well its her job" or being like "well shes allowed to because shes staff" is part of why i am worried about a power dynamic becoming an issue. I also think the reactions people have to when mods post in threads comes off in ways that are slightly uncomfortable and prove the point of this. the mods are no threat but what's stopping them from overstepping boundaries if we dont hold them accountable for inapropriate behavior (again, not necessarily about the dictionary thing this is just an In general , this type of behavior could lead to xyz if we dont communicate about it thing to me. It's why you dont become friends with teachers or therapists!!!!) I'm not saying fr or the mods will ever have this become a problem but i have been in spaces with moderation better than fr, worse than fr, and this kind of "we're your friends! we're just like you!" with staff has ALWAYS destroyed said communities inside out, even in professional spaces. Work relationships should stay work relationships and some of this seems slightly parasocial, for lack of a better word. Being said i hope the vibe stays the way it is but i do think some of this should be reevaluated by staff to understand what appropriate community interaction is and isnt because in every professional space ive been in this would not be considered appropriate behavior (even if it doesnt matter at the end of the day in this specific scenario it does open the door for actual issues to arise..) i want this kind of stuff to STAY the petty silly "mod dropped a dictionary link thats sooo silly and dumb and etc and whatever i think about it" kind of discourse and not "This mod got to say this about someone bc theyre overly comfortable with their community and the implication was severely bad but everyone defended them because they're a mod/We cant really tell them off for saying that because theyre in a position of power" situation. that's basically my entire point i apologize for that yap session just to get to this. The mods are great though. They don't get enough credit and i get shit's rough on their side and ppl are always like "this is frs problem!! fix it!!!" (even when it does need urgent fixing it comes off as rude!) at them. They do have issues to fix and to me this is one of them but this is in no way a knock at them either. i hope it gets better for players and staff and this is a nothing issue compared to what rly needs to get fixed tbh.

[livwritesstuf]

Slasher!gambit Au Part one

we have been inspired by a friend and I remembered this au existed so now we're gonna write about it!

It was a hot and humid summer night in New Orleans, for Eliza, it was the perfect time to steal from unsuspecting tourists. Though she was told to stay low and out of trouble from an incident, She wasn’t one to listen. ‘What’s the worst that could happen?’ She thought to herself. So she would just walk around and hide in the shadows. Meanwhile, a man named Cole, or better known as officer McKenny, was hiding his son inside his room, locking the door. No one could know that he had a disgusting creature for a kid. He didn’t even know how his son got to be like that. Him and his wife were never mutants, so how could he? It doesn’t matter. He has to put more of those freaks in prison, they shouldn’t be on this planet, and he’ll find a cure for his son. No one really knew this about officer McKenny, but he was known as one of the corrupt cops. Not by his colleagues, but by other law breakers. He gets paid handsomely for whatever the people want him to do. Hell, he's even killed for it. His known reputation caught a certain Cajun’s eye. Remy had always hated people like McKenny, killing innocent lives for money, not to mention the obvious prejudice he had against mutants. The World doesn't need More Coles around. He was snapped out of his thoughts By his Girlfriend Melanie. She was a wonderful woman, the most beautiful and kind-hearted person he knew, and he wouldn’t trade the world for her. He would do absolutely anything she asked, buy her the most extravagant things, even when she said she didn’t need it. “Mon Amour? You alright?” Remy would smile at his lover. “As good as ever Ma Chėre! Was jus’ lost in ma thoughts!” Melanie would chuckle and grin at him, holding his hand. “If you say so! We’re almost at the little bakery I told you about!” “well ah bet de baking isn’t as good as mine!” He add’s with a playful tone, making Melanie laugh more. “Of course not love, nothing beats your beignets!” With that final note they would end up at a little bakery on the corner of a street. Remy would open the door and do a little bow, making Melanie playfully slap his arm and walk inside. But both were met by a lady yelling at a boy with black hair, dark skin with vitiligo, and heterochromia. He looked annoyed at the consistent berating from the customer. “Ma’am I told you before, we don’t sell coffees…” The lady was about to say something else before Remy cleared his throat. “Der a problem here miss?” The lady would glare at him “There is! This dumb boy won’t sell me a simple latte! They’re a bakery! They should have coffee!” The boy would groan and hold the bridge of his nose, looking at them with an unamused expression. For a split second his pupils seemed to change. Must have been the trick of the light. “Mais… If dey don’ sell coffee den dey don’ sell it. Ah can’ see da problem” the lady would yell a bit and just stomp out. The boy would sigh and chuckle “sorry you had to see that folks, what can I get you?” Melanie smiled and walked closer to the counter. The bakery was small but cozy, with the lights casting a warm yellow glow over the comfy dark purple chairs and mahogany tables. There was even a little spot with a nook of books and soft plush pillows. “We’ll have some beignets and… oh! How about some strudels?” Remy laughs and nods “oui, sounds about right” The boy smiles. “I’ll get those right away for you!” He smiles as he goes to the back to grab them their baked goods. While the two were talking amongst themselves and waiting, Eliza would sneak in through a window in the back and slowly walk behind the counter, and grab as many things as she could. Remy would take notice and try to say something, but that was before the boy rushed in with a broom and cursed at her in German, making her cackle and run off. “To slow Micah!” the boy, who was now confirmed to be Micah, would flip her off and huff. Setting the broom down and getting Remy and Melianes food.

Border credit goes to: @coleminecanary

Melanie belongs to: @virgo-arts

[murkystarlight]

DREAMZZZ season2 (part 2) spoilers

(It's really just me making random comments on the episodes)

Episode 17

Yes, Izzie. We're going to the beast realm-

Dizzy apparently is still here- what. Are they buddies now? Or what

Wildoria- ooh

Z! Don't eat that-

Nova jumping behind Iz. (Nice to see Nova and Sneak more often)

Toss it our of the rift?? Ohh- I can already see this is a bad idea.

And Z spit it out. Good. And it's also something really important. Of course it is.

Beast master. Sounds like he would have the crown of control- cause he's the master. Y'know?

Make Nova dream about Wildoria? Wow- and she specifically said "I'm glad I'm.not going"

Ooh! So they didn't forget about the birthday. Good. And I guess Mateo isn't completely avoiding Jasmine of Jasmine chose to call Mateo instead of Izzie. Or maybe Izzie just didn't pick up-

Montage!!

Woah- okay Izzie. No more rad radioactive. Please- you had enough already

She's crafty too, isn't she

Mateo doesn't like change- he's accepting it. But he's taking his time... oh... this just like the Never Witch

It's Sneak's drink. Oh my god- you can't just steal other people's stuff

Zoey narrating. And does it well?? Really well-

Okay- what is that temple-(and yes. The animals definitely do look like they are under control

He came in through the rift! He isn't dreaming! Oh gos- I have so many questions now

Okay Claudius. He is wearing the crown as suspected-

Living the dream! (But literally)

I kind of like this Claudius guy

He seems lonely. And.. a freak kinda

...Izzie? Is.. is she okay? I don't think she is-

Wow. Sneak is great at voice acting

She won't be able to fall asleep. No sir. Definitely not

Now she's pissed. It's your own fault

At least the food is edible. I thought it be like.. bugs- but then again. They have bugs among them. So I guess that would be like.. cannibalism-

Why did you tell him that there's more powerful artifacts! No! He's the kind that's crazy for power isn't he!

Animal abuse-

Hm. Nevermind I hate this guy.

Good thinking Zoey

The tickling vines

"Inspiring him to take a shower"

Apparently he showers with his clothes on. Question. Do you need to shower in the dream realm?

Jumping rope?

Cooper keeps trying to do stuff- which.. is good. Yeah. And he's getting creative. Thinking outside the box and all that

Oh- you okay?...

Okay- the fly trap looks creepy. And how is Nova so peaceful- cute

Does he have that crown glued on his head?! The heck??

Ooh. Mind control??

Also- really? Scaring your friend in a dream? Really?? That's the plan?

Sack him? Oh gosh. Well it worked. But Zoey isn't being controlled. Welp- better luck next time(she dodged the darn thing?? How??)

Izzie- no- no oh my god.

C-rex looks amazing with all that lighting

Also, is Cooper holding a guy in a sack. Over his shoulder. With one hand- it's a dream but still

"WHERE IS THE RIFT"

Cooper!

Apparently controlling people isn't the only thing he can do. Or were they controlled to wake up

And the rift clised- and they got doom domed! And Logan is... really good at falling asleep (so sweet how he stays with her)

And Clause is really dumb

Episode 18

Power hungry dude. (With good hearing)

He is real trouble.

Oh no- Logans a giant panda! (...Izzie likes it?) Oh no- he isn't good.

Look at the four of them together- watching that tiny dome-

Suffering for Izzie

"Izzie's gone!"

"Logan isn't answering his phone, Mateo's freaking out, and Mr. Oz well.... he's not helping"

"Izzie's gone!!"

"I was such a jerk to Izzie last night! I'm her brother! I'm supposed to take care of her!"

"Izzie's gone-!"

The amount of stuff going on here- chaos. I love the chaos. And also, Mateo being a sweet brother-🥺

Mateo blaming himself😭😭 oh my goddd

Supportive friends

Omg! The party-!

"Izzie's gone?!"

Wait- aren't we in the waking world? How is Dizzy here?? (Also, my theory was- kind of right?? Yay!!)

I really wanted to see the clones out in the waking world. But working together... that's not what I expected. Still good though

Oh- the nightmare thing at school-

"Izzie's gone?"

"Oh Izzie's gone??"

Izzie's new outfit! So that's why it's animal themed...

"Maybe this will knock some sense into you!" *attempts to smash her friends head*

Mrs. Castillo notices that Dizzy looks different

"Are you crazy? I don't eat cobras! Some of my best friends are cobras!!"

Wow-

Cooper's a great actor (and Mateo's staring at him like he's crazy)

Ooh the gems are pretty

Oh- and she lost Bunchu

Logan! (His hair looks like Lance-)

"Oh Izzie! I'm so sorry-"

How did he wake up??

Dizzy... you're not even trying

And.. logan is a wolf now. Okay. Sure... makes... sense

"Oh, it's, uh, a new online challenge?"

He's great at lying now

"Uh.. not sure Logan's in control anymore"

"Was he ever?"

Mrs. Putnam- wow. He really fell asleep fast

The griffen is... sorta helping? Zinnia is a nice name

Oh- no she's not

She really has a lot of talents

Wow. She changes so darn much and people are just going "Oh. Okay. Well anyways-"

Middle-schoolers. Haha.

Karaoke~

"Dizzy! You're a genius"

"Wow-! I've never gotten a compliment before"

Ohhh I see it coming now~~

Oh- they still have resistance(way with animals)

Uh- what did she put in the punch? Pickle?? Oh-

Dizzy is really good at bad-

"Spicy! Hot! Hot!" (Her voice- unique)

Izzie is being smart

The party.. is going to shit

Mateo likes it. Well- of course. I mean this kind of stuff is fun-

She's motivational- dang..

The cake-

Can't feel my tongue no more- how bad is it?!

Food fight!!

Logan! Noooo

The nice conversation between Dizzy and Mateo

"Oh dang- uh, they're totally gonna eat him, arent they" Ohhh he's in for it now

"No one should use this crown!"

Yes ma'am! Yes! Good good. Very inspiring. She's good

And- the Never Witch is here now. Wait- she's taking it that easily??

She helping the dishes?

Chants in Latin?? Latin?!

So much stuff going on-

Episode 19

Their dad is so sweet-

Um- what the heck??

Cooper!

What is going on-

Alright- um.. let's go boys

Oh- look at that! Beautiful picture! I love how it looks-- all the dopples positioned

Ah- they... they're gone- they're good. And... coming together? Um... I'm kind of worried

Astrid! She's disappeared after getting her new clothes. Good to see ya!

How is she rolling up the stairs like th-

Logan is still a bit frenzy- I guess since the crown of control is with the Never Witch?

Oh- no. He's just racing with Iz

Oh! Never Witch backstory

Zoey really doesn't like bugs

Ooh- yeah the Never Witch didn't even try to design it well

King Albert! Yes operate him again

"Deja vu!"

"You- can say that again"

"Deja vu."

Yo- king Albert is amazing(while . He lasted)

Cooper is good at tech. Isn't he

Zoey! Cooper!! (The blast was beautiful tho)

Logan- be patient, and nice (the panda voice is so- cu)

"Greaat. Now the space car blows up on my watch too. Hah hah- Mr. Oz is never gonna let me drive his ships again"

(Oh right. I forgot to say this.

Sorry Mr. Oz-)

And um.. technically, he isn't allowed to drive. I know it's a dream. But still-

"What ships? Grab my hand!"

....my brain is hopeless (Cooper× Zoey?)

O0O

Pyewacket!!

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"Nothing"

"Let's rock and roll"

Okay- but the giant monstrosity of a thing is like... super creepy

The sand effects look so prettttyyyy

"Be careful Zoey! You can't miss"

"Ugh- no pressure"

Love these two.

Mateo! Good job- Astrid!(oh- she's gone)

"Pyewacket, do the cat thing and hassle the birds. But quietly!"

Cat on his head!

Eugh that does look gross- I'm so sorry for you Zoey

"Uh- sorry Mr. Oz. We're working on it"

He sounds.. really unenthusiastic- loo

Oh dear- Cooper....

And- you lost it. Good job Zoey. Now you have to get up close to the bugs!

Wow. Cooper really needs a prize for actjng- like.. try out for a school play. Sure you'll do well lol

"There were more. Two girls, another boy, and the green one" (Well- you just blasted the other boy)

...this is actually kind of creepy. Does good with the visual effects

Well- that was one heck of an episode. Also, what happened to Cooper? Did he get sucked in? Or..

Episode 20

Twentieth!! Last one!

"The way it was always meant to be"

Oh no- wait what? Oh- the green one!!

Oh... was not expecting that! The writers are good at writing twists-

Yes! Protect your sister!! (And logan of course-)

Zoey is having the worst nightmare ever. Like- I would scream myself awake

The spider does have pretty eyes tho-

The Never Witch made a really cool speech

Zoey is scared- like a lot. Which is reasonable

Woah- awesome

Question. How does the memory help with stopping the witch??

Hug

Jesus- how many pets does she have(a lot)

Cooperrrrr! Ahhhhhh (was he hanging there this whole time? What the-)

"Maybe she got tied up?"

Uh.. correct! 10/10 (what is this dude-)

Pye glowing! Glowing!what's gonna happen now~

"Can you figure out how to release the doom-domes?"

"Hm.. tricky.."

What- can he really do everything? Like- dude! What the-

Playing catch (going to be real dizzy for Izzie and Logan)

Cooper! (Again? Really? What is- What- huh?)

Oh no- he's fine

And now Z

Oh' what the- sound waves? Pye?

Pye!! Oh my god- music! Speakers oh~

Now we get to see the memory! Yess

Oh- the yellow flowers died. Crying. Oh

Ahhhh

"You can hate me. But I'll never hate you. I love you, sister. I want you to remember that"

Well. I heard that line a few times before-

Uh... bonding with the Never Witch?

Wow- cooper. You get into a lot of things

Oh... she- she wanted to- she didn't want her sister to think that she hated her- Oh my god- this lego show has no right to be this- this-! Ugh

......goodbye-

Hold hands! Yes. Wait what- hold on. No like seriously- is it necessary? And- Well- in..

"They're in the wrong places. This isn't right"

"But it's great. I mean, look at it. It doesn't have to be exactly the same as it was before. I learned a lot of new stuff. I'm better"

"How do we know it'll be better?"

Yes you are! YES YOU SO VERY ARE- AHHRGGRGHH

And Mateo? Please don't do that- you keep leaving trails of *I kind of agree with the villain. But you know, in a slightly different way*

"We don't. But we can hope for the best. You can't control everything. And that's okay"

Okay. Now, kiss.(no but seriously- come on! Ahhh-) (do they really have to do it together? Like that? Really? Oh my God- ahhhahahah)

She accepted it. Oh- this is... such a nice ending-

Sandman!! Burzerker! Camelion! Phil!!!

They're all back! Yesss ahhhhh

Awww-

Bye Dizzy

Woah- I feel

Oh it's not over yet-

Logan talking about his moms, date with Astrid-

Mateo's more open to Jasmine too it seems!

"Can we skip school today?!" (Worth a shot-)

Mr. Oz... that's so sweet of you to say... ....but did you say gift from Lunia?

And Zoey's binding with her dad more too-

I- oh god-

.......wait. is this the end of DREAMZZZ??

I mean... it would be like- a great ending. But... ....

[tobiasdrake]

The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy 123 - Could You Punch Me in the Face?

So we come to the intelligence gathering portion of this chapter and I honestly wish I could just skip the entire chapter and never see the rest of it. I want so badly to just be past this. It is causing me intense emotional distress. It is so unbearably gross. I don't even care how it ends; The fact that we somehow ended up here is abhorrent.

Trigger Warning: This section forces the player to participate cooperatively in gaslighting an abuse victim. It's really gross and I do not have much to say beyond "Jesus Fucking Christ, what!?"

This feels so gross. Look at her. Look at how much she trusts this complete scumbag. We are actively betraying her as she speaks.

Takumi lies with a half-truth. Technically, we are gathering information. We're pumping her for intel we can use to stab her in the back and condemn her to her abuser's control.

I'm so, so glad to see you sticking up for yourself, Kako. This is what I've wanted for you for two months. I'm sorry for what we're about to do to you.

Wow, Takumi. Way to just casually reframe it in a way that paints Ima in a positive light without even skipping a beat. You're going to make a really good gaslighter in a day or two.

You two fucking deserve each other.

And you shouldn't have to. Despite what we're going to say to you tomorrow after we come up with a suitable bribe, you deserve every ounce of freedom that you can grasp.

Imagine participating in this conversation, knowing that you're planning to betray her, and somehow not thinking you're the bad guy. Like. What could possibly be going through Takumi's brain right now that isn't "Wow, this is such a reprehensible thing I'm doing, I should really stop."

Be funny if it was Kyoko Kirigiri. Darumi is the Danganronpa fan but who knows. More than one person can have the same fandom.

Oh, you poor, sweet innocent soul.

Takumi, I've always ragged on you for accidentally roping Karua into a codependent relationship and then basically being an inadequate and apathetic boyfriend afterward, but I've always given you the benefit of doubt that you were just a dumb kid who didn't know what he was doing. I still do.

But I will never forgive you for taking Ima's side in this. You have staked your position as unambiguously pro-abuse. You have seen it all with your own eyes and you've decided that Ima is the one worth supporting.

No matter how this storyline ends, this is who you've revealed yourself to be. You can't walk that back. You are emotionally negligent to your girlfriend and you would rather help gaslight an abuse victim than sympathize with women for five seconds. That is who you are, and that is what I'm going to remember about you when all else has faded.

Seems like the probable explanation, yeah. Kako's been working up the courage to do this for a while now. It's been really heartwarming to watch her journey up to this point.

That's going to be part of our gift to Kako, of course. What are we even going to get her? What kind of present best sends the message, "I know you were counting on us to help you but have you considered staying in the kitchen handcuffed to a radiator instead?"

...well, I guess a radiator with handcuffs attached would send that message, but that wouldn't let us make use of this tire.

Hey man, this is a strange request but do you think you could punch me really hard in the face? Like, imagine I just talked some shit about a dead relative. That kind of hard.

It might realign a few gears that are spinning in the wrong direction.

You and me, same page. Is there any way I could, like, die and then play as you for the rest of the game? I could rig a Rube Goldberg machine to hit Gaku with a shotput ball if that would help.

Be sure to revive him afterward. I'm not trying to perma-kill him.

Thank you, Takemaru, for validating my joke that you're slower than Tsubasa because you unreasonably respect posted speed limits in the end-times.

So we have a tire and we have a bicycle. Those seem like two things that would fit together reasonably well but we still don't have a clear picture of why, or how it will convince Kako to give up on herself.

Maybe a motorcycle? No, but Takemaru is the motorcycle guy. Then again, Tsubasa's also a gearhead. Motorcycles for everyone? Motorcycles for everyone.

I can totally picture that and it is adorable. Ring-ringing your way around the neighborhood in that coat with one hand on the handlebars and the other on a baseball bat with nails in it, making sure people are obeying proper traffic protocol and giving pedestrians their right of way.

Thanks, Takemaru. I needed the laugh.

...now to go talk to Ima again.