#Imma have to move my work somewhere else now

[faragonart]

So it turns out my longer posts (where I make comic-style stories about my character) get blocked from tags entirely...

I guess I can't post comic drabble stuff anymore? @staff why did you set it up like this? Who is gonna be able to see my posts if they're all just blocked from the tags? I can't express myself or my work on here anymore? Do I have to find workarounds now???

This is extremely disheartening...

[berry-loves-yandere]

heyy could you do yandere miguel diaz x reader where they get hurt while doing karate or getting beat up / bullied by another person? thankkkss

Why not? But imma make it darker cause, again, why not? (Reader/darling will be depicted as GN/demigirl)

"Who the fuck did this to you?"

Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, unhealthy mindset, aggression, threatening, violence, murder threats, attempted murder manipulation, gaslighting, slut shaming, SEXUAL ASSAULT MENTIONS, RAPE MENTIONS, blood mentions, bruising mentions, vomit mentions, vomit, notions towards abusive relationship, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

(Y/N) got home after work, feeling sick with themselves, all they wanted to do was throw up.

Then arms were wrapped around their waist, so she quickly turned around, elbow jutted out, ready to hit the person behind them but it was stopped, by none other than their boyfriend, Miguel.

"Good to know what I taught you hasn't gone to waste." He joked, smiling brightly.

(Y/N) just turned their face away from him and nodded.

"Hey. Why aren't you looking at me? You know I hate when you look somewhere else while I'm speaking." He told them.

"Sorry." (Y/N) mumbled before sniffling.

"Face me when you're speaking with me." Miguel demanded.

(Y/N) shook their head, sparking enough anger in Miguel for him to roughly grab her face and turn it to him.

Then he saw the makeup smudges, bruises, tears and some blood across his girlfriend's face.

"Who the fuck did this to you?" He angrily asked, squeezing (Y/N)'s face.

"No one! I fell! Okay?! Now leave me alone!" (Y/N) shouted at him before storming off to their room and slamming the door.

“NO! I WON’T FUCKING LEAVE YOU ALONE CAUSE THERE’S NO WAY YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN A BLACK EYE FROM FALLING!” Miguel yelled, pounding his fist on the door.

“GO AWAY!” (Y/N) screamed.

“(Y/N). You’re gonna open this door or so help me god I will rip it off its hinges and really make you cry!” Miguel threatened.

(Y/N) just sobbed and made no effort to move.

“(Y/N). You have 10 goddamn seconds.” Miguel started his countdown.

(Y/N) quickly scrambled to the door and unlocked it.

Miguel smiled at them before entering the room and grabbing her by the arm.

“Now we’re sit down on your bed and you tell me the truth, okay? Or else maybe I might take my anger out on you instead of the person that hurt you. Do you understand?” Miguel slightly mocked (Y/N), who just nodded.

“It was one of my co-workers, y’know the creepy one that I complained about? And he...he um, I don’t wanna talk about it...” (Y/N) teared up as she thought of the previous events of the day.

Miguel hugged his girlfriend into his chest and rubbed their back, making tutting noises.

“Go on.” He instructed them.

“He tried to y’know, do stuff that I didn’t want. And when I said no, he started to hit me but I used what you taught me and he left me alone for a bit. But when I was about to clock out, he... he...” She broke down sobbing, unable to finish their sentence.

“Did he rape you?” Miguel calmly asked, almost too calm.

“No. I was lucky but he got close and I just... I feel sick!” (Y/N) exclaimed before running to the bathroom and vomiting in the toilet.

Miguel walk over to the bathroom and carefully held his girlfriend’s hair back as she threw up and cried.

Once there was nothing left in her stomach to upchuck, Miguel helped them clean up while rubbing their back.

“You should go lay down. Get some rest. I forgot that I needed to pick up something for my mom. I’ll be back soon.” He told them.

(Y/N) nodded and went to bed, exhaust from vomiting.

Miguel left her home, blood boiling with extreme anger.

‘How dare he try to touch my girl. MY beautiful, perfect, amazing girlfriend. In ways that even I haven't before! That disgusting cretin is gonna wish he was never born.’ Miguel thought as he marched over to the video game store where (Y/N) worked.

He saw the disgusting vermin, who's name he didn't care about, sitting behind the counter, not doing anything.

"Hey." Miguel addressed the other guy.

"Hey dude, how can I help you?" The creep replied.

"How about you stop trying to touch (Y/N) asshole." Miguel stated through gritted teeth.

"(Y-? Oh! You mean the slut that I work with? Nah man, she definitely likes it. I mean like, why else would she constantly be dressing in those tiny shorts and constantly bend over? She definitely wants me." The guy chuckled.

Miguel was fuming and grabbed the pervert by the collar of his shirt.

"Listen here fucker. That's my girlfriend. And if you ever disrespect her or touch her again, I swear to god, I'll fucking kill you." Miguel hissed out.

"Chill dude. I won't touch her. Geez." The sleaze ball sighed.

"I'm fucking serious. Don't you dare lay a finger on her. Or speak about her like that again." Miguel demanded, choking the asshole with the collar of his shirt.

The guy's face began to turn blue, so he nodded rapidly and Miguel let go of him.

"Alright man! Alright! Fuck!" The weirdo gasped for air.

Miguel then left, happy that he was protecting his girlfriend, his angel, his reason to live.

And if Miguel ever heard of that fucker doing anything, and he meant anything, to (Y/N), then Miguel would follow through on his threat without a doubt.

[yumethefrostypanda]

Hi yume! I have three questions I would like to ask you...

What do you think about these two photos? do you think Simon is really like that under the mask? (in my opinion it might look more like the first photo, but I don't know. Many say it's the second because it looks more like Samuel, but honestly, the haircut of the first is very similar to the scene where he takes off the mask.)

In your opinion, how would Simon behave in a social context? (for example going out alone, taking a bus or any other public transport.) do you think he would still keep the mask on, or would he cover himself with something else?

How would Simon behave with children (you know, in the comic he had a nephew who was very important to him.) What do you think he would do if maybe a small child, in the park with his/her mother, approached him curiously and touched him? or are there kids throwing the ball in his direction by accident? would he kicks the ball back to them?

Thanks in advance, you are the best!🫶🏻❤️

I love your answers and everything you post! (I'll never stop saying this, sorry...🥲)

Hey Sofia :D Thank you for your ask and sweet words 🥺 It's truly nice to hear you like my answers :D Appreciate your support 🫶 First things first ;p the art on the right is from Wombywoo, if i'm not mistaken. Alright, let's do this *cracks knuckles and neck, cause i always spend wayy too much time on answering my asks >.<*

1. You know.. headcanon-ing Simon's face is kinda fun cause his face is hidden :D Everyone can put their own thoughts in the mix. I thiink when MWIII is out, imma do a part 2 on Simon's face. Anyway, I remember that first photo (left) was on reddit, extracted from MWII files somewhere last year. It was already said that the hair was from Graves(?) and put on his head. I also think it's either a placeholder or not finished since they've only used his 3D head for mask placement and the scene where he takes of the mask and we (only) see his fluffy short hair. It really wouldn't be a surprise if Simon's (face) features are alot of that from his VA, Samuel Roukin. I've seen every frame multiple times by now *edit life* and to me, it really looks like Simon has Roukin's eye shape and nose(for the most part). I loove the fact the devs stayed true to Simon's brown eyes *-* So what else did they stay true to? Or is it completely Roukin's face? We might never know :P But personally for me it's still 50/50. Half Roukin's face/ half comic Simon's face. Ok ok, maybe now more like 70/30. idc, just show me. No, don't! Yes!

2. Ooff, good question. I wonder if he uses public transport since he also can drive. (i'd rather take the car thn the bus ngl :P). At the end of the campaign with 141 and Laswell sitting in a bar, Simon still has his eye paint and mask on. Though be it another mask thn that he was wearing during the Chicago mission. So that makes me believe he conceals his face in his free time (outside), i'm not exactly sure how tho cause wearing a skull mask like that in public might alarm ppl? idk. I kinda lean more to the idea he isn't that among people much (being outside). If he already prefers to work alone than in a team (141 is a no brainer for him tho, imo) i don't really see him being out and about and social in his off time Q_Q And with all this online ordering, he gucci. But okok, i do see him do groceries and stuff. You know, basic stuff. He will have alot of hooded clothes, caps and what not. Corona must've been a 'delight' for him. (ok ill stop. sorry) I think he barely makes eyecontact, or just shortly cause he's friendly. He a good lad. Srsly don't waste your time on this next hc; You know.. what if he just lives in a very small village somewhere quiet in England where everyone knows eachother and he don't have to worry about all that outside shii cause everyone in that small village knows how he is. Easy peasy, live and let live. Often people in small villages are old cause many young move to the city. So them golden oldies in his town are just happy they have a soldier in their midst and respect his privacy. Buut.. thn again, the bigger the city.. the easier it is to blend. Oh well. Whatever XD 3. I THINK HE'S REALLY GOOD WITH KIDS! But doesn't show, is scared to show, etc etc all that. I even think if a kid is being bullied in his presence he would intervine. I'm sure of it. But i think he would avoid being around kids. If one's come up to him i think he will be friendly but not interested in a conversation or play ball. I'll let myself out

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Odd

Futakuchi x gn!reader

TW: implied death? I think.

You were an odd manager. The oddest manager Futakuchi has ever worked for.

You had only been full time at the company a year or two longer than he had, but you had done internships through your time at uni until you ended up leading your own team of employees- he just happened to be one of them.

But what made you the oddest manager?

Well, it was a few things.

You were constantly talking about things none of them seemed to know- some were tv shows or movies they hadn’t watched, some was just obscure facts. He almost hated the fact that it was endearing.

He would often catch you repeating things to yourself, not quite what people referred to as echolalia because your voice was too soft when you said it.

You had a habit of asking someone to repeat a question- only to answer it before they even started.

When one of the team members did something stupid or bizarre when they should’ve known better, your face broadcasted that message even though you weren’t trying to. Your face was an open book to your emotions.

You had a habit of using everyone’s first names, whether they had given you permission or not. When someone voiced they weren’t okay with it, you would adjust for that person, but as a standard you used first names.

But the oddest thing- the fact that your phone ringer was always turned up all the way.

It made sense, in some cases, like if you had to assist someone in the field, or when you were waiting on calls from the company supervisors.

But it was all the time. In meetings, while you were on calls, in your office speaking with the company president.

No matter what, your ringer was on and it was loud.

He couldn’t figure out why.

What call were you so afraid of missing?

A work trip out of town was supposed to be a fun time. It was supposed to be about employee bonding or something, and he grew up around here- Date Tech was only a few blocks over. At least that was what he thought. Some of his coworkers had decided to hit a bar and he had tagged along, now he was turned around and couldn’t even remember if he was actually in the Miyagi prefecture or somewhere else.

Disoriented and far beyond his usual drunkenness for a night out, he dialed the only person his cloudy mind could think of.

You.

“Kenji? Are you okay?”

Did you always sound so panicked when you answered the phone? He was pretty sure he’d only left a few minutes ago.

“Y/N?” When did he get out of breath? “Hey, sorry bout this… lost, I think?”

“Don’t move, take a seat on the sidewalk or a bench if you see one. I’m on my way.”

“Don’t know where I am.”

“You might not, but I do. You keep your location turned on.” He could hear some shuffling, whether that was you over the phone or someone nearby, he had no idea. “Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“No, i’s ‘kay. Imma nap.”

“No!” You sounded very urgent all of a sudden, “Just stay on the line with me. You said before that you used to play volleyball, right? I have a friend who was a libero, what position did you play?”

He couldn’t keep track of the pointless nothingness you encouraged him to talk about, but suddenly someone was heaving him up from where he sat on the cement, “Whoa! Hey, qui’ touchin’ me!”

“Kenji!” He blearily looked up at the sound of your voice, slowly stopping his fumbling attempts to fight you off and you gave him a smile, “Hey, lightweight. Ready to get back to the hotel?”

Your phone rang again, startling him out of his drunken haze as he sat in passenger seat of your car, “Hey! No, I found him, we’re heading back now. See you guys soon.”

“Why d’you always have that s’loud?”

“What?” You blinked at him for a moment, merging back into traffic as he head lolled against the window.

“Your phone. Always loud.”

“I just…” He didn’t understand why you took a deep breath, “I just don’t want to miss a call again when someone needs me.”

He didn’t understand why there was so much sadness in that sentence, his mind still far too riddled with intoxication from the alcohol.

But he did understand it in the morning, as he remember the way you rescued him.

He stopped feeling like he had to prove himself after that, you weren’t an enemy. You weren’t an opponent. You were just someone that cared about others. He had never particularly nice to you, something he fought to correct after that night, but you still cared about him.

So maybe you weren’t the oddest manager he’d ever had.

Sure, you still rambled about shows the team had never seen, but he was able to keep up with it now.

You still whispered repeats of things to yourself, but he no longer tried to hate how endearing it was.

You still asked people what and then answered their questions before they could ask again, but now there were times he didn’t even open his mouth to repeat himself. Just waited for your answer.

Your face still showed every emotion you felt, but now he felt lucky to see that.

You still called everyone by their first names, but now when someone said his last name both of you had to look.

Because you may have started as the oddest manager he ever had, but after that night and the years that followed you ended up being the best choice he could ever marry.

Masterlist

[shiningstardan]

During the process of writing fanfictions, do you have a creative block or are you able to flow a story easily?

☆ A S K T I M E ! ! !

Well... Imma try to reply to the best of my abilities. But first context:

I have come just come out from a 5-year writing pause. I won't call it a block because 5 years ago I didn't have much interest in writing, I just wrote 5 fics but didn't think much of it and even dropped one of those.

So, what have I done now that is so different and has gotten my juices flowing?

I have established some rules

1. I will not write for others.

What does this mean? I will not write expecting kudos, bookmarks or reviews. So I don't place my writing motivation on feedback, some people get writers block because they don't feel appreciated. It's hurtful but you gotta remember that you also write because you love this character and the fandoms. I've always been kind of a lone wolf irl so, I gotta conduct the same mentality on online spaces.

2. I will find what I need out of the fics I'm writing and write that

I have been investing a lot of time thinking in Naruto for example. What do I need from this story that I never got?

Hyuga lore & politics

Konoha 13 interactions

Re-imagining of the time skipped between the OG series and Shippuden.

The fact that naruto talks friendship to everybody but he only cares about 1 friend, so I need him to interact with the other.

Knowing I need this I have started writing fics using prompts that may help my inspiration. Created character profiles to know who is friends with who besides what we are told in canon. Taken advantage of certain fandom patterns, there are some headcanons that have become universal.

For example: Somehow, somewhere a fan decided that in fanfic Hinata's grandfather is called either Hideo / Hideto and the rest of the fandom just rolled with it! which brings me to my next point~

3. I don't have to start from scratch.

If you feel that you are inspired by an image, headcanon, just roll with it. Don't feel pressure to come out with "original ideas" all the time, that's exhausting. I personally love when authors reference things, so maybe you said that a character likes the color red and you repeat that in a different way every fic you have, maybe through clothes, maybe through food, maybe through objects. A nod is always welcomed.

4. I can work on something else or abandon your idea

If you are stuck with an idea you can

Sleep on it and check it later

Outline it and move on. You can write 4 or 5 sentences about what you want to happen in that section and then you can come up with the details for the scene and write something else.

Not work on it anymore, maybe you can recycle what you wrote for another project (that's how I wrote Happy Valentine's Day, I didn't want to star from scratch so I reused the first portion from a discarded idea)

5. Length doesn't define you

I'm currently writing a 20k+ fic. This is my first time writing this much and it's scary AF. I thought it would be a 2k max, because I don't have a really good imagination. In the past I have mainly written works under 1k and even a 40 part drabble pieces (if you know the technical definition drabbles are 100 words exactly). So up until now I had just written relatively short works.

Challenge yourself to write short, write a haiku, a drabble, some flash fiction (250 w) or something under 500. Just a page.

Any writing is good writing.

6. Workshop it

Talk about your story and the ideas you want to explore with a friend (that includes me now, just so you know. Whether it is an annonymous ask or a direct message, my ask box will always be open for fanfic questions, even if it's a different fandom or ship I personally don't gravitate to).

7. Educate Yourself

This last few months I have discovered that english and spanish are formatted totally different in terms of punctuation.

I have also wanted to learn more about creative writing so I watch some Lectures

That being said I think I write slowly, but enjoy it nonetheless.

[vannahmontannah]

Tell Me...

REST IS ON WATTPAD @ VANNAHMONTANNAH

Tell me...if you still care... Tell me...if you still care...

Let me know Have you started to lose Your love for me And if so... Will you still continue To be on my side?

Tell me...if you still care...about me Tell me girl... Tell me...if you still care...about me

I was so Insecure with you Did you still want me? So I let go Of the feeling that you Were still all mine

Tell me...if you still care...about me Show me that you care Tell me...if you still care...about me

Must we both Go on being confused And placing blame My heart knows That you're my number one Do you feel the same way too?

Me and Lyric were out on my backyard, jamming to our song we play every time we see each other. This is our last break of the day until we get to go home. I was eating a back of gold dishes, and she had a bag of Doritos. I watched as she danced in the grass singing the song lyrics.

"Tell me...if you still care...about me!" She sung.

"If you still care"

"Tell me...if you still care...about me!"

We laughed and she walked toward the hood of the car and sat on it. I leaned on the hood and continued to eat my fishes. We were going to our favorite spot in the park today, but there was a party going on there.

"Krogers is not gonna cut it for me. Can't be there forever," I said, shaking my head.

"Me too. I need something better though. Can't take care of my brother this way,"

"What else are you trying to do?"

"I don't know yet. I just want a better position somewhere. Imma try the hospital pharmacy soon,"

"Go for it. Maybe when I get big on YouTube, we can take some trips together...make a vlog for the channel,"

"That would be so fun! We can go to Japan-maybe even France! Always wanted to go there," She cheered.

"We gone make it happen! We will make that happen!"

"Imma call my dad and be like 'look where I'm at!'"

"It'll just be us,"

"Yeah..."

"How is your brother doing? Is he getting better?"

"...No. He's in stage 4 now..."

"He was just in stage 2! They said he was getting better!"

"Yeah, well, now he has very few red blood cells and that's not good. He has bruises everywhere, he's swelling, he's weak...he's...he's sick all around. He gets smaller and smaller every time I see him. I hate looking at him like that. This is not what I wanted for him. He's only 13,"

"It's even sadder when it's a child..."

"Right! Fuck man!"

Keenan is Lyric's younger brother. Lyric's other brother is 29 and his name is Dean. She stays with her two brothers and her dad, June, who is 55. Lyric's mom, Salona, is deceased...she passed from a horrific accident when she was only 12. June since moved on, remarried, had Keenan...then divorced. Ever since Keenan has been diagnosed with leukemia, June's then wife, Tony, did not take it very well. She didn't wanna take care of him because she said it would be too much to handle and left June all by himself to take care of Keenan. That was 5 years ago.

Lyric is has her own place, but she is barely there because she is always at her fathers house, looking after Keenan and most of her money goes towards some of his hospital bills. He has insurance but sometimes it's not not enough. That's America for you. Sometimes Lyric works over time or I'll lend her some money from what I make from YouTube.

Other than that, Lyric is out going, the life of the party, loving, caring, relentless. Despite her situation, she is always looking for new ways to have a better day.

"Just seeing him alone everyday makes me feel so horrible. He has no friends...no life...nothing. He only has his family,"

"How about you invite him over this weekend and we can play some video games?"

"Really? He loves playing games!"

"Yeah. It'll be cool. We can play any game he likes,"

"Oh my gosh! He's gonna love this! He hasn't played with anyone since like third grade. He's a now in 8th grade and his social skills really isn't all that,"

"Well, maybe I can help him with that. We can go play together Saturday. Friday me and my boys are attending this gaming party. Wanna come?"

"Can't. Friday, my dad and I are going shopping after work and then headed to my grandparents house for dinner. But text and tell me how it goes,"

"Definitely. We have another game party Saturday night too. Maybe you can go to that one?"

"Okay. After you see Keenan, right?"

"Yeah. We meet other people and connect and stuff...it good for the community,"

"Okay. But, I don't play games like that though,"

"You're still welcome. As long as you're familiar with gaming. Plus, you can get familiar with new games, new people, learn how to play-this isn't just for experts, Lyric,"

"Okay, okay. Well...it's a deal! Can't wait for this weekend to come," she said, smiling.

"Me too. When was the last time he actually went out?"

"It's been months. And that was for his birthday. He's been scared to go out. But imma convince him to come out so he can actually have some fun. And my birthday is in few more weeks so we can all do something. I'll be 33,"

"What you wanna do?"

"We can rent out a cabin and chill for four days. Me, you, Keenan, Dean, and my dad. I can see if my other girls wanna come, but they ain't really much of a nature type," She said as she grabbed her phone.

"Well, they missing out. Nature is fun and it's best if we not take it for granite. Nature really makes you think about how small we are and how much life is meant to be cherished...gives you a peace of mind,"

"Exactly. It's a beautiful thing to witness. Instead we make the world a worser place..."

"And that has to change before it's too late,"

"Do you ever think about when the world is empty...and it's nothing? Like what it would really be like if everything disappeared forever? We'd be gone...and there was just darkness?"

I was in deep thought and really had to comprehend what she was saying. What if everything was gone? The world, the planets, the universe, the humans, the other living things, the land, the resources...and we were just in nothingness.

"Well...if you are religious, then we'd be in heaven or hell. And that's for eternity. But otherwise...I guess there'd be just complete nothing or everyone else—"

"When I said everything, I meant everything, Cory—including Heaven and Hell,"

"...Oh. I never thought of it like that,"

"Yeah. Maybe our souls would be stuck in the dark abbess forever,"

"Well, we'd have no choice but to endure it, Lyric. We have to brace ourselves. Whether we're dead or alive—we don't know what's gonna happen nor when it's gonna happen,"

"You're right.."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine..."

"You wanna go in and make some pizza?"

"Yeah,"

"Come on,"

I grabbed her hand and we walked back inside. I cut the radio off and continued to the kitchen. I grabbed the dough and the rest of the ingredients to make the pizza with. Maybe this will get her out of her deep thoughts and focus on something more fun. I know she has a lot going on with her brother and it's overwhelming, but I want her to feel at ease just a little bit. She's so stressed.

[sageofmagic-squeaks]

Eh, Imma throw a vent here because I need to put it somewhere.

Speaking with my parents is like a gamble of 'will this conversation make me miss them' or 'will this conversation make me thankful I was paid by internet friends to move across the country' and OH BOY did a conversation the other day hit the latter. To the point where after the call was done, said internet friends who paid me to move across the country came out to CHECK ON ME. And I was caught off guard because 'oh actually this is how normal conversations go with my dad. Did it really sound that bad??'

The conversation itself was stupid. See, over the past MONTH I've been trying to move out of my flooded, uninhabitable apartment that was growing black mold. A pipe burst in January from our neighbor's unit and our first floor flooded and second floor started leaking. Since then I have had to balance driving between hotels and our apartment, fighting with said apartment over a new place to live because they needed us out permanently and they literally sold one place they offered us within the hour to someone else and then tried to offer us a place with a severe rat infestation, packing up the entire place, filing insurance claims, dealing with their unannounced maitanence visits, still working...it's a lot.

And on top of it all my dad kept. Texting. And emailing. Wanting me to do my taxes.

No acknlowledgement over my situation, just wanting me to stop everything and do taxes. I explained I no longer had computer access anymore and still got bothered over taxes. So now that I moved into a dry place in another city I called him to end this whole thing about taxes and instead got unrelated lectures on how I spend my money. According to him, I'm perfectly healthy and won't have health issues until I'm 60 so I should stop putting money in a health savings account and instead be applying every cent to paying off a bank loan he set up for me over 10 years ago for school. Thing is, I am paying that stupid loan. The interest is so high that it basically stagnanted at 10k for the past 4 years no matter how much of it I pay off. It's been an auto bill as far back as I can remember having my own bank account. And he was picking a fight over me dropping a few dollars of my paycheck into a health savings account for emergencies. There's barely enough in it to cover an ambulence if I needed one. And then he needled further implying that I am rich (HAH) and should pay off the 10k right then and there on the phone with him.

And again, I just had to pay to live in a hotel while still paying rent for a black mold apartment AND also rent for a new place we managed to sign the lease for in addition to paying movers and buying boxes and having to eat out instead of cook. My bank account is weeping and my roommates and I had to ask for help. But he mocked me saying I'm not poor and could pay it. I don't understand how serious it is. I gotta pay it.

Again like I don't already send a chunk of my paycheck towards the stupid loan already. Last time I paid off the OTHER bank loan he badgered me for I was barely scraping by because it took everything and he seems to think paying off bank and student loans is all that my work money should ever be used for.

Oh and also I found out I'm not getting mail regarding said loan because he set it up with all his information and won't let me change it to mine! Actually he's still upset that I changed the passwords for my bank account so he can't track my spending :) because who doesn't love buying a smoothie when hanging with friends and getting a call that night about wasting $8 that could've gone to stupid loans.

And people thought I was choosing to be depressed and negative on purpose back when I was in rp groups while living with my parents. Nope, I was just having my entire being micromanaged to every degree.

Anyways vent got away from me but like...I haven't lived with my parents in 6 years. I've had to work so hard to undo damage to have opinions of my own and interact with people normally and I can damn well manage my own money so calling my dad and having him blow off a major, stressful life event and demand I do what he says to pay off a loan that I'm already paying has been pissing me off.

Also no health issues my ass. I have adhd, cant stay awake and my spine is bent OVER 60 degrees. Not to mention the time I walked on a fractured leg for months because oh weh, medical bills expensive and how I'm still feeling that pain years later e_e

[discordkitten-clout]

Can't handle a joke?

Hobie x chubby reader. ⚠️Bondage, overstimulation,rushed?⚠️

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🎸You always like to play games with other people but what if someone had the last straw and spilled the biggest secret of your life🎸

"You're so pathetic y'know that Y/n?" Gwen says leaving the room shortly to get some covers. "What? I can't help it. It's really fun seeing you guys getting so worked up over joke." I say getting up to tidy the place up before bed. "Girl if you keep joking like that, you're gonna regret it." Gwen said looking serious this time. "So what? It's not like they can hurt me. I'm literally the strongest and fastest spiderman." Gwen just signed. "Goodnight Y/n." "Night Gwen"

🕸️ The next day🕸️

"You better stop playin' with me before I tell Miles that you like him. Ouuuuu and guess who's right behind you." I point with my eyes looking in Miles direction. He didn't notice bc he was too busy talking with someone. "Y/n. Oh my gosh you're so embarrassing. Y'know what imma just tell Hobie that you have a big.fat.crush on him. And you know what? It's crazy bc he's talking to Miles right now." Gwen turns her back away to smile and wave at Miles and Hobie. "Damn Gwen I didn't know you get down like that." I said with invisible sweat rolling down my head. She smirked and walked off to talk with Miles and Hobie leaving me at the table by myself. I just couldn't mind my own business and decided to "eavesdrop" on their conversation. 'what the hell are they even talking about.' All I could see was Gwen pointing towards me laughing while Miles and Hobie looked at me with a smile. Nonetheless, I smiled back walking to my dorm.

Literally not less than a second I hear a knock on the door. 'Are you kidding me I just got comfortable'. I looked through the peephole and see Hobie standing there looking a little nervous. 'thats so unusual'. I crack the door open bc I don't want nobody to come in my room at the moment. "Is it really true what you said about me Y/n?" He asked resting himself on the doorframe. 'Awhh hell naw. The hell did Gwen say?' "What did she say to you?" "Don't act dumb Y/n, you know what you said " He said moving past me to sit on my bed. "Wow Y/n your bed is really comfy. May I lay on it?" He asked taking his boots off. "Nigga,I didn't even say you could come in but whatever." I lock my door up and stand in front of Hobie. "Can you just tell me what I said. Please?" "Nuh uh. Why would I?" He asked staring at the ceiling. "Well bc I'm scared that Gwen said something that she shouldn't have." He sat up and smirked. "Something like you having a crush on me?' I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Oh puh-leeze. I have a boyfriend on my Earth you weirdo."

🕸️Time skip🕸️

"It's really late Hobie. How long have you been in here"? I turned to look at Hobie who was already looking at me. I quickly looked away. "Long enough." He said. "Y'know Y/n you're really pretty." "Uhm thanks" It's really weird getting a compliment from someone. It's not that you were insecure, (Never that) it was because you weren't used to compliments growing up even now. "Oh and plus I know that you're lying about your 'boyfriend'. Gwen told me that you're single." I gasped and look at him like he was a ghost. "GWEN SAID SOMETHING TO YOU WHAT ELSE DID SHE SAY TO YOU!" Now I'm really starting to panic now. 'What the fuck do you mean by Gwen told you?.' "She told me enough for me to know that you like me." "You're fucking lying" "I'm not". This can't be happening.. "Wheres Gwen?" I quickly got off from my bed to get my phone. "There's no point in doing that she's out somewhere with Miles."

Then. That's when it struck me. "Ouuuuu that bitch plays too damn much man." "Woah, woah chill out y/n it's not that big of a deal and besides I like you too." "What did you say?" "Did I stutter? I like you... Alot actually." "Since when?" "Since you bought me some more strings for my guitar. It really touched me y'know" Hobie held his heart at smiled at me all dreamy like. "Eewww don't get all cringy like that Hobes. So? Now that we both know that we like each other, what do we do now?" I asked rocking back and forth on the heels of my feet. Hobie got on his knees and took off his jacket and shirt. "Have the best sex you've ever had in your life." I stood there speechless. 'Theres no way he's serious. He's got to be joking'.

I walked near the bed when Hobie grabbed my face for a kiss and gently put me onto the bed. "W-wait Hobie I'm a virgin." I say putting my hand on his chest. "You'll be alright I promise. I won't go to hard on ya'." Hobie started rubbing circles on my clothed clit. I tightly bit my lower lip trying not to let a whimper out. He lowered his head to the crook of my neck biting and sucking on my skin peppering kisses every now and then. He stopped and got on his knees.

Hobie rolled me on top of him. "Hey babe, do me a favor and sit on my face yeah?" I looked at him like he was stuck on stupid."Hobie no. I'm too heavy. I'm not doing that." " Look, I promise you're not heavy just cmere ma." His tone became darker as he positioned me above his face. "If I get heavy just tap my thigh okay?" Hobie hummed as a response as he rolled his eyes. He quickly pull down on my hips. "H-hobie fuck" His hands quickly found their way my nipples. Squeezing them oh so delicately. One of Hobie's hand left my hip I looked behind me to see where it went. His hand was rubbing his aching dick waiting to be freed from his pants.

My hips started to move against Hobie's nose and mouth as he flicked his tongue up and down my clit making my body jittery. "Ughhhh Hobie I think. I think m' gonna oh fuuck". He quickly pulled me off of him. "Look at ya', I didn't even get to fuck you yet and you're already wantin' to cum." Hobie chuckled to himself before walking to my closet. "What are you doing?" I asked setting myself up with my elbows. "I'm looking for something. Just relax for me ma', okay." Hobie came back with 4 long pieces of cloth. "Close your eyes for me please." I did as I was told as I felt him wrap the cloth around my eyes, wrists and ankles.

He tied my ankles to the bottom of the bed as for my wrists to the headrest. "You feelin' okay?" I nodded my head. He chuckled too himself. "You can relax mamas I'm not gonna hurt you". 'Was I tensed up? How did I not notice that.' A little after that I felt the bed dip between my legs and Hobie's hands holding my thighs apart.

With no warnings he dipped his head in my pussy making me squeak from the sudden sensation. "Fuck, Y/n you're so wet all because of me. All for me." He mumbled on my pussy sending vibrations to my clit. I tried my hardest to move myself away from Hobie from pussy because of the overstimulation. "Hobie I-i can't mmhmm I can't take it." That only made him hold on tightly to my thighs making himself somewhat closer to my pussy.

Just when I thought hobie would be nice to me, he stopped again. The moment I was going to get my sweet release. "Stop fucking teasing me Hobie." "Okay okay, now it's time for the finale" he laughed to himself. 'that wasn't even funny'.

He untied all the clothes from my body and stepped off the bed to take his pants and underwear off. 'Wow, he is WAYYY bigger than I imagined' I thought to myself as he positioned himself by my pussy. "Are you sure you want to continue Y/n, it's okay if you say no I won't get mad at ya". His face was replaced with a soft expression instead of his lustful one. I nodded my head. "I need words ma. Stop playin." "Yes I want you to fuck me." I say as I look up to him.

Hobie looked down while grabbing his dick. He moved forward very slowly to make sure it doesn't hurt as much. "How're you feelin?" His hand rests on my cheek as he kisses me so I can be distracted by the pain. I scrunch up my face a bit as it did hurt. His waist finally met mine when he asked me "Lemme know when you're ready for me to move love." He halfly smiled. Minutes passed by and the pain slowly turned into pleasure. My hips buckled signaling him to start moving and with that he rocked back and forth slowly before gradually picking up the pace. "Ohhh my go- H-hobie Nnngh". I couldn't control my moans as I planned to. The feeling of him inside of me made me lose my sense of mind. Hobie was starting to go even faster and the pressure was getting too much. "Hobie s-slow down please I mmff I can't. I CANT." I said pushing myself off of him. "Nuh uh, cmere don't run from it. You finna take this dick whether you like it or not." He said pushing me back on him. "Hobie I can't take it anymore." Hobie slowed down for a bit. "Oh? But you said that you wouldn't tap out on me, love. Is that that you're doing?" "Y-yes" " Hell nah mamas you're gonna finish this. I don't support quitters" I let out a whine as Hobie continued to pound into me. He lowered his head to make more hickeys on me and whispered in my ear. "You're so wet for me Y/n, oh fuck. You feel so good~" he whimpered as his thrusts became sloppy. "I'm gonna cum okay Y/n." And just like that I screamed when I hit my high and Hobie finishing right after on my stomach.

I opened my eyes surprised to see white everywhere. "Jeez Y/n if I knew you were going ta' make a mess like this, I would've just slurped ya up."

🕸️Time skip 🕸️

Hobie had to leave to go back to his earth for a while. Leaving me on my bed lonely. "Oh yeah Y/n remember when I said I had a crush on you. I lied." My eyes widen jaw on the floor. "Are you playing with me right now Hobes?" I asked with obvious hurt in my voice. "What's wrong? Can't handle a joke?" Hobie laughed and left.

[allieebobo]

i thought you might find it fun that i stumbled onto this tiktok and went "oh that's my Enby On The Men's Team!MC for College Tennis. their dance moves are their Big Guns of a weapon for flirting - Oooh Look At Me, You Know You Want Me And Nobody Can Blame You, Watch My Body, Wish Your Hands Were On It, WOOOH" like. imma multishipper so im just going. Dayum. Imagine Them And Tobin Showing Everyone Up And Their Teammates Fake-Gagging When They Dance Again On The Way Home. Imagine Them Dancing While Rayyan Watches Until Rayyan Finally Stands Up To Claim Their Partner. Imagine Them And Sam Giggling While They Dance Ridiculously. Imagine Them And G At Another Party And Then Again In Private. Just Imagine Their Team Going "OOOOOHH!!" During MC's Smug, Adrenaline-Fueled Victory Dance.. Bonus Points If They Can Get Their Doubles Partner To Do A (Far Easier) Little Coordinated Jive With Them

just. thanks for the ability to make the MC a dancer. i really like all the opportunities to show how much music means to MC (singing with their dad in the car, their mom's mix-tape, dancing at the resteraunt and the party, so on and so forth). it's a detail i really like and now have headcanons about how theyve learned and what music means to them (and, yes, their major is related haha). and, bRUH, you KNOW i am playing a Lead Singer (who got late bc of a work emergency as Nat sighes that they are a workaholic) and selecting Kareoke As The Family Tradition for Merry Crisis, and taking that Qiu Listening To MC Sing headcanon as canon. i cannot wait to see more of music playing a recurring role in both games, you know what ill be picking for my MC to be doing every time music/dancing is available, theyre both now experts forever and always haha sending you lots of love and inspiration, all the respect to you and your craft ❤️❤️❤️❤️ hope you enjoy the lil dancey tiktoks hahaaaa

OH MY GOD I forgot to actually reply to this!!

Sorry, I absolutely 100% LOVED this, because bruh, you've got a whole universe of CT:OS headcanons in the form of tiktok dances here. (How very, very '21st century modern art' of you).

I especially especially loved the idea of Tobin and MC dancing/jiving to music at Valentina's in public (or wherever, really, at a party, maybe during a random lunch stop as they drive to an away game etc.) just for fun, and just being ridiculously good at it and being cheered on by everyone watching, and then driving back from somewhere and finding some little pocket of time to dance for just themselves, with everything/everyone else melting away. Also that one with Sam dancing ridiculously with MC: I can 100% see that happening with those jokers.

I am also 1000% in love with the idea of a coordinated doubles partner victory dance, and it is absolutely canon that Tobin would do that with MC. In fact, it's so canon that I'll give you my word to write that in. Rayyan will be... far more difficult to persuade, though :P

Also - you are absolutely right (that was some high level literary analysis you did on Merry Crisis HAHA) I didn't even realise I'd jam-packed so many music-related scenes/concepts/choices into (both) IFs. Super cool how you've got so many threads linking Qiu and Nat and your family in one playthrough alone. You're going to think this is absurd but Shay is also (and this is canon) a drummer in a band? I'm SORRY I PLANNED IT ALREADY, BEFORE I READ YOUR ASK!!

I guess it just happened because for me, music has always been so intimately entwined with memories (both good and bad), and spending time with people I love (family, friends, romantic partners). I don't think there's been a big moment in my life that I don't associate with some song or music.

Thank you so much for sharing this :) Also, p.s. this is not helping my CT:OS/Merry crisis blog divorce, at all :P I don't even know how to tag this.

[bryceslahela]

i have a fun idea, do you know the tiktok trend where they decide whether they think romcom couples stayed together after the movie ended? could you do that but with your choices mcs and their lis after the book ended 😇

OOOOHHHH this sounds fun 🤭🤭 ok i’ll do them but also warning for spoilers and stuff.

dakota + amelia - he died so…. no <\3 i have a hc that my weh mc went to college and after college met someone and they fell in love <3 she never forgot abt dakota tho

luna + bryce - bitches r ride or die for each other. if it wasn’t for the whole stupid arc in oph where they couldn’t be official bc of ethan then they woulda been official end of book2 and started thinking abt moving together end of book3. they’d be married with one kid by now and bryce would be a dilf. also luna lahela is such a pretty name omg.

sereena + gabe - sereena is enjoying the whole secrecy thing but honestly i think sereena would have dated someone else if they were available. she isn’t really a glutton for punishment and if you date someone you work with you kind of have to be.

blaine + lilliana - i want to say yes? but also i feel like they’d definitely be one of those on and off celeb couples. she’d break up w/ him and then he’d be like ‘you’re not rocking w/ me ⁉️ imma kms’ meme. im joking but honestly they’d definitely have some rocky parts - i think they’d come out stronger though.

donovan + esme - YES but i also think donovan would want esme to have ‘the college experience’ so he’d break up w/ her but he hasn’t clocked on to the fact that she would rather do anything else than party and drink. so they’d do long distance i think.

arine + marc antony - HELL NO!! they were just using e/o. both are extremely attractive but they honestly do not care for e/o genuinely in the slightest. in my main hc, she stays single because revenge is her bf <33 but in another, she married syphax.

lucas + deena - she loves that man. she is not leaving him and he wouldn’t want to leave her. after college, she moves to the big city w/ him and he becomes a hot nd sexy president in the future. i think deena would be a good first lady, she is firm and doesn’t care abt bullshit. lucas’ first law as president is to exile losers so bye bye parker and connor 😘

athena + thomas - that man is not going nowhere. they’re married now and had a little boy to complete their family of five. ava and luz aka best sisters ever.

flora + cas + gabe - they’re all dating each other idc what flopberry says. also they turned my good sis into a vampire so the bare minimum is that they’re all together for eternity now.

trystan + clara - trystan was on his knees for a crumb of attention and you think he’s leaving??? that man has just gotten comfortable. clara had sex w/ him once and now he’s already got her a closet cleared out. he’s probably already got a ring somewhere.

solana + beckett - bro gets no bitches. he did manage to bag solana tho… how u go from no bitches to bagging the baddest one? anyways…. they get married and have a magical kid or wtvr.

[anomaly-high-diaries]

Oozelle’s basic diary

Cover: read my diary and I break your leg!

September 1st.

Crap, the track team’s first practice is in two weeks. Ya want me to wait that long!? The entire point is to go fast and ya want me to wait!? Heck, the skateboard club’s first meeting is in one week, according to Aviya! It’s not fair, not fair, not fair! What am I supposed to do in all that time, study??? Learn yoga??? Steal a book of puns??? Audition for a different sport- wait. That one’s actually a good idea! Thanks diary, ya are really cool!

September 2nd.

Nevermind, that was a bad idea. Thanks a lot, diary >:(! Apparently, ya can only be in one sport, for time reasons. They changed it from last year, since ya know, back then ya could be in two sports. This one girl, Commandra or whatever, told me. She had to drop one of her sports (basketball). She also said I probably shouldn’t be on the track team anyway???

“It’s not fair to anyone else, you can teleport!”

Which… no? This doesn’t affect my ability to run track at all???

Ok, first of all, I can’t teleport, I can walk through walls. There’s a difference. Second of all, I run through walls the same way I run through air! This doesn’t change anything, let alone speed. There aren’t any walls, and that’s cheating. I’m a track star, fair and square. She’s probably just joining the track team, and is afraid of me.

But hey, I found a reason to wait and stay on the track team, driving Commandra crazy!

September 15th.

Track team meeting was… almost good. Turns out Commandra lied. Ya can still have two sports, and she dropped basketball to join track. Never should’ve trusted a demon. But eh, she plays fair. And good. Gotta give her that.

Oh, also: I noticed that the gym’s ceiling isn’t made of glass anymore. Can’t tell what it’s made of now, but it’s painted to look like the sky. Health concerns, apparently. That made me realize, there’s no windows in here. Now, I know this school’s a pocket dimension and all that, but there’s gotta be some kind of outside. That’s how we entered. And again, the ceiling was made of glass, at first. There was a sky. Clouds moved. It rained and snowed and all that jazz.

I’m gonna go try to see the outside, just a little. Got nothin better to do.

September 15th (continued).

There’s a lot more hallways in here than I thought. I’ve just been walking through hallways, looking into empty classrooms. I think I’m lost.

But hey, I know there’s an exit around here somewhere. I got in. I left in the summer, and then I came back.

Trying to avoid walking through a wall, cuz like, Imma not supposed to do that. I don’t wanna get in trouble over this. Marked a door though, painted a little goop heart. They wouldn’t get mad over a goop heart, it’s not in their hearts to do that! Get it, get it?

I’ve passed the goop heart like three times, and I never went in the same direction. Not once, I swear. There’s no other direction to go. Am I trapped? Should I even try going back, like, would that even work? What kinda school is this? …Screw it, I’m going back.

Four times. I passed the goop heart trying to go back like three times.

It doesn’t even look like I just painted it, it looks like it's always been there. It’s just a black heart.

I just wanted to go outside, what is this crap?

Imma sitting down, gonna try to have some big idea on how to get out. Still not gonna walk through a wall, like, if all this happened cuz I tried to leave, I don’t wanna know what’ll happen if I break an actual rule.

September 16th.

Ok so, I got out, didn’t update when I got out cuz I was tired from all that running, so basically, here’s what happened, cuz like, I don’t know what else to do right now, ya know.

Basically, going back the way I came wasn’t working, so I panicked and ran into the goop heart room, which was the gym, somehow? I’m not in the mood to question that right now, or much else really, I’ll have my weirdness epiphany later. And Commandra was practicing, just, running laps over and over again. She stopped to drink some water, and I confronted her about the lie.

She apologized, and admitted she was just worried that there wouldn’t be enough room on the track team for her. And yes, she did like my speed. But also I was the only person she had a reason she could come up with to like, leave.

Admittedly, she was a little mean about it,and it a stupid excuse, but it was an apology, and I was a little mentally worn out, so I accepted it. We ran a few laps, and I’ll give it to her, she’s genuinely really good. Didn’t notice her cheating anywhere.

Somehow, I was back in my dorm.

Aviya asked if I could help with her math, and I was like, hey, you think I am better at math than you, and she said that some extra eyes was all she needed. She was right,

Anyways, after that I passed out, and then woke up the next morning. Tried to pass the day thinking it was all some bizarre dream, but Commandra asked if we could race again tonight (I panicked and said no). This book just confirms it all happened.

I���m not sure if I want to ask anymore questions about this though. I’m no smart one, I’m not the one who finds answers. I’m not sure if I could find an answer. And like, who would even believe me? I’m a trackstar, not a weirdness scientist! Track…

I’m gonna tell Commandra I changed my mind. I do like track. Might as well have fun this year, even with this weird environment.

[thoughtsaladblog]

Mid-morning Intrusive Thoughts

Well Imma be honest, this is going to be your regular rant because I'm trying to sort through a mélange of different thoughts- talk about an overactive mind!

While I want to start with (no longer) Morally Grey, I feel like he's been the subject of too many posts at this point and I'd rather focus on something else at the moment. So let's talk about the intrusive thoughts on feeling completely talent-free (that's the polite way of saying I'm a dud). Not that I can't do things- I know I have certain skills, but none that will truly set me apart, nor help garner any income. And in addition to that I feel like an absolute moron when smart people have conversations with me- not necessarily because I can't hold a conversation with them, but I feel like my lack of knowledge on intelligent topics limits me, and therefore I don't present them with interesting conversations. Which obviously makes me feel pretty insecure. And lately I've been feeling like I lack anything special that adds value to me- I mean I'm a good teacher, but frankly, in this world no one gives a shit about that. And yes, there's nothing wrong with being ordinary- but honestly I don't think my heart could be content being ordinary. I like to be seen/known for something. I also believe my lack of qualifications is now starting to fuck with my head. I'm starting to feel like an idiot- because people are like- oh hey you can do this, apply here, try this job... and I know I can't because my CV lacks the credentials to get me that. And I would like to go finish my studies but there's a dilemma there too- ever since I struggled with my Marketing degree because I didn't have access to a proper firm for my final assignment I have wondered if I'm lacking in what it takes to do a good job at my studies. But also, finances. I can't necessarily quit my job and go finish my studies- it's not like we've got millions stored somewhere where I don't have to earn a living while studying... And I certainly can't juggle a degree and my classes. So it's safe to say I'm stuck in a rut where the wheels are spinning but all I'm doing is muddying up the place.

Speaking of finances... whoof! I'm the brokest I've been since I started teaching. Don't ask me how-even I don't know. Bad spending decisions, high cost of living, students not paying on time, losing my extra work- I suppose all these have contributed. All I know is I'm in a bad fucking state. It feels so weird... It's been a while since I've been this broke and I'm not liking it to say the least. Amma told me to move back home- I'd rather kill myself. That place depresses me beyond anything, and saying goodbye to my freedom means coming into a state of depression I don't really want to think about. And let's be real... As long as you live in that house it means doing dog's work/housework and frankly I'd really rather not. I like having the freedom to live the way I do without having to answer to anyone. It's the one thing that keeps me sane to be honest. Overall my life seems to be unravelling at a miserable rate and this one thing gives me a sense of being in control.

Out of control? Oh yeah.. My plans to bid adieu to this sinking ship have gone out of control. I am still stuck here, and unable to find a way out. I'm bloody losing my mind. I need to get the fuck out. Honestly. I mean I have loved my job and there are still days when it brings me joy- but its only a select few classes that have that effect on me. For the most part, all the negative shit that's happened with students leaving, parents being ungrateful and unwanted drama from school I've really lost my love for teaching. It doesn't feed my soul anymore. And if we're no longer feeding the soul then I might as well go back to corporate- because that way at least I get my social life back! Once the current 11s leave I really don't feel motivated to stay on... They're the last of the ones I'm close to. Not to mention that that's going to be one of the hardest goodbyes. I kind of wanna run away after- just have a change of setting and meet new people. I want to take a risk but I'm also scared. My cowardice is standing in the way of me getting anywhere- as always!

Well not always... Coz clearly when it comes to my love life I tend to take unnecessary risks. Oh yes, we've arrived at the elephant in the room. If you look to your left here, you would see this large fucking elephant , labelled Morally Grey. The highlight of my bad decisions at the start of the year... Because why the fuck not start the year with a big-ass blunder right?? But no I won't ramble on about that- except to mention that it's become weird between us ever since (reasonably so). Good job Nichole, give yourself a fucking pat on the back for ruining a perfectly good thing for nothing! But oh wait.. the lunacy doesn't end there. This bitch is unable to come to terms with the fact that this shit will go nowhere. No no.. She still wants to imagine she has a chance. Fucking dumbass. Frankly I can only call myself a masochist at this point, for the way I sabotage myself and manage to bring myself so much heartache. Idiot. I dunno if it's because I'm listening to the hopeful ideas of dew-eyed teens, or it's my own sense of denial, because I keep obsessing over the moron, wanting to talk to him and missing him and a billion other cringey shit. Honestly... I need to fucking move on... But do I? No! Of course not! Instead I'm off on a downward spiral- spending more money that I don't have. Honestly everything is just unravelling and my head is spinning and it's all too much. I really don't want to cry over spilled milk- or in this case, a guy who clearly doesn't feel the same about me. Where's my fucking pride? Or shame for that matter?! This is pathetic!

And as much as I'd like to end this post with some sort of revelation or epiphany, the truth is I'm stuck in a rut and it's filled with quick-sand. There's no way out, and no one's saving me. As always, I'm completely on my own to pull myself out, and frankly I'm tired of saving myself. For once, I'd like someone else to come pull me out... Because honestly, I lack the energy and strength to help myself this time around. No, no I won't kill myself.. I know as always I will cone through.. But for now I'm sinking and I'm going to let it happen.

[fez-lex]

One night after rehearsals he picks her up outside the auditorium. When Fez isn’t working at the store he likes to drive Lexi home so that she doesn’t have to bike in the dark. She’s told him it’s not a problem—she’s been riding her bike at night for years—but she never says no when he offers. Sometimes they stop along the way for a Slurpee or a McFlurry and they sit in the car for a little while as they finish them, talking about their day and laughing at the occasional brain freeze. It’s so strange and wonderful and just like she imagined an actual date would go that she’s taken aback when he turns towards her and asks her out for real. You busy Saturday? Ias thinkin’ I could take you somewhere fun, buy you dinner, all that old school shit. The rest of the week passes in a blur, her normal levels of concentration shot to hell until Saturday night eventually arrives. Without any hint of where they’re going, it’s hard to know what to wear, but she finally goes with a knee-length plaid skirt and a dark fitted top, tying her hair up with a wide ribbon and letting the ends fall down past her shoulders. He’s quiet when he first sees her, and she wonders if she should have gone with something sexier, but then he lopes around to the passenger side and throws open the door before she can do it herself. Damn, girl, he mutters. That all for me? In the car he’s animated, clearly excited about whatever it is he’s planned. Your girl Rue did me a solid. Told me exactly where I should take you. Lexi’s excited too—at least until she recognizes the neon sign they drive under as they turn into the parking lot. Her stomach sinks; she hasn’t been here in months, not since that night with Rue and Jules and her feeling like the world’s biggest third wheel. He must see it in her face because his gaze suddenly narrows, brows furrowing in concern. You good, Lexi? We don’t gotta stay if you don’t want to. We can go anywhere you want. He really means it, she can tell, and the realization of that is enough to push the memory of the night with Rue and Jules out of her head—because she’s here with him and never once, in all her time with Fezco, has she ever felt like wasn’t the center of his attention, like a planet he’s chosen to orbit around for some mysterious and miraculous reason. So she smiles and tells him she’s fine, which is somehow now true. He laughs as they walk towards the entrance and slips his hand in hers. Imma warn you, I ain’t never skated before. But Imma try my best not to embarrass you, shawty. Once they rent their skates and finally hit the rink, it’s clear he wasn’t lying: he can only push himself in halting baby steps, tottering and shaking as he holds her hand like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. Anyone else and she might laugh, but it’s the most adorable thing she’s ever seen, because he’s doing it for her, even at the expense of his own dignity. Lexi does her best to help him, giving him tips on how to keep his balance and how to let his feet glide a little more, and after a while she lets him hold tight along her waist as she picks up speed along the turns. The lights turn above them hypnotically, pink and green and purple, the sounds of Rihanna and The Weeknd loud enough to flood their senses, their bodies moving in time with the beat. After a while they take a break and head over to the snack bar, where Fez makes good on his promise of dinner. It’s nothing fancy—slices of pizza and cheese fries—but it’s exactly what she wants after all their time on the rink. While they’re eating, a few kids their age come up to Fez, speaking quietly enough that she can’t hear what they’re asking. With a quick frown, he shoos them away. Nah, man, tonight we closed for business. Can’t ya see I’m with my girl? He glances at her, looking slightly abashed. Sorry ‘bout that. Lexi reaches out for his hand. It’s okay, she tells him, suddenly filled with a desire to get back to the rink. She tugs him in that direction, only to realize that the lights have been turned low and the skaters dotting the floor are matched in pairs. Out of habit she stops; in all the years she’s come here, she’s never gone out during the couples skate. His hand is still in hers as he steps closer. Yo, Lexi, didn’t you want to skate some more? Even in the low light, his eyes are impossibly blue, open and honest and looking at her like no one ever has. Yeah, she says, I do. And so together they step out onto the floor, the mirrorball above them shimmering in constellations of light. 

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

a discussion of jabberwock with team interaction hcs + deeper nash analysis

for anon who asked "Can we get some headcanons for jabberwock members or like headcanons when they're together? (its okay if it was jason or nash only)" and made me realise it's about time i get these guys' personalities down

note before we start: cause i didn't know their names until i wrote this

zack is the bald one, allen is the one with a headband, nick is the other white guy apart from nash.

team hcs

nick gets bullied for being under 6ft, but not by jason

nah good old jason teases all of them for being short fucks, emphasising that they’re all 5ft tall in comparison to him

he 100% lifts things out of the others' reach and then laughs for ages after when they try get them

unfortunately though, they’re all used to this and now just ignore him. either that or nash stares at him so intensely jason actually repents and hands it back

zack’s another one with a very good glare, but he’s used it too often on jason and it’s since stopped working.

also jason gives me ‘straightens his back as much as possible when getting measured so he’ll measure in as 7ft’ vibes

oh and he thinks he could wrestle a gator and win. i’ve got no explanation for that except for the fact you can't tell me it's ooc.

allen’s very protective over his white headband - it’s his lucky item - but he’d never let anyone know that

he’s confident in his abilities like the rest of them, but there’s nothing wrong with wearing a headband just in case

(nash knows anyway)

they watch nba matches together and do not shut up once throughout the entire match - lots of jeering, booing each other if someone criticises a player they like, lots of “i could do that”, lots of “get your fucking hand out of my popcorn do you want me to punch you in the face” etc

they used to all live together, but nash has since moved out. he was sick and tired of trying to make people do chores, as the only one who kept their room clean.

yeah the others’ house looks like a heap of trash but also very much “where’s my toothbrush?” “it’s in the third coke can by the orange peel behind the sink” *silence* “yeah thanks” *a minute later* “who the fuck has been using my toothbrush”

they’re all “bro your dribbling sucks why are you on this team loser” to one another, but also very protective (aka arrogant for one another) if anyone else Dared to criticise one of their teammates

then again, what kind of person would criticise jabberwock

half of the time he spends with jabberwock, nash is a Single Mother TM trying to get a bunch of man children to behave; the other half of the time, he's just as bad as the rest of them

i talk about this a lot but i get the feeling nash is an exceptionally hard worker, but at least he gets to let his hair down around his teammates sometimes

nash is also the only person jason thought was truly ‘strong’ at first sight

and nash is also the only person who can beat jason in a fight, and also the only person who can get nash to train, and also the only person who can.. [etc. you see my point].

(n.b jason calls himself the ‘almighty me’, nash says that ‘even god can’t beat me’. point made.)

you know how jason silver’s motto is “I have never thought”

imagine him proudly stating that, before zack adds with a straight face, “yeah cause nash does it for you.”

in short, the team would fall apart without nash.

although the team’s communication and coordination is very fine tuned, nash is the guy who keeps everything in order off the court to prevent what is essentially a team of aces ('main characters', if you will) from falling apart

they hang out together a lot, but do all have other friend groups that do not overlap

team bbqs

unofficial rule not to criticise anchovies on pizza because the one time nick did, nash snapped

however pineapple on pizza is fair game, even though zack quite likes it

more than once, jason has brought a girl home and nick has stolen her attention away with effortless trick shots, funky ball manoeuvring etc

more than once nick has had to trek to nash’s place (with a black eye) at midnight to have somewhere to sleep

do you see a correlation?

oh and everyone in the team has been walked in on by nash when they were naked with some girl

nash has absolutely no shame

he apologises to the girl with a charming albeit insincere tone, and then remains standing in front of the bed/couch until his teammate does what he expected of them

usually it involves not having come to practice

allen learnt a few (emphasis on ‘few’) words of japanese before they travelled to japan and was disappointed that he never got to use them

that said, one of those words was hentai

and now a quick analysis of some panels

a) so there's at least one player who wasn't underestimating vorpal swords. if i were to overanalyse, i'd add that nick's wearing a hoodie (possibly athletic wear) whilst nash has a 'fancy' shirt on; perhaps nick wasn't expecting them to be going to host clubs instead of chilling/training?

b) i know what you're thinking: "how can you say nash is a hard worker when he didn't want to practice for the match". i reckon he was still pretty high on the complete and utter success of their previous match, that plus being around girls, encouraged him to have a more 'jason-y' personality. (either that or fujimaki didn't want to add too much depth/realism into nash's character bc he's unequivocally the villain, right? and obviously this helps with the plot and the jabberwock bad geniuses gom good geniuses rhetoric.)

earlier, i mentioned how nash is the only one that could keep the team together, and is thus the undeniable head of the team; here's a clear example. you can see both jason and zack have no interest in continuing - if anything, there's disgust in their faces, kinda just saying "we spat on all of japan, now we can go home". whereas nash won't allow for the slightest of possibilities that there might exist a team stronger than them, and hence agrees to the match. the key thing here is that the others do as he says without too much fuss.

another thing to note is nash's reference to harakiri. now what can we make of that, alongside his proficiency in japanese, in relation to his character? the way i see it, he's either a weeb or possibly has some japanese lineage. (you could spin that even further and say his mother was japanese, taught him the language, then abandoned him, and hence his almost excessive hatred/mockery of the japanese people.) (is that why he wanted to do another match in japan..?)

just a quick point. "thanks to him" - jason isn't so superior as to think that he could win this match effortlessly without nash's support. links pretty nicely with my earlier idea about how nash is the only person jason has always considered 100% strong.

yet another point about how nash is the strongest of the team in pretty much every way you can think of. you know how scary/powerful you have to be to shut jason up (after he's getting real pissed from being prevented from scoring?)

i personally think this is a pretty important panel, though i've never seen anyone mention it before. did nash grow up training in a professional basketball training situation, as opposed to growing up playing streetball like i suspect the others did? well, to answer that question, imma bring in another panel.

here we see visible rage on nick, zack and jason's faces - they can't accept their loss, which is fair enough. but i'd argue that nash's face seems to depict sadness more than it does anger like to rest of them, look at how downturned his mouth is - and he's looking away from the 'camera', as if hiding his shame.

when you combine that with what he says here, i have no doubt that this is someone who has experienced some proper lows in basketball - as would be expected from someone who's played 'properly'. he's possibly not even a prodigy like the rest of them - compare jason's motto with his. "i have never thought" versus "do not suppose opportunity will knock twice at your door".

there's various lines of thinking you could design with this - he might have been trained by alex (hence, himuro having heard of jabberwock, though he should have known of a team as popular of jabberwock regardless), he might have grown up with professional basketballer parents etc. but here's my own little theory:

nash received serious basketball training from early on - maybe because his parents were living vicariously through him, or maybe he always loved the sport and wanted to be no1. so there he was training away, but, as he grew older, it started getting all a bit too much.

he didn't want to dedicate his entire life to basketball. after all, his hobby is water sports and his speciality is boxing; that's a lot of different things to be keeping up with, whereas the pipeline for promising athletes demands people focus solely on basketball. as a result, nash become bitter: stopped attending practice regularly, got in trouble for trash talk of increasing severity, etc.

result was he was kicked out of the program.

only when he was no longer playing basketball again, did he realise how much he missed it. and hence he got into streetball, where he was tremendously successful as someone with so much training, 'elite skills', and the overly confident attitude to boot.

then, one fateful day, he met jason and the rest is history.

[uwuwriting]

A little early for that w/ Todoroki, Shinsou and Bakugou

Request: hii can i req a hc of todo, shinsou, and bakugou seeing y/n taking care of eri then they’ll be like “i want a baby with you” :D - anonymous

Don’t get me started on the latest BNHA chapter. I just don’t want to talk about it. I’ll try to make a double upload today so maybe expect a song fic after this one Love ya.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: fluff

Todoroki Shoto 

-It was during Eri’s visit during christmas that it hit Todo. 

-You were dressed in a Santa costume just like everyone else with Eri gripping your hand as you took her around the room explaining all about Christmas celebrations. 

-It was a very mundane moment if you think about it. 

-You were being kind and caring to a child who had suffered immensely at the hands of Overhaul and you wanted to show her what the holiday was all about. 

-Now that he thinks of it, it shouldn’t have struck him like it did. 

-His chest became warm and fuzzy, his cheeks heating up a bit as he stared at you and Eri. 

-Then you kneeled down and brought Eri into a hug, raising her into the air so she could place an ornament on the class’s tree and it was game over for him. 

-He prides himself in being a rather collected person but at that moment he lost all sense of control over his emotions. 

-His mouth hung open and his chest started to squeeze, knocking the breath out of him. 

-He couldn’t help the thoughts of the both of  you owning a house somewhere not very far from Tokyo, waking up to you every morning , making breakfast with you and enjoying all the moments you shared. 

-Then other images flooded his mind. 

-Sitting in the living room as you steadied your toddler, a perfect mix of the two of you, helping them waddle towards him. 

-Him helping them place the ornament at the very top of your Christmas tree every time you decorated.

-He could see your smile so vividly he almost thought it was real. 

-It was a ridiculous thought for a 16 year old to have and he knew it but in that moment he let himself imagine it. 

-Before he knew it you were standing next to him, Eri running off to Aizawa excited to share what she just learned about christmas,  arms crossed over your chest as you let out a happy sigh. 

- “My santa work is done for the day.”

- “You would make a great mom” 

- *pikachu meme*

-He sensed your confusion *and so did your dead ancestors*

- “I want to be next to you when that happens.” 

-Girl you got whiplash from this whole conversation. 

-You couldn’t decide if you were soft and giddy since he basically said that he wants to start a family with you or if you were terrified because he said he wants to start A FAMILY WITH YOU WHEN YOU’RE BARELY 16. 

-In his defense he didn’t say he wanted to start now. 

-So you kinda calmed down. 

- “I-um thank you Sho. I think you would make a great father too.”

-Blushy blushy baby after that one. 

-Some denial sprinkled on top because trauma but blushy blushy boy. 

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Okay now third year Shinsou is a stressed Shinsou. 

-A third year you is a stressed you. 

-And a field day with your now ten year old somewhat trauma free adopted by your homeroom teacher child was what you both needed. 

-Shinsou is like a big brother to Eri at this point. 

-He has babysat her one too many times to not be considered at least a stable figure in her life. 

-You had decided to take a stroll in the park, the autumn air and all the pretty leaves making it a sight to behold. 

-Plus it had a pond with ducks. 

-And you love ducks. 

-Shinsou had brought some bread crumbs so you could feed them and that’s what you were doing when it hit him. 

-That weird domesticity. 

-You were crouched down on Eri’s height, one arm wrapped securely around her small waist so she wouldn’t fall into the pond and the other was outstretched with a piece of bread, motioning to the ducks to approach you. 

-It was a nice scene, picture perfect if you asked him and it did something to his heart strings. 

-Just like Todo he imagined walking home with you after a tiring day at your agency, your hands intertwined, matching golden bands circling your ring fingers. 

-He imagined a little Y/N being next to you and not Eri. 

-Vibrant purple hair sticking out at every which direction as they would throw bread at the ducks maybe even calling him over when one got too close. 

-He was so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t noticed you standing in front of him, waving your hand over his eyes so you could get his attention. 

- “Earth to Toshi!” 

-You giggled when he shook his head, his eyes wide as he stared at your smiling features. 

- “Eri is hungry-” “You are hungry Y/N-chan!!!” “- and she wanted to go get some good old onigiri from that new shop that opened down the street.” “Lies…”

-You side-eyed the little girl who outed you, her own eyes staring right back in accusation as you let out a sigh saying under your breath “I’m hungry”

-He couldn’t control his laughter as it bubbled from his lips, ruffling Eri’s hair while giving you a kiss on the lips as he circled his arm around your waist and took Eri’s with his other one. 

- “Can’t say no to my girls now, can I?” 

-It was later that night when he voiced his thoughts. 

-You were asleep in his dorm, laying basically on him with your head tucked in his neck as you breathed evenly. 

- “It’s a little early to think of kids but I can’t wait to have one with you.” 

-And with that he fell asleep his dreams being filled with images of you.

Bakugou Katsuki 

-You managed to get him to say that???

-Mister tough as balls?

-Mister imma roundhouse kick you if you look at me with affection in your eyes?

-Someone get this girl a medal. 

-But in all seriousness it was a very motherly move. 

-You were in your second year, the events of the war with the villains still haunting all of you so everyone was keeping an eye on their loved ones and their classmates. 

-Bakugou was no exception .

-Seeing people getting hurt severely, seeing himself so defeated and hurt during those battles had rattled him and he would always linger close to you, a slight paranoia having taken his place in his heart the past few months. 

-You understood why he did it, why he hovered next to you most of the time and if you were being honest it didn’t really bother you * except from that one time you went to the bathroom and he called you three times in a row bc he couldn’t see you and panicked*

-Eri was running around with Kaminari and Sero, the three of them playing tag with the one brain cell they all shared at the moment. 

-Suddenly, Eri tripped and fell, scraping her knee on the pavement, small tears forming in her eyes but she didn’t let them fall. 

-In a flash you were next to her, a hand massaging her knee around the area of the wound while the other one was cupping her cheek, your thumb making small circles on the girl’s cheekbones. 

- “It’s just a scratch. See? It’s not that bad.”

-Bakugou was just staring at the scene unfolding in front of him, his immediate thoughts being that you looked so motherly in that moment. 

-The concern and the reassurance reminded him of his mother when she would calm him down after he got hurt, before she became a pain in the ass *as he likes to say*.

-Without him even realizing it he made a mental image of your shared family. 

-A house in the outskirts, with a yard, maybe a dog running around. 

-But most importantly a little demon that looked like you, climbing onto your shared bed on his day off, nestling in between you two as it went back asleep.

-You making breakfast while having them in your arms. 

-He really wished he could see that now. 

-But he’s a little young and you wouldn’t really like having a baby before finishing high school sooo he kinda buried it. 

-He told you about it when you both were in his dorm getting ready for a movie night. 

-It was a more aggressive approach but you got the point of his little rant. 

- “I want to spend my life with you too Katsu.” 

- “SHUT UP SHITTY WOMAN!”

- “OI!”

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