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[calware]

personal headcanon time 😦 iiii recognize that andrew hussie probably did not sit down and say "im going to write all of these characters as aromantic" but i like to interpret them in that way based on things they say and do in the text as well as their roles within the narrative. obligatory disclaimer Sorry if i'm misinterpreting the text i hope this all makes sense

john: aromantic, does not want to be in a romantic relationship. the type to date someone for 1 week in high school if someone asks them out

jake: somewhere on the aro spectrum, perpetually on-and-off-and-on-again with dirk with random flings in between. wants to be in a relationship with dirk (until she doesn't) but doesn't feel as strongly as dirk does. it's complicated (obligatory "i think that the line about wanting to be alone forever is born more out of self loathing and instinct to isolate rather than genuine lack of desire to be in a relationship" this reading is based on other things)

aradia: aromantic, does not want to be in a romantic relationship unless it's in a "i want to play pretend with a random person for two months for fun" kind of way (not what was going on with sollux when they were 8), chooses to genuinely spend a significant portion of her life with certain people she's close to

karkat: aromantic. cannot distinguish platonic affection for friends from romantic attraction. gets stuck in situationship purgatory. pulling his hair out wondering when he's going to start feeling the same way people do in love songs

"but calware" said nobody "don't you like [insert ship with one of these characters i've reblogged art for in the past]?" to answer your question a) i like allo interpretations too from time to time if i see good arajade art on my dash i will reblog it 👍 b) i feel like i have an unconventional approach to "shipping" where to me all it means is that i enjoy exploring the dynamic of two characters in a relationship (not every kind of relationship obviously), romantic or otherwise, functional or otherwise, etc. i "ship" dirkjake even though i think they would break up 50 times. i "ship" davekat even though i dont think karkat would fall in love etc

[victimized-martyr]

Did you ever mention how you got into kyman? Personally speaking, I got into it (again) around 2020 when I rewatched sp, and I basically fell down the rabbit hole. I’ve been into it on and off since then.

I probably did somewhere, but I'll say it again!

I wanted to see what SP was all about so I decided to just watch the most recent episode/special at the time-- post covid. But I realized, it was a story that wasn't forgiving for newcomers, and I had NO idea who was who. I have vivid memories of being weirded out by the redhead guy being upset about the rabbi dude's wife and kids. Then when he said "did you know that he once snuck into my room and gave me fucking aids?!" I GASPED bc one, it was super out of nowhere, super crude, and two, I falsely assumed like, OHHHHH they're gay exes... that explains this weird behavior. I'm sorry what else was my dumb ass supposed to assume! And I watched the rest of the special viewing them in that context hgkd But when I started to properly watch the show from the beginning/ hop between episodes, I felt embarrassed for myself, I was like HOW on earth could I have made that false assumption. I was actually grossed out by the thought of kyman at the start! I knew that Cartman was obsessed with Kyle, and that they did care for each other as friends, but I couldn't fathom Cartman's obsession being anything genuine or Kyle reciprocating. I even made a post abt it on my main as I was watching the show, it might still be in there somewhere lol. I was happy just watching the show as is and I was like, dang! This might be the first thing I get into without shipping anyone! Then, my buddy @shpadoinkle-day texted me what was practically the kyman manifesto and urged me to "wait till seasons 20/21, it'll change everything"

at the same time, an irl buddy watched THAT moment in Manbearpig w/ me for the first time and went "that's... kinda fruity" and I was also like?? yeah?? damn... Then I saw seasons 20/21 and it opened up my eyes. I think it was the only seasons I was so enthralled with to completely binge in one night ghfksd and I. was. floored. Kyle crying over cartman? during a montage of couples breaking up? Kyle being speechless when he saw cartman get a gf? Kyle questioning if he liked heidi, Kyle's stupid ass "we're all going out with Cartman right now", how he inserted himself in the relationship so hard, yet when taking heidi from cartman, talks as if he wasn't doing it for Heidi. His frustration at Heiman was at the very top in list of justification at bombing a country (yes, Kyle says he's upset a girl he liked turned into cartman... but there's layers in that statement, esp. compared to kyle's actions). Kyle memorizing the day they got together, confronting Heidi and asking how Cartman is doing as a boyfriend, what specifically she finds about him that's redeemable (and we all know how Kyle is about finding the good in people), batshit insane things a normal person (like stan) wouldn't ask his friend's girlfriend. And then of course, Kyle dropping all that effort when they break up. Insanity. I realized the obsession was mutual, and rewatching the show in that context completely rerouted my watching experience with the show. It kinda made it funnier for me too lolol. I started picking up on all the evidence I saw shippers point at, and I got what they meant fr. Kyle and Cartman are assholes and poke at each other's insecurities, have hurt each other, yet will not let the other die, Kyle is usually the first one to call for cartman if something happens to him, he saves him when he doesn't deserve it, and Cartman, as stated by Stan, cannot live without him. And it's subtly shown he wouldn't keep kyle just to rag on, bc if that were the case, he would not hesitate to hold it over Kyle's head. Their feelings for each other are very complex, and--if you really pay attention to the show--mutual.

[vergeltvng]

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[vyrxz]

Heyy I just started Dragon Raja a few months ago and I lovved it 😫💗 !! And because I’m a bisexual simp I was wondering if you can do a headcanon for the couple nono and ceaser where they are in a poly relationship w/ g/n reader like imagine being hot w/ your hot fiancée and fiancé’s 😩😩💖. Y’all doin a amazing job keEp GoiNg u can do this 😚💗💗

HELP I DIDN'T NOTICE THISSS :((

im an unmotivated author, BUT YEAHH HEADCANONS BABYYYYYY

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suggestive themes up ahead, but no smut yall, never im a child of christ!! (totally)

this is probably some scenarios rather than hc, sorry yall

let's pray first yall, sa ngalan ng ama, ng anak, ng espiritu santo amen.

since nono is like a bit harsh most of the time, and probably is busy with being a senior stuff and having no time to look in relationships, she probably agreed on having reader in the relationship (caeser's literally horny most of the time when it includes relationship)

caeser intitiating the request

"nono, i know your my fiancée, but you have to take in consideration in what i am about to say."

nono sighs knowing she had no choice but to listen to her fiancée's blabbering. she initiated a sign for him to elaborate.

"so, remember that new s-rank?"

"the one with luminous at that time they called off the alarm for a 'dragon'?"

"yeah, have you ever looked at them and think what if th-"

nono already seen this coming.

"-ey're so cute that they're in a relationship with us"

. . .

both caeser and nono convincing [reader] to be in a poly relationship

caeser

he's probably the type to send letters with chocolates and roses CAUSE HES A PUS-

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"ehhhh???!?!?"

[reader] turned to finger once again flabbergasted.

"finger. you CANNOT believe what happened again. caeser sent one of his letters again-"

and with that finger took the chocolate and ate it,

"just say yes broski, if he's doing it, nono agrees."

[reader] looked at him baffled.

"i digress!-"

. . . a week later

nono

she's face to face when convincing you to join them probably cause she may have badussy, but she aint a puss-

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"you are my junior, yet i find myself to fancy you too. will you accept this token from me and caeser to be in our relationship?"

"wh- hah.. hahaha... i- i'll think.."

[reader] accepts the token, and runs away straight to finger. leaving a confused nono but a bit cocky because she wasn't a pussy, she talked to [reader] not send letters.

"i told you didn't i??????"

"yeah yeah, fuck you. here's your 20,000 gold. you win the bet!"

🎺knee momints with caeser salad

BRO. this man looks fucking dominant, but i swear to god. he's probably sub, or a switch HELPPPPP.

agree or disagree 🤨

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caeser comes in the dorm without knocking looking helpless. (like lustfilled helpless.)

"wh- hey! i told you i didn't want you going in again without knocking on th-"

[reader] gets cut off by a rough kiss. caeser never ever has looked so helpless. he missed the warmth of his other fiancée. moreover now his other fiancée was busy.

"mm-" [reader] raised a brow, they couldn't help it. caeser letting out a whimper? a submissive noise? THE caeser himself??

after a while, [reader] breaks off the kiss. but ever so gently caressed caeser's face before standing up from their chair and kissing anywhere, but not on his lips.

caeser was getting a little impatient, but also enjoying it. he would let out whimpers from time to time.

as much as they both liked it, [reader] stopped.

"[r-reader]..?-"

before caeser could finish, [reader] pinned him to the wall close to their closet and motioned to keep silent.

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BROOO HE'S JUSTTTTT

UGHHHHH

🎺knee momints with no-no, i disagree

BRO. SHE'S DOMINANT. SHE IS. YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND. NEVERRRR

(same case scenario)

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*insert loud bang of a door*

"[reader]. why weren't you answering our- my calls and texts?"

[reader]'s head swiftly turned their head and body towards nono as they stand up.

"nono.. i've told you both i'm albeit busy in the moment and i sti-"

"that still doesn't change the fact you haven't seen our texts."

they were trying to think of what to say next, i mean who could blame the literal errand side character workaholic?

when they were about to open up for a response, they were met by an aggressive yet passionate kiss.

nono's hands roamed around [reader]'s body.

she pulled apart, "now, let's teach you a lesson, shall i?"

🎺knee momints with the both of them

okokok. but. NONO AND CAESER BEING NOT ASHAMED IF THEIR BEHAVIOUR IN PUBLIC. bro, caeser character development. he aint no pussy no more YEAHHHHHH

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originally, nono and caeser were invited to attend a party, they didn't have a chouce but they both knew they wouldn't go without their beloved other fiancée.

after a shit-ton of time convincing [reader] to come with them, they finally agreed.

"are you both sure??.."

"yes, it's not like they didn't allow any other guests to follow in."

the three of them went inside and found a place to sit. gosh, both of them couldn't even put to words how their fiancée looked like.

after some while they were served drinks. [reader] was in the middle, caeser on the left and nono on the right.

nono was easily intoxicated by the drink, she swore that she had a high tolerance with alcohol but it seemed off.

next was caeser. then by that, [reader] felt a bit woozy. later on, they suspect it may be aphrodisiac since it was mostly couples and fiancées there.

yikes, nono and caeser's actions were the ones to prove it was.

"w-woahhhhh.. nono.. caeser.."

[reader] was a bit overwhelmed since they were out, it was because nono grabbed onto [reader]'s waist and caeser?

he was whispering sweet nothings to their ear meanwhile also nibbling onto it. gosh, they swore they felt caeser going down.

"[reader].. we both have.. been waiting for this.."

nono said while slurring some of the words.

"please... let me and nono.. be.. be within in.. you."

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HHH&HHHHHHH BRO FINALLYYYY

[fakeosirian]

☕️ sinner arc?

O H B O Y

full disclosure i still have not done my note-taking s3 rewatch so i'm liable to misremember (or just not remember) things but i thiiiink i'm confident enough in this opinion to post. it's not supposed to be "discoursey" tho i'm focusing on my crits of this arc more than the compliments because that's what i've done more thinking about. thank you for enabling this and also i'm sorry because you've unleashed the beast <3

thesis statement: the sinner arc, as it is, is both totally natural and consistent with the narrative up to that point and also a HUGE break from the rest of the show tone-wise, craft-wise, and tbh emotionally to the point that i think that it was kiiiiiiiind of a mistake. or at least it's hindered by being the final arc of the show (not counting TOR). some of my sour grapes are just personal bias against certain kinds of "whittling down the cast" plots, but after thinking it over for a While, tbh it bothers me moreso because the things i would change are very simple and would make a world of difference craft-wise without really changing any of the major plot beats or undermining the good parts. (and thus it's disappointing to me that that's not what we got when i feel like the creative team already avoided those exact issues in earlier parts of the show...)

so ok. getting this out of the way: i may come off harsh on this arc because i find it very stressful to watch for personal reasons LMAO so i'll hand this to it: it's very good at getting the desired emotions out of me (extreme discomfort/despair), so if that's the only metric you're using to judge quality, there you go: it's good.

unfortunately it also makes me sad about the state of the characters in a way that...you could interpret as success? but this is the bit that, even accounting for my bias, i think is Not Good. let me explain:

s1 and s2 do an excellent job of manipulating implied perspective of scenes to put characters you're primed to dislike in slow-burn situations that at first exacerbate their flaws and then give them a shot at, not necessarily "redemption," but...imperfect mutual understanding. examples: victor perceived as literally murderous is revealed to be a victim (and later perpetrator) of a generational cycle of abuse; joy, as a victim of that cycle of abuse, lashes out and victimizes others; patricia, eddie, and jerome have more moments from their povs, so it's not quite as dramatic, but they experience a similar character arc as well.

on the flip side, you also get characters whose povs you get as your "main lens" (that can trick you into thinking youre viewing an objective pov) that have biases that become apparent as they interact with those "villainized" characters and react in ways inconsistent with the tone of the scene (thinking of nina and mara here primarily, but fabian also is a good example of this). that's how you get nina flipping out at the friends that SHE CURSED to the point that finally, FINALLY, she acknowledges that she's gone too far. (i should do a writeup on the curse arc and her behavior leading up to it because i think it's a fascinating commentary on the nature of being an "audience insert" that sort of gained sentience over time lol.) mara is self-explanatory here because she cannot help herself from cooking up the WORST possible response to a mundane relationship problem, and yet the tone of the scenes from her pov ends up being extremely sympathetic to her feelings (the way it's shot, edited, the music cues, etc.) in a way that fosters a really neat type of dissonance between text and subtext that doesn't signpost/announce itself until it's already Very There.

when these two different methods for handling character clash, as an audience, you're simultaneously told how to feel (those tonal cues i was talking about) but also left enough clues to change your mind (which i think the generally pro-joy tone of the discourse on this website is proof that people will do and is an intended potential experience of the show tbh). the moral/emotional result of that is a really neat commentary on subjectivity, how complicated reconciliation is, and how the only people too far gone to improve themselves are those who simply don't want to. the scene at the end of s2 with nina giving victor the tear makes me so emotional because it's an olive branch, an acknowledgment of the complicated nature of the situation and that victor has been a horrible person and made horrible choices in the past, but he does not have to keep doing that, and he does make the right choice when push comes to shove. same thing with joy in the senet arc (and i love that fabian is simultaneously the pov character and honestly the antagonist because of his inability to manage his emotions until the end), and honestly, same thing with patricia in early s1 re: her paranoia surrounding nina.

so what does this have to do with the sinners? well, they pretty much fly in the face of that entire writing philosophy on a fundamental, functional level, by design. considering "that philosophy" is just...earnest emotionally satisfying character writing in a story primarily driven by its characters and how they interact with one another over time...that's not great!

the leadup to a sinner capture is great. the afterwards is my issue. you take these characters who are in a narrative about not letting your flaws define you forever and you erase and overwrite their personality to be their singular greatest flaw, and then you reverse that and snatch away their memories to add insult to injury. that's not character regression (which is a completely legit avenue and is why the sinner captures are great in theory) -- it's anti-development, anti-human. it's certainly made worse by the fact that it's the show's final arc and thus the ex-sinners don't get a chance to process their experience on screen (needing that closure for myself is why i'm writing flat on your face lol), but even if it was addressed in the show in the best manner possible, it'd still feel cheap to me because it's agency-stripping and deeply cynical by design.

the thing is, this is deeply fixable. there's no singular way, but one i'm particularly interested in experimenting with is having the "sinner" be a sort of alter-ego that takes over in certain circumstances, subverting the conscious mind and leaving behind memory gaps and inconsistencies that lead the sinners to doubt themselves just as much as the other characters. it'd heighten the themes of misplaced trust that s3 is doing a lot of work with, and it would give the sinners a chance to still be their characters, have agency, continue to develop, and idk imagining a scenario where patricia or fabian is desperately begging someone to NOT trust them sounds fucking delicious to me. also other thing: it'd also fix something that's not really a "mistake" but just makes me sad, which is the fact that once a sinner is taken...that's pretty much it for their character as you know them for the rest of the show. like yeah, they're still there, but man, when the show was airing and fabian got taken, i straight up felt like he died, lol.

there's another issue that that proposed solution would sort of solve? but tbh is just another consequence of this type of plotline, which is: zero-sum game character development, or characters getting their quality/development sacrificed for the development of other characters. i do not like that patricia, easily one of the most complex and interesting characters on the show who goes back and forth between evolving and devolving as a person regularly in a way that feels sympathetic and consistent with her previous behavior and environment, has that progress torched and flattened for the sake of eddie's development. it's not necessarily poorly conceived or structured or illegitimate, but it's hella depressing for me to watch, personally. if it felt like she had more agency as a sinner (ie. the way sinners function being changed fundamentally), i wouldn't mind as much/it wouldn't feel like as much of a zero-sum sacrifice, but as it stands, her sinner capture and subsequent existence is completely centered on making eddie maximum miserable enough to move the plot forward. that's where i feel like i need to rewatch because that's certainly an uncharitable read, so that take is accompanied with a metric ton of salt!

that brings me to my other semi-gripe (less significant than the above but worth talking about): who specifically gets taken.

victor getting taken at all, but especially first, kinda rubs me the wrong way because following s2 where he was getting taken for a ride just as much as the kids were (if not more), its sad to see him flattened back into the caricature he was through the kids' pov in early-mid s1, except this time he's actually just like that. i do feel like taking victor is natural, though, so i'm not totally against him being a sinner/he's a character that i think can survive being made this sort of pseudo-"irredeemable" without being retroactively ruined because he's always been a tragic character. sweet, though should not have been taken, full stop, and i legit hate that as a writing choice.

when it comes to the kids, i understand the thinking behind taking old guard sibuna and it does appeal to me to have old vs new happening within the greater landscape of s3 and the show as a whole, but i think it's missing the trees for the forest a bit. it's too focused on the subtextual positioning rather than the material reality of what patricia, fabian, and alfie are feeling and doing as individuals -- not so much re: patricia and fabian (they were cruising for a bruising), but alfie. like idk alfie isn't always a saint but mara was right there. (jerome was right there. joy was right there. i dont necessarily think either of them would have made good sinners -- frankly they might have made me angrier actually and mara is PERFECT PERFECT IDEAL -- but they make more sense than alfie to me.)

re: fabian, his capture is easily the best scene of all the captures, despite the fact that it makes me physically ill (honestly because it makes me physically ill lol), and that's because it's founded in previous behavior (senet arc is basically the blueprint for the sinner arc in many, many ways) and exceptionally tragic to see as a result because you like him, but he's been off the rails lately. the thing is, i love him being messy, but i hate the permanence of the consequences, like all you need to do is have one (frankly deeply semantic) slipup of character, and boom, you're evil forever unless your bestie can clean up your mess. it's good writing, but the message it sends is nasty, which like i feel like i've probably said a million times in this post, is sort of the whole deal with the sinners.

tl;dr: the sinner arc is powerful emotionally, and i enjoy picking apart the effects it would have on the characters in fanfic (so i'm not full on pro-revisionism lol), but it's just too cynical for me to vibe with and enjoy watching. i love the rest of the show for how earnest and unwavering it is in its belief in people, so seeing it take that turn for the intensely cynical gut punch right at the end -- even if everything works out in the end -- will always be somewhat off-putting to me. i feel like there's more i want to say to further explain that, but i've already spun my wheels enough here, so i'll save it for a follow-up once i've finally cracked and done that deep-dive rewatch, lol.

tysm for asking!! <3

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No. 22, 35, 53, & 55

Sorry if that's too many at a time. I just love seeing what direction people’s minds go when they write and how often they step out of their comfort zone.

Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

I will never ever EVER write in second person aka self-insert, character x reader. For me it breaks my immersion in a text. Its a pov that really hard to get right. First person also very hard to get right, I only read first person when its a professional author like The Great Gatsby; The Handmaid’s Tale, The Kite Runner or Dumplin by' Julie Murphy.

Magical healing Cock: as an asexual practically offensive and dangerous; its a step along the path and "justification" for corrective rape against the community. Its very preastive in the public consincsuness. I know it may seem that I did this trope in Morning Light, Charles did a lot of things to help heal both Erik and Pietro; Yes Charles is sexual with Erik, but its not the only thing and isn't a cure all.

Zombies: I do not like the sub-genre, I cannot understand FUCKING WHY The Walking Dead of all things become such a cultural phenomenon; just speaking about The Walking Dead plus Game of Thrones shifted the TV landscape into a darker almost grimdark direction. Personally I don't like grimdark, hopeless shows. I don't mind darkness, not every fucking show needs to be.

What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain? 

There are many acceptations to the rules and depending on what type of villain ranging anywhere from your Disney villains, evil empires, magnificent bastards, and rivals. But anyway, I keep in mind what the villain's motives and worldviews are. I'm not saying you have to agree with the baddie, but don't strawman.

This is something that I learned from Trek, particularly bad Trek message episodes *COUGH* TNG's The Neutral Zone *COUGH* ST: Insurrection. Sorry...must have got a frog in my throat.

The motives and worldview shapes their actions/goals and the audience should understand Why they are doing something and should be able to follow their train of thought when they decide to something different.

How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

My creativity comes and goes and spikes; its effected by mood and weather; so it make my writing uneven. Like I actually have to feel up to writing. Sometimes I have long dry spells.

But would say I'm more like 70/30; I read a shit ton and write every so often. It doesn't mean I'm not thinking about writing, but sometimes I have to go like this:

Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

I really enjoy writing for young adult! Erik and kid! Pietro, they have such a lovely dynamic. I do have to admit that I'm still not used to writing teenage/young adult Peter, I don't feel like I capture enough of the pop culture and Pink Floyd references; I do feel like I write him out of character sometimes.

However, with my novel writing of My Son Comes Back To Me, I was genuinely shocked of how Sabah Nur was received as a villain, some of my readers don't consider to be a villain. I do enjoy writing his character as I have ton of freedom with it and its very interesting writing an immortal character; his cultural references are different; how he views the world; an older sense of honor; I took refence from B5's Lorien; Leto from Dune. He's a very different character to write to convey just how old he is like I actively look and search archaic words that have fallen out of the lexicon, even try to find older writing because their sentence structure and the cadence Sabah Nur speaks with. Sorry if I can't stop talking about him.

[aspiringtrashpanda]

(CONTINUED maybe we're back on track if I didn't mess up my text splitting pls don't eat a part tumblr, I THINK there's 5 if I counted right??? im so sorry OP you're an angel for putting up with me and I'm starting to think I didn't give you an adequate enough heads-up) This fic is my baby, it has grown up with me, I’m literally sending Leaf to College at one point to project that life on 🤣 hey Blue Oak did it, so can she. (but Highschool first, can’t convince me anyone with the education of a 4th grader (or 8th grader tech, Ash is 10, she's 14 Let's Go-style where he was born during "protagonist years") will be allowed to be a Champ who wants in on how to run a region and detective work) schooling is a bit different in Pokeverse, you take Uni classes for fun, don’t need two years of an AA or AS Degree. Pokémon Toxicology, BioDiversity and Medicine re: using their natural abilities VS Organic Chemistry ANY DAY + Law Student-like internships at the League to learn Champ duties + fun bonus of Lance doing extra and involving his League with the Interpol.) "Where do you think you're going?" "Out." "Without doing the paperwork?" "You can give it to the intern!" "You are the intern." “I cannot believe this betrayal. This slight against me will not be forgotten.” “You mean just like how you didn’t forget the League duties you insisted on being allowed to do?” eyebrow raise “…well.” Lance is not exempt from bullying.

"You're the one wearing a bib!" "A what?! It's a cape!" "And it's on the wrong side!" "It's a cape! And it's elegant!" "It's tacky is what it is!" You're likely to find her complimenting Leon's cape just because of how offended Lance gets. Choosing a cape is a science. But nobody wants to hear a one-hour monologue on Cape Studies. Payback uwu. He's actually the reason she ends up having to finish Highschool. He's not giving an obviously emotionally tired 14 y/o Boring Adult Work even if she's eager to do it because SOMEONE needs to fix the atrocious state of the Kanto Region. (Lance was overworked, he's trying, but Indigo Season...what is wrong with all these citizens. It's ok, once she's ready they can split uuuh, the work between Kanto, Johto, The Orange Islands, and the Sevii Islands + G-Men Investigations so Lance doesn't have a heart-attack at his desk. But seriously, who gave him this much work anyways??? Not to mention running the League, the Gym Budgets, restocking Badges, employee paychecks, monitoring trainers during League Season, and the influx of tourists and establishing Pokemon Contests in KanJoh, etc.) So it's off to learn The Magic of Friendship with Ash and friends and falling victim to their puppy-dog eyes. (Occasional meet-ups during Kanto turn into full Joh-Hoenn adventures, and Sinnoh encounter when investigating with Looker about Team Galactic as Lance I presume is off training in Galar, he needs a break too.) So for Johto (*insert horrified look at the GS Ball because that's what you use to capture Celebi, she would know~ "well heck, guess I have to steal that when no one's looking.") And everyone going, "You know Leaf, I was a bit worried when we heard about The Incident but you're still you :)" Cue Leaf "oh...*laughs nervously.*" (That moment when you disappear off the face of the earth after The Incident, and re-appear to win the Indigo League and Clean House and don't know how to tell people you kind of regained memories of your past life and had an existential crisis. They're a bit come and go/the ones getting triggered upon meeting Steven in the Granite Cave episode was fun lol (not) *Gets to Ecruteak, sees Morty, books it the other way because she remembers his warnings to not chase after Celebi from The Other Timeline/Gameverse and does not need him seeing the many ghosts of her dead Pokemon clinging to her if they are.*

BLUE OAK DID IT, SO CAN SHE! This is gonna be my new motto for everything, whether it's relevant or not lmao. These Lance interactions are everything to me. I LOVE found family League shenanigans. So precious I want to cry. Okay I want to read this fic so badly. It sounds so heartwrenching and fascinating and I can tell you've put SO MUCH thought into it. Gimme. *Grabby hands motion* (actually though, i am happy to beta read if you ever consider posting!)

[smutnug]

Day 6: Fighting together

It was hard to say when he first noticed her: a scout among hundreds of scouts, and she kept her head down. As they made their tortuous way to Adamant the camps eddied and scattered according to the landscape. 

Faces around the mess tent changed night by night, but after a time she sank into Krem's consciousness. Dark eyes, dark hair, a build so slight as to be almost elvish. She smiled when it was polite, kept her head down. Didn't seem to want to be noticed. 

He couldn't help it; he noticed her. 

And now he found himself looking for her, when all his attention should be on the battle. Inquisition trebuchets shattered the walls of Adamant, and out trickled demons like ants from a broken nest. 

The chief will hate this. The Iron Bull was fighting within the walls, closer to the Inquisitor. Krem could only hope the lot of them were keeping each other safe. 

The Chargers were a cohesive unit, but they'd never faced this exactly: rage, despair, desire, pride all at once. At least this time they had forces fighting at their side. 

And what forces! Cullen's troops were a well oiled machine, each unit sure in its purpose and every man and woman giving their all. The scouts were as adept in combat as in their more mundane field operations; Krem lost count of the times he saw a life saved by a timely arrow or the flash of daggers. 

Until his people and a pocket of soldiers had a despair demon cornered against a collapsed wall. The blighted thing kept dancing out of reach of their weapons and the rubble was unsteady enough to make leaping after it a folly. 

He couldn't say which was worse, the shards of ice it threw out, or the choking miasma of hopelessness that followed in its wake. They were wearing it down, but not quickly enough. He saw one green soldier nearly put down his sword, only steeling himself at the last minute. 

Then there she was, tiny and fierce in her ichor-spattered scout jacket. Spinning her staff - her staff? - once, and slamming it on the ground. The thing caught fire all at once, its tattered robes going up like dry tinder. It screeched and swerved about even as the loose grey skin melted from its face. She was perfectly still, jaw set until it was nothing but ashes on the dry desert air. 

Then she caught his eye, ducking her head as she tucked a lock of black hair behind her ear. 

Well look at you, Krem-de-la-Krem, he could almost hear the chief say. Sweet on a mage. 

"You saved our arses," he croaked, feeling oddly self-conscious. Around them the fighters took advantage of the sudden lull in battle, stretching wearied limbs and shaking off the remnants of despair. "Thanks."

"You would have killed it." Her voice had an Orlesian lilt. "It was weakened."

"Saved us some time, then," he said with a grin. "I'm Krem."

"I know," she said, glancing away. "I've seen you around."

Had he been so obviously staring, those nights in camp? 

"At the Herald's Rest," she clarified. 

"No." She raised an eyebrow, and he stammered, "I would have noticed. I mean…I have a good memory for faces." I'd remember yours, at least. 

"I mostly sit upstairs. It's quieter away from the music."

"You don't like the music?" 

"Well enough," she answered with a shrug. "Less than some." Krem found himself lost for words, and with a smile she extended a small palm. "Caroline. Call me Caro."

"Krem," he said, grasping her hand. 

"Yes," she said softly. "I know."

There was a screech from overhead; as chilling as the cry of despair but amplified, a million knives drawn across slate. 

Their eyes met, panicked. 

"Were you in Haven?" he asked. 

"Yes."

"The Wardens have lain down arms! Defences are down!" Shouted word came along the line. "Target the demons!" 

"What in the bloody Void did they think we were doing?" Krem muttered. "Chargers! To the fortress!" He looked down: somehow, he still had her hand. "Stick with us? You seem a good person to have around."

Her smile may be sweet, but her grin was perfection. "Très bien, Krem," she said, stepping to his side. Her head was barely higher than his shoulder. "I had planned on going that way anyway. Let's fight together."

[make-me-imagine]

Not Just Friends

Plot: You and Eddie are close friends, and have been for years. But, recently, Eddie seems to be becoming more distant, and you don't know why. After a close call with some creeps on the street, when Eddie comes to your rescue, you finally get the chance to ask him whats going on.

Pairing: Amy x Eddie Brock; She/her pronouns

Notes: This is a personalized fic for @apocalypseornaw for winning the first place prize in a recent Writing Challenge I held. It is not a Reader Insert, but a insert for 'Amy'.

Warnings: Creepy guys being creepy and making suggestive comments, also following the 'reader'. Brief mentions of violence.

Words: 2k

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You frowned as you read over Eddie's text again

'Sorry Amy, I can't make it tonight I'm busy with a job. Rain check?'

This was the third week in a row that Eddie couldn't make it to your weekly night out together. It had been your weekly tradition every since you met. Meet up at your favorite meet-up spot, talked, play pool, darts or cards. Sometimes you even stopped at an arcade on your way back to your house. It was your way of staying close, and letting off steam.

Staring at the text, you tapped reply.

'This is the third week in a row you've been working without taking a break. Are you sure everything is alright?'

After a few moments, a reply popped up on our screen. 'Everything is fine, I promise!'

You didn't believe him. He never did this, and he always told you about his jobs, but this one he seems to be keeping a secret. You felt a tightness in your gut.

'Alright. Well, if you change you mind, I'm gonna go to our spot anyways.'

You waited a moment for a reply. But when none came, you let out a soft sigh and set your phone down. You didn't understand what was happening. Eddie was seeming to disappear more often. You rarely saw him anymore. He'd barely reply to your texts. It was odd, and it hurt your feelings.

And no matter how much you tried to figure out what was going on, he was constantly evading the question. If only you could see Venom, talk to him for a moment, you knew he would tell you. But you think Eddie knew this too, hence why he was avoiding seeing you in person.

As you got dressed to go out, you checked your phone every few minutes to see if he replied. Every time you saw he hadn't you felt a little worse.

Eddie was your closest friend, and you had to admit, you sometimes caught yourself hoping he was more than that. But now, you really began to doubt whether that would ever happen.

- - - - - - -

Eddie let out a frustrated sigh as he tossed his phone onto his bed. He hated ignoring you, he hated not seeing you.

"Why are you doing this Eddie!?" Venom's voice rang out.

"You know why!" Eddie excused.

"Because you are a wimp who cannot admit his feelings?"

Eddie opened his mouth to defend himself, but paused. Letting out a sigh he nodded his head. "Yeah, actually."

"Then I will do it for you!"

"What? No!"

"Why not! At least one of us has the balls to do it!"

"Dude, shut up! Have you not thought about what might happen if Y/n doesn't feel the same? Our friendship would be over, then we would never see her again!"

"I could see her..."

"What?"

"I could go see her, it's you she would avoid."

"What makes you think she'd want to see you?"

"She would!"

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that."

"You are hurting her Eddie."

"You don't think I know that?!"

"Then go see her! Tell her! What if she does feel the same?"

Eddie stopped and thought about it for a moment.

"At least you would know." Venom spoke with an uncharacteristically gentle tone.

"Alright, if, and I mean if, I go see her, you cannot do or say anything. You have to let me do it."

"Fine."

"Promise."

Venom growled a bit. "Fine. I promise."

"Alright." Eddie paced around his apartment for a moment.

"Eddie?"

"What?"

"You are going to be late."

Looking over at the clock Eddie felt his heart jolt. "Shit!" Running to put on his shoes, he tripped over his own feet, but quickly rushed his way out of his apartment.

- - - - - - -

Looking out o the window, you sighed as you paid your bill and rose to leave. You stayed a little longer than normal, hoping that Eddie would show up, but of course he didn't.

Walking outside, you let out a soft shiver as the cold wind hit you. Looking up, you saw no sign of any stars or the moon as the sky was crowded with dark clouds.

Looking around, you saw no signs of any taxis. Debating for a moment, you decided you would just walk back home. It's wasn't that far. As you made your way down the lamp-lit street, you saw a few shadowed figures ahead of you, leaning against the fence.

You felt your nerves kick in but continued to walk. As you kept your head down, you reached into your bag, placing your hand around your pepper spray. This walk was never frightening to you before, but you had always been with Eddie, and Venom. You were always safe.

Making your way past the two men, who were clearly eyeing you, you felt a sense of relief wash over you as they didn't speak. But after a moment, you heard footsteps behind you. Your hand tightened around your pepper spray as you heard a low whistle from one of the men.

"Hey beautiful, it's dangerous to go walking around here alone." He was clearly drunk, as his words were slurred.

"I'm fine, thanks." You called back without turning back to him. You quickened your pace a bit.

"Let me take you home, ey?" The other one said with a tone that sent shivers down your spine.

"No thanks, I'm fine." You replied.

"Hey, you can at least look us in the eyes when you talk to us!" the drunk one spoke, his voice raised.

You picked up your pace, and did not reply, hoping they would give up.

"I was talking to you!"

As you felt a hand grasp your shoulder, you gasped as you spun around, aiming your pepper spray at the man and spraying it. He yelled out as he stumbled back.

You watched as the other man began to run at you "Bitch!"

Before you could pepper spray him, you saw a long black tentacle wrap around his neck and yank him back. You watched as his body flew into the nearby alley and slammed against the dumpster, before he stood up and limped away. The other man, half blinded, ran away as well, stumbling down the street.

Seeing Eddie run up to you, you felt relief wash over you. He pulled you into a hug, and you let out a sigh. "Oh, thank God Eddie. Venom, thank you."

"Are you alright?"

You nodded and he shook his head.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

"Late? Eddie you told me you weren't coming at all."

"Yeah, yeah I know, I'm sorry. But I decided last minute that I couldn't stand you up again."

Feeling light rain being to sprinkle down on you, you scoffed. "So you've been standing me up? I thought you were working?"

You saw Eddies face change to regret. "No, no, I- that's not what I meant. Well, no, I wasn't working. Look, can we talk about this later? It's starting to rain."

You shook your head in disbelief as you turned and started making your way down the sidewalk.

'Nice one jack ass, you made her mad.' Venom hissed at Eddie.

"Oh shut up" He whispered to himself as he ran to catch up with you.

As the rain began to fall a little harder, your mind began to race as your heart was pounding. You felt anger rising in your chest, and unable to stop it, you turned to Eddie. "If you haven't been busy with work, why were you avoiding me? What's going on Eddie?"

Eddie let out a soft whimper as he motioned to the sidewalk, obviously wanting you to keep walking.

You stayed in the same place, not caring that you were getting wet as the rain poured down at a steady rate. Even as thunder echoed above you, you stood still, staring at him expectantly.

"Come on Amy, we should get to your apartment, I don't want you catching a cold."

Suddenly feeling Venom begin to take over, Eddies hand smacked him in the face. "Ow!" He gasped out.

You rose a brow. "Thank you Venom."

"Wha- Thank you? Seriously?"

You tilted your head a bit as you stared him down. "Tell me."

Looking around, Eddie let out an aggravated groan as he gently grabbed your shoulders and pushed you over to a small overhang outside of a building to get you out of the direct downpour.

"Okay, okay." Letting out a huff of air, he took a moment to gather his thoughts. "I haven't been busy with work, I have been avoiding you." He met your eyes and saw the obvious hurt, and felt his chest ache. "And I'm so sorry. I just-" He let out a soft sigh, unable to continue.

You stomped your foot lightly. "Come on Eddie! We've known each other for years. We've been so close until recently. What's happening that's causing you to do this. What is there that you can't tell me? Is it me? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, Amy, you didn't do anything. It's me, it's these...feelings I can't figure out what do do with." He lifted his arms up in a gesture of defeat.

You felt your heart pounding heavier in your chest as you almost felt breathless. "What feelings?"

He gestured to himself. "Mine, for you."

You stared at him for a moment, seeing he was slowly loosing confidence. Finally finding your voice you spoke, "Are you saying that, you have feeling, for me? Like, romantic, feelings?"

Eddie shrugged his head in a show of confirmation, while still obviously nervous.

"For how long?"

"Since just before I started avoiding you more."

"So you started distancing yourself, because, what? You didn't want to have feelings for me? You were scared? You didn't think I felt the same?"

"Yeah, all of the above. I mean, I wasn't gonna say anything 'cause I didn't want to ruin our friendship, ya' know."

You let out a incredulous laugh as you ran your hands over your face. As the rain started to pour a little harder, you spoke louder, to be heard. "Eddie, you didn't have to run away from it."

"I didn't?"

You let out a laugh. "No, because I do feel the same. I have for ages. And unlike you, I didn't start avoiding you because of it."

Eddie looked at you in shock for a moment. "You mean, yo'e been walking around, hanging out with me, feeling like this." He placed his hand on his chest. "Not knowing if I felt the same?"

You nodded your head. "Yeah. And it does hurt, but it hurts more when we're separate doesn't it?"

Eddie let out a soft sigh and nodded "Yeah. It was torture."

You stared at him with a soft amused smile and shook your head. "So, what now?"

Eddie smiled at you as he took a step closer to you. Reaching up, he moved a wet strand of hair from your face before he met your eyes. "Now, I'm gonna kiss you." He said softly.

You felt your smile widen at his comment. You felt your heart pounding in your chest as he inched forward. The suspense as he did so was aching in your body. But as his lips met yours, you felt all of it melt away as a seemingly electric feeling washed over you. As you leaned into the kiss, you felt certain this was mean to be.

As a loud crack of thunder crashed over head, you both jumped, causing you to break the kiss. You both let out a laugh as Eddie pulled you a bit closer and pulled out his phone. "I think we should get a taxi."

You nodded in amusement as the rain began to pour down heavier. Eddie pulled you close to him as he began to talk on the phone. You let out a soft breath as you leaned your head against his chest. You should be scared from the storm, still shaking from the run-in with the men. But as Eddie wrapped his arm around you, all you felt was safe, and happy.

xx End xx

I hope you liked it! <3

I know this is not a normal reader insert, but I'm adding your tags anyway, just in case you still want to read it.

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo, @onuen

Marvel/Eddie Taglist: @aquariuslavenderhoney (changed url?), @trashywritestrash, @groovy-lady, @marvelouslyme96, @supersourlemon13, @simsiddy, @byersboys, @flourishandblotts-inc

[husbandograveyard]

Can I ask a question? I know it might sound stupid but... um... does the "keep reading" thing appears after a certain number of words or... do you add it yourself? (if you do add it yourself, can you show me how plz?) I hope I'm not troubling you... 😔😕❤❤

Hi love! First of all, no question is stupid! It took me some time to figure out as well! Secondly, sorry for making you wait so long for a reply I passed right out yesterday and then had to work all day. Here’s my (hopefully okay) explanation! (Oh and one can never bother me with questions, I love talking and explaining things) 

The ‘keep reading’ break does not appear on itself, you have to manually insert it, and you can basically put it wherever you want! I tend to use it for my scenario’s (but not always, for a reason I’ll type below) just cause it’s annoying if you’re scrolling tumblr and all of a sudden someone typed 4k+ words and you have to scroll past ALL of them before you can enjoy the next post. (it’s a big yay if it’s something you want to read, a little inconvenient if you just want to scroll for a bit). 

As far as I know, you cannot use read more breaks on mobile. You can remove them on mobile if you have put them in on desktop, but as far as I know, putting them in on mobile is not possible. 

On desktop there’s 2 easy ways to insert one. 

First way is the shortcut ctrl + shift + k as you’re typing an answer / draft / textpost 

The other way is clicking the little ‘+’ where you’d click to insert a picture or gif or... and then selecting the most right option, the little rectangle with the 3 dots in. 

The latter option will of course only work when you start a new paragraph. 

Be careful: If you reply to an ask and put in a ‘keep reading break’ and you later go to edit it to fix a typo or something, the keep reading break will jump right IN the ask bubble and be at the top of your text. You can then only remove it from mobile (oh the irony). It’s very annoying and a bug more than something that is meant to be like that. 

I hope this was more or less what you wanted!  Much love, stay happy, healthy and hydrated  °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°  

[itsclydebitches]

So this racial coding, what do we do with them? Disregard them as much as we can? Mix and match? Break sterotypes and avoid hurtful implications, obviously, but... I'm not sure how to go about this racial coding. Avoid like the plague? Somehow use it in a positive way. I'm sorry for my ignorance; I wish to learn and be better. I don't want to hurt any of readers so what can I do?

What’s first important to remember is that coding of all sorts happens in fiction naturally (as said, we’re obviously basing things off of real experiences in one way or another) and it’s not always harmful. The harmful stuff just gets the most attention and makes for the easiest examples. You can also get plenty of stories in the vein of, “Hey! This awesome fantasy group is clearly based off of [insert culture here]. Nice” and everyone moves on with some happy coded rep. 

For the less nice stuff, yeah, be critical of your own work whenever you can. The other day I was working on a fic, was toying with various characteristics for this character, thought about making them Deaf, and had an immediate response of, “No. That wouldn’t work for their job.” Then I paused. Wait. Why do I assume they couldn’t do this job? Or at the very least, why am I assuming that the job would be significantly harder for them? Am I basing this off of something legitimate, or just the pervasive stereotypes I’ve been immersed in my whole life regarding what a Deaf person presumably can and cannot do? I eventually realized it was the latter, but I was only able to stop and re-evaluate my assumptions at all because I’ve had three years of ASL lessons and cultural studies. Just enough immersion for a little BS light to come on in my brain. As you say—yay learning! So yeah, sometimes (often after you’ve learned to be Aware Of The Thing) you can think through your reasoning and your choices. Why do I think this disabled person couldn’t be the hero? Why am I inclined to give these antagonists a darker skin color? Why did I make the math nerd the only Chinese kid in the group? All of which isn’t to say such combinations can NEVER happen, but now I’m aware that it will probably send a particular message. Am I willing to stand by that? Or, how might I adapt the story to allow for this combination without the negative side-effects? Example: you’re not saying something about the entirety of Chinese people by making this kid the math nerd if you include a bunch of other Chinese people in your story. Oh look, human variety. 

A lot of times though—most of the time even—we’re not aware of these kinds of influences. Either because we haven’t been taught to be critical of that thinking; the thinking is still too ingrained; the stereotypes are far more subtle than the above examples and thus harder to understand, let alone spot; there’s too much going on to analyze each and every choice we make (if you’re crafting a whole world chances are you’re gonna make at least some decisions without a big song and dance debate). Regardless of why the potentially problematic coding got in there, chances are it is there somewhere—writers are human. We’re gonna fuck up in a variety of ways—which is why listening becomes important. For all types of representation. Listen when minority groups, different cultures, just people who are different from you in any way say, “Hey. This Thing? It was a bit not good…” The good writers aren’t the ones who get everything perfect the first time around (again: human) but the ones who work to improve. Be the John Green, not the JK Rowling. The one who goes, “Oh. A huge portion of my readership finds this manic pixie dream girl trope both offensive and outdated? Okay. I’ll address that in future books.” Not the one going, “Oh. My appropriation of your culture done without good research is highly offensive to you? Yeah, I’m gonna just ignore all this…” 

And we acknowledge that none of these issues have easy answers attached to them. What one person finds offensive another might not even blink at (and both are from the same demographic). You might try to undermine a stereotype—Jaune is gonna be the useless character instead of the hero—and find that you haven’t totally succeeded (see: previous metas on Jaune’s continued trope-ness). And even if you do succeed there will always, ALWAYS be debate. You will never produce a text that pleases everyone. Or it it seems that way at first glance? Give it ten years. Let your readership grow up, the world evolve, and see if everyone still thinks your story is perfect (again: Harry Potter). For every fifty people cheering that we finally got a woman-led Marvel movie, there’s at least twenty-five screaming about how everything is too PC nowadays; the feminists are taking over. The question is, will you use the support of the twenty-five to justify a potentially horrible position? 

Ultimately it comes down to each individual author deciding for themselves what’s important. Continue educating yourself (for! your! whole! life! it never ends! hell yeah asking questions on tumblr!!), do your research, and then be open to people suggesting that you’ve made a misstep. It’s then up to you to decide whether you think they were right in their assessment of the work and, if so, what you’ll do about it moving forward. 

[ask-the-cuphead-gang]

Important post about this blog...

To all my followers,

As you all know, I haven't touched this blog in a good while and there is a reason why, so with that, let me explain. I'm terrible with trying to stay in just one fandom for a while and I usually jump from fandom to fandom like a madman. I probably shouldn't have made this an ask blog in the first place but I did and with personal things going on in my life at the moment, I cannot keep a consistent schedule for updates. This does not mean that I left the fandom, but I am someone who jumps from a fandom to a new one in just a snap and I just took a break from it. This blog has always been in my thoughts though and I felt bad that I never had the time or energy to work on it. I'm actually still redesigning the characters to a place where I like there design, but this is where the big announcement comes in…

This will no longer be an ask blog, however, the blog will remain up, and the questions I have answered in the past will still remain but I will not draw characters responding themselves anymore. I would also like to explain the future of the blog:

I will answer the questions that I have in my inbox as of this moment with drawn responses from the characters to at least finish out that era of the blog.

This blog will still be about the AU but now it is simply just for art/headcanons I do for them.

Unless it is a request or I'm doing a ask meme (Ex: Sending a character and a number w/ some kind of question,) I will answer with text. Even if it is a question aimed directly at a character (Ex: Hilda, [insert question here]?) I will answer with a text post.

I'm not changing the URL, but to anyone new that follows, I will put either in the title or description that this is NOT an ask/RP blog anymore.

I feel pretty bad about all of this but I do want to continue drawing art of this AU. I'm​ sorry about this and I hope you all understand. I love you all very, very much 💞

[gorillaz-imagines]

2D being caught cheating with his s/o's best friend and she breaks down and throws stuff and ends the relationship? (I'm in the mood for angst.)

oH bOy

2D:

Surprisingly, 2D had never been the type of guy to be such a douche bag– not until now. All he could do now was sit on the edge of your shared bed and stare at what seemed to be the endless amounts of stains in the dingy carpet that the two of you had been talking about redoing. 

At this moment, 2D didn’t know why the popular issue of the carpet had come up– all he had known was that it was something that the both of you had decided to act upon- this situation was certainly not something both of you had acted upon. He was clearly at a loss for words when you turned to him, arms crossed as your foot vigorously tapped against that old and ratty carpet that neither of you liked, anyways. 

“Did you hear what I just said?” Your words made him cringe, for he could hear the agonizing pain lacing your each and every word, making him feel like utter shit for what he had done.

“N-no,” he croaked, his hands nervously fiddling with one another, his throat tightening immensely. “S-sorry, go on– I mean, I spaced out, I–”

You scoffed, turning your back towards him. Stuart could see your hands tighten around your sides, which absolutely winded him. He felt the tears start to flow slowly at first, dribbling onto his cheeks, dripping down to his chin. 

“Y/n, I am so sorry,” The boy choked, feeling as if he were being garroted on the spot. “Y/n, I know you don’t believe me, but I am so, so s-sorry, I-”

“Of course I don’t believe you!” You snapped, spinning around to face your boyfriend. “Why the hell would I believe you after I just walked in less than an hour ago to see you mounting my best friend?” As tears started to splatter onto your hands, you huffed angrily, pacing back and forth around the enclosed room.

“I am so sorry,” Stu repeated, tugging at his face with his fingers as he hunched over in pain. “You don’t believe how much I hate m-myself right now, how much I-I regret what I did, I–”

“So how many times did you do it?” You asked, stopping in your tracks to look into his eyes. “If you regret it so much, how many times did you do it?” You bit your lip, not really sure if you wanted to know the definite answer or not.

“I– it’s not important, y/n, I–”

“Tell me, Stu. You said you regret it, so how many times did you really do it?”

Stuart let out another huge sob before forcing out the words “five or more”. As he did, you ever-so-slowly felt any sort of feeling in you leave your entire body, leaving you helpless. As you leaned against the bedroom wall, you took a shallow breath, regaining feeling in every nook and cranny as you lunged for the first object you saw with your own two eyes, your mind and body working separately now.

As you chucked a picture frame at his head, Stuart screeched, ducking quickly as you reached for another possession off of your armoire. “I cannot believe you!” You howled, clenching a fist at you side. As you threw a tiny plant at your boyfriend’s chest, he jumped out of the way, standing up. Putting his arms out in front of him, he started to walk closer, making you take a step back.

“You cheat!” You cried, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You dirty fucking cheat!” Backing up, you looked frantically around the room, thinking about what you should do next.

Pushing a crying Stuart out of the way, you opened the door to your room, storming outside. Your boyfriend followed, hands grasping onto the doorframe.

“Please don’t go,” Stuart bawled, eyes puffy and red. “Please don’t leave me.”

You were definitely crying now as you grabbed your keys off of the kitchen counter, snatching your coat off of the rack. Violently pulling it on, you quickly zipped it up, slipping on your boots. Unlocking the front door, you opened it just a crack before looking back to Stu for the last time.

“By the time I come back, I want you gone. I don’t want to see you anymore, I don’t want to see your stuff here, I don’t want to hear from you anymore, and if you think that shooting me a text will fix everything, you’re dead wrong.”

“Y/n, please, jus’ listen,” The boy blubbered, rushing closer to you. “We can fix things, I can change, I promise, I– I can cut things off with (insert best friend), I d-don’t have to talk to them anymore, jus’– please, y/n, I’m beggin’ you, I’m–”

“You know?” As you opened the door, you looked back to the hot mess behind you. It hurt to see him in such a state, but in some way… “You deserve it.”

You felt your insides break and shatter and turn as you saw the absolute look of despair on his face, his body stiffening as if he had just gotten ten million shots at once. 

“And to think that I thought you were different from all the rest.”