#thats gotta be bitter...

[amynchan]

So, writing at a certain point, and I wonder...

How much of Jiang Cheng's and Jin Guangyao's coparenting relationship is colored by the fact that Jiang Cheng was technically coparenting with Jin Guangshan first??

[miwachan2]

Fanart animation for @bamsaras cult of the lamb fic - The Rehabilitation Of Death!

A little head canon that Narinder kept the little lamb doll because it reminds him of when he used to hold Lambert back in his realm

Ye know, just a lil bitter-sweet memories :3

I thought of this head canon when I saw one of bams art dump posts and its been on my mind ever since lol but I finally decided to draw it :D (well, animate)

Song used:

Sad Piano Music 'Nowhere' [Extremely Sad] - Samuel Backof

Also he in his jammies uwu

[todayisafridaynight]

NO YOU’RE SO RIGHT ABOUT THE MAJIMA STUFF THOUGH. GOD. God forbid you speak poorly about the fandom silly guy etc etc. I rt’d one post about someone being annoyed abt majima getting an insane amount of merch (especially compared to other characters- even other PLAYABLE characters) and suddenly my TL is filled with ppl taking it as a personal attack….. like?? Settle down???

My one fear is that instead of Mine content we’re just gonna get Majima Saga 2 for yk3 and rgg will call it a day. WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO SAY ABOUT THE GUY !!! GENUINELY!!!

at this rate we’re going to have a complete record of Majima’s life from birth until modern day bc you knowww they’re never gonna let the cash cow die or retire. + god I lowkey need the 3jimas to break up Now so saejima and daigo can stand on their own again (w/out being overshadowed by Majima)…. Saejima especially… I miss the days when he felt like a character………

(I may have a lot to say on the topic) (he’s a fun character but at this rate I’m getting so sick of the fandom around him)

gen is kinda funny how when there's the Monthly Critique Of Majima post on twitter the rggtwt part of the tl is flooded with majima fans being upset. its like clockwork really LOL

as for saejima, i do miss him being solo... like he's funny with majima at times, but as wack as Y4 was i still really liked his coliseum scene, and his prison adventures in Y5 were a real treat too..

[hellcatchvalley]

dare i say the first otohan fight is where it all started to go wrong

[jackass-jones]

Constantly torn between writing a character to be just a nice guy and writing that character to be the most fucked up creature in existence

[polux-aka-hyakunana]

ah yes, the good old D2 times the so-called "Dark Vanguard" was actually a very compelling alliance between three until-back-then complete strangers amongst each other but sharing the same pespective of Darkness as a tool and not Evil and working together in this odd alliance to find out the real threat against the Sol System...

[aria0fgold]

One of those things is not like the others

I would not trust owen with my coffee. I would trust every other guy here with my life tho

ASJDDFFHFCVKGVH ?????? OWEN??????? I would trust everyone else with my order BUT Owen at the same time though it'd be so fun to have Owen do my orders just once just to see what'd he do to fuck it up xD

[peachycocaine]

Bothering him

Pairings: thanos x fem!reader

Summary: you bother your boyfriend while hes on the game and he punishes you for it

Tw: language, degrading, fingering, overstimulation (thats honestly it booooo shame shame) 18+ minors dni

You went over to your boyfriend's house thinking you guys could spend some quality time together but you were terribly wrong. The whole time, he didn't even give you an ounce of attention. He was too busy playing his little game with his little friends while cussing out whoever was in the opposing team, you were getting desperate now. What was the point of coming over if he wasn't even gonna take some time off his game for you? You wanted his attention, his touch. You laid on his bed, watching him furiously smash the controller while cussing into his headset mic. "Nam su you fucking dumbass, the fuck are you doing? Youre so fucking ass youre gonna make us lose" he screamed into his mic, his eyebrows furrowing as his jaw clenched. He was taking this far too serious, you hated how he could give the game undivided attention but not you.

After what felt like decades you decided that if he wasn't going to give you attention, you'll make him. You get off his bed and walk up behind him, hooking your arms around his shoulders from behind. You planted soft kisses on his neck, he just moved his headset away from one of his ears "what do you want, senõrita?" He mumbled hurriedly before setting his focus back on the game, you pouted at that. "Nothing.. i want you right now" you said with need, kissing along his jawline now. "I cant right now senõrita. You're distracting me" he said dismissively, you frowned as you removed your arms off him. "Fine then, be like that." You stomped away, plopping down onto his bed once more.

Thanos was quick to notice the change in your mood and sighed. "Alright man, i gotta go. Girlfriend's bein' a total brat." He said into his mic before taking his headset off and switching his Ps5 off. He got up and walked towards you, crawling into his bed beside you. You just rolled to your side, your back facing him. "Nah, go back to your game. In fact, why don't you just marry it, fuck it and have kids with it since youre so obsessed with it?" You spat out the words. He just scoffed behind you "yeah no, you don't get to do this shit right now. I got off for you and you're gonna be a brat about it?" He defensively responds as he rolls you until you're facing him again. You just glare at him without saying anything and he scoffs at you "y'know what? Since you want attention so badly, i'll give you some" he snapped before he grabbed you by the throat and crashed his lips into yours.

The kiss wasn't gentle at all, it was rough and bitter. Your teeth clashed against eachother as his tongue explored your mouth. His free hand went straight to the waistband of your shorts, pulling it down eagerly along with your panties. He collected some of your slick before shoving a finger in, making you groan. "Fucking look at you, youre soaking and i've barely even done anything" he chuckles before bringing up the finger and licking your slick off of it. He spits on his hand and brings it back down to your pussy, spreading his saliva all around your cunt. He shoves two fingers in this time, you gripped his shoulders as you bit your lip. He pumped his fingers in and out of your tight hole, watching you squirm and moan all because of his fingers. He speeds up his pace, roughly finger fucking you. You whimper and clench around his fingers in response, making him smirk. He removes his hand from your throat, using it to lift up your shirt. To his surprise, you weren't wearing a bra. He squished your tit before smacking it "you like getting treated like this don't you, slut?" he said in a raspy voice. You didn't answer, too lost in the pleasure to be able to form words. He loved the effect he had on you. He felt your walls spasm around his fingers and he knew you were close to your climax, before you got to cum he removed his fingers. Denying your orgasm, you whined. "Su bong!! What the fuck?" You said in between breaths.

"Brats don't get to cum." Cockiness evident in his tone, he had that stupid shit eating grin on and it pissed you off bad. You let out a groan "hows that even fair?" You pouted and he simply just laughed at you. "You wanted my attention and you got it didn't you? And i never said i was gonna let you cum so.." the casualness in his tone made you wanna slap him. You were starting to grow frustrated, your pussy ached with need to release. "I really need to cum su.." you said in a whiny tone. He looked down at you pitifully, giving you a mock pout. "Does this needy pussy need to cum? Hmm?" His tone taunting as his finger started circling your clit, making you moan. You nodded eagerly while looking at him with puppy eyes. "But you were being such a brat, do you really deserve to cum?" He enjoyed each and every moment of your struggle. You were so desperate and frustrated you swore you could cry right there. He slapped your pussy a few times, shlap, shlap, shlap noise coming out each time his hand came down to your pussy. Your body jolted with each slap. "If you really want to cum, then beg for it. Beg for me to let you cum." He said demandingly. You sighed "please su.. please allow me to cum i won't be a brat anymore i promise" you sounded so desperate it made him pity you.

"Fine then, i guess i'll let it slide this time." He said as he inserted a finger into you, slowly pumping it in and out. You sighed in relief, moaning when he added a second finger. And it was followed by a third. You winced at the stretch, you looked at him in shock. "N-no you can't.. i can't take 3 fingers.." you said in panic as you closed your legs around his hand. "Yes you can.. and you will." He said in a stern tone before forcing your legs back open. You looked up at him with glossy eyes as he started thrusting his fingers in and out of you in a brutal pace. It hurt, it hurt so much. "Hurts su.. it hurts.." you whimpered pathetically as tears threatened to escape. He just looked down at you and smirked "you better take what i give you, you cant be too greedy." He growled as he fastened his pace, he was practically destroying your poor pussy at this point. Your back arched and your chest heaved rapidly, you were on the brink again. You felt your climax build up and you squirted everywhere, his fingers kept moving in and out of you, drawing out your orgasm. Your body twitched and shook as you were coming down from your high. You almost came down from your high until he started moving his fingers on your pussy again, slowly rubbing your clit.

You whimpered and shot him a glare. The pleasure was almost too intense now as you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm. "I cant take more.. su.." you said, your tone strained. "Yes you can" he whispered into your ear as he began sinking his digits into your gaping pussy. You whined as all three of his fingers slid back in, he moved them in and out of you and your whole body shook. "Too much.. no more please" you looked at him with pleading eyes and he grinned sadistically. "Weren't you dying for my attention though? You suddenly don't want it anymore" his breath hot against your ear as you whined. He began pumping his fingers faster, curling them inside you making you scream out in pleasure. It was all too much, your poor cunny couldn't take the overwhelming pleasure. You were so sensitive that each touch made your body shake violently. You let out high pitched pornographic moans as your pussy clamped down on his fingers impossibly tight. "Gonna cum again hmm? Gonna coat my fingers in your dirty pussy juices again? Come on, cum all over my fingers like the little slut you are." His words tipped you over the edge and before you knew it, you cummed a second time, making a mess everywhere. He lets out a satisfied chuckle as he watched your body tremble uncontrollably. "Good girl." He praised you as he kissed your hair, pulling out his fingers before bringing them up to his mouth and licking them clean.

He peppered your face with kisses and brought you closer to him, resting your head against his chest as he kissed the top of your head. "Good job baby girl" he said in a sweet tone, your affectionate boyfriend su bong was back again. You snuggled up against him and pulled a blanket over you two, falling fast asleep in his arms.

The aftercare is shocking ik, i feel like thanos would NOT give you any aftercare but it's okay to be delusional sometimes. Also this is a bit rushed cuz i've been dying for ideas and i wasn't really interested in writing this. If you have any fluff, smut, angst ideas pls lmk thx :)

[witless-winion1]

Reread your fic and it got me thinking:

God Games reprise/parody but it's the crew in the afterlife discussing whether to help Odysseus during 600 strike. Different arguments and stuff but same musical structure.

After getting Perimedes but to the tune of the Aphrodite name intro in God Games stuck in my head, I need to share this concept with someone. Uh, Polities is Athena and the one in Odysseus's defense. Eurylochus gets Ares' bit (the Ares, Ares intro chant is Euryl-ochus). Elpenor gets Apollo's part. Idk who the others are. Zeus's bit is Hades because they're trying to convince him to let them leave the Underworld temporarily to go kick his brother's ass (except he's not a sore loser).

oh my god

oh my god

OH MY GOD

OH MY-

HOLY SHIT THATS-

wiaitwoaiyeaitwaitwaitwait

H A N G ON

Thank you for rereading my fanfic!!! :)

I feel like Eurylochus would be better as Hephaestus because he has MANY MIXED FEELINGS that cancel out to become a real emotional neutrality, like Hephaestus’s stoic neutrality, and both are one push away from deciding in the other’s favor. Does that make sense? I’m incomprehensible when excited

There’s not enough named men in EPIC to fill every role, so we might have to get…creative…

Thank you, you’ve cursed my brain to loop ✨~Periiimeeddeeesss~✨ or elPEnor 🦜

Zeus- Hades

Athena- Polites

Apollo- Elpenor (argument: Ody didn’t care enough to notice when he died on Circe’s island) (counter argument is that he was stressed tf out and still high on moly, he wasn’t great at counting heads, also it was Elpenor’s fault for getting drunk, like how Athena basically says “the sirens were trying to kill him, you dolt”)

Hephaestus- Eurylochus (the argument is literally the same as Hephaestus’s, but he’s on the verge of tears) (Poli just kinda murmurs something about it being many people’s fault, including Eury’s, and then hugs him, and Eury just barely chokes out his agreement)

Aphrodite- Perimedes (argument: is sacrificed six men to Scylla! And he gestures to six traumatized souls in the corner— counter argument is that there was no other way unless they’d all rather get thrashed by Poseidon instead of only six being eaten by Scylla) (or maybe he just points out how stupid it was to fix himself to the Cyclopes, and Poli goes “..a guy can make mistakes, can’t he? He’s just a man…”

Ares- ……an older, gruffer solider that’s bitter with Ody for just giving into Zeus’s demand to choose instead of using his Buff Brain like he has been this whole time (with the counter-argument that it’s LITERALLY ZEUS, KING OF GODS)? Or Hades pulls up a Trojan guard/solider that got killed, but idk how Polites would convince him…

Hera- I’m thinking either a) Persephone (because Zeus used his wife and also Persephone wanted to be included and Hades wasn’t gonna tell her no), and she’s already kinda “I’m fine with letting him go but I wanna mess with this funny little pancake boy” or b) a killed siren that Hades fetches, but he accidentally grabs a younger one that had no idea what was really happening during the massacre and is really confused so she just goes “uh-um, who? Some guy who wants to get home? Sure go help him but first you gotta sing with me” (like Hera’s disco battle)

it’s be fun if we could add Tiresias, Anticlea, or Astyanax in, but that probably wouldn’t work because

Tiresias- I can see him being irritated by Ody screaming in his face like an angry owl; he would be a good option, but I can’t see him fitting anywhere here

Anticlea:- are you kidding? That’s just Hades rigging the game in Polites’ favor. She’d say “YES GO GET MY BOY BACK HOME. EVERYONE’S WWAAAAIIITTIIIINNNNGGG FOR HIM” before Polites could even open his mouth. The entire verse would literally just be harmonizing the Waiting motif.

Astyanax: it’s a baby.

I’m actually so tempted to write the song or a fanfic about this, bestie you’re a fucking genius I hope you understand that

if anybody has any ideas or points, please please share them!!! This is such a cool concept

[emmiesoverthemoon]

don't wanna break up again

Pairing: kang daesung x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: daesung, an everloving and sensitive soul, grows tired of your emotional negligence. you, an exhausted and numbed soul, grows tired of his overbearing emotions. but were you ready to let him go?

Tags: angst. thats it really. done in collaboration with @petersasteria ! be sure to read her part two :)

i'm too much for you, so i really gotta do the thing i really don't wanna do, no i don't, no i don't.

You once believed there would never be a day when the sound of his laughter would not soften the edges of your world.

Daesung had a smile like sunlight filtered through a window in winter—gentle, subdued, and quietly insistent. It was not ostentatious joy. It was something deeper, something that felt earned, cultivated through pain and still able to bloom. He loved with a kind of raw tenderness that was rare in men, unashamed in its vulnerability. He gave everything; even when there was nothing left to give.

But love like that becomes heavy over time. When one person gives and the other forgets how to receive, something sacred begins to fray.

You could feel it happening. Not all at once, but slowly. Like frost creeping along a windowpane.

It was not that you ceased to care about how Daesung felt. It was that caring all the time became exhausting.

And he—he felt everything so deeply. Every shift in your tone, every sigh you thought went unnoticed, every glance that avoided him. He collected your indifference like bruises beneath his skin. And still, he kept trying.

But you? You began to resent him for it.

It was a Tuesday when you said it.

He had been crying again. Silent tears this time, sitting at the edge of the bed, hands clenched in his lap like a child trying not to fall apart.

“Are you crying again?” you asked, the words bitter and brittle. “For God’s sake, Daesung, can you just grow up?”

He flinched, like the deepening crack in his heart was breaking him from the outside as well. You saw it—the way his mouth trembled, the way his eyes darted away from you like your gaze was a blade. But he said nothing. He merely nodded and swallowed his pain like he always did—like he believed he had no right to speak it aloud anymore.

And the worst part? You felt nothing.

No guilt. No sorrow. Only weariness.

You were tired of playing savior. Tired of holding space for emotions that never seemed to end. Tired of walking on eggshells around him. You had been the one to steady him, again, and again, and again, and it had left you hollow. You began to believe that he needed too much, and that you—whatever was left of you—was not enough.

So you began to retreat.

You stopped asking if he was all right. You stopped waiting up for him when he came home late, eyes swollen and voice barely audible. You stopped reaching for him beneath the sheets.

Daesung noticed, of course. But he stayed. Because even after the treatment he would endure, he would rather lose the world than lose you.

Because the thought of going through that pain again—waking up alone, hesitantly eating in silence, crying so hard his chest would seize—terrified him more than your silence did.

He told himself it was a phase. That you still loved him, just differently. That if he held on, if he was patient, he could earn back the version of you who used to smile when he entered a room.

But you—the you he needed—was not coming back.

“I started therapy.”

Daesung told you one evening, his voice low—measured, yet fragile, like porcelain held too tightly.

You blinked at him, unmoved by his confession.

“Oh,” you replied, the word hollow, barely a syllable. “That’s good. You probably should have done that a long time ago.”

There was no softness in your tone. No acknowledgment of the courage it must have taken him to reach that point. No flicker of empathy for the boy who once begged for your comfort in the quiet hours. It was just another sentence to pass the time. Another inconvenience to endure.

He watched you carefully then, his gaze lingering on the features he used to trace with reverence. As if he were trying to find a memory in your eyes. A ghost of the woman who used to hold him when the nights got too loud. But she was gone. Had been for some time. Only her outline remained—cold, composed, untouchable.

And perhaps, in that very moment, he remembered what you both used to be—

There had been a night, long ago, during the early bloom in the evolution of your love—before distance, before disillusion, before resentment had made a home between your ribs.

You had found him curled on your apartment floor, pressed against the kitchen cabinet as if the smooth grain of the wood might steady his breath. He had called you from a payphone because he had been too ashamed to let his sobs echo in his own apartment walls, too ashamed to let his emotions cling to the paint donned to the interior. He was supposed to be a man. His voice had trembled, thick with apology and grief, and still, he had found the words to say, "I’m sorry for being like this."

And you—God, you had run to him the second he released his cries into the speaker. You had dropped everything, keys in hand, shoes forgotten, panic blooming behind your sternum. You had fallen to your knees beside him and gathered him into your arms like he was something sacred. He had folded into you like paper, trembling with the force of whatever storm lived inside his chest, and you had held him through it—his tears soaking your sweater, your hand smoothing through his hair as though you could soothe the years of sorrow he had carried long before he met you.

"You’re not too much," you whispered then, voice cracking as you kissed his temple. "You’re not broken. I promise to stay, even when it gets hard. I’ll stay, even when you forget how to ask me to."

And he had believed you. And for a long time, so had you.

—But still, he did not cry.

Instead, he turned inward. He sat in clean, unfamiliar rooms and poured his heart into the hands of strangers. Week after week, he unravelled the knots of your love, piecing together what it meant to survive it. He spoke aloud the things he used to only whisper in the dark. He began to unlearn the belief which was woven so deeply into his psyche that needing softness made him weak.

And somewhere in that painful excavation of self, he stumbled upon the truth he had been too afraid to say aloud.

He had been fighting for someone who had already left the battlefield.

“I think I’m done, I’m sorry.”

He said it without ceremony, one evening when the weight of your silence pressed too heavily against the walls.

You looked up from your phone, distracted. The words did not land right away.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m done with begging. Done with aching. Done with handing my heart to someone who looks at it like it’s a burden she never asked to carry.”

There was no fury in his tone. No drama. Only pain. The kind that settles deep in the bones and makes everything feel distant.

You parted your lips, something instinctive rising to your throat—but there was nothing there. No rebuttal. No apology. Just the gnawing realization that he meant every word.

And then he left.

The silence that followed was not unfamiliar, but it was devastating in a new, foreign way.

It was different from the comfortable quiet you used to share—the kind that wrapped around you like a warm blanket, full of unsaid I love yous. This was a brutal, echoing kind of emptiness. One that made every room feel cavernous. Every breath feel too loud.

The bed stayed cold. The food on your plate remained untouched. The walls seemed to hum with all the things you never said.

You found yourself reaching for your phone in the evenings. Just to check. Just to see if maybe—

But he no longer texted.

No more voicemails filled with choked apologies. No more late-night calls. No more quiet, desperate attempts to find you again in the ruins.

He had let you go.

And now, the grief he used to wear like a second skin had come to live in you. It nestled beneath your ribs, insidious and unrelenting. It crept into your hands, made them tremble when you thought of his voice. It whispered, you pushed him away, over and over, until the voice no longer sounded like a stranger’s—but your own.

You never wanted it to end like this. You never wanted to break up again.

But you did.

And this time, it was final.

This time, you were the one left behind.

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[wileys-russo]

the perfect tree II m.earps x reader

another little mearps christmas fic based around this request here

the perfect tree II m.earps x reader

"-yes mum i'll be there on the wednesday." you sighed, shuddering as a shiver ran down your spine as a singular icy drop of water slipped down your neck from one of the branches above you.

"-yes dad i'll be there on the tuesday. because i still have a few things to wrap up here!" mary groaned, catching herself as her footing slipped on the icy ground, the small trip worsening her already stressed mood.

"can we talk about this later? i'm trying to pick a tree mum." you requested withholding the urge to snap at her millions of questions, still trying to survey the trees around you for the 'one'.

"i'm a little busy right now, no please don't put mum on! i'm trying to pick a christmas tree up and she'll talk for-oh hi mum." mary paused and punched the air pulling a face as her mum began to ramble on.

"-no mum i will not be bringing someone with me." you sighed, exhausted at the never ending poking and prodding about your dating life. "that is none of your business!" you scoffed as your mum started to question if you were 'putting yourself out there enough'.

"yes i can get the turkey. mum its weeks away can we not talk about it a little closer to?" mary asked, eyes drawn to a tree a few up in the aisle as they widened happily, ignoring her mums ranting about how you can never be too prepared for christmas.

"-no mum i do not want to be set up with anyone, especially not one of your work friends daughters. please just leave me and my love life to be my own!" you moaned, kicking at a rock with a roll of your eyes, though they lit up seeing the perfect tree a few feet away.

you and mary both hummed at your parents words, half paying attention as unknowingly you both made a beeline for the same tree, on opposite sides of it you didn't even see one another coming, a barrage of trees keeping your intentions hidden.

"its perfect!" "thats just the one."

you jumped hearing another voice, peering around the tree and letting out a small yelp of shock as a girl who couldn't have been much older than you did the same, the two of you jolting in surprise.

"sorry, this ones taken." you smiled politely, one hand firmly holding onto one of the branches. "yeah it is, sorry." the girl gave you a smile of her own, hand holding onto a different branch as both of your eyes narrowed.

"mum i'll call you later." "mum i've gotta go."

with that your eyes narrowed even further, slipping your phone into your coat pockets. "i think you'll find i saw this one first." your tone was sweet but your eyes warned the girl off of arguing with you, though that did very little to derail her.

"i think you'll find that i touched it first, universal rule." she also smiled sweetly but her eyebrows remained furrowed together as your eyes locked in a stand off.

the girl seemed vaguely familiar but you couldn't quite pinpoint where from, she was head and shoulders taller than you and bundled up in layer on layer just like you were with the sudden bitter cold snap settling in.

feeling yet another few drops of icy water slip down the back of your neck you were snapped out of this strange stand off and reminded of your age, so with a shake of your head you removed your hand.

"you're right, you saw it first. merry christmas!" you gave her a much more sincere smile, internally hitting yourself for causing a fuss with a stranger over something so silly this time of year, you had a hundred other things to worry about.

"hey wait!" you frowned as she let go of the tree and instead grabbed your wrist, dropping it right away and mumbling an apology, cheeks flushed bright red though you weren't sure if it was embarrassment or from the cold.

"you take it. i don't know what came over me so be so immature over a tree, stressful time of year." the girl smiled apologetically, shoving her hands in her coat and rocking back and forth on her heels.

"tell me about it. but no you take it, really! season of giving right?" you assured her, and marys stomach did a flip at the way you continued to smile at her, a strange feeling settling over her which she assumed was the cause of her next move.

"help me decorate it then?"

you gave her a perplexed look at her statement. "sorry?" you weren't sure if you'd even heard her correctly. "god that came out so much creepier than i intended. i'm mary!" she beamed, holding out a gloved hand which you shook, giving her your own name in return.

"i meant to say would you like to help me decorate it then? it really is a perfect tree and since you've been so kind as to give it up i think the least i can do is give you the opportunity to make sure its treated and decorated as it deserves." mary smiled warmly, raising an eyebrow in your direction, waving over one of the workers over your shoulder.

"mm its a nice tree that definitely deserves to be treated right, but my parents raised me not to go home with strangers." you spared her a teasing grin, a little enamored at her response but also cautious around the fact you didn't know this girl from any other random on the street.

"smart parents. theres a little cafe just around the corner from here, how about we get a hot chocolate and some lunch and become not strangers?" mary gave you a wolfish grin, thanking the worker who cut down the tree and started to drag it away to be wrapped.

"are you asking me on a date?" you asked with an amused smile, never being one to shy away from asking somewhat blunt questions if it meant you got an honest answer.

"you know what yeah, yeah i am."

~

it would appear the two of you had a lot more in common than you thought as conversation flowed so much so that you were asked to leave the cafe since they were closing, both of you blushing bright red not having realised the time or that you'd been sitting here now for almost four and a half hours together.

exchanging numbers you'd agreed to meet up the following day, agreeing you now were no longer strangers you took up marys offer of helping her decorate the tree, the girl having helped you pick out your own shortly after hers was wrapped and ready to go.

which is how you found yourself now here in her home surrounded by boxes of decorations and ornaments, still a little in disbelief you'd only met her yesterday and here you were.

but mary seemed to have a knack for making you feel at ease in her company. the tall girl constantly cracking jokes and sprinkling in the occasional smooth compliment or awful pick up line to continue your laughter, a sound which was fast becoming like a drug for her.

"-oh now this is cute!" you laughed as you carefully pulled out the ornament from one of the many boxes littered around marys living room.

the ornament in question was clearly something of sentiment, a little frame made of popsicle sticks, glitter glue and tufts of tinsel with a photo of a gap toothed smiley young girl inside which you could only guess was mary herself.

"oh look you found the angel!" mary grinned taking it from you and pretending to put it on top of the tree as you nudged her with your shoulder. "you used to be adorable, what happened?" you frowned as mary gasped and instead held the frame up right by her face.

"scuse you. look at this! from cute to hot." she winked making you roll your eyes playfully as mary hung it on the tree, the two of you chattering away as christmas music softly played in the background.

"you have so many beautiful sentimental ornaments mary." you smiled softly, pulling out a red bauble that read marys first christmas, the gold lettering quite faded though still legible.

"what you mean your parents christmas trees growing up weren't shrines dedicated to you? what a crime." the girl tutted with a shake of her head.

"to my younger siblings maybe. i like to think i was the tester child, everything that went wrong with me they learned from and made sure not to repeat!" you sighed with a small chuckle, moving behind to the back of the tree, always stubborn in the fact that the entire tree should be decorated no matter if easily seen or not.

"but no shrines no. i used to make ornaments in school, but my mums always been very picky about the colour scheme of our entire house so anything that wasn't store bought and the right shade of coral or rose gold never made the cut." you shrugged, having grown up with christmas's done differently than most of your friends.

"oh i'm sorry! i didn't realise-" marys cheeks flushed bright pink and she started quickly to ramble out an apology which you were even faster to wave off.

"you don't need to be sorry, please! she's gotten less strict with it as we all grew up, though she still insists on throwing a huge christmas eve party for all of her friends where everyone seems to parades their kids and their accomplishments or careers all round like show ponies, as if they had anything to do with them!" you laughed with a shake of your head, marys face softening.

both of you were far to invested in one another to even hear the knocks at the front door. "oh look! mistletoe." mary grinned pulling out a small wad of plastic green and red and wiggling her eyebrows.

"sorry i don't kiss pretty not quite strangers until at least the second or third date!" you teased. "so you admit i'm pretty then!" mary beamed wiggling her body happily making you laugh again.

"mm and humble too." you squeezed her bicep and moved to hang something but not quite able to reach the branch as you felt mary move behind you, stretching out to help you as your heart admittedly hammered a little faster at the close proximity.

"mary! are ya deaf or what?" the two of you leapt away from one another as two younger girls came barreling into the living room, the taller of the two stepping right into an empty box and crashing to the floor.

"alessia!" mary groaned, rushing over to help her as the girl beside her doubled over with laughter and mary pulled the blonde up to her feet mumbling about how she was a walking safety hazard.

"oh sorry we didn't realise you had company." the blonde noticed you over marys shoulder and raised an eyebrow, the girl beside her ceasing her laughter as you shifted awkwardly under their narrowed eyes.

"whose this then?" the other girl questioned mary with a nod in your direction as if you weren't there. "what are you two doing here? what have i said about using my spare key to let yourselves in!" mary scolded, smacking the shorter of the two on the shoulder who whined and rubbed it with a scowl.

"we were going to watch the holiday and go look at lights, remember?" the blonde prompted as mary winced, having completely forgotten about the plans she'd made with her friends a few days ago, her mind lately being completely occupied by you.

"hey you don't need to go! you could stay?" mary noticed you grab your coat and spun around, staring at you hopefully as the two girls behind her continued to look you up and down as you shook your head.

"it's okay you have plans. i should get going anyway i've got a few things to do." you smiled sincerely, mary offering to walk you out and ignoring the unsubtle hushed questioning of who you were from the two girls who she ordered to sit down and wait for her.

"i'm really sorry about all this, i completely forgot about them coming over and-" "mary stop saying sorry, you apologize far too much for things you don't need to." you smiled with amusement, pulling your beanie on and stepping out of her front door, mary lingering in the doorway.

"can i see you again? soon?" she asked quickly, shoving her hands in the pockets of her hoodie as you nodded. "i'd like that. you've got my number, feel free to use it!" and with another dazzling smile sent her way, you were gone.

returning inside mary felt like she was floating, no one having had this sort of effect on her since she was a teenager, the keeper almost feeling juvenile for her apparent growing crush on you.

"mary you have some serious explaining to do!"

~

one year later.

"you ready for this?" you asked with a smile, the girl beside you nodding and leaning to sweetly peck your lips before shutting off the engine.

"god its fucking freezing." your teeth chattered as you stepped out of the car and opened the boot, grabbing out the bag of presents which the tall blonde was quick to take from you, silencing your protests with another kiss as you fixed her scarf and sent her a smile which still made her stomach do a flip.

"lets do this then."

hand in hand you made your way carefully up the perfectly shoveled driveway, pointing out to the girl beside you all the decorations and recounting their origins often with a roll of your eyes as she hung off your every word.

"no knocking?" "no point, they won't hear." you chuckled as you let yourself in, the door unlocked anyway as you felt the girl beside you grip your hand a little tighter and you lead her further inside the house and closer to the voices in the living room.

"darling! you made it. oh gosh and this must finally be-"

"merry christmas mum. and yes this is mary, my girlfriend."

[batboyblog]

https://x.com/magi_jay/status/1812914966560973238?s=46&t=9ilK5pqP73XDblTtTbb4Qg

This post motivated me to try something different: namely, name a good quality about the Democratic Party and its candidate.

Biden’s most admirable qualities are his general wisdom and steadfastness in the face of great challenges. While I might not always agree with EVERY choice he’s made for a number of reasons, I do think he’s shown that he’s much smarter than people give him credit for.

Furthermore, he’s very firm without being either too standoffish or trying too hard. One of the things I hated about his predecessor (I refuse to name him) was just how anxiety inducing and chaotic he was, something that sucks for me since I’m a very skittish person even if I try not to be.

Biden is steadfast and (media aside trying to make a conflict on him) has never made me feel like I’m on unstable ground. He’s like a rock in the storm:

Stand by him, and we’ll weather through the chaos.

I mean in part thats why I do my weekly lists of what Biden et al are up to, because every week, EVERY single week its something huge and transformative, for the first time in my lifetime people can write "The Case for Climate Optimism" we have a government pledged to ending hunger in this country reduce homelessness by 1/4th by next year we are doing big things in this country

a few political speeches are the pole stars of my politics, the center of what I believe in.

Harvey Milk's Hope speech "I know you cannot live on Hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living" tells me and teaches me to always be for something not just again stuff, and to always be the happy warrior, gotta give 'em hope.

Ted Kennedy's 1980 DNC speech "the work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die." to always get back up and get into the ring, its not never over till you give up, the Dream Shall Never Die how ever dark it gets if you hang into it with both hands

but most importantly is Ann Richards 1988 DNC Speech, if you've never heard it, you should:

I’m a grandmother now. And I have one nearly perfect granddaughter named Lily. And when I hold that grandbaby, I feel the continuity of life that unites us, that binds generation to generation, that ties us with each other. And sometimes I spread that Baptist pallet out on the floor, and Lily and I roll a ball back and forth. And I think of all the families like mine, like the one in Lorena, Texas, like the ones that nurture children all across America. And as I look at Lily, I know that it is within families that we learn both the need to respect individual human dignity and to work together for our common good.  Within our families, within our nation, it is the same. And as I sit there, I wonder if she’ll ever grasp the changes I’ve seen in my life -- if she’ll ever believe that there was a time when blacks could not drink from public water fountains, when Hispanic children were punished for speaking Spanish in the public schools, and women couldn’t vote. I think of all the political fights I’ve fought, and all the compromises I’ve had to accept as part payment. And I think of all the small victories that have added up to national triumphs and all the things that would never have happened and all the people who would’ve been left behind if we had not reasoned and fought and won those battles together. And I will tell Lily that those triumphs were Democratic Party triumphs.

It is always worth it to fight, however hard it is, however bitter it may feel in the moment to take half a loaf or a part payment, it is always always always ALWAYS! better to take a half step forward than not to move at all, because its not chess, its not a game, its people's very lives

as to what I like about Joe Biden? I could say a lot of things, he's a guy the world has knocked down a lot of times, a lot of struggles and personal tragedies that in someone else could make them hard hearted and cold, but I see a guy who always takes the time to listen

thats who is, always to see Joe on a rope line talking to people is to understand their cares are truly his, he truly and I promise you this wants what's best for people.

and just for a second remember who he's running against, who that guy is on the most basic level, saying he couldn't have raped that woman she's too ugly

so do you want a President who stops everything to tell a kid its gonna be okay, that that kids can do anything, and gives him his phone number and calls him to help, or you want the guy who tells your kids "when you're famous they let you do it, grab 'em by the pussy" up to you.

[str4ngergirlw0rld]

eddies never considered himself lucky, not with anything, not with girls not with guys not with his family not with anything.

not when his dad beat him and his mom to a pulp and walked out only to come back 2 years later with bloodshot eyes , red nostrils and a baby on his hip.

not when harley jones asked him on a date only to take his virginity in the back of his van and never talk to him again.

not when billy hargrove asked him to do his homework and he purposely wrote an essay on his behalf about how much he hated mrs. o’donell.

not when you showed up on his doorstep , asking him out on a date and he declined thinking he was some butt of a joke , making you walk home in the rain after walking an hour as a grand gesture for him in your cheer uniform carrying droopy flowers you had picked for him.

eddie wasn’t lucky not at all.

the clock on eddies side table reads 7:00 am in bright blaring numbers. eddies rubs his eyes to rid himself of sleepies and sits up , throwing on his favorite garfield boxers and an old ratted metallica shirt.

the knocking on his trailer grows rapid hence why hes up so early.

“i’m comin , i’m comin fuck hold on” he yells

throwing the door open eddies jaw drops , you’re the last person he expected at the door , if he knew it was you he would have made himself presentable.

you look so pretty , clad in your cheer uniform, rain droplets dripping off your eyelashes , knee high socks he can only assume are doing nothing to keep you warm. a pony tail holding your curled hair and flowers he can only assume you just picked from the side of the road , he can tell because he picks those for his mommas grave , purples amongst yellows amongst pinks and oranges, shining brightly in contrast to the gray sky.

“he-heyy what the fuck are you doing here?”

is the first thing that slips out of his mouth , your eyes blow wide.

“no no i didnt mean it like that i’m just shocked you’re here , did you walk here ? at 7 in the morning? in the rain?” he rambles “yeah i did , is that okay?” you ask , hesitance heavy in your voice “more than okay sweetheart, why are you here?” his voice filled with sweetness , making you hopeful of his answer to your question.

“i just wanted to know if you’d wanna go on a date with me , we can watch a movie , i know they’re showing some horror movies , i planned it out, i’ll pay for your ticket , i uh also thought we could get burgers and shakes at bennys , hes my uncle i’ll convince him to give the meal to us for free , he usually does he has a soft spot for me, i see you around alot , i think you’re handsome , i know my brother loves you and i know theres gotta be lots of reasons why” your head starts bopping , excitement laced in your voice. awaiting his answer.

eddies heart plummets to his feet , he wanted to believe this , to be hopeful that this wasn’t some cruel joke but he can’t not after holly. he cant help but roll his eyes.

you catch it , smile and arms dropping , your nails pressing into your hand where you’re holding the flowers you picked for him.

“why the fuck are you here y/n ?” the sweetness from his voice long gone , replaced with bitterness and venom “i-i just told you why eddie what do you mean” your voice trembles “no the real fucking reason , i don’t want you to stand there and lie to me what the fuck y/n i thought you were different but you’re just like them , you will not make a joke out of me , thats a dick move, go home. my answer is no , tell your friends that this didn’t work and maybe go prank someone else” he slams the door shut , palms opening and closing , sweating, he wants to look out, see the angry look on your face when you realize your plan didn’t work, instead hes faced with something much worse.

the flowers that once stood high we’re drooping in your hand , your back shaking hard with despair and a distraught look on your face as rock your head in a back and forth no motion tears dripping down your face , one hand pressed to your chest he can assume for comfort and the other holding waynes wrist where hes cupping your face lightly, cooing at you as you recount what just aspired to him, his heart burns with pain when he sees waynes eyes tearing up aswell. both of you soaked with rainwater.

he watches as you calm down , watches as wayne grabs a jacket from his car and covers your shaking frame with it , watches as wayne drops a kiss on your forehead and lets you walk away. watches as you walk further down the road disappearing from his sight. watches as wayne stomps to the door. but hes too afraid to go out and speak to you , too afraid to apologize because he already fucked up.

“what is wrong with you boy? i know i raised you , why you actin like ya father ? making a girl cry and having her walk home in the rain, you find out a way to apologize, i don’t care that ya think she pranked ya , she and her brother been coming here every morning asking for you , she built up the courage to ask you out and you turn her down so easily, fix this, don’t make me tell you again.” wayne tells eddie , wiping the tears on his face “fix this”

eddie doesn’t waste a second throwing his shoes on and grabbing two jackets. he’ll do whatever it takes.

[pinkmoonastro]

Moon through the zodiac

Aries: Your blunt and it often comes across as insensitive. Yet at the same time people may think your too sensitive. Growing up your household was very busy and or very gossipy. People may question your intentions alot with this placement even if your not doing anything some may still assume your up to no good. Its almost like damn all that assuming you might as well actually do something. The way you express yourself is always being judged and people are always trying to ''correct'' it. Causing you to be anti social, very particular on who you share your personality with or a bully. The way you express yourself is very unique just like your sense of humor you be accidentally funny as hell and thats needed in this world dont give away your power to people and allow them to change you into a dolice version of yourself. Light fire under they ass the way you how to. Anyways I wouldnt be surprised if you daydream about your ideal life alot, careful not to be in your head too much and create unrealistic expectations for yourself or others to uphold. I want yall to stop being so hard on yourself. If nobody else tell yall ima tell you i love how passionately you express yourself. The purpose of your moon being here is for you to learn more about yourself and who you are and how your actions/reactions affect others. Step away from whats familiar and comfortable and dig deep. Listen to your intuition. Have some fucking fun.

Taurus: Its your way or the highway HUH? Your moon chose to be here becasue you are the defender. There will be times were you feel your back is against the wall and you face alot of scrutiny from the world. They may come down on you hard but if you can withstand the pressure you will be rewarded. Willpower and self discipline comes easier for you. You have the tendency to be arrogant, domineering and passive aggressive. A good leader keeps those emotions in check. Yall get stuck in yall ways fr i want yall to put more energy into leaving your comfort zone and taking risk. Slow down smell the roses and enjoy where you are. Dont be all work and no play.

Gemini: Yall love some drama. Somehow always ending up in the middle of some shit. Seeing others as competition even when them ppl not worried about you. You like being the center of attention and dont care if its in a postive or negative light. It works for yall though because popularity comes easy for you. This is one of the most social placements for the moon to be. Your reputation means alot to you and networking is high on your priority list. Its common for yall to feel like you always have to choose between something. It may be hard for you to balance your work life and home life. In friendships and relationships you choose to keep the blindfold on ignoring whats really in front of you, procrastinating to handle your problems just hoping theyll go away on there on. You end up in situations where people are betraying you. With the two sides to gemini its like a secret element to your life. Your no stranger to scandal. I feel for you, this isnt a easy place to have the moon be. You care so much about your relationships with people but yet often have issues with ppl. This couldve stemmed from feeling like you were a target growing up that people always chose to pick with you. Or that you were punished more extremely than others. With this placement you've probably seen or experienced things that really made you question humanity. Dont let those experiences shape the type of person you'll be. You gotta learn to let shit go and not be bitter or have a victim mentality. Be careful not to burn yourself out. Drowning yourself in work to ignore your feelings. You dont always have to do everything on your own... collaborating is just as rewarding i promise. It would be beneficial to learn how to except help, knowing when to back down and not being so critical of yourself.

Cancer: If they dont appreciate everything you do FCK EM. No but fr with moon here you may feel like people overlook the things you do for them. Cancer moons can be way to stubborn and stand in there on way because of the fear of change. Repeating the same lessons way more than they should have to. When your redirect your energy to new experiences and growth your determination and passion unmatched. This is type of person you want to have on your team they bring so much positive energy and comfort.

Leo: Main character syndrome AF lol Unnecessarily rebellious at times growing up you may have felt your parents were controlling on how you expressed your creativity or because of the way you grew up you express your creativity in a rebellious way in relation to your family. Your career could be taboo. I could see a lot of onlyfans stars having moon in leo. Success in career comes more natural for you because of your consistency and ambitious nature. Yall really find pleasure in chasing money. Dont get so carried away with fulfilling your material desires that you dont leave time for introspection and searching for who you really are away from the titles.

Virgo: How does it feel to be kids favorite? A happy home life is important for this placement. Theres an innate need to belong. You love parties, holidays and kids ofc. Hosting parties and having a full house will give you happiness. Where this placement gets stuck is not being able to let go of the past. Getting sucked into the loophole of self pity and regret. Focus your attention on what you can do and what you can change. You work better with other ppl there to bounce ideas off of. Let your gaurd down, Succuss is reached quicker for you when you collaborate. Having this placement is testing your ability to strengthen your willpower and resourcefulness. Once you can do that you'll manifest way easier. Careful not to live beyond your means. Dont let desires put you in debt. Trust your intution, take the first step and take the risk. You go be perfectly fine.

Libra: Your love language is def quality time and acts of service this is very important for this placement to feel loved. Yall thrive in group settings and really value friendships. Even if you dont talk that much it makes you feel better to be around others. If you want to get with a Libra moon the best way is to become their friend first. You may have a tendency to put yourself in drama and create chaos among your inner circle though lil messy ass. Always wanting to be right, when this placement is in its lower natures is a good example of the native american folklore of the hunter that stuck a blood coated blade in ice knowing the wolf couldnt resist. It licked the blade continuously not realizing it was slowing bleeding out. The only way for the wolf to survive is to acknowledge its self destructive behavior. Bottom line just because you can ignore something doesnt mean others are going to do the same. Just becasue it didnt effect you doesnt mean it didnt effect them. Make the effort to listen to understand not listen to respond. Your words matter use them responsibly and take breaks from people or things when you feel you need to, your mental health will thank you.

Scorpio: Transformation happens with this placement alot. Moments of feeling isolated or depressed may be brought on by extreme emotional shifts. Anxiety and fear is no stranger to the scorpio moon. It can be to the point of really debilitating you. You've experienced things you've kept to yourself or have repressed but the issue continues to reappear time after time like a broken record. If it hasnt been dealt with it way on you really heavy and appear in your dreams often. You've felt shame, not understanding how you couldve allowed yourself to be in that predicament in the first place but seriously bro shit happens. It can be hard to maintain emotional balance with moon in scorpio, so its essential to have methods to release your emotions in healthy ways. Careful not to become bitter or victimizing with things dont go the way your controlling ass intends. Vengeance doesnt work well for you it often backfires, you'll try to set somebody house on fire and you burn yourself in the process. You may feel that people often oppose for no reason that you have to go through power struggles to be heard or to get the things you want. You may second guess opening up and are critical of yourself and others but opening yourself up to the world will be one of the best things you can do for your relationships and career. Your maturity and originality is threatening. Express yourself in your full nature and make people adapt to you not the other way around. You have authoritarian energy and if your putting yourself out there which ik you are, yr often mistaken for the boss. That is if your not already the boss. Im sure your that your the boss. Mwahahaha. Your demeanor comes across as serious and strict. Ppl naturally think let me not play with them. Your standards are high for yourself and your partner. You wouldnt be with somebody who doesnt match up to your standard. You need to feel like the person you’re with is equally as respected as you in any room you walk in.

Sagittarius: Im sure you believe you were meant to be famous. Sagittarius moons are very charismatic and great negotiators with a very convincing personality they are great at creating solutions quickly. So ofc that makes its very easy for them to make friends. In relationships they attract and are attracted to more dominate personalities. Loving the idea of love but really being in denial about that. Def gives player vibes they have flirtatious ass whore ways lmao. If you cheating ik you not even finna try hard to hide it. Easily bored they will chase thrills lowkey in a running from your problems type of way. Where sag moons can grow is appreciating the value they bring and not feeling the need to always compare themselves to others. Don't attach your self worth to financial security. Be more secure in what you believe and don't back down so easily when others challenge your ideas.

Capricorn: The moon doesn't like being here. Its emotionally depressing actually lol. I'm sure you've already read enough depressing interpretations on cap moons tho so this one is not going to be that. This one is meant to empower you. Youve experienced alot of chaos anger and pain. You've experienced very intense situations that have completely emotional up rooted you. But the smoke always clears and its important for to spend time away from the people and places that have caused this. Take the steps needed to regroup to be by yourself to develop better understanding of your emotions and learn what it is that truly want from your life. If you are not following your intuition it is easy for you to end up in friendships and relationships that do not mean you well. Your not the type of person who can just hang with anyone you need to very intentional about who you allow into your life. Communicate your feelings stop keeping everything bottled in. That shit will drive yo ass crazy. You dont have to be the strong friend all the time your emotions are valid, open up to ppl and share that shit because you dont share often you open up and talk people listen. Use that power to help others that have been through similar experiences to you. When you succeed in whatever obstacles you overcome ppl cant do anything but respect it bc your road was slow and steady but you stayed with it. When it comes to relationships you are very black and white you'll commit yourself fast but if you feel you cant trust the person you may still deal with them but emotional you shut them out. You like being partnered up rather its a relationship or situtationship you deal with the person for a long time.

Aquarius: I want to give you a hug, you are too analytical for your own good. Baby you need to stop thinking so much and you need to feel, you need to experience, act on impulse, dont give yourself time to think about everything that could go wrong. You sabotage so much of your own happiness that way. But i understand people have disappointed you so many times you feel you must do everything on your own. Its like nobody understands you or that people are committed to misunderstanding you. But news flash your not that expressive with your feelings how is anybody going to know if you dont tell them. Yall are cute though with yall dry ass humor. Listen stop being such a fly on the wall you hold as much value as anyone else stop acting like your presence is a fuckn burden. You dont have be agreeable all the the time they will be O FUCKN K. You are very intelligent and more people need to know that. Believing in yourself and communicating is your lesson. Shine your light and stop playing like fr...

Pisces: Ok we’re gonna get the sad shit out the way first. Just how yall like. I really feel like yr parents just let yall cry it out as a baby and you took that personal lmao. No but fr i feel like you always came across like you can handle things so you weren’t really checked on everyone just assumes you'll be ok. You come across as very strong and resilient which is beautiful but everybody needs a shoulder to lean on. Okay now remember how i said yall took that personally ummhm you can be very vengeful never forgetting he littlest slight somebody done towards you. Yall resort to committing crimes rather easily if you need some money lmao im not mad at it though. Literally rationalizing damn near anything if that means youll get what you want. And another thing yall be lying fr. lol sometimes it really do be on accident though you just forgot what really happened and your imagination is very vivid you thought that was the truth. You can be too hard on yourself sometimes you see very clearly the person you want to be so you put so many time limits and expectations on yourself. Chill out enjoy the journey and flow through life the way you know how to. You have very high standards so anything you invest your energy too is executed properly. I honestly cant even imagine a Pisces moon not running their own business. Im sure you cant either. You naturally have very authoritarian energy. Theres not much push and pull when it comes to you getting your way people go with your flow pretty easily. Naturally you wouldnt assume a pisces to be practical but they actually are. Sure they dream big but if they didnt know how to practically implement that into this realm that would just be depressing as hell. When yall find something that works for you, you are very disciplined at seeing it through. Very protective over those you love yall def give stand up when i walk in the room vibes lol

[sonikkublue]

Been interested with some of the more horror based stuff in this au. And I gotta ask.

Is it canon?

Is Mr. H actually a serial cannibal or he's just like that when he's possessed.

Has Mr H ever harmed tails when he's like....that?

thank u for findin interest in my au and the horror aspect of it! my fav part of it honestly

some of the horror events are canon, some are not. i just like drawing creepy things sometimes with my au, but take note that most of it is!

Mr. H is a serial cannibal on his own terms, Silho has nothing to do w/ that trait. All Silho does is torment and possess Mr. H

no, Mr. H has not harmed Miles and most likely never will. The chances of Miles surviving is 100% becuz BITTER (Silho's possession) only kills when theres no familiarity/personal connection between Mr. H and said person. Sometimes its anger driven (thats when Silho's mainly in control) Sometimes BITTER wont even kill the person and just scare them off away from Mr. H cuz Silho is a small, insecure, non-existent being thats scared of losing attention from the one and only person he finds attraction in, and has been bound too since Mr. H's childhood

here BITTER and Miles interacting (old art from 2024)

[kralierror404]

Okay first, new writing layout bc i got inspired by another writer on here!

Second, Polyhornets mueheheheh.

Their love was like a wave in the beginning, rising and building before slowly lapping at the shore, the joy and bliss you’d feel whenever the afternoon sun would cast beautiful golden light onto your bedroom walls. They all remember it like it was yesterday, when they’d wake up squished together into a double bed that seemed too small and too hot, Brian wakes first with blurry eyes surveying the surrounding he has long gotten used to by now.

Jay’s got his head still soundly on the pillow, Alex’s chin hooked over his shoulder while Brian holds around his waist and then behind him is Tim curled against his back. Its a nice feeling and sight to wake up to, although its a shame he’s gotta get up because in turn it always disturbs his partners too, really he has hasn’t determined if thats a good thing or not. Carefully, he detaches himself from Alex and sorta shimmy’s out of Tim’s space, for once he thinks maybe they’ll stay asleep..

Only to be stopped in the bedroom doorway by a rough morning voice asking wheres off to, he turns and even in the dark he knows Alex is leaning up and squinting without his glasses, he probably was jostled by the movement along with the sudden lack of warmth pressed to him.

“8am class baby, go back to sleep.” Brian smiled

“Nah m’hungry anyway.” Alex says, immediately reaching over Jays sleeping form to grab his glasses off the nighstand, slapping his hand around on the wood until his fingers reach them just enough so he can pull them up. The sound paired with the movement wakes Tim up, Alex says good morning to him but he only receives a grunt in reply, Brians already in the kitchen by now making tea for himself whilst he waits for toast to pop up hopefully not charred.

Jay is who sleeps the deepest so he’s yawing and rubbing his eyes when he joins everyone else in the kitchen, pulling a chair up to sit in where shortly after a mug of coffee is placed in front of him.

They have breakfast in peace, exchange weird dreams and a few laughs, kisses on foreheads too. Tim has a headache so he’s already taken two pain relief, he doesn’t talk as much as he wants to just to avoid being irritated this early at the people who dont deserve it.

By 7:20 Brian is getting dressed - stealing someones shirt thats maybe a tad smaller than the size he needs but its fine, slipping on some basic blue jeans to go with it and his beloved trainers. Then when he’s brushing his teeth he can hear dishes being washed from the kitchen, small conversations now more than just sleepy whispers. When he has to leave, he holds each of his boyfriends faces in his palm to kiss them goodbye.

He tastes Jays bitter coffee and the cigarette Tim’s lit- he misses it them second he goes.

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Theres the days they’d all be together on the university campus, sitting close together, limbs touching in some way whether thats leaning on eachother or locking pinkies, it was enough for them. It was enough to all do their own things in one another presence.

When did it stop being enough?

It started with Alex. He became irritable, angry over small things, and he lost his passion for his film. He and Tim began arguing more, they wouldn’t talk to eachother for days sometimes because they’re both too stubborn to say sorry from the get to go and realise they’re probably both in the wrong, Brian could only smooth those over every once in a while and Jay was just losing his patience with the two of them, so he started distancing unintentionally. In their own ways they were all trying to avoid one another.

Then Alex dropped the film and he dropped them, saying that he just doesn’t feel that spark anymore between them, there hasn’t been for a while and there was no use trying to keep it alight, plus he’s found interest in someone else. It hurt to hear that he was moving away, that he didn’t have feelings for them anymore, that they were being replaced (or atleast its how it felt). In reality Alex was just going through the operators effects which is what made him angry, made him need to get away from this stupid town, maybe that’ll help.

Brian, also being effected, was just exhausted and confused as he questioned why Alex was doing these things, he was angry too, didn’t try to stop him from going. If he wasn’t happy then..he wasn’t happy. Jay was heartbroken, cooped up in his room for days on end, missing classes while he was hurting - he was angry alongside Tim too, he didn’t know when it’d get better, the last time he saw Alex was when he picked up the tapes from him.

Tim could barely remember a thing, it’s unfortunate and really upsetting for him that hes lost huge chunks of time and memory, then it all would come rushing back to hurt him.

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Nowadays, they miss eachother deep down, mjss eachother so much it physically hurts. Alex lays awake in his bed, wishing there were the warmth of even just 1 other person and sometimes he falls asleep imagining there is, cycling between the partners he’s had: Jay, Brian, Tim, Amy. Anyone who can bring him comfort despite what hes done.

Brian isn’t even exactly a person anymore but he knows he’s missing multiple parts of himself, his eye, his memory and the people who filled the void now in his chest. Perhaps they all hate him now but he still cares, in fact hes trying to stop all this shit with Masky, its not Tim but it’s something right?

Jay had reunited with Alex, “helping him find Amy” before realising something was up and very wrong, he thought maybe this could be the beginning of something again but Alex wasn’t any better, still angry, still dealing with his own things so much so that he doesn’t have time for Jays past feelings. Then Jay stalked him for a while before eventually almost losing his life, after that he wanted to stay as far away as possible from him in fear.

Tim is getting better little by little, attending doctors appointments, getting his meds when he needs them. Only issue being when he isn’t himself..Masky keeps things from him, important memories that would explain to him why he had a broken leg one time or why he wakes up with blood in his hair. Jay approached him one day, saying he was trying to finish Alex’s film, god knows why when it was such a shit show.

That wasn’t all he wanted though, he was doing some weird shit right? so Tim had googled ‘Marble Hornets’. Jay was lying to him. One of the men he was closest to before, lied to him.

They all hurt eachother. Nothing will ever be the same.