#woe crisis girls

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Comic Page done as a gift for @greygreene

[rosehipandroots]

scrolling through one of my old wips and it has like three different fonts in the span of four pages lmao

[wheneverfeasible]

I know everyone loves Wayne and Claudia falling in love, but what about Wayne and Susan?

cw: alcoholism

Think about it. Post S4 where Eddie and Max live ofc but are greatly hurt. And it’s a fucking wake up call for Susan Hargrove née Mayfield, let me tell you. Her daughter was almost killed and she was none the wiser because, when she isn’t working, she’s drunk/passed out…and sometimes she’s working and drunk. And yeah, she has her own grief, but she’s been ignoring Max’s this whole time and never realized how bad it got until she read Max’s letter to her.

So yeah, she devotes herself to getting sober, to getting better, to being better, both as an individual and as a mother.

Anyways, she’s there in the hospital, visiting Max every chance she can…when she isn’t backsliding into her cup. But she’s trying, it’s just hard. It’s an addiction and her little girl is in a coma and her stepson is dead and her ex-husband had been abusive but he’d been…okay, when he wasn’t angry. But he was gone now, just like her first husband who hadn’t been good either.

While at the hospital, she meets this gentleman she vaguely recalls from the trailer park. He’s there visiting his nephew who’s in a medically induced coma too, and…they get to talking. They commiserate the pain of having a child in the hospital.

She honestly didn’t even know what was going on with the murders because she was wasted the entire time, but Eddie had sold her stuff before, and though she wasn’t quite in her clear mind during those few times, he had seemed like a nice boy, and Wayne spoke so kindly of him now that she honestly couldn’t believe him guilty at all.

Eventually, Eddie heals enough to be brought out of his coma, and Susan is happy for Wayne but sorry to see him go once Eddie is released, but Max is still in a coma and Susan backslides again. She’s honestly kind of drunk at the hospital, a little belligerent even because why won’t her daughter wake up?!?

And then amazingly Wayne is there again, to keep her company, to listen to her woes, and to quietly ask her if she would want Max to see her like this when she wakes up?

The answer is, of course, no.

And Wayne still comes to the hospital to keep her company even after Eddie is released, whenever one of Eddie’s friends are around to keep him company and help him out while under house arrest, and some of those friends are Max’s friends too. She doesn’t recognize all of them, but she knows enough.

And then, some times later, after another round of earthquakes and another visit from a girl with a bleeding nose, Max wakes up.

It’s not easy, and Susan desperately craves a drink every single goddamn day, but…Wayne’s words make her realize she needs help. And surprisingly enough, Wayne is one of the people who helps her. Max visits Eddie when she’s released too—Max is actually a key witness in proving Eddie’s innocence as the only surviving victim of the murder spree—and so Susan and Wayne see each other a lot too.

Wayne gives up drinking in solidarity, even though he never had a problem with it, and together they work towards a life of sobriety. Even though Susan occasionally slips up, even though Wayne isn’t an official sponsor, he never judges her and is always there to offer a listening ear or helping hand when she��s having crisis days.

Wayne helps her stay sober, driving her to meetings, keeping her company when she feels herself backsliding, and in general just being there to support her.

Wayne is, she comes to realize, a caring, sensitive man, just like his nephew. He’s gentle, and even when he gets angry at the unjust world, he never takes it out on anyone as a scapegoat. He never truly raises his voice, never throws things, and never once lays his hand on anyone or anything in anger.

She’s there with Wayne when they catch Eddie kissing the boy who takes care of Max too, Steve. She remembers Neil saying those hateful words to Billy, the way Neil would leave bruises and scars both physical and not. She tenses, knowing what comes next.

Except Wayne just sighs loudly and reminds Eddie to keep it PG in shared spaces. Asks Steve if he caught the game the previous night. Eddie mouths off against Wayne for being a secret jock, and Wayne shoots Steve a look, prompting Steve to smack Eddie upside the head, more playful than anything.

Eddie grins, his hand on Steve’s knee, and Steve sits back with his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, smiles and calls Wayne “Uncle Wayne” easily and Wayne smiles back. The only moment of unease between the three of them was when Eddie and Steve realize she’s there. She pauses, then smiles and says she’s glad she hasn’t had to walk in on Max and anyone yet.

A week later she walks in on Max and Lucas. Wayne laughs at/with her in ironic solidarity.

Wayne helps her on her bad days, and eventually she actually makes it a month sober. Then two. She backslides during the holidays, but Wayne doesn’t judge her. She wants to do better. She just doesn’t think she has the strength to do so.

Until, on a stormy night she stumbles home drunk, she sees Max curled on the couch with tear tracks on her cheeks, having obviously fallen asleep crying. There’s a bat clutched in her arms and all the lights are on. Susan’s entrance startles her awake and Max cries out, terrified, and then when she realizes it’s just her mother there’s such a profound sadness and hurt in her expression that, even three shades to the wind, Susan realizes she never wants to see again.

Susan makes it one month, two months sober. Three months. Four months. Wayne is there every step of the way, and so is Max. There’s guarded hope there and Susan doesn’t want to fail her daughter again. Doesn’t want to fail Wayne, who has been so patient and kind with her. Doesn’t want to fail herself.

Five months sober.

When Susan is handed her six months chip, she wants to celebrate. Previously that would be with wine, or something stronger. Now, she orders pizza and soda and watches Max’s favorite movies with her. She asks Max if she can invite Wayne over too. Max agrees.

After, when Max has fallen asleep with her head in her mom’s lap, her mom’s fingers playing through her hair, Susan and Wayne share a private smile.

Wayne is a good man. Thoughtful, kind, and a better man than she had ever known. When she’s with him, she almost feels like she’s drunk again, except the good kind. The kind that makes you smile, that makes you giddy and happy, the kind that makes you hopeful.

Susan talks to Max. She’s subjected her daughter to terrible men before and she refuses to do it again. But she watches Max with Eddie—and Steve—and she doesn’t think she’s ever seen her smile so much. She watches her with Wayne, and while it had been awkward and wary at first, now Max grins her sharp toothed grin and banters with him just like she does Eddie.

Max takes a moment at her mother’s words, truly considers them. She studies her mother’s face. She looks at the display Eddie made for her to hold her collection of tokens as a thing of honor.

Max looks at the picture of her mother and Wayne that the boy Jonathan had taken during one of the group hang outs at the park. Neither Susan nor Wayne had known the picture was being taken. They were looking at each other, smiling and enraptured in conversation, their pinkies lightly touching on the bench seat.

Max nods and says “Yes.”

Susan asks Eddie.

Eddie gawks for a moment until Steve elbows him in the stomach. Eddie calls her “Lady Susan” and then tells her to keep it PG in shared spaces. Susan blushes and Steve smacks Eddie upside the head.

Susan asks Wayne.

She had never been the one to take initiative before. The men came to her and she accepted it because…well, they seemed okay at the time. Mostly. And she was expected to agree with their desires. Now, however, it’s her desires she listens to, and she doesn’t want an okay man. She wants a good one.

Wayne is startled to see her on his porch, flowers in her hand, and she stutters her request for a date. Wayne takes the flowers. Susan knows she finds a good man when he shyly smiles, flushing but happy with this role reversal, and invites her inside for coffee.

Eddie and Max make kissing sounds from around the side of the trailer.

Steve smacks them both upside the head.

Susan decides that that’s a very good idea, however, and closing the door behind her, she smiles with eyes clear and her heart open and kisses Wayne with the knowledge that being in love is so much better than being drunk.

She doesn’t miraculously stop craving the drink entirely, but she has a man who loves her by her side and a daughter who’s proud of her in her arms and a new son who never fails to make her laugh. And that’s more than enough for her.

Anyways, this is a thought I’ve had for a while, and one I keep intending to include into a fic of mine, though I haven’t had the chance to yet, so take this little thing of mine with you instead.

Hostage hotties: @derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump

[yuri-is-online]

Been brainrotting lately and now I present to you what I think is an underused story beat for Yuu. What if “Yuu” isn’t even the prefect’s real name?

Considering that Yuu’s first experience in Twisted Wonderland is waking up in a coffin, wandering around an obviously foreign place, and being questioned by a suspicious man in a crow mask surrounded by people in black hooded robes… I just think most people would not give their real name in such a sketchy situation.

Fast forward to when Yuu is more comfortable with the cast and there is both comedy and angst potential here. On one hand, the reactions to the deception could be pretty funny. (Cue a “woe is me” from Crowley. Of course he can’t find a way home for you when he doesn’t have your real name!) On the other, this could be a great way of exploring the prefect having a crisis. Yuu already lost so much in being taken to Twisted Wonderland, and now in a way even the prefect’s name has been taken.

What do you think?

waking up in a coffin, wandering around an obviously foreign place, and being questioned by a suspicious man in a crow mask surrounded by people in black hooded robes…

Annon, annon, annon, when you put it like that it sounds like Yuu woke up in the middle of a cult ritual of some sort. Which I suppose if you were an edgy Night Raven student idia you might argue that the enrollment ceremony totally is as an excuse not to go

But to be more serious, I have seen a few memes about this concept and I like it a lot σ(￣、￣=) It's a fun character concept, it's not everyday you get a chance to re-invent yourself completely.

That being said, just based off of the few dialogue options Yuu has at the start, I think Yuu is implied to believe that they are dreaming:

Which honestly doesn't make this idea any less valid. If you're dreaming about waking up in the middle of some weird necromancer's rite, why not give him a fake name? It's not meant to be serious anyway. Just go with the flow and hope things don't get too weird (and get offended when your dream doesn't give you magic powers) until it's too late and you realize everyone thinks your name really is that bad joke you made.

If you want to get darker, maybe Yuu really did think they died. A black carriage pulling a coffin really only goes to a funeral, and death has been depicted as an unmanned coach with black horses. Maybe Yuu is only just coming to grips with the fact that they really are alive when they see Riddle overblot and he hurts them. Maybe they now are sitting next to two people who have started to think about them as a friend, a really close one. Maybe they think Yuu is really brave because they charged headlong into danger without a second thought, and won, twice now. Maybe Yuu cries themselves to sleep that night because in a way... you died so yuu could live.

As for reactions, Crowley and the other staff members I think would be the most dramatic, followed by Adeuce and Grim. Jack I can see accepting your reasons and not thinking too hard about it, maybe even respecting your survival instincts, while Epel... well he says he's mad but mostly he's just concerned. He knows what it feels like to have two dueling parts of yourself and trying to find the middle ground. Ortho would be excited, you have a secret identity just like a magical girl/super sentai/anime idol/superhero take your pick really. He certainly doesn't mind getting to know you all over again.

Sebek screams at you for being a threat to Wakasama but it's clear to everyone who actually knows him that he's really just worried about the amount of stress you put on yourself. He would hate for you to have the same issues with self loathing he does. And Malleus? Well he lied to you about who he was because he was worried you would be afraid, even though you didn't know he existed. It would be very petty for him to hold a grudge against you for doing the same.

In general I think this would be something the others would have an easier time understanding as opposed to Yuu's sense of alienation or loneliness at not having magic. Identity issues are common themes in fiction, so I could see them actually seeing it as a problem as opposed to an abstract problem like no government papers (since these kids with one obvious exception don't do taxes.) But it would make for a great way to explore the prefect having a crisis just as you say, in a way it's the perfect example for every problem they might have with being in Twisted Wonderland.

[box-of-roses]

•*•*• Starring *•*•*

Daichi Sawamura

Breakup- you and Daichi break up (angst)

When they want to be babied- you take care of your boys (fluff)

Caught Bread Handed - Daichi catches his kleptomaniac s/o stealing (fluff)

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)

Dolled Up -How the captains react to you getting all dressed up for their games (fluff)

Sugawara Koshi

Play Rehearsal- You get to be the lead in your school play but the other lead gets into an accident. Luckily, Suga is there to step in and resolve not only the play but your romantic tension too. (fluff)

When they want to be babied- you take care of your boys (fluff)

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)

Dolled Up -How the setters react to you getting all dressed up for their games (fluff)

Asahi Azumane

It must be bunnies- you have a holland lop bunny and this is their reaction (fluff)

Kiyoko Shimizu

Crush-You gain a crush on your longtime friend and after many failed attempts at getting rid of it you finally tell her.

Nishinoya Yu

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)

Flustered -he can't handle himself when you flirt back with him (fluff)

Tanaka Ryunosuke

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)

Tsukishima Kei

It must be bunnies- you have a holland lop bunny and this is their reaction (fluff) Chapstick- What chapstick I think different Haikyuu characters would use (fluff)

Kageyama Tobio

It must be bunnies- you have a holland lop bunny and this is their reaction (fluff) Chapstick- What chapstick I think different Haikyuu characters would use (fluff)

Dolled Up -How the setters react to you getting all dressed up for their games (fluff)

Hinata Shoyo

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff) Chapstick- What chapstick I think different Haikyuu characters would use (fluff)

Yachi Hitoka

Girls-After running into a girl on her way to the club room Yachi has a crisis. After much encouragement from Hinata and Kiyoko she finds the pretty girl and asks her on a date

Saeko Tanaka

Casual-You ended your fwb relationship and go to a bar to mourn the loss of the friendship. You meet a pretty bartender who listens to your woes and offers you solace. After the bar closes she takes you to her house and you watch movies as she comforts you.

Masterlist

Rules

[sugar-crash]

🏎️Turbo (Wreck-It Ralph) x (gn) Reader🏁

(Platonic Aroace Reader Edition)

(Picture’s not mine!)

(Sorry for dropping off um… Back at it again I guess, I just took a small-ish writing break so I can draw more, they’re not anything WIR related... :))

- Firstly, as well all have come to know about Turbo, caring for others isn’t exactly something’s he’s known for, especially at the height of his popularity, so when you come to him with your struggles… He’s not willing to hear you at first, thinks everyone else’s problems are minuscule to his… Even though most of the time his problems are HIS fault.

- But if by some miracle you get him to listen (which may be because you have known him long enough) … He might comfort you, even when he does it can barely be seen as comforting you... He’s just standing there…. Menacingly.

- Though I do see him relating to you to a degree if you share with him the complexities of being aroace, I personally headcanon him being on the ace spectrum— I just don’t see him being a very sexual person (though the idea of this weirdo getting it down is very funny to me) or even the most romantic, that’s just how he is, he has different priorities as you can already tell.

- I think as he’s “comforting” you he’s seeing parallels to your experience with his own and on the outside he’s cool, he’s fine, on the inside??? Crisis. But with the small smidgen of decorum he has at the time for you he doesn’t let you see his inner turmoil, sits next to you as you talk, being silent for once in his life.

- After you tell him about your struggle and let him know you like him enough to trust him, makes him realize you aren’t just some friend he occasionally hangs out with— You’re someone who appreciates him enough to be vulnerable, and that rocks his world a bit.

- He’s not used to having a connection that deep with someone else. Like. At all. So, it really strikes him when you not only level with him but you also share a mindset that’s close to his own. Most of the others aren’t that open when it comes to their opinions about something that doesn’t go with the status quo of their very existences—

- So having someone that genuinely wants his comfort over something like this is not an not only new, it’s refreshing to know someone is like him in that aspect.

- Which shows in the way he treats you later on, he gives you some slack in situations that if it were anyone else he’d be so cruel lol. Nice to have someone in his corner for personal reasons rather than the surface level.

- Honestly having a friend who at least can parse an aspect of himself that many just don’t understand is definitely something he needs and in response he does at least attempt to be there for you as you express your feelings and the frustrations that come with it.

- Fortunately (or unfortunately) Turbo is well acquainted with that feeling, and the more you guys connect over this he may be able to give you advice,,, But that advice is absolute shit so be advised.

- He’s certainly not the best person to be talking to about this, but not the worst. Surprisingly. I think you guys as friends would be… A bit unhealthy because Turbo is like the mean girl of the game arcade, putting you down, making you do shit for him, things like that.

- But at least mean girl sometimes grow out of that shit, At least they have a reason, he doesn’t. He has everything at the height of his popularity but I do see him always wanting more.

- Depends on you but adamantly denies it and says YOU are the one that needs him, and actually believes that, like lying so much to the point where actually believes it. Which is something he definitely does down the line as King Candy.

- Some of part of me wants to give him some credit, cause he does try, but at the time there is a high chance he will use the fact that he’s been there for you when you ranted about your woes against you as means to guilt trip you when you catch him on his bullshit.

- Uses whatever sliver of information he can to turn things around into his behavior, even as he’s comforting you, gently nudging ideas into your head as if they were innocuous in nature. And over time he just gets better and better at it the more comfortable you get with sharing things with him.

- All the while he’s convincing you what he’s saying is for the best of you, that’s what friends do right?

- Keeps your secrets and junk, he knows what it’s like to have secrets and at least can give you that decency.

- The type of friend that like sits there and give you like a drink and a burger after you finish sharing what you wanted to say because he knows how draining it can be.

- He’s very complicated, both comforting and harmful, but at least he makes you feel seen when you tell him I guess.

- Turbo does value you as a friend but, that doesn’t spare you from being a pawn he can use to climb up into more beneficial positions in situations.

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ok my TUAP hc is that annabeth’s last performance is sugar plum in nutcracker (for poetic symmetry obviously) and Percy and Chiron conspire to surprise her and so right before she goes on stage Percy surprised her in costume to go on as her cavalier for the last show ever so that her last dance before retirement can be with him

First of all, love that people have headcanons for this little universe I've created. That makes me so, so happy!

And yes! Her final performance is definitely Sugar Plum. (Gonna "yes and" this a bit)

Her last performance is Sugar Plum on Christmas day when she's 47, so it's 30 years since her first Sugar, and 31years since she started in the company. She knows her body is slowing down. She's starting to perform with girls who she taught, and that's a strange experience. And most of all, she wants to know when her final performance is. She's seen plenty of people get injured and never be able to dance again, and that scares her more than going out on her own terms.

Percy's been retired for six years at this point. He teaches, runs his foundation, and takes care of their girls. He still exercises, but but in no way to the level of a professional dancer, and he doesn't even take class anymore. He teaches class, he doesn't take it. So he's gotten squishy (which Annabeth thinks is so hot.)

But in the summer before she retires (she's already announced privately she's retiring), he starts taking class again. He says he just wants to get some of that training back, maybe lose a little weight. Annabeth is a little worried he's going through a midlife crisis or something, but she's supportive.

He keeps training and getting back into shape trough the fall. By November, he's pretty trim. Almost pro-dancer levels of in-shape. She's not exactly sure when this happened or why this happened, but okay, whatever.

It's Christmas eve, the day before her last performance, and Annabeth has been trying to be a good sport, but she just cannot get into the holiday spirit. She's so upset about retiring she's thinking of calling it off. But she's the last one of her dancer friends still performing. She knows its time.

And that's when Percy surprises her that he's gotten permission to go on tomorrow with her. They'll have some rehearsals in the afternoon "And if you don't like how it's going, that 20-something can dance it with you instead. I won't be mad." And Annabeth is just sobbing and hugging him, and saying "I don't care if it's the worst performance of our lives, of course we're doing it together."

It is not the worst performance of their lives. It's actually really excellent. She also gets a little feature on the news about her retirement and about Percy's surprise.

When she takes her final bow, she gets so many flowers, Chiron also gifts her a new Sugar Plum crown to keep, and she gets a huge standing ovation, and she is just openly weeping. She gets so many hugs once the curtain is down.

And the next day, Percy orders pizzas for lunch, now that he's done his diet and exercise routine, and Annabeth is also able to finally really dig in. She does eat a whole pizza on her own. It helps the retirement woes.

[bluesylveon2]

Can I request number 6 with Azul ashengrotto? :3

Hi!!! I meant to post this earlier but my summer class started and I've been busy 😭. Fun fact: past fics with "I Won't Say I'm in Love" had people telling the TWST boy or Yuu that they are in love. Who did I use for Azul? It would have been the Tweels but it is actually Azul himself! 😂 I hope that you enjoy, anon!

Notes: Yuu is bold, mentions events in Book 3, 4, and 6, and Azul having an internal crisis

Word Count: 1011

Warnings: possible ooc characters (I feel like Azul is) and not beta read.

Azul did not like the Ramshackle Prefect. Not in a romantic sense. Why would he? It's not like she stayed in his head rent-free for the past few days. No, he was thinking about how to get her to work for him for free.  

He was not jealous that, according to ADeuce, the Prefect was spending time with Prince Rielle from RSA. How did they meet? Azul will never know, but one thing has been bothering him. SHE decided to have their date in town rather than in his perfectly established restaurant that was only a short walk away!

Azul set his pen down after signing the last contract of the day and stared at the ceiling. He recalled the first time he saw the Prefect during the entrance ceremony and how her cat monster set the room on fire. He did not care much about her then since his focus was on this year's profits. 

His indifference changed when he wanted her dorm as a branch of his restaurant. Did he leave her homeless? Yes, but within good reason. He no longer wanted that embarrassing photo of himself hanging around the Atlantica Memorial Museum. How did she get so popular to get close to Leona, of all people? If only she and her band of Savanaclaw members did not get in his way. Azul's hand clenched into a fist at the thought of the pesky lion disintegrating his hard work. This was the only time he truly disliked the Prefect.

Of course, that backfired back on her when she got trapped in Scarabia by Jamil. Azul could not hide his smug look when she pleaded with him for help. He, being benevolent, acted like her knight in shining armor to save her (read: it was Jade and Floyd that did all the work) as the damsel in distress. 

Azul hummed in thought when he realized something. The Prefect was less of a damsel and more like a knight after she broke into the Isle of Woe to save him and the rest of the overblot guys. 

It was only after the whole fiasco that Azul slightly liked the Prefect.

Did he get any romantic feelings during the process? No, he did not.

Why should he, anyway?

She was nothing more than a magicless human. A reckless one, in fact. 

If anything, she should be the one to develop feelings for him. 

Azul knew multiple ways to charm the girl. He would start by treating her to deals in Mostro Lounge. Then, he would do different favors for her, like give her a study guide or serenade her with his lovely voice. Finally, he would be the one to save her from different incidents (orchestrated by the Leech twins); she would fall in his arms and for his charms. 

She would fall for him so much that she would be at his door on her knees, begging to be his girlfriend. And Azul, being oh so benevolent, will agree.

Azul smirked. There was no way she could not resist him. 

"You're amazing as it is, even without stealing anyone else's powers," Yuu's voice called out in Azul's mind. 

Ba dump

"What the?" Azul clenched his chest. He could feel his heartbeat increase under his fingers. Why were the Prefect's words coming back to him?

"Your incredible diligence is so rare, it left the headmage at a loss," her voice continued to sing to him.

Ba dump

It has been months since their interaction at the museum, where Yuu had uttered those words to him, leaving him at a loss. Azul was touched by them, but he had put it back in his mind after the trip. Now they suddenly emerge and haunt him while he thinks about the Prefect.

Wait.

The Prefect. 

Azul suddenly sat up and ran his hands through his wavy hair. Why did he care about the Prefect being on a date? Why was he setting up a scheme to have her begging to be with him? Why are her words echoing in his mind like a mermaid's song?

Azul's eyes widen in realization. A long time ago, when he was still a crybaby octopus, his mom told him a story about how a mermaid princess sang to a prince after she saved him. The princess had to leave before the prince gained consciousness, and he made it his mission to find her. The princess's voice was so beautiful that the prince would play his flute at night using the same tune in hopes of finding her because he loved her. 

He was like the prince in the story. 

He loved Yuu. 

Azul took deep breaths to calm his wild heartbeat and wiped his sweaty palm on a handkerchief. He might have realized it now, but he won't say it out loud. No, he would continue his plan once Yuu returned from her date. The male leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh. He had to remain with his suave nature around her. 

The room was quiet as Azul was deep in his thoughts.

CRASH

Azul immediately stood up, "What the?" his eyes landed on the door wide open. Yuu stood in the doorway with the Leech twins smirking evilly from behind. Only a few seconds passed, and Yuu was now standing before Azul. She grabbed his hand and proceeded to drag him out of his office-

Wait a minute.

"What are you doing?" Azul sputtered out, his face now red.

"We are going on a date! You and me."

"But I thought you were supposed to be with Rielle?"

Yuu shook her head, "He was just showing me around, and we're only friends. Besides, I'm only interested in octopi anyway."

Azul's mouth opened in shock, "How did you? When did you?"

"The twins told me. Now hurry up before the shops in town close!" She dragged the poor housewarden through the doors and out of Mostro Lounge. 

Meanwhile, the Leech twins could not hide their laughter. 

"Have fun, you two."

"Don't hurt Shrimpy now!"

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[biggie-chcese]

rain code age headcanons because i have literally only ever been choosing ages based on what's funniest but now i wanna cast away my grand layers of irony and be genuine for a moment. also. this goes pretty in depth so be prepped for the long haul when you click read more lmao.

spoilers for the whole game below and it's because of one specific character iykyk

Yakou - this man has the soul of a guy in his late 40s going through what would be his midlife crisis if not for the fact that he's fully aware he passed the midpoint years ago. but that soul is trapped in the body of a guy who doesnt look a day older than 28. what moisturizer does he use? i doubt he even uses anything other than that 13 in 1 shampoo. anyway, i think he's 32.

Halara - 26. nothing really to justify this other than they've got that mid 20s swag but 25 didn't feel right. adult enough to be as competent as they are yet young enough to look like that. moving on.

Desuhiko - 19. i think he's the youngest of the NDA because. well. idk man have you read his dialogue? he's got a whole lot of growing to do and is still very lost on his direction in life. he's giving 'bitch fresh outta high school (or in this case, detective training) and relishing in his freshly obtained freedom."

Vivia - 28? yeah i got nothing for this i am going purely on vibes here. 28 just feels right.

Fubuki - 23. she's clearly still a bit young but is also clearly a grown ass adult who wasn't raised right so i think this makes for a happy medium, especially if she's already been on some worldwide adventures n shit before the game. works out quite swimmingly methinks.

Kurumi - 18. for my personal comfort bc we'll get to yuma later but im not gonna sit here and ignore the way the game constantly grovels at the audience's feet to ship them so id rather she not be any younger than this. anyway, more about her: she tends to hold her own as an informant with more competence, maturity, and effecience than most of the NDA. but she also has a pretty childish black and white view on things, like believing her beloved detectives are always right (girl if you were real you would be ENTRENCHED in stan culture oml do NOT get into minecraft youtubers) but i've... seen 18 year olds on the internet that are exactly the same so whatever

Aetheria girls - putting them all at 17-18 because, based on honorifics, they are treated as upperclassmen by their peers in the Japanese dub. i think waruna is the youngest and kurane is the eldest.

Yomi - 25. he has that vibe. old enough to be taken seriously as an adult but young enough to act like That™. yknow?

Martina - 32. she's giving older woman sexy librarian vibes and generally carries herself with a certain level of poise and maturity but is also a freak in a way that can best be explained by being a woman in her 30s. not elaborating on this

Swank - 41. to me he's like those awful surly businessmen who go to cabaret clubs to drink and smoke their office job woes away and cheat on their wives. but he also has extreme mafia boss swag about it so i kinda love him for that. dunno what this has to do with age tho. moving on.

Seth - 22 because he's giving youngest brother. i think he's the youngest of the peacekeepers in general. guillaume definitely bullies him about this.

Dominic - 34. bro is built like a jojo character what else do you want me to say. he's still got that youthfulness about him that makes me think he's still not going through his midlife crisis, so i wouldn't place him any older

Guillaume - 23. guillaume is so girlypop manic pixie dream girl core that she's definitely got the energy of someone who is young but also strikes the balance of being someone who has a job and a mortgage. dunno how she does it. id like to think she isnt even much older than seth but still bullies him for being the baby of the peacekeepers. do u understand my vision. please. they have so much annoying coworker potential.

shinigami - idk like 1000. she's a death god who cares.

yuma - okay. yeah. look i dont give a singular fuck about age discourse- headcanon whatever you want- but from looking at canon material i genuinely think that he could not possibly be any younger than 21. 20 if we wanna push it. yes, i know he looks young. i have eyes. but also, im in my 20s and the most common thing people tell me when i reveal my age is "oh, i thought you were 15." one time a person asked me if i was 12. at my job. that i was actively working at. i was 20. adults can look young, and contrary to the classic 1000 year old loli dragon trope he doesnt act overtly childish. he acts like a normal fuckin guy. yes he cries but like. you wouldn't in his position? bro speedruns lifelong trauma so skillfully that he's backwards long jumping into alternate universes where everything is somehow worse. i'd be freaked out if he didn't cry. also im aware that the child prodigy detective trope is a thing and that kodaka has written that before but... he was number one three years ago. and the training takes two years. which means, if he is a minor in the game's present day, he started working at the WDO at 12 and became number one at 14... at the oldest. have you ever met a 14 year old? forgive me for not suspending my disbelief here. and really the kicker for me is that yuma has a line where he says he's not sure if he's drinking age (which would be 20 in japan), but you know who would be sure? you know who knows yuma's age better than yuma?

makoto kagutsuchi - this megacorporation CEO has a fully stocked minibar installed in his penthouse. <- sentence i cannot bring myself to believe if it's about a child. since i also cant picture him becoming CEO at age 14 without yomi at least once angrily pointing that out (he only ever mentions that makoto is an outsider, or has his head in the clouds), id like to think both him and yuma, at their youngest, earned their top spots at their respective organizations at 18. it keeps their gifted kid syndrome and young prodigy-ness without making things comically ridiculous or uncomfortable for the sheer amount of sexual situations yuma gets put into.

anyway that's my silly little ramble on age headcanons. this was actually really fun to think about. shoutout to kodaka for leaving out the ages. funniest choice he could've made

[philtstone]

Frodo (or your chosen Blorbo from the Shire), 4

i cant actually remember which prompt list this was from so i am splicing together the taylor swift prompts "a secret language" and "caressing the other's hand" and humbly offering you an unedited This. also i MIGHT be playing fast and loose with canon but i swear i read somewhere that aragorn asked the besties to sleep over at his place (stay at the palace) for an extra month bc he wanted them to be there for his wedding. if it isnt canon it is now .. in my heart

In the streets of Minas Tirith there is joy today.

Frodo notes this absently, from a short distance, as he seems to feel everything these days. Actually, he ought to correct himself: not everything. He feels some things quite closely. He feels desperately homesick for Bilbo's pipeweed in a way that sits heavily in his heart. He feels like every new day he cannot imagine taking even one more step forward -- even just to get from gardens to the kitchen to greet Sam -- despite the fact that he always manages. And he feels that quiet lancing pain of distance between his self and everything else, like a darning needle going through an old wool sock you just don't want to give up on yet -- quite closely.

None of these feelings are truly capable of ruining the pleasantness of his stroll through the marketplace, so Frodo doesn't think it's much use to dwell on them. The sun is shining, making the weather a balmy warm and bringing out the green of new little saplings against the white stones. And even though on many another day, the bubbling chatter would be a tad too much for his tired spirit to handle, today it is making it easier to take those steps forward.

"I'm grateful for the leisurely pace you've set, dear Frodo," says the musical presence at his side, as if she has read his mind. Frodo can't remember if that's something she can properly do, but doesn't think it appropriate to ask. "I do not think I have the will to hasten through such a day as this."

Her eyes are glimmering with a gentle mirth. Frodo's come to realize, in the weeks he has spent recovering and observing his old companions outside of imminent crisis, that a favourite pastime of Lady Arwen Undomiel is teasing the newly-crowned King of Gondor.

"It's not Aragorn's fault he's got such long legs," Frodo observes. A good tease has got to be honoured, hasn't it? Arwen's responding smile is small but brilliant. Her eyes dance like daffodils in spring. They watch as their unwitting victim moves effortlessly through the crowd several -- admittedly long -- strides ahead of them, conversing animatedly with the sellers, the shoppers, their families, the children, and every so often, a horse or two. Aragorn seems to know everyone already (he's barely been king for three weeks) but that was true from the first night Frodo met him. Sam calls it a stoutly developed sense of sociability, which makes him sound like his Gaffer and Bilbo all at once, but Frodo is not sure it is all so simple.

Aragorn is now listening very intently as a cabbage seller gesticulates regarding the specifics of his innovative new watering technique.

"Do Men always take the details of cabbage-growing so seriously?" Arwen asks Frodo. She leans sideways towards him -- elegantly -- that the tactful whisper might be better heard. Frodo's not sure; he hasn't actually known that many men.

"He does seem to be selling very large cabbages," Frodo says.

A sudden, exhausting melancholy grips him. It is not precisely because of the cabbage, but not unrelated to it either. Arwen has paused to study the daisies being sold by a Gondorian girl and her mother, and so to distract himself, Frodo looks over at the nearest stall. It occurs to him that cousin Lobellia would have been awfully covetous of the coloured glass wind-chimes they have on display. They've got silver along the rims. Strange, how even now, a lifetime later it seems, Frodo is capable of suddenly remembering Bilbo's silverware related woes.

"They are very beautiful," comes Arwen's sweet, sincere voice. Frodo turns; her arms are full of the flowers, and she is moving with beaming interest towards the wind chimes. Behind her the girl's mother looks a bit dazed, while the little girl herself looks transfixed. Everything the elf says is always brimming over with an effortless sincerity, but in these resolutely human streets it becomes all the more apparent. Frodo wonders if Arwen doesn’t feel slightly out of place. "Oh -- we must put some in the courtyard garden. Dear Frodo, do you think Sam will like them? Four, please."

Unlike Aragorn, Arwen doesn't ask after families or host serious discussions about irrigation systems. She carries all of this interest and care and understanding completely unspoken in her presence alone, and when subject to it directly can be somewhat overwhelming to the uninitiated. Frodo knows this from experience. At any rate, they are leaving a series of increasingly overcome Gondorians in their wake. He wonders if she will learn or change, with time, or if there will always be that intensity and strangeness, untempered.

“Sam would suggest we make tea out of these,” says Frodo, without thinking, when Arwen hands Frodo two daisies and a wind chime to carry. The ends of her raven hair float in the breeze behind them. She’s walking very slowly, so Frodo doesn’t have any trouble keeping up, but he still looks up at her to speak. “Have you had daisy tea before, Lady Arwen?”

“Hmmm,” says Arwen cryptically. “I think I will be trying many new things, these coming weeks.”

“I don’t know if I want to try new things anymore,” Frodo says quietly, without thinking. Beside him, Arwen pauses. The hem of her soft green skirts swirl at her feet as she turns to face him. 

“Oh, Frodo,” she says. The simple words carry very many great and deep and feeling things, as is always the way with Arwen.

Frodo traces a finger over the colourful glass petals of the chime. They have arrived at a less busy patch of the cobbled alley, past the florist and trinket seller. “I think I must be homesick,” is what he decides to say.

Gently, Arwen takes his hand in hers. “Would you like to return home?” she asks. To the Shire. Sam certainly would not be opposed. Merry and Pippin, perhaps with less urgency, but they all seem to be waiting on Frodo to be recovered …

It shouldn’t be a very complicated answer. Worrying his bottom lip beneath one tooth, he looks up and over, back into the market: Aragorn is kneeling to better scratch a grinning hound under its chin, all while looking up to better ask the old woman manning its stall about her youngest grandchild.

“Don’t you feel strange, being so far from home?” he asks. Frodo feels his face grow hot. “Well … I mean, I know it is different.”

“The concept of return is not materially the same for me,” Arwen agrees, gently, with a tilt to her head. “But even so. I have chosen to stay here for a long long while, Frodo; you have no such dreams.”

Frodo’s dreams are altogether unpleasant these days, but he feels his brow quirk at the first thing. “You’ll be staying?” he asks, more curious than anything.

“Well,” says Arwen, in a secretive way that he finds terribly comforting – just as her friendship was so terribly comforting that first week, so many months ago – “I believe I am getting married sometime soon. So I must be here to attend my wedding, you see, as I’ve much desired it for many years.”

Oh. Well, that is obvious, isn’t it – now that she’s said it all out. Frodo feels a little bit silly for not guessing. 

“It’s alright,” Arwen reassures him. “It is technically yet unplanned.” 

“Is that why Aragorn asked us all to stay at the palace another month?” says Frodo, still watching the King. As if noticing eyes on him, Aragorn looks towards them, one hand occupied in caressing the soft crown of a child’s curly head. His brows furrow in askance even as his mouth grows into a wide, decidedly un-Kingly grin. He’d been sincere in his offer, Frodo remembers. Merry and Pippin claimed they were staying because of their wise contributions to the building of a nation, and Frodo hadn’t quite believed that part, but certainly, Gimli and Legolas had no need for a period of convalescence. The thought makes him tired again, but it cannot get too bad, because Arwen is looking over with him, and with another of those secretive smiles says, 

“I think he is taking great comfort in the company of his friends.”

This time the tease is barely present. Arwen speaks with a quiet, sincere fondness that carries no little amount of tender ache. Oh. Frodo swallows. One’s friends – friends, something deeper than those one is friendly with – it is true, that they bring comfort. So much. He is not sure … well, he cannot have ever … 

Abruptly, the daisies and glass feel heavy like granite in his arms. He struggles to put them down; Arwen, gracefully, notices and helps him. By the time they are done she is properly kneeling, the way Aragorn had been, just in front of him. 

“Frodo,” she says, softly. It is strange to think of her as the Queen of the realm. It is stranger still to think of Aragorn as the King, despite his easy manner in the market and obvious qualities; the last time Frodo saw him before they were separated, he was covered in dirt and had slept in the same shirt for three nights in a row. Arwen, on the other hand – he maintains that it has been true from the moment he met her: Arwen glows. Literally sometimes. Less now that she is mortal, and on a sunny day like this one it's a little hard to see, but it still lingers around her like a stubborn gauzy cloak.

"My Lady," he says suddenly, before he can stop himself, "is it very hard? Being different from your old self, now, I mean."

The birds twitter; the marketplace bustles; life moves forward on this joyful day in Minas Tirith. Arwen’s hands, wrapped still around his, are cool in a way that is soothing the distance in his heart.

“We are never given burdens we do not have the strength to carry,” Arwen says, with all of her sincerity. 

For the first time in some weeks, Frodo feels the words absorb into him, and lay a gentle blanket on the horrible well of darkness that lingers. 

“I’d be honoured to attend your wedding,” he says. 

Arwen smiles, as brilliant and gentle as the sun. It is only a few short moments that they are joined by a loping gait, and Aragorn is bending over to help Arwen to her feet and ensure Frodo is not too tired to continue.

“You are both well?” he asks, about four additional questions lingering in the back of the look he gives Arwen, but she only nods, and touches his wrist in a soft caress. 

“Quite well, my love. We were discussing your very long legs.”

“And you have told me many a time your fondness –” Aragorn catches himself just in time, which does not do much to make up for the depth of suggestion in his low, affectionate voice just a moment before. “I – ahem. Well, Frodo … I know you are not very fond of dogs, but Lady Dolmoron has a brood of kittens; I thought surely, they would appeal to your gentle sensibilities. And Master Kerrell’s stall just over there offers a delicious smoked eel stew.”

“You know,” Frodo says, “I am sure you’re right, Aragorn. Lunch sounds wonderful. And let us go visit the kittens. I’ll have to tell Sam – he’ll be sure to want to name one.”

It does not become easier, but gentler, somehow. There is a comfort in the presence of friends.

[camphorror]

ok so hello people of tumblr. who wants to know what happened since i last regularly posted here????

i became friends with this girl at work i was loooowkey crushing on, we became too close way too quickly. she confided in me a month and a half into out friendship how she had a crush on a***d which caused her a sexuality crisis bc she was convinced she was gay until then. i felt weird but loved her too much to let something silly like this ruin the friendship. he started hanging out with us, i felt real fucking baaaaaad. life situations led me into telling a***d i liked him for ages. he said we're too good friends to ruin it, we're beyond that point! if i had said something earlier then maybe! then i found out he liked her!!! but he decided because of me he would stop talking to her!! i was living thru insanity bc of it. then me and him spent a month and a half being friends but also more than friends? but also "it's just good friends it's nothing romantic bc i said i don't feel the same i don't wanna ruin it you're one of the utmost important people in my life up there with my childhood friends blahblah" and we cuddled and hugged every time we met, texted every day after work until late at night, went thru a kissing/making out one evening after drinking a lot of alcohol drama. he initiated all of this!!! always!! i was in this weird grey area and thought everything is Fine because i know it's not a good idea

then almost a month ago he decided to ask her out! he didn't tell me in advance (despite the fact i told him if you ever choose to act about your feelings just say so). she did not tell me about it despite me being transparent with her all along, and despite telling me she thinks friendship is more important than all of this. so this went on for a week and a half, without me being told, whilst i was feeling weird asf and convincing myself i'm going crazy because of my anxiety bc everything was Normal. and then i found out thursday march 28th (haha a month ago exactly.. what a coincidence) because we were together and he said he can't wait for a "right time" like she wanted to. all of life collapsed from the feeling of betrayal from and anger at both of them. first i hated her, now i realised i hate him because he was at fault for all this messed up shit and took zero responsibility the one time we talked. i gave 2 of them chances to talk as some closure and we haven't spoken since. i truly hate him and think he's a shit person.

took a whole week off work after that first happened. was depressed at home. one day i decided to dress nicely and go meet my friend who just came back from abroad at the city of christ..... told her everything. then she took me to see a cool hostel i'd like bc it's in an ancient building. guy who works there studied with us but i didn't remember him lol. we talked & had wine then i got tipsy i overshared everything. he was the most charming and cute person i met.... (& a proper proper leftist too). we spent 3 hours there with him despite my friend wanting to kill me bc that WASN'T the plan. he was overly friendly, had a very interesting vibe.. esp abt the situation... then he told me how he's going abroad the next day and perhaps is gonna break up with his ldr gf... we sat together whilst my friend was in another room/on the side on her phone (I APOLOGISED PROFOUNDLY) and he even showed me pics of him from the gym... my biggest regret is when we left, had food with my friend and just got on the bus, he texted me on ig that i should come back to say bye again.. i didnt... then he came back from abroad last week and sort of said if i got the time i should come visit.. so of ci did lol but the Vibe was gone (as like... he didnt break up with the gf and therefore there was no vibe & i was fine with it lol). he asked me if i want him to teach me how to fight and i said yeah so besides updating him again on my woes we also literally fought with each other which was fucking fun. like he was properly teaching me what to do in a fight. i'm still feeling sore (that was 2 days ago) he is so cool and i wanna be his friend now that i am not cr*shing on him...

besides that life is still grim and i am going back to work in a day and gonna have to see those 2 people who ruined my life again aaaaand i know my mental health will take a dive. what do you even do when this shit happens

[modstin]

Woe doesn't like her natural hair-color, but she'll wear it (and this stupid outfit) if her fiancée really wants her to.

(alt on my newgrounds, btw, if you want)

[gw-arena]

WEBCOMIC WAR OF WOE: NIGHT 1 AND DAY 2

We continue with Catwhisker turning into her superform? Except...what is her superform? Is it her in her Family of Intelligent Life outfit or is it her with that QUIRKY HAIRRRR?

And we also see Tina destroy Gregory's guitar and sheets of paper containing song lyrics. Knowing Tina she probably thinks Gregory's music is DEVIL MUSIC.

Peter gets some medical stuff from his mom, Sarah thinks about winning, as she does. Kriti has a moment of existential crisis and Incognito Vixen hates homophobes. I don't care if she hates homophobes, I don't like her anal masturbation.

And it is pretty embarrassing a fucking Lucario got beaten up by a fox with a hatchet. Then again, I don't think Olly had any actual Lucario powers.

Ew. I did not need the mental image of Zack and Nurse Rapist together in their little shack fucking eachother. Mora is too angry to sleep, Giancarlo receives a hatchet as a consolation gift after his comic ended and Austin hosts a party with Scooter, Emulie and Worst Person Ever. Oh wow, I feel bad for Emulie, being in a party with three perverts. Then again, she might enjoy it considering how she likes to be "played with", and I guess Spinny is watching them from a distance.

You know at least Zack and Nurse Rapist are together, what the fuck is Gene and Bowser Jr's excuse for not doing anything with their loved ones?

Speaking of loved ones, Flora ends up killing Alejandra by accident, unfortunately. But at least Chelsea is still alive to kick ass and take names.

And speaking of further Loved Ones, Persephoni has sex with a bodysnatching God. Old habits die hard for the ol' purple eyes. Considering they are both invisible spirit beings with shapeshifting abilities, I guess Persephoni ticked all the boxes for him. Oh my god.

Kathy feels like the type of girl to fend people away from her fire, but THOSE THREE? Or maybe she did the I AM A FUCKING HUNGRY HYENA thing and all three of them got scared. I can buy it.

Trace got a rash after killing Seth, Kevin is a treehugger and Mary has nightmares about those two criminals she shot. GOOD. But that's not important, what is important is that Lexx killed Daisy. I guess Lexx spent more than 1 minute with her and immediately went into "hm...kill" mode.

And Blackbird got some water from Abe. Probably because Abe wants B.B. to drown Duran in it.

And the saddest death of them all, Matt dies. I guess Catwhisker turning into her superform was SO POWERFUL Matt turned into a crisp again and faded away. Godfuckingdamn it Catpiss

Onto Day 2

While Blackbird travels to "higher ground" because she likes Alan Parsons Project, Tina fucking murders Duran by spitting on his fish with her killer hyena spit. I guess she killed him for being black rather than being a werewolf.

And Digit chases after Persephoni. I imagine she turned into her bunny form and Digit got excited. I guess Persephoni is embarrassed after having sex with Karastropov last night.

Speaking of embarrassing things, Zack discovers a river. He will probably stick his dick in there in hopes of getting some hot water spirit girl to spring out. Sadly I did not add an event where a character dies when a fish bites their dick.

We have two murders. Trace kills Incognito Vixen because at this point Trace must just fucking hate invisible animals and Deegan kills Scooter with...uh, Pepe the Fire Ant merchandise? Remember when Deegan turned into He-Man parody? Maybe he turns into Pepe the Fire Ant and loads Scooter full of holes with his two guns. That'd be oddly insensitive for Deegan.

In other news, Lexx replicates the spear Chel used to kill Trasik, not even Once-In-Arc Bear wants anything to do with Kevin, Gregory gets some cooking from Pam and Luna has been doing nothing but thinking about home. That's what happens when your hubby's too busy going insane and killing cartoonists

Eric the vitriolic slaveowner sets up a bomb to kill all the people who are in happy relationships, Catwhisker stalks Peter for...soooome reason, VeERGHmon continues to be a passive dick and Mary is killed by Flora's trap. What kind of a trap can she even do? Is Flora just killing human women because Trace is killing all the animals???

Olly, Alejandra, Daisy, Matt, Duran, Vixen, Scooter, Bowser Jr, Kriti, Sarah and Mary are all gone. Team Warmage is the first faction to be completely wiped out and Team Kit n Kay, Team Spinnerette, Team Werewolves, Team Roommates and Team Others are left down to one member. Meanwhile Team TwoKinds is the only faction where all three members are still alive and they have gathered quite a hefty record of deaths. Will they continue to dominate or will the remaining heroes spring back up?

[lary-the-lizard]

I really dislike the belief we were handed that teenage years are supposed to be full of parties and friends and that if you haven’t experienced that you’re a loser. Like, yeah we as a society kinda moved on from that belief but instead of thinking that people have experienced everything in between and beyond we created another box to put people in. Now we have people that have friends and go to parties and people that don’t have friends and stay home. It’s true that those people exist but hardly incapsulates all of teenagers. Teenage years are life changing but not because they’re the best years or years of close friendships. They’re life changing because your mind has developed to a point that you exist as a self that is pretty self sufficient in many aspects and it’s fucking weird and new. There is no way that teenagers should be or do or have or look or want. For a lot of people being a teenager was awful and for varied reasons. As a teenager you barely know how hold your own form together not to mention know what does and doesn’t suit you. People that really enjoyed their teen years more than any other time period of their lives are rare and it’s fucking tragic that those were their favorite years!

Not having friends as a teen is miserable not because you’re a teen without friends but because you’re without friends. Being at any point in your life without friends is miserable (I don’t mean to downplay the teenage woes). We’ve gotten to a point socially where a lot of people don’t have friends and this is becoming normal to us. This is not an individual issue, this is a public health crisis that our governments are not equipped to handle. Our country doesn’t govern in the interest of the people, it governs to control where the money the goes. Anything that affects us on a personal level is turned into a deal-with it-on-your-own problem. Our country hates community unless it’s controlled. We have barely any places where people can meet up without having to spend money. Do you understand how fucking wrong that is? That makes social life so inaccessible! How the hell are we supposed to make friends when we’re fucking poor? The only places people have to make friends that is normal and mostly reliable is school, church, and work. What if you’re disabled, not religious, and can’t afford school? Is any of that your fault? Does that seem like a personal failing? Now days, even people with friends barely have time to tend to those friendships. We weren’t taught to prioritize friends, we were taught that friends should move in life with us because that’s how it used to work. We used to live in close knit communities, now we travel to towns and cities for work, go to school across the country, and do all our housework alone or with our housemates. We were taught since we don’t do things as a community anymore we have to have girls’ or boys’ night in which we spend money.

We’re forgetting how much we need friends. And I mean just friends; not family, not partners, friends. Friends are necessary for our basic wellbeing. I say this all the time but humans are social animals. We can’t human without each other. We forget what’s normal and start believing that we’re unnatural and harmful. We work too much and hate ourselves for it. We forget how to care for ourselves because we forgot how to love platonically. We need each other so someone can gently pull us back into our bodies without owing anyone anything. We need someone that can look at us and love us just as we are and for that to be enough. Someone to remind us of what we deserve and what kindness looks like. Someone to have our back, to support us even when we’re not there, to hold us a spot in the group, to make sure we’re included. Making friends with the way our society is set is right now is an act of rebellion towards capitalism and the current government. It’s anarchy. And you need to do it not just for your benefit but for everyone’s. And god, it’s so difficult but it will happen. You are worthy of friendship, you are lovable, don’t forget it.

[box-of-roses]

Okay so I guess the writing bug like bit me or something

Who wants to be on a taglist for my pride stories? Just send me a message or comment here

Boyfriend (Alisa): Your boyfriend breaks up with you and your friends drag you to a party. Not happy to be there you bump into Alisa who makes the night worthwhile. (6/1)

Crush (Kiyoko): You gain a crush on your longtime friend and after many failed attempts at getting rid of it you finally tell her. (6/4)

Girls (Yachi): After running into a girl on her way to the club room Yachi has a crisis. After much encouragement from Hinata and Kiyoko she finds the pretty girl and asks her on a date (6/6)

Casual (Saeko): You ended your fwb relationship and go to a bar to mourn the loss of the friendship. You meet a pretty bartender who listens to your woes and offers you solace. After the bar closes she takes you to her house and you watch movies as she comforts you. (6/8)

I have more stories in the works but these are the only ones I'm sharing rn

[dcpamines]

[ quintessa swindell, non-binary, they/he ] - was that HUNTER KING i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-EIGHT year old who has been in nightrest for TWENTY YEARS and works as a/an PARAMEDIC has a reputation of being SHARP, but also DISTANT. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with flirting on the edge between life and death, finding comfort in chaos, not knowing who you are anymore but trying to find it, and missing a person so much you pretend it doesn’t exist. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next. 

full name — hunter king nickname(s) — hunny ( only by their brother and it’s to annoy him )  name meaning — one who hunts, pursuer age — twenty-eight date of birth — november 3rd place of birth — bronx, nyc star sign — scorpio sun, scorpio moon, aries rising  current location — salem, massacusetts  gender — non-binary pronouns — they/he sexual orientation — bisexual religion — atheist  occupation — paramedic/firefighter  education level — paramedic school  family — roscoe king ( father, estranged ), marianne tinley ( mother, estranged ), janine king ( aunt ),  jordan king ( brother ) finances — could be better spoken languages — english, spanish

inspos: rue bennett ( euphoria ) , tk strand ( 911 lone star ) , meredith grey ( greys anatomy ), jo march ( little women ), evan buckley ( 911 ), jeremy gilbert ( the vampire diaries ), steve harrington ( stranger things ), hayley marshall ( the originals ), nick miller ( new girl ), ian gallagher ( shameless ), sarah ( palm springs ), shawn hunter ( boy meets world )

tw: npc character dies on the job, non descriptive

“don’t go where i can’t follow you,” it’s the saying that jordan and hunter have been pinky promising each other since they were kids. hunter was raised by his brother and aunt janny, the three of them thick as thieves, and nyc was hunter’s playground. jordan taught him how to ride a skateboard when he was four, jordan holding onto their small arms, hunte’s legs never hit the ground but it was like they were gliding on the pavement, by ten hunter was skating circles around their brother with janny on her bike trying to keep up with her two children. 

janny was well loved in the community, a mother to many who needed it, always serving home cooked meals, jordan and hunter often bringing home some kind of stray ( whether it be a friend or an animal, all were welcome ). 

when hunter is eight they move from nyc to salem for a job opportunity. it wasn’t an easy thing for hunter to pack of up the only place they’ve known and live somewhere else, while it was phrased as a job opportunity their aunt thought that the two kids needed a change. 

it’s only really when hunter becomes a teenager does the woes of identity crisis start to hit, on top of wishing that you had a mom or a dad to teach you certain things. he’d never tell jordan or janny that — in many ways they knew that jordan probably felt it too. but janny was home and love and comfort. it didn’t mean that it fixed everything. 

hunter was hot and destructive and their teachers not understanding how hunter can be so smart but make such stupid decisions with their life, like it was some sort of gamble. they could never sit still for long, they had to be going somewhere, could never sit still and it would be the downfall, that kind of impulsiveness. hunter made a lot of wrong choices. 

jordan and janny loved them anyway. it wasn’t love that saved them, but the willingness to not become the ghosts of their parents. ( hunter thinks its funny how ghosts work, their parents were still here, just never… here. )

hunter becomes a firefighter after high school, then becomes a paramedic, either way — they see the firehouse more than they see their own apartment. it’s good for hunter, they’re good at what they do, their recklessness and impulsivity will always be their own downfall, but in the end it wouldn’t have mattered. it would take months of their own investigation, friends and family saying, it wasn’t your fault. you did the right thing. 

hunter and their partner got a bad call while on the job, it seemed off at first, hunter had been the one to say that they should wait for backup, its what they train for – scene assessment. scene size up. scene safety. it didn’t feel right, and hunter was usually correct when it came to their gut feelings. it didn’t matter. their partners funeral was days later. and their feelings for their partner would be buried with them. 

jordan moves in with hunter for the first couple of months, janny wants him to come home but he never does. on the outside they’re okay, they try to heal. 

hunter gets a new partner. life goes on.

more fun stuff:

ok look their story is sad but like on the outside they are very chill and act like everything is fine its called repression baby and they are living proof of it !!

v much loves their brother he's their bffl and probably comes as a duo most of the time

looking for best friends & possible roomie , hunter needs a ride or die fr

lowkey a slut ngl !! but they're hot so its ok asdkfnlsd

honestly just needs a hug

hunter still keeps the post cards that his parents send him, in a little box that's kept under his bed. is it healthy?? no !! but they're secretly sentimental and a softie at heart