meowwillwood

[meowwillwood]

POISON (2)

~2200 words, Schlatt × male!reader (although it can be any reader with plenty imagination), exes to lovers

Inspired by @slattlicker 's "FORGIVE ME NOT"

Chapter 2/???

Chapter 1 HERE

❣️ Warning! ❣️ [Smoking, Semi-NSFW -> Masochism, General Angst, Toxic Relationships Rekindled, Sad Gay People]

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Second chances aren't for everyone.

After a less-than-comfortable reunion with a man you had sworn to have moved on from, he managed to hit your soft spot yet again. And now you were letting him back in, if only partially. Just enough for him to have a chance at making up for the way he treated you and the months of grief that followed.

"What?!"

Sarah's voice shouted at you through the speaker of your phone.

Naturally, you had called her first thing after taking the flowers off your porch. She wasn't nearly as excited as you, for whatever reason.

"Y/N. Y/N, after all the shit he did."

Indeed, the flowers were from a man that had managed to tear your heart to shreds in more ways than you were willing to admit.

Between the insisting that your relationship stays private, the lack of reciprocating your affection and the months of no contact, it wasn't exactly easy to forgive him.

But those roses were just so gorgeous.

"I know it's bad, I know."

"... Y/N, if the next thing out of your mouth tries to justify anything he did, I'll kill you with my own two hands."

"... But-"

A slam could be heard on the other end of the line, likely your friend's hand against the table she was sat at.

Whatever it was, it was enough to make you lose your train of thought.

"No! No but! No but, ever. Not with Schlatt."

Although it took you a while to get back on track, you soon managed to speak again.

"You're the one that left me alone with him. Not sure what you expected."

Setting your phone down on the kitchen counter, you began searching your cupboard for an appropriately sized vase.

You couldn't simply let such beauties dry out, could you?

"I expected you to tell him off! How was I supposed to know you'd get right back with him?"

Indeed, you should have told him off. You should have put up a fight, grown a backbone, shown some resistance.

Giving in so easily had never been part of your script.

But the damage was done. All you had left was denial.

"I'm not 'back with' anyone. I'm just offering him a chance to explain himself. Maybe flowers are just how he apologizes."

"Yeah, you wouldn't know how he does that."

A familiar, uncomfortable silence filled the air, full of things you couldn't say without proving her point. You hated just how right she always was.

"Throw them out."

"What?"

"The roses. Throw them out."

Just as you had found a tall enough glass to put them in. Not perfect, not even recommended, but it was good enough for you.

"Wh- no. They're pretty."

"They're from Schlatt."

That didn't change a thing for you and she knew it.

Nevermind where they came from, you liked looking at them.

When she realized that no response would come from you, Sarah raised her voice once more.

"Why didn't you mention this 'second chance' bullshit yesterday?"

A lie comes to mind quickly enough.

"You seemed too focused on driving to deal with it. Plus, you never asked."

"Oh, my God--..."

She sighed loud enough for her microphone to pick it up.

Obviously, you hadn't brought it up to avoid having this exact conversation in person. It was easier when you didn't have to look her in the eyes.

"If he tries anything, and I mean anything, Y/N. You call me. We get you a restraining order. We execute him via firing squad."

That forced a smile onto your lips.

"Yes, ma'am"

"Gotta go. Be smart about this."

You bid your goodbyes and hung up, now left alone with a gift from the man you were supposed to forget about.

By now, you had managed to fill your "vase" with water and get the flowers in. All there was left for you to do was cut the tag off.

That damn handwritten note tied around the flower stems.

Slowly, almost fearfully, you brushed your finger over the paper, briefly struggling to decipher the neat curves of lightly smudged blue ink.

"Promise I'll make it count this time."

- J.S.

Schlatt was sat on his sofa, legs spread apart, one of them bouncing up and down rather nervously.

He had been up since five in the morning and hadn't managed to close his eyes since.

How could he? He had things to do.

Things like buying roses and delivering them to an ex's doorstep.

Things like spending half an hour trying to come up with a single sentence, preferably one that he could read without physically recoiling, to put on that sad little piece of paper he attatched to a handful of flowers.

Flowers that cost a stupidly high amount, considering they would likely wilt in less than three days.

Flowers that he wasn't even sure you would bother picking up. Maybe you had simply kicked them into the bushes.

Maybe that was for the better.

His phone laid face-up on the coffee table, taunting him.

Would you even text him? He hoped so.

Just then, just as he shot that devil's device a glance-

It buzzed.

He reached for it faster than he would be willing to admit.

And there it was, written clear as day.

Y/N: "Didn't take you for the flowery type."

For the first time that day, he allowed himself to let out that breath he had been holding. It was embarrassing just how eagerly he had waited for you to reach out.

Funny, wasn't it?

He made you wait for months and yet he barely managed two hours.

Schlatt: "Didn't take you for the forgiving type. Glad we were both wrong."

Y/N: "Easy, cowboy. Noone mentioned forgiveness."

Schlatt: "You wouldn't be texting me if I wasn't on the right track."

He could only pray he wasn't wrong.

There was still a decent chance that his efforts were to no avail. You could just be trying to get back at him by leading him on.

Or you could mean it.

One can never be too hopeful.

Y/N: "Does your grand scheme end at flowers? I might need a warning otherwise."

His mind twisted at that message. He read it again and again and again- each time as stumped as the last.

You were egging him on. Did you want there to be more? Were you telling him to back off?

God, you were quite the effort.

Schlatt: "Wouldn't want to do too much on day one. Gotta plan efficiently."

Y/N: "Always thinking like a businessman, are you?"

Okay. Alright. Banter. He could work with banter.

Schlatt: "I gotta. Assuming I'll be the one paying for our dates."

Your next message didn't arrive for a moment too long. Just enough to make him second-guess it all.

Y/N: "Dates? You're hopeful."

Schlatt: "Can you blame me?"

Another uneasy while without an answer passed.

The distant sounds of passing cars and sidewalk chatter filled the quiet living room, but didn't exactly help to ease any nerves.

Then, finally:

Y/N: "I probably can and should. Can't say I will tho."

That was the last message you sent before you went offline, leaving Schlatt to stare at his unchanging screen, the dim light shining on his face.

You hadn't brushed him off entirely.

You had even come off as slightly welcoming.

The signs weren't good, but they weren't horrible either.

It was something.

Something good enough for now.

You laid sprawled out on your armchair, staring up at the ceiling, the fabric of your muted blue pullover and worn-out gray sweats sliding smoothly over the light brown leather.

A segment of a familiar jazzy song looped on your phone, which you were now loosely holding in your right hand and paying no mind to.

And in your left, between your index and middle finger, a cigarette balanced, burning as slowly as you were taking a drag.

With smoke raising from the corner of your mouth and filling the room, your thoughts began drifting to old memories.

Sitting on his balcony late at night, passing one of those funny little sticks back and forth, getting lost in meaningless conversations and gazes that lingered just slightly too long.

Those were simpler times.

More miserable, sure. But simpler.

Smoking, although you wouldn't call it a habit of yours, brought you back to way back then. That was likely your favorite part of it.

You could recall sitting on his bed, tangled legs tossing pillows onto the floor.

Between swapping spit and inhaling the smoke that spilled from his lips, you had barely felt his hand pulling up your shirt.

But you most certainly felt the end of his cigarette press against your skin, soothing fingers brushing over the burning wound soon after.

You gasped, stuck somewhere between shock, pain and pleasure, and leaned into him.

That night was one of your better ones. One where you felt like he might not be that ashamed to be with you.

Like he just might stand you.

Like he, despite never saying so, might have loved you, even if only for one evening.

He was chatting up the waitress at the restaurant you visited the next day.

At the time, you told yourself that he was just keeping up the act, trying to convince the audience he didn't have that he was still into women.

Or maybe he was trying to convince himself.

In hindsight, you thought he was just being a dick.

A dick you couldn't help but miss.

From your curiosity, possibly a bit of stupidity, and that certain sense of yearning for what once was, an idea was born.

Slow, careful, hesitant.

Trying to act tough despite having noone to prove yourself to around.

Your muscles tensed under your own touch as you pulled down your collar.

Maybe getting back together with Schlatt wasn't that bad of an idea. It had been a while since you had any action with a second party.

Holding your breath, you pushed the lit end of your cigarette against your collarbone and twisted it lightly.

A groan rolled past your lips, rumbling somewhere deep in your chest.

It was a nostalgic, stinging pleasure.

One that lasted and stuck with you long after he left.

Before you had the chance to take another drag, a loud, frankly obnoxious knock became audible at your door.

You twitched, startled, and jumped to your feet.

As you stumbled and tripped to the front entrance, passing whatever little home decor you had, you tried your best to cover the round burn on your skin.

Upon swinging the door open, you saw a pair of light blue eyes looking back at you from behind a round pair of glasses and loose, blonde-ish brown curls.

Sarah.

Wearing a long, frilled skirt and tight longsleeve, giving you a slight smile, a tupperware box in hand.

"Hey!"

Her voice was light, carefree.

Yours, on the other hand, came out more strained than anything else.

"Hi... Uh. You didn't say you were comin' over."

"Figured the best way to keep you from getting too stupid was to play babysitter."

She pushed past you, slipping out of her shoes.

"Plus, my plans got canceled last-minute."

You were quite used to her coming over, announced or not, and she never failed to make herself at home.

Somehow, her presence made the place light up.

Taking a seat on your couch along with a deep breath, her eyes darted to your hand, in which you still held your now-finished cigarette.

"You've been smoking again."

You swallow. The ashes on your carpet weren't helping your case.

"Yeah. Just today."

There was no way in hell she believed you.

"And Schlatt? Did you two talk again?"

"Sort of."

"Sort of?"

"We texted."

With a nod, she popped off the tupperware lid, revealing a dozen or two of cookies underneath, likely homemade.

"Anything come of it?"

"Barely. But he did mention dates."

The air in the room seemed to shift slightly. Not necessarily into something worse, just something cautious, aware.

Sarah set the lid down on your coffee table and leaned back with crossed arms and a raised brow.

"Dates." She paused for a deep breath.

"You'll be going on dates again?"

"If it goes his way, yeah."

Once again, a brief silence set in and you suddenly became much more aware of every inch of your body.

She was analyzing your every move. Getting her answer without you even opening your mouth.

"Haven't decided yet. You told me to get back on the market."

"On the fresh market, preferably."

"Why get something new if the old one still works?"

Wrong move.

With a bitter mutter under her breath and a cuss here and there, she looked away, shifting her focus to the window rather than you.

"Still works. The old thing still works? The old thing sucked ass and and treated you like the shit he steps in every morning."

"Maybe he got an upgrade."

"Maybe you just desperately need the newer model."

You knew too well how right she was. Unfortunately and against your better judgement, that didn't mean you would change your ways in the foreseeable future.

"I'll be fine, Sarah."

Although you meant to calm her down in saying so, you clearly needed to hear it more than she did.

This time had to be different, it had to be better.

This time it had to go well.

What other option was there? A second failure?

That wouldn't do.

So you would make it work.

You had to, after all.

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[meowwillwood]

OOC but oh ehm gee there I am !!

I made a thing.

(Thoughts and tags undercut.)

Okay. So I wanted to draw even more woodlings but I lost motivation so I decided to post what I got done so far. I may or may not continue and later on post even more. If I get motivation again, I will. I actually missed out drawing some cool designs like Agressive Neutrality. Adding up, I started this before the war came back and so now we got even more woodlings which I may or may not draw in the future.

Anyhow, I'm going to try to tag everyone to their main blog if I can find it.

Also, if any of you got your woodling in art fight maybe share your user so I can go and maybe attack you with this and something else.

Bald Will Wood -> @screaming-rocks

Hair Will Wood -> @frogsdeservecereal + @screaming-rocks

Love Me Normally Will Wood's Hat -> @the-ballad-of-dr-jekyll

Hat Will Wood -> @leave-a-l1ght-on

Rat Will Wood -> @ribcagedotmp3

Will Wood's Luscious Locks -> @xhypiseepyx

Meow Will Wood -> @meowwillwood (I can't find their main)

Woof Will Wood -> @befuddlednettle

Emo Will Wood -> @thatisaloaf

Willsune Woodku -> @willsune-woodku-39 (I can't find their main)

Eviler Wizard Will Wood -> @hws-scotland-enthusiast

Jimmy Mushrooms -> @silly-filly

Liminal Will Wood -> @wood-glue-taboo

Divorced Civilian -> @divorcedbasil

Rob Will Wood -> @theultimaterewatcher

Hawley Will Wood -> @hawley-will-wood (I can't find their main)

[meowwillwood]

AI and why it pisses me off.

Doing schoolwork used to be rewarding.

Not rewarding enough to be worth all those nights I would stay up only to barely finish a project in time, but rewarding nevertheless.

The feeling of submitting an essay I was particularly proud of, adding the last stroke on a month-long art assignment, finally figuring out a math formula I had been struggling with, begrudgingly picking up a school lecture only to be surprised that I ended up enjoying it.

Now it feels empty.

In a time where more than few students do not bother doing much beyond typing a prompt into a machine, putting any effort in feels like overkill.

Why spend hours on something that can take less than a minute? Why waste passion on something that is just as "good" when it is soulless?

At least some teachers bother forbidding AI in their classes. Not that it has much effect. Students will cheat and break rules no matter what you tell them.

What is worse than a student passing off their work to a robot is a teacher that does the same.

In a Spanish class I attend, we were told to ask ChatGPT for exercises on a certain grammar topic (oraciones condicionales, for those who are curious).

It was of no use. At first, the AI replied exclusively in English. Then, it marked wrong answers as correct. In the end, it stopped replying altogether.

A review with no human insight behind it is essentially worthless. How could a string of code begin to understand our emotions? It couldn't. It could only assume what they are like.

This argument has been made by artists countless times as well; the "art" any AI makes lacks substance because it lacks feeling.

There is nothing beyond visual a machine can transmit. Least of all meaning.

My art, my writing, my characters each reflect a piece of me. Whether that be my past, present or potential future; my art is a part of me and I am a part of my art.

Art is a lens through which I can help others see the world from my perspective. My fears, my preferences, my conflict, my shortcomings, my understanding of things.

What can a program offer?

Perhaps perfection. Perhaps a more consistent pattern. Perhaps more detail.

Yet none of that makes up for its one-dimensional shallowness.

I am sick of the first result to my Google search being an AI summary, I am tired of seeing poorly generated images of animals fused with objects, I am fed up with Instagram informing me that MetaAI can improve my three-word message and I am done with people defending any of it.

You do not need to ask ChatGPT something you can Google. You do not need to generate an image you can find on Pinterest. You do not need Character.AI for a roleplay you can do with someone else, a fanfiction you can find online or an interaction you can write yourself. A drawing, if not made by you, can be commissioned from other artists, or recreated using free, human-made websites (e.g. Picrew).

You have no excuse to replace humanity with a machine. You are simply too lazy to feel remorse.

P.S. This is not to say that any and all usage of AI is evil. There is potential to make something of value out of this. One day, at least. Give it a decade, if we are still around by then.

[meowwillwood]

Introduction

Welcome to my blog.

Just a few basics about me, although I will try to keep this account less personal and more for rants or projects.

General:

My name is Sloth. I use exclusively he/him pronouns. I speak Romanian (native), German and English, along with a little Spanish and French.

I like to write short stories and create original characters, both of which often include themes such as religion, death, guilt, and identity of self. I hope to post about them here.

Likes:

Music: The Rolling Stones, Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Tyler The Creator, Jschlatt, Supertramp, Steely Dan, Eagles

Games: Animal Crossing, Undertale, Deltarune, Pokémon, Hollow Knight, Minecraft, Omori, most Mario games

Other Media: Spiderman/Spiderverse/Venom (Marvel), Batman (DC), Lord of the Rings/Hobbit (Tolkien), Animal Farm (George Orwell), Black Cat (Edgar Allan Poe), Death Note (Tsugumi Ohba)

I am also a big fan of animals and nature :)

Dislikes:

AI, Mihoyo, Loud noises, Most sports, Spiders, Cryptobros, Wasps, Raw eggs, Silence, Coffee, Spiders again (fuck those guys, Bald people, Texas

Characters:

Roman Stan (First image by @luaa-moon, second by @belobogsroach):

Jericho Shepherd (Images by @belobogsroach. This might just be Jschlatt):

Lucille (Image by @belobogsroach) and Starboy and Scribble (Image by me):

Not a character, but my dog Bella:

Thank you for reading!

[meowwillwood]

OOC but I cannot even begin to wrap my head around that line of logic. I'll attempt to explain my view of things, but knowing the internet, it won't do much.

I won't act like fans shipping the DSMP characters isn't weird as hell, but I suppose it is a little less weird than the will wood shipping, since at the very least those are personas made by the real people behind them.

Put yourself in the position of Will Wood for a moment. Imagine you're just trying to live your life, only to find out the kids are making seventy or so different blogs of you (one with hair, one without, one with a wig, etc) and start beefing about whether being bald or having hair is better. Not the most normal of fandom activities, but it's not hurting anyone.

Now imagine those same kids (because there's no way anyone here is of age and talking about "will wood yaoi") start drawing you and writing about you making out with yourself.

Imagine the fandom, who one of the few boundaries you have with are "don't be freaks" and "don't sexualize me" start posting selfcest of you.

I for one would think that's pretty fucking strange. That's because it is.

Have your will wood war. Have your political disputes about some man's scalp, sure. But maybe don't make him literally fuck himself.

This is not even to mention the weirdass "mpreg polycule" shit I've seen in the discord server.

"Hahaha look guys! This will wood is a twink and wears miniskirts and likes to fuck!!" Grow up. I beg of you.

will wood hair war gay fanfic

bald stared at hair from across the bedroom of the hotel. how he wished those beautiful locks of hair were sat in his lap, ready to be played with, pet like a small animal. he sighed and checked his phone. nothing about this made sense. he was bald, hair had hair. they didn't have anything in common.

"bald? what were you staring at me for?"

bald jumped and blushed at the sudden sound of the haired man's voice. he didn't realize hair'd been paying attention.

"s- sorry!" bald played with his hands and avoided eye contact. this was unexpected but.. nice.

"hey, don't be sorry." hair moved over to bald's bed. "people get lost in thought sometimes. at least, i assume that's why you were staring.."

"no, it.. wasn't that.." bald scooted away from hair. "it was just that.. well.. i like looking at you."

hair's face lit up with mild shock. "h- huh?"

bald nodded and covered his face with his hands. "god, i'm such an idiot, i shouldn't have said anything.."

hair frowned. he took bald's hands in his. "then look at me. look at my face if you like it so much."

and without another beat, hair took bald's face in his hands and gave him a quick kiss. it was soft and sweet. hair pulled away with a coy smile and dropped his head.

bald was shocked. "you.. do care.."

"of course i care. just because we're different doesn't mean i can't.. love you.."

"hair.." bald wrapped his arms around the other man. "stay over here, please..?"

"of course." hair held bald in his arms and patted his beautiful, shiny head. "i'll stay here as long as you need."

💙💜

@hairwillwood @baldwillwood

[meowwillwood]

Gang I know it’s called Will War 1 but can the hair war stuff please just end here. Or at least soon. The bit has ran its course I feel, that’s why I dropped out

[meowwillwood]

OOC I can't even lie this Will War shit has been pissing me off for a good week or two now HAHAHAA

I was gonna give meowwillwood some poetic ending but I do NOT! have enough love in my heart for this anymore

I'm not really in the main thing anymore but uh. Wowie. Quitting announcement! I don't wanna take part in the elections or in any other war related thingies. This blog will probably just go inactive

Y'all have fun tho. Byee

[meowwillwood]

my dearest Meow,

are you safe? it has felt like an awfully long time since you said you would catch up to me. should I return to you? I know not these lands nearly as well as you do.

I can hardly stand being apart from you for so long. I will do anything I need to for you.

yours truly,

- wig

My dearest, Wig,

I am glad to inform you that I am safe. Safe as any of us are with Liminal and those beasts running around. I believe I have found a space that shall be good enough for temporary shelter.

Ever since you have run off and I have escaped, I have been looking for you, and much to my dismay, I have done so to no avail. Have you a landmark of sorts that is near you? Anything to help me find you? If so, please do inform me.

I myself have realized that your absence is hardly bearable. And in my time searching for you, attempting to find you so we may once again be united, I have come to the conclusion that I still stand by my words, strongly so.

We should run off together. Think, my darling Wig, just how wonderful it could be to live in a land far from these, somewhere where the people know us not, and we know them even less. To begin again, to enjoy our peace together, until death, a peaceful one, do us part.

Have we not suffered enough? Has this war not scarred us sufficiently? I say this has been enough to last us another few lifetimes.

I hope I may find you soon.

Sincerely yours, and yours alone,

- meowwillwood

[meowwillwood]

I will be safe, so I swear. But you need to get yourself out of here first. This individual is set on eliminating any and all Wills and Woods. You are in grave danger. I, however, have convinced them that I am neither of those things he seeks to eradicate. I may have a chance.

@baldwillwood @hairwillwood @liminalwillwood @ everyone at ides celebration *loud banging on the door* WILL WOODS! YOUR TIME HAS COME, FOR IT IS THE 15TH

[meowwillwood]

We will run, we will find refugee and we will live in peace. That I promise you.

And, God forbid this happens, even if we may not find success in this life, I do pray that we may in the next. No matter what, I promise to remain by your side.

Our Announcement!

crimson of @hairwillwood and I are in yaoi with eachother!

[meowwillwood]

Goddamnit, I forgot about you.

@wigwillwood run, run quick! I will catch up to you soon enough.

@baldwillwood @hairwillwood @liminalwillwood @ everyone at ides celebration *loud banging on the door* WILL WOODS! YOUR TIME HAS COME, FOR IT IS THE 15TH

[meowwillwood]

Bald lives on! I could have never imagined that I take joy in such news!

Stands shakily

EVERYONE! I am alive!

crimson of @hairwillwood saved me with the power of True’s Yaois Kiss..

[meowwillwood]

Be not afraid, Wig. A new tyrant is rising, but you have done your part. You are free, unshackled from the plague that is this endless war.

Best we can do now is flee. Liminal is unleashing his wretched creations upon the world. Running might be one of our only chance at survival, considering the sheer power of those beasts.

Come with me, my dearest ally. Join me in my escape. We must no longer bear victim to this torture of back and forth.

What say you?

Our Announcement!

crimson of @hairwillwood and I are in yaoi with eachother!

[meowwillwood]

How could you? Once peace has finally settled upon this forsaken land, you not only take down the previous, now redeemed, tyrant, but you also become the new one? Have we learned nothing? Is history bound to be repeated so quickly? Think, liminal, think! Do not let your greed for power overtake you so quickly, not now that we have chance at an ending!

Go my fucked up creations!!! Reek havoc on this banquet!!!!

[meowwillwood]

Just as He came to reveal His peace with the Haired one! Why must this happen?

Our Announcement!

crimson of @hairwillwood and I are in yaoi with eachother!

[meowwillwood]

WHAT THE FUCK

Our Announcement!

crimson of @hairwillwood and I are in yaoi with eachother!

[meowwillwood]

Oh! Oh my! The rumors were true?

Good for you two!

Our Announcement!

crimson of @hairwillwood and I are in yaoi with eachother!