#my little stalker-sorta-thing^^

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RIP Chester you would've loved Facebook

[kokii-omii]

Random fun facts about my Twst ocs

pt,3 (its gonna be long)

Maddex Hatcliff

His hair is white with orange strands

he cuts his own hair (we can tell)

was a victim of trey's oyster sauce prank

he was like 11 and making a tart for fun and remembered trey telling him over the phone that oyster sauce makes it taste better

he hates oyster sauce for this specific reason

he's ambidextrous because he thought being able to write with his left hand would be fun

has terrible memory so he ends up mixing his stories together

however he does know all of heartslabyul's rules (just so he could find loopholes for every single one)

he's a go with the flow type of guy so you rarely ever see him upset

he knows how to do magic tricks

he dotes on riddle a lot and is mostly seen with him when he's not on class

Krohn Luteus

he dances when he cooks

is honestly really forgetful

he also gets scammed easily (Azul & ruggie you better stay away)

his solution is to cook food whenever people are arguing (it always works)

him and Ezmond are mostly found in the library cuz they're always studying together

ruggie makes krohn go on errands with him because he knows Krohn will say yes without asking for anything in return (he's just happy to be there)

he beat jack in an arm wrestling contest

talks to himself sometimes

will do a lot of things but giving his recipes away is where he draws the line (Azul is frustrated by this)

Viridis Ashengrotto

Emo

is NOT a morning person at all

is childhood friends with Leo

he tweaks out a lot for a lot of things

he was so mad he got placed in octavinelle because that meant he'd have to listen to Azul

he has to be woken up by Alfred otherwise he's sleeping through the whole day

is actually a well known painter

has sold a lot of his paintings already so he has a good amount of money

buys from luxury brands but rarely wears them because he's mostly painting (he can afford them)

sometimes he uses his merform to paint multiple things at the same time

is a great singer as well

his second best subject is animal linguistics

he knows how to play the bass

he sometimes collects scraps in the sea and makes art out of them

has slightly better grades in PE than azul

he sucks at potion making tho

Leo Kerdo

His merform is two times the size of his human form

The reason he's grumpy most of the time is because his human form is really short

he's much calmer when he's in his merform tho (still a little grumpy but not as much as usual)

he's what I'd like to call "Impatiently Patient" where he's gonna be patient with someone but he's gonna complain the whole time

He deals with Viri tweaking out a lot and he's the one who constantly has to set him straight (he smacks the shit outta him sometimes)

probably the only octavinelle student in flight class to actually be really good at flying

is surprisingly good at fighting despite his size

has a really big appetite

complains a lot when viri asks him for help but still helps him anyway (also cuz he gets compensation from Viri)

Alfred Manta

can cook really well

He's the one that does Viri's hair in the morning

His nickname for Viri is "Bocchan"

is easily irritated but hides it really well

he may or may not be responsible for any minor inconvenience you have

nobody can prove that he did it

often the one to speak for his brother if nobody can understand his gestures

Him and Rook have a sort of cat and mouse rivalry

him and Jade hate each other

got some sorta butler beef between them for their respective Ashengrotto

they both try to hunt each other down (its basically two stalkers playing hide and seek with each other)

likes photography

has a weird collection of candid photos of everyone (when did he take them? only he knows the answer to that)

purposefully stands in the dark near the light switch to scare anyone who comes in but then acts like everything's completely normal (freak)

his favorite food is shrimp (run yuu)

Reese Manta

mostly snickers and giggles

he's selectively mute

he's very silly

he doesn't really care much for people so you don't really see him hanging out with anyone outside of viri,leo,and his brother

Can write really fast

he can draw but mostly just draws silly doodles on his sketchpad

he's very expressive even when he doesn't talk

he talks when his brother isn't around to talk for him but he usually whispers it on someone else's ear (viri) so they can talk for him

he doesn't really feel like he has much to say so he doesn't say anything

tho he does talk out loud when he's got a great insult or just an insult in general

him and Floyd are surprisingly good friends

once tried to gross Viri out by shoving takoyaki in front of his face and Viri looked him dead in the eyes and ate it with no hesitation

Viri gained his respect that day

his favorite food is tempura

Ezmond Morado

He lets Krohn braid his hair sometimes when they hang out

is really good at sewing

makes his own outfits sometimes

He was the one who managed the pomefiore dorm in rook and vil's absence in book 6 (it's like vil never left)

krohn makes him eat more even though he has a diet

Pan Nikos

low key has a sleeper build (he used to work out)

is technically related to Jade and Floyd cuz their Mama's are sorta cousins

his stamina is situation dependant

he can be rushing in without getting tired or he's dead on the floor the first minute in

never let bro play rage games

Peyn Algos

thinks he's more mature than the others but he's really not

he got his UM when he was encountering overblot malleus

he can speak fae tongue

picks fights with sebek the most (mostly cuz they're both really similar)

Idia Shroud's #1 glazer (only in the presence of people he hates)

almost fist fought Rollo in glomas

Lucien Thornhill

His hair is naturally curly and orange

he straightens it very often

needs glasses but doesn't wear them to maintain his appearance

has a resting bitch face

he's a perfectionist

one of malleus's retainers appointed by the senate

is an owl fae

has a younger brother named Edwin that goes to Royal Sword who is an owl fae

he is really great at sports, Spelldrive especially

has a weird hyperfixation on balusters

one minor inconvenience away from a crashout

sebek low key has beef with him

carved his own wand and uses that instead of the magical pens they give you

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ignore how I posted this unfinished

[luludeluluramblings]

dream team back. we’re currently yapping central again (per usual)

both of us are straight up in a tim drake brainrot spiral too!!! he’s a delightful little weirdo. a strange little gentleman if you will.

tim is such a funny little guy!!! he also makes a solid yandere. you can’t outsmart him. you can’t escape someone who can find everything about you. On the upside, I feel like he’d be happy to spoil his darling. also he’d be like, really considerate in weird ways??? I mean like you don’t get privacy (or you get the illusion of it maybe but not actual privacy.)

like yeah you’re always being watched in some way, but the man has committed every single one of your favorites and least favorites to memories. He knows what clothing you like, what specific features you look for in everything, and if he doesn’t, by god, will he learn. He knows your favorite song, and he knows the nickname you went by in elementary school.

Do you think he pretends to be normal and basically sets things up to send reader to be like a little love story?? You meet by chance, and he fell first. He fell a LONG time ago, so now it’s his mission to make you fall too. And Tim Drake ALWAYS finishes a mission. (Even as a baby daddy candidate). He makes himself the best option, even if he’s not the father.

Yandere!TimDrake x PastFriend!Reader x Aiden Cobblepot

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A/N: Sooooo, I'm finally and slowly going through my ask box and you two may have sparked an idea just for Tim. I might have to do a Part Two for this. (I'm falling into the WIP trap. Help!) But, I love the thought of the Bat Family have competition when it comes to their darling. Gives them a challenge. Plus, I really wanted to use Aiden Cobblepot for this. I've been wanting to sneak him into something.

A/N: We have neglected!Sib!Reader, but what about a Neglected!Friend!Reader? Fun idea. Tim already knowing everything about you only to find you’ve changed and wants to study you all over again. Only this time he’s keeping you! (I’m very fond of Tim. I think he’s difficult to write for me, but I enjoy the little stalker so much.)

Warnings: Yandere Themes, Romantic themes, Tim can be read as kinda platonic, GN!Reader

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You and Tim were once good friends. Well, he was your best friend. To him you were just a good one. High school buddies that would hang out all the time. At school only. And sometimes the rare gala you saw him at. It was rare you ever actually went to The Manor. You never asked to go. But, you had hoped to be invite.

Just like you had hoped that he might reciprocate that pesky crush you had on him back then. You had felt like it was so painfully obvious. Though it wasn't as painful when you finally figured out he was Red Robin and you waited and waited for him to tell you his secret identity. And, then you would tell him you already figured it out and you would look so cool.

Only, he never did. You both grew distant. You had put so much carful effort into keeping that distance from growing. Inviting him to hang out more. Asking him out for casual coffee. He always said the same thing.

"Oh, damn. I could really go for that right now. But, I'm just sorta busy. Next time though. For sure."

Over and over. He sounded like a broken character. Repeating the same phrase. One that you would hang around after the game was over to reminisce about all the fun adventures you both once had. However this was life not a game. You couldn't just restart and rerun the same adventures.

It made you ache when you finally moved on. When you finally pulled away. Because, Tim didn't even notice you were gone. His life to change. He didn't have to restart anything. You had lost your best friend and he didn't even care. It stung. It stung more than you realizing he'd never reciprocate your feelings.

But, like all things, time moves on and so do you. Leaving the past behind and starting a new game. One that you start to flourish in. Making new friends. Meeting new people. Building closer bonds and more healthy friendships. It had been interesting to realize how dependent you had been on Tim once upon a time. And, embarrassing. You can't help looking back on it with a wince. You almost want to reach out and apologize. But, that would be weird and you both live completely separate lives now. You hardly ever see him at galas now. Mostly because you don't go anymore.

Things, do change. You never expected your new partner would draw Tim's attention back to you. And, in such a terrible way.

You had a rough idea of what you were getting into when Aiden Cobblepot had asked you out to dinner. You figured he was only interested in you for your money or your half-decent looks or your family name and position. You had heard all the rumors about him, but still you went. Mostly, because you knew how dangerous he and his family were. And, you were… presently surprised.

He was a bit of an entitled asshole. But, he wasn't scared of getting dirty. You watched him lead you through the puddles of rain water and Gotham grim in the posh restaurant. He held more concern for you're clothing getting dirty than his, which were more expensive than yours. He paid for the date without flinching at the price. Encouraged you to try his own food from his plate. Talked about fond memories of the things he and his sister got up to as children while asking you about your own childhood.

Admittedly, you were easily seduced because after that the two of you became an item. You didn't even realize how official you were until he introduced you to his sister, Addison, and she was actually nice to you. Extremely nice. She did, however, threaten to kill you if you betrayed Aiden in any way, which was honestly fair enough.

Aiden and you were a bit on the opposite side of things, taste wise and morally wise. But, you both made it work. He continued his life of crime, but made no mention of it around you to keep you legally clean. You shared most of your life with him, letting him have a slight glimmer into normalcy. He liked to take you on fancy dates and show you a good time. You were happy to pull him inside just to spend personal time with each other. Of course, you both made compromises. Aiden had a taste for luxury, and you didn't mind indulging in it. Especially after you beat his ass multiple times in Mario cart. It was only fair you let him take you to a gala some point.

Little did you know that that was how Tim would come clawing and digging his way back into your life.

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For Tim seeing you again was like finding an old precious treasure. His life had gotten so difficult and complicate lately that just a reminded of all those old times was nice.

However, seeing you on the arms of the Penguin's son was a brutal wake up call. What were you doing? Had you hit your head? Was he blackmailing you? Drugging you? Everyone in Gotham could recognize the name Cobblepot and how dangerous they are. And, he remembers how smart you were so you couldn't have willing chose to be there. It's not logical.

For your safety, he reintroduces himself to you. Long time, no see. We should hang out some time and catch up. Only he means it. He can't let this happen. He can't let you fall in with a man like that. You're his friend. He'll win you over for your own sake. Ruin Cobblepot while he's at it because how dare he use you.

Even if you changed. Even if you don't smell the same. If your hair is different. If you dress different. Even if your very laugh had changed pitch, he knows you. And, if anything, he can just re-learn you all over again. It won't take long. He's done it all before. This time he'll savor though. This time he won't let you go as he pulls you back in. You were a good friend, this time he'll make you more.

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A/N: I’m starting to type up Part Three of Pregant!Reader, but I ended up coming up with another start to it with more drama that would be strictly for the BatBoys. The messed up drama in it sounds fun and challenging, but I won’t do it until I finish what I started with the blurbs I have planned included.

A/N: Smalltown!Meta!Reader Part Nine is going to take a while. I have big plans for it, but Pregnant!Reader is kinda outshining it.

A/N: I will post about the LoungeSinger!Reader and another idea I came up with that y’all might like that I’ll add to the concept list.

A/N: There’s a Tony Part Two coming, but it’s only halfway typed and still not that yandere-y. Need to fix that.

A/N: My asks box is full, so I’m gonna try to empty it, but I host Thanksgiving in my family and I’m also a Christmas nut, so I’m gonna be busy. (I have four Christmas trees in my house currently… But I’m not as bad as my in-laws! They had their trees up BEFORE Halloween.)

[slayrith]

in my room

i needed some josh in my life guys.. love chris but josh makes me foam at the mouth; sorta inspired by this song

warning: more stalker josh ;) he's a lil obsessive freak we need to talk about it more

It'd be an understatement to say he hadn't taken notice of you sitting next to him the first day of the semester. This film analysis class was a must for his major, but to you it was one of the only available classes left for you to get your liberal arts credit for your Psychology major- and you were as out of your depth as one could be. Nose scrunched up in confusion, you jotted annotations on the syllabus, something Josh had found quite cute; And now here he was, eyeing you sipping your coffee a month later across the library, watching you revise notes from your concluded lectures.

Josh had grown quite an obsession over you over the course of you two having a class. And sure, you've seen him a few times, but that's to be expected: you guys are in the same class, and your campus only had so many recreational spots for students, so you didn't think much of it. He was a cute guy, sure, but he seemed much too engrossed in the class you two shared to really talk to him.

Josh was one to not really obsess in silence- sure, he watched you from afar, and totally didn't hunt down and fall down the rabbit hole that was your social media profiles, but he just... He couldn't not approach you. So he did.

At first it was casual, him asking you about whatever film the professor was making you guys watch every week, making his usual jokes and subtly flaunting his apparent interest in film. You couldn't help but find it cute, seeing his eyes light up when you guys would talk, especially when he'd fill you in on additional information about the movie. Soon it turned into a weekly study date of sorts, both of you discussing and jotting notes while you went back and forth nitpicking the movie.

Then he invited you to a party- which in turn, introduced you to his friends. Then, these get-togethers became a weekly thing- being considerate of your work schedule, he'd hate for you to fall behind in work and school- until you two were hanging out several times a week- and you've only been talking to him for about a month.

"Hey- want to come watch 'Requiem For a Dream' again? I have it on DVD- and that's one you cannot watch one time and understand. It's a cinematic whiplash."

"So I'm holding a little casual shindig at my place- just us and some friends. Don't worry, they don't bite... Except for me, maybe- Kidding, kidding.. You're so tense, love.."

After a while you became accustomed to his petnames for you -which he absolutely lavished on you, whether or not you like it- and his countless teases and suggestive comments. That was just Josh to you, and he held a certain charm attached to it, which you grew to find endearing.

It wasn't until one evening you two were sprawled on the couch of your apartment, munching on snacks as you two leisurely watched some cheesy B-horror movie for a break from the pretentious films your professor would burden you with, when a cliché scene of the protagonist's girlfriend coming out in nothing but a shirt and underwear, earning a scoff from you.

"What? You'd look cute in that.. Besides, you have a similar pair.."

"Please, as if you would- wait what?"

"What? Nothing."

god i need this man

[gublershrry]

I’ll Be Watching You • B.E.

Summary: Billie has had her eye on you for awhile, you don’t know just how far she’ll go to get you.

Warnings: violence (dv from a m*n), psycho!billie, stalker!billie, ummm murder?, sorta bimbo!reader, age gap (not mentioned but billies a few years older)

Authors note: hi guys I’m trying to write so more ppl see my posts and blog and follow me so i can make friends Lol. I hope u enjoy!

The wind blew through your hair as you walked home from work. The chilly fall weather was soothing, but you could feel your cheeks turning red the closer it got to sunset. You walk in the door at 6:34pm on the dot, bending down to pet your cats before tossing your keys in the dish by the front door and sliding your shoes off.

He followed you inside, his arm on your back.

You didn’t notice the girl across the street watching your every move from her garage, where she was pretending to focus on her exercises.

You just waltzed into your home, into her sight, oblivious as ever. It was kind of cute to her, how clueless you had been for the past 3 months.

You didn’t bother to wonder who could’ve been watching through your bedroom window. She saw it all. She watched your midnight dances in your tight little tank tops and matching underwear. She watched you study, enamored by the way your eyes squinted when you focused. The way you nibbled on your pen, probably so confused because your little head could only process so much. She watched you fuck him, how short and unpleasant it looked. How quick he was, how he never paid attention to you.

You never once closed the blinds, the curtain, or shied away from the window frame.

It’s like you wanted her to keep watching, she felt like you were inviting her into your home. You wanted this. You wanted her. So, she did what anyone who felt wanted would do.

She gave you want you wanted. She never stopped watching, never stopped taking mental notes on your every action, your every emotion.

So when she saw him take you upstairs, she thought she knew what she was about to watch. She mentally prepared for the 4 minutes she was about to endure.

She watched you stand on your tippy toes, your entire body in frame, as you tried to find a specific set of lingerie in your drawer. You wanted to look sexy for him.

For him? Or for her.

It almost reminded her of the first time she saw you, when you were walking home from your job at the café in the quaint little town you lived in.

You accidentally let your cat out of the house, and it climbed up into a tall bush in front of the house. She watched your struggle, your short limbs unable to reach the poor cat’s hiding spot. She watched as you looked around, wondering if anyone could help you. She watched as you skimmed over her, not even noticing the pale, black haired girl who was pretending to work out in her garage. She just kept lifting the dumbbells, wondering how dumb you were.

Silly little thing, she thought. What a silly, little girl.

She placed the dumbbells down and put her headphones onto her collarbone, wiping the sweat from under her nose before crossing the street to your house. You turned quickly, hearing the leaves rustle as someone approached you. You jumped slightly when you heard the deep yet smooth voice from behind you.

“Need a little help, babe?”

You turn over your right shoulder, seeing what you think is the most beautiful girl in the world. Her eyes pierced yours, her teeth glimmering in the sunset lighting, her skin bright and so clear. You stutter over yourself, looking up at her. Her clothes stuck to her chest with sweat, her arms glistening and her bra strap just barely hanging out of the tank top she was in.

“Y- yes please! My cat, my stupid little cat, she got stuck in this bush! I knew I shouldn’t have opened the door so wide, my music just made me completely forget about real life! I’m so stupid, I’m so sorry!” You ramble to the stranger in front of you.

“Hey, hey, shh,” she says, calming you down although now her own heart rate is through the roof. “I’ll get the poor kitty, you just go inside.”

You oblige, running in to make sure your other cat was okay. You watch through a front window as she climbs into the bush to get your scared little fuzzball, your heart swelling with appreciation. She pets Oscar’s (your cat’s) head lovingly before smiling at you through the window. You come back outside, your smile wide and your eyes bright, practically skipping to get your cat from the sweet stranger who lived across the street.

“Thank you! Thank you so much! Seriously I owe you! That could’ve really scratched you up!” You say, looking at the light red scratches on her upper arm from the twigs in the bush.

“Really, it’s no problem. I’m right across the street if you need anything. The name’s Billie.”

You smile at the girl, and although you feel bad for interrupting her workout, you believe her sentiment. You introduce yourself to her before she walks back across the street, slipping her headphones on before laying down on the bench and lifting the dumbbells again.

And that, that was the last interaction you two had.

To your knowledge, at least.

Billie, on the other hand, became obsessed with you. Watched your every move. Watched where you drove, watched when you came home, watched who you invited into your house. She was intrigued by your innocence, by your trustfulness to have people in your house without knowing what they would do. Without knowing their true intentions. Without knowing that she was watching everything.

So when she watched you pick out a little lace bra, with the cutest little bow in the front, she took a deep breath, slouching down in her chair, feeling herself get hot.

She watched you bend over, ass toward the window, as you pulled your old pair of panties off. She watched your back arch, your cute little ass right on display for her. She watched you slip on the matching thong to the bra she saw you choose, biting her thumb and taking mental photos of you. She never wanted this to end.

But then, she saw something that she never expected to see.

She saw that man, that boy that had the luck of the draw with you, storm into your bedroom and slap you across the face. She watched as you tumbled over, your hand immediately holding the sting on your cheek. Billie shot up out of her chair, full of shock, which quickly turned into anger. She watched as he pulled his fist back again, but she quickly pulled the blinds. She wouldn’t watch anymore. She physically couldn’t.

Billie paced her room for an hour, peeking out of her front window every few minutes, checking if he was still there. If your light had shut off, if the blinds were closed, if he was gone.

Finally, at 10:12pm, she watched as he stormed out of your room. You were sitting on the bed, sobbing, with your face red from tears and your arms bruised from him. She watched you get up to turn the light off, and then she watched him exit your house.

She knew exactly what she had to do.

She couldn’t do it today, it’d be too obvious, she thought. But she started to watch him instead. She knew everything about him in the span of 24 hours.

Where he worked, his address, his parents, the name of his first pet, his license plate, his first grade teacher.

Billie found it all.

So it was no accident when she drove to the mechanic shop 2 days later. She pulled into the parking lot across the street, watching everyone leave their job for the night. But when she laid her eyes on him, her heart sped up. She was excited.

Billie was ready to kill the man that hurt you, all while you were watching a cozy show in your cute little bedroom, oblivious to it all.

She followed him to a gas station, and as he got out of his shitty little car, she pounced. The station was empty, the night was silent, and she made sure nobody would hear him scream. The hood she used around his head was full of chloroform, so his weak little body went limp in her arms in a matter of seconds. She shoved him into the backseat of her car, and sped home.

As she pulled in, she watched you dig into your bowl of popcorn in your bedroom, your eyes never leaving the screen. How ironic that the movie you were watching was Scream. How festive.

When she pulled into the garage and dragged his unconscious body into her basement, she tied him up to the chair and felt herself get excited. It had been a minute since she had been in this position, ready to kill for a girl. That’s why she had to move into your neighborhood in the first place.

She waited 2 hours, perfecting her tools on the table, waiting for him to wake up. So when he did, and he realized where he was (or realized he didn’t know where he was) the boy started to scream. He wailed and cried, looking at the knives in front of him, feeling his hands and legs tied down.

“Shut up you pussy.” Billie said, almost laughing at his pleas for her to not hurt him. “You fucking hurt my girl, so I’m gonna fucking kill you, alright?”

And so, she did exactly that.

She turned on her speaker in the basement, singing to herself some old classic rock, grabbing her favorite switchblade out of the 4 she had on her tray.

Her feet crinkled the tarp that lay underneath her and your boyfriend.

His eyes locked with hers one last time before she took the knife across his throat, watching the blood spill out of his stupid, ugly body.

Billie carved out his organs, ripping his beating heart out of his chest and holding it up in pride after an hour of torture. Holding the little bitch’s life in her hands, the little bitch that had the audacity to hurt you.

She smiled to herself, thinking of you and how happy you’d be to know he’s gone.

She saved you.

All of this happening while you snuggled up in your bed on the cozy October night, dreaming of the girl you had met that one time from across the street.

Dreaming of the girl who just murdered your boyfriend.

🙂🙂🙂 sorry guys but i felt spooky and im def gonna make a part 2 or make this a series or something if you want it. Also i didnt proofread so sorry

[caitchercatlady]

A Vil Schoenheit rant...with a Rook Hunt side tangent

Yeah, I'm gonna piss off the Vil fandom today.

I know these events are not always in timeline with the main story, so maybe I shouldn't be complaining about the fact that Vil even tries to put the idea of what Epel is supposed to be like in the minds of everyone else (which even rubs Ace, Azul, Jamil, and Grim the wrong way). However, the line still rubs me wrong because I still remember Epel's ceremonial card story in which Vil literally hits Epel into saying that he LOVES macarons when in reality, he doesn't love them as much as BBQ. Yes, I did read Book 5, and Vil has gotten better since then. It's just that everything prior to Book 5 still triggers me as a person who also had the same thing happen to them in order to "conform to the rest of society." I guess that's why Vil in his "villain" arc bothered me so much. I know what it's like to be Epel, to try to fit into a mold that he obviously doesn't fit into, and that he's punished for being different. Yeah, Epel does come off like a little wannabe Alpha male when we first meet him, but there is a point in the story where Epel gets the message, but Vil doesn't seem to let him off. There's a difference between being a little shit and being abused, and Epel was being abused plain and simple. The worst part is that Rook didn't do much about it until the SDC and even then, he barely stood up for Epel at all. I didn't like Rook for his stalker tendencies before, and it doesn't help that as Vice Housewarden, he didn't set Vil straight until the dude had to overblot.

I don't need the speech on how all of the characters are inherently flawed because I know that's what the game is about. I've been in the fandom since 2020 (when I discovered the Japanese version). Of course, I know what it's about. I guess just like everyone else, character traits sorta just rub me off the wrong way due to my past experiences and trauma, and Vil just so happened to be one of those people who triggered my psyche.

[a-bright-comet]

Jade Shadows Thoughts

(NOTICE: I have edited this post after a few days and many lovely replies and tags giving me more insight and opinions, overall my view of this quest has gotten a lot more positive, thank you all <3) okaaayyyy I am utterly rattled rn lmao also made the mistake of looking at tumblr after doing the quest and as expected it seems to be a 50/50 of hating or loving it. so here are my personal thoughts, I am a little scared but talk seems to be civil thankfully. I can definitely agree on the sentiment that this quest needed more time, cause let's be honest the people hating this quest wouldn't be jumping to the things they're jumping to if Jade herself got more screen-time before the big drop, warframe's style has always been vague and never 100% straight-forward and I think that unfortunately hurt it a bit this time, as what they didn't show came off wrong to many people and while I sorta see why I disagree on some parts. I also feel like the quest kinda got a bit *too* hyped both by DE and the fanbase's theories, way too short, it deserved and needed to be a bit longer for it's special narrative. Jade kinda got a weird spot, both being the main focus alongside Stalker but also hardly explored. But let's be honest, most of the negativity is caused by this outside-circumstance alone. Now, what I absolutely disagree with is people insisting that DE was trying to say "bodily autonomy bad" or that Stalker didn't care about her and only the child, thing is I thought it was pretty fucking clear that she *wanted* the child in what little was shown and she was going to die no matter the outcome (thanks to the orokin to absolutely no one's surprise) and Stalker in his guilt for all she's done for him wanted to make sure that he at least kept this one promise to Her, cause She wanted it. she still had bodily autonomy in the fact She wanted this, she wanted the child no matter what. and she wanted stalker to protect her and the kid. And he did, like a true loving partner. DE has a long track record of being very autonomy-positive. A point they make time and time again is that ripping it away is *bad* and horrifying, the quest is a bittersweet tragedy, not a horror. Honestly there would be 0 issue if DE had given us a Jade-only quest before this one, I personally would've preferred it as well, she's cool as hell she deserves it. who knows maybe DE will see all of this and make prequel quests? we can only hope. I do not want to assume the worst of anyone or anything cause that's a miserable existence. Look I personally enjoyed the quest and get the feeling whoever wrote it did it out of some personal experience or sorrow, that's at least the vibe I got. It's a tragedy, but her choice was seen till the end, many women choose to still have a child despite knowing they won't make it, many also don't, that's why choice is important. and she did, she chose her child that she was having while likely forcibly infested and turned into a warframe. (also remember there are women on the team who likely looked at this.) there are some other iffy parts of the quest, (really should've been the drifter instead of the operator if they were gonna do that, but that's personal discomfort.) but overall I enjoyed it and open to explore the implications of a born-warframe-child and Stalker healing as they both grow together. These are my thoughts, and I can understand why people like or dislike this quest, but I think it's fine and just ended up in a very unfortunate spot due to outside circumstances beyond it's control. (sorry if any of this comes off as aggressive it is not my intention despite how riled I am by some folk online, I disagree with you but I do not hate you, I don't even know you.)

Her choice, His promise, Their light.

Thank you for reading my first ever text post about something I care about, not sure I'll be doing this again any time soon out of anxiety lol (Edit: and thanks to everyone responding to this post wonderfully, ya'll are great and have lessened my anxiety and have made me appreciate this quest more <3)

[historyslittlebish]

How would king Baldwin react to utter and complete devotion ? As in writing full pages about him etc etc

a/n: Oopsy, this was sitting in my inbox for like weeks. Sorry its been a bit but I'll humor you with some cute/funny hcs!

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Warning: fluffy, y/n is kinda a bit of a stalker, Baldwin being himself

Note: No romantic stuff is detailed but I made it so you can choose to be a friend, worker, or romantic interest

It was a simple accident!

Yet his curiosity couldn't be satiated.

Seeing you run off to your quarters in a hurry made him wonder.

What could you possibly be doing?

For once when you were off doing your duties he became a little too curious..As his servant he couldn't help but observe you observe him?

He'd often catch your gaze on him, quietly observing him do his duties as well.

Whenever given the chance, you'd always go up to your room and write non-stop. Even on the job you'd carry a little notebook and write down anything that Baldwin did.

He of course had no idea and thought you were just..odd-ish..

But of course spending days seeing you run off to your room to do who knows what, of course his mind will spin and his thoughts will wander, simply thinking what could you be doing..

These thoughts have been from just simply wanting to rest to planning a coup.

He admits its foolish of him to think such things but as a ruler it's important to be weary.

Finally his curiosity got the better of him and he wandered into the quarters.

He saw a little leather journal sitting on your bed with a discarded quill and ink cup on the stand.

He carefully opened up the journal in the same spot on the bed, wondering what he would find, simply a daily planner? Did you like to write as a hobby? Planning some sort of overthrow?

Imagine his surprise when he sees rants of how great he is, how'd you think he'd be the best king in the world, how you wish there was a cure for his illness.

As he continued to read through the pages, he came across a few sketches of him, just him, in his mask but the mask having fine details, while sitting on his throne or playing chess, and others just random doodles.

He was...surprised.

Judging by the rants and words, you felt utter devotion for him as a king, you admired his work and respected him to great lengths.

Baldwin sorta..felt his heart swell.

He knew that possibly many people, including servants, found him weak or too ill-ridden to be a king but in the same breath help him with all sorts of things.

Yet here you were, praising him for his talents, his bravery, his intelligence. He couldn't help but crack a small smile.

He carefully closed the book and swiftly left, a new plan coming to mind.

The next time he saw you, he came up to you and revealed that he saw the journal and read some of it (there was much to read but he didn't have the time).

Of course you'd be very flustered but before you could say anything, he decided to give you a new job, to be his personal scribe (and mayhaps a friend?).

You'd often join him in any of his activities and he'd share personal interests and thoughts he has, no matter how random, thoughts and things no one else knew about him.

You felt honored to be able to know such things and you'd often detail his words, his thoughts, and behaviors in your notes, keeping track of anything and everything.

Baldwin felt a deep connection with you.

He never really talks to many people about such leisurely things.

So to have someone to express his interests and thoughts and ideas but them being actually interested is..an idea that makes a rush of dopamine clouds his brain.

He is proud for you, and he's glad you like him so much, enough to write endless things about him.

[dolly-gutzz]

Mid90’s x gn or fem!reader / slight Fuckshit x gn!reader

Reader wanted a nickname, so the boys tried to come up with one. It sucked + readers' first time meeting the boys. 

Warnings!!: two mentions of fem pronouns sorta. Just fluff:D

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Spike Psyche. That's my nickname. Out of all the things my friends could have nick-named me. Spike Psyche. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I say, appalled. Fuckshit nods, swigging back his Coke. 

“Yup.” he replies as Sunburn (aka stevie) giggles at the name.“Why?” I exclaim in disbelief. 

Ray chuckles at the nickname before muttering

 “Thats fucked up” Fuckshit opens his stupid mouth again. “Because all you talk about Is chopping off our heads and putting them on spikes, and how you want to kill yourself after every minor inconvenience.” I gasp, putting my hand over my chest dramatically. “I do not!”

Ruben shakes his head. “Yes, you do.”

FourthGrade chuckles behind his camera and I glare at him. He sinks down into the couch. “I do not talk about killing myself that much guys, if anything Ruben does more than me!” Ruben whips his head around to look at me. “Man, fuck you” He starts “I do not talk about that depressed shit.” I shake my head. “Y’all are trippin’” I look around the shop and see some customers listening in on our conversation. “I will not let yall call me that dumbass name, I like Y/N so much better”

Fourth grade finally chimes in. “But last week you said you hated your basic name and you wanted a nickname.” Bless his innocent soul. “Well I take it back, i am not answering to ‘Spike Psyche’” I sink into the couch with a pout. “Well fine ma, we’ll find you a “good nickname” Fuckshit reasons. I nod. We sit in silence as Ray gets up to help the customer. I look around the shop. 

New posters of artists I like are on the walls. Fuckshit insisted on making the space mine as well as theirs. All I heard was ‘we need new decorations and you have good taste in music’ I didn't really mind though. I've always wanted to add my own little spice into the skate shop ever since I first stepped foot in it. I think back a couple years. 

I was 13. I wanted a new board for my birthday. So, my dad took me to the nearest shop. Four boys sat on a couch near a wall, watching MTV on their small TV. The tall one noticed us first. He nudged the golden haired boy to his left, who then looked up at me. “Oh shit” he muttered under his breath. My dad frowned. I guess he caught that. “Hey, welcome to Motorz, how can I help y'all today?” he asked, clearly trying to impress my dad (on account of my dads business attire). 

My dad spoke for me while I hid behind him in fear. I was never good with new people. Especially ones I found cool. 

As my dad pressed questions like ‘How old even are you?’ and ‘fuckshits your name?’ I only found the kid cooler. How did you even wind up with a name like Fuckshit? 

Soon enough, my own personal skateboard was in my hands, and my dad was dragging me out of the shop despite my wanting to stay. As I looked behind me to the boys, and the supposed fuckshit was waving to me out the door. With my other free hand I waved back. He smiled a soft smile, and then walked back into the shop yelling “that chick was hot!” I smiled to myself the whole way home. I went back to the shop after school one day to see fuckshit again, and just stayed there for three years. My dad warmed up to fuckshit eventually, but still has some grudges against him. 

And I'm still in love with the stupid kid, even though he gets on my nerves almost every day.

 I look at fuckshit now. His hair is longer, yet less taken care of and frizzy. He has more scars from skateboarding. And his eyes look even more green against his tan olive skin. Suddenly, he speaks. “I got it!” I roll my eyes and mutter “what is it?” He smirks and walks over to me slightly slotting his legs between mine. “Your new nickname is Stalker, because you're always staring at me” The boys erupt in laughter. I gasp “fuck you” 

“You wish ma,” 

[xelmokidx]

Nicknames

Mid90’s x gn or fem!reader / slight Fuckshit x gn!reader

Reader wanted a nickname, so the boys tried to come up with one. It sucked + readers' first time meeting the boys. 

Warnings!!: two mentions of fem pronouns sorta. Just fluff:D

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Spike Psyche. That's my nickname. Out of all the things my friends could have nick-named me. Spike Psyche. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I say, appalled. Fuckshit nods, swigging back his Coke. 

“Yup.” he replies as Sunburn (aka stevie) giggles at the name.“Why?” I exclaim in disbelief. 

Ray chuckles at the nickname before muttering

 “Thats fucked up” Fuckshit opens his stupid mouth again. “Because all you talk about Is chopping off our heads and putting them on spikes, and how you want to kill yourself after every minor inconvenience.” I gasp, putting my hand over my chest dramatically. “I do not!”

Ruben shakes his head. “Yes, you do.”

FourthGrade chuckles behind his camera and I glare at him. He sinks down into the couch. “I do not talk about killing myself that much guys, if anything Ruben does more than me!” Ruben whips his head around to look at me. “Man, fuck you” He starts “I do not talk about that depressed shit.” I shake my head. “Y’all are trippin’” I look around the shop and see some customers listening in on our conversation. “I will not let yall call me that dumbass name, I like Y/N so much better”

Fourth grade finally chimes in. “But last week you said you hated your basic name and you wanted a nickname.” Bless his innocent soul. “Well I take it back, i am not answering to ‘Spike Psyche’” I sink into the couch with a pout. “Well fine ma, we’ll find you a “good nickname” Fuckshit reasons. I nod. We sit in silence as Ray gets up to help the customer. I look around the shop. 

New posters of artists I like are on the walls. Fuckshit insisted on making the space mine as well as theirs. All I heard was ‘we need new decorations and you have good taste in music’ I didn't really mind though. I've always wanted to add my own little spice into the skate shop ever since I first stepped foot in it. I think back a couple years. 

I was 13. I wanted a new board for my birthday. So, my dad took me to the nearest shop. Four boys sat on a couch near a wall, watching MTV on their small TV. The tall one noticed us first. He nudged the golden haired boy to his left, who then looked up at me. “Oh shit” he muttered under his breath. My dad frowned. I guess he caught that. “Hey, welcome to Motorz, how can I help y'all today?” he asked, clearly trying to impress my dad (on account of my dads business attire). 

My dad spoke for me while I hid behind him in fear. I was never good with new people. Especially ones I found cool. 

As my dad pressed questions like ‘How old even are you?’ and ‘fuckshits your name?’ I only found the kid cooler. How did you even wind up with a name like Fuckshit? 

Soon enough, my own personal skateboard was in my hands, and my dad was dragging me out of the shop despite my wanting to stay. As I looked behind me to the boys, and the supposed fuckshit was waving to me out the door. With my other free hand I waved back. He smiled a soft smile, and then walked back into the shop yelling “that chick was hot!” I smiled to myself the whole way home. I went back to the shop after school one day to see fuckshit again, and just stayed there for three years. My dad warmed up to fuckshit eventually, but still has some grudges against him. 

And I'm still in love with the stupid kid, even though he gets on my nerves almost every day.

 I look at fuckshit now. His hair is longer, yet less taken care of and frizzy. He has more scars from skateboarding. And his eyes look even more green against his tan olive skin. Suddenly, he speaks. “I got it!” I roll my eyes and mutter “what is it?” He smirks and walks over to me slightly slotting his legs between mine. “Your new nickname is Stalker, because you're always staring at me” The boys erupt in laughter. I gasp “fuck you” 

“You wish ma,” 

[mrs-corrections-78]

I’m a little late to the party cuz life be life-ing sometimes but I’m here with thoughts on LS 1x01 “Pilot”…I saw the promo and was instantly drawn to the show but because life and work, I didn’t watch live from the beginning. Cut to 2022 when I found myself laid up in a hospital bed after having a stroke and 3x03 came on after whatever I was watching on Fox that night was over. I watched T.K. wakeup from his coma with Carlos by his side and I wanted to watch more of this show it was intriguing. After a month of intense therapy in the hospital, I came home. My partner took time off work for a month to assist me at home, help me learn to live with a disability and whatnot. Lone Star was at the back of my mind and while watching reels, the scene with TK and Carlos crashing thru the door in 1x02 came up and I learned I could watch the whole thing on Hulu. So I binged as much as I could, got thru the first 3 seasons in like 6 weeks or so cuz life, disability, therapy, that kinda thing. Instantly fell in love with the characters, TK and Carlos are my favorites followed by Judd and Grace. I watched seasons 4 and 5 live.

It must have been such a harrowing experience for Grace to have heard the original 126 go down and not be able to contact any of them, I heard the tears in her voice. My heart broke for her. When we finally meet Judd in Owen’s office, he’s so, so angry. He’s thinking this city slicker is taking over everything and ruin is all, which is, of course not the case. Owen wants to improve things, make’em better.

I’d forgotten between watching the promo and binging the first 3 seasons that Alex was a guy and I really applaud the writers in using a gender neutral name cuz just by the name Alex, it could be a guy or girl, Alexander or Alexandra. You don’t find out until the proposal scene that Alex is who he is. Side note-TK’s pants were entirely too short in the proposal scene imo but I digress. TK was incredibly apologetic to Owen, he knew he effed up and he effed up good. Owen wasn’t taking any crap from him.

I loved the building the crew montage. I did not like Chief Radford hiring Mateo as his driver. That felt wrong to me, especially when he laughed about Mateo not being able to pass the written portion of the firefighters exam, like Radford was sorta making fun of him but not really? I hope that makes sense. Anyway, I love that we got to see T.K. demolishing the old firehouse a little bit, put them muscles to work, baby. Loved Marjan’s nonchalance only being down there to check out SXSW. Paul’s introduction was *chef’s kiss* and I love that Owen pointed out that he’ll be treated the same way as any other guy in the firehouse. I felt for Mateo, he really, really thought he was stupid and food for absolutely nothing…but being Radford’s driver. Owen pointed out that he’s not stupid, Mateo’s “really?” just broke my heart, this poor boy thought he was nothing, turns out he’s something great.

The honky tonk dance scene was lovely and fun although Carlos looked a bit like a stalker back there just watching T.K. and his crew before asking him to dance. I loved that Carlos shimmied his shoulders while TK’s shoulders shook up n down, it was cute. They were definitely making eyes at each other that night.

I like that we got to see Judd breaking down when he saw the memorial to his fallen brothers Owen put up. I think it was then that he finally realized Owen wasn’t trying to erase the old 126, he was building it back bigger and better. I’m curious to know though, how long it was between Grace talking to Owen outside the honky tonk and Judd being reinstated cuz at the end of the episode we see Judd driving the tail end of the fire truck seemingly being thrown right back into action.

I find it hard to believe that Owen and Michele didn’t meet at all before the Reaper pepper emergency. It seems a bit far fetched that they had zero interaction before that.

Michele is rightfully angry about Iris being missing but I think her anger is misplaced towards Dustin. Carlos’s intro was wonderful but resigned at having to arrest Michele…again, for harassment…again. I love his snarky “I’m not an Uber.” to Michele asking him to drop her at work for her shift. The relationship between Carlos and Michele isn’t really known at this point other than they might be friends but I definitely didn’t pick up that she was his sister-in-law in 1x01. Wouldn’t it be a conflict of interest to arrest family, tho? I’m guessing APD doesn’t know of their relationship, friendship.

We don’t really meet Nancy or Tim in this episode, which is unfortunate. They’re just kinda there at the pepper emergency. We should’ve been introduced to them more thoroughly.

All in all, I loved 1x01. It’s a great intro to all the characters I came to love and it drew me in. I’m so glad I came across Lone Star and these characters, it’s definitely my comfort show and I miss it terribly. It had so much more potential.

[celtrist]

As incredible as it seems, i really like your idea for obsessed sir pentious just acting like a normal romantic partner for alastor (just a little glingy). Dont get me wrong im loving the dark stuff happening in your au, i just thought that sometimes you need a little break from all the dark stuff, a little cup of fluff, a bit of a "safe heaven" you know??

I also dont think that pentious could be same level harmful like vox, vaggie, valentino etc. Yes hes still obsessed so i imagine him wanting to hold hands, watching alastor sleeping, stalking him a little bit but not doing much besides that, making him take care of the eggbois, playing fighting, maybe creating deer related inventions to try impress alastor 🤔

Im a sir pentious fan i think that noodle is just a simple man with simple wishes 💅😅

Yeah, that's sorta my same thought process. Obviously everyone is pretty much OOC in this AU, but I do genuinely try to make it sorta "in character" for them. Like what if these character's with their canon selves WERE put into this situation and how would their obsessions vary?

And Pentious, out of everyone, was like the one character I really couldn't think bad things for. He's just such a wet cat of this series. People call Lucifer pathetic? Did you not SEE Sir Pentious at all? When someone had asked what he'd do, I remember being a bit lost and just saying he offers a bunch of harmless gifts to Alastor that Alastor declines or destroys in his face. And I think at the time I mentioned him being a bit stalkerish, but I might be remembering wrong. But yeah, Pentious' worst crime being a harmless stalker compared to everyone else just feels like it makes sense for him.

And I definitely remember talking about how having some light-hearted stuff in the midst of the dark stuff would probably be good for the AU! I think it was about there being a good end in the AU where the curse is lifted, but it's more or less what you said. The dark stuff can get pretty boring/mind-numbing after a while if there's nothing to like, break the monotony so to speak. It's kinda why, while the AU definitely has some very dark content with it, I have always thought about it a bit more like a dark comedy. Not always obviously, but the whole idea of Vaggie making traps, Charlie's delusions about Alastor and Vaggie's relationship, Lucifer just under the impression they have an "enemies to lovers" thing going on, and even Rosie's and Alastor's occasional lunches together were always meant as sort of dark-comedy parts of the AU. Nothing serious. Heck, both Sir Pentious and Niffty are actually just silly jokes all in all. They're both the most harmless of the crew. This might seem strange with Niffty, but I never really imagined her succeeding in her advances. And like I said, Pentious is just a puppy pretty much. I never imagined (in part because I was never able to) think of anything dark for his character to do. And with you're own thoughts about it, I think it cements the idea for me that Pentious doesn't really have anything dark going on (again, aside from stalking but he also just watches others sleep in the main series, soooo....).

Pentious also works as an occasional "sidekick" so to speak seems kinda fun. It'd be similar to that sort of relationship you see in kid shows where Character A is clearly in love with Character B, and Character B ignores it or brushes it off but will use that crush to their own benefit. Sheldon and Jenny's relationship from My Life as a Teenage Robot would probably be a fairly good sum up to Alastor's and Pentious' relationship? Pentious is way too obsessed from stalking to creepy shrines and poor attempts at flirting, but the guy doesn't really harm Alastor nor wants to harm him in any way. And to be honest? I feel like Alastor would, on some occasions, maybe throw a bone. If only because it wouldn't make Pentious start pushing any harder. Plus, Pentious being more "normal" in the love department compared to everyone else is a bit of a nice contrast to the monstrous actions of everyone else. I never thought about how his obsession would actually be (again, aside from gift-giving and being a doormat to others pretty much), but I do like the idea he would just be in a nice relationship with nothing really terrible happening.

[ohbo-ohno]

Oh okay yes please talk about stalker Johnny and Ghost and reader with the make your own dick model 🙏🏻

yeeeesss. i should be writing 1k drabbles but you're getting this instead so i can get it out of my head. sorry not sorry!

stalker johnny who corrupts his girlfriend. you're very happy together and he very slowly introduces the idea of ghost... tells you all about how perfect his is, how strong, how big, how protective of his people, all sorts of things. paints this picture of an almost guardian angel type for her, sorta talks about ghost like he's a god

shows you pictures and his drawings too. and just, slowly, you starts to see ghost in the same way. it's definitely intentional on johnny's part - he tells you very specific stories about ghost to make him sound as perfect as possible

there's a bit of time when johnny starts to bring ghost into the bedroom. he'll fuck his pretty girlfriend with a strap and stuff a few fingers into her ass, whisper in her ear that he's stretching her out for simon. they'll make out and between kisses he'll whisper about what it would feel like to share ghost's cock between the two of you - both of you fighting over who gets to suck his shaft and who his balls, kissing around the head of his cock, fingering you while you suck his cock. it really works for you, and slowly but surely you share johnny's obsession

(he brings home a recording of ghost shouting at recruits one day. you've never come harder than when he fucks you with it playing in the background)

and ghost knows about johnny's little crush. how could he not? his sergeant follows him around like a puppy on base, constantly looking for approval, it would be impossible not to notice quite frankly. once johnny gets a girlfriend he thinks maybe the obsession will abate a bit, but... nope. if anything it gets worse

and, listen, ghost is a bit of an asshole. he's not above feeding johnny's obsession a bit. you think he doesn't see johnny filming him screaming at recruits? babe, he'll yell at johnny without pointing out the camera in his pocket. flexes a little bit when he catches johnny sneaking into the shower behind him. manhandles the boy by the back of his neck

he figures it's mostly harmless, though. honestly he's not sure johnny is freaky enough to really do anything about his crush

he meets you when the whole task force goes out for drinks one night. and ohhhh he gets it. he sees what's going on here.

you and johnny are like two little puppies, begging for his attention. he shows up to the table and sees you sitting in johnny's lap, and you're both staring up at him with stars in your eyes. it's a bit jarring, but ghost settles quickly. price and gaz fuck off early on in the night, and ghost is more than happy to spend some time with the two of you

the both of you pant after his attention all night. he tries to make small talk about your life but quickly realizes that you're only interested in hearing about him. sort of awkward, to be honest, but the attention is nice.

johnny scoots as close as he can with you in his lap, and ghost spreads his legs a bit press their thighs together. without saying anything he scoops your ankles up, setting them on the other side of his legs so you're laid out across him. ghost settles back into the cracked leather of the seat, throws an arm over johnny's shoulder, and takes a sip of his bourbon.

and oh you two blush so prettily

ghost honestly isn't sure if either you or johnny will be brave enough to do anything about your little crushes. he's not going to take that first step - he'll take all the steps after that, but he wants one of you to take the first - and he's a little disappointed when neither of you makes a move at the end of the night.

he notices something's wrong when he and johnny catch a ride home.

the heaviness in his limbs is terrifying at first, and he almost sounds the alarm before he sees the little gleam in johnny's eye.

and it clicks. he understands why his drink tasted just a little different when he came back to the table. and he lets himself relax into johnny's side, and starts planning how he'll get his boy back.

johnny helps him into his room, but leaves him be. simon applauds his restraint, and settles in to wait.

sure enough, less than an hour later, johnny sneaks into the room. ghost leaves his eyes shut, fighting the drugs to keep his mind present.

johnny nudges him a bit, then settles between his legs when he seems content that ghost isn't waking up any time soon. it's hard not to smirk.

"is he asleep?"

"yeah, bonnie, he's out."

oh now that's interesting, johnny's pretty little girlfriend is on the phone with him. your tinny voice sounds nervous but excited from the speaks, and johnny's is just excited.

it takes a while for ghost to figure out what the hell johnny is trying to do - he's never had a dick mold made of himself, alright? it's not an easy process to recognize. he wills himself to stay relaxed, and amuses himself with your conversation.

"oh, wow."

"what? is it big?"

a scoff. "big is an understatement. not sure even you'll be able to take this, lass."

an offended noise. "oh im sorry, this coming from the man who's stretched me out on his entire fist before?"

a laugh. "you're not face to face with his cock, bonnie. fuck, my fingers can't even wrap around it."

"...really?"

a moan. "yes, he's... thick, long. fuck, he's pretty."

ghost would laugh if he wasn't so complimented. who knew johnny would love his cock so much? alright, ghost knew. the boy hasn't been shy with his worship outside of the bedroom, it's not exactly a shock that he is inside of it.

"be careful you don't wake him."

"i'm not an amateur, lass. we watched him drink the whole thing, he's out for the night."

ghost almost laughs.

he's not sure how long johnny takes, but eventually he takes his phone and leaves. ghost's still drugged enough that he can't really look around and see what's happened, but he's pretty confident he knows at that point.

it's gratifying, to know that johnny is so obsessed that he wants to fuck his girlfriend with simon's cock.

now he's just got to figure out a way to watch him do it.

[sisterkosho]

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I definitely don’t have enough to make a proper well organized post about them, but I think it’s about time I dump a little bit of lore about Chop-Top and Janis because they’re rotting my brain.

They met before Chop-Top went to Vietnam, probably sometime during the All American Massacre era. Janis had just started working at a local record shop, and he had a bunch of records he found in a hippie bus he stole that he wanted to trade in. Her first impression of him was something along the lines of “wow, you’re a freak”, but in an endearing sort of way. She found his whimsy intriguing. They hit it off almost immediately, and after that he kept coming up with excuses to come and see her at the shop. At some point she’d caught onto the fact that he didn’t actually have any real reason to be there and really just wanted to bother her, but she never called him out because she found it cute.

Sometimes he’d bring her odd trinkets (usually stuff he stole from somewhere) that progressively got more and more disturbing. It went from cheap jewelry and the like to teeth that he’d just causally drop onto the counter. Her coworkers started to notice and were thoroughly creeped out thinking it was some crazy stalker behavior (which it sorta was to some extent), but again she thought it was cute and also funny. You’d never be able to tell just by looking at her, but she was secretly kind of a freak herself to a degree so she was eating this up. Inevitably, it didn’t take long before they were officially dating. He hadn’t stopped harassing her at work since.

When Chop-Top first came home giggling and kicking his feet about his “new girlfriend”, his brothers just straight up did not believe him. Drayton especially refused to believe she existed, assuming that he was either lying or delusional and had some imaginary girlfriend named after Janis Joplin. This lasted up until he finally got fed up and took her home to meet his family, after which they assumed she must be being threatened because there was absolutely no way any normal person would want to hang out with him, let alone date him.

Surprisingly though, she ended up getting on rather well with the family. She was kind, respectful, and most importantly minded her own business. She didn’t ask questions, didn’t pry into things that didn’t concern her, and when it came to their… less favorable activities (of which she inevitably found out about at some point), she was entirely unfazed and even went out of her way to help where she could. They had been skeptical at first, but they very quickly realized she posed no threat to them. Drayton eventually came to appreciate her presence in the family, and she became somewhat of a sister figure to Nubbins and Bubba.

When Chop-Top was shipped off to Vietnam, Janis was devastated. She put on a brave face for his sake, but the reality of the situation hit her hard. During their goodbye, emotions were high… and in the heat of the moment, she ended up promising him that as soon as he got home, she’d marry him. It was impulsive, but in her mind it gave them both something to hold on to while he was gone. Of course, he held her to this the moment he returned.

They’re married, your honor. That is all

Art by @/salartmander

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TOSHIKAZU HAZAMADA HEADCANONS

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Kinda x reader , relationship headcanons

(Uhh tw for toxicity and also somehow spoilers for Madoka Magica .. )

Hazamada is VERYYY selfish, like hellishly selfish and when he's in love he's obsessed but not like cute obsessed, it's a gross freaky kinda obsessed like... Oh.. Toshi.. that's not..

Like a stalker

He IS a stalker

Very awful communication issues, does not know how to talk about his feelings at all and probably won't try because he feels it would be embarrassing to do

"Sour little boy with a fragile masculinity."

"Can’t process my feelings, Made ’em circle the drain, So tonight I’m gonna ruin your life."

"Too proud to show I'm hurtin', push it on you till you're burnin', That's the only thing that I know how to do."

"You may be the bigger person but I'm louder, I'll do everything to hurt you in my power."

"Just because you're confident I think your shallow."

THATS HIM, THATS HAZAMADA 

Incrediblely insecure but also narcissistic but also, in small moments of weakness, he's very VERY needy

"I don't need you, YOU need me."

But also internally like "SHSJS PLEASE DONT LEAAAVEE NEVER LEAVE ME PLEASSEE IM NOTHING WITHOUT YOUUUUU" + pathetic sobbing

Has a very hard time saying "I love you."

If his partner says it first it's a little easier but his response will always be

"that's nice" "love you too" "that's sweet" "I love me too"

Don't ever bring up the fact he never says "I love you" or "I love you too"

He does love his partner, they should know that! He shouldn't have to verbally say it.. they should just know.

Will throw a tantrum if his partner doesn't say I love you back/too and mostly will never say it first ever again

Probably only ever says it jokingly like

"I love you but.."

"I love you so much for this"

"I will love you forever if you.."

Probably has his own way of saying I love you

Genuinely feels like this partner is the only good thing to happen to him, an angel, a blessing

Crazy take don't kill me for this but Hazamada would definitely do something insanely drastic if his partner broke up with him

He's either killing himself or YOU /half joking

Starts shit the minute he's not getting attention and NEEDS to be the dominant one in the relationship

Y'all know the part (SPOILERS FOR MADOKA MAGICA)

where Homura becomes a devil and pulls Madoka out of godhood to be with her??? That the lengths Hazamada would go to for his lover but it's not like Madoka and Homura

IMO

Homura did that because she loved Madoka and couldn't live without her, it was an act of desperation and obsession because she essentially drove herself to madness trying to protect her y'know like "Please don't leave me!"

If that was Hazamada it wouldn't have been an act of desperation(well it WOULD be but it wouldn't be like Homura), it would be something selfish, a possessive, violent kind of selfishness like "they're mine and mine alone, they aren't allowed to leave"

Horuma broke herself trying to stay by madokas side

Hazamada was already broken and in turn probably wants to break his partner too

Definitely has a weird sorta corruption thing going on with him..

"If we become one monster, together we can always be blue."

Hey Bunny By Baby Bugs

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My Madpat & Ness Twin Au

I've always wondered what it'd be like for them to interact and be actual siblings, identical twins in this case. I created my au a while ago but I've also made some changes to it as well!!

For instance, I originally had imagined Ness being the person to cover up Mad's crimes but I had ultimately scrapped the idea. Interesting idea but not something I wanted in my au since it conflicted with the story way too much like certain relationships and dynamics.

I did though wanted to keep the familial unhinged-ness to them. It would make sense since they spent so much time together as children and growing up, sharing similar traits but being their own person as well. Ness wanted to be an actor and still actively wants to be one, though he may have given up on that dream after so many failiures...Which then introduces Mad, the brother who wasn't a "failiure"(though it depends on how you see it). You'd be right in thinking there'd be some repressed envy from Ness.

Mad never liked theater unlike Ness, never enjoyed loud obnoxious people that were the theater kids(dw I love you guys❤️Im a band kid myself) but oh did he love the spotlight, the attention. He was passionate about engineering. Ness was passionate about theater. Two separate things. Two separate people. They had a strained, almost onesided relationship. At least Ness tries to make an effort....

Ness was loud, hyper and colorful, Mad was quick to anger, blunt and apathetic(think of like an angsty teen) when they were younger. Ness sees his brother as someone almost better than him, who actually got his life together(spoiler alert: he didn't). Mad, in return sees Ness as this person who can form actual stable relationships with others(at least, more than Mad can). He envies Ness in that kinda way sorta.

Now some things about Ness. He looks significantly older than Mad even though Ness is an hour younger than him because continuous substance abuse(smoking and weed in particular), specially since it's been *20 years*. He started when he was just 17 to cope with the neglect of their father and their poor mother abandoning them. Ness has greying hair and a more sunken in and tired look. His lungs are also pretty bad, unable to run for long without using his inhalers. Its why he always keeps a spare one on him from his asthma that he developed in his 20s. From a distance they look the same but as you analyze their faces side by side Ness looks so tired and stressed with pieces of grey hair while Mad looks more healthy, though paranoid as ever.

When Ness is high he mostly gets all giggly and jittery and giddy. But other times he gets SUPER paranoid and locks himself up in his room. This is when he starts actually talking to the literal wall.

Now onto some bad habits they've picked up

Ness : Nail biting and smoking, self medicating, letting people take advantage of them, being a MANWHORE[Its a genuine problem, he flirts to cope], locking himself in his room and screaming until his throat is raw, and repressing his emotions

Mad : Drinking, screaming at others without thinking, EATING AND KILLING PEOPLE(Im going to be so honest with you, I was super excited when I found out about Caliban. HES SUPER DUPER SILLY AND COOL WHO EATS PEOPLEE<33)..Sinking his nails into his own flesh, short temper, having fits when things don't go his way, stalker, obsessive & possessive

Funfacts: Ness is banned from Freddy's because he stole the little Foxy puppet animatronic and Mad absolutely went OFF on him. They both share an apartment for convenience, cheaper that way. One Halloween Ness got so shit faced at a party that he started hitting on and making out with a pole...Mad ended up having to literally drag him away. Mad was absolutely so pissed, grumbling all the way home before drinking away his memory of ever seeing his brother doing that. Ness doesn't know the full story of what Mad does but he gives him the benefit of the doubt, blinded by his hopefulness of a nice brotherly relationship with him. He just wanted a brother who loves him and actually shows it... He unknowingly becomes an enabler to Mad's doings. He isn't a black and white good or bad person. He does kind and good things but he's not perfect. It just makes him all more human. Ness is not in the right mental state to date anyone at the moment. As I've said before, he flirts and I mean full on flirting with guys all the time. It's his way of coping with trauma. I can see him getting himself into a relationship but it wouldn't be healthy. Get this poor traumatized man a therapist😭🙏🏻

Can you tell Ness is my favorite? It's quite Ness centric now than it was before but I'm not complaining. I adore my boy Ness❤️

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