#insane. wildin even

[icantbotherwithusernames]

oh, whatever. here, have my fav gf fanart i’ve done

this was made back in october, but i still very much like it so imma put this here as well.

[simplydnp]

Do you know which sims video it is where Dan says “Hope the clones doing gooood”?? I can’t find it 😡

oh gosh not off the top of my head, sorry anon!

[rachelbethhines]

Y'all do know that OP just means 'original poster', right?

It's not an insult, it's just an identifier of who started the conversation.

[norrisainz33]

European getaway || cs55

☆ summary: y/n goes on a vacation to spain and ends up meeting carlos sainz by chance. tho she has no idea her european fling is actually a very successful f1 driver

☆ pairing: carlos sainz x nonfamous!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none

☆ requested: yes! thank you sm for this wonderful request

pt. 2

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ynuser: i could get used to this! me encanta espana

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yourbff: petition for us to stay in spain forever

ynuser: time to find our spanish husbands so we never have to leave!

yoursibling: europe looks good on u

ynuser: thanks b 💅🏻

friend3: always serving fits girl

ynuser: half of my clothes are stolen from you

friend2: obsessed with you

ynuser: obsessed with you bb

ynuser has added to their story 🔒

[1. girls night out ahead. 2. guys i met a hot man at this club. 3. hehe he’s taking me home. we stayed out so late it’s almost light again]

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yourbff: we look cute

yourbff: wait he’s hotter than i originally thought hold up 🤤🤤

yourbff: did you even get his name???? how am i supposed to make sure ur safe if i don’t know his name

ynuser: dude he’s so hot it’s insane and his name is carlos

ynuser: i’m with him at his hotel rn and this man has to be loaded this is the nicest hotel i’ve ever stepped foot in.

yourbff: hot AND rich AND sweet AND a gentleman???????? what is in the water here in spain

ynuser: i just googled his watch that he’s wearing and it’s $300k

yourbff: ok tea……y/n/n i’m so serious you are living every girls dream rn including mine

ynuser: i think i love him

yourbff: ok , maybe it’s time for you to come back to the hotel and get some sleep

ynuser: ugh you’re so right.

ynuser: he called me a driver , i’ll be back soon

yourbff: PLEASE TELL ME TOU GOT HIS NUMBER

ynuser: more than that 🤭 him and his friend are going to take us out for dinner tomorrow and show us around town 😫😍🫶🏻

yourbff: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

yoursibling: girl you wildin and i love it. stay safe pls

ynuser: yes of course bb

friend3: why that man kinda look familiar

ynuser: if u figure it out lmk

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[1. sightseeing courtesy of our new friend carlos. 3. looks like we found ourselves some dates 😉]

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friend2: y/n are you sharing churros con chocolate with a MAN

ynuser: YES

ynuser: i’ve been caught

friend2: you sneak.. i need every single detail

yourbff: i feel like we are in a movie for real

ynuser: i think we might be

yoursibling: how is it that you and y/bff/n always end up in these sorts of romance novel type situations

ynuser: it’s bc we are the it girls 💅🏻

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user1: what are you doing in madrid carlos

user2: OMG WHO IS THAT IN THE SECOND SLIDE CARLOSSSSS

landonorris: and what do we have here 👀

carlossainz55: just some travels in spain!

landonorris: with a girl??

carlossainz55: good catch 😉

landonorris: DETAILS?!

carlossainz55: if you must know and you promise to keep it secret

landonorris: of course mate

carlossainz55: i met this gorgeous girl in a club in barcelona and we hit it off. she doesn’t know im a driver she just thinks im a guy on holiday and its been rather refreshing so now im showing her around spain

landonorris: i support you in this brother but you know you’re gonna have to explain the whole famous thing at some point

carlossainz55: i know i know

user3: just fell to my knees is this a soft launch

charlesleclerc: enjoying break i see 😏

carlossainz55: yes i am 😏

user4: everyone stay calm!!!! stay CALM

user5: so little info here how am i supposed to find this girl by her shoes 🫣

user6: can’t wait till f1gossip sees this

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yoursibling: hold up did HE COME WITJ YOU GUYS

ynuser: yes 🤭

ynuser: when i tell you i think i met the love of my life

yoursibling: ugh i’m so jealous but also so happy for you!! you deserve this

friend2: bruh he’s fine as heck what is going on here

ynuser: no i know

yourbff: wait send me the pic of carlos and teto carrying our luggage pls im begging

ynuser: done and done

friend3: y/n y/m/n y/l/n have you ever seen a formula 1 race before

ynuser: you mean like the race cars?

friend3: yes the race cars!!!! i’m 99.9% sure that man in your photos drives for the FERRARI F1 TEAM. THAT IS THE CARLOS SAINZ

ynuser: oh my god… you’re right …….. he’s a FAMOUS FERRARI DRIVER?!

ynuser: oh my god he has 10 million followers

friend3: how did you NOT know this!!!!!!!!

ynuser: idk!!! i don’t follow f1!!!

friend3: well now you legally have to

ynuser: clearly omg

friend3: YOURE THE GIRL IN HIS STORY OFNEKGN

ynuser: OMG I AM

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f1gossip: carlos sainz has been spotted getting cozy with a mystery girl in madrid! we think this has got to be the girl who was in the story carlos posted a few days ago. they’ve also been spotted out at dinner with another woman and who we believe to be teto!! no information on who they are just yet but seem by all accounts to not be anyone we know

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user1: when will it be my turn!!!!

user2: that should be me 😭😭😭 happy for her i guess 😭😭😫😫

user3: so he was soft launching someone

user4: happy for him ig

friend3: ynuser girl

ynuser: oh my god

friend2: girl oh my god

yourbff: omg stop ???? is this movie about us???

user6: do you all know something we don’t

user3: no bc your profile pics kinda be similar to the girl in the pics f1 gossip posted 👀

user6: carlos doesn’t follow them yet but maybe that’ll change

user3: WAIT IT SAYS HES FOLLOWING YNUSER NOW

user5: i am so envious

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friend3: ok so the fan girls have found us it seems

ynuser: they really have… i have 2,694 follower requests right now

yourbff: the f1gossip account is trying to contact me,, they’re literally in my dms rn…. you look hot tho 😘😍😫

ynuser: they’re also trying to message me too. never thought our trip to spain would end up like this (i’m not complaining this is just a little overwhelming)

yourbff: me neither but if it had to happen i’m glad you met carlos!! you two seem like genuinely really well matched. i know it’s only been like…. 3 weeks but im stanning and shipping y/ncarlos so hard

ynuser: 😮‍💨😭 y/ncarlos omg stop hahaha

ynuser: i’m planning to put him in my pocket and take him back to the states with us

carlossainz55: ay dios mío hermosa chica 😍😍

ynuser: 🤭 you’re making me blush

carlossainz55: good, it’s cute when you blush

ynuser: you really have 10 million followers and drive for the scuderia ferrari huh

carlossainz55: yes mi amor. im sorry for not telling you sooner… i just really was enjoying getting to know you as just carlos and not as the ferrari driver

ynuser: and that makes sense i just … this is all just a bit intimidating

carlossainz55: no reason to be intimidated, i’m still just carlos 🥺

ynuser: if you say so

carlossainz55: i do say so hermosa🤍

carlossainz55: now that the cat is out of the bag…. do you want to come watch me race?

ynuser: you want me to come to one of your races?

carlossainz55: only if you want to! no pressure at all tho y/n/n

ynuser: i’d love to 😫

carlossainz55: i was hoping you’d say that. i’ll make arrangements for you to come to monza 😉

ynuser: italy?! omg i’ve never been to italy!!!!

carlossainz55: never?! oh boy then i have quite the time planned for us

landonorris: i feel like an elite member of a very exclusive club for being able to follow

ynuser: you are!! only 231 other people have the privilege

friend2: please send lando norris my number i see he’s following you now

ynuser: HAHAHAAH i respect the hustle. i tell him about you when i meet him in person in 2 weeks

friend2: IN PWROSN Y/N WHAT

yoursibling: bestie why are race car fan accounts trying to contact me all the sudden

ynuser: so you know that man i’ve been seeing while in spain with y/bff/n? turns out he’s a very famous formula 1 driver

yoursibling: you’ve got to be kidding me

ynuser: i am being very for real

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ynuser: thank you to spain for literally changing my life

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friend2: omg that’s where my sunglasses went 🙄

ynuser: idk what you’re talking abt 🤭

yourbff: thanks for going on the trip of a lifetime with me y/n/n

ynuser: i love you bestie 🫶🏻

carlossainz55: and thank you to the universe for crossing our paths 🥹

ynuser: thank you universe, i am forever grateful 😫

landonorris: ok cool girl alert

ynuser: you know it

friend3: i’m not sure how to act normal in these comments y/n

ynuser: me neither

yoursibling: you’re never coming home after italy in a few weeks are you

ynuser: nope!

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carlossainz55: happy for the team, charles and the tifosi. it’s a shame i missed the podium but at least i got to spend my birthday with my favorite girl. until next time monza!

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user2: ohhhhhh a hard launch

user3: i wish he got a podium in his last monza in a ferrari

charlesleclerc: ❤️ thank you chili

alexandrasaintmleux: cuties 🤍

user4: this hard launch is distracting me from the immense sadness, thanks carlos

user55: she’s living my dream your honor

ynuser: feliz cumpleaños mi amor

carlossainz55: gracias princessa

ynuser: gracias por una semana perfecta [thank you for a perfect week]

carlossainz55: de nada 🤍

user10: you did all you could carlos

scuderiaferrari: we are proud of you chili

user16: you and your big brain still did amazing

yourbff: you did great carlos!

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[joejhang]

every insane thing in arcane season 2 act 3

ep 7 was a masterpiece truly took me out

lowk really funny the way they cut from the happy, (almost) perfect world au to jayce hallucinating and eating raw meat

TIMEBOMB CANON????? lowk didn't see the appeal of it UNTIL NOW WTF WAS THATTTTT

au powder MY GIRLLLLL

dude they yassified silco in the au too. i'm hearing y'all out this time.

HEIMER???? he was such a real one bro

jayce hallucinating mel and viktor and the two of them being interchangeable/intertwined in his mind. which could mean nothing.

also on that note i KNEW everyone was too quick to judge my boy jayce GOD what an interesting character

the "pretend like it's the first time" thing kind of killed me a bit i might've cried a little

it really just proves WE COULD'VE HAD IT ALLLLLL

killing IS a cycle

jinx w her hair out was something i didn't know i needed

caitlyn and jinx's dynamic is SO YUM i need more of their tense interactions

caitvi argument like five mins into the episode lowk gave me life I LOVE ANGST

jinx and vi continue to kill me slowly

everyone who ever said vi gave up on jinx or was a bad older sister i hope u guys CHOKE on ur fucking words

caitvi sex scene...in a jail cell...bro they were wildin

"i saw someone" "i don't fucking care" SUCH A VI THING TO SAY GODDDD I LOVE THEM

they have sm chemistry god

somehow they made mel's character design even more gorgeous than before tf

viktor was lowk wildin but i don't really care i love that man

ngl i was kinda like "viktor baby what ru doing" somewhere in there but i knew they'd work it out

"i'll miss our talks" "no you won't" HAHAHAHHA SKY'S A REAL ONE

jinx boutta khs and then ekko stops her FOAMING AT THE MOUTHHHHH THEY DESERVED MORE SCREENTIME TOGETHER

i knew maddie was sus.

jayvik canon jayvik canon jayvik canon jayvik canon

honestly it would've been less gay if they kissed

everyone is DOOMED oh my god

jinx swooping in to save the day WHO ELSE CHEERED

lowkey i miss her twin tails but i get why she cut them

JINX AND VI FIGHTING TOGETHER AGAIN UGH SISTERHOOD

"i'm always with you sis" IT REALLY IS ABOUT THEM IT WAS ALWAYS ABOUT THEM

i actually don't think jinx is dead that scene w cait and the air vents isn't there for no reason

not mad about the open ending tho

SO impressed how they managed to tie so many loose ends together arcane creators you will always be famous

again love the fast pace it does it for me

also cait was looking SO FINE in that last scene i actually gasped when i saw her on screen i love women oh my god

shoutout to caitvi for being the ONLY couple that gets a happy ending in this fucking show

ekko MVP GIVE MY MAN HIS BREAD

[akkivee]

it was about time i typed out my thoughts on grateful cypher lol. i’m still processing it actually!!!! but i actually think this play is not for me lmao!!!! it was a genuinely fantastic play don’t get me wrong, like i was actually taken aback by how the play went down, depicted some of my fav relationship beats at their finest and had lots of banger moments, but the moment it became very tdd centric, i knew this was not the play for the type of fan i am lol

but whatever!!!! i’m used to feeling like sasara and kuukou are side pieces so here’s what i really enjoyed about grateful cypher!!!!!

legends era stage’s funniest song was that rosasa on live tv for how the actors took to that bit and were playing around with everyone lol like they were peak adlibs but i genuinely think ‘Sight-Seeing and Gambling and Partying and Adult’s Only Streets’ is now Thee funniest song hypstage has ever put out LOL

like the title alone was sending me but then the actual song made me laugh so hard, there were literally tears in my eyes and i had to go back to make sure i didn’t miss anything bc i was laughing so hard LOL

like that song literally put the power of music on display, when jyushi and hitoya got separated in tokyo and had their own little adventure bumping into the other divisions trying to find each other, the beat was literally

gendice to some pop dance music: shibuya entertainment~🎶 shibuya entertainment~🎶

jyushi to the beat of really aggressive rock: HITOYA-SAN HELP ME HITOYA-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

dohifu to that pop dance music: shinjuku party~🎶 shinjuku party~🎶

hitoya ft that fr aggressive rock: JYUSHI YOU FCKING IDIOT JYUSHI YOU BUFFOON HOW DID YOU GET LOST

LIKE I WAS DYING LMAOOO

and the song was wildin for making rei flirt with jyushi lmao!!!!!!

i wish i knew why but i actually found dice and jyushi’s interactions rly cute lol 🥺🥺🥺 maybe it was how plucky dice was next to how baby jyushi was lol

that rio juto dinner song also made me laugh lmao the moment juto started singing happily after rio’s dinner got wrecked bc he thought he got away with not eating rio’s food was so funny lmao except rio managed to save him a plate anyway 😭😭😭😭

that bat dish was neon coloured!!!!!!! like nahhhh bro run juto run!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

ight so imma try to keep the nitpicking to a minimum as we get into the actual play lol but samatoki and ichiro just slugging sasara and kuukou for trying to break up their fight was actually insane lmao

it wasn’t something i particularly liked in canon, but the stage really highlighted how in the early days of the tdd manga, mcd and nb mirrored tf out of each other, as in, they physically showed their bond in the same way and it was stupid tbh but it was kinda cool to see in that throwback kinda sense lol

*crying* but that remorse ichiro had accidentally hurting kuukou in canon…… even tho it’s lowkey linked to ichiro not wanting to hurt anyone……… and then it was kuukou who instigated the fight bc of his penchant for violence………. uuuuuuuuuuuuu…………..

i am slightly mollified by the two of them being in each other’s faces in order to argue in a very stark contrast to the others lmao

THOSE MFS JUMPED SASARA!!!!!!!!!! THEY ACTUALLY JUMPED SASARA??????

AND THEN PULLED JYUSHI INTO THE BACKSTREETS TO KNOCK HIM OUT WHILE KUUKOU WASNT LOOKING?????

AND STABBED KUUKOU??????????? WHO OFC DIDNT GO DOWN SO THEY BASHED HIS HEAD IN???????

H…..HUH??????????????????????

*applauds* west end mafia everyone!!!! give it up for west end mafia!!!!! some hardcore mfs!!!!!!!

i liked them!!!!! they were scrappy as hell bc they were very aware of their weakness so they compensated in the worst way possible lmao

it was a bit of a missed opportunity to not have kuukou be a part of their final confrontation since he’s all about training to bc he thinks he’s weak but it’s all good lol ichiro’s same hat bro!!!!!

i got ahead of myself tho lol, that tdd confrontation scene after sasara, kuukou and jyushi got taken out was pretty neat actually lol. i am someone who agrees everyone made up a liiiiiiittle too quickly, and i always liked the stage exaggerated conflict so this was nice see lol

like stage ramuda has one hell of a stage presence, he carried that entire scene, from that nonchalance that made rosho accuse him of hurting🎋📿🌙, to his eventual descent into feeling betrayed but accepting bc it was his own actions that caused so much distrust in him

the hama fans were (rightfully) upset there wasn’t a single scene between mtc, and it’s very likely bc if samatoki had been with a single member of his team, much less the both of them, he would not have gotten taken out by west end mafia lmao

and more on hachiouji division!!!!!! ain’t they neat lol????? they’re so interesting, they all want to be praised and validated, like tokuma (kinda), yoshitsune, ranmaru and shion all turned to mahiru for that validation and west end mafia’s ultimate goal was mahiru’s way to gain that validation ITS SICK

and i really liked the way you could kinda tell mahiru and tokuma were like a boss and his right hand man 🥺🥺🥺

west end mafia still reminds me of the pet shop boy’s ‘west end girls’ and i still doubt that song was the inspiration behind their name but it’s a song marred in violence as they build a lasting foundation so it kinda sorta fits hachiouji lol

also mahiru has a uk button on his jacket and the song’s british lol 🤭🤭🤭

that rei and ichiro scene after ichiro lost his bros to hachiouji literally took my breath away lol

rei guiding him to slow down and think and the song was backed by some incredible vocals on rei’s part like bruh 😭😭😭😭

AND 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 WHEN ICHIRO ASKED HOW REI WASNT WORRIED ABOUT JIRO AND SABURO????

REI: YOU WANT ME TO SAVE THEM?

ICHIRO: NO BUT YOURE STILL—

THE WAY ICHIRO CUTS HIMSELF OFF FROM CALLING HIM THEIR FATHER

AND REI LAUGHS AND AGREES WITH THE UNSPOKEN THAT YEAH HES A DEADBEAT WITH NO RIGHT TO CALL HIMSELF THEIR FATHER

BUT ADMITS THAT IF JIRO AND SABURO ARE HIS KIDS THEN THEY WOULDNT BE TAKEN OUT SO EASILY HYPSTAGE NEVER MISSES WITH THE YAMADA DYNAMIC

i really really liked how by working together, those who were left were actually able to out manoeuvre hachiouji

but they went separate ways, jakurai and ichiro going to the hachiouji base just the two of them and got out manoeuvred by hachiouji’s teamwork like what a banging choice 😭😭😭

i did not like watching jiro and saburo in fear ☹️ it was looking pretty rough for them, thank god the rest of the leaders pulled up lol

ik i shouldn’t lol but i loved the way kuukou made sure to protect jiro and saburo and promised to carry on their rage for them 🥺🥺🥺 it directly mirrors ichiro taking on mahiru’s rage at the world on his back for them but again, i shouldn’t be making those connections lol

kuukou: *does a flying roundhouse kick on an enemy mid verse*

me: THAT WAS COOL SHIT BUT BBY YOU GOT STABBED IN THE BACK AND HAD YOUR HEAD BLUDGEONED CHILL OUT KUUKOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭

the way the beat and music actually stopped at this part was tough bro samatoki needs to share his peak with the rest of the crew bro tf 😭😭😭😭😭

kuukou’s a tsundere in this play btw lol

kuukou in the face of ichiro’s feelings in canon: hey don’t worry about it man!!!! 😅😆😅

kuukou in the face of ichiro’s feelings in gc: EW WHAT WAS THAT??? *turns away pouting*😤😳😤

LOL AND WHILE KUUKOU WAS SQUATTING AWAY FROM EVERYONE ELSE SAMATOKI AND ICHIRO DECIDED TO PICK A FIGHT WITH EACH OTHER AND HE LITERALLY LOOKED OVER HIS SHOULDER AT THEM WITH SHEER DISGUST

AND SASARA LITERALLY HAD TO DRAG HIM IN SO THEY COULD STOP THEM BRO WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH SAMATOKI AND ICHIRO LMAO AND YOU KNOW WHAT???

MOOD

[qnewsau]

Lady Gaga fans declare her wild Coachella set 'the best ever'

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Lady Gaga fans declare her wild Coachella set 'the best ever'

Lady Gaga fans have praised the star’s headlining performance at Coachella, declaring the full-blown theatrical and operatic concert extravaganza the desert festival’s best set ever.

Gaga topped the bill at the music festival in Indio, California, for the second time on Saturday evening (AEST), after previously headlining in 2017.

Lady Gaga told the Coachella crowd part way through she “wanted to make a romantic gesture” to her fans by building “you an opera house in the desert.”

And she did, opening the performance on an elaborate set with Bloody Mary in a red dress several stories high in front of a baroque backdrop featuring gargoyles and angels.

She later sang Poker Face on a huge chess board, with her backing dancers playing the role of chess pieces.

Drawing from her latest album Mayhem, she performed Zombieboy with prop skeletons and was joined by French producer Gesaffelstein for Killah.

“Lady Gaga is serving vocals, choreo, visuals, and a STORY all in one performance. this deserves a grammy in itself idgaf,” one fan wrote on X.

Another wrote, “Lady Gaga absolutely devoured her opening to Coachella with Bloody Mary, Abracadabra, Judas & Scheiße this was more amazing then anything I could imagined.”

“Satanic rituals, fighting doppelgangers, chess queen dance battles, zombies, unsettling crutch walks… It’s a Lady Gaga opera at Coachella. Our girl is back,” somebody else declared.

lady gaga performing poker face as a chess game dance battle is a GAG #GAGACHELLA pic.twitter.com/69nhjaYIiC

— Gaga Crave (@AMENARTPOP) April 12, 2025

This might be Gaga’s BEST performance to date. She ate every second—vocals flawless, stage presence otherworldly. ‘The Garden of Eden’ and ‘Poker Face’ were peak artistry. She ate. No one’s touching her. pic.twitter.com/CnrXi10zra

— Pop Tingz (@ThePopTingz) April 12, 2025

lady gaga performing paparazzi in the year 2025… tearing up a little #GAGACHELLA pic.twitter.com/tA7fWojezu

— arianators wildin (@arianatorswildt) April 12, 2025

I have no words LADY GAGA, thank you #GAGACHELLA pic.twitter.com/wByQEvkLgF

— Nata (@NataLomelloM) April 12, 2025

I have no words. All I can say is this Lady Gaga set might be the greatest coachella set of all time. #GAGACHELLA pic.twitter.com/XTb8BagSwh

— imani ️ (@fantasizemafia) April 12, 2025

Lady Gaga is coming  to Australia in December

Earlier this week, Lady Gaga officially announced the Australian leg of The MAYHEM Ball tour.

Gaga will play three stadium shows: one each in Sydney, Melbourne and Brisbane this December.

The concerts will be Gaga’s first-ever stadium shows in Australia, and her first shows here since 2014.

Lady Gaga is serving vocals, choreo, visuals, and a STORY all in one performance. this deserves a grammy in itself idgaf #GAGACHELLA pic.twitter.com/eNZ0ltP7PG

— imani ️ (@fantasizemafia) April 12, 2025

Lady Gaga performing ‘Born This Way’ at Coachella. pic.twitter.com/n12eP7nP8f

— ‏ً (@gagavenom) April 12, 2025

Lady Gaga closes her headlining #Coachella set with ‘Bad Romance.’ pic.twitter.com/ekeVqixvH5

— Pop Base (@PopBase) April 12, 2025

Gaga at Coachella has been INSANE pic.twitter.com/PUQDVhbed2

— Mithrandir ‍♂️ (@monzterstan) April 12, 2025

Lady Gaga’s full Coachella set list

Act I – Of Velvet and Vice 1. Bloody Mary 2. Abracadabra 3. Judas 4. Scheiße 5. Garden of Eden 6. Poker Face

Act II – And She Fell Into a Gothic Dream 7. Perfect Celebrity 8. Disease 9. Paparazzi 10. Alejandro 11. The Beast

Act III – The Beautiful Nightmare That Knows Her Name 12. Killah 13. Zombieboy 14. Die With a Smile 15. How Bad Do U Want Me 16. Abracadabra (Gesaffelstein Remix) – Interlude

Act IV: To Make Her Is to Lose Her 17. Shadow Of a Man 18. Kill for Love 19. Born This Way 20. Shallow 21. Vanish Into You

Finale: Eternal Aria of the Monster Heart 22. Bad Romance

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

[queer-ragnelle]

The opening of the Vulgate Merlin is rocking me tbh. First sentence is batshit.

"In this part the story says that the devil grew very angry after Our Lord had gone to Hell and freed Adam and Eve"

I know what it means by that, I know the belief that's referencing, but I'd forgotten about it and it's so completely alien to the Bible that I did a double take.

I keep thinking I know what's gonna happen and it veers off in an insane other direction.

This devil wants a half-devil kid, and knows a woman who will do whatever he wants. Great, ask her to have the kid. NOPE use her to torment her husband, kill herself, kill her son, and ultimately kill the husband and one (two?) of the three daughters. Why, man. This could have been so much easier.

And on and on and on like this I'm only even ten pages in. Why did any of this have to happen in this specific way.

Anonymous was wildin'.

[sunshines-child]

*spins dramatically in chair* god im so tired. sunny ur children have taken over my prefrontal cortex its not funny anymore.

partner in crime - madilyn mei: screams luc to me thinking of his little dove, but also from theos angsty teen perspective. the song fits them both almost like a back and forth conversation (i might make a post actually this is genius lmao). actually now that i think of it it fits u too lol (it has that vintage circus vibe if u will)

why good people become monsters: video essay of sorts exploring the lucifer effect (nuff said lol), but i recommend reading the comments for more insight and perspective. the art and presentation is slightly unsettling and i love it.

random quotes i from the top of my desktop notes: (long read sorry)

"he had all his mother's vivid imagination and passionate love of beauty. Frost of winter, invitation of spring, dream of summer and glamour of autumn, all meant much to Walter." - rainbow valley, l.m montgomery

-> luc and mercy change my mind (u cant hehe)

He said: “Only God can Judge a monster like that… I just set up the appointment”

-> my boi armund snaps (and snaps someones neck oop-)

“hell is empty, all the devils are here” - the tempest, shakespeare

-> this is definately written somewhere on altis lol

… as John [Lennon] told Rolling Stone magazine in 1970, “When it gets down to it, when you’re drowning, you don’t say, ‘I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me,’ you just scream.”

-> theo fighting his demons and losing :') eventually leading to some fall out with daddy dearest.

"It brings me so much joy to watch someone else get staggered by the full range of human degeneracy. We really do be wildin." - a yt comment lol

->i like to think that while both luc and altis kill in cold blood, for titi its another day job or whatever but for luc he thinks a lot about life and death and morality and corruption and thats what leads him to insanity later on.

classic case of living long enough to see urself as the villain but also a favourite trope of mine where people join the dark side for the cookies out of deep empathy for the wronged victims as opposed to say the violence and injustices they themselves may have experienced.

but also post armunds death luc lets all hell loose because how *dare* anyone lay a finger on his beloved boy?! the angst potential my dear is frankly off the charts and i love them all so much it hurts

anyhows this is for fun & i wanted to share some pebbles with ya

i couldnt resist >:D

I have not a single regret taking over your prefrontal cortex. ITS MINE NOW MWAHAHHAHAHAHA Partners in Crime by Madilyn Mei recognition YAYYYYYYY it’s so fit for their characters I’m in tears RAAAAAAAAAAAA Im not changing your mind you’re cooking. “he had all his mother's vivid imagination and passionate love of beauty. Frost of winter, invitation of spring, dream of summer and glamour of autumn, all meant much to Walter." You’re hurting me it’s so fucking beautiful oh my poor heart and soul he is the very bring of his mother, those calloused hands still flying, desperate to cling onto Mercy’s hands, still desperate to cling upon the hands of his mother who rested his head upon her breast. Armund doesn’t exactly ever…snap. His rage is there, and everyone knows it’s there. He’s the only one getting rid of his rage instead of bottling it down. He’s constantly shrouded by rage. “hell is empty the devils are here” is my knew favorite quote. I’m one of the devils LMAO also yes it is very much inked on Altis (probably his hip) Luc and Altis kill like all hell. And you’re very right on what they feel. Altis feels nothing. It’s just another thing he has to do. No rush, no nothing. He’s just… doing it. Luc in the other hand feels everything. Even when it’s someone he is killing more as a task, he’ll feel a rush of everything, all the thoughts, everything. He knows, oh he knows the mortality of everything, including his own soul. (Also he’s constantly bringing the edge of “what if I just died”. It’s. It’s worrying.) Luc. Luc BREAKS when Armund dies. He loves his son, but in the end there’s no tru nurture still left in it. His son turns away from him, and he draws back his hand and cries. And his little angel, his Armind is there, to give him a true taste of joy despite the life all of them live. And what happens to man without joy?

[mischas]

Just rewatched the 3×15 "I want you" scene and I hate the writers so much for interrupting it. Y'all couldn’t have just let them fuck one last time? Lmaooo but seriously. This show has enough ass backwards storylines that punish Marissa so they could've let that scene happen and then have Marissa feel guilty (even more than she canonically did) because she was wildin while Johnny was dying 💀 (okay im not serious, that would've been terrible but I just wanted that scene to finish lol). No seriously, why would you go thru all the trouble of giving RM the tragic and poetic last hurrah of having Marissa "choose" Ryan after the ultimatum thingy that would directly lead to Johnny's death which in turn would lead to their breakup if you weren’t gonna give us one last poetic raunchy consummation? (Okay that was cringe but you get my point) Did they hate RM or what? What was the point of doing mid-S3 the way they did?

Rant over

Yeah dude I hear you. There was ample time in s3 to course correct and they just kept giving us everything except what we actually wanted. The scene in 314 is so good chemistry-wise, it's kind of insane just in terms of the story and the actors. Just get RM in a room uninterrupted and they'll come out of it with 80% of their issues resolved. This show is literally a never-ending 'what if' because everything gets exponentially worse.

Having Kaitlin present the Baskin Robbins metaphor in conjunction with the letter had to mean something at some point but it got dropped in favor of rebound relationships instead. The show was suffering in the ratings at the time and thought adding an element of sex would help them out. And you know how much this show loved bringing in guest stars. And it's massively insinuated that Mischa and Ben weren't getting along at this time (like I said, making the 314 chemistry... something). So production went all in on those rebounds. By this time the scripts were only written three weeks before an episode even aired, so imagine the quick turnaround this late in the game. The show was a goddamn mess by s3 and they thought removing Mischa from the equation would solve everyone's problems. And they quickly realized it didn't solve shit because she wasn't the problem after all lmao

[mjonthetrack]

vice queen IV

Chapter 190 — Twin Kings & Twin Uncles

It had been a day.

Ariel was finally napping.

Like actually napping. Dead to the world, curled up sideways in bed with her hair tied in a fuzzy scarf and one of Jey’s hoodies riding up her thigh. She had a burp cloth draped over her shoulder, a nipple pad half stuck to her wrist, and a bottle of Gatorade on the nightstand.

And Jey? Jey was LOSING IT.

Not in a meltdown way. Not in a full “I give up” collapse. Nah. He was holding it down. But he was also holding a crying Zephyr in one arm, while Kairo was doing baby squats on his chest like he was training for the infant Olympics.

“Okay, okay, okay—yo chill,” Jey muttered, bouncing and swaying and shushing and breathing through it. “I fed you. I burped you. I rocked you. I even sang that weird cartoon jingle mama plays on YouTube. Why y’all wildin’ on me?”

Kairo shrieked. Zephyr followed, high-pitched like a damn baby pterodactyl.

And right then?

Ding-dong.

Jey froze. “…if that’s an Amazon package and not divine intervention I’m throwing someone off the balcony.”

He opened the door— And there was Jimmy.

With two coffees, a breakfast sandwich, a spare pack of diapers, a swaddle blanket, and an unbothered smirk.

“Ayo,” he said, striding in like a damn superhero. “You look like sh*t.”

Jey looked down at his stained hoodie, hair in a frizzed-up bun, socks mismatched. “Thanks, brother of the year.”

Jimmy handed him a coffee. “I came to help. Heard the babies were dragging you.”

“They’re tag-teaming me like a Royal Rumble. Ariel’s out cold and I’m one burp away from seeing stars.”

Jimmy dropped his stuff on the kitchen counter, cracked his neck, and clapped his hands like a coach at halftime.

“Let’s run it.”

Twin. Brother. Energy. Activated.

10 minutes later...

The scene in the living room was INSANE.

Jimmy had Kairo on his shoulder, bouncing with a perfect rhythm, humming the Family Matters theme song like it was a lullaby.

Jey was mid-diaper change on Zephyr, holding his little legs up like “don’t you dare pee on me.”

“Yo why your son act like he bench pressin' air already?” Jimmy asked, looking at Kairo’s tiny flexed arms. “I swear he trying to start a fight.”

Jey snorted, wiping Zephyr down. “He kicked me in the titty last night. No remorse.”

Jimmy grinned. “They Fatus. We born with hands.”

Zephyr started to fuss. Jey flipped him gently and laid him across his arm like a pro. “Bro. I got mad respect for Camille. I don’t know how she did this while healing AND doing her lashes like it was nothing.”

“She blacked out the pain and went full ‘bad bitch mode.’ Ain’t no other explanation.”

They both cracked up—quietly, of course, because Ariel still hadn’t stirred, and waking her meant they both died.

By 30 minutes in, they had both twins swaddled, burped, and chilling in the double bassinet.

Both uncles leaned over the tiny kings, hands on their hips like they just secured world peace.

Jimmy nodded. “Lowkey? We did that.”

Jey gave him a tired-ass grin. “Tag-team of the year. You ever think we’d be changing diapers and debating wipe warmers?”

Jimmy side-eyed him. “No. And yet, here we are. Still fine. Still legendary.”

Then from the hallway—

A sleepy voice.

“Y’all being loud as hell.”

Ariel, still half-asleep, stumbled into the living room with one sock on and the other stuck to her elbow, hoodie halfway buttoned and one boobpad hanging on for dear life.

Jey turned quick, arms open. “Mama! We got it! You should still be asleep—”

She waved him off, dropped into the rocker with a groan. “Woke up to my boobs hurting and the distinct sound of y’all tryin’ to burp them like they was grown.”

Jimmy pointed proudly. “And we succeeded. They both clean, fed, and vibin’. Call us the Twin Whisperers.”

Ariel blinked, looked at the bassinet, looked at them… Then mumbled, “I might actually love y’all.”

Jimmy smirked. “You do love us. You just forgot under all the hormones.”

Chapter 192 (Reframed) — You Waitin’ for Spring or What?

The twins were down. For once.

Kairo was starfished in the bassinet like he’d survived war. Zephyr was curled into the tiniest ball, breathing all soft, one sock missing like he’d kicked it off mid-scream fest.

The apartment was dim. Warm-toned. Quiet. Ariel was knocked out in the bedroom with her bonnet halfway off and Jey’s hoodie swallowed around her knees, finally getting rest.

Jey was posted on the balcony in sweats and socks, baby monitor in hand, staring out over the chilled city. The November breeze hit just right—sharp enough to feel like the season changed, soft enough to breathe in deep.

Behind him, Jimmy stepped out with two mugs. Coffee for himself. Something non-caffeinated and herbal for his twin. Big brother energy. Dead serious.

“Ay.”

Jey took the cup without looking.

Jimmy sipped slow, leaning on the railing beside him. “So. You waitin’ for spring, or what?”

Jey glanced over. “What?”

Jimmy side-eyed him. “To marry her. It’s November. You keep saying ‘soon,’ but the clock ticking, bro. You waiting for the flowers to bloom or are you just scared?”

Jey exhaled hard, eyes flicking back to the skyline.

“She just had the twins.”

“I know.”

“She still healing. Still tired. Still dealing with milk leaks and c-section soreness and insomnia.”

“I know, Jey.”

“So why you pressing me?”

Jimmy took a sip. “’Cause you acting married. She is your wife. We all know it. The babies know it. Hell, the mailmanknow it. But you ain’t sealed it yet.”

Jey flexed his jaw. Said nothing.

Jimmy dropped the real bomb. “You gon’ let this year end without marrying her? The same year she gave birth to your sons? The same year she damn near went to war for you while carrying them?”

That hit. Jey shifted, eyes narrowing like the words stung.

Jimmy softened his tone. “She didn’t just survive this year, bro. She became. A mother. A partner. A soldier. She wore your last name through the fire. You gave her a ring. Cool. You gave her a title. Fine. But you know what she ain’t got yet?”

He waited.

Jey answered, quiet. “A ceremony. Her moment.”

Jimmy nodded. “Yeah. Her day. Not the baby shower. Not the hospital. Her. In her dress. Crowned for real.”

Jey looked down at his mug. Then back at the baby monitor. Two blinking green dots. His legacy, wrapped in swaddles.

He murmured, almost to himself: “She deserves something beautiful. Something now. Something that don’t make her wait just ‘cause I wanna make it perfect.”

Jimmy smiled. “Exactly. Stop trying to build her a palace when she already living in your empire. Just open the doors and make her Queen. Ain’t gotta be spring. She already glowing.”

Jey nodded slow. Then firmer. Solid. “I’ma marry her before the year ends.”

Jimmy’s eyes lit.

“December?”

Jey grinned. “Yup. Winter wedding. Black velvet. Firelight. Deep wine and gold. Her looking like a damn goddess. I’m talking throne aisle, not pews. Real empire vibes.”

Jimmy let out a low whistle. “Ayo. That’s it. That’s the one.”

Jey finally sipped his tea, his whole body relaxing like the decision dropped an invisible weight off his chest.

“She gave me everything. Time to give her forever.”

Chapter 193 — Thanksgiving Queenpin

Thanksgiving at the Fatu bunker was never small.

It wasn’t just a meal. It was an event. A yearly family feast-slash-gathering-slash-undercover strategy summit. There were kids running around with frosted sugar cookies, bulletproof vests hanging off the backs of dining chairs, and the smell of turkey, collard greens, and danger floating in the air.

And right in the middle of it?

Ariel.

Standing in the open kitchen under golden light in a soft brown velvet bodycon dress that hugged every curve God gave back to her — and then some. Her curls were up in a pineapple, gold hoops swinging, a subtle nude gloss on her lips, and not a limp in sight.

Girl was walking like she never pushed out twins. Like she never blacked out at an ultrasound. Like her name wasn’t just Ariel… but Queen Ariel Fatu.

And yeah, everyone noticed.

Especially Jey.

He had both babies strapped to him in the front carrier — one on each side like a whole twin kangaroo. He looked sleep-deprived but emotionally fulfilled, hair freshly braided and chain tucked in his shirt like he was trying to behave in front of the elders.

Until he saw her.

And then? All bets were off.

“Goddamn,” he muttered under his breath as she walked past the long table, her hips doing that soft sway that should’ve been illegal in a room full of food. “Look at mama…”

Camille, fixing deviled eggs across from him, smirked. “Yeah, she knew what she was doing when she put that on.”

“She got a whole formation,” Jey whispered, eyes glued to her like a man possessed. “Her stomach flat. Her walk ain’t even got a stutter. And them hips. Oh my god. What the hell is that?”

Camille popped an olive in her mouth, unbothered. “That’s a post-birth bounce back mixed with ass growth, twin. You should be proud.”

“I am. I am. I’m scared. But I’m proud.”

Across the room, Ariel took a plate of mac and cheese from Lo, laughing at something Zilla said, one hand on her hip, the other reaching for a sweet roll.

Courtney leaned over to her. “You know he’s staring again.”

“I felt it,” Ariel said without turning around. “Man’s burning a hole in my dress with his eyes.”

“You did that on purpose.”

“I absolutely did.”

The twins in Jey’s carrier started to fuss—Kairo letting out a little “mmph” squeak, Zephyr kicking gently at his chest.

Jey kissed the top of both their heads and rocked slightly, trying not to drop dead at the sight of his fiancée talking animatedly and smiling like she hadn’t been in survival mode just weeks ago.

She looked alive again. Not just awake. Not just functioning. But vibrant. Glowing. In her body. In her skin. In her aura.

She caught him watching.

Stopped mid-convo, turned, raised one brow with a smirk. “You gon’ eat or stare, king?”

Jey grinned, walking toward her slowly, twins and all. “Depends what’s on the menu, mama. ‘Cause you lookin’ like a whole damn plate.”

That got a few “Oooohhhs” from the room.

Jimmy, seated with a plate already halfway gone, yelled out: “Yo! We tryna bless this food, not catch feelings!”

Jey ignored him. Stopped in front of her, leaned in, kissed her forehead.

“You good, baby?”

Ariel beamed. “I’m better.”

She turned, kissed each baby’s head on his chest, then whispered low enough for only him to hear: “Later, I want you to take this dress off slowly. Like respectfully. But still filthy.”

Jey blinked. “Oh. Say less. I’m bout to eat fast as hell.”

Chapter 194 – Worship You, Always

The twins were finally down for the night. Miracle.

The house was dim, warm. Soft golden lamps cast a low glow across their bedroom. Ariel had changed out of the dress hours ago, but Jey swore he could still see the silhouette of her body in his memory like it was carved into his brain.

She was in one of his black T-shirts, oversized but still hugging her in all the right places. No bra. Legs bare. Her skin kissed with cocoa butter and exhaustion.

Jey stood leaning against the dresser, arms folded, chain swinging loose around his neck. Watching her. Studying her.

Ariel caught the look from where she was smoothing a fresh pillow down.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jey didn’t move. His voice dropped low. “Because I’m trying not to fall to my knees.”

She blinked.

“Boy, shut up—”

“Nah.” He pushed off the dresser, slow steps forward. “I mean it.”

Ariel’s smile faltered a little, brows pulling. She was still adjusting. Still relearning herself. “What… what are you seeing right now?”

Jey stepped in close. His hands didn’t touch her yet, but they hovered—one at her hip, the other near her jaw.

“I see the woman who carried my legacy.”

He touched her belly gently, the tiniest ghost of a caress over her once-swollen skin.

“I see hips that widened to carry weight I couldn’t.”

His palm slid to her hip, gripping just enough to make her inhale.

“I see breasts that fed my sons when they screamed like the world was ending.”

He leaned in, lips brushing the side of her neck now.

“I see thighs that held me in my weakest moments. I see a back that stayed straight when the pain had you crying in the tub.”

She exhaled. Sharp. Emotional.

“And now,” he continued, voice velvet-wrapped steel, “I see a woman standing on the other side of all that… stronger. Sexier. Full as ever. Glowing. And I ain’t gon’ keep pretending I don’t wanna fall apart for her every night.”

Ariel’s breath hitched.

“Jey…”

“I didn’t wanna touch you ‘til you felt safe again,” he said softly, finally sliding both hands down her curves, framing her like worship. “I didn’t wanna press you, or push. But you gotta know—every inch of you?”

He bent down. Kissed just below her navel.

“Still mine.”

He kissed her hip.

“More than ever.”

He kissed the soft swell of her thigh, slow, reverent.

“And I love you in this body. This version of you. Maybe more than I ever have.”

Ariel swallowed hard, hands trembling just slightly as they found his shoulders.

“I feel… different,” she whispered.

“You are.” He kissed the inside of her knee. “You became. But different don’t mean less.”

He rose, finally pulling her against his chest. His hands wrapped around her waist, his lips brushing her ear.

“You feel like home, mama.”

And then he laid her back onto their bed like she was made of gold and silence, not rushing, not demanding. Just devotion.

Every kiss was patient. Every touch was deliberate. He whispered to her like her skin was scripture and he was learning how to read again.

“You still got my name.”

He kissed down her collarbone.

“You still got my heart.”

His hand grazed her stomach.

“You still got every part of me. Even the ones I ain’t give nobody else.”

When he finally sank into her, it wasn’t about lust. It was about legacy. Gratitude. The softness between war.

She cried. Just a little. And he kissed her tears. Called her queen. Called her strong. Called her his whole damn world.

Chapter 195 — You Did This To Me Again?!

The week before Christmas hit the Fatu empire like a calendar checkpoint.

In the war room, the air was heavy with cigar smoke, black coffee, and the weight of end-of-year wrap-up strategies. Jey sat at the head of the table, legs spread, hoodie sleeves pushed up, gold watch catching the light every time he waved a hand.

Jimmy was leaning back in a chair, arms crossed, watching Jacob draw routes on the tablet while Zilla pulled up surveillance feed from the Cruz docks.

Sefa strolled in late with a smoothie and zero shame.

“Y’all don’t tell nobody the war room meeting’s at ten sharp no more?”

“You don’t read the group chat,” Jacob shot back.

“Y’all muted it when Ariel gave birth,” Jimmy muttered. “That’s on you.”

Jey grinned, only halfway listening, until—

The door opened.

And there she was.

Ariel.

In a full-length body-hugging trench coat, face fresh, curls loose, gold hoops catching the overhead light. And Jey, being the absolute simp-fiancé-baby-daddy-worshiper he was, lit up like a damn Christmas tree.

“Yooo, look at mama—” he started with the dopiest grin—

“YOU BASTARD!!!”

The scream shook the walls.

Before he could register, she launched. Ran. Full speed. Coat flying open, revealing a skintight jumpsuit and a rage level not seen since she blew up the Cruz stash house.

Jey barely got to his feet before—

BOOM. They hit the ground.

She was on top of him, straddling his waist, fists gripping his collar, full chokehold activated.

“YOU KNEW. YOU KNEW I WAS MORE FERTILE RIGHT AFTER BIRTH YOU SON OF A—”

“Ay yo—SOMEONE GRAB HER!” Jimmy hollered, mouth open. “NOT IN THE WAR ROOM AGAIN—”

“ZILLA, HELP—SHE’S GONNA POP HIS HEAD OFF!” Jacob barked, grabbing one arm while Zilla lunged for the other.

Jey wheezed, not fighting it, eyes wide as she screamed directly in his face, her nails locked in his chain.

“I just got my body back! I was sprinting! I was down to one nursing session a day! I could walk in heels again!!”

“Babe—” Jey gasped, loving her, terrified of her, as his chain snapped clean off. “Babe listen—"

“TWINS AGAIN?! YOU KNEW. YOU—”

WHAP. She kicked a red bottom heel off and launched it across the room.

Zilla ducked. “SHE’S GOT AN ARM!”

Sefa was hiding behind the coffee station. “I ain’t say nothing! That’s y’all situation!”

Jimmy’s face was red. Tears in his eyes. “Bro I told you! I told you December wasn’t gonna slide easy if she found out!”

Ariel was still thrashing, being pulled back by Zilla and Jacob, hair wild, cheeks flushed. She pointed dramatically at Jey, breathing hard.

“I JUST SAID I WAS NEVER DOING THAT AGAIN!” she roared. “Now I got a second round of matching chaos twinsBREWING in my uterus?! YOU BETTER START PLANNING A WEDDING, JOSHUA!”

He was still flat on his back, blinking up at her like she was an angel with grenades strapped to her back.

“…You called me Joshua.”

She screamed again.

Jimmy looked down at him, wheezing. “So, uh. You wanna go ahead and move that wedding up to, say, tomorrow?”

Jey coughed. Then laughed. Full belly laugh.

“She said matching chaos twins—yo, I love her so bad.”

Jacob groaned. “You better. ‘Cause she gon’ end you before them babies even crown.”

Chapter 196 — I HATE YOU, You Stupid Samoan Muhf*cka!

Jey was still flat on his back on the war room floor, wheezing, half-smiling like a fool in love while completely terrified. His hoodie was stretched at the neck, and his chest rose and fell like he'd just survived a bomb detonation. Which honestly, he kinda had.

The first stiletto was already lodged under the conference table, a silent threat.

And then?

WHACK.

The second red bottom flew through the air like a heat-seeking missile.

“YO!” Zilla ducked just in time as it bounced off Jey’s forehead, sending him half-rolling on instinct.

“You stupid Samoan muhfucka!!” Ariel shouted, voice trembling, equal parts fury and heartbreak. Her face was glowing red, tears shining in her eyes, hands clenched into tight, shaking fists. “I HATE you!”

Jey sat up, jaw slack, arms slightly raised in surrender. “Ariel—babe—let’s talk—”

“I’M NOT DOING THIS AGAIN!”

Her voice cracked. And it shattered something in the room.

“I just got my fuckin body back! I was almost sleeping through the night! I could wear jeans again! Jeans, Jey!”

Zilla and Jacob tried to reach for her again, cautious.

“Queen—”

“Don’t—touch me.” She yanked away from them like she had fire in her veins. Her curls were bouncing wildly around her shoulders, her trench coat half open, her body vibrating with rage and betrayal.

“I’m going to the damn clinic,” she snapped. “I’m fixing this. I’ll handle it myself. I’m not doing round two of being your little nesting doll while you walk around glowing with smug baby daddy energy and counting your legacy like it’s some fuckin scoreboard!”

Jey stood, hands out, walking slowly toward her like she was a lit bomb.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I mean every fuckin word*, Joshua!”

Jimmy muttered under his breath from behind him, “Damn… she said your government again…”

Ariel’s voice broke now, full-blown trembling, but her eyes were fire.

“You knew I was fertile. You knew my body was healing. You knew I just wanted to feel like me again—AND YOU STILL DID IT.”

Jey’s jaw flexed. His chest rose and fell, voice low.

“I couldn’t help it,” he said, almost desperately. “You were glowing. I missed you. I couldn’t stay away.”

“THAT’S NOT A VALID DEFENSE WHEN YOU’RE BUILT LIKE A FERTILITY GOD,” she screamed.

Camille appeared at the door, eyes wide.

“Yo, what the hell is going on—”

“Ask your twin king pin demon seed dispenser!” Ariel snapped, yanking the door open.

And then she stormed out barefoot, dress swaying, curls flying, rage echoing behind her.

Jimmy stared at his twin.

“You did that.”

Jey sighed, rubbing the red mark on his forehead. “I know.”

“You better fix it.”

“I will.”

Jimmy pointed at the door.

“She just said ‘clinic’ and ‘fix it,’ bro. You better go chase your woman right now before she changes her last name back.”

Chapter 197 — Deletus the Fetus

The war room was a whole-ass crime scene.

One stiletto still spinning in a corner. Jey rubbing the red mark dead center on his forehead. Jacob dead silent. Zilla pouring himself a drink he didn’t need. Jimmy shaking his head like he just watched a season finale cliffhanger and didn’t know who survived.

Then— Camille.

Hands on hips. One acrylic-tipped finger extended toward the door Ariel just rage-slammed behind her. Mouth open in pure you done fucked up now*.

“Oh nah.” She blinked. “Oh SIS is about to hit the deletus the fetus spell.”

Jimmy choked on air.

Zilla dropped his drink.

“She mad as HELL,” Camille announced, walking in further, dramatic as ever in her little ivory knit dress and soft curls swinging. “Y’all seen the way she stormed out? That’s not ‘I need air’ energy. That’s ‘I’m calling Lo to roll up to the clinic with me in twenty minutes’ energy.”

“Camille,” Jey started, panicked, still trying to breathe, “help me fix it—”

“BOY,” she cut him off, whirling to face him like a disappointed teacher. “You got her pregnant again. With twins. Again. AFTER she said—and I quote—‘I am never doing that sh*t again.’”

“It wasn’t intentional,” he mumbled.

“You left a note in the bathroom that said ‘let’s give them siblings’ and a smiley face,” she snapped.

“…that’s out of context.”

“No it’s not.”

“She’s not really gonna go through with it, right?” Sefa asked from the hallway, peeking in cautiously. “Like… that was heat-of-the-moment stuff.”

Camille deadpanned. “You clearly have never seen Ariel rage pregnant and on a hormonal rollercoaster with a second batch of spawn loading.”

Jimmy nodded solemnly. “That’s real. First time she found out she was carrying boys she passed out. Second time? She threw red bottoms like grenades.”

Jey looked at Camille, all the usual confidence drained out of him. “She still loves me, right?”

Camille blinked slow. “Of course she loves you, dumbass.”

Jey perked up.

“But right now?” She tilted her head. “She loves you and also wants to run you over with the family Range Rover. Like back and forth. Multiple times.”

Jey groaned, gripping the back of his neck. “I was supposed to marry her this month. I told Jimmy I was gonna do it before the year ended—”

“Well now you better do it before the week ends,” Camille said, flipping her curls. “Or she’s gon’ rename herself Ariel Benoit and raise four Samoan boys alone in Barbados.”

Lo appeared in the hallway, already with her purse on her arm.

“Do I need to be clinic girl or distraction girl?” she asked.

Camille pointed.

“Plan A: stall her. Plan B: sedate her. Plan C: bring her back with curly fries and an emotional breakdown playlist.”

Jey was already moving, tossing his hoodie on and rushing toward the hallway like his life depended on it.

Because honestly?

It kinda did.

Chapter 198 (Take 2) — F*ck Y’all, I’m Out

“ARIEL!” Camille’s voice cracked as she ran down the garage steps, one hand yanking up her too-tight midi skirt, the other slapping at the side of the truck window. “Ariel, sis, COME ON!”

But it was too late.

Ariel was already inside Jey’s big black Escalade. No shoes. Hoodie hanging off one shoulder. A black silk bonnet and betrayal fueling every move.

She hit that push start button like it was a detonation switch. The engine roared to life, lights flaring on like judgment day had arrived.

In the war room above, Jey heard it. And froze.

Zilla came sprinting down the hall, out of breath. “Yo. YO. Is that her in the truck?!”

Jacob damn near tackled Jimmy.

“She got his keys?! Y’ALL LET HER GET HIS KEYS?!”

“I didn’t LET her—she took ‘em out his jacket when she was yelling!”

The backup camera beeped as the truck jerked into reverse, wheels screeching on concrete.

Lo stood in front of the garage like a traffic cone with a death wish, arms out. “WAIT, WAIT SIS—THINK ABOUT THE TWINS—”

“I AM THINKING ABOUT THEM!” Ariel bellowed through the window, voice feral, “THAT’S WHY I’M GOING TO FIX THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW!”

Jey BURST through the stairwell like a linebacker at the Super Bowl, hoodie half-zipped, socks slipping, wild eyes locked on the brake lights glowing.

“BABY STOP! ARI STOP!!”

She didn’t.

She looked dead at him in the rearview mirror, glaring, chest heaving like a woman possessed.

“I HATE YOU JOSHUA!”

The truck SLAMMED into drive.

And before anyone could stop her—

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH— She. Was. GONE.

Tires burned. Rubber left a black trail of heartbreak across the garage. The Escalade swerved out of the underground driveway, took that left like it was a heist scene, and disappeared into the winter dusk.

Silence.

Jey stood frozen, jaw slack, breath caught in his throat. His hands were still out like he could’ve caught the damn truck with raw emotion.

“She… she really left,” Sefa whispered.

Camille’s lashes were halfway down her face from the tears and wind.

“She got her bonnet on and everything,” Lo said softly. “You know she not coming back quick.”

Zilla wiped his face with both hands. “Yo… she said clinic. Like for real.”

Jimmy stared at his twin, jaw tight. “You knew she was still fertile, didn’t you?”

Jey didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Just muttered under his breath:

“…I thought she wouldn’t get pregnant that fast. I pulled out one time—”

“YOU DID WHAT?!” Everyone screamed at once.

Jimmy dragged a hand down his face like this was a nightmare. “You just lost your baby mama AND your truck, bro.”

“I might’ve lost… everything,” Jey whispered, looking down the empty road like it had swallowed his whole future.

And just like that?

The most feared man in the Fatu empire was shook to his core.

Chapter 199 — Find My Wife. Right Now.

The bunker was still ringing with the ghost of tire screeches.

Camille sat on a bench in the garage, blinking at the spot where Ariel’s taillights had disappeared. Lo paced in frantic little circles, calling and texting and cussing under her breath. Jimmy leaned on the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. Zilla was already yanking his phone out to pull traffic cam feeds.

And Jey?

Jey was pacing like a caged lion on the verge of losing everything.

“She meant it,” he whispered.

Nobody said anything.

He looked around, wild-eyed.

“She meant it. She’s not just mad. She’s done. She’s—I let her feel alone. I made her think she was just some baby-making… thing—and she meant it.”

Jimmy stepped forward. “Joshua, breathe—”

“No. No fuck breathing, Jimmy. I need to find her now.” His voice cracked. His chest heaved like he couldn’t fill it enough.

“She’s gonna go through with it,” he choked out. “I saw it in her face. That wasn’t her throwing a tantrum. That was her breaking. That was ‘I’m choosing me this time.’ And if she does it? If she walks in there and they ask her how far along she is—”

He turned to Camille and Lo so fast it made them flinch.

“Y’all know where she’d go. What clinic would she go to?”

Lo blinked. “She’s never talked about it. We joked about ‘just in case’ spots back when we were young but—”

“She said fix it, Lo,” he snapped. “That didn’t sound like a bluff.”

Camille slowly rose, eyes full of emotion. “You really didn’t think this was gonna push her too far?”

“I didn’t think…” His voice caught in his throat. “I didn’t think she’d leave me.”

“Maybe she ain’t leaving you,” Jimmy said, voice low. “Maybe she’s leaving the weight you put on her.”

Everyone went quiet.

Zilla, typing like mad, pulled up a screen. “I can track her plate. I’m pulling the nearby clinics in a ten-mile radius. She took the black truck, right?”

“Yeah,” Jey rasped. “And she’s barefoot.”

Camille winced. “She left mad mad.”

Jey stepped in close, jaw locked.

“Find her.”

“Bro—”

“FIND. HER.”

Jimmy didn’t argue.

Cut to: Camille in the passenger seat of Zilla’s car, scrolling on her phone, group texting Marissa, Courtney, and Lo like:

“CODE BONNET. Find the Escalade. She’s 10 minutes from either falling apart or making a decision she can’t undo.”

Meanwhile: Jey is behind the wheel of Jimmy’s truck, heart jackhammering in his chest, staring at the road like he’s manifesting her back to him.

“I love you,” he whispered to the wheel. “Don’t do this. Please don’t do this.”

Chapter 200 — Room 216

The tires squealed as Jey swerved Jimmy’s truck across the tiny clinic parking lot like they were mid-getaway. Camille’s car wasn’t even stopped fully when Zilla and Jacob jumped out, sprinting across the sidewalk.

Lo was yelling already, heels in hand.

“I SEE HER TRUCK! I SEE IT. THAT’S HIS!”

Jey launched himself out of the driver’s side, hoodie flying open, heart about to beat through his ribs. His hands were shaking, lips cracked from breathing so hard. His eyes were wild. Scared. Frantic. Unrecognizable.

He stormed through the clinic doors so hard the little waiting room bell broke clean off.

The front desk lady looked up like she was about to hit the panic button.

“Excuse me, this is a—”

“WHERE IS SHE?”

“Sir, I’m gonna need you to calm dow—”

“WHERE IS ARIEL. FATU.”

The woman blinked. “We can’t disclose information without—”

CLICK.

Jey lifted his hoodie just enough to flash the matte black Glock tucked at his hip.

The room went dead silent.

Zilla threw his hands up like “Lord have mercy,” but didn’t stop him.

Jimmy—one foot in, one foot out—whispered, “We really doing this huh?”

The lady at the desk shrieked and pointed down the hall.

“ROOM 216. SECOND FLOOR. END OF THE DAMN HALL.”

Jey was already gone.

Boots pounding. Hoodie flying. Shoulders wide and untouchable. He took those stairs three at a time, busted down the hallway like the building owed him blood.

And then?

At the other end of the corridor— A doctor. Mask on. Gloves snapping into place. A tray of shiny silver instruments in hand.

And just behind them?

A door cracked open. With a familiar voice trembling inside.

He heard her.

“...I just need a minute, I’m not sure I wanna do this yet—”

The doc started walking. Calm. Methodical.

Jey’s soul left his fucking body.*

“ARIEL!”

The doc turned.

And in that same second?

Jey and Zilla hit that hallway like a damn hurricane, boots pounding like war drums. Camille trailed behind, yelling “MOVE MOVE MOVE—”

Jey skidded to a stop at Room 216, shoulder slamming the door open.

Inside?

Ariel on the edge of a medical bed, wrapped in a thin cotton blanket, bonnet sliding off one side, hands over her stomach.

Tears in her eyes.

She looked up—and saw him.

And in that split second?

Everything stopped.

Chapter 201 — “Please, Don’t Take Them From Me”

The moment he crashed through the door, everything else disappeared.

Ariel looked up, eyes glassy and swollen, hairline damp under her bonnet. The clinic gown hung loose on her shoulders, her legs tucked under her like she didn’t know what she was doing anymore.

The soft blue sheet over her lap trembled as she clutched it. She looked… lost.

And Jey?

Jey Fatu dropped to his knees like he’d just been shot.

“Baby…”

His voice cracked mid-breath. He reached for her without touching, like if he moved too fast she might vanish.

Ariel didn’t say a word.

Her lip quivered. Her eyes flooded. Her whole chest was rising and falling like she couldn’t catch the rhythm of herself anymore.

He moved closer.

Both hands coming up, palms facing her stomach, trembling so bad it looked like his soul was trying to climb out.

“I’m sorry,” he choked. “I’m so sorry, mama.”

Outside the room, chaos echoed down the hallway. Camille and Lo were pressed shoulder to shoulder in the doorframe, arms crossed like bouncers. Zilla and Jimmy had the doctor backed into a wall, quiet but threatening, like you ain’t getting through this door unless you got a death wish.

But inside Room 216?

It was just them.

Ariel and Jey.

And the silence between them broke as he reached forward, head falling to her lap, hands cradling her stomach like he could will the babies back into safety.

“Please,” he whispered, voice thick and ragged, “please don’t take them from me.”

Ariel flinched. Her hands moved automatically, resting on top of his. Still shaking.

“I can’t…” she whispered, barely audible. “I can’t do this again, Jey.”

“I know. I know, mama. I know.” He pressed his forehead to her belly, sobbing openly. “You almost died. You were torn up. You couldn’t walk. I was so scared. I should’ve protected you better. I should’ve done more. I should’ve said no when you said yes that night. I knewyou weren’t ready, and I still—”

Her breath hitched. “You didn’t force me.”

“I didn’t stop you either.”

He looked up at her, tears flooding his lashes. “I just wanted you close. I wanted to feel you again. I missed you so bad and I was selfish. I didn’t think. And now you’re here and I’m begging you, please… please don’t do this. Don’t do this alone. Don’t do this for me. Don’t do this out of fear. Don’t do this because you feel like you’re drowning.”

He leaned back on his knees, both hands cupping her thighs, desperate and open.

“I’ll marry you tomorrow. We can run away. I’ll stay up every night for a year straight, I’ll raise all of ‘em, you don’t even have to wake up for feedings. Just let me have them. Let me have you. Don’t let this be the way we end.”

Ariel’s bottom lip trembled. She reached for him slowly, fingers curling into the collar of his hoodie.

“I’m scared, Jey.”

“I know.”

“I’m so tired.”

“I’ll carry it,” he said, voice breaking. “All of it. All of you. Just please… keep them.”

She started crying, shoulders shaking, eyes clenched shut.

“I didn’t even sign the fucking forms,” she sobbed. “I couldn’t do it. I sat here and I tried. I thought about it. I wanted to go through with it. But then I saw the damn jelly packet they use for the ultrasound and I just—I couldn’t.”

Jey surged up from his knees, arms wrapping around her like armor, like a cage made of heartbeats. He pressed his face to her neck, whispering broken prayers between every kiss.

“I got you. I got you. You don’t ever have to feel alone again. You’re my whole world, baby. You and them boys. And whoever else comes after. You are the empire. There is no me without you.”

Outside, Camille wiped a tear and said to Jimmy, “If she don’t marry him by New Year’s I’m proposing for him.”

Chapter 202 – "My Peace Came In Pampers"

The penthouse was quiet.

Not silent. Not tense.

Just quiet—the kind of calm that only comes after a damn near war.

Low golden lights flickered under crown molding. Bottles of water and juice boxes cluttered the marble counter. Someone had brought over three different kinds of soup. Lo’s giant throw blankets were spread out across every available couch. Maya’s tablet was playing Cocomelon on mute in the background.

The Fatu empire was on lockdown.

And at the center of it all?

Ariel.

Hair tied up in a fresh silk wrap, cheeks still a little damp and puffy. Her oversized hoodie—Jey’s, obviously—draped across her shoulders like it was armor. The twins were each curled into her chest, one on the left, one on the right, both latched and sleeping like they hadn’t just scared the entire family into DEFCON 1 hours earlier.

Courtney was leaning against the island with a Capri Sun. Camille had taken over the kitchen with Nova in her lap, humming while she chopped apples into teeny bites. Lo was pacing near the balcony with Kingston on her hip, doing lazy sways like a backup dancer.

Zilla, Sefa, Jacob, and Jimmy were parked by the penthouse entryway like a four-man security detail.

And Jey?

Jey hadn’t left Ariel’s side since they got back.

He sat on the couch beside her, hoodie sleeves pushed up, hand cradling the bottom of her foot like even that needed protection. His thumb rubbed slow circles into her ankle. His eyes never left her face. Not even once.

She looked down at the babies sleeping peacefully in her arms, lips parted in a slow exhale.

“I forgot how soft they get after they eat,” she mumbled.

Jey smiled, small and reverent. “Milk drunk. Just like their daddy after a plate of hibachi.”

She snorted. “Don’t make me laugh. I still feel raw.”

“You need anything? Pillow under your back? Water? Another blanket?”

“I’m good,” she whispered, eyes still on the twins. “I got everything I need.”

Camille walked by and kissed her crown gently. “You got us too. Don’t forget.”

“I know,” she said softly.

Jimmy peeked around the wall. “We still staying overnight, right? Just in case she tries to sprint again.”

Lo called out from the living room. “She barefoot in a hoodie, Jimmy. We’re past the sprint phase. If she makes it to the elevator, she deserves to escape.”

“I’m not running,” Ariel said quietly. Her voice was steady, grounded. “I’m just… here now. And that’s enough.”

Jey nodded, voice low. “It’s more than enough.”

They sat in that warm lull for a moment. The babies shifted just slightly, tiny sighs against her chest.

Then Ariel glanced over at him.

“You meant what you said? Earlier?”

Jey looked at her fully now, his thumb still stroking her skin.

“Every word, mama.”

“You’d raise them alone?”

“With every breath I had left.”

A long pause.

She looked down at their sons, lips pressed against the top of one fuzzy little head.

“Good,” she whispered. “But lucky for you… you won’t have to.”

Jey blinked. His whole face broke open, jaw clenching as he fought back the urge to sob again.

“I gotchu,” she said. “We good.”

He leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers, his voice barely a breath.

“You my peace.”

“Nah,” she whispered back, eyes fluttering closed. “They my peace. You just the warm part that holds it all together.”

The twins sighed again in unison.

And for the first time in days?

Ariel felt like she could finally fall asleep.

Chapter 203 — “Not Just a Phase”

The room was dim. Sunlight bled through the curtains in lazy gold streaks across the plush navy carpet. The twins were asleep in their bassinet. Ariel, curled into herself in their king-sized bed, lay still and peaceful—finally—after three days of hell.

But the stillness didn’t mean safety.

Jey sat in the armchair near the window, hoodie sleeves shoved up to the elbow, knees bouncing in slow, relentless rhythm. He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t even looked away from her in an hour.

The soft knock on the door barely registered. Jimmy opened it and stepped back to let Dr. Kalani in.

Grey beard. Button-up shirt rolled to the elbows. Fatu family physician for fifteen years.

He nodded to Jey quietly before stepping in and flipping through a digital tablet.

“Well… I’ve looked everything over. And after reviewing what happened yesterday—her spike in cortisol, adrenaline, disassociative behavior, aggressive outburst, spontaneous flight risk, and then the immediate crash…”

He glanced toward the bed, keeping his voice low.

“…I believe Miss Benoit is experiencing a severe onset of postpartum depression.”

Jey straightened, muscles tensing. “So… this is a one-time thing, right?”

Kalani shook his head.

“No, son. That’s the opposite of what I’m telling you.”

The doctor crossed over and leaned against the windowsill.

“In some cases, especially in women who experience rapid post-birth hormonal drops combined with high-stress environments, the brain starts to treat motherhood itself as an invading threat.”

Zilla entered behind him, arms crossed, jaw set. Camille and Courtney were right behind him, each of their expressions already worried.

“She didn’t want to hurt herself or the babies,” Jey said quickly. “She just—she was angry. She was tired.”

“That’s part of it,” Dr. Kalani replied gently. “But this kind of anger isn’t just tiredness. This is identity collapse. Her whole sense of self—who she is, what she wants, how she feels—has been overtaken by an instinct that doesn’t always feel natural. So when the brain starts to recognize ‘pregnancy’ or ‘another child’ as the thing stealing autonomy? It goes into fight mode.”

Everyone was quiet.

“She was trying to protect herself,” Lo whispered from the doorway.

“Exactly,” Kalani said. “Her reaction was extreme, but not unusual. There are women who drive to a clinic and don’t even remember the drive later. Some walk out of their houses barefoot and don’t know why. It’s not selfishness. It’s not weakness. It’s a mental health condition.”

Jey’s voice cracked. “So what do we do?”

“Well… I can prescribe her antidepressants—SSRI-class, very mild, nothing that’ll affect her ability to nurse. But…” Kalani hesitated. “…in most cases like hers, women won’t take the pills. Their brain already sees ‘intervention’ as another form of control. Especially women like Ariel—fierce, independent, self-governed. She’ll see it as surrendering.”

Jey stared at her still form on the bed. Her face looked calm. It made his chest ache worse.

“So what?” he asked. “We just wait till she breaks again?”

“No,” Kalani said. “You prepare. You surround her. You make her rest. You take every sign seriously. If she starts crying in the shower too long, if she seems detached, if she avoids feeding the boys, or if she lashes out too fast? You call me. You call Camille. You put eyes on her. And you love her harder than you ever have before.”

Jey swallowed hard. “And if that’s still not enough?”

“Then you remind her who she is,” Kalani said. “Because depression doesn’t make you someone else. It just clouds who you already are. And Ariel? She’s still in there.”

Jey stood slowly. Walked to the edge of the bed.

He crouched down beside her, hand brushing over her arm, voice barely above a breath.

“I gotchu, mama. Even when you don’t got you.”

He leaned down and kissed her temple.

Then turned to Kalani.

“Give me the pills. I’ll get her to take them.”

“How?” the doc asked, genuinely curious.

Jey cracked a tired smile.

“Same way I got her to eat after the twins. Sit next to her. Put it in her palm. Say, ‘Swallow it or I’ll cry.’ Works every time.”

[lambilegs]

First of all I love your username! Second of all I saw you repost venomvalley’s post about the current state of fandom culture and I completely agree. Readers in fandoms these days are so ungrateful they demand more chapters or criticize someone for not writing enough fluff. I love fluff as much as the next person but I’m not particularly good at writing about it. I’m better with writing smut so that’s the area I stick to. So it annoys me when people spam tags like joel x reader, ellie x reader, vi x reader, etc with their complaints about what authors are writing saying “does anyone else hate when people write about blah blah?” It’s so disheartening and ungrateful and it’s not something I want to see in the x reader tags as a writer.

While I’m on the topic of ungrateful readers, a month or two ago someone was copying my fics and multiple author writer’s fics and the people who spoke out against her were shamed for it with ppl in their inbox saying “it’s just fan fiction you’re so dramatic” or “you don’t own certain sentences in the english language.” So people started anonymously making posts saying she copied their work too because they didn’t want to receive hate for it but they didn’t want to let her get away with it. Because some people anonymously spoke out about her then they lost credibility for being anonymous. Then the situation got turned around where people were claiming the plagiarist was being “bullied.” It was the weirdest situation I’ve ever seen I’ve never been in a fandom before where people worked so hard to defend a plagiarist with multiple people accusing her. The Arcane fandom be wildin. What annoyed me most about the situation was when readers started defending her and shitting on the people accusing her of copying. They don’t even write fics themselves and they have the nerve to involve themselves in the situation.

Lol sorry for ranting but lastly, I’ve had people literally copy and paste someone else’s original headcanons or drabbles into my inbox and ask if I can write about it with so and so. I thought that was a little disrespectful but let me know what you think. I also had an anon copy the basis of one of my fics, paraphrased it, and send it to someone else asking them to write about it. The blog did end up writing their request because they didn’t know it was stolen from me. This also concerned me because what if I was unknowingly stealing someone else’s idea without crediting them because an anon sent it to me asking me to write it.

These readers are so bold and ungrateful that I’ve stopped writing for fandoms altogether. It’s no longer fun for me. I deleted my main blog with all my fics now I’m not sure what my place in fandoms is anymore.

NO LITERALLY. like, I have had more recent cases of outright and very obvious copying, but I literally don't say shit now because I am scarred from how it went down last time lmao. and this is even after so many people have confirmed that they also think this person has copied me.

I am so sorry that you, and several other writers, had to experience being shamed and insulted for drawing lines and stating discomfort. like, that's the thing -- a lot of writers just intuitively know when their shit is being copied. so many of us reread our work when editing, checking back on it, making corrections, etc., and so, it's easy to recognize when someone has taken an exact sentence from our works and have inserted it into their own. and again, sometimes this can happen accidentally and without any malicious intent being involved, but still, the writers who face their works being reused in this way have every right to voice discomfort and warning about it. and the fact that people, especially people who are literally "fans" of said writers, can be so dismissive of those concerns, and act as though writers' ideas, sentences and hcs carry less weight and/or originality just because it exists within the broad context of fandom is just so insanely insensitive to the writers whose works they're consuming, as well as the craft of writing in general. even in fandom, a sentence a writer writes is their own, a specific idea they expand upon is their own. this doesn't change in fanfiction. and half the time, it's not even writers who are being so rude and entitled about this shit, so they don't even get how absolutely uncomfortable to downright heartbreaking it can be to be in that situation. also, I feel like these situations make very evident the phenomenon of people online just not being able to understand healthy conflict and boundary-setting. so many people in online spaces immediately take any callout, no matter gentle, as an "attack" or "hate" rather than just swallowing down the idea that adult writers can say, "hey, my work is being copied, please be more careful and considerate" and have it not be a huge deal.

OHHHH, see, if I were you in that instance, I think I'd just go to the writer with the original idea and ask them if it's okay to do it, or just credit them when I post my work with the asked-for character. and ugh, I'm so sorry that happened :( that'd bug the fuck out of me. I hate that people are out there just casually taking and tossing writers' ideas here and there as though those aren't original ideas a writer came up with, and therefore deserve credit. like, some people have this strange idea that in fandom, shit's just a free-for-all. but, no, originally written sentences, plots and specific hcs are literally still original ideas, and to just take that and send it to other writers without asking you for permission or giving you credit when sending in the ask -- god, I am so sorry, that's so disrespectful. and for sure, though if it makes you feel better, I think as long as you're not intentionally doing that yourself, you're good. because even if it did happen, the writer who the original idea belongs to would see that the ask made no mention of them, so naturally, you wouldn't have known that idea was someone else's. but, yeah, I definitely understand the worry :(

I'm so sorry. I think that's totally understandable, the shit I dealt with in february also had me on the brink of deactivating because the anxiety and frustration was at an overload. still, though, it's always heartbreaking to have a hobby you enjoyed so much slowly turn into something so stressful and frustrating. I hope you're one day able to find a comfortable place back in fandom. I think what's helped me is constantly reminding myself this blog is my own and I have no rules to follow but my own so long as I'm respectful. I never need to continue a story, or answer a request, or do anything, really, so long as I don't feel like it or am not in the mood. I've warned that in my pinned, so anyone else's expectations straying from that isn't on me. it's a lot easier said than done, but I think that mantra of this being my blog, my space, my hobby, all catered to my feelings, as well as making efforts to connect with other writers, has helped immensely. if you ever want to be more involved in fandom, know I'm here <33 even this ask from you helped me so much and made me feel really validated and reassured in the situation I had gone through, so thank you so, so much <33

[crumblinggothicarchitecture]

I see constant misinformation re: Olivia/Taylor/Paramore, and it drives me insane.

There's actually no evidence to support that Josh Farro had anything to do with it. There's a video of him talking about getting credit on the songs, and he talks about it in a very passive way, and also says that there was a lawsuit, but we know there wasn't; if he was involved, surely he would that? He's awful for other reasons, but this seems to be a narrative that Hayley Williams stans have invented and constantly repeat in order to coddle her. I do actually believe that Paramore's publishers (not Hayley or Josh) were behind it, but people wildly overstate Hayley's response. Literally all she did was post an Instagram story saying "our publisher is wildin rn" - again, I believe her, but hardly the grand statement her stans make it out to be.

Taylor, Jack and Annie recieved writing credits early July 2021, Hayley and Josh late August 2021.

Interesting, thank you for taking the time to write that out. I was fully ready to accept that Farro started the whole issue (just because he's been a mangey jerk for the last decade, so I just expect it from him).

This adds an interesting new element though I fear none of us will ever really know the truth.

I totally believe that the Hayley stans would do their best to make her seem completely innocent- they do that all the time even when she admits to wrongdoing. Again, at any point I feel like Hayley could have also said "no." unless there is some nuance of the music industry I am unaware of- why can't they just not take the credits especially if there was no actual court case.

Also, Fascinating that Swift got the credits first. At this point, I'm totally convinced she just hates that Rodrigo started achieving too much success- and Swift felt compelled to try and shut that down.

[roscvcins]

get to know the mun.

what's your phone wallpaper: cinnamoroll lockscreen + cinnamoroll background

last song listened to: 祝她 which is actually such a lovely song everyone go listen to it

currently reading: I feel like it's time for my annual t.gcf reread but also I'm too lazy to be currently reading anything rip my attention span has been shit

last movie: jackpot! (2024) which was a crazy ride but very very fun

last show: teacup. freaky scifi and I'm here for it. weirdly western media has been gettin me recently

how tall are you: 5'0 babyyyy

piercings/tattoos: nada, not even pierced ears fjdksajflsdkf I admit I'm a baby about pain

favorite color: red the blood of angry men

glasses/contacts: neither! I probably *should* have glasses cause astigmatism but it doesn't really bother me that much so I don't

last thing you ate: a mini pack of gummy bears. which, by the way, don't buy those packs, the plastic waste is insanity they're really putting 5 whole gummy bears into 1 plastic wrapper like please that's 1/3 of the bag -

current obsession: g.hg audiodrama (but maybe just ghg in general), trying to build main dps f.aruzan,

do you have a crush right now: do otome crushes count cause I just got the new sylus card yesterday so uhhhhh, actually i might be in love, so, you know XD

favorite fictional characters: h.ualian separately and together, j.ames t. k.irk (aos style I KNOW I KNOW I'M WILDIN), bai xiaojiu (whom this blog revolves around, honestly), p.ierre b.ezukhov (of russian lit fame), s.onya rostova (also of russian lit fame), w.en j.ianyan (who is truly too fun), ALL THE MUSES ON THIS DAMN BLOG BUT YOU ALREADY KNOW THAT SO SAYING IT IS BORING, also i'm incapable of sounding normal about j.iang c.heng and everyone who knows me knows that fact.

last place you traveled: Taiwan babyyyyyyyy (I miss Asia goddamn)

tagged by : I literally stole it tagging : you, if you're up for it

[hey-its-danny]

Heyyy we sent you an ask a while back and uhh thanks for letting me use your art as a faceclaim that was really cool of you 👍

If you don't want an unsolicited Alfendi rant thats fine deadass we're just hyperfixated on our own source (+ have no outlet) and uhh yeah we have kind of a unique perspective on the whole Alfendi thing since we literally have it as a sub-system in our own system (hi) but you know. We don't uh headcanon it in the same way for lack of a better term? To put a lot of medical nonsense out the way, for a system to be programmed in adulthood (like Alfendi was by Justin (i think that's what his name was idfk anymore)) they need to be predisposed to programming as a child. Basically this comes from a specific type of basically abuse in a way where the person would be in a semi-conscious state where the programming would take place (think how Al was in a coma as justin programmed him basically). Obviously Layton would NOT be out there doing that lets be honest but uhhh @/mystery-room did a fanart of Alfendi as a kid in the context of NWOS and lowk that was genius? Cause likeee if he was in America he could have been idk orphaned ir something and I've always thought his programming would be from a fucked up science experiment or something. Basically cause uh Hilda is an international policewoman or whatever her job was i then thought oh well what if she found Alfendi's old like experiment file and therefore thats how he finds out that system is muchhhhh bigger.

The thing abt programmed systems is that the host (Potty) would be made so he was unaware of the rest, but programming an extra host in would make the original host aware at least of that other alter. The thing abt Placid is that he's triggered to front to cover up the murder which is super typical of programmed systems because yk for example an alter would be programmed to uhh cover up abuse or something. Yeah it's insane, anyways LBMR is accurate and inaccurate at the same time, shits wildin

Anyways feel free to add on or whateverrr you could nuke this ask into next century if you don't wanna I get it. We're always down for discussion, but yeah you're cool, thanks again

hey, super cool of you to send me this btw. im down for alfendi discussion whenever!! i fuck heavily with your reading of his character (ofc keeping in mind that this is also a part of ur system), and yeah! ive seen their posts and im so crazy about nwos era alfendi (thats why i hc him as adopted as a teen, some point after nwos)!!!!

if youre down to hear my thoughts on it, i wish we had gotten a sequel game to establish his brother and also why he was such a nutjob before being brainwashed (joking ofc, but he was like. more intense. yknow. ofc you know we both played the game), as well as a dynamic between layton and al. It is kind of sticky when we start discussing the idea of childhood abuse beyond an abstract trauma from being an orphan, but i dont doubt that would be a suitable backdrop for either further abuse or even just a narrative foundation for explaining away the more intricate details of developing systems (as lbmr is prone to do lol).

Also, i think the idea of at least a hilda focused segment in a hypothetical sequel being used to explore potty's system would be kickass. im so here for that

anyways sorry for my rambling, i appreciate the ask and like. if you ever wanna talk lbmr feel free to dm me xoxo

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Zeta’s Song Shoutouts: Eminem Wildin’ Fr

I’m doing a little series here don’t mind me.

Anyways my song shoutout for now is Insane by Eminem. I just can’t get over how well he does the flow in this song, even if the lyrics are…questionable. Also he puts on some amazing voice acting. It’s funny how he puts his best writing into a fictional piece about some Alabama stuff but I kinda love it. Also I have to mention how funny this part is.

I JUST CAN’T 🤣🤣🤣