#I'm just forced to make shit and more shit and more shit and it's shit

[howitcouldgoes]

for all my ragatha haters out there

I am not one of them

I love Ragatha - in fact I'm a firm believer if you hate Ragatha.. you kind of have to hate Jax too. I can understand where potential confusion might come from since despite this episode focusing more on Ragatha's past compared to Jax's we do get to hear most of it through Jax's perspective. Which leads me to believe personally ep. 6 will be the opposite. Jax's backstory and how Ragatha will react to that information.

But still, Ragatha is one of the most human characters out of the whole cast(tied with Gangle) to me personally. She feels the need to be happy and positive NOT BECAUSE she's trying to manipulate anyone - but because she doesn't want anyone to focus on the negative and abstract. That's her method of keeping herself and everyone else sane. Almost blind encouragement and a positive attitude things will turn out okay - because what else is there?

She seems the closest to Kinger whose whole mentality is "The worst thing you could do in this world is make someone feels unloved or unwanted." and to hold onto memories and connections because they're all we have.

And then you have her mother - who is her only memory. She grew up with someone who made her feel like shit, unloved and unwanted - Ragatha confesses this when she literally says "And my mother... I doubt she misses me."

No Ragatha is not perfect, but she was forced to be in her childhood and early adult life.

I genuinely don't believe she's trying to manipulate anyone - and especially not intentionally.

Ragatha's positive attitude towards Pomni and her friendliness is because she sees herself in the jester - in Ep. 2 Ragatha confides in Kinger about this on the candy truck, seeing how horrible of a day Pomni had when she first got here and compared it to her negative reaction when she first arrived too. She's not trying to steal her from Jax or force her to be happy all the time - the only reason she retaliates with something like that is because she believes Jax is trying to turn Pomni bad - and the last thing she or anyone needs is a second Jax.

So her jealously in Ep. 5 when Jax is growing close to her - IN THE MATTER OF A FEW MINUTES BTW - when Ragatha has tried for four episodes now to befriend her is killing her.

Hence why she's so relatable. Ragatha's inability to get angry without consequences(most likely from her mother), raised to be happy and perfect, humbling herself quickly by calling herself just a farm girl - is why people now think she's tricking everyone - but that's just it. She is just a girl, and by the sound of her and how Ep. 5 ended - she grew up with absolutely no friends.

It brings us back to that question we all had at some point in our lives: "Why does no one like me?" "Why does no one want to be friends with me?" "Is it me?" "Am I the problem?"

Ragatha watches Pomni, the girl she wanted to befriend so badly not out of pity or a selfish desire but because she thought Pomni was lonely just like her - walk away with Jax. And then watches Zooble and Gangle walk off with Kinger mindlessly following because he doesn't care and we see her standing all alone.

And there she debates: Does she want to keep pestering Jax and Pomni? Like a bother? Like she finds him annoying but here she is anyway chasing after him..

or does she follow the trio that didn't even realize she got left behind?

I love this little Raggedy Anne look-alike because I see so much of myself in her. She just wants to be good and yet that overly positive attitude and friendliest over the years is growing tired and annoying and the only person willing to tell her that isn't even Jax. Not directly anyway. With no one to tell her what to do - how to improve - what can be done differently - Ragatha can only keep asking herself those same questions and keep trying with the same approach.

Jax may be my favorite character - but I just don't agree with his view on Ragatha. I think she's a delight.

But if you deadass just hate Ragatha because she's annoying to you, or boring, then okay idc disregard the above-

btw i know ive been spamming so much tadc this might be my last post temporarily but i wanna make a few things clear for ppl who shockingly hate my girl

[littlegrapejuice]

Grid Mum 7 | MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: Kimi gets his first podium, and you're crying like you just witnessed your kid walk for the first time. Bonus: Franco being bullied on a plane.

Author's Note: I'm still so so happy ab kimi's podium, i was fr super proud and i can't wait for him to get others + for the rest of the rookies to get one in the future🤍

F1 MASTERLIST🏎 | Previous Part | Next Part

Kimi didn’t care about what people would think. He didn’t care about how it would look when his first instinct after hugging his team was to make his way towards the sea of Red Bull employees. Because amongst those employees who were here in parc fermé to celebrate Max’s P2, there was you.

Your smile was wide, cheeks almost hurting. And as soon as your eyes met Kimi’s, you grinned harder – if that was even possible.

“You did it!” You told Kimi once his arms were around you.

“I did it!” He echoed your words. His voice was muffled by his helmet, but the happiness and joy were obvious.

Pulling back from his embrace, your hands went to hold Kimi’s helmet. The rookie noticed that your eyes were tearing up a bit, and his couldn’t help but do the same too.

“That was a wonderful race, Kimi. I’m so proud of you.” Your tone was soft, conveying how genuine you were.

“Thank you!” Kimi’s eyes were enough to express his gratitude for your support, and they showed that he was smiling under his helmet. When someone from his team called him for his post-race duties before the podium, he quickly turned towards the voice then met your eyes once again. “Bye, I love you!” Next thing you know, he was gone from your side.

It wasn’t supposed to be such a big deal that Kimi was saying that he loved you – you had been mothering him since the season had started and had supported him through his unfortunately numerous DNFs. But still, it made you feel warm inside.

You observed as Kimi hugged George once again before Max went to congratulate him as well. You obviously would’ve loved to see your boyfriend winning this race, but this would definitely be one of your favourite podiums of the year – it wasn’t everyday that one of your grid kids featured on it. And such a wholesome scene it was to watch, as Max had a wide smile on his face while spraying Kimi with champagne. The tension between him and George had dissipated despite the accusations they had made against each other during the safety car earlier. They were just both enjoying their podiums and appreciating their own success – they also had to play pretend at being a happy little family to not ruin Kimi’s first podium.

You were truly over the moon for both Max and Kimi, so you obviously wanted to celebrate with them. And despite Kimi desperately wishing he could say yes, he had been forced to refuse:

“I can’t go partying… I got homework”, he reminded you as he thought about his final exams awaiting him.

“Then we’ll celebrate later if you graduate”, Max said with a shrug.

“When you graduate”. You sent a look to Max, one that meant to be invested in Kimi’s education even if Max’s hadn’t been his focus years ago.

“Yeah… if, when… same thing.”

“It’s not!” You and Kimi both argued.

“Have some faith in me, mate. I studied hard for this”, Kimi claimed.

“We studied hard”, George added as he joined the conversation.

“You’re not the one doing the exam, though. Not sure you could even manage”, you teased him.

“Please, I could ace it.” George raised an eyebrow at you, a challenging look in his eyes. “Could you?”

“I’m pretty sure I helped Kimi more than you did. Weren’t you the one who delegated the work to the engineers?”

You and George held eye contact for several seconds, neither of you looking away. That was until Kimi intervened.

“Okay guys, please no weird tension.” Kimi waved his hand in front of your and George’s faces, thus breaking the eye contact between the two of you. “Max and George finally figured their shit out – kinda, I don’t need another Verstappen-Russell fall out.”

“Good thing I ain’t a Verstappen, then.”

Yet, Max wanted to add. Even Kimi and George thought the same thing, both of them knowing that it was only a matter of time before it would eventually happen. You were practically one already, and it wasn’t an actual change in last names or a ring on your finger that would ever affect how you relationship with Max already was.

…..

Despite you skipping the F1: The Movie premiere in NYC, it almost felt like you were there with how much the rookies were talking about you. Due to the drivers all going to the same place, it made sense that some of them would be sharing a plane. So that was how Ollie, Franco, and Gabriel ended up travelling together with Lando.

“You should’ve forced her to come with us if you were gonna miss her that much”, Lando complained. He was so close to texting you to leave Max wherever he was and to come get your kids.

“Max didn’t want to come so… whose plus one she would’ve even been?” Ollie asked. “I have my girlfriend already.”

“Same,” Gabriel said with a nod.

“I would have gladly taken her if I didn’t care about the risks of Max running me off track once the pictures would be released. Imagine this: Max’s girlfriend was Lando’s plus one at the premiere, I’m done for!”

“I could have taken her”, Franco chimed in.

“Oh trust me, we know.” Gabriel rolled his eyes at Franco's words, and leaned back in his seat.

Lando and Ollie looked at each other, not sure whether they understood what was going on.

“Are we missing something?” Lando wondered.

Gabriel opened his mouth to explain the situation, before Franco interrupted him:

“Nothing’s going on, no. You’re not missing any vital piece of information.” Franco put on his best innocent smile and tried to think of a way to change the topic.

“That’s a lie”, Gabriel argued. “See, little Franco there did the only thing we had told him not to.”

“Which was?” Lando asked.

But Gabriel didn’t even have time to reply, that Ollie immediately understood what had happened.

“You did not?!” His accusatory tone was directed towards Franco, as Ollie couldn’t believe it.

“Maybe…?” Franco looked away, not liking his business being aired out.

“When was it?” Ollie questioned both Gabriel and Franco, his eyes darting between the two rookies.

“When was what?” Lando was completely lost, and he was definitely not enjoying being excluded from the drama.

“We gave one rule to Franco before Imola,” Ollie finally explained. “Just one tiny little rule.”

“Don’t flirt with Max’s girlfriend”, Gabriel added.

“Okay.” Lando was carefully listening and nodding, showing his investment in the story. “And how long did it take him to break it? Two, three weeks?”

“A day”, Gabriel said.

“A day?” Ollie repeated. “That’s insane, Franco. Imola was…” Ollie started counting in his head, to figure out when it had happened. “More than a month ago! We should revoke any grid mum privilege you’ve ever had.”

“I didn’t have many to start with”, Franco muttered.

“Does Max know?” Lando had no idea whether he expected a positive or negative answer, just wanting to know more about the situation.

“He apparently threatened Franco”, Gabriel explained with a snicker.

“That was traumatising. I had Mad Max in front of me,” Franco dramatised.

“Now that’s something I would’ve liked to see!” Lando started laughing, imagining how Max had intimidated the young driver. “He hasn't driven you into the wall since then, though. So consider him being generous with you.”

“Wanna know what I think?” When the three drivers nodded, Ollie shared his thoughts. “I feel like Max didn’t actually see you as a real threat. Sure you tried to flirt with his girlfriend–”

“Extremely fucked up of you to do that”, Gabriel interrupted Ollie to add his comment.

“Agreed. But yeah, Max is definitely not the guy to get insecure. He knew you had no real chance anyways”, Ollie finished explaining.

“Damn… you have no game, mate.”

“Lando, please don’t bully me as well.” Franco sighed. “I have game! But obviously, it works better when I’m not going after a taken woman!”

“We have yet to see this skill of yours this year”, Gabriel teased.

“Oh God…” Franco groaned as he put his head in his hands.

The Argentinian wouldn’t hear the end of it until the plane had landed. And he knew that once Isack as well as Liam would know, those two would definitely gang up on him too – spoiler: they did.

…..

Meanwhile, in Belgium…

Max had offered you to come see him race in Spa, and you had gladly accepted to show him your support while he pursued this new interest of his. You hadn’t given it a second thought, not really caring about missing the F1: The Movie premiere. Max might have taken you if you had truly wanted to go, but he hadn’t hidden at all the satisfied grin on his face when you had told him that you didn’t want to see Brad Pitt overtake your boyfriend and win all the races that Max had actually won last year.

So while most of the drivers were on their way to New York, you and Max were currently on your way to Spa after a quick pit stop back home. You had just finished typing a text to wish Kimi luck for his final exams, when your nose suddenly started itching right before your body forced you to sneeze.

“Bless you”, Max simply said without looking up from his phone. “Hope no one’s talking badly about you.”

“It might just be allergies”, you argued.

“Or the rookies not being able to shut up about you”, Max teased.

It was honestly your allergies acting up, but Max was also not wrong to trust a silly superstition for once.

..........

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Hope y'all enjoyed this!! I'm honestly loving writing short chaps in between double/triple headers bc it's like a nice change of pace so don't hesitate to tell me if y'all like them too :)

I think isack was acc on the same plane as them (idk ab liam bc bro appears nowhere) but when i eventually noticed, it was too late to change and i was too lazy to add him🤗

Also we reached 500 followers!! It still feels insane that there are this many people supporting me and my silly fics so thanks y'all🫶🏻🫶🏻

See you soon, take care of yourselves, love y'all xx

[venusbyline]

Out of Love (1/4)

— summary: Everyone talks about how Aegon the Conqueror married one sister out of duty and the other one out of desire. Unlike his ancestor, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon wants to marry both his aunt and his cousin out of love.

— pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Targtower!reader x Baela Targaryen

— type: smut

— chapter's warnings: female!reader, Targcest (nephew/aunt & cousin/cousin), threesome FFM (female/female/male), throuple, corruption kink, vaginal sex, doggy style position, oral sex (female receiving), cunnilingus, fingering, scissoring/tribadism, creampie, overstimulation, secret relationship, cuddling & snuggling, aftercare, dom!Jacaerys, sub!reader, dom!Baela, reader is Alicent's second daughter, mild hurt/comfort, kinda fluff too, canon divergence (No The Dance of the Dragons), porn with plot. no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

— author's notes¹: I'm not a Jacela shipper, but I had the idea for this shortfic yesterday. So... I'm writing for them hahaah btw, don't worry cuz this story wouldn't be a love triangle, the characters are a throuple, the three of them love each other equally, they just have different dynamics between them.

— author's notes²: Out of Love is a mini series involving Targcest, throuple and forbidden love.

— author's notes³: Each chapter will contain its own trigger warnings.

— author's notes⁴: If you want to be tagged for the next chapters, tell me!!! <3 <3

❥ Jacaerys masterlist • HOTD masterlist

❥ about me • main masterlist

You were on Jacaerys' bed for the third time that week, enjoying the carnal pleasures that he and his betrothed were willing to teach you.

Ever since Rhaenyra succeeded to the Iron Throne and the entire family was forced to get closer, you had become almost inseparable from your nephews and cousins — which had deeply irritated your mother and your brother Aemond, although you did not mind so much, because at least you could have some true friends.

Surprisingly, both the crown prince and Baela showed an intense interest in you, something that was wrong — at least in the eyes of the Seven —. You tried to resist at first, denying their advances and saying that you were saving yourself for a future marriage.

All that resistance fell apart when you caught them having sex during a random afternoon. The sight of Baela riding on Jacaerys' cock, her breasts bouncing right in front of his face as he grabbed her hips to help her move even faster... It was too much for you, and you did not even try to hide your accidental presence there.

After that day, the couple dedicated themselves to showing you a lot of sexual things that could be pleasurable for you and would not take your maidenhead — since you were afraid that you would not get a propitious betrothal if you were not a virgin anymore.

On that night in question, Baela was eating you out and Jacaerys was fucking her from behind at the same time.

"Mmm, that feels so good..." Baela moaned when Jacaerys fucked hard inside her, hitting that most sensitive spot.

"So fucking good..." Jacaerys grabbed her hips for more intense thrusts, growling when she shook her ass to tease him. His attention turned to you as he saw you squeezing your own breasts and enjoying Baela's full lips sucking on your clit. "Is Baela making you feel good, sweetheart?"

You opened the eyes and stared at Jacaerys behind his betrothed, who was between your spread legs. "Yeah, baby... It feels so good." The sweet, trembling praise made Baela chuckle, sending a tingle through your bundle of nerves.

Speeding up his movements, Jacaerys slapped Baela's ass once, tilting his body down so he could grab her curly, white hair and push her a little further against your cunt.

Baela gasped in pleasure, because of the rough thrusts and the sweet taste of your juices soaking her face. Sensing that Jacaerys was close to the high, she wiggled her ass again against his groin and increased the stimulation on his cock.

"B-Baela... Shit, love, I am going to cum," Jacaerys' moan sounded like a whimper and he almost felt ashamed of himself. However, despite his desire to cum on your breasts or your face, he remembered about the same fetish shared by the three of you. Then he grabbed both of Baela's buttocks one last time before spilling his seed inside her tight cunt.

The princess hummed at the delightful feeling of Jacaerys' cock throbbing and filling her insides with dense, warm spurts.

The poor boy barely had time to recover, pulling himself out and lying on the other side of the bed, his head aching a little bit from the pleasure. He looked at his seed dripping from Baela's entrance, giving a weak smile and taking a deep breath at the sight of her purplish inner lips.

Lying there, Jacaerys rested while Baela sat up, only to fit her legs over yours right away. A whine escaped your lips at the sticky sensation of Baela's cunt on you, Jacaerys' cum making everything slippery.

She held one of your legs to keep them wide open, lips parted and brow furrowed, a clear demonstration of how aroused you were making her feel. One of your hands went up to her breast, the soft weight in your palm sending shivers down both of yours.

"Baela..."

"I am close too, darling..." She whispered, biting the lower lip as she heard your needy whimper. Rolling her hips back and forth, Baela arched her head back, moaning loudly when your two clits rubbed against each other.

The chambers filled with the wet sounds of your cunts and the ones of pleasure as you both reached the climax. The pace of Baela's hips stuttered, but she kept moving them so she could prolong her high, stopping only when she heard your whimper and realized that you were already too overstimulated.

"She will have to go back to her private chambers in a few hours..." Baela whispered, stroking your silver hair while you slept snuggled against Jacaerys' sweaty chest.

The crown prince clenched his jaw, looking at your sleepy form. You seemed so serene like that, together with them, resting after experiencing one more hint of the pleasure they were capable of giving you. It was not fair that you had to sneak out of there and leave them so soon.

It was not fair that you had to leave them.

Noticing the silence of her cousin, Baela gossiped with a tense tone: "Rumors are running through King's Landing. You know... They are about the fact Alicent is probably considering a betrothal between her and Daeron."

There was no surprise on Jacaerys's face, but rather anger. He knew about the rumors and he also knew that you had plenty of suitors from other Houses, all of them interested in a political alliance. You were beautiful, young, fertile and with your maidenhead intact, besides being a Targaryen princess. Any single lord in his right mind would try to have a chance.

That did not make the situation any easier to overcome. "I do not want this to happen. And I know very well that you do not want that either."

Baela remained quiet for a few moments, her heart warming seeing you and Jacaerys cuddling in his bed, the after-sex smell making her aroused for the second time in that night — though she was not going to say anything about it, considering everyone was exhausted and Jacaerys were quite tense, just like herself.

The last thing Baela and Jacaerys wanted was to have to end whatever was going on between the three of you someday. The idea of you marrying someone, really falling in love with your future husband, or at least being forced to be faithful to him panicked them...

They wanted you. They needed you. They loved you too much to let you move on any time soon.

“I could try to convince my mother and then marry both of you,” Baela raised an eyebrow at Jacaerys’ words, clearly not shocked by the prince’s impulsive decision. He seemed to realize that too, because he immediately frowned, all frustrated. "Do not give me that look, love. I would not be the first Targaryen man to do something like that. Aegon the Conqueror married both of his sisters. Maegor the Cruel had six wives."

"Well, that is the problem. One of them was a conqueror and the other one was a tyrant. It's not like the people of Westeros would accept something like that these days," She did not add the fact that he being considered a bastard by the Realm was already enough of an obstacle that his legitimacy as heir might be challenged at some point. He understood what she thought without her even having to say it, though he did not want to admit that she was right. "Being the next king and queen does not give us the freedom to have our every wish granted, Jace."

Jacaerys sighed, too tense for his own good, closing his eyes and trying hard to keep the mind free of melancholy or angry thoughts. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Baela drew his attention back. "However, we can at least try."

[fedoraspooky]

Sorry I'm thinking about old webbed sites again, but I was just havin a conversation on Bluesky about how the way social media is set up to force artists to churn shit out so fast just to be seen that we don't even slow down enough to really look at what other people are making, and just...

I think the way deviantART was set up was way healthier. By DESIGN. What do I mean by this? Well, think about how things are now. Every major social media has a dashboard people scroll that is endless. That is the main way you encounter art, supposedly by people you follow. It depends honestly. On instagram that's a fuckin' rarity, but I digress.

You have a dashboard, and let's say you only have a little bit of time to look through it. When the time's up, you close the app or tab or what have you, and everything that you didn't see in your scroll now might as well be gone forever. You probably won't ever see it, unless the poster reblogs/reposts/bumps it in some way, during a different time of day when you're more likely to catch it. Algorithms that force constant posting for a boost are bad enough, but so is the fact that everything is missable.

Now take ol' deviantART. It's flooded with AI bullshit now, but BEFORE then, in the ancient times, it was a collection of galleries and real peoples' artwork with a functioning search. Let's say you find some artists you like, and follow them.

Instead of a dashboard to scroll, you could go into your watch list and BAM. There it was, a collection of EVERYTHING the artists you followed had posted since the last time you checked. All there for you to look at at your own leisure. The artist could post at whatever fuckin time they wanted, and they'd only have to post ONCE, and you could still have a chance to see it without having to go to their individual page.

If you wanted to find new artists, no problem! There was the front page with featured works, or recent works- there were sections people could post to based on type of art (traditional, digital, etc.) and if you liked any kind of fandom, you could search AND sort those searches by popular/recent! It required a little bit of agency to go look for other people in your niche, but it wasn't difficult by any means. And some of my best and longest lasting friendships were started on dA by me finding fanart I liked and commenting on it! Or by participating in community-ran events like OC tournaments!

Like, I know instant gratification is a tough thing to beat, but I think if we found some way to just slow back down a little, maybe communities could be a thing again... I dunno. Or maybe I'm just an old kook. Or maybe both! Who knows?

But yeah somethin' somethin' gallery sites are way healthier than twitter for artists.

[thewertsearch]

GG: Do you remember around when we first started talking? […] GG: And you claimed you were the one making my pumpkins disappear? [...] GG: You later proceeded to try to prove to me that what you were saying was true. GG: But none of your attempts thereafter would ever bear any fruit, pardon the pun. […] GG: And I think this unfortunately began a pattern of mistrust.

The signal was manually blocked by CrockerCorp, no doubt - and that was all it took to send Jane down a path to mistrust, suspicion and isolation.

It's easy, when you have her in the palm of your hand.

TG: i cant just always appearify stuff from you any time i want TG: i can only take stuff im "allowed" 2 which is pmuch random TG: like stuff that by takin id be messing up the time line cause that stuff is supposed to be there and serve some funciton it hasnt served yet […] TG: but pumpins 4 some reason are a lil easier to take i dunno why TG: like they are specifically and arbitrorily unhinged from spacetime

There's simply no force in this reality greater than the memetic effect of a long-running Hussie Joke.

TG: i so gonked your gaurds jane GG: … GG: Did you gank them when my gourd was down?

Fuck, Jane, that was a bona-fide dad joke!

This girl's filling a lot of roles that this cast has been sorely missing up until now. Out of all the Alpha Kids, she's the most unlike her B1 counterpart - which makes her so interesting to read. She might not be an Heir of Breath, but she is a breath of fresh air.

TG: im psyched about u wanting to believe me and all TG: but part of me still feels like i should prove it TG: like i tried to once TG: it was just frustratin i mean im a sciestist i should be able 2 prove my shit TG: like TG: subject my claims to the fuckin madrigogs GG: Um… GG: Madrigogs? TG: *mad rigors

Roxy, for her part, seems to be as much of a scientist as Mom was implied to be. Mad science ladies are possibly my favourite archetype ever; thus, Roxy's speedrun to S-Tier continues.

Anyway, it looks like Roxy's about to try and prove... something. It's hard to say what would completely sway Jane, though - after all, the girl's already seen a First Guardian and a robot bunny. If they couldn't convince her that something funny was going on, what will?

TG: i mean trust between friends is sweet and everything but i dont know if i wanta be the repipient of like a butt load of pity believins

Bit of a sore point, I gather. She's already sick of this shit with Jake.

GG: It's not about pity! GG: It's more like a gesture I'm trying to make. GG: Or maybe that's not quite right. GG: It has more to do with setting things right for myself than making it up to you. GG: Does that make sense? TG: ………….

I agree with Roxy's silence, here, because something about Jane's attitude is rubbing me me the wrong way. Like, I can't put my finger on why, exactly, but something about this self-centered attitude to remorse is a little...

...ominous.

[sourpeachpit]

adding to this that ballet is Very white. there are obviously ballet dancers of color, but they're relatively few compared to other specialty performing arts fields like opera, broadway-style dance, etc.

so combine this with the immense stress of dancing professionally (a single injury can fuck your whole career over like you're a racehorse, as can a pregnancy or scare, your hormones doing anything weird to your weight or appearance, etc.) where these very young, often white, women are being heavily pressured in such a way where their body is everything, where their value is a 1:1 with how they look and how they can physically perform. they know it's not fair. they know it's cruel. but ballet dancers don't go into it for money or fame, they do it because they Gotta dance or they'll just die.

"how does that connect to whiteness though," you might wonder. and that's where it starts getting really rancid, because the (very real) unfairness of the professional dance world leads to some very ugly complexes surrounding not only looks but also "I have to grab onto what I love as if it's the last one in the world, the last there'll ever be." everything they are (on a personal level) cannot be taken as good enough. and surrounded by others like them, they're not seeing the privilege that allows them to be considered the "default" that's obvious from the outside. so in all-too-common WW fashion they see the marginalized celebrate themselves and each other and take that to mean "AHAAAAAA, so THEY get to be loved and celebrated, but what about ME?? what about the work I do??"

which is myopic as shit. but going nose to grindstone on one thing 24/7 from literal early childhood well into early adulthood is going to breed that exact myopia. both sheltered by whiteness and wealth and left out to dry by the brutality of the field, they're primed to be DESPERATELY attached to the first man they fall in love with.

and the kind of men who like to date ballerinas are, too often, the types who know exactly how neurotic the job makes them. they're all too happy to hold their love up as a carrot with a stick in the other hand. and their (the ballerina's) whiteness makes them an even more appealing trophy wife for racists who want a pet woman to crank out white babies for them. ballet is a great career for the tradwife because it's inherently temporary. and once it's over he's got her full time and she has little else to fall back on because to excel in ballet often necessitates neglecting other things. and because ballerinas have to have ambition or they can't survive, really it's no wonder the side hustle of "influencer" holds temptation, especially because it allows them to soothe the fears of "what if I get ugly or fat or old and my husband leaves me for his secretary" by showing an audience of thousands "that's right I'm #goals, I'm hot and competent, because I work." every hand-sewn egg apron or homemade sourdough or weird raw milk recipe is a chance to prove that competence and sense of class, beauty, and fitting into the role that ballet, such as it currently is, forces them to fill.

the ballerina to tradwife pipeline must be studied

[ghosthoard]

don't like, don't read, keep it private

people are allowed to write about fanon versions of the characters. they're allowed to like simple caricatures/tropes of the characters and what people might call "shallow". they're allowed to only have a simple idea of the world and the monsters and they're allowed to only know things from BOTW, they're allowed to only like LU. because they're having fun. that's what they like. they don't have to do something new or different if that's not what they want to do.

so what if there are other games? so what if the characters are more complex? so what if there are other links-meets out there?

you can't force people to like something they don't like.

this reminds me of the fandom drama of how mlm shipping is more popular than wlw shipping. and the wlw shipping fans tried to make it into a morality issue and force people to like wlw and make content for it. you can't guilt or shame people to like something they don't like. you have to make content for it. you have to make your own community.

this is a fandom, people! it's first and foremost things made for the creators of the fanwork themselves! if you want nuance, look for fics with the nuance you want, find people with the style you like, and if you can't i'm sorry but you have to create it yourself, and you complaining on social media about it is not the move.

you're not better for liking vanilla over strawberry ice cream.

i have my own opinions too, but i express them by not reading/engaging with those people and complaining to my friends in private. because at the end of the day it's not that serious if they write characters in a way i don't like enough for me to shit on them and ruin their fun.

a simple change people can make is changing phrasing:

don't say "i hate it when" or "why do people write this character this way so much"

try to make it more positive and uplift the stuff you want to see:

"i love it when" or "there needs to be more"

or just write posts about how you think without bringing in other interpretations. i've seen so many posts that expanded my idea of a character because someone made a text post about their thoughts without bringing others down.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Post for Reggie's birthday

CW: Mentions of depressive thoughts and self harm

Muggle AU

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Regulus felt like shit even before he opened his eyes. The sense of nausea and the strong headache hit him like a lightning strike. All he wanted was to stay in bed and buried his existance inside the blankets.

But maybe Regulus had to force himself to class. No, it was the weekend he was sure. Sunday, yes. That was good. He had an excuse not to do anything.

People shouldn't drink. Alcohol was dreaful. That was why Regulus prefered weed. He had drunk at parties but never to the point of having a hangover like this. It had all had been because Sirius had insisted...

Shit, the flashes of last night memories came back to Regulus. Drinking with Sirius at his hiding spot by the lake, walking through corridors he didn't even know that existed in the castle, getting really pissed, being dragged by Sirius into the Gryffindor Common Room, commenting how awful the decoration was and being silenced by his brother. Giggles, laughter, more giggles and laughter.

And of course, ending the night insulting James Potter, vomiting on the carpet inside his brother's dorm, and hugging Sirius begging for forgiveness.

Regulus sat up in bed, realizing this was not his. Red covers. Red walls, forgein posters around it, The Marauders read in a sign stuck to the door.

Regulus had slept inside a Gryffindor Dorm, specifically his brother's.

Then the pain in his head got stronger and he got dizzy. Regulus wished he was one of those people who forgot everything they did while drunk, because he was regretting every single decision that was detailed in his brain but it was as if someone else had done them.

Regulus was on Sirius's bed he assumed. He had his weird drawing stuck on the wall and it was the nearest the window. Sirius loved windows.

The other beds were empty (thank god) except for the one right in front with two boys cuddled very close to each other. Lupin and Reg's own brother. Sirius had left him his so he could sleep with Lupin.

Yes, he knew they were together despite the fact they tried to hide it for the rest of the world. But still Regulus didn't know what to feel about it. Not because Lupin was a boy, but because Lupin was one of the causes of all of their problems.

Regulus decided he needed to run. Better pretend last night never happened.

The Slytherin boy tried to be careful not to make any noise. He got out of bed and realized he was wearing Sirius's clothes. He shook away the brief and nice sensation of feeling protected. That was dangerous.

Regulus put some shoes on, at least he hoped they were his shoes, and tiptoed to the door. He cursed under his breath when the wooden floor creaked and Sirius woke up. He had always been a lightsleeper.

"Morning Reggie" he whispered.

Shit, Regulus was so close to the door. He faced defeat as Sirius yawned and stretched.

"I'm leaving"

Sirius silenced him with his finger and pointed at the sleeping boy next to him.

It was true that when Sirius got out of bed, Regulus was panicking. He had wanted to avoid comfrontation from his brother.

"How are you feeling?" Sirius whispered as he walked to him, cheeky smile on his face.

"Never drinking again" Reg whispered back.

Sirius shrugged still smiling "We all say that. We still continue drinking"

Though Regulus founded pointless. It just caused damage.

"The others?"

"James is probably in his morning excersice" Wanker "Peter might've gone for breakfast with the girls"

Regulus remembered the four of them had tried to get him to bed and babysit him like a freaking child who didn't want to sleep. How embarrassing.

"I should probably go" Regulus said awkwardly "I shouldn't be here"

Not exactly for the school rules. He stopped caring about them long time ago. It was something else.

"I had good time last night" Sirius's eyes were literally glowing. Reg was understanding why he ressembled a dog.

The truth was that Regulus had an excellent night. It had been years since the two brothers had spent time together. Not without fighting or yelling at each other. Regulus had let himself be dragged outside the castle, into the forest. Sirius showed him a secret place that looked to be taken out of a fairytale. Then Sirius had taken a bottle from under his shirt.

Regulus started drinking because Sirius had dared him. But as alcohol loosened them they had talked, and joked, and laughed and maybe confessed things. It had been fun.

Regulus had missed his brother so much. He had missed this. Actually he wasn't sure he had had it in the first place. That was why these moments were golden for Reg. Even if maybe Sirius was bored and lonely and he just needed company.

But Regulus couldn't admit it. If he did now, everything would crumble. And he might never see Sirius again. Or Sirius might hate him forever. Regulus's plan had to work.

"Me too" he confessed, but then he quickly added "It was irresponsible, though. It shouldn't have happened"

"Why?" Sirius asked "Doubt you care about teachers since you've been skipping classes and avoiding homework"

What Regulus hated the most about Lupin being his tutor was that he told his boyfriend everything.

"Who is the one talking? Heard you did the same"

Sirius shook his head.

"You can waste time and get drunk with Mulciber and the others but not your older brother?" Sirius crossed his arms.

"They are my friends"

They weren't. He was just pretending.

"Since when do you like those people? I mean Snivellus hangs with them"

"I don't say anything about your friends, Sirius!" Reg snapped.

"Yet you insulted each one of them last night" Sirius grinned "Especially James. You wanted to punch him"

Regulus really despised that twat. But he still was embarrassed.

"Gotta go" He walked to the door and opened it.

Sirius closed it before he could leave.

"I just want to understand something, Reg"

Regulus wanted to escape. He was vulnerable and hangover. Sirius was too intelligent to notice his brother was lying.

"You've changed" Sirius added "You don't hang out with Crouch anymore, but the most disgusting crowd in Slytherin"

Barty understood it was all part of his plan.

"You're a heartbreaker now" Sirius continued enlisting "You date two girls at the same time when before you haven't even been interested in them"

He wasn't interested. It all had been a confusion. He didn't know how to get rid of Alice. And despite what other people say, Pandora was just his friend. Well, kind of.

"You speak like a total twat now, like a spolied rich boy" Sirius tutted "You know who you are ressembling more and more? Father"

That was the plan. Orion needed to like Regulus better. He needed to accept his son as the new heir. And leave Sirius alone. Otherwise he was going to make his life miserable.

Regulus was trying hard not to cry like the whinny little boy he used to be. Like the depressed arsehole he was.

Sirius needed to believe it in order to work.

"This is not you, Reg"

"Maybe it is" Regulus snapped with arms crossed "What if this is me?"

Regulus sensed Lupin was moving in his sleep and if he woke up, Sirius would stop caring about his brother. Potter was first. Lupin was first. Sirius just felt guilty for what had happened and how he left.

If Sirius didn't care then why was Regulus doing all of this? It was his depressive side talking that wasn't able to shut up.

Regulus reached for the door again. Sirius stopped him.

"Are mother and father forcing you to do this?" Sirius asked with concern "Is mother?"

It ached the way Walburga was drowning herself and Regulus couldn't do anything about it. Sirius just hated her. Regulus wished he could hate her that easily. But he loved her so much it hurt, because she was awful. She was not easy to love.

"Leave mother out of this"

"She can be very manipulative, especially with you"

Regulus hated those kind of comments. Those made Regulus feel weak and hate himself more than he already did.

"Just let me go, Sirius"

But Sirius was on the door, practically blocking Regulus's exit, escape route.

"You don't have to turn you into the heir they want. Just like they tried to do with me"

"Someone has to take your place"

"It doesn't have to be you"

Regulus's heart was beating fast. He needed to get out. He needed air.

"Sirius, please just let me go"

"So what? You can let them turn you into something you're not?" Sirius was raising his voice. Regulus's eyes flickered to the bult on Lupin's bed.

"They. are. not. doing. that"

It was really difficult to breathe.

"So that you can be the heir and miserable for the rest of your life?" Sirius carried on "So you can be just like father and mother. Full of pretending appeareances and smiles. Both still married but hating each other. And craving more money like a drug even if they already have enough... Manipulating people's lives even their own kids's"

"Sirius, move!"

And Regulus was speaking loudly because he was panicking. He felt like he was dying. On the burst of a panic attack.

"I'm not letting you go so you can be miserable and depressive because of them!" Sirius yelled back "So you would do this again"

Sirius grabbed Regulus's arm and the boy understood.

He still had some scars from the incident back in summer. He took pills that numbed him so he hadn't done it again. Although Regulus had wanted to. He had needed it many times.

Regulus knew he had scarred Sirius with his doing. He was crying now, shaking with fear. That was it.

Sirius was worried Regulus would hurt himself again. It was guilt and worry. Not love. Not like the one he felt for his precious Marauders.

"What's going on?"

Lupin was already awake, looking between the two brothers with concern. Regulus didn't know if Sirius had told him about summer, but he suspected Lupin had been awake a long time ago and he probably had overheard them.

If not, Sirius's tears would probably give it away.

"Moony..." he mumbled under his breath.

Regulus was already furious. He ripped his arm away.

"Very mature, Sirius"

He pushed his brother away from the door saying "Let me go" and opened it.

Sirius didn't stop him this time. He was crying.

"And don't worry" Reg added before leaving "I'm not going to kill myself"

Regulus said it because he knew it would hurt his brother the most. Then he slammed the door closed behind him. Lupin would figure it out anyway.

Regulus heard perfectly the way his brother yelled, cursed and banged the door from the other side. That was Sirius, pure fury.

This was better. If Regulus became the heir, Sirius could have the happy life he wanted. Live with his new family, date his boyfriend and do whatever he liked.

Regulus could take the burden. He was dead anyway.

[thebumblebeesworld]

KISSIN’ • YOU (teaser)

modern!au annie x dom!fem reader

a/n: @blackdoves wanted this and i just had tooooooo. i’m hoping to post this tomorrow, but i have a busy few days ahead so no promises. but annie gettin torn upp!!

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Annie bent over with an arch in her back, twerking on Pearline and making her catch it. Just as you rounded the group, standing beside the unassuming Annie, Pearline stepped to the side and let you take your rightful place.

Annie immediately felt the difference in the pelvis that was pressed against her. Your hands molded firm and possessive into her waist in an attempt to force her grind. She looked forward at her friends who just laughed with delight. You could only see the back of her head, but you could imagine her expression: eyes wide, eyebrows taut, lips agape.

Before Annie could turn and see who was behind her, you wrapped a hand around the front of her throat. You pulled her back to land flush against your pounding chest, not missing a beat.

A small gasp and whimper escaped her glossed lips and her eyes flickered shut.

"You just let anyone touch on you like this, Beloved?"

Annie moaned. Head pointed toward the ceiling. Mouth wide open. Lights glinting across her skin.

"Of course not, baby," she whined, winding her hips against you again—motions more expressive now that she knew for sure who you were. She placed a heavy hand at the nape of your neck to pull you closer to her. She crazed your closeness.

"Chile," Pearline laughed, looking at Mary and Grace, "I need to go home to my man so I can have my body humming like that."

Annie glared at them as they talked about her like she couldn't hear them. She wasn't ashamed of how submissive you made her, but you were the only one who had ever brought it out of her. She was still getting used to giving up control and just letting herself feel good.

"You could have fooled me, suga'" you reprimanded in reference to Annie's earlier statement. Your grip held strong on her neck and waist. "You ain't even know I was here. How I'm 'posed to know that you ain't lettin' every nigga touch what's mine?"

Annie's hand squeezed your wrist that held her by her throat as she turned around in your hold. Placing one hand on your hip and the other behind your head, Annie kept up her dancing. She trailed kisses down the length of your neck while her chest pressed into yours.

You could feel the excitement coursing through her. Your body reacted the same way, arousal bouncing off of you.

"Let me make it up to you, baby," Annie licked the shell of your ear. Her hand that was around your hip moved up your body. She groped you and squeezed your breasts, not giving a damn about who saw or how her friends cackled at the show. Her hand wrapped around the base of your throat without hesitation, but you quickly clasped her wrist in a firm embrace.

You shot your eyes open at her, glaring at her defiance and attempt to gain control. She knew you wasn’t going for no shit like that. No matter how much you had to drink tonight. No matter how much you loved the tightness of that lime green dress she wore. No matter how good her lips felt against your hot skin.

"Go get yo' shit, mama," you groaned into her ear, smacking her ass. "You got some makin' up to do."

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[viviansturns]

as someone who's diagnosed hyper-sexual, an 18 year old, and has literally talked to my therapist about this exact situation a couple years back, it's completely and totally fucking normal. "Teenagers experience a whole array of emotions due to changing hormones, and sexuality is a huge part in that change, so it's common for teens to find an outlet for said sexuality", genuine words from my therapist.

I felt guilty about reading and writing smut as well as making drawings, especially when my parents found out, so the situation was brought up in a session with my therapist, and instead of belittling me and telling me I was gross and shouldn't be doing those things because I was a minor, she actually looked at my mom and told me it was completely and totally normal and that she shouldn't punish me for it. My therapist said that previous statement to us and proceeded to explain that this form of express my sexuality was by far the healthiest possible way a teenager could.

I wasn't going out and finding it with other people, I wasn't forcing or showing it off to anyone else, I wasn't finding it in other ways through drugs or alcohol to get that similar rush. I was just a hormonal teen reading and writing smut in the comfort of my bedroom, hidden away in my incognito tabs, and hiding my sketchbooks with said drawings away so no one else saw it. (Only reason my parents found out was cause my mom snooped through my room and found my sketchbook, proceeded to take my phone to further snoop and found tumblr.)

I'm just yapping now, but to put it all simply, a LITERAL LICENSED THERAPIST explained that it's NORMAL for teens and one of the SAFEST expressions of sexuality. It's words on a goddamn website, for fucks sake guys. Imagination at its finest. If you don't want minors interacting with your blogs, that 100% ok, everyone should respect boundaries. But if you're gonna belittle minors for shit you do as a grown ass adult, maybe fucking educate yourself next time.

(This definitely poked me wrong, so sorry for the anger 😭😭 absolutely love you 🫶)

ugh this is SO amazingly well said im so so happy you talked about this in my inbox.

thank you so much for sharing this experience cause i feel even more okay and justified for expressing myself and everyone else on tumblr should too!

so i you're reading this and you're a minor, just know that it is 100% okay, healthy and PERFECTLY normal. no matter if you're from different beliefs and households, do not feel ashamed of yourself. you're a human, and youre a teen and you can do whatever you want <333

and once again, my blog is a completely safe space for minors and any ages to vent and talk about these sort of things so dont be shy, slide into my inbox

love u guys and lets get freaky!!!!!!!!

[conelluwrites]

I think about reader fucking up so bad, it makes Nam-gyu pause and re-evaluate his entire plan before deciding "I was going to leave with just a billion, but now? Now you're not leaving until we're the only two players left. You're going to split the prize money with me, and then I'm going to marry you."

Do whatever you want with this idea, I'm going to go pour one out for Nam-gyu's dead boyfriend and wonder how tf someone could threaten to marry you

You Shot Your Arrow Through Me

AO3 Link

Words: 3.5k

Requests open!

Warnings: Dark content (canon-typical Nam-gyu misogyny, violence, etc), manipulation, drug use, dry humping (dub con, public), forced kissing, special game doesn't happen, Nam-gyu has a VERY low opinion of reader, Thangyu isn't an explicit ship here but Nam-gyu does hallucinate his voice durign the fic so take that as you will, reader is pathetic (sorry for my strong girls, I projected a lil too close to the sun.)

Other: Longest fic i've done lessgooo. Mind was blank on how she could fuck up since she wouldn't be in the bathrooms for Thanos's death which was my first idea, so I just made it to where she voted to go home lol. Canon Nam-gyu I love you, you absolute bastard. I love the chance to write for more serious topics like this even if I usually just do cutesy type shit, so thank you for the opportunity, I hope it's kinda what you had in mind When I re-read it I feel like I didn't hit all the marks ( • ᴖ • ｡) My apologies if it's not exactly what you wanted.

When it comes to bad days, Nam-gyu has had his share of them.  Between drug deals gone wrong, fights in the club, bad trips and wrong drugs at the wrong time, he could never get a break.  It was always one thing after another, no slowing down- slowing down meant death and he wasn’t ready for that yet.  When he got invited to these shitty games, he knew he had to take it.  He needed the money; he needed a way out, or at least an illusion of a way out of his shitty life.  Who could blame him?  Certainly not any of the other players who seem to look down on him.  They’re all the same pathetic type of garbage that he is. The bathroom was a murder scene, he wasn’t even in control of his own actions as he fought and stabbed and mocked.  It was like he was just watching himself do it all, some astral projection shit.  He could barely register the blood as it decorates his face, his clothing, his hands.  When he’s done with the dumbshit on the ground, he stumbles over to Thanos.  He doesn’t know how to feel when he sees him convulsing on the floor and gurgling on his own blood.  Does it hurt? He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, not when he needs that cross around his bloodied, oozing neck.  He grimaces when blood pulses out of his neck as he tugs on it to pull it off.  Fucking sick, dude.  Keep it to yourself.  It’s slimy and wet when he puts it on, sticks to his skin in an uncomfortable manner.  Makes his skin crawl. It feels like a hazy nightmare as Nam-gyu stumbles to his bunk.  His breathing is hard and uneven, his movements stiff and uncomfortable.  He practically hears the whispers of Thanos in his ear, taunting and goading him, calling him that stupid fucking name Nam-su.  It eats him alive, makes him want to vomit, makes him want to peel his own skin off and replace it with steel.  When she comes into his line of sight, he feels himself lurch forward on his bed and click his tongue like he’s calling a dog.  The sudden movement and calling sound isn’t lost on her and she looks at him before looking down.  That dumb cunt is really there fidgeting as she walks forward, it aggravates him.  Can’t she think for herself, utterly pathetic. “Sit.”  He orders, his voice rough.  It cuts through the noise, at least in his own mind.  The way her head jerks back up and she nods slightly before walking over to him makes him smirk.  It’s a cruel, disgusting smirk that only exists for the sleaziest men to do.  Perfect lil thing, too bad she’s as dumb as a fucking box of rocks.She sits obediently on the bunk, though she’s all hunched up like a damn shrimp. Makes him stick to his fucking stomach.  What’s she got to be scared about huh?  He doesn’t take into the account the blood all over him or the way he looks like a tweaker.  Why should he take that into account?  She’s obeying like a good lil pup despite it all anyway.  Hell, this way she looks even weaker than that Min-su loser.  When he’s satisfied with her, he gives her a sharp hit on the back and leans back against the wall behind the bed. She voted to go home, of course that cunt did.  He couldn’t blame her, a poor thing like her expected to stay and mess up her pretty lil body for more money?  It’s laughable, truly.  Still ate him alive, made him wanna rip her limb from limb.  She agreed to vote O, so why did she think she could get away with that dumb shit?!  Must have thought that there were more pussies left over from the last game.  Too bad, so sad, she didn’t get to go home.  Now she’s stuck here with him.  It’s not like she has other options, nah… She wouldn’t rely on that pussy Min-su and by now the players all had their own little groups.

Hey, Nam-su

He grunts, there’s his annoying ass voice again.  Smug bastard disturbing him even in the afterlife.  Fuck, is he even dead yet or still twitching in the bathroom like some bug. I know you can hear me. He feels himself sweat even more.  He wants to tell him to shut up, that his name isn’t fucking Nam-su, but he doesn’t.  It barely did any good to say shit when he was alive.  Talking to a ghost in front of a bitch, well that’s not a good look at all.  He runs his hand over his face, shaking his head.  Disgusting.

It’s hard for her to even look at Nam-gyu, he looks like shit.  Smells like it too- sweat and blood cling to him like a tight fitting glove.  Not to mention the red X on her jacket sticks out like a sore thumb against her green tracksuit, it makes her feel self conscious as he sits staring off into space and murmurs to himself.  The room, much emptier than when the games begin, feels like it’s closing in on her.  She’s barely even able to process the way Nam-gyu acts, her hands tremble as she busies herself with the bottom of her tracksuit jacket.  It’s bloodied, but the blood has long since dried to where it doesn’t rub off of her hands. “Face me.”  His voice comes out trembling, making her look up.  Her heart is pounding so damn hard that it aches.  She obeys, of course she does, moving to where he can see her better.  She looks terrified, it’s so damn cute.  The way she looks like some lost, scared child.  It’s almost enough to calm down the incessant Nam-su, can you hear me, Nam-su ringing in his ears. “Nam-gyu,” she whispers, her voice cracking.  She knows she needs to ask for forgiveness, to come up with some excuse, some- some reason he could possibly give.  She hit the wrong button?  It was just an accident?  It was- it was- it was-

“Keep those eyes on me.  Stop looking around like you're so damn nervous, it’s annoying.”

“Sorry.”  It sounds so weak and small.

“Worthless apology.  Keep it to yourself.”

She has to bite back another apology.

His hands tremble as he pops open the cross in his hands.  He’s getting real sick of this shit, the way she looks, the way she sounds, the way Thanos’ voice still rings out in that annoyingly happy cadence.  He needs something, anything to numb the pain and he isn’t about to pump his limp dick in some whore like her for temporary relief.  He takes one pill in his mouth.  It’s disgustingly sweet, overwhelming sweet as it explodes over his tongue.  His eyes flutter shut for a moment and then open again, wide and wild as he looks at her.  The way her eyes glance down to his lips as he licks them before darting back up.  It’s enough to make his chest clench in a twisted way.  Another pill, he needs another one. He can’t afford to be feeling like a pussy over such a dumb cunt.  It’s even sweeter this time, it makes him close his eyes tight for a second and then they’re wide open again.  They don’t take a long time to work, thank fucking Chirst for that.  He can’t imagine it taking a normal time to kick in. “You don’t need to do that.”  She warns, it comes out without her even thinking.  She doesn’t want to feel responsible for him if he overdoses and starts seizing next to her.  He grumbles something under his breath, definitely something derogatory- definitely something that doesn’t need to be said.

The world ignites in more vivid colors, though within the confines of the walls it really only makes the green of the jumpsuits stand out even more starkly against the gray walls.  The red of her velcro badge sticks out even more though, drawing his attention like a moth to a flame.  Her tugs on it, then his thumb brushes over the patch.  Fuck, it feels good agaisnt his digit.  All soft and shit.  He licks his dry lips again, patting her shoulder. Hah, shit, guess he really is becoming a pussy over this whore.  The way she looks at them with those concerned eyes, her fingers curling up tight in her sleeves, and of course her lips…  He wonders what it’d feel like to push his against her, he wouldn’t care if she kissed back or not but he imagines she would feel like velvet even if he smashed his against her so hard that it hurt her.  Fuck, he imagines what kinda pretty noises she’d make, if she’s grab onto him tightly or struggle to push him away.  He’s so far in his simple thoughts that it makes her concerned.

“Hey, you okay?”  She stammers out, leaning in to press a wrist over his forehead.  Fuck he’s so sweaty, but at least his eyes follow her movements so he’s okay enough, he’s not so out of it that he’s impossible.

“Yeah, I’m good.  Real good.”  He gives her a smile he thinks is charming. She gives him a nod, she remembers when he and Thanos were discussing what kind of shit he’s done so surely a couple pills won’t kill him.  She’s just on edge, as much as she wants to go home she knows that she can’t lose the last strong person on her team.  Sure, she can go to Min-su, he wouldn’t turn her away at least, but if the next game was a team game relying on strength then they’d be a bit screwed.

She’s jerked from her thoughts as he suddenly cups her face.  She grimaces at the feeling, his sticky, bloodied hand leaving a mark on her delicate skin.  She flinches away, but he just holds her cheeks harder.  His short nails dig slightly into her soft cheeks.  “You’re not going anywhere, right now you’re mine.  Let me see your pretty face.”  Let me remind myself what it’s like to feel alive.  

I want to spend the rest of my life with this piece of work.  Make her my bitch forever, make her permanently tied to me.  I don’t love this whore, I could never.  Just want her to remember every day of her life that she’s stuck with me- a constant reminder of this hell.  I bet she’d love the hell out of that, waking up every day with a reminder of the blood on her hands from voting correctly up to this point.  What a way to get married, huh?  What a perfect goddamn reason to wife someone up.

Make sure she wakes up every day to see my face, maybe even get some of that dumb fake blood to decorate my face just like this.  Fuck, imagine the look on her face- it’d be so damn perfect.  She’d never be able to escape the reality we’ve faced.  The reality we’ve faced together, the reality we’ve forged with simple votes.  Remind her dumbass every day of the people we knew, maybe even dye my hair goddamn purple.  Wouldn’t that be sweet?  I bet I could even paint a pretty, vivid picture of his damn corpse, tell her all about the gurgles and sputtering coughs.  Maybe instead of a ring I could just have her wear his damn necklace.

I wonder if she’d even put up a fight or just accept it right out, no questions asked like some good little bitch.  She’d probably look at me with those dumb confused eyes and wonder what the hell’s gotten into me, thinking it’s just the drug talking when this is far better than some singular trip or a thought I’d only have while I’m high.

He doesn’t say anything audibly, he just stares at her like a freak as if he thinks she can read his mind.  His pupils are blown so wide, his lips parted slightly and his breath coming out in pants.  His mind is racing so fast he can hardly finish one thought before another takes its place.  He knows he’s scaring her, the way she bites her bottom lip and looks frantically over his face while taking in every microexpression he makes.

“Stop looking at me like that, it makes you look ridiculous.”  He says, rolling his eyes but his words don’t sound venomous in the slightest.  He’s too high for that shit, it’s a wonder how he could even get the words out without slurring them so bad it was incomprehensible. “Right, sorry.”

“Again with the pointless apologies.  Don’t you ever get tired with that bullshit?” “No.”  A simple response, but it’s the honest one.  Apologies spill from her lips like a robot at this point whenever someone expresses even the slightest displeasure with her.

He can’t formulate a response that makes sense even to him, what is he supposed to say- No, no, you’re supposed to say ‘yes’ so I can keep seeing those pretty little lips of yours moving.

Her lips, her lips, her lips.  They’re so damn kissable, part of him wants to slip one of those lil pills that make him feel so damn good but he’s already taken two…  He’s gotta be smart about rationing the rest of the pills if he’s gonna make it through the games without losing his damn mind.  He doesn’t even notice he’s leaning in until she pushes against his shoulders slightly.  Goddamn his vision is hazy, she must be an angel of some kind surely to not slap him across the face.  C’mon, some druggie trying to kiss on someone who’s visibly uncomfortable- get a damn hold of yourself. “Don’t push me away.”  He commands, his voice sharper than intended.  It makes her curl her fingers into his tracksuit jacket, her swallowing audible.  Good girl, real good.  How cute of her.  He could get real used to this.  “Just let me kiss you, just once.” He grunts, leaning in again.  He watches as her cute lil eyes clench up tightly like she can will herself to be anywhere else, it’d be cute if it weren’t so fucking pathetic.  “Just like that…” he whispers, then his lips touch hers. He imagines it’d be powerful even without the drugs running wildly through his system like electricity rapidly zapping around.  But with the drugs?  Oh shit- with the drugs- it’s so intense it makes him gasp like some loser pussy.  Sure, she’s far from the first person he’s kissed while on some dumb shit, but he doesn’t think he’s ever felt a kiss like this.  Her lips aren’t pliable, far from it, but it still feels good enough that it makes his heart race.  He presses his lips harder to hers as if it’ll make her kiss him back or relax her lips.  He growls from the back of his throat, his hands moving to cup the back of her head.  His lips move demandingly against hers until she loosens up more. Man, when she loosens up?  It opens a whole new world for him to explore.  His tongue feels disconnected from his mouth as it moves into her mouth.  She’s delicious, he figures that’s gotta be an objective fact.  Her resistance, her fear, her everything- it’s perfect.  He tries to goad her tongue into moving with his, but he doesn’t care at the end of the day if he’s the only one actively kissing.  He wants more- needs more, needs to feel that body of hers moving against his more.  He wants to feel her on his lap, wants to feel those fingers curling up into his greasy, sweaty hair. He can’t calm himself down, not after those thoughts start.  When they start, they don’t stop.  Her riding him, the way her whiny little moans would fill the room full of these damn cockroaches.  Showing everyone that she’s his in the best way possible, a way that she would be unable to take back.  He knows she’d never agree to something like that and he’d never be able to get away with it, not here.  She’s also stupid, but not stupid enough to come with him to the bathroom.  Sure, he could threaten her, but he wants her to want him too.  The second best thing makes his skin crawl, he’s not some fucking teenager anymore, but it would be better than nothing. “Not so bad, huh?”  He pulls away after a moment, his lips turned up in some sort of a bastardized grin.  He could eat her up, really.  Mark up that pretty skin of hers.

“...”  She wipes her lips with the back of her hand.  She looks disgusted, angry even, but doesn’t say shit. “Tell you what, girl, why do you sit your pretty lil self down on my lap, hm?”  He pats his lap invitingly, nodding down to his legs. “C’mon. Let’s talk.”  He purrs, though it’s not nearly as charming as he believes it is.  She knows he won’t give up and if she tries to stand up and go anywhere else he’ll just tug her back down on the bed.  She relents after he nods his head again, rolling her eyes and climbing onto his lap.  He lets out a low groan, adjusting her so she’s straddling him rather than sitting sideways.  “Good, good, just like that.” His erection is obnoxiously apparent, he knows she has to be able to feel it against her ass as he stares up at her.  She’s the prettiest damn thing he’s seen he decides in that moment.  The way she looks into his eyes, her hands twitching and hesitating in the way before her hands settle on his shoulders.  One of his hands rests on her hip while the other cups her cheek. It’s some cruel mockery of affection, one that makes her blood run cold. “Gonna move you ‘round now, ‘kay?  Don’t draw attention to us.”  With that, he begins to slowly rock his hips up.  It’s not enough to be visible to anyone unless they’re watching the pair closely, but it’s enough for Nam-gyu’s sensitive cock to jerk and twitch.  He won’t last long, the drugs making his sensitive cock even more sensitive.  Each movement makes him leak in his underwear.  It’s damn embarrassing but he doesn’t have time to care, not when she makes a cute lil gasp.

“Nam-gyu…”  She doesn’t explicitly tell him to stop, which is enough for him to wrap his arms around her, nuzzling into her neck, and inhale deeply.  Her scent is marred by the sweat that is on everyone’s skin, but it’s still so… so her. “Shh.  Don’t talk, just let me do this.” Slow, slow, slow, he can’t move too fast and risk her getting so uncomfortable that she starts to fight back or make more noise.  He just needs to rut enough to come, he can go to the bathroom afterwards and clean himself up- surely the corpses that litter than damned floor have been cleaned out by now. He grunts, biting into her shirt.  All he can think about is how good her panty clad ass would feel against his bare cock, he doesn’t even care about fucking into her at this point, he just wants to feel her skin against his.  He knows it's not possible, not yet, but fuck when they’re the final two and they vote to leave and make it out with all that fucking money?  He’s gonna celebrate by feeling all of her. He ruts against her harder, he’s close… so, so, so fucking close.  “Say my name.” “Wha-?”

“Say.  My.  Name.”  It’s almost hard to understand him with the way he’s biting her shirt and growling silently.

“Nam-gyu?”

There it is, he nods.  He wants to hear it again and again and again for the rest of his damn life.

“Nam-gyu.”

Ah- she repeats it, this time without that stupid fucking confused intonation.  He buries his face harder against her shoulder and grips her harder.  “Again.”

“Nam-gyu.   Nam-gyu…  Do it for me.”

Fuck, her voice is so breathless and needy.  He loves it.  He can’t hold back, not when she sounds like that.  A low, gurgled groan leaves him as his cock pulses and pumps out spurts of cum.  He can feel it spreading through his boxers and to the front of those stupid tracksuit pants. “Yes, for you, for my fuckin’ girl.”

His legs tremble slightly as he comes down from his high, hips languidly rolling up to get him through his high until he’s fully spent.  It feels beautiful.  It’s perfection, really, heavenly even.  It’s a spiritual experience.  A few moments pass, “Gonna make you marry me, baby doll.  Gonna be just us at the end of this shitshow.  Split the money, start a new life, it’ll be perfect.”

[kikiofthevast]

List of things I am enjoying about Limbus Company in no particular order:

The music goes hard. Not even just the Mili stuff, basically all of the music is fantastic

YOU WANNA GET BEAT? HURTILY?

Gregor being an absolutely terrible force for morale is incredible. I can only assume the reason he was a figurehead in the Smoke War for G Corp was bc of nepotism.

I still rotate the final sequence of the final boss of Canto V in my head. Compass and Ishmael you will both always be famous.

Thumb Capo Meursault. I- sir- hm hm I cannot handle how hot he is holy shit.

Hell's Chicken and the casino climb in Canto II made me go "the Sinners really are just a dnd party huh"

I, like the Sinners, collapsed after Nocturnal Sweeping. Holy shit.

The Canto VII final boss really really kicked my ass. Reception of the Black Silence Flashbacks. Also bullshit that I couldn't borrow my friend's Manager Don. Still, winning was wildly satisfying. PM can really make me scream and cry in both rage and emotions fr.

I really liked the moment at the end of LCB Checkup. The full unaltered memory of the escape pod moment. That was really fucking good.

Sinclair bustin it down sensitive style

Half of Gregor and Heathcliff's IDs have awakened sexual desire in me that I did not know I was capable of.

I enjoyed everything about Canto VI. Reading Wuthering Heights while playing was very funny. Shoutout to Edgar trying to shoot Heathcliff in the book. He may be sickly but he is also capable of excessive violence.

Heathcliff naps everywhere it's hilarious.

The mustache on Ryoshu

Everything about Don Quixote. She's my girl and after Canto VII she's even more of my girl.

Shoutout to Canto IV ALMOST redeeming the extensive and grueling grunt fights with a good story. It gets most of the way there. It's still way too long.

Heathcliff and Don Quixote causing problems on accident is spectacular.

I love Don's speech change after Canto VII where she starts calling people "young [name]"

The character writing is very good. I am enjoying it immensely

Molar Office cameo!!! I also got very excited to see the Sephirah during Walpurgis and the Ruina combat sounds made me soooo. Nostalgic for a game I played 3 months ago.

The setup for Canto VIII is very interesting and I plan to play it relatively soon, but it'll be awhile. I'm curious as to where things will go from here...

I love basically all of the side characters even if I'm always ready for them to die.

[trannyradfem]

lol this isn't a war, dude. This is literally just Tumblr, it's not going to hurt you. FFS if RFs are so dangerous how come I've been in the community for 6 years and I haven't detransitioned or killed myself yet?

I do care about other trans mascs considering I am one. And if I wanted to harm a tranny, I'd just harm myself, but I haven't felt the need to do that in over 8 years.

The transandrophobia tag is absolutely riddled with trans women shitting all over that very solidarity you want to preserve. Do you think trans women who go around calling trans mascs "theyfabs" give a shit about whether or not they hurt their target or any other trans masc onlookers? If anything, that's the intent. If criticism from radfems is fascism and hatred, then what is this petulant shit? Hitting us where they KNOW it hurts? That's somehow totally forgivable and excusable, but questioning why that happens isn't? Do me a favor and look at the "baeddel" tag, and tell me how much solidarity you find there.

You even admit that there's a TON of them, and you've never asked why, or called any of them TERFs, or asked why they'd risk tearing the trans community apart over it?

Seriously. Think about it. Atp y'all have already decided what a TERF is and how to wholly deplatform us on sight regardless of what it is we have to say, and you know what to expect from the worst of us by now. But you let other trans people treat you like this... for the sake of unity? Are the trans women who sling the word "theyfab" in an attempt to trigger dysphoria going to side with you when you need it?

Because I can tell you right now; if any law was passed that forced transmascs into the horror of the Handmaids Tale, every single Radfem would not rest until that horrific reality was nothing more than a past nightmare, and we got full autonomy over our bodies back. Sure, call it demeaning that our solidarity comes from the shared experience of birth sex, but at the end of the day? No matter how fucking awful you treat us, we still give a damn about your fundamental rights. THAT'S why I haven't offed myself or detransitioned. Because at the end of the day it's my body and my choice. Just because people criticize my choices from the outside on a purely surface level, it doesn't mean a damn thing if I'm still free to make those choices. And turns out, most RFs are actually really decent people if you stop punching before asking questions like a fucking cop! Seriously, just try talking to us. A normal conversation. You'll find that 90% of the shit you think we believe just straight up isn't true because you guys can't tell the difference between a trans hating conservative grifter and a hurt leftist woman who's tired of a lifetime of the bepenised having the last say on EVERYTHING.

Compare that to trans women trying to say trans mascs don't experience oppression at all and try to silence us. Is that them showing they give a damn about anyone's rights but their own? That's causing harm to a vulnerable minority. Why do they get forgiveness time and time again-- even the ones who joke about being literal nazis just a few years ago--, when most of you won't even hear out one of your brothers who was forced down this path by none other than yourselves with your own hatred? How exactly do you think I and so many other FTMs-- so many that you have to directly mention us-- even got here???

I got tired of being casually bullied and having my dysphoria triggered by transfems, by being casually sexually harassed and gaslit about it, and spoke up about it, and forgot to kiss ass because I'm autistic. That's it. No derogatory language, just a recap of what happened without apologizing for it. It escalated so badly that people came to my fucking HOUSE, people tried to fucking murder me by taking away government supplied disability supports. Is that trans justice? Trying to murder a disabled trans masc who just wanted to be heard, just like you? Yknow, the first time I was mass doxxed and harassed, it was back in 2015 because I dared to defend Sophie Labelle. The creator of Assigned Male. It fucking broke me when it happened not only again, but by the very people I trusted the most to take my concerns seriously and not stretch them into a fucked up narrative I wasn't remotely trying to make back then. All that did was prove that the "fucked up narrative" might've been right all along. You all did that. THAT'S why trans radfems exist. And the more you all target, harass, and excommunicate us, the more of us there will be. We don't just disappear when you guys do that, afterall. We continue existing, and we always will so long as this keeps happening.

This imaginary TERF war is tired and built on bigotry and lies. And the more you point the finger at us for the problems that aren't caused by us, the worse the community is going to get, and the more me's you're going to see. I'm begging and pleading y'all to stop being so reactionary for your own good, because it's not like I'm ever coming back. Posting this benefits me absolutely not at all, nor does it unique put me in danger. Not from radfems, anyways.

I beg you, think critically. Ask yourself these harmless questions, because you should be doing this anyways if you claim to be any level of intersectional; who does this benefit? Who does this harm?

uvb76fan is posting in this tag talking about all the ways trans men have it “worse”, while misrepresenting the statistic she is citing. most likely banking on no one looking closer or reading the links.

this person is a terf. if you search trans on her blog it is immediately clear, i am not using terf loosely she is literally actually a terf.

we cannot let our weariness at not being heard by some of our community push us into the sick and malformed arms of transmisogyny and radical feminism, these people do not care about us at all, they are trying to harm every single one of us. our solidarity with trans women, men and people as whole should cause us to slam hard on the breaks. no matter how many trans women you see being antitransmasculine it does not mean that there are not so many more who are our genuine allies, do not let the algorithm pushing hateful person after hateful person your way skew your understandings. the transphobes want dissent, they want us to tear each other apart. we do not need to contribute to the harm to have ours lessened. (causing harm to a vulnerable minority is never morally correct no matter what got you there in the first place. also straight up trans women are easy to love and are inherently deeply deserving of community solidarity, and fascism (which terfs are) should not have any appeal whatsoever no matter how hurt you are but i digress.)

on another note: we cannot and must not reactively take on the mentalities of trans rad fems, no gender in the trans community needs to be the most oppressed to be taken seriously and given respect in our community, the equality in our suffering is immense and must be acknowledged without each group needing to prove we are the most victimized to get the care and community support we need. this is harmful no matter who is doing it. we absolutely must nip this kind of thinking in the bud.

push back on terfs in this tag everywhere you can, and if there is a reason you cannot comment or reblog to shut them down, block them on sight.

[questionablecuttlefish]

I am moreso tb critical . They barely spoke any lines to each other and the time they got together was the au episode to justify it . Also I’m not going to say but a famous voice actor keeps trying to make his ship happen . Also it feels like everything jinx is or does is erased bc omg couple goals . And it’s the whole puppy crush taken to a next level .

Yeah, I find the whole thing personally a bit baffling, because I was totally okay with what was actually there on the show. I remember sitting there at the end of Episode 6 with my girlfriend going "Well we're 2/3rds through the series with no Ekko, I guess they're really not doing Timebomb stuff hey." And then episode 7 lmao.

The AU was an, uh, novel way to deal with Ekko's unresolved feelings about his childhood friend turned nemesis, but the payoff seemed to be spelled out? I thought? It really felt like it was laying Ekko's crush to rest as he accepted Jinx couldn't be the Powder of his dreams.

I just didn't get any romantic vibes at all from Main Timeline Ekko and Jinx, the contrast between them and his romance with AU!Powder made that even clearer, as did everything that happened in the final battle and after. His last shot is burning a mourning paper into the breeze, literally letting her go, ffs.

It's a pretty cut and dried Perfect World Bubble Episode trope and I thought it put a bittersweet, poignant full stop on their troubled relationship.

But then the fandom happened, and to be honest, while I once respected Timebomb as a valid, understandable alternate ship for Jinx, I'm done with it now.

I can't deal with the Canon Brigade. I can't stand Lightcannon shippers being all but forced at gunpoint to preface every social post with "guys I also like Timebomb but" or risk being harassed. I can't stand all mentions of "Lux" and "Lightcannon" being banned on relevant reddit subs. I don't like bullies and homophobes and I won't bow to either.

No, I don't like Timebomb, I never will again, thanks to people like this. You could almost say "I had a crush, until I started talking to the fans..."

No, I won't multiship, I don't care if you do, but I don't have to, and I don't.

Both ships were crack ships based on throwaway scraps of dialogue until Amanda Overton got heart eyes and it's time to stop pretending there's any more validity than that.

Lightcannon was, literally, here first, and pretending it's somehow less valid and has no place in the fandom is just homophobia and queer erasure and I have no time for that shit.

If people want to ship Timebomb, if they see something meaningful there that I don't, I'm not going to tell them they can't have it, who the fuck am I? Just another shipper with opinions.

All I can say is that it just doesn't work for me. And I love Ekko, I love Jinx, but their stories, their canon, has had barely anything to do with each other until now, and erasing them both to force the genius time twisting hero of the Undercity and the chaotic freewheeling destruction terrorist into a hetero tradwife fantasy is throwing away 99% of both of their stories and doing both characters a massive disservice.

Don't get me wrong, Ekko is great, I f'cking love writing him, his whole League canon is amazing and it's heartbreaking that they tossed it away for Arcane, the dynamic of their broken friendship is rich and interesting to explore, but it's better off as that. They both have better options that open up whole new adventures instead of ending their stories.

[bef0re-i-sleep]

Okay update to this post! I have relistend to s3 and I now have several answers (and questions)

The man in the bar (irvine) has been in Addison for 10 years and clearly did not intend to be there for that long

Based on what said guy mentioned, Im getting the general vibe that the recent generation (?) of citizens there dont really know whats up with the Larsons aside from them being pretty reclusive

However, it does make me wonder what the shift was like for the original set of settlers when the mines closed in 1916. It MUST have been a huge deal for them, since most of their business was staked in it. Most of them probably left, but I wonder if any stayed and tried to salvage the businesses? Irvine would have been there a few years after that change, so he wouldnt have known anything different.

Actually what was up with this guy too. Was he also keeping purposely vague bc he was under some kind of threat, or did he genuinely not know? I'm guessing he knows about the Larsons doing skeevy murder shit but not why. He just seemed like he knew a lot more than he was letting on, but idk to what extent.

It also seems like the creature doesnt target people in the town, mainly just outsiders causing trouble. The creature does Larson's bidding, so im assuming that as long as nobody in the town causes a problem he keeps it in the mines. So the citizens are safe ish?

It does seem like people are forced to stay there, maybe for a combination of the reasons I mentioned above. The "Addison will let you leave when it wants you to" makes it seem like most people are stuck there indefinitely.

The surveyor came only a MONTH before Arthur. Idk why I forgot that

There WERE other businesses in Addison at the time of the mines conception, but there's no telling whether theyre still in operation by the time Arthur gets there. Since the mines closed about 15 years prior, im gonna guess thats a no

THERE WAS APPARENTLY AN OBSERVATORY BUILT ON THE MOUNTAIN?? By a college?? Did Larson allow this??? Like this was something he was good with or??? Maybe it was an Order sponsored thing who knows

Making a whole post about this because it vexes me so but I have SO many questions about Addison. Like okay sure, town owned by evil rich dude who sics a monster on them whenever he sees fit, yeah I get that part. But who actually lives In The Town? Clearly people do, what with the men in the tavern and everything. Are they all part of the Larson clan? Yellow said they all looked related, and its never really clear just how much of his family Larson brought to Addison (we know for sure it was his wife and children, but there could have been siblings, in laws, or other relatives involved) The man that talked to Arthur said he was just passing through, but he sounded like he had been there awhile. So is the town primarily made up of the Larsons' extended family and nosy people looking into the weird shit happening there? Maybe some travelers that pass through and mind their own business? Clearly people know about Addison from somewhere, but where? It doesnt seem like a place that would end up on a travel brochure, so is it just through rumors of weird stuff happening? Were visitors attempting to buy the mines an actual frequent issue, or was Larson making that up?

Are there still people unrelated to the Larsons left over from its mining days that just decided to stay/didn't get killed? Are there families descended from them that are still adding to the town population? Whats more, what do they think about living there? Are they just desensitized to the creature in the mines and the immortal dude that runs the town? If there are children born in the Addison, is that kinda just something they're used to?

How does the town even function? The bar is the only business we see, but are there other ones? Are there stores, or do the non-Larson citizens just grow their own food and raise their own livestock? We know that they hunt, but is it for sport or for survival? I doubt Larson provides for any of them because why the fuck would he, but even he has to eat somehow. Does he get all his food delivered from nearby towns, or does the town itself have those food sources?

Are the people who live there even allowed to leave when they want, with the risk of them telling everyone about what happens there? Are they picked off as sacrifices overtime, or are they promised safety if they keep their mouths shut? Or are all of them cultists in their own right, devoting themselves to the same powers Larson does?

Was the woman Arthur heard someone who lived in the town, someone who came poking around Addison, or someone else entirely? Does secrecy even matter, what with the ties that Larson probably has?

When people do end up there (by chance or by choice, like the man said), were there any that willingly stayed and made a life there despite all the weird shit happening? Are all the people that ended up there simply trapped against their will and forced to make the best of their situation? Has anyone besides Arthur ever actually escaped Addison once they found the truth? Who would believe them if they did?

Just. What the FUCK is up with Addison dude. I need so much more information.

[kewpiekitty]

Hey! Do you think you could write hcs for our proxies Toby, Brian and Tim? I always love to hear hcs about them!! If not, totally fine, have a nice day!! :D

a/n: haiiii anon !! of course you can have some headcanons of our fave proxies !! these will be just some silly headcanons that i thought about cause i'm in a silly mood today !!

please let me know what you think about it ! i thought some of these were kinda funny !!

also the images aren't mine and i am not claiming them as mine !!

⋅˚₊‧ ticci toby ! ‧₊˚ ⋅

toby would listen to the stuff that we listened to growing up ! like fnaf songs, get scared, mcr, sleeping with sirens, escape the fate, falling in reverse, a bucnch of others too !

toby has tried one of tims ciggs and he absolutely hated it !! said it tasted like 'pure shit'

toby is just straight. i thought he'd also be bi or maybe pan but nah i think hes just straight.

even though we all said he liked waffles as kids, i feel like he's more of a french toast man myself !! he doesnt care what he gets for breakfast but if he can he wants french toast.

he's very quiet and doesn't like talking to many people except for a select few of course, like tim or brian.

he's started liking my little pony because sally begs him to watch it with her.

i know this is a weird one but i just get the vibes okay ? he does not change his underwear everyday. more like... every 3 days.

he would have a cedar, pine, and moss kind of smell to him. not from cologne but from his time out in the woods.

he's not romantic whatsoever. he doesn't do cute gestures or anything, he's more you enjoy my presence or you don't kind of guy.

he isn't a big water drinker. he likes to drink dr pepper a lot so tim and brian need to remind force him to drink some water so he doesn't die.

he would be at the mansion all the time, probably spending time with sally or ben.

⋅˚₊‧ hoodie ! ‧₊˚ ⋅

i think that brian would listen to those classical music comps, like dark academia stuff. either that or like anything tbh i feel like he doesn't listen to one specific thing more than the other.

brian is def pan ! he likes anyone and everyone.

brian would smell like oak, river, and patchouli. he does have some of his scent from cologne though !

he likes to have a scheduled time for when he eats, like how some of us do ! he eats in the morning, afternoon and evening !!

he loves having set schedules, he's a man of routine and you can't tell me otherwise !

situationships are NOT for this guy !! if he's gonna date someone he wants it to last forever. i highly doubt he's the one breaking up with somone (unless its for a good reason)

him and tim are hardly ever gonna be found at slender's mansion, probably because they're on a mission for him.

something tells me he'd like making ceramics, using different clay types that he finds outside and stuff.

he'd be the more artisitc out of the three. making small crafts to lay out in his bedroom, or something that sally asks him to make.

he's also a big reader as well, more like murder mysteries or non fiction stuff !

he does occasionally watch movies though ! like horror or sometimes comedies !

he's less active then tim so i feel like he'd have a bit of a tummy due to that. he eats less than tim but more than toby.

⋅˚₊‧ masky ! ‧₊˚ ⋅

tim would 100% listen to divorced dad rock ! things like nickelback, three days grace, the offspring, creed, papa roach, and 3 doors down !

i definitely think that tim would be bi ! i feel like he would be one of those like 'i'm not gay i just appreciate hot men' guys until he finds out he's also attracted to dudes.

tim is a big reader, he doesn't hate tv but there's never really anything that interests him so he doesn't bother watching it.

he smells like sandalwood, leather, and cigarettes (obvi). he might use a single spray of cologne but i feel like it's more of a naturaal kind of smell.

he LOVES cats !! he leaves bowls of food and water out for them wherever he's at!

he'd be very into friends with benefits. he doesn't seem like he'd be ready to settle down any time soon so that would probably be the only option you get.

he's the more responsible one of the three. mostly like a father figure.

his room is mostly neat but it will be cluttered with some papers and pens or stacks of books.

he doesn't like new technology so he sticks to his portable cd player and wired earbuds.

i think his favorite food would be sloppy joes or meatloaf. don't ask why i just feel like it's right.

he likes teaching toby how to do different things, like fighting moves, how to be a quiet so you won''t get caught, and especially how to use different weapons.

lighter hoarder over here ! he'll grab lighters whether they're stuck deep in the mud at a camp site, busted up, or even if they have images on them that aren't his style. (like rainbow cats)

he's chubbier than brian but only by a little. he eats more than brian and is a tiny bit less active than him so he's got a dad bod. but he's still extremely strong and fast !