#also what about the other stuff. i gotta bring some pain killers and probably some cold medicine and stuff

[tardis--dreams]

Love to hear to "not worry" about traveling with medication from someone who doesn't depend on medication ♡

[quinloki]

hello i'm eating up everythink this kink game is soo 😋😋😋

could you do branding, breeding and collar for Eustass Kid and Killer? (im a sucker for kid pirates what can I say, if you wanna add a third c of your own choice i'm all ears 🤭)

\o/ I'm enjoying doing these - I'm so glad people are enjoying them.

Branding, Breeding and Collaring - make talk about the Possessiveness Trifecta. Sucker for yandere that I am, I am not complaining, but a fair warning to everyone reading, I may go a bit hard on this.

Also - I 100% have some yandere Kid Pirates stuff I want to go balls to the wall toxic on, so I'm going to do these particular head canons from a healthy view point (save all my deep dark shadows for the multi-chapter stuff.)

Hmm.. I'm tempted to add Heat since I did Wire not too long ago, but I'm not feeling it so I'mma step outside the Kid Pirates for my wild card choice and go with hmmm...

(I've done breeding kink for : Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Rayleigh, Marco, Newgate, Jinbei, Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Lucci, Law and Kaku.)

Oh I was going to pick Sir Crocodile, because why not, but you know what, let's go with Smoker.

Eustass Kid:

Branding - Oh god you don't even know - Eustass isn't going to suggest this to you, but if you bring it up (tattoos, actual branding, cell popping) he'll be all for it. Safe and painless as possible - well, okay, I mean, sometimes the pain is the point, but my statement still stands. Cell popping is generally not-permanent but most other forms of branding are. Style, design, brand or tattoo, he's going to talk all the details out with you, and how you're going to go about getting it.

Strapped to a custom chair, completely naked, as either he - or someone trusted - does the work (hey if you head canon Kid as a tattoo artist, rock on). He'll tease, please, and praise you the entire time, probably record the entire thing for posterity too especially if it's a tattoo. If you're up for it, he'd be all in for you to have a couple tattoos - at least one everyone can see, and few for his eyes only.

Breeding - FUCK Yes - Man's got a specific piece of furniture for this. It's designed to be adjustable (It goes from 4'00" - 12'00" just because he could), and can be used with or without straps. It's got a few other addons, and it's multiple body type friendly.

Hey, Eustass makes things with his hands - not just metal stuff, the man's leather working and wood working skills are on point and I'm not even speaking in double entendre xD It's designed to keep from having the sub/bottom that gets on it from being too exhausted to be, well, bred. (Designed with their pleasure in mind cause some of these addons vibrate).

Thing of it like a comfy saddle with a sybian built into it (google that at your own risk).

Collaring - Oh god you don't even know - Obviously less permanent than branding, but there's a real "You gotta earn it" process to this for Kid. You don't just go around collaring people - putting someone in irons because they're a legit prisoner (or your role playing that sort of thing) isn't the same as this.

If you're okay with it he'll have a collection for you before long. From almost subtle chokers you can wear every day if you want, to ornate metal ones strictly for playtime, to fur-lined leather ones you could wear publicly if you wanted to. You can be sure all of them were made by Kid, and they're all going to be comfortable. The more comfortable you get wearing them, the more likely Kid is to loop a finger through them and pull you into a rough kiss without much warning.

Killer:

Branding - No - Tattoos are an exception to this, but permanently marking/scarring his partner is a big no for Killer. Careful temporary marking yes, but he's the one with the scars, and he doesn't want to cause you to have any (or any more than you already have). It's not that he needs your skin to be flawless, it's that he doesn't want to be the cause of any of your scars.

Killer's job is protecting - the Captain, you, the crew - and probably in that order if we're being legit. Now tattoo(s), something he designs, something you can each get (that not exact matches, but matches style), he's all for that if you are. He wants his somewhere he can easily see - and maybe even that can be easily seen. >.> He wants yours somewhere that only you and maybe the ship's doctor will ever see.

Breeding - FUCK Yes - I mean, have you see that breeding bench that Kid built?! Of course he enjoys using it, and this is a style of marking/possessiveness he can get behind. (ah, heh accidental pun there. get behind... xD) It's not just filling you up over and over that he enjoys, sometimes letting others fill you up too, but it's having you shudder and cum on his cock over and over too. He's into it just as much for your continued pleasure as his own.

The number of times your body tries to curl on that bench is going to be at least twice as often as Killer satisfies himself.

Collar - Oh god you don't even know - it's blue and white with a double row of spikes on it and somehow it is crazy comfortable to wear.

Well, at least that's the first one he gifts you. Killer won't force you to wear any collars, but he'll talk about them and their importance to him and what they mean, and when he gives you the first one he even reiterates that you don't have to wear it. But if you put it on yourself, or present your neck for him to put it on, it'll certainly have an effect on him.

And if you're willing to own/wear more, he'll be gifting a small variety to you. Though the first time he notices you wearing one outside of playtime, you might find yourself over his shoulder and on your way to the bedroom - or the nearest available secluded spot. He'll cool off a little with time (or learn better restraint), but that first time is going to hit him like a ton of bricks.

Smoker:

Branding - Rather not - Cell popping maybe, but branding or tattoos aren't really Smoker's vibe. You could probably convince him to get matching tattoos for say, like, your tenth wedding anniversary or something, but he'd be a little skittish about the idea before then. He certainly has a possessive streak, but it's more of you knowing that you're his, and not necessarily a need to make sure everyone else knows.

I mean, everyone else will know, but he doesn't need a tattoo or brand to get that point across.

Breeding - FUCK Yes - Pressed against the wall, bent over the couch, screaming muffled pleasure into the comforter on the bed, and trying to stifle your moans as you hold onto the balcony railing while getting railed. Smoker is going to take you rough and without a condom - your body's begging for his to be buried in you, who has time for anything else?

Wrapped in his smoke you'll swear you smell like his cigars no matter how much you wash. It's not unpleasant, but it also feels embarrassingly obvious to know that anyone else who knows what his cigars smell like is gonna know. Not that you're asking him to stop, you agreed to the arrangements after all.

Collar - Starts as a Sure turns into FUCK Yes - You're the one telling him about collars, and some of the meanings behind them in bdsm and all that, and he's not against it. He lets you pick out what you want, and reads up on safety about them, and you two incorporate it into your playtime.

At one point though, you greet him at the door after his shift, either in little more than the collar, or with it being visible along with what you're wearing (sexy surprises galore under the clothes, of course). The whole evening riles him up more than usual, and he becomes a lot more attached to collars. Eventually he even collars you almost ceremoniously during a session, having gotten a custom piece made for the occasion.

Kinky One Piece Head Canons

[cartoon-buffoon]

Despite taking a hiatus from writing I decided to cobble up something together from an AU idea for Epic Mickey because I COULDN'T GET THIS STUPID IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD! Because of my hiatus I'm posting this here rather than on my AO3 in order to just catalog this AU and it's premise in some way. Note that I still have yet to play the game and I really could sit down and play it now although I refuse too and I'm waiting for the remaster to come out. Be warned this is like 3,662 words, comes from an awful writer, and more than anything this is just an excuse for me to insert my favorite murderous rubberhose characters into a world and have them interact with my favorite normal rubberhose characters.

Repeating myself this time in bold letters: This is a fanfiction with 3,662 words that I'm posting here because why the fuck not. I have not played Epic Mickey yet this is an AU idea that takes place in that world. This features Oswald as well as the horror characters Bendy/The Ink Demon, Skitzo the 1920s Killer Bear, and the Cartoon Cat and Dog. As such these are MY takes on this character where they serve a role in this AU. Excuse the cringe and if you wanna spare yourself do not click, I am a bad writer and I never claim myself to be good. Also I basically copied and pasted this from my notes so there probably IS mistakes.

(also adding this but uhh I don't think this story needs any MAJOR content warnings but ya know this story is called "Blood and Ink" so expect blood and some stuff relating to it. Overall this entire thing is rated like T for teen. Oh and one last CW warning: cringe)

Blood and Ink

Oswald looked at the map the Sorcerer gave him, this was the right place yet he felt unsure about all of this. The area he found himself in wasn't known to anyone in wasteland but him, even then he never had been here. He never had any reason to be here until now. Wasteland was meant to be a savior from oblivion, a place that the forgotten would thrive and live, sadly some couldn't be spared. Even wasteland was home to a place where the forgotten truly came to die, a select few not even Yen Sid could save. As such he created a place for them, a place that served as a memorial to those who didn't even get a second chance.

The graveyard

That's where Oswald found himself, walking amidst the area where the dead came to dance and spirits of cartoons of long past lingered. The worst part? All the names and portraits on the graves he recognized. Each and every name littered on a gravestone was some toon he remembered yet seemingly no one else did. The lack of recollection made it so that this entire place was a reminder of the fate that had befallen them.

"No! I already went through the trouble of getting this!" Remarked Oswald while holding the magic brush he "borrowed" close like a weapon "I can't let it get to me now.... I gotta do this" stuffing the map down into his shorts he pressed on "if not for me, then for wasteland and everyone in it!"

Despite his own courageous words he was scared to death by the surrounding—well—death. It seemed like the faces on the tombstones followed him, the eyes of the fallen eyeing one of their brethren that was still breathing. Gravel and dirt made an uncomfortable noise scraping against the bottom of his paws, it was even more uncomfortable of a feeling. Despite the sensation he wasn't going to be deterred by pain, after all there was something much more frightening to worry about where he was at. Oswald knew the graveyard wasn't just a memorial, it's other purpose was the exact reason why he was here. The graveyard served as a prison for things that even Yen Sid had no control over.

The words of the Sorcerer echoed in the rabbit's mind, the warning he was given frightening him of what's to come: "some toons—nay—abominations do not deserve remembrance. There are some which are made of neither paint nor thinner which have no reason to exist, creatures not made to bring joy but to corrupt and feed on the joy that others bring. Toons, if you can even call them that, which are made of ink and blood. Like parasites you can't merely get rid of these accursed amalgams as well, like leeches they latch onto whatever comes their way, likewise they dwell in the world I created for you and so many others. Locked away in an area you know about yet never ventured into they await for whoever wishes to disturb them and open a gateway to their calamity" The look Yen Sid gave him was impossible to forget, Oswald saw fear in the Sorcerer's eyes as the last bit of the warning came out "I cannot save you nor wasteland if you call upon their aid as I'm bound to not interfere in your affairs, but I cannot bar you from this information either. It is your choice Oswald, I urge you to make haste and choose the fate of everyone, else your choice will be made for you by the powers at play"

It still gave him the chills, those words telling him how exactly dire everything was. Oswald pressed on however, hoping to get his mind off things he glanced at a grave trying to recall whatever poor soul was gone completely. There on the stone read the name of a long since gone toon by the name of “Krazy”. Curiously the grave was half-broken, chipped on one side via some vandalism caused by a brick. Upon closer inspection Oswald found the brick also had a name on it, “Ignatz” it read.

Oswald recalled the pair, one adoring the other and being met with a brick to the head. Despite the abuse they cared for each other, Ignatz and his violent ways was a sign of love, at least that's how Krazy interpreted it. The two toon's graves stabbed Oswald in the heart he was lacking, the knowledge that toons who had families, wants, dreams, all of which he also had were suddenly erased and left here pained him. This pain was just another motivator, he didn't want his friends or his family sharing the same fate, he didn't want wasteland to just be one giant graveyard where everyone was just words and pictures on stones. That mouse had forgotten and abandoned them despite everything they had been through, it was Oswald who had to be the hero now. Shaking off the emotional hurt Oswald stopped in front of a large stone mausoleum. The door was solid rock, the entire thing being rendered inert by the Sorcerer himself to prevent things from getting in. Well, it would be more exact to say he wanted to make sure nothing got out.

Oswald took a breath and pointed the paint brush at the two grey doors, ready to open it "alright magic brush, do your thing!" After a second or two nothing came out, the rabbit looked down with a frown "oh you gotta be kidding me, get on with it already!"

Slapping the hilt as if it were a toy that was running out of batteries, Oswald activated it's powers. Calling upon the magic that jostled through the enchanted item a torrent of blue paint came spilling out of the tip and onto the stone returning it to marble. After a few seconds the paint brush stopped, the last bits of paint fully giving life to the mausoleum, Oswald was unsure how exactly how to use it yet since he got to wasteland he had been testing it out. One could suppose it was just luck that he had figured out how to fire paint, how to use thinner was another story completely and he was unsure on how to call upon that power yet that didn't matter. What mattered right now was finding these things that could help him.

Trying to push the door open came with its own unique challenge, Oswald found his small statue made it hard to push solid marble. That wasn't going to get him down or stop him, instead he took a few steps back, holstered the paint brush via having his ears hold it, and puffed out his chest. With one quick charge the rabbit used all that strength he had earned by keeping the blot bottled long ago to open the door to something far, far worse. The heavy doors scraped at the ground and parted, Oswald's momentum carried him forward into the mausoleum sending him tumbling down some stairs deep into a crypt.

"AH!" He yelped whilst falling. Luckily for him he landed on his paws, well at least his paws landed first and all of his distached limbs slowly landed on top of each other after. Piece by piece Oswald was reassembled by gravity until he was standing there fine. "Phew!" He huffed "now where is-" his eyes landed on the brush next to him "there you are, let's get going"

Grabbing the brush the rabbit walked through the darkness and shadows with less fear than he had coming in. After all he had to save his world from whatever was happening to it. If the Sorcerer couldn't save it maybe these mysterious toons locked away could, rumors said they held creation powers similar in nature. These rumors weren't as kind to these toons as they were to the Sorcerer however, while Yen Sid was treated as some sort of guardian angel these creatures were treated like Boogeymen. Evil monochromatic beings that would snatch up a victim in the dead of night and gobble them up, at least that's what so many seemed to believe. Through a certain doctor's help Oswald had found out something different, bits and fragments of who or what they were got teleported into wasteland, posters for their cartoons, burnt film reels, and pens that their animators drew them up with. One such artifact were newspaper clippings detailing the hysteria that these creature's cartoons had brought upon anyone who viewed their cartoons. Their cartoons and the effect they had on the watchers were the exact reason why they were locked up. The things the audience did to themselves, what they did to each other, it was awful, the description of the people maiming one and another reminded Oswald of who exactly he was calling upon. He was asking for help from the downright evil.

That didn't matter still, instead of focusing on how horrific these things could be he descended into the crypt further until the door behind him slammed shut. Oswald's ears shot up and became detached by the startling slam, he didn't turn around though, he just had to keep going. Oswald kept walking until he finally reached the end of a long passageway which opened up into a large cavern. In the cavern at the very back were four projector screens that were powered off, just sitting there dormant and ready. It was pitch black and he couldn't make sense of whatever was going on behind the projector screen's circuits, besides there was no power in the cave so it's not like they'd be able to turn on anyways. Stumbling around he eventually walked right into the center of the room, this one little action awakening something he should have thought harder before asking for help.

The cavern was slowly covered in a grim red light that painted shadows on the walls, the shadows dancing and writhing while music played from nowhere. Now that he could see Oswald saw unlike the rest of the screens around wasteland these projector screens had no technology or mechanical parts behind them, they were just blank screens with red and black splotches on them. Wasteland itself seemed to sense this sinister presence, tints and turps came rising from the ground and flew at the projector screens to keep whatever was coming at bay. Once the spirits made contact the blue and green creatures suddenly stopped, the little wisps jittered around uncontrollably and Oswald watched as their color faded and were replaced with a crimson and black respectively. The newly made corrupted spirits circled the rabbit and crashed down at his feet, splatting red and black against the ground around him.

"What the?–ow!" Oswald grunted when some of the liquid hit his paw, it stung like hell although it didn't melt him like thinner would of "ah! Son of a Lady!"

All the corrupted guardians slammed into the ground and began creating a black and red insignia, Oswald quickly hopped away from it else he would be stung more. The insignia that grew was a giant star and it seemed to warp and shift once it became full, it wasn't some painting placed on the floor, it was like a living thing. The red light cast on the area began to fade making way for a very dim yellowish light, the rabbit was shrouded in darkness once more. The darkness uneased him, it felt as if there was something else there in it with him, waiting for him to move. Oswald's attention turned from the shadows to one of the projector screens which had some sort of spotlight cast onto it suddenly.

"huh?"

A voice unfamiliar to Oswald came from the darkness, it's voice broken and staticy. It was as if whoever was speaking was trying to mimic some announcer and with it came an entire orchestra. The mysterious music played and echoed off the walls, drums getting beat played while the star on the ground slithered over to the projectors.

"Ladies and gents, toons, tints, turps, blots and whatever-ya-call-it's, put your hands and paws together for the quartet EVERYONE'S screaming about!"

The projectors one by one tore and ripped apart, black and red oozed from the destroyed screens creating puddles on the ground which began to morph into shapes. Skeletal structures were formed from the blood and ink, the rising creatures soon growing flesh and cloth that covered their bones. Oswald gagged at the sight of the creatures slowly forming one by one. The first fully manifested and looked like a demented parody of a cartoon, it had small round ears and a short tail like a bear, a pronounced snout, two wide eyes that emitted a red glow, and it's proportions were odd, it had long limbs with an elongated torso only to end in a plump belly half covered by grey shorts. The most disturbing part was the blank grin with no emotion behind it, it's sinister smile contrasted with it's rather goofy appearance and haircut. The second creature grew out of a pillar of ink, its horns and teeth formed although it's face was obscured by black that dripped off its entire visage. Once it was fully created it stood hunched over on hoofed feet, spikes bristled up along its spine as it looked over to see the final two manifest. The final two creatures lashed at each other before even forming, inky claws grew from two puddles and clawed at the other until they stopped momentarily and sprouted out in the form of a lanky malnourished feline and canine. Both of them had bloody gums with large teeth and glowing eyes, seeing all this Oswald froze in place like a deer in headlights at the things awakening before him.

"Oh this is gonna be so FUN!" The grotesque toon feline exclaimed, its face morphing and stretching until it finally landed on an appearance that looked somewhat friendly, it stretched it's body over to Oswald quickly addressing him "hold on a minute will you pal? We gotta gather our bearings" the creatures head snapped around 180° to look at the bear who was scanning the room with his eyes which were white, it was as if trying to find something "speaking about bearings, Skitzo you find that runt yet?"

The bear—Skitzo as the cat called him, shook his head and let out a growl.

"Aww that's too bad, he'll turn up eventually, he always does, after all we can't kill him"

"Let the kid go, he don't do anything tos ya, Skitzo" the dog remarked.

In response Skitzo looked at the canine irked, the bear's eye twitched before both large white pupils of his turned red. The bear reached into his shorts and pulled out a jagged knife, a static noise filled the air as Skitzo spoke yet no words left his mouth.

The dog grew in size, now towering over the others he was summoned with at alert of the static noise “Oh yous looking for a fight already? Well buster step right up to the plate and you'll get what's coming to ya”

The two stared down at each other, seeing them get ready to fight the cat pulled out a frying pan and rolling pin and clobbered both over the head. The two immediately stopped their fighting, Skitzo’s eyes going white and the dog having a halo of stars spin around his head. The cat rolled his eyes and snapped back, his body and head fixing themselves while he addressed them

“alright, alright, you two cut it out, as much as I would love to see your ugly mug get ripped apart by Skitzo, now's not the time and you can brawl later” the cat looked around, trying to find the fourth member of his group "Inky, what're you do—oh! I see you're already back to ya old tricks"

Oswald was surprised to find while he was staring at the three titans in front of him the one a devil had changed shape, it now looked smaller in size, much smaller in fact. It was almost his own height now, it even looked more friendly sporting a wide grin with piecut eyes looking like a genuine toon. Skitzo scooped up the small creature up and placed him on his shoulder, the little devil quick to hop and and dangle his feet off the edge as he sat.

"Okay, nows that wes got that taken of, howzabout we do something about our viewer?”

The dog pointed to Oswald who had just idled by and watched everything unfold. A lump of spit built up in Ozzie's throat, with a comedically loud and audible "gulp" he swallowed it and spoke up.

"I'm-"

Before he could get another word out the cat had lunged forward and snatched Oswald up. The cat's face morphed back into a monstrous look with bloody gums and eerie shaking slit pupils.

"Oh we know who you are, ain't that right fellas!?"

All the creatures nodded in agreement. The small little devil melted into a puddle of ink on Skitzo's shoulder and slowly regrew back into the form of Oswald, albeit looking slightly different. It looked like a version of Oswald that was a bit more human in design, the rabbit remembered the style he had during that time yet it was still a surprise to see it again. In its copy state the devil began to dance around and sing a familiar song that struck a chord with the rabbit and brought back memories of when he had popularity. What scared Oswald was how the little devil perfectly copied his way of speaking back then right down to the very tone and annunciation.

"Lucky rabbit! That lucky Oswald rabbit! Nicest rabbit that you ever knew!"

The toons snickered, the cat quick to speak up again after his friend reverted shape "we've seen and heard all that you've done up until now, we don't really care about any of you toons yet what got our eyes is the fact that you went off the grid for a bit, you somehow when somewhere in this hell where we couldn't see or hear you and that caught our interest"

"Yous disappeared, showed back up holding that brush and suddenly comes looking for us? Yeah by that points we knew something fishy was up" the dog added.

"So now that there's no need for introductions, after all it don't matter if ya know our names" the cat's face grew in size, it got snout to snout with Oswald, breathing it's putrid breath that stunk of rotten flesh all over the smaller rabbit "why ARE you here?"

Oswald looked at them all determined, despite being in both the face and grip of danger he held his ground "I need help, wasteland is deteriorating and the sorcerer said you guys have some sorta power that can hopefully keep this place intact awhile longer, at least until a permanent solution can be found"

“Need our help?” The cat tilted its head unnaturally, its neck elongating slightly “that's the funniest thing I've heard in awhile! We don't help in fact, we do the complete opposite!”

Oswald was dropped onto the ground, he quickly picked himself up as well as the brush and kept up his pleas “You don't understand! It's gotten awful here, earthquakes, tsunamis coming from the thinner ocean, some toons are even naturally becoming inert! We don't even know what's causing it and I'm on my last paw” Oswald lowered his voice, feeling it not wise to come off aggressive in this deal he was trying to make “I don't want wasteland to be destroyed...”

The cat pulled out a giant magnifying glass in order to look at Oswald, the cat’s smirk grew wider seeing his desperation “heh, looks like you're in quite the pickle, can't say you're very smart for calling on us of all things though” the cat pulled out a cigar and lighter from seemingly nowhere and lit it up, taking a few puffs before putting it out on Skitzo's skin.

Skitzo giggled at the sensation, the cigar didn't go out and just caused more smoke to appear. The bear took the extinguished cigar and offered it to the little devil riding on his shoulder, once the devil declined with a head shake Skitzo just shrugged and swallowed the thing.

“Do ya knows who we even are?” The dog asked, leaning down on all fours to look at Oswald.

“You're toons” Oswald replied “toons who are not very nice..." He trailed off at the recollection of what their cartoons did to whoever watched them.

“Well you're right about one thing, we ain't nice”

“Yeah, that's putting it bluntly!”

“whatcha got dead wrong though is the fact that we're toons, nah we're something far more scary”

All of them seemed to surround Oswald, even the little devil hopped off Skitzo’s shoulder and shifted back into its larger demonic state. Skitzo’s eyes turned red again, the bear brandished his knife and stood ready to bring the massive blade down upon the rabbit. The cat and dog grew in size, the cat now sporting scruffy fur with gloved hands that were also claws, the dog took a form something similar although it's body didn't stay consistent, constantly shifting and changing growing massive or shrinking suddenly. The now large demon made of ink got ready to pounce, resting on its heels it awaited the signal from all the others to maim. All the monstrous toons casted a shadow over Oswald blocking out the magical dim light, despite it all the rabbit stood unwavered. Oswald stared back at them with a scowl and readied the paintbrush in his hands, he was ready for a fight and he expected these things to not be the negotiating type. The monster's smiled seeing their soon to be victim so full of life and confidence, what could a little cartoon rabbit and a brush do to them? After all they weren't even on the same plane as the toons, they took pride in saying exactly what they were to someone who wouldn't be able to hear for much longer.

“We're terrors!”

[incorrect-life-of-me]

“here are some popular tiktok sounds that come from musicals:

“You remind me of a girl I once knew, god by now she’s well in middle age probably 41, 42. huh, thank you? Uh, oh my god, no no.” Waitress, It only takes a taste

“You could use a buddy Don't you want a pal? (Yes I do! Yes I do!) Girl, the way I see it Your daddy should be leavin' And you should stick aroundWhat?Nothing So, Lydia, don't end yourself Defend yourself Daddy is the one you should maim Together we'll exterminate, assassinateNoThe finer points can wait But first you gotta say my nameGo ahead and jump but that won't stop him Here you got a solid plan B option I can bring your daddy so much pain All you gotta do is say my name Girl, just say it three times in a row Then you won't believe how far I'll go I'm on the bench, but coach Just put me in the game All you gotta do is say my nameI don't know your nameWell, I can't say itHow 'bout a game of charades?Yes, let's play itTwo wordsRightSecond wordUh-huhDrink?NoBeverage?NoWine?NoJuice?YesOkay First wordOkayBug?NoAnt?Close, but noBeetle?YesBetelgeuse?Wow, I'm impressed And all you gotta do is say my name three times Three times in a row it must be spoken Unbroken Ready?YeahOkay, goBetelgeuseYesBetelgeuseYesBeeeeeOh, oh, this is gonna be so good'CauseWhat?You're so smart A stand-up bro I'll think about your offer Let you know But I prefer my chances down below BetelgeuseYesBetelgeuseYesBeing young and female doesn't mean that I'm an easy mark I've been swimming with piranhas I don't need a shark Yes, life sucks But not that much Okay, Betelgeuse Betelgeuse Be a doll and spare the lectureI'm offering you a full-time specterAre you any good?You bet'cha Trust me, babyI just met ya Really it's a flattering offerDon't you wanna see dad suffer?I think I'd rather just jump off Now may be suicidal But Betelgeuse, it's not as if I've lost my mind“ (this whole god damn song) Beetlejuice, Say my Name

“And it’s hard, its hard, its really really hard its sexy but its hard Sexy but it's hard This bar that I'm Raising to be this amazing!” Something Rotten, Hard to Be the Bard

“So you write down a word but it’s not the right word so you try a new word and you hate the new word And you need a good word but you can't find the word Oh where is it, what is it, what is it, where is it! Blah-blah-blah, ha ha, ah-ha -UGHHHHHHHH!” Something Rotten, Hard to Be the Bard

“Ooh, don't be bitter Ooh, 'cause I'm fitter Ooh, why hasn't it hit her? He doesn't want to bang you Somebody hang you” Six, Don’t Lose Your Head

“The only thing you wanna do is...Yeah, that didn't work out So I decided to have a break from boys And you'll never guess who I met Tall, large, Henry the Eighth Supreme head of the Church of England” Six, All You Wanna Do

“We start with stars in our eyes We start believing that we belong But every sun doesn't rise And no one tells you where you went wrong” Dear Evan Hansen, Waving Through A Window

“I can show you what comes next So don't be freaked Stay in your seats I do this bullshit, like, eight times a week” Beetlejuice, The Whole Being Dead Thing

“You're, You're gonna be fine On the other side DIE! YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE! YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE!” Beetlejuice, The Whole Being Dead Thing

“Dear Diary, why, why do they hate me why dont i fight back why do i act like such a creep why wont he date me why did i hit him why do i cry myself to sleep” Heathers, Beautiful

“I like looking hot buying stuff they cannot I like drinking hard maxing dads credit card i like skipping gym scarring her screwing him” Heathers, Candy Store

“Martha dumptruck in the flesh he comes the cootie squad we should shut up heather sorry heather look whos with her oh my god dang dang diggity dang dang” Heathers, Big Fun

“Heaven forbid someone whisper "He's part of some scheme" Your enemy whispers So you have to scream I know about whispers I see how you look at my sister” First Burn, cut hamilton song

“What comes next? You've been freed Do you know how hard it is to lead? You're on your own Awesome, wow! Do you have a clue what happens now?” Hamilton, what comes next

“Ha you don't even know what you're asking me to confess ConfessYou have nothing, I don't have to tell you anything at all Unless UnlessIf I can prove that I never broke the law Do you promise not to tell another soul what you saw?No one else was in the room where it happened Is that a yes? Um, yes” Hamilton, we know

“Oh, I'm gonna do this right Show you I'm not moving Wherever you go, I won't be far to follow Oh, I'm gonna love you so You'll learn what I already know I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me When you say never you can tryyyy oh but I” Waitress, You are never ever getting rid of me

“And I was like, what the heck I gotta do to be with you? (What the heck I gotta do) What the heck I gotta do to be with you? (What the heck I gotta do) Who do I have to be for you to be with me?” 21 Chump Street, What the heck I gotta do

All of little miss perfect

“O-M-G, Brooke, answer me Look, wait until I tell you what I saw Ignore And also space and frowny faceI'm sorry that Jeremy made out with me at the party but it was totally his fault and lets not let boys ever come between us ever again, mkay? Smiley face, lipstick, kitty paw hey We cool? We are Ok, so at the end of last nights party, did you see Rich? No, I was crying” Be More Chill, The smartphone hour

“Come back in, the welcome mat is on the floor lets begin this story needs an ending homosexual” Falsettos, Falsettoland - About Time

“Because it's a musical A musical And nothing's as amazing as a musical” Something Rotten, A musical

the first half of the end of the line

“Look at my ass look at my thighs im cat nip to the guys they chase my tail They drool and pant Wanna touch this but they can't” Legally blonde, Bend and Snap

“There! Right there! Look at that tan, well-tended skin Look at the killer shape he's in Look at that slightly stubbly chin Oh, please, he's gay, totally gay!” Legally Blonde, There! Right! There!

(these are the only ones i can remember..)

[thegracelessfaceless]

Can u do head canons for Travis with a s/o that he’s been best friends with for a long time and ends up dating // like he introduces him to the gang and they’re just like ... yeah wow your definitely straight bud // I’m tryna write a whole fan fiction on the concept and wondered what lil things other people would say about that idea // I would deffo give u credit for helping me get my head around the concept :)

Alright, Anon, I'll try to help, but for Travis, I always pair him with my OC, BISO (Big Intimidating SO), who will be officially named in this post (but probably still affectionately referred to as BISO (he's growing up so much, my baby OC)) Also, this may not exactly come out in headcanons. When I really get going, it turns into an imagine. I hope you're alright with that. And you better tag me! I wanna read what you write 😅.

(I was trying to find intimidating boyfriend gifs. Did it work?)

Disclaimer: this ficlet is based off of a character(s) and setting from Sally Face (© Portable Moose). It is fictional, and moreso, fiction filtered through an individual imagination. Any likenesses to IRL people are purely coincidental. If you are triggered by it, or it's not for you, sorry, send in an ask, and we'll figure out something!

Travis Phelps had a secret. Well a couple of secrets. Sal Fisher had figured out one of them, but for some reason he kept good mouth shut. When Travis had asked Sal why, Sal had replied with a simple, "It's not my news to share." And no more. Sometimes the peace that radiated from Travis' old crush infuriated Travis blindly. Other times, it was comforting.

A new boy had moved to Nockfell, a tall, muscular intimidating new boy. Travis had been drawn to him, like a moth to flame.

Whenever the new boy had walked through the halls, his classmates parted to create a path for him with uneasy faces. Poor Travis, only having had one crush (and it luckily was on the nicest boy on Earth), didn't know how to even approach the handsome leviathan, much less ask him in a date. So Travis tailed him, sure he'd work up the courage to speak to him.

It took days, but the new guy had noticed Travis' continual presence and his failure to even introduce himself. Thinking that this was some type of new kid hazing since he'd heard that Travis was the resident bully, he'd had enough and caught Travis off guard after fourth period.

His large hand closed around the collar of Travis' fuchsia sweater and gripped it. Then the new boy lifted Travis from the ground by it in order to bring Travis face to face with him. Travis froze in his grip, feet dangling, as the guy must have stood to be six foot five or six inches.

"What the hell is your problem dude?!"

Travis was left to dangle, mouth opening and closing like a guppy. He was so embarrassed that he felt like his face was going to suck out of the back of his head. He'd thought he had meant the words "Shame swallows me whole" when he'd written them to Sal, but he felt it now twice as strongly.

"I-I wanted to introduce myself. Was trying to get the courage" Travis confessed, and flinched then, eyes squeezing shut, head turned away, waiting for a punch that didn't come.

Once Travis noticed that the side of his face wasn't about to be caved in, his small confession grew branches and they sprouted from his mouth, "The first time I saw you, I wanted to know you better. Maybe we could hang out... Like on a date or something?"

Travis looked up from the spot on the floor his eyes were burning a hole through, into the new kid's face. The boys expression softened and he sat Travis on his feet. Travis looked down and kicked the toe of his foot into the ground, so he missed when toys bear of a guy just envelopes him in the most tender hug. One moment, he's staring at the floor, the next, he's in strong muscular arms and staring into to an equally muscled chest.

Intimidating as he may have looked, the new boy was actually the biggest sweetheart. He saw Travis' flinch and it broke his heart that someone could expect pain that unprovoked. Sure he'd snatched him up, but he hadn't offered much violence. Only gotten Travis' attention. He'd wanted to hug that flinching away, so he tried.

He pulled away from Travis a little, looking down at him, "Do you want to know my name before or after this date?" They didn't share classes, he only knew Travis' name from whispers about him in the halls.

Travis was already blushing, and now he was turning a deep crimson, completely out of his comfort zone, "I'm, I'm sorry, where are my manners? I'm Travis."

"It's okay, you were working up the courage to introduce yourself, remember? I'm Will."

The two were practically inseparable from that moment on, together whenever they were out of class, but at school, and frequently after too. They had their date, a twilight picnic at Wendigo Lake. Sal had started asking Travis to try hanging out with the Gang™ and told him that he could bring his new friend, though his demeanor was knowing, like he knew Travis and Will had become a couple. No words had exchanged been Travis and Will about their status, but them they didn't need to talk about it. They were just... Together. They had, started to hold hands in private places, even had their first kiss, and more, riding high on the excitement of young love.

So Travis had accepted Sal's invitation to hang out at Larry's place after school and extended the invitation to Will, who of course accepted. Larry let them in, body language stuff, but Sal was there to meditate, and frankly, Travis just didn't feel like fighting with Will around him. Will exuded the same peace that Sal did, but instead of getting annoyed by it, Travis basked in it.

Sal led conversation, made small talk, and eventually everyone relaxed enough to have a worthwhile conversation. Ashley, Todd, Todd's boyfriend Neil, and a guy Sal called Robert had joined the four of them and conversation was flowing, Larry, Sal, abs Robert talking about music.

"You two should check out Soundgarden. The lead guitar is killer" Robert was saying.

"Oh, yeah, man, Cornell is a god" Will piped up as he laced his fingers with Travis'. Then he leaned over and kissed Travis' lips, a quick peck.

You could have heard a pin drop. Everyone but Sal, and strangely Today and Neil, were looking at Will with shocked faces.

Will's brow furrowed in confusion, "What? Ya'll look like you got poked with a cattle prod."

Everyone was still shocked, so Sal took the liberty to explain. "I think they're surprised because they didn't know either of you were gay."

Will laughed then, a deep rumbling laugh that turned into a guffaw "You mean you were still in the closet? With your friends?"

"You know my situation, Will. Can you blame me?"

Will squeezed Travis' hand, showing that he was sorry and there, "Not a bit."

"We won't judge you guys" Larry said, "You gotta do what makes you happy."

Travis nodded, his golden brown skin a little paled out, "Thanks, Larry."

"Anytime, man, what are friends for?"

[the-awkward-outlaw]

Hi! Before anything else, I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your writing! So the scenario I had in mind: Arthur gets severely injured on a job and reader gets really protective (She also gets extremely angry angry at whatever happened/whoever caused it. Tbh it was probably Micah). She then cares for Arthur day by day until he’s better. He says he doesn’t want to be fussed over but in reality he secretly likes it.

Thanks for sending this, Anon, and thank you for the compliment! 🥰 Fluffy Arthur is my favorite Arthur (I would fucking die for this man!) 

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You don’t like the look on Micah’s face. Not one bit. Then again, you’ve never trusted the slimy man leading you and Arthur down the muddy road of Valentine. He’s so damn arrogant and he always acts like his plans are going to go as smooth as butter, but then they almost always end in gunfire. There’s just something about him you don’t like. 

Arthur’s by your side too, but if he’s as nervous as you are, he doesn’t show it. He and Micah trade some snappy remarks. They’ve never really liked each other, that much is obvious. Arthur holds your hand lazily, something he always likes to do when you’re both out and about. You squeeze his hand, wanting to let him know something doesn’t feel right. He squeezes back. 

“Just relax, cowpoke,” Micah simpers, walking slightly ahead of the two of you. “This doctor's dim. I went and talked to him earlier, scoped the place out. This job’s on the level. You and your girl just go in there, rob whatever he’s got hidden in that back room, and get out. Easy as pie.” 

“If it’s so easy, why didn’t you rob him when you was scopin’ the place?” Arthur retorts. 

“Because I was playin’ injured, cowpoke. Besides, he’s likely to go snippin’ to the sheriff, what with him being next door. I ain’t so dumb as to rob the sheriff’s neighbor without someone to back me up.” 

Arthur sighs. “Why do I get the feelin’ this is gonna end in us shootin’ our way out of this damn town?” 

“Because that’s how Micah rolls,” you say, making sure he can hear you. “I ain’t ever known anyone so keen to trade bullets.” 

“It ain’t gonna be like that! You both act like I go around, asking people to duel,” Micah growls. You roll your eyes. With Micah’s record, he might as well be doing that. 

Micah leads you over to the doctor’s office. Then, leaning on a pillar holding up the building, he looks around, feigning innocence. “A’right, Y/N, you go and hold that doctor down. Arthur, go get the backroom. Should be easy. I’ll keep watch here, make sure no one suspects anything.” 

“Why don’t you go rob the backroom and I’ll keep a watch on the street?” Arthur says. 

“Because it’s my job, Morgan, I get to call the shots. Now do this quickly before someone sees us three lookin’ too chummy out here.” 

Arthur mutters something but goes inside. You go in a second later and immediately pull out your pistol, aiming it at the doctor. “What you got in that backroom?” you growl. 

The doctor, his face pale, licks his lips and raises his hands. “N-nothin’, I swear. Just a…. A friendly card game for folks willin’ to pay higher stakes.” 

“Well why don’t we drop in on these high-payin’ folks?” Arthur says. He gestures with his revolver for the doctor to lead the way to the backroom. The doctor knocks on the metal door and a slot opens, revealing a pair of eyes. You and Arthur hide as to avoid being seen. 

“J-just me,” the doctor says. “I brought some food and whiskey for you boys.” 

“Eh, it’s only the doc.” 

The door opens and you grab the doctor by his collar and shove him down into his exam chair, pointing your gun at him so he can’t run off to tattle. Arthur heads into the room and there’s immediate yells and a gun goes off. You hear something heavy fall, but you’re sure it’s nothing. Arthur’s more than capable of taking care of himself. That is until you hear someone inside laugh and say, “We got ‘im, boys! Arthur Morgan himself!” 

Quickly, you smash your gun into the doctor’s head, knocking him out, then you dash into the room. There, you’re met by four O’Driscolls and a saloon girl. Arthur’s on the ground, sitting against a wall, a dark circle on his lower left side blooming wider. He’s groaning in pain, the gun knocked from his hand lying beyond his reach. 

Before the O’Driscolls can point their guns from Arthur to you, you pull your trigger, taking them down with such speed it surprises even you. The saloon girl screams and backs into a corner. 

“Don’t shoot!” she pleads. 

“Arthur!” you whimper, ignoring her and going over to him. As you lean down to inspect him, he suddenly grabs your pistol and aims it at the saloon girl, who had managed to get a hold of one of the corpse’s guns. He shoots her and she falls. 

“Oh, Goddamn it, Arthur!” you say. You unbutton his shirt and see a bullet wound below his ribs. 

“It-it’s nothin’, darlin’.” 

“Don’t look like nothin’. Come on.” With enormous effort, you help Arthur up to his feet. Then you haul him to the doctor’s exam chair, push the doctor’s unconscious body out of it, and plop Arthur into it. 

“Okay, honey, stay with me. We gotta get this bullet out.” 

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Just… let’s get out of here. That sheriff’s an idiot, but even he must’ve heard them gunshots.” 

“I’ll be quick, Arthur. Just hold still.” 

You run around the room, gathering instruments and bandages. You find a set of long, thin tongs, the perfect shape to do the job. Removing a bullet is a nasty business. You had it done once when you’d been shot in the leg years ago. It was one of the most painful things you’ve ever endured. 

After gathering your things, you scour the doctor’s shelf up front. Micah peaks in.

“What the hell is taking so long? I talked the sheriff down since you couldn’t manage to keep things quiet.” 

“Shut the fuck up, Micah. Arthur’s been shot. Just keep an eye out, make sure no one gets nosy.” 

He rolls his eyes and leaves the room again. After hunting through the shelves, you come along a bottle of something labeled as aspirin. You’ve heard of this stuff, it was recently discovered to be a pain killer. You grab it and a bottle of unopened whiskey and go back to the room. 

You shove several pills down Arthur’s throat and then pour some alcohol onto his wound. He yells out in pain, but then you instruct him to drink it. 

“Arthur, this is gonna hurt like nothing else. But we gotta get this thing out,” you say sympathetically, holding the tongs. 

He’s sweating profusely, but he nods and grips the arms of his chair. You work the cogs of the chair so it leans back, giving you a better angle. Then you go to work. It’s excruciating pain for him and you apologize as tears leak from his eyes. You pour more whiskey on the wound as you work, but you have to dig a bit to find the bullet. Finally, you grab it and pull it out. He gasps as you hold it up. 

You quickly bandage him up, though you’re not satisfied with the job. Now there’s the problem of hiding his bloodied shirt so you can get him out of here. You help him to his feet and lead him to the front room and then quickly dash out to the horses, ignoring the blood on your hands. After retrieving his tan coat, you help him slide it on and then out to the horses. Micah’s waiting next to them, clearly impatient. 

“So much for me bein’ the one who starts the gunfire,” Micah growls. 

“Shut the fuck up before I put a bullet in your head,” you snarl. It takes all your strength to help Arthur up into his saddle, but he’s a trooper. He does his best to act normal as you all walk out of town, but it’s clear he’s in a lot of pain. 

As soon as he’s in Horseshoe Overlook, you walk him over to his cot and he plops down into it. He pants heavily and you put your hand on his chest, sitting down by his side. 

“Easy, honey. You can rest now.” 

He grabs your hand, comforted by your presence. Slowly, you undress him, flinging his ruined shirt to the side. After closing the flaps of the tent so the others won’t see him lying half naked in his bed, you rejoin his side. 

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Over the next couple of weeks, you care for Arthur, hardly letting him leave his cot. He keeps pleading with you to stop fussing over him, that he’s an adult who can care for himself, but he loves it. He loves how protective you’ve gotten over him. Hell, Micah isn’t even allowed on this side of camp anymore. He’d probably have better chances of fighting off a cougar than you. Even Sean knows not to come over and rib Arthur for being laid up, even though he means it all in good fun. 

Every day, you’ve gone out to collect fresh herbs from the surrounding area that will help with his pain. Not only that, but you usually bring back a rabbit or a turkey, some kind of small animal. Instead of giving them to Pearson though, you cook them over the scout fire and give Arthur as much as he can eat. He complains that he’s going to gain more weight than he’d like, but he secretly likes that you’re doing it. 

Every night, he pulls you into his arms, stating you can’t go around being strong for the both of you all day. You love cuddling with him like this, hearing his heartbeat beneath your head, his warm skin against yours, his fingers tracing your scalp or back. 

Of course, sometimes these evening cuddles lead to further activities, but you never let him be the dominant one. Usually he’s the top, but when he’s laid up like this, you won’t let him. Instead of being disappointed, he finds it incredibly sexy how you take control of things. He definitely intends to let things go this way after this. 

Hosea comes up to him one day while you’re out collecting herbs. He’s one of the few people who can safely walk this close to your tent without fear of getting their ass kicked. He takes a seat next to Arthur, who’s writing in his journal. 

“That girl eased up on you yet?” Hosea asks. 

Arthur smiles softly. “No. Honestly I don’t think she intends to until this is barely even a scar anymore.” He gestures down to his bandages. 

Hosea lets out a soft chuckle. “She’s tough, that girl. I’ve never seen Dutch so afraid of talking to someone before. Pretty sure she’s the only thing preventing him from coming over to you and begging you to get out there and ‘make us some money’.” 

Arthur laughs. “Dutch is scared of her, huh?” 

“You would be too if you saw how she looks at pretty much all of us. I’m surprised Micah’s still sticking around, honestly. She, uh, clocked him in the jaw the other night when he made it sound like you messed up in that doctor’s office.” 

“I did mess up, Hosea. I wasn’t prepared enough. I just thought it’d be some ranchers who got more money in their pockets than most folk in that town. I didn’t expect those damn O’Driscolls.” 

“It ain’t your fault, son. But you’ll be fine. Hell, you ain’t allowed to be anything else with that girl looking after you.” 

Arthur chuckles again. “So she really gave Micah a good one, huh?” 

“Oh yes. He’s got this big ol’ bruise on his face now. Like I said, I’m surprised he’s still in camp when she’s here.” 

“Hosea, I uh, I been thinkin’. I wanna marry her.” 

Hosea sits up straighter. “You sure? I know how your last engagement went, Arthur.” 

“That was completely different, Hosea. I was young and dumber then. This ain’t the same. Y/N ain’t Mary. She’s…. She’s far better, and she makes me feel like I ain’t just a killer and a bad man. I… I don’t know how to describe what I feel about her, Hosea. All I know is if I don’t ask her, it’ll be the biggest regret of my life.” 

Hosea smiles and puts his hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “Well, I’m happy for you, son. Being married was the best thing I ever did, and Y/N’s a special woman. You’d be a fool for not asking her.” 

Just then, Hosea looks up to see you coming over, your hands full of herbs. He waves to you, in which you return it. He gives Arthur a curt nod and heads off. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Arthur says, closing his journal. You return the greeting and sit down by his feet, getting your things together to start grinding the herbs up. 

“Hold on, sweetheart. Before ya get busy, come here.” 

“Why?” you say, looking up at him. 

“Just come here. Please?” he says, holding his arms out to you. 

With a soft smile, you get up and crawl into his arms, letting him fold them around you and hold you close. He kisses your head softly, never wanting to let you go. He wants to ask you right now to be his wife, but the timing feels wrong. He wants it to be special, wants you to know how much he adores you. 

“Thank you, darlin’, for everythin’ you done.”

“Of course, Arthur. I’d do it all over again if I needed to.” You place a soft kiss over his heart that makes him almost swoon. He knows now that he will never stop loving you. 

Just as he’s about to say something, Strauss comes over and interrupts. “Herr Morgan, I have another job for you.” 

“What is it, Strauss?” he asks, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I lent money to a fellow named Downes. Thomas Downes. I need you to reclaim the debt. Beat him, if you must.” 

As quick as lightning, you leap up and glare at Strauss. Arthur’s told you how much he loathes this sharking business. You’re tired of it too. It’s a foul business and one you want him having no part of. 

“If this money’s so important to you, Strauss, why don’t you go get it yourself?” you snarl. 

He looks at you haughtily. “Because, Y/N, people are happy to take money from a man like me, but less willing to give it back.” 

“Well then maybe you need to grow a damn spine for once and do your own damn dirty work. Either that or find another way of making money for the gang. One with less… filth.” 

“I am the one feeding you and the other women in camp-” he begins but you shove him so hard he takes several steps back.

“Bullshit! How many days have Arthur spent out there slaving away to bring down animals and sling ‘em back to camp? You ain’t feedin’ no one but yourself! How many folks have we all robbed and stolen from, while you just go out peddling a few bucks here and there. You’re a sad, lyin’, miserable sack of shit who has no place here! No get out of my sight before I put a bullet in your skull!” 

Strauss, his eyes wide and his lizardish lips parted, starts heading away from you quickly, his tail between his legs. As he scurries off, you scream at him one last time.

“And if you ever tell my man to get your damn money back, I’ll throttle ya, is that clear?” 

He doesn't respond but you know he heard you. After letting out a long sigh, you turn back to Arthur, who’s looking at you surprised. 

“What?” you say.

He swallows. “Damn, darlin’, that was-” 

“Long overdue?” you say. 

“No, well yes, but I was gonna say that was one of the sexiest things I ever seen.” 

You blush and smile at him. 

“You got anymore of that energy left in ya?” he says, his eyes sliding down your body. 

“Why?” 

“‘Cause I was thinkin’ you better close these flaps and show me what else you got.” 

With a giggle, you do as he says. Then you take him so hard Arthur will never forget this afternoon. In fact, he will hold onto it for many years and on the days when he needs you physically but you aren’t around, he’ll use it to help relieve the pressure while being alone. 

As the two of you go at it, he wishes again to ask you to marry him, but you’ve got him groaning and panting so hard he can barely work out two words. One thing is clear to him though: not marrying you will be the dumbest thing he could possibly do.

[victory-cookies]

we were fools to think that nothing could go wrong (chapter 3)

Milo woke up from a restless sleep with a jolt, the sound of screaming still ringing faintly in his ears. His heart raced and he was breathing unevenly, each inhale and exhale shallow and shaky. He couldn't bring himself to be more than barely cognizant of the large boulder that had smashed through his bedroom wall at some point in the night, leaving a sizable hole that let the chilly morning air in.

He closed his eyes again, trying to steady his breaths, before he sat up and forced himself to get out of bed.

"C'mon, Murphy, you gotta get going," he murmured groggily, fighting back a yawn.

Once he had climbed down the ladder to the floor (thankfully without incident), he turned his attention to the boulder and let out a small, tired sigh.

It was a bit of a distraction, at least.

"Hey Mom?" he called as he walked to grab clothes from his closet, skirting the near-car-sized rock now sat in the middle of his room.

"Yes?" came her voice faintly from downstairs.

He pulled out a button-up, slightly beat-up body armour, and shorts and began to change into them. "Boulder came through the wall last night!"

"I'll call insurance!" she replied. "Also, breakfast is on the table whenever you're ready!"

"I'll be down in a sec!" He pulled on a sweater vest and grabbed his backpack, which he had packed the night before. "Alright, first day back to school," he said to himself. "Let's make it incredible!"

***

He tried to ignore how his voice shook a little on the last syllable.

"Milo!" came a chorus of voices as he walked up to the bus stop, hands tightly gripping the straps of his backpack.

He grinned as he saw who it was. "Hey Melissa, hey Za— oof!" He was cut off as Melissa rushed to embrace him, lifting him off the ground.

She put him back down. "Thank god you're back! It was getting so boring around here without you."

"Yeah, I think I woulda died if I had to sit through one more history class without anything catching on fire." Zack added. "You feelin' better? You had it pretty rough there for a while."

Milo rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I'm just a little tired. And my leg's still in a splint, of course, but at least I can walk without crutches now!"

"Oh yeah right, your leg! Didn't it break that when we got knocked out during the fight?" Melissa asked. She and Zack had been for a visit with Milo once while he was still in hospital care, but it had been cut short when a nurse had come in for a routine checkup and kicked them out. They hadn't exactly had time to discuss much beyond how Milo was out of his coma and how they all were glad that everyone was at least somewhat okay. Along with that, the fact that she was half-out when the whole leg-crushing event had transpired made Milo wonder if she had forgotten his leg had been broken entirely.

He assumed he was right, seeing her expression turn mildly embarrassed, as if she'd heard what she'd said and only then realized how it sounded.

He smiled softly at her. "Yeah. I was lucky that I only had my leg hit by that falling wall, unlike you two. That must've hurt."

"Yeah..." she replied, touching the back of her head and grimacing. "Good thing, too, because if you'd been out too we would have been screwed."

"Oh yeah, we heard about what you did, by the way, pulling us to safety after we got knocked out. Thanks for that, man. You... you definitely saved our lives there," Zack said. "And you did it with a broken leg."

"Eh, no biggie," replied Milo, laughing nervously, trying to push the resurfacing memories of the event as far out of his mind as possible. "All that matters is that you guys are fine."

"Dude, you saved us from some big-ass scary mechs while you had a broken leg! Don't sell yourself short," exclaimed Melissa. “If it weren’t for you, we would have been in some deep shit.”

Suddenly, a voice came from behind them. “If it weren’t for Milo, you wouldn’t have needed to be saved in the first place, you know.”

Melissa whirled around, glaring. “Shut your piehole, Bradley.”

Bradley leaned up against the bus stop signpost and shrugged. “I’m just saying, Milo's the whole reason stuff like that happens. Giant killer robots—"

"Mechs." Melissa corrected.

"—mechs, whatever, they don't just show up ready to go on a murderous rampage around normal people!" Bradley crossed his arms. "Half of downtown was destroyed, Melissa, and they're still cleaning up the robot—"

"Mech."

"Shut up. They're still cleaning up the robot carcasses and trying to find the bodies of people who died in the building collapses!"

Uncomfortably vivid flashes of memories from the battle were now rushing back to Milo, and he gulped. "Hey guys..." he said quietly, but he was cut off as Melissa took a step towards Bradley.

"So? None of that is Milo's fault!"

"Everything that could have gone wrong did, Melissa! Our city was invaded by robots from the future who, if I'm remembering their speech from the news correctly, were, oh right, looking for Milo!"

Melissa was beginning to look like she was going to scream. "Oh no, you do not get to blame Milo for this."

"Why not?"

"Because he's not responsible for anything that happened that day! In fact, he probably was the reason more people didn't get hurt! He's certainly the reason Zack and I aren't dead!"

"Guys?" said Milo again. "Could you stop?"

"Without him around there wouldn't have been people endangered in the first place! Him being there caused it!"

"Bradley, I will say this one last time: none of this is Milo's fault! He didn't hurt anyone!"

At that, Milo's face paled. He remembered Cavendish and Dakota's account of the post-battle destruction, remembered the mech he saw destroyed right in front of his own eyes, right after he'd hit it with a bolt of energy he still hadn't figured out how he'd created.

Oh, he definitely hurt some people. Maybe not the people Melissa was referring to, but still...

He wondered if he'd ever stop feeling nauseous whenever he re-remembered that fact.

Probably not.

"Well—"

"Will you two stop!?" Zack exclaimed suddenly. "Some of us don't want to hear it."

The two of them quieted and turned to face him.

He sighed. "Thank you." He then turned to Milo and placed a gentle hand on his arm. "You alright?"

Milo realized he was shaking a little. "Oh, yeah, I— I'm fine."

"Cool. Just take some deep breaths, okay?"

Milo nodded and did as he was told, slowly breathing in and out until he began to feel a little less shaky.

They all stood there in silence for a moment, Melissa still fuming, Zack maintaining a comforting hold on Milo's arm, Bradley repeatedly curling and uncurling his plant hand and sulking, until Chad eventually walked up to join them at the bus stop.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" he asked, breaking the silence.

Melissa sighed as the bus pulled up in front of them. "Shut up, Chad."

"What'd I say?"

***

The morning had been relatively uneventful, which Milo was grateful for, with only one thing in science class exploding when it wasn't supposed to. Sure, the blast knocked the mouse cage off the shelf and let the rodents free, but that was nothing that couldn't be easily dealt with. He could tell Melissa and Bradley were still mad at each other, as they had been intensely refusing to so much as make eye contact all class. He was also pretty sure he'd seen Melissa try to slam the safety goggle box closed on Bradley's hand.

As much as he appreciated her standing up for him, he felt a little bad, seeing as he was partially the reason the two of them were angry at each other. Plus, she'd been fuming all morning. That was never fun for anybody. Her fuming sessions were sparse but legendary, and he knew it would be a while before she'd even begin to consider making up with Bradley.

Cliche or not, he really just wished they could all get along.

He also knew from experience that having that safety goggle box slam closed on your hand really hurt. Even Bradley didn't deserve that.

Eventually, lunchtime rolled around, and he, Zack, and Melissa sat down at their regular table to eat. Milo rummaged around in his backpack for a second before pulling out his lunch bag, which was looking a little squished.

"Maybe next time I should pack the anchor nearer to the bottom," he mused to himself as he took his sandwich out of the bag. "Oh well, squished PB&J is just as good as regular PB&J."

"I'd even argue it's better," Zack commented, pulling out his own lunch. "It gives the sandwich character." He emphasized the last word with a quick, vaguely Italian gesture of his hand and a chef's kiss.

Milo laughed, and Melissa cracked a small smile before returning to her fuming.

They sat there, eating in silence for a few minutes after that, before Milo sighed and spoke up.

"Melissa, you don't have to keep being mad at Bradley. Sure, he said some not-so-nice things, but you know I'm used to that by now. Some people just don't get it, and that's okay."

She put down her sandwich and leaned her face against her hand. "I know, it's just—" she made a spluttering noise and waved her free hand around. "He's such a dick! None of that stuff was your fault! It's like he thinks that you control it or something, and then choose to let stuff go wrong! Which is so not true!"

"I know, Melissa."

"It's just— arrrrrgggh!" She pressed her face into her hands and muttered something that Milo couldn't hear but made Zack's eyes widen.

"I'm gonna pretend like I didn't hear you say that," he said, blinking incredulously. "Because holy crap."

"What'd she say?" asked Milo.

Zack shook his head. "I refuse to repeat any of those words." He then leaned as farback in his chair as he could, eyes darting around the room, obviously grasping to find something else they could talk about. "Sooo, uh, hmm... oh!” He leaned forward again. “Imagine if Milo really was able to control Murphy's Law, though! Wouldn't that be wild? It would be like a weird superpower!"

Milo felt like he was going to die, right then and there, but he forced a pained smile. "Yeah, imagine that..." He giggled nervously. "It would be pretty wild."

Melissa perked up. "Yeah, what if you could, like, shoot it all like—" She punched the air in front of her a few times, like she was blasting something. "—pew pew pew! And whatever it hit would get Murphy's Law'd, like with the mech suit you guys used on the pistachions but, like, smaller. And you wouldn't need the Flynn-Fletcher brothers for it." She grinned conspiratorially. "Maybe you could use it to give Bradley a little taste of his own bullshit theory!"

He didn't respond, unable to focus on the words, because for the second time that day, images of the battle with the mechs had begun to flood Milo's head, as hard as he tried to ignore them, only this time he couldn't help but imagine the consequences of hitting Bradley with a bolt of that energy too. Would he be crushed by a collapsing building? Flattened by a falling telephone pole? Would he spontaneously burst into flames?

Would he be hurt, just like every other person he'd hit that day?

"Ex-excuse me," he said, standing up abruptly and beginning to walk away from the table.

"Where're you going?" Zack called after him.

"Washroom," he lied, voice weak, as he hurried away.

By the time he reached his favourite obscured alcove under the back staircase, he could no longer keep the memories of the battle at bay. He leaned back against the wall for support, breaths quickening as the events played out in wicked clarity in his mind. He could see every blast at him and his friends, feel the panic as they were knocked unconscious and the helplessness that followed when he had to stop running and hide. And the last few moments of the battle? He got to see those play out with the knowledge of exactly what he was causing to happen in that moment.

Eventually the memories began to recede, but his heart rate only quickened as he realized he could still feel his hands buzzing uncomfortably. He slowly brought them up, heart dropping as he confirmed what he had feared: they were surrounded by that red glow, small sparks jumping off of them.

He began to feel panicky again. He hated being panicky, too. It made being able to swiftly respond to danger a lot more difficult. Ironically, that made him begin to panic even more. His heart clenched.

Then, without warning, he felt something akin to a static shock travel through him, and a burst of red sparks flew from his hands, a few of them striking things nearby while most of them hit the underside of the stairs above him. He watched one of them hit a light in the stairwell, and the cables attaching it to the ceiling broke with a loud snap, causing the fixture to immediately fall to the ground, knocking over a garbage can nearby and spilling its contents everywhere. Milo cringed, but his attention was quickly stolen by a loud cracking noise from above him. He looked up to see a large crack spreading through the underside of the staircase.

"Uh oh," he breathed, before diving out from under the stairs just as they began to give way. With a school-shaking rumble, the whole flight crumbled and fell to the ground below.

Milo pushed himself to his knees, staring at the rubble in front of him.

There was no denying it anymore. What he had done that day hadn't been a fluke, or a fear-induced hallucination.

That red energy stuff, that focused destruction? It came from him. And now, somehow, he'd unintentionally done it for a second time.

Watching the dust settle in front of him, with his still-tingling hands stuffed into his pockets and the memories of the battle still lingering in his mind, he became acutely aware of how much the idea that he might accidentally keep doing it again terrified him.

[julessworldd]

Manager Duff x McGhee!reader

Little manger Older!Duff Mckagan X Fem!Reader

I love older Duff but there's not many stories about him.. I've been reading a few older guns fics lately. Summary: Reader is Doc McGhee's niece, following in her Uncle's footsteps. Happens to manage Guns N Roses, opening act, Blue Kennedy's.  A certain bass player’s attention gets caught by Doc's niece. Warnings: Mention of drugs, alcohol, start of smut, horrible flirting and Duff sorta being a prev. Should be it, sorry if I missed any

Today was the first day of tour for The Blue Kennedy's, the second band I've managed. Managing bands can be fun but also stressful, I've not had a band be like Motley Crue. My uncle said I would want to retire and take a vacation forever. So far, I'm not on a beach, naked and drinking my worries away. I was very excited for this tour because it was Guns N Roses reunion tour. Growing in music, I got to hear all the classic bands from the 80's even 70's. Guns N' Roses were my all time favorite after The Runaways, thank god for Uncle Doc. I was at the venue waiting for my band to show up for soundcheck. 

I walked towards the stage hoping they would be on stage talking and waiting for me. "No, Angela I said not bring this jacket. It's new and I don't want to be in dry cleaning already!" Axl rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Are you my other assistant, I'm suppose to have a new one here today?" He asked me. I pointed at my chest, "I'm your opening act's manger, not your assistant and thank god I'm not" I sassed. Holy shit, I sassed Axl Rose. "I'm sorry huh?" He trailed off. "Y/n McGhee, I know who you are" I smiled reassuring him he was okay. "McGhee? Do you happen to have a dad or uncle named Doc?" Axl said walking to me. "Uncle and yes that's him" I smirked. "Cool, I remember him from touring with Motley in 87ish" Axl smiled. "Have you seen my band? They're suppose to be at soundcheck and I've not heard them or seen them" I asked.  "What band? Ax said something about two bands this tour" I turned to see Duff McKagan behind me.  "Huh, Blue Kennedy's, punk band from Seattle and Pasadena" I blushed.  "Oh, if it's the one with the chick singer, they look scared and confused." Duff smiled. "Yeah, that's Sasha. Uh thanks" I trailed off and decided to walk away before my soul left my body.

"Y/n, you made it! We thought you bailed on us", Rocky, the bassit ran up to me. "No, rock just ran into a couple Guns members.We got to talking. Now you guys come here." I smiled. The band stood in front of me, "Now this is your first real tour, first show that the world sees The Blue Kennedy's, You are gonna be amazing and people will love you much as I do. Okay so kick some ass, you gotta have an audience now" I said glancing up and seeing Axl, Slash, Duff sitting in the stands. They all looked at the older men and flipped. "Hey, it's okay ignore them" I smiled and the band grabbed their stuff and Rocky asked what was gonna be played.  Sasha suggested a cover to get warmed up, I sat on a cart down from the stage, a proud mother hen moment. This band had potential and amazing chemistry and I knew they were gonna be a success one day.  Sasha danced and jumped around, striking the style of Joan Jett back in the day. 

"Okay guys, forget what Thomas told you about going out there. This is for you guys not the label so fuck that. Go put on a killer show like you would at the Whiskey or another club on the strip" I smiled before they went on stage.  'My babies' I smiled as I watched Rocky standing at Allie's drumset rocking away.  "I never caught your name, Sweetheart?" A deep familiar voice said behind me. "Prolly cause. Oh hi, Duff'' I blushed having my childhood and still celebrity crush. "Come what's your name?" Duff smiled. "Y/n McGhee'' I gulped. "Pretty name, you okay?" Duff asked. "I'm fine, aren't you married?" I asked but instantly regretted it. "Not anymore, we got divorced after my oldest daughter's graduation." Duff said, meeting my eyes with his.  "Duff, we have twenty until we're on and are you gonna wear that gross t-shirt?" Slash said walking to us.  "Nice talking to you, Y/n, but I gotta change'' Duff rubbed my shoulder as he passed the guitarist. "Your band is pretty good, by the way" Slash grabbed one of his Les Pauls, pretty sure one was for the Use your Illusion tour. "Thanks" I grinned as my band came running backstage. "Y/n, it was amazing, '' Rocky said, picking me up. "Okay okay, put me down" I laughed. The band wanted to go to a bar but I told them to go rest. Needed to know what was going on after the show, if it was a hotel or road. Guns finished their set and Axl wanted to go to a bar and invited the band. 

Sitting at the bar as the band sat in a booth, drinking, reminiscing about the show, I was in my dark thoughts.  Mostly over thinking and missing my shitty ex, making the tequila bottle sit in front of me. "Tequila, huh? You good?" Duff asked sitting down at the stool next to me. "I like tequila and just over thinking is all. I'm okay" I said taking  a shot. "Didn't even cringe, rare I see a girl who can take liquor that good without a chaser or cringing" Duff smirked.  "Nice pickup line" I rolled my eyes. "What is an ex alcoholic doing in a bar anyways?" I asked. "Tour life" Duff said playing with a napkin. "Axl drag you? Cause my band did, I didn't even get to process what Sasha said when Alex threw me over his shoulder" I smirked. He looked really sexy right now.  "Alex, what's he play?" Duff asked leaning towards me. "Lead Guitar, pain my ass mostly" I laughed. Duff smiled looking at me.  "Hey do you need a cab?" The bartender asked. "She's with me and I'm sober. She'll be okay" Duff spoke for me. Two bands decided enough was enough and headed to the bus. Duff and I trailed behind, "Seattle band?" Duff asked. "Singer and bassist are from there and the others are from Pasadena. Sasha dropped out of college and moved to LA, Rocky, his Dad's job had him move here" I rubbed my arms as a breeze came around.  "Here" Duff said laying his jean jacket over my shoulders as we hit the parking lot with the buses. The 17 year old in me was jumping around almost dying right now, "I'm good, Duff" I slided it off and handed it back to him as we got to mine and the band's bus. "Hard to get huh" Duff smiled. "Just the Doc McGhee way, night Duff" I smirked and got on the bus.  "Day one and Duff McKagan is trying to fuck you. This is gonna be a good ass tour" Sasha smirked. "Sash, he is not gonna fuck me" I laughed walking to get ready for bed. The next week we were in Denver and had a day off.  The hotel was nice had a indoor/outdoor pool, game room, a gym. I decided to hit the gym for a few, the tour was busy and left me with no time to workout.  "Hey Y/n, where are you going?" Alex asked me. "Gym, Al," I said as I passed him for the elevator. Gym was huge and no one in sight was perfect. 

"I can spot you if you want?" Duff asked

"I'm good thanks, only lift when I'm doing squats and already done those" I smirked while taking a drink of water.  "What else are you doing?" Duff asked. "Probably treadmill" I walked towards the treadmill getting my phone ready for music.  Duff huffed and went and grabbed some dumbbells. After a while, Duff threw his shirt off. I almost tripped on the mill looking at him. Fifty six never looked so good.  I decided that my muscles had enough toture and deserved a hot shower before the show. 

"Damn, girl will be the death of me" Duff said as I walked out of the gym

Now we're in Dallas or Huston, can't really remember my hangover and coming down from coke. Lately the tour has been one big blur, couldn't tell you what day it was.  "Y/n, you in here?" I heard Duff asked through the door. "Yeah give me a sec" I yelled. I opened the door for Duff. "Hey" "Hi" I smirked. My phone rang making me jump.. "Y/n, its Rocky, he's hurt" 

"What happened? Where are you guys?" "ER, downtown" 

"Shit, Duff I gotta go. Rocky got hurt and is in the ER. I'm sorry" I noticed the flowers and food. "Its okay, maybe next time. Do you need a ride?" Duff brushed it off. "Uh no, I can have Allen take me. Thanks. I'll make it up to you" I smiled rubbing his arm. Rocky busted his hand and couldn't play for a month. Tour is still 5 months, I need to find a bassit quickly. I knocked on Duff's door, Duff smiled down. "Hey, how's Rocky?" "Busted his hand and can’t play for a month. I need a damn bassit before tonight's show, guess the band could do cover songs until we get someone-" I trailed off. "Y/n, it's okay. You have someone" Duff said. "Duff, no you have your own show. A two hour set, your hand will be dead" I said looking up at him.  "Just offering for tonight, love" "I know and I appreciate it. I can call management and see if there's any local bands or send someone. Ashton, I can call him." I pulled out my phone.  

I climbed on top of Duff as he pulled me down for a kiss, his hands ran down my sides. Shouldn't be doing this, it's wrong. I've always broken rules anyway, and this is amazing.  Suddenly Duff pulled away and pushed me to the side. "All of the tour, you've been drooling over me and now you push me away like I'm some groupie and your wife is here. What the fuck is your problem?" I sighed. "You're a fetus is what" Duff yelled. "I'm 27 and gonna be 28 in August.  You're not the only old rockstar who has been with a younger girl. Duff, it's okay" I looked up at him. "I'm old enough to be your father, Y/n'' Duff sighed pushing me on the bed. "I don't know my dad, he bailed before my mom gave birth.  Doc is my father figure" I said. He's been chasing me like he's 24 again so I was just giving in.  

Duff sat at the table and looked out the window. He was quiet.  "Duff, I like you, I have since I was 17 and found appetite in my brother's room. Sure, I was a toddler when you were married the second time. It will be looked down upon, but screw that Duff. I want to spend my days off with you in bed, be in the studio with you, so what if people judge us. I can respect you and leave you alone forever and move on. Much as I would hate it but you have a bigger spotlight, kids, image to protect. But chose me, try it out for a bit more. I'm not a bitch like Rocky and Alex put me out to be." I said standing in front of him.  He just looked at me, "Sorry I said anything. I'll go now" I said turning around but landed in Duff's lap.  "Okay, I chose you, Y/n '' Duff said, laying his hands on my waist. "Good choice, a crazy one but a good one" I smiled kissing him.  “Not the first time, I’ve done something crazy” Duff rubbed his hand on my thigh. 

The band done great even without Rocky, not seeing a bass player hop around was odd. Rocky managed to get on my nerves, a pair of big hands wrapped around my waist pulling me towards them. I looked to see Duff, “Hi” I said where he could hear me. Rocky was smirking at us, “Uh Rocky” I looked at him as Duff almost had me pressed agaisnt his chest. “What?”, Rocky asked like a child. “Go away, now” I said rolling my eyes. Rocky gave in and huffed away, “Sorry about him” I giggled as Duff pulled into his chest.  “They really love you huh?” Duff chuckled. “Yeah I guess”  “You don’t love them?” Duff asked. “I do, but its like hurding drunk kittens, who have seperation anxitey” I smirked making Duff laugh.  “Duff” Axl yelled making us pull apart and Duff sat me on the equipment box.  “Hey handsome” I said making Duff turn around. “Good luck” I kissed his cheek as he grabbed one of his basses.  Sasha walked up to me as Guns n Roses walked towards the stage, “Hi” “Hi, Sash. What’s up?” I smiled watching Duff and his long legs walk away. “Honey, your motor is leaking on my boots” Sasha smirked. “Get bent” I rolled my eyes as Meegan walked by with her camera.  “Have you fucked yet?” Sasha asked. 

__________

“Watch the lamp, Duff” I laughed as he threw me on the bed and impact made the bed side lamp move a little.

“I can pay for it, I did in 88″ Duff pulled me to the edge of bed as he threw his tank top on the floor. He looked up at me for an ‘Okay”, “Go on then” I smiled at him before he spreaded my legs open far as they would go. “Mhm come on, Duff do something” I whined as he looked down there. He looked at me and went back to my exposed heat, “Damn, you’re fucking beauitful” I blushed at him. 

There was a knock at the door, Duff got up and answered it

“Who was it?” I asked sitting up

“Noise complaint” Duff smirked. “Opps” I looked at him doe- eyed. “Not the first time, baby” Duff smirked and flopped next to me.

__________

I smirked biting my lip

“Said you two would end up fucking. I’m happy for you, I was getting worried about you. After Scott, you’ve not-” “Okay thank you for being happy” I cut her off. “Sorry, Y/n” Sasha said looking sad, “Hey, what’s wrong?” Duff asked. “Oh nothing” I smiled. Duff stared at me trying to find an emotion visble, “Just making sure, I don’t have to kick some young buck’s ass for making you upset” Duff said making Sasha and I laugh.  “Young bucks? Sasha write that one down” I smiled. Duff had to run back on stage with Slash.  “You love him don’t you know?” Meegan came back for water.  “Is that fuzzy feeling in my chest”, I asked. Meegan smiled and nodded, “Yeah and usually don’t go away. Slash has had a headache since Duff won’t shut up about you” Meegan laughed. “Tell Slash im sorry” I leaned on Sasha’s shoulder. 

I looked out to see Duff and Slash back to back playing ‘My Michelle’ 

I really do love that ‘Old Buck’ damn he got me good.

[misterbitches]

Hello! @flootweed replying to the post from before. the long format was killing me. why does tumblr look like this...

I haven’t watched episode 8 yet...or have I? If it’s the most recent one. No.

Is the hornbill a bird? It probably is but I have a terrible memory and I’m dumb so. I skipped the last few weeks because I’m scawwed. How are you liking it? I did see someone say that the hornbill makes sense (without knowing what it is...at all) bc heart transplant patients only live like 5-15 years after but someone in those comments pointed out that he was so young when he got his and that’s pretty rare so he has a higher likelihood of survival. Frankly, this is the only way I will proceed. Since when did shows ever care about the heart transplant health? Never and it needs to stay that way!

What did we think of ep 6? LMAO. I need opinions! And omg it makes me feel special when I can point things out to people because I so...rarely get to LOL. Editing is like one of my favorite things ever so I can be super particular about it but I try to do the thing you do when you’re supposed to see if it works within its context. I’d like to go in with scissors and glue but alas. 

THe mic covering....the rustling....it’s like guys...please. Ironically the audio today wasn’t great. I don’t know why. IDK if you watch c-dramas but I am not even sure what’s worse between them because they dub their dramas. But actually no it’s best to have the dubbing because even tho it is painful they have to put a lot of effort into it. LOL. 

Right? @ Aey! It’s just weird if they would show us more about what he’s done instead of saying he’s done sth bad and not even explaining that....like you could even do some shitty exposition. I think if he is to be a true villain then we really need to be privvy. All the warnings make it seem like he’s a fuckin’ serial killer so when we get the scene of him at home it’s like....actually this is really serious? Maybe his pain is like...for a reason. Althought you won’t even TELL US WHAT HE’S DONE WRONG BESIDES BE JUST FUCKING WEIRD AND ANNOYING! So from what we have it’s just a realllllllll fucked up sad person lol. god i forgot about the dinner! and i totally agree. he really needs them to succeed. i like your theory because it would make the scene where he like blocks the twitter user make more sense. he also says they dont really know each other etc so it’s realllllyyyyy probable that he just sees it as a way out. if not then we shall pretend u wrote it :)

god yea i wouldnt say it is art but i also guess we technically have to since it is technically. in the way that technically performance artists are artists but mostly i uh technically ignore them. Also one of my fav BLs is called the best twins. If you do not know what it is I will not elaborate further.t 

i want to know more abt poli sci majors lmao but they sound DRAMATIC/ hopefully most ppl in ur cohort arent losers! 

hahahha i understand. there was just a thing on twitter about DSA and then the day before about reading discourse. the same thiings. over. and over. and over. and over. we are our own worst enemies but also our own best friends? but i hate tankies and that wont change. but hasan’s a decent guy. he said sth abt black ppl during biden’s primaries in GA or whatever and i was like chill. but he’s insecure and has adhd which means ur more open to being wrong and changing otherwise u will suffocate and die. 

and totally about hiding fuck ups. i’ve tried really hard bc of organizing IRL to like...be honest, question, etc but also like...approach it naturally? because if you’re trying to be perfect and so worried you’ll fuck up you don’t realize that puts  more stress on you, makes you seem like a robot, and could potentially not make you realize the mistkaes you made. also if we’re privileged in certain spaces there is just no possible way we won’t get something wrong. im light and i know that honestly any way to speak up on colorism is going to be difficult and that’s a space where i have power so i just have to figure it out. we should be uncomfortable because we have to sit with unpleasant feelings and sort through our own whatever. that just makes the next time even better and people can trust u more.  i think some people sweat it sooo much or maybe they think their personal life and what theyve been through is more the norm? on the other hand people can be sf reactionary in the worst way and idk what their issue is. there was also a user who said sth very inch arresting about tankies which i thoroughly enjoyed (how like violent lefitsts or tankies / ppl who are like ooh a gun whatever just want to be violent in another space so they have shit tendencies from jump and nothing of substance which i think i agree with tbh fo ra lottttt of ppl. like their anger is actually like “no im about to beat that ass” instead of what we actually want to get done) 

sort of in the same vein re: taking it easy...we coudl all be more understanding too. to slow it down like you mentioned about not being privvy to fucking eveyrthing and saying anything on our mind. i saw this person talk about y2k which was a huge deal while happening bc it was the turn of the millenium (bruh were u even alive?) but this twitter user grew up in a super super SUPER religious household and was like why do ppl make jokes about Y2K it was insanely traumatizing? though my first instinct was confused ive tried hard to like look more before i judge especially thanks to a friend of mine. turns out that with the further reading the more we found out he was just really traumatized; it was very common in religious households to be afraid of 2000. so we could have come at him with no understanding and he could have thought that everyone had the same experience with that year that he did. his feelings sit precedent though but i think it was just very hard for him to fathom. 

i didnt reply bc he didnt need that and what could i have said? he’ll see what the truth is with exposure and unfortunately this was something he really did go through. 

and that’s what makes most people think others could be over the top. because it sounded ridiculous but then it was this huge traumatic thing that we could have never known about. so maybe when someone sounds like actually crazy they have an explanation? of course some ppl are just batshit or annoying but that’s anywhere not just leftists it’ just means more i guess when a ~~librul is annoyed~ but it can be easy to want to make fun of ppl too. lmao.  basically what i am saying is the internet? especially twitter? for leftists? in this economy? bitch it’s the wild west out here.

i am 29! idk if i said it or not. i am OLD u probably werent even born in the year i was talking about wah. i know not old-old or old at all but compared to you i’m due for a colonoscopy.

omg i hope u can get vaxxed soon! are you wfh rn? i hope ur also not in a bad state as in state state not state as in ur being :| bleh what a fucking time. it sucks that you have to fucking do work. well unless u like school. which i hope u do. i just assume everyone hates it cos i did lmao

was it the lindsay ellis drama? that bitch is dumb. if there was other drama oh wait the drama i was referring to it all happened on the same day. idk book twitter that well but i saw something from someone who was abt that shit and wowie! the american people are not that.....intelligent to put it lightly.

i’ll get better. ppl tell me they miss me and im like aw. i have insanellllyyy bad insomnia and a lot of stuff happened this year HOWEVER I SLEPT FOR TWO DAYS FOR 8 HOURS AT A REASONABLE TIME. im a new woman.  anyways you too! i hope ur not too burnt out with school. we just dont know when the burnout is or we just dont know we are burnt out until we are. the panaramiciccici hit and all the things i was ignoring kind of just fell on me and sooo much happened at once. and frankly it’s hard to take care of ourselves. lord. 

Like if you aren’t interested in expanding on the issue in a way that hasn’t been done before all you gotta do it like… spread resources and donate if you can. I dont see the point in having to say something about every issue especially if you (not at you specifically just in general) aren’t immediately impacted by the issue. Like is the 14 yr old white marxist named sarah on twitter really gonna have meaningful insight on anti-asian violence ?

this is part of why i cannot telecommunicate. i dont want to do shit on the internet. i am able bodied so i know that this time has been of such ease for other people. but mentally i just can’t. i don’t have a comment on hand like that and i hvae no desire to engage with ppl that way. i am a super super super solitary person but thats bc it’s MY time so when it’s like all this effort with other people i dont ever want to be alone. it’s the same with the way i approach filmmaking. it isnt a sole thing so i hate it not together. that’s part of how u can get so sucked in and repeat doom scrolling. i was in this webinar last may after [redacted] and this black woman prof said “read with a community and talk” because otherwise she said we are torturing ourselves. you can’t carry that weight all on your own. unfortunately i hate zoom, discord, slack, signal, whatsapp, facetime. you name it this panera has made it evi.. L

you make a really excellent point. i think the young young gen zers are really really just interesting because it’s like this whole new world for them with leftist politics and they just can’t grasp the horrors of the world and the kind of freedom being a leftist can bring. and so many people don’t grow out of it. those people so happen to be the “least productive” in terms of how much time they spend IRL withe these issues. naturally, younger kids are gonna have a harder time. they are not as mobile as well so the internet becomes this place. but then it’s this echo chamber. and many times just things posted without sources. and social media NEEDS that to exist.

i think of the irony of leftist kids on tik tok and while i am happy it’s reaching them it’s just....different. very different. the growth of social media is so good but also so fucking sad, it’s too much! i think the point about not writing everything is major. even i have to do this which is part of the disappearing.y ou need to detach and make sure your head is on straight again. but when you think eveyrone has to be privvy to every thought and you can’t just sit back....which twitter and social media doesn’t encourage. you have to join in. that’s often why when i have something to say it is dense because i don’t feel like repeating it. ever. lmao ust ever. i cant pay attn. social media is a fucking minefield for my brain u can get so lost in it and absorb it but once u start talking you may not be able to stop. 

i think a big part of that is it not being a leisurely thing but sort of just in our lives always. this sounds like a grandpa rant but ykwim. We dont have to see the same thing over and over again. And eventually it gets sincerely diluted or its diluted bc of capitalism or whatever. Or if theyre very young or maybe they don’t have like the greatest way of sharing the knowledge? then it can be butchered. I hope this is making sense...i’m talking beyoond the boring surface-level milquetoast shit. i see really ahistorical stuff on there from leftists (like this thing about NK + africa and it being a beneficial rship as opposed to a um not beneficial one. and it isn’t.  beneficial but this young black girl was talking abt it and noname rtd and i was like it’s just too complex. there’s no good/bad here just bc it’s not america. dont get me started on this.)

but Lol that was kinda off topic but I think what I meant in my last reply about not turning off the voice in my head is about when I consume media, not necessarily when I’m online talking about. Even if I have criticism for something, I’m usually pretty chill when consuming fandom content bc I think being serious online all the time is kinda boring. Like sometimes I’m analyzing theme and shit but really most of the time im memeing.

exactly.........gotta laugh. thats why sometimes im like i cant think lmao. unfrotunately i have been ARGUING with ppl on the internet for rly no reason when  i could have replied to ur very nice fun wholesome message. i love torture. i miss memes.

“ i think the people who get the least enjoyment out of that are those so obsessed with getting upset with anyone thinking outside of their lines as if it equates to them “ EXACTLYYYYY

kekekekeke im glad u got it. it’s like with conservatives throwing around snowflake. now im beginning to question who the real complainers are. 

LMAO exactlyyyy. i posted a screenshot of this writer from twitter saying that exact thing. Like first of all, I’m...an adult? and if you are as well uh? i’m sorry for you but are we 12? But how is it affecting u this viscerally? And if it does why dont u...do...research? pihgofuaipoajghou but honestly everything u said. we’re trained to go into it with nothing. i was only around ur age when i started to get more serious about this stuff but you’re like lightyears ahead of where i was at 21. did i say this but i’m in iww and literally i can tell u in 2016 i did not think 2019 me would be in a union bc i told my friend in a train station that we don’t need unions. i was 23...but the thing is i didnt know what i was talking about. at all. and i knew i didnt know and she knew i didnt know and now i am the clown.

also yes at critical engagement. i had to learn so much through experience and this is tuff that i coudlnt be shielded from. there’s an empathy you kinda have to develop and this understanding that you move through the world as this person who is “nowhere and everywhere; nothing and everything” so i’ve always had to think about things differently just to survive. that’s also what can drag a lot of people towards it like theres so many black kpop fans bc i think a lot of the pain in SK can be mirrored (sort of) through our history. and theres currently a history now but it had to be forged. uh what was my point oh yea however i wouldnt have been able to move further if i didnt have my background to go off of  bc i knew something was off when i started getting into all these things (ill give u a hint) but if i had no prior knowledge and didnt have to think about it then the critical approach is either stale or stupid. 

i had to research but i dont understand how ppl are so bold with little to no research and understanding? thhey just inherently know with also like ZERO experience in what they need experience in. engaging critically means “how i see the world” with dashes of trying to be open adn understanding or whatever. actually that’s another thing like being afraid of criticizing things bc theyre foreign to you so u give it a pass (like we discussed) but it doesnt hAVE TO BEEEE JUST REAAAAAD and then take all the info ur teensy brain and apply it. be a normal human being and dont be fucking rude and racist. thats it! u can complain abt literally anything without being a dick.

as we start with LW and end with LW.....what do we think (i asked this already) omg please share wbl thoughts i THINK i know what ur talking about. well it could be two things; their rship when they came back and the physicality and then pei shou yi. i almost dont even want to use my brain to fucking look at that. i think wbl can get away with more bc of visual~*~*~* reasons (like literally, the look of the show. there’s more space to get lost in the frames. many thai dramas are a lot more literal? this isn’t the right word but it’s very heavily character focused particularly bc of $ i think) though good production also underscores flaws so i am also wrong. but like do u know what i mean? u have to kinda focus on it? or maybe it’s just cos like.....ur so used to it in thai bl idek. i’ve seen tw bl ofc. 

look i swear i will justify this forever bc there are some things we miss right but if u feel like someone’s a bad actor....theyre bad. it’s about tone movement etc etc etc and since most thai bl productions have 0 interest in that....well. they take these newbies and put them in these situations. we dont understand thai but if we see them and we’re like “wow this is really bad” then they’re bad lmao. IDC i will never be like cos idk what theyre saying NO WHY HE LOOK LIKE A ROBOT???????? DOES HE EMOTE? why is he CRYING WITH NO TEARS? and it’s not even a total requisite to cry with tears(i mean for me it is) but it’s just like what is happening on ur face right now young man????????

painful.

the inflection stuff is very valid ooh good point tho but that’s only a part of the piece. plus we get used to the way they communicate. like the ppl from sotus were prtty bad. i dont like that show but thats an ex of ppl liing the actors and the person i thought was better other ppl dont think that? well apparently hes a shitty guy but. um. so when theres decent acting its so glaring.

although i must say even tho i dont care for 2gether anymore and would never like to be reminded about its existence (only bc i just cringe lol) i honestly....didnt think bright was a bad actor? but people keep saying he is and i am much more inclined to believe them than myself. though i am not often dickmatized that could have been it. until he opened his mouth and ruined it and then i stopped paying attn.

although honestly i’m so much more critical than i could be positive. i have ben stumped for the last day about how i wasnt mad at his acting in the show. is it me? is it him? who’s......the wrong one.....(me) 

oh shit they have been denied? i haven’t been paying attn to whats been going on recently. i just got into it on MDL because of snowdrop. sometimes i literally cannot engage bc ill just be like alright well im black so this power button in my head is going off when ppl talk abt that shit. back in the day when kpop jawns were saying some real outta pocket anti black shit (now everyone is slick with it) it’d always be THEY DONT HAVE GOOGLE THEYVE NEVER SEEN A BLACK PERSON but really it’s like no...maybe they are just racist? that’s ok too.

also the past 2 weeks have been um atrocious bc how fucking easily people fell into the pit of white supremacy and started to turn their ire towards black people and making a competition between our groups just like they wanted. it’s not about the women who are dead anymore, who were sex workers, their womanhood, being asian, being poor anymore. it’s about how much black people get attention and why people only pay attn to us. i am not feeling very generous this week for ppl to excuse that hsit.

on a lighter note, ppl say that abt the whole husband and wife thing. i dont know how to explain how angry that shit makes me but maybe it’s because i do not want to think of my body in relation to a fucking penis at all hours of the day. if bls could kindly not do that it would be nice lmao 

yes there are a lot of those. who are only there to gawk lmao. and just idk worship bc of the cult of personality thing bc of how weird and open they have to be as actors. some of the others are people who /think/ theyre really smart (i think im asmart but i also think i am very dumb and i have adhd to prove that MEDICALLY!!!) but are actually not? or their observations arent great? or idk if they are they arent interesting? but i think well..........we have more refined palettes :P

jk also theres just different personalities. you and  i mesh more bc we have a lot of the same beliefs and are coming from the same place. that makes it easier to understand as well. i really try to remember that but some people are really weird so. again just...the perception of certain things even down to acting skills. but i also dont like.......believe this genre can really do anything at all. on one hand i want them to do it right bc it’s a piece of work so they should. be proud of it. cos most things arent advancing us bc representation and culturalism are a lie bla bla. it’s just that when the depictions are negative or not done well it adds to the problem as opposed to the things that are well done are fairly benign and can’t really pull us back (perf example is the black panther film. i woudl definitely not say it was transgressive as a literal work but visually it’s just stunning. and it’s sad that it’s stunning and surprising but still with basically an all black cast of mostly dark people abd like what it means in the zeitgeist yes. it’s also just a good movie. but it’s still imperialist prop and unfortunately and this is fucking pathetic to say it “opened eyes” in other countries where they hate black ppl and ignore their own racialized minorities HENNYWAYSSSS a better ex is moonlight except moonlight isnt mainstream and is indie tho...still thru a funnel of capital bc a24 but who cares bleed the fuckers dry is my motto. my point is moonlight is both a great work and doesnt bring any failures to the table and its existence helps in ways outside of art but they arent the defining things giving us material advancement sooooo i mean it’s complex (this is my conclusion to everything um guys it’s complex) 

er i had one more point in conjunction to above. oh yea so i like dont need all these extra things to make it progressive. like people really want more women in the show and i am honestly like i really dont. i dont want them to actively do this. if they cant do it naturally then let someone else do it. i am not asking for more bc i dont want it from them. when something comes along i embrace it but i do not see why women should be represented when the genre RELIES on patriarchy. there is no complete satisfying existence for the women in these series. i dont want it. i dont ask people to show us~*~* or respect~* like fuck no the people who make it make it and hopefully more will make it in the future but i will not beg bc THEY DONT WANT TO DO IT SO WOULD FORCING IT MAKE IT BETTER? just fucking leave them out entirely. that’s the answer if theyre gonna make nasty female characters then those bitches can geaux. we have other plcaes to be. booked. and. BUSY!

[eldri-sv]

24 - Shinsou

Kaori Shinsou has always been fascinated by people’s minds. She is one of the best students in her Criminal Psychology course at U.A. and - being the lucky girl she is - her professor is not only one handsome dude, but is also working on the case of the serial killer Stain - a case that has been going on for years. As she is about to become Professor Aizawa’s TA during the next term, a lot of other interesting cases start popping up all over the country…

I'm gonna light the dynamite, I'm gonna break through

(Jaymes Young - Don’t You Know)

Kaori Shinsou was really fucking annoyed. All she wanted was to go home, see the kittens and go to bed to get some fucking sleep. But her brother Hitoshi seemed to have other plans. And she couldn't be mad, because he had come to the hospital and waited for her and he was her brother.

That's what Hitoshi said at least. Kaori was still somewhat mad at him. Why the hell did he need a fucking fancy coffee now of all times? Kaori could think of the reason, but still. Was he really that thirsty? Somehow she had thought her brother was better than that. But maybe, she was the last person that could talk about being thirsty. After all, she was shamelessly thirsting after her professor.

"My God, Toshi, do we really have to go? I'm just so fucking tired, I need some damn sleep, so I can head to my Criminal Psychology lecture in the afternoon and just be done with this day. Come on, dude, the one week where I can actually sleep during the day and you drag me along to get coffee?" Kaori nagged him, as they were getting closer to their favourite coffee shop.

It was super close to their home (thankfully!) and it was also the place this blond guy worked at. Denki Kaminari. Honestly, Kaori had no idea what Hitoshi saw in him, but her little brother had been smitten for years and even more so since he had realised that Kaminari was going to U.A. as well.

"Come on, it's his shift right now and it's really quiet, so maybe I'll get a chance to talk to him or something. Plus, I'm extremely tired and need this coffee." Hitoshi said, rubbing his neck nervously.

"Sure. Let's go visit your boy-toy, so." Kaori mumbled. The next thing she knew she got a smack up her head. She kind of expected it, but still wasn't really prepared for it. It kinda hurt.

"He's not my boy-toy!" Hitoshi protested. Kaori rubbed her head, her face still twisted theatrically in pain.

"Ouch, I just got out of the hospital and you hit me up the head? Fuck, Toshi, you're such an ass sometimes." Kaori complained, glancing up to see whether Hitoshi would actually try and act remorseful. He just rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Stop being melodramatic, you bruised your shoulder, not your head." he replied in an indifferent voice.

"Asshat."

"You know you love me."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Kaori couldn't be genuinely mad at Hitoshi for something dumb and small like this. Unfortunately he knew that and took advantage of it, whenever he saw fit. Even her annoyance at having to go out for coffee with him slowly faded. Maybe she had gone past the point of being ready to pass out and now wouldn't be tired for another five hours. This always happened to her.

"Sorry about dragging you along, but I really, really need this coffee right now. Plus, mum and dad are home at the moment and I don't wanna wake them accidentally and have to explain why we're both awake and all that." Hitoshi suddenly said, as he opened the door to the coffee shop.

"It's fine, Toshi, I think I'm getting over it. Slowly. I also really don't wanna explain the night shift to mum and dad. They'll end up telling me to go back to one of the prisons and while Tartarus was fun, I'm pretty happy where I am now." Kaori told him and walked into the coffee shop.

Hitoshi followed her. The coffee shop wasn't very well lit at this time of the morning. After all it was around 5 am and while the first few people were coming in to get their morning coffee, they wouldn't be lingering, as they usually had places to be. So only the counter was really well-lit.

There was no one at the counter, however. Kaori looked around and noticed a group of people sitting around one of the tables in the dark. They were illuminated by one single candle that was on the table. They looked somewhat familiar, two of them were wearing U.A. sweaters.

"Just chill and make small talk. You know, like you usually do. Plus, you can always play it off as meeting up to study." a girl's voice said. She had pastel pink hair that was short and curly. She was wearing a thick U.A. sweater over some mom jeans. Kaori felt like she had seen her at the Rescue Training Facility.

"But we're not even going to the library, like how am I going to play that off?" a red-haired guy said. He looked like he was having the worst crisis of his life at this moment. Kaori almost felt like they were intruding, but she had started to smell the sweet smell of coffee and there was no turning back now.

"Hang on, guys, I'm gonna have to go." someone (Kaori soon identified him as Kaminari) said to the group. He got up from his chair and stepped into the light with a big smile on his face.

"Oh, hey, it's you." he said when he saw Hitoshi and smiled a little wider. It was so obvious that he had taken some sort of liking to Hitoshi. It was the sweetest thing how clueless Hitoshi was about all of it, too.

"Hi." he replied, pretty dumbstruck. Kaminari walked behind the counter and gave Kaori a nervous look.

"Kinda early for a date, huh? What can I get you?" he wanted to know. Kaori burst out laughing.

"Sorry, but we're not dating. We're siblings. I'm... I'm his sister. It's getting kind of concerning how many people think we're dating." Kaori mumbled. She saw Kaminari's face light up at that.

"Oh! Oh, shit, I'm sorry, haha. It's just that I never see this guy with anyone else and only sometimes with you, so... you know." he replied. Kaori looked at Hitoshi with a big grin on her face.

"Toshi, you really have to make some friends! Look at this. People think we're dating." she teased him and immediately felt bad when she realized that he had gone into panic mode. It was really difficult to see it, but when Hitoshi went into his panic mode he'd avoid looking at people and get a little fidgety. He still looked quite calm on the outside, but he was a fucking mess on the inside.

"I don't need friends." he replied quietly without looking at anyone. Kaminari tilted his head a little.

"Hey, dude, you've been coming to this place since I started working here. We're practically friends. I mean, I can be your friend if you want. I'm Denki Kaminari." he said. It took everything for Kaori not to gasp out loud at how sweet this was. All she knew about Kaminari so far was that he could be really fucking dumb, but he seemed like a really sweet person, too.

"Well, I'm not here to make friends, I'm here for coffee. Can I get the usual?... please?" Hitoshi replied. Kaori raised an eyebrow. Looking at him she knew exactly that he just got stressed and snapped. She could practically see him think about how much he just fucked up.

"Uh, sure, sorry. What about you, sister?" Kaminari asked. Hitoshi mumbled something about finding a seat and got out of there quickly.

"I'll have the same, thanks. Sorry, dude, he just gets nervous sometimes. He always says he doesn't need friends, but he really does. Why do you think he keeps coming back here?" Kaori told him and gave him a quick wink. Sometimes Hitoshi just sabotaged himself with his stubbornness.

"I see. I'll just keep on trying then, I guess. Go and sit down, I'll bring the coffee over in a sec." Kaminari replied, his smile returning to his face.

"Thanks, dude."

Kaori quickly walked over to the table Hitoshi was sitting at. He had his head buried in his hands, probably wishing he had never insisted on coming to the coffee shop in the first place.

"Hey, Toshi. Chill. I told him you get nervous. You haven't lost your chance yet." she said to him quietly. Hitoshi opened his eyes and looked at her through his fingers. He then slowly let his hands sink down his face.

"Really?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, really. Look, he's just making our coffee now and he's smiling. But you gotta chill with the attitude, Toshi." Kaori replied to him. Hitoshi sighed and sat up, when one of Kaminari's friends shouted something at him.

"Yo, Denki, there is something going on at the observatory soon. You wanna come?" the girl with the pink hair asked.

"The observatory? That's space stuff, right? I love space! My favourite planet is the sun!" Kaminari shouted gleefully. Kaori blinked, not sure if she heard that right. Hi favourite planet was the sun?

"Uhm... Denki... the sun is not a planet." the red-haired guy replied. Kaminari laughed confidently.

"Come on, dude, what else is the sun? Of course it's a planet!"

"Denki, the sun is a star." a guy with shoulder-length black hair told him. Kaminari looked genuinely confused.

"What? I never knew the sun was a star, that's crazy!"

Kaori pressed her lips tightly together and looked at Hitoshi with a face that said 'Really? Really, Toshi? This guy?' Hitoshi just sighed and covered his eyes with his hands again, looking through his fingers.

"I knoooowww." he said quietly. Kaori burst out laughing. God, this was just too good. If their parents ever met Kaminari they would be shell-shocked. First of all, they didn't even know that Hitoshi was wildly bisexual and secondly, they would be shocked that he would be dating someone who... well... wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. They both were doctors, after all.

"It's okay, Toshi, he's a sweet guy and that's what matters."

[tartareus]

Do you condone/ship incest? I was reading your rules and got confused about your sentence where you said if people are uncomfortable with fictional consensual incest this isn’t the blog for you. Except Incest is incest regardless of if it’s fiction

hi there, friend, how do you do?

while i'm not particularly fond of anons (nex time you'd like to discuss something regarding my rules and/or character portrayal, i strongly encourage you to do so via ims - i don't bite, and if our points of view don't quite match? that's alright, i promise i'll leave you in peace :) ) for various reasons, i'm so glad you've read my rules (that probably makes you one of the few who follow me - at least i presume you do, idk - who has done so, so thank you so much!), i cannot stress enough how important they are to me. if i happen to follow you, rest assured that i have read yours (unless, ofc, i couldn't find one in your blog - in any case, if i happen to accidentally break one of yours, just hmu or gimme a nudge).

considering that you've asked more than one question, i'll answer to you in separate sections - needless to say that while i break it down your questions, the answer might become a little longer than usual (again, i'm sorry). i'll keep this tagged, in case any of my followers don't feel like reading about this. without further ado, let’s dive in.´

“do you condone/ship incest?”

short answer? nope. but that is not a black or white question i’m afraid. no, i – nox, the human behind this blog of fictional characters – personally do not condone incest , never have and never will, and  don’t ship it. i do, however, ship consanguinamory on rare occasions, and when i do happen to write it i never do it in a good light.

for those who are not familiar with the term, here’s a little bit of info about it x && x. in short, the key difference between them is: incest is usually linked abuse (a fictional example that can be used, taking in consideration one of my very own muses, in this case is margot verger – who was sadly abused by her brother in the hannibal books) while consanguinamory (the lannisters, for example, or even the sharpe siblings from crimson peak are examples of consanguineous relationships) is the consensual romantic and/or sexual relationship between members of the same family who are of consenting age.

[ personally, i find both of them gross as fuuck irl but when it comes to fictional works i may get over this first disgust and ponder more on that && take in consideration the characters arch, plot, thoughts and the whole world they are set in. ]

i suppose the turning point here is the consent. i never, never, condone any sort of abuse – not in fiction and neither in real life – and while it’s a subject that bothers me to no end in real life, when it comes to fiction i am less inclined to project into them. i may write dark and toxic relationships, but i obviously do not condone them. that’s the point here – people on this hellsite usually mix the two together (condoning something and shipping/writing it, that is) when in fact they shouldn’t even be in the same box to begin with.

let’s say you write a fictional serial killer – norman bates, tate langdon, hannibal lecter, catherine tramell (that chick from basic instinct), patrick bateman, mrs lovett and sweeney todd, kai anderson, bellatrix, grindelwald and voldemort (the list of plausible examples could go on forever…) – here and ship with them; does it mean that you, the writer, condone every single action and choice your muse does? if writing something purely fictional equals to condoning it in real life, well… the world is even more fucked up than i first thought.

you see, in this little exercise in imagination, you could’ve easily picked a good guy or gal to write, the hero; the goody two shoes. why didn’t you? well, it’s complicated to pin point why some are drawn to darker works of fiction and characters while others are not, i suppose each individual has their own reasons && i can only speak for myself when i say that i am drawn to these sort of fictional works because they the safest way to explore dark topics that pertain to human society. on my side, it’s nothing but raw curiosity.

there’s also the issue of how different cultures see these relationships. in case you haven’t noticed, i am not from the states but actually from brazil. especially in the rural area, it’s not uncommon for second cousins to date or even marry (ew, i know, pretty gross). that’s something that is luckily falling out of practice, but you can easily find it, more so in the poor rural areas that are really far from the cities.

you may have noticed that most of the sources for the terms come from a blog that advocates real life consanguinamory – but make no mistake, i don’t support it. these were the only places i’ve found as sources in a quick look online. i don’t support it irl, but whatever consenting adults are doing amongst themselves is no concern of mine – i have no say on the matter and all in all, i don’t give a damn. i just don’t like it. everything i’ve discussed here is related to fiction, consent and is only ever related to people of consenting age.

“i was reading your rules and got confused about your sentence where you said if people are uncomfortable with fictional consensual incest this isn’t the blog for you. except incest is incest regardless of if it’s fiction”

to be honest with you, anon, i couldn’t possibly see how you’ve got confused with this. i thought i was pretty clear with that, but perhaps not. sorry, my english is not perfect. however, with the risk of sounding like a meme, i said what i said. if you personally feel uncomfortable or even triggered with fictional consensual incest otherwise known as consanguinamory, maybe my blog isn’t for you. not because i – as the mun –  condone it, but because i might mention it or even allude to it when i write certain characters. again, consent is the main thing here – you won’t ever see me writing that awful part of margot’s past, but i might mention it on some threads as it is part of her trauma but i will write jaime’s feelings regarding cersei and joanna’s love for tywin – and that should not be overlooked.

“except incest is incest regardless of if it’s fiction” 

so far so good, am i to assume that you also believe that “murder is murder, regardless of if it is fiction or not”? should we call the police on, idk, george rr martin for killing....hell knows how many characters...at this point i’m sure not even he knows. leaving my petty comment aside (it’s the arthritis, i’m always annoyed when in pain), i see where you’re coming from; fair enough.  but you missed a big point here – consensual. i do not write abuse, even to the muses who – in the canon source material – have done so    ( like jaime lannister himself – who’s in a consanguinamorous [therefore, falling under the category of fictional consensual incest] relationship with cersei – who abused his sister next to their son’s dead body [ yeah, jaime apologists, i’m out to get y’all...jokes aside, i do not acknowledge people claiming that cersei manipulated him into going to bed with her, while they are both shitty and toxic as fuck people, their relationship is mutually messed up – gag if you must but jaime lannister is far from innocent angel ] )     in the past. i. don’t. write. it. but i do write jaime’s feelings for cersei because they are canon and are also a big part of the character he became.

all of that, of course, has to do with my own position on the “war” between the people who believe fiction has a great power and influence over reality vs the ones who do not believe in that. personally, i find it hard to believe that fiction is a brainwashing tool rewiring people’s brains  - i find the idea itself ludicrous, the ones who strongly stand for that aren’t that different from flat-earthers and people who believe in reverse racism tbh – but i do acknowledge the influence media has on society. its not nearly enough to turn someone to the “dark side” alone by itself – those who claim that videogames, for example, made them violent most likely already had something different and perhaps wrong with them before the games triggered something. i don’t believe that media creates things on people, but brings buried things (fears, feelings, emotions, hopes) back to the surface. it’s all about the stimulus.

if you wanna be scared, watch an horror movie; if you wanna be happy, a comedy video.  wanna feel warm inside and live unrealistic romantic expectations vicariously through fictional characters? read a 50.000 words slow burn fluffy happy fanfic of your otp at 3 am even though you gotta wake up early in the following morning....

point is, they are not creating things, they are bringing forth responses from you that were already there in your brain (everybody has laughed before and felt fear, it’s part of human development). and how you react to certain content is entirely to you and your past. say, if you drowned as a kid on the sea - and had trauma from that - the idea of watching titanic is not so fun, is it?

it’s not my place to decide what you should do, that is entirely your own choice to make, just be aware that, as i’ve stated before countless times, i may write dark topics that may or may not be triggering to some.  i do so because it is my blog, and i don’t react so harshly to this content (in fact, i love horror, thriller and dark fictional stuff – meanwhile i dread the thought of rom coms, hell knows why??) for i am lucky to be able to separate fiction from reality. basically, whilst writing a villain, i myself do not become one in real life – that part remains in fiction only and doesn’t affect me.

that is not a constant, sure. i don’t just write dark shady stuff – there’s plenty of fluffy shit on my blog, but i like to warn people beforehand to make sure we are all on the same page. it’s for your own comfort, i suppose, because i may not understand certain points of view on fiction but i will always defend your right to be comfortable and safe.

so yes, if you aren’t feeling well at that notion, please unfollow and block me if you must – i never wish to cause any discomfort to anyone – however, before you do so (that is, if you do so) i beg you to just send me an im warning me beforehand, please? that way i can block you – and your other blogs as well – so the chances of me running into you again and causing you discomfort will be minimal. that way we’ll both be on own respective lanes and happy about it. i mass follow very often and don’t usually know which blogs belong to whom (uh, did that make sense? my latina ass is not used to using whom in a sentence....), i may follow another blog (or the revamped blog) of someone who has blocked me and never even realise it – that’s not me following you around and stalking like a total creep, that’s probably me not even remembering who you are. again, sorry – i don’t mean for this to come off rude or anything but???? its the truth? you know the drill, big following list, big followers list (well, big for me tbh, i cannot remember the name or alias of 600 people for the life of me, excuse me if my memory doesn’t serve me right), hard to keep track. there will be no witch hunts, at least on my part, because i deem them to be childish and way too dramatic for my taste. if you’d like to speak in private, adult to adult, i’m always game – i dread vague posting, i personally see it as a pathetic and weak trait. 

as long as you’re civil, so am i.

either way, do whatever makes you feel comfortable and safe on your blog – your  mental health is far more important (to me, and hopefully to you as well) than a hobby, than tumblr, rp or whatever fictional stuff someone’s writing or reading; you are responsible for your own online experience, and i am responsible for mine. that’s an empowering thing that should be reminded more often.

i truly hope i’ve managed to answer whatever doubts or questions you had in mind, if not my ims are always open and so is my discord. once again, thank you for reading my rules and stay safe!

edit; my dumb ass forgot to drop my disco handle, since i change often. it currently is   DOCTOR BITCHCRAFT !!! | 𝒏𝒐𝒙#1398

[greenygreenland]

Wannabe Chap 11: Star Wars x Reader

-i'm so happy that I made it this far into the book -i hope you enjoy reading my work, because I put a lot of love and care into what I do. Basically, this book is my baby that I'm nurturing and growing -you're a young child in your flashbacks btw. Also sorry it's been like two weeks since I updated. School just started like two days ago and I was so confused on what was happening and stressed since I chose to do remote learning

'𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 '𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻.' -𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗲, 𝗙𝗹𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗰

"Excuse me..." 

(Y/n) turned to the location of the voice. The young teen's padawan braid dangled from his brown locks, swaying as a strong breeze brushed past the courtyard. Today was a fairly cool day, so (Y/n) shivered a bit as she stood. "Were you speaking to me?" she quietly inquired. The boy let out a small, awkward laugh. "I don't know who else I'd be talking to." 

She surveyed the serene courtyard. At this time, it wasn't uncommon to find students studying together or other Masters holding classes in the afternoon sun. Today, it was absolutely dead. There was not a soul in sight save for her and the boy approaching. (Y/n) knew she had been meditating for a while, but not that long.

"By any chance," the boy added, "have you seen my master Obi-wan Kenobi?"

(Y/n) froze for a second, eyes widening in awe. She recognised the boy from class. He was a very eager and passionate student, but that seemed to be what held him back. Ever since he'd first shown up at the Temple, a plethora of rumours had spread about how he was the 'Chosen One' said to destroy the Sith and bring balance to the Force. Despite that, he himself hadn't reached equilibrium. "I," she swallowed and settled on the fountain's ledge. "I have not seen your master. Sorry."

She settled back onto the side of the fountain and the boy sighed in defeat. He plopped down next to her, placing his squarish hands on the ledge as he swung his feet in frustration. "Stars, he's been gone for hours and I haven't seen a single sign of him! Where could he be?" (Y/n) shyly shook her head with a shrug. "Master Kenobi is part of the Council, perhaps he is in a meeting?" 

"I haven't really thought about that." mumbled the boy. "Say, what's your name? I know I have some classes with you, but I've never really..." (Y/n) nodded in agreement. "Yes. I have not conversed with you. I am (Y/n)." 

"Last name?" 

She faltered, pausing to lick her chapped lips. The boy seemed so eager to hear her speak that she replied with, "Kryze. (Y/n) Kryze." He awkwardly smiled in reply. "Anakin Skywalker." (Y/n) frowned, knitting her brows so close together that they could have been one. "You are not going to...you know..." 

"You know what?" 

"Say something about me?" she quietly finished. Anakin mimicked her expression. "Why would I say anything about you?" (Y/n) played with the hem of her robes, turning her gaze to the loose threads to fiddle with. "I'm...I'm Mandalorian. The other kids always say I'll turn bad because of that." Anakin didn't seem to be all well-versed in Jedi history, because he only sat there with a dumb look on his face. Although he was older than (Y/n), he was definitely not the wiser.

"That's mean of them." (Y/n) dryly laughed. Her heart ached thinking about all the times kids picked on her for her heritage. It left an open wound that continued to grow with every passing day, and she knew that it was slowly turning her bitter. "That is what all the masters say, but none of them stand up for me. Some kids say that I should be a senator instead of a Jedi." (Y/n)'s shoulders slumped and Anakin crossed his arms. "I can't say I know how that feels like, but I do know that you shouldn't pay attention to that kind of stuff. My mum used to tell me that when I was younger."

(Y/n) nodded thoughtfully. "That is true. I suppose I just can't though. It is no easy feat to ignore people when they say I might as well be a killer." 

"Why would they have any reason to say that?"

"There was a battle between the Mandalorians and the Jedi long ago."

"Oh...I see."

There was an uncomfortable beat of silence. (Y/n) half-expected Anakin to get up and abandon her, but he turned to face her with a soft look in his bright eyes. "For the record," he piped up, "I think you're a wonderful person. I may not talk to you in class, but I see how nice you are to everyone. It doesn't matter what they say about you because I think it's great to be proud of who you are." (Y/n) furrowed her brows together. "Do you really believe so?" 

He firmly nodded. "I know so." He was about to stand up, but he tripped over his own robes and fell into the fountain. And for the first time in a while, (Y/n) laughed.

--- 

(Y/n) thought back to when Anakin shielded her from the exploding star ship probably a day or two ago. He had faced the full impact of the blast as she tumbled to the ground in his safe arms. 

"(Y/n)."

The pain in his voice was still so real to her. He meant every single word he said.

"I would never let anyone hurt you, and that includes me."

She turned back to the man marching towards her with the blood red saber. Her heart thumped so loudly that it could have popped out of her chest. That couldn't be Anakin--she was probably just imagining it. It wasn't possible and never would be. Even if it was, she saw him a few days ago. 

"Master Jedi," called the Princess, "we have to go now. If we stay here any longer, we all will die." The princess pulled (Y/n) up the ramp and into the safety of the rubbish ship and helped (Y/n) into the main lounge room. The two slid into the booth against the wall, and for a moment, (Y/n) relaxed. Her heart rate began to slow, and the blood rushing in her ears smoothly lessened into a dull throbbing. 

Then it hit her: that feeling of imbalance with the sense that something was wrong. She felt it in the air and in her veins and in the Force that what just happened was not meant to be. The Princess was saying something to her, but again, she couldn't hear.

---

"Why are you crying?" 

(Y/n) met Anakin's sky blue eyes with a sniffle. Her heart weighed heavy in her chest, and it was hard to breathe as she held back a sob. The temple was quiet this early in the morning, so she didn't expect to find Anakin in one of the main halls. "What...what are you doing here?" she cried out. Anakin leaned back against the wall and sunk down to the floor beside her. "I could ask you the same too." (Y/n) sniffled again and rubbed her eyes with the edge of her sleeve. Anakin dug around in his pockets and produced a small napkin. 

"Here." 

"...Thanks..." (Y/n) quietly blew her nose as Anakin averted his gaze to the open windows. The vibrant yellows and oranges of the sun illuminated across the brightening skies, reflecting off the clouds and shining over all of the city. Speeders lifted into the skies along with a variety of starships, zooming past skyscrapers and into the streets or up into the vast ink of space. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." 

Anakin frowned and scooted closer to her. He lifted up his sleeve and helped her wipe away the tears streaming down her face. "It's okay to cry, you know." (Y/n) knitted her brows together and said, "Everyone here says I shouldn't cry. They say it's a weakness and that I should release it into the Force but..." Her shoulders wildly shook and Anakin practically threw his arms around her. 

"Oh, no," he said. "Don't cry anymore. It's okay." He cradled (Y/n)'s small form close like his mother used to do. (Y/n) savoured the warmth reflecting off his aura and rested her head on his chest as he rocked back and forth, humming a small tune. The sun continued to rise over the horizon, soaring higher over the skyline and bringing with it a powerful light. "Did someone make you cry?" (Y/n) nodded. "Yeah." Anakin rested his head over hers. "What did they say?" 

"That...that I-I don't belong here. They said I'll never...that I'll never be a padawan..." Anakin wanted to believe he knew what he was doing, but he really didn't. Ever since he showed up at the Temple, all he's ever done was bow, speak beautifully, and learn the ways of the Force. Love wasn't exactly something they openly showed here, so he continued to hug (Y/n) close. 

"They...they said I'll be kicked out..."

Anakin's jaw dropped. "What? No! That won't happen. That won't ever happen. The Jedi wouldn't kick you out just because you're Mandalorian. They aren't like that, I promise." (Y/n) pulled away to wipe her eyes. "But those kids said..."

"What those kids did was waste their breath!" exclaimed Anakin. He wanted to say he was going to deal with this like a responsible padawan, but his lips curled into a scowl and his blood boiled like the lava on Mustafar. How dare her peers always insult her and make her days spent in the temple a complete nightmare? That wasn't the mark of a Peace Keeper, no it was one of pretender, a fake who only abused their titles. 

"You shouldn't care about what those kids say because you're an incredible, kind, and smart girl." he firmly said. The anger making his blood boil began to morph and cool into a sense of protectiveness. He didn't want to have to do anything he'd regret, so he resolved to protect (Y/n). Confrontation would only cause bigger problems, he thought.

"You've taught me so much about the Force and the Ways of the Jedi." Anakin added. He helped (Y/n) stand in the sun's morning rays. "When they knock you down, you've gotta get up again. You're better than them. You're so much kinder and nicer than them. If anyone's going to be kicked out, you better believe it'll be them!"

(Y/n) gave a watery smile and Anakin wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving it a good rub. "Come on, let's get some breakfast."

---

(Y/n) leaned back in the booth, resting her head against the ship's wall with a long sigh. That was her Anakin, the one and only who cared deeply for everyone and everything. He was like no other Jedi, compassionate and a bit unpredictable, but (Y/n) trusted him with her life. She paused for a moment and closed her eyes to bring her focus back. Her loud mind began to settle down before another face came into mind. 

Obi-wan Kenobi. Why had she sense him fighting the guy clad in black when he should've been back in Coruscant with Anakin? Her instincts were never wrong, but this? It again didn't make any sense. In fact, nothing made sense.

The Princess placed a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder as Han and Luke came barrelling into the ship. Chewie had already started the controls, and while the boys made a racket and got the ship up and running, the Princess made sure to keep (Y/n)'s attention on her. "Are you okay?" (Y/n) opened her mouth, but the words wouldn't leave her lips. There was a disturbance in the Force that literally made her feel like the galaxy were a seesaw, tipping this way and that in a weak attempt to keep the balance.

"I..."

She didn't know anymore. Was she okay? Was she not? Maybe she was drugged and that was the problem.

"...what year is it?" 

The Princess frowned in concern. "Han, do you have any water?" she called. He dug around the cockpit before throwing a flask over his shoulder. The Princess caught the flask with ease and pried the top open. "Here, we've all been through a lot today." (Y/n) took the flask and chugged down the cool liquid without a second thought. She drained the container until every last drop had gone down her throat. Leia took the flask back and closed it. "Feel better?"

"A bit. Thank you, Princess..."

"Call me Leia. What's your name?"

"(Y/n) Kryze." she replied. Leia was about to set the flask down on the booth, but she went completely rigid. "Kryze?" she breathily repeated. (Y/n) nodded. Leia's hand flew to her forehead as if she were about to suffer from a stroke. "You're Mandalorian and a Jedi? Is that even possible?" (Y/n) shrugged. "I used to think the same thing when I was younger." 

"How did the Empire capture you?" (Y/n) knitted her brows. There was that word again 'Empire'. "I apologise, but what does that mean?" she inquired. Leia pursed her lips together with a hum. "Did you hit your head? What was the last thing that happened before you ended up on that space station?" 

"I was in a warehouse on Coruscant. There was an explosion, and then I saw Count Dooku. He...I believe he was the one who kidnapped me." Leia looked beyond concerned. A small 'oh dear' left her lips that send chills down (Y/n)'s spine. "I don't know how to put this, but Count Dooku died a decade or so ago." (Y/n) wasn't sure how to feel about that. Confusion was her first instinct, then worry, and lastly, shock. It was like her body had completely frozen over in ice. She couldn't move or think straight. 

A decade or so ago. 

She missed out on a decade or so of history.

But how?

"I'm not too sure," continued Leia, "but you may have been frozen in carbonite or kept in a stasis pod. The Clone Wars ended about nineteen or twenty years ago, so you've probably slept through all that along with the Jedi Purge." Jedi Purge? The ending of the Clone Wars? Her vision suddenly became blurry. "I think I need to..." (Y/n) never finished that thought. Her eyes rolled back into her head and it was lights out completely.

PART 12

[indigosandviolets]

Risky Buisness

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x OC x George Luz

Summary: Andrew stitches up Liebgott after Alley is shot. They talk about risks, and after a battle they’re asked to take back some Germans.

Word Count: 2,607

Warnings: Flashbacks, gore, yelling in German

Part Ten of We Happy Few

-

Andrew was barely awake when the dog came up to lick his face, soaking him in its slobber and spit. He had just woken up from a nap (he and Babe were taking shifts) when Trigger came up to him, sitting down beside him and laying his head in Andrew’s lap after he was finished attacking Andrew’s face.

“Hey, Talbert,” Andrew says. “Why does your dog like me so much?”

“Likes his own kind, I guess,” Talbert replies.

“Funny, Tab,” Andrew says, petting the dog’s head. Trigger was a good dog, good moral for the company even though it was just there for the night and not all of the company could see it.

Good moral, that is, until Liebgott brought in Alley.

Everyone was on their feet and around the table, trying to figure out what they could do to help. Alley had been hit in the neck. He and Lieb were on patrol when it happened.

“How’d he get hit?” Lipton asked Liebgott while he ordered everyone around.

“Sniper,” Lieb answered.

“Get Roe!” Lipton shouted before looking at Alley. “It’s okay, you’re gonna be just fine.”

He didn’t respond, though. The blood pooling around his mouth as he bled didn’t leave any indication of him making it.

Andrew ran around, getting everything he could for Roe as he orders him to and trying to figure out how to help Alley when he saw the dark red at Liebgott’s own neck.

“Lieb, Lieb!” Andrew said, “You’ve been hit, what the hell are you doing?”

“It’s not that bad, I’ll make it.”

“You’re injured, dammit-”

“I can still do my job!”

“Joseph D. Liebgott, sit your ass down and let me help you,” Andrew says, sterner than he had ever been before. “Roe and Lipton and Talbert got Alley and I don’t know if you know this but you’re not gonna be able to do your job much longer if you fuck up your neck anymore.”

Liebgott, ever hard-headed, complies. He steps back and sits on one of the piles of hay in the barn. He takes off his jacket, but Andrew still can’t see exactly where he was hit, so he motions for Lieb to take off his shirt as well.

If there’s one thing the army couldn’t do, it was bulk up Joseph Liebgott. He was as skinny as ever, but Andrew knew he was strong. He always had been.

Andrew starts to clean up the blood from the injury, and as he does so, Lieb looks away from him, almost as though he’s ashamed of getting hit. Andrew continues to clean, and Lieb winces, making Andrew stop.

Blood. So much blood and his helmet’s gone and he’s just a kid-

“You alright?”

“Just keep going.”

Andrew had to admit, he didn’t know much about first aid. He was no Doc Roe -- but he could at least somewhat stop it from getting infected.

He’s just a kid and you’ve killed him. You’ve utterly killed him-

“How long ago were you hit?”

Liebgott halfway shrugged. “I dunno, maybe five, ten minutes ago?”

Andrew looked at the wound, trying to see the bullet through the metallic red liquid. “You got hit in a pretty tricky spot.”

“Least I get to keep that spot.”

“Are you gonna bring up every damn time I got shot?”

“Maybe.”

“You know, even when you’re injured, you’re still a sassy bitch.”

“I prefer panache.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“I thought the word was chutzpah.”

Liebgott winces as Andrew finds where the bullet is. It’s not very deep, but Andrew still needs to get it out. He looks around, unable to find the tweezers, or plyers, or whatever the hell Roe used.

“Just take it out with your hand, Andrew.”

“Lieb, you know-”

“Just do it.”

Andrew sighed, and looked into Liebgott’s eyes. He didn’t want to hurt him, he couldn’t bear causing him any more pain than he needed to. He looks around, trying to find a piece of cloth. He goes over to Talbert’s stuff, finding a bandana that he had planned to put on Trigger. He whipped the fabric, making it into a tight role before returning to Liebgott.

“Bite this,” He says, and Liebgott complies, taking the folded fabric in one hand. “We used your syrettes on Alley and I don’t want you biting your tongue off.”

Then, Andrew takes in a deep breath before moving his fingers inside of Liebgott’s skin. He’s taking spare glances to look at Lieb. Every second his hand is trying to find the bullet, the worse Liebgott looks, so he has to look away to continue working.

The only way to describe the bullet was a bitch. Only a part of the bullet was actually in Liebgott’s skin, so Andrew had to hope that he had gotten all of it out.

“Done,” Andrew says, and Lieb spits out the torn fabric.

“Fucking hell,” Liebgott replies, looking back at Andrew. “All that shit for nothing?”

“It’s not nothing, Lieb, it was still in your skin. I know I’m not a medic, but that wasn’t nothing.”

Andrew takes the bandana and cleans his hands with it as best he could before wiping off the rest on his pants. He gets out the gauze and bandages, moving to stop the bleeding. It’s not the best work, but as he ties the bandage Liebgott winces as he moves to put his shirt and jacket back on.

Andrew sighs, sitting down beside Liebgott. They’ve already moved Alley to a Jeep, and they’re alone.

“Damn, we could’ve gotten you to an actual medic, Lieb,” Andrew says after a while. “Now we’ve been left to hold down the fort. Talbert even took the damn dog, too.”

Liebgott shrugs. “I don’t think I’d want anyone other than Roe or you working on me.”

“So you’d trust me, someone with no medical experience, over a trained and certified medic who you didn’t know?”

“Course I do. You weren’t promoted for nothing.”

“I wasn’t exactly promoted for keeping people alive.”

Liebgott looks over at Andrew’s hands. “You’ve still got blood on you.”

“It’s not the worst thing that could happen.”

“How could it be worse?”

“Well,” Andrew says putting his hands together. “It’s your blood, right? Your blood is on my hands, and you’re alive. Now, your blood could be on my hands, but you could also be dead. That’s how it could be worse.”

“I’m not gonna die, Drew,” Liebgott tells him. “We made a promise, remember?”

“Yeah, and over the course of that promise, we’ve both been shot.”

“If I remember correctly, we made that promise because you got shot.”

Andrew chuckles. “We did.”

“And we’ve both held up to it, haven’t we?”

“We have.”

“So,” Liebgott says, moving to look at Andrew. “We’re good.”

“That we are.”

“And we’re alone.”

“That we are.”

Andrew smiled at Liebgott. Even in a barn in the middle of Nazi-land, with both of them bloody as could be, they were still able to have a good conversation, and still feel that spark. He leaned over, placing a soft kiss and Liebgott’s lips, and for the first time, there was an equally soft reciprocation. Probably because of the injury.

Andrew pulled away to see Liebgott’s classic smile.

“We gotta stop doin’ that in public places, Drew,” Liebgott says. “Makes people suspicious.”

Andrew sighed. “I know, I know. I like it, though. Makes things a little riskier.”

“We’re fighting a damn war, Drew, it’s supposed to be risky.”

-

Andrew had never been one to fix his bayonet. Everyone knew you didn’t shoot as straight with it on, but with Winters being the one to implement it, it was clear that they were going to get very personal with the Germans, and very fast at that.

The cover of red smoke was always a cover that Andrew thought was the most counter-effective that the army could have given them, but then again, he literally jumped into combat with his ribs wrapped up in the tightest binding he could manage.

Waiting for Winter’s signal only took a few seconds, but it lasted an eternity. That is, of course, until Andrew realized he was running and three Germans were standing in front of him, their hands up as they yelled at him, but he couldn’t understand.

He stared at them, not taking away his gun. He searched for a fragment of something, maybe a “don’t” or “please”, but he didn’t hear it. So, he shot them all instead.

I killed him, Luz! I killed him in cold blood! He’s just a kid and I fucking killed him!

Andrew shook his head, moving on. He had to admit, he had a killer aim. He hated it. He was injured during the D-Day Operations in Carentan and wasn’t able to help out for any of it, but here he was, with even better aim than before he got injured. It didn’t make any sense.

He wasn’t even going to shoot! He had no idea I existed and I fucking killed him!

Andrew wasn’t sure how he had gotten through that day. His brain kept returning to D-Day, in the dark, in the forest with Luz and the two German soldiers. He couldn’t stop it, it just kept happening. Every time he saw a German’s face, he saw the kid -- blood streaming from his mouth, his eyes twitching for a moment before going glassy. For a moment, he thought that he was the kid, about to die as the person who shot him stood above his body.

Andrew had always assumed that death was a gentle thing. That’s how it was with Uncle Andy. The way he had described the war, he just talked of his buddies and men in his company dying, like they had fallen asleep. Uncle Andy never talked about the screams, or the blood or the flying bullets or the exploding mortars or the fact that you absolutely cannot mourn or be scared of death because when you’re scared, you’ll die, just like your buddies. You can’t be scared of death or it will happen, no matter how long you try to delay it. You can’t be scared of death, because death doesn’t kill you, it just finishes the job, which means you have to be scared of whatever decides to kill you, be it a bullet or a knife or a mortar or a German’s bare hands.

Andrew hadn’t noticed how much he had been thinking until he heard Winters.

“Joe, Joe!”

Andrew hadn’t noticed he had been sitting beside Liebgott until Liebgott replied to the Lieutenant. “Dammit, what?”

Andrew turned, seeing what Liebgott had been firing at. The fighting had stopped a little while ago, and Lieb had been lazily picking off one of the Germans, who just refused to die.

Andrew noticed his body getting up before he had even looked away from the Germans. It didn’t even feel like his own body. He walked with Winters and Liebgott and watched as Winters took Liebgott’s gun and dropped it down to one shot.

“You’ve got one shot, and eleven men. If you drop one of them, the rest will jump you,” WInters says before turning to Andrew. “Marin, I’m only letting you keep your gun because I trust you a whole hell of a lot better than I trust him.”

“What do you mean by that, sir?” Andrew asks.

“Last time I checked, you weren’t shooting at German prisoners, now were you?”

“No, sir, I wasn’t.”

Winters looks back at Liebgott. “Don’t drop ‘em,” He says before handing Liebgott’s gun back, stepping aside as Liebgott turns to the Germans.

“Lass uns gehen, aufstehen,” Liebgott announces to them, and some of the Germans get up. “Steh auf, komm schon!” The rest of the men get up. “Hände hinter dem Kopf, lass uns gehen.”

Andrew walks beside Liebgott as they start to march the men back to headquarters, about three miles down the road.

“You're bleeding,” Andrew says after a while. “I think you might need stitches.”

“What an astute observation, Drew,” Liebgott replies, bitter. “How’d you come to that conclusion?”

It has a weird sense of being funny, that short snippet of conversation. “Lieb, you can’t be upset over what Winters did-”

“I signed up for this war to kill Germans, Drew, and you did too,” Liebgott cuts him off. “We didn’t sign up to keep these fuckers alive.”

“I’m not happy about it either, alright?” Andrew says. “You know I’m with you on killing Germans, I always have been. The only reason why I’m keeping these fuckers alive is that I don’t want Winters to demote me and I don’t want to commit war crimes.”

“Spiers did it.”

“I’m pretty sure that Spiers is a sadist,” Andrew tells him. “And Spiers is in a different company. I’m pretty sure the only reason he got away with it is that it was D-Day.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Andrew saw one of the Germans start to put his hands down, away from his head. “Hey!” He called out, walking up to the prisoner. “Lieb, what was the word again?”

“Hände hoch.”

Andrew brought his gun p to the prisoner. “Hände hoch, mother fucker!”

The prisoner complied, body shaking with fear. “N-nicht schiessen!” It was the same thing the kraut was saying on D-Day.

“Shut the fuck up!” Andrew says, but the kraut doesn’t stop. He’s almost weeping.

“Andrew!” Liebgott called out.

“Dammit, Lieb, what?” Andrew says, turning around.

“You’re gonna scare him to death before you even have the chance to shoot him.”

“He’s not following orders, Lieb!”

“For fuck’s sake, just calm down, will you?” Liebgott says. He ordered the Germans to keep marching as Andrew walked back to him. “He just put his hands down.”

“If we were their prisoners, we would have been shot on sight and you know that.”

Liebgott looks at Andrew, almost incredulously. “What the hell has gotten into you?”

And then Andrew can’t stop thinking about Normandy. The two Germans. He can’t stop, it’s just too much. He’s changed so much from that night. The Andrew then wouldn’t have cared if the German had put his hands down. The Andrew then wouldn’t be shouting at a prisoner with a gun pointed at him.

“Andrew?”

Andrew looks back at Liebgott. “I don’t know,” He chokes out. It’s almost a whisper. “I...I’m sorry. I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I can’t stop thinking about the kid.”

“Andrew, what the hell are you talking about?”

“The kid I shot in Normandy,” Andrew says. “The soldier. I can’t stop. He’s...he’s all I can think about. I killed a kid, Lieb, how the hell does Mr. Eisenhower expect me to live with myself after that?”

“Andrew-”

“He saw me kill him. He saw my face as he died. I was the last thing that kid ever saw. He probably wanted his mother and father, but all he got was me.”

Liebgott, for one of the first times, looked like he didn’t know what to say. Andrew was surprised he was able to keep the German prisoners in check as they marched them, but then again, none of them knew English. Or, if they did, they were keeping it to themselves.

Upon dropping the prisoners off, Andrew knew that Liebgott had seen a side of him that he had never planned to show. It was one of a few sides like that, but Liebgott had now seen him like that, seen his guilt, and he already knew one of his worst secrets.

Maybe it’s time he learned the rest.

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[queensparklekitten]

11-year-old me’s takes on Willcraft Animations Monster School

My pre-teen self had massive amounts of fanon and headcanons with the Monster School videos that actually made the videos more complex and worldbuilt than they ever were in canon. Part of this came from me imagining up dialogue into every single video, part of it was just me observing and coming up with theories. 

Anyways: 

The reason Creep has to steal others’ work is that he can’t see the whiteboard behind Ghist. (seriously, watch the Crafting video, he sits right behind a ghast!) 

Speaking of the crafting video, you know how Creep made a pickaxe, Ghist made a lantern (out of Zombee’s head) and Skellington made an ender eye? They were all planning to go mining and exploring strongholds after school. 

In the cooking video, Zombee puts gold in the cauldron. Why? Because he thought it was an actual cooking ingredient- namely, butter! After all, there IS a popular YouTuber who refers to gold as butter in Minecraft... and Zombee watches him. 

What a lot of the characters (except Zombee, who does NOT commit autocannibalism) made in the cooking video is something they like to eat. Endie loves melon, Mucus likes cake, Spider likes that stew he made with the potatoes and the villager and the XP point, Zombieswine likes mushroom stew, Skellington likes anything he can make to look cool (like that chicken-and-melon thing that looks like a flower), Ghist eats porkchops and apples when she can access them, and meanwhile, Creep put TNT in the furnace because TNT is the main diet of creepers. Also, the dyes are all flavoured. 

There’s a password to get by the iron golem in Stealing. The password is different for every species. Creep got past, but Zombee tried “lemonade” and failed because that’s the creeper password.  (i picked Lemonade from a lyric in the Creeper Rap video) 

Zombieswine and Ghist formed that alliance because many Nether mobs have an unspoken fraternity that comes of living in the land of fire and death. 

 You know Endie’s terrifying berserker mode? All endermen have that, and it awakens for the first time in pre-teen or early teen years. Before then, making eye contact with a player has no effect, but then again, it’s not like younger endermen ever leave the End, so they probably won’t have player encounters. Some endermen simply have heightened kill instincts and highly heightened desire to kill, and have their strength and physical stats upped. Other endermen enter a completely different state of mind where they practically become someone else, and are entranced in their desire to KILL in an over-the-top way that often involves toying with or dismembering your prey before killing it, as well as eating it afterwards. Endie is firmly all the way at the “different state of mind, decisions made entirely by subconscious because the conscious mind has one thought and that’s KILL” end of that spectrum, making him one of the more deadly endermen when in berserker mode. Also, when this superpowered killer state is about to awaken for the first time, there’s signs all over the place. In the Hiding video, remember how Endie was noticeably meaner than usual, throwing a bookshelf at Zombieswine and going out of his way to give himself a better hiding spot then the others? That’s no accident. Endermen suddenly losing their morals is a sign that their berserker mode has awakened and that next time they make eye contact with a player, that player will be DESTROYED. 

Word of Endie’s superpowered killer side spread REALLY fast, and everyone knew about it very fast. By combat class, everyone was raring to see it. That’s why, when Endie covered his eyes due to being slightly scared of his sadistic killer alter ego, Spider climbed on him and moved his hands. When Endie fought in that class, everyone cheered him on and freaked out. 

Also in the combat video, when Skellington is forced to use a bow, he remembers that he had arrows in his backpack, and he fetches his backpack. He intentionally hid the poisoned pumpkin pie in there, and it was his plan all along to use that instead. 

Zombieswine plays Super Mario. That’s why he always gets mushrooms involved in what he does. 

In the Halloween video, the reason Zupay griefed the second house too even though it gave him candy was because he hates that flavour. 

Endie does eventually get over his fear of his berserker mode, seeing as he willingly enters it in Scaring class. He still won’t use it against other hostile mobs without a reason to, though. It can still be activated against them, though, which Herobrine exploited when he used illusion stuff to make Endie see Witton as a player just long enough to activate his superpowered killer mode in the second combat video. 

In the field trip episode, Zupay went dragonriding because, on the bus, Endie told him and others about it when he was chatting about the End on the way there. Endermen do ride the ender dragon sometimes, but it’s a rule in the End that you can’t do it unless it’s on the dragon’s terms, a rule which Zupay straight-up broke. Later on, Endie is chatting with the enderdragon because he knows her, and he’s both apologizing for Zupay and talking shit about him. 

The bus trip episode takes place after the second combat one. And when Hildegarde confiscates the flint and steel, Zupay NEVER gets it back. Serves him right! 

You see that rec room at the beginning of the second combat video? And the other room Zupay was in? Yeah, the second room is meant for killing practice, on chickens and animals, but it’s not used nearly as often as the rec room with a snack bar and a block crafts section. 

The longer Endie spends in berserker mode, the more violent he gets, and the more likely he is to go out of his way to inflict as much pain and suffering as he can before the kill. He also loses the ability to distinguish friends from enemies when in berserker mode, as can be demonstrated when he not only mercilessly tears apart Multus in the second combat video, but also seems to take sadistic pleasure in doing so while leaving his enemy alive as long as possible. Only other endermen are immune to being seen as kill targets when Endie is in that state. The same is true for all endermen. 

Mucus freaking LOVES redstone. 

Before I saw the Christmas episode, I’d formed headcanons about where the characters all lived. I liked them better than the caves, so I decided that during holidays and events, it’s considered good luck among hostile mobs to spend the night in the nearest cave, especially if you decorate it a little. (yeah, for Nether mobs, this includes under-lava caves.) The energies from caves (the darkness, the noises that scare players, the treasures, the protection from sunlight) is believed to bring power and fortune. As for where they live when it’s not event season, Skellington’s place is a mob spawner room, Cavell’s is an abandoned mineshaft, Silvester’s is a stronghold, Endie lives in the End (and he teleports to the Overworld so he can hang out with his friends in caves during events), Ghist lives on an overhang in the Nether that’s partly walled off by lava, Spider and Creep live in a forest, Zombieswine’s place is just the fiery Nether terrain, same with Maggie but she’s closer to the lava sea, Blaise and Witton are Nether fortress roommates and don’t believe the cave superstition, and Zombee and Mucus actually do live in caves (the latter is near the bedrock layer). 

You know the ripoffs? The monster school videos made by people other than Willcraft, videos that copied the format but lack what makes Monster School awesome? Yeah, those are actually different schools, but they exist in the same universe. Every now and then there’s competitions between the schools. Come on, that one building can’t fit every preteen/teenage hostile mob around! There’s gotta be several. 

[doctorgerth]

Contest Winner (Third Place)

Winner: @arkanfire

Prize Choice: Full NSFW Alphabet with any character

Description: Full NSFW Alphabet with Eustass Kid; female mentions and pronouns

Rating: 100% filth

Warnings: extra extra smutty, like, all the smut

Note: Sorry to post these prizes out of order! I have the one shot for second place winner a little over half way done, it’s just taking a bit longer because it is a one shot. I went ahead and worked on this today and it didn’t take very long so I wanted to go ahead and post it! Hat, I really hope you enjoy this, my love! It was really fun to write! I need a shower now... x 

Full NSFW Alphabet (Eustass Kid)

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

- Depending on if it's a one night stand or someone he truly loves, aftercare can actually vary

- With one night stands, he's pretty quick to tell them to get out, or quick to leave if he's at their place; he has no interest in cuddling or exchanging in pillow talk with someone he's never going to see again, let alone someone he doesn't really give two shits about

- With someone he loves, he's of course more inclined to stay; he's still not very cuddly as he usually gets really hot to the touch after his sessions so he'll ask his partner to stay on their side of the bed for a moment until he cools down

- he'll either grab a glass of water or perhaps some whiskey, and probably some food as well, not caring if he's walking around the place completely naked; if he's feeling particularly generous he'll ask them if they want anything while he rummages through the kitchen

- once he's ready, he'll allow his partner to cuddle him, usually he'll just lie on his back and let them cuddle up on his chest

- he doesn't really participate in much pillow talk as he's pretty quick to fall asleep after

- he'll pretty much always be honest and tell them if their session was good or bad, no matter who his partner was for the night

- cleanup is a bit messy as he usually leaves to clean himself off, measly throwing a towel or shirt or whatever at his partner to clean themselves

B = Bodypart (Their favorite body part of their's and also their partner's)

- he's of course mega proud about his cock, is anyone surprised?

- he's conquered many ladies with it, made quite a few cum all over it, what's not to be proud of?

- it fuels his ego immensely when a woman praises his cock, god he can't get enough of that

- he's also quite proud of his torso, how broad and toned it is; it's usually what wins the ladies over initially

- as for his favorite part on a woman? definitely the ass, everyone knows Kid is an ass man

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

- Kid's cum is a bit on the thicker side, really really sticky

- It's not the best tasting cum by any means, but it's not the worst

- Kid usually prefers to cum on his partner's ass or in their mouth, but he's really not picky as seeing his partner drenched in his cum is gonna excite him either way

- He actually has pretty good aim too, he's not really clumsy when shooting his seed, if you tell him not to get it in your hair he's pretty good at following your orders

- If his partner asks him to cum inside, he's honestly really turned on but also really terrified as he doesn't want any kids right now

- unless it's with a partner he really trusts, he'll usually just ignore them, pretending he didn't hear their request and jizz literally anywhere else

- his pull out game is immaculate; no babies for Eustass  

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- It's not much of a secret but it is dirty nonetheless: Kid loves anal sex

- Penetration, rimming, anything that can be done to the booty he's gonna do it because he just absolutely loves it

- The extra tightness, the view of the ass, the naughty sensation of doing anal just really turns him on so much

- He doesn't care how taboo it is, it's a thrill to him and he's gonna keep doing it

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

- Kid has a great amount of experience, but not nearly as much as he likes to put off

- He's had a handful of one night stands, some really great, some absolutely shitty, but by now he definitely knows his way around a woman

- He likes to be in control 99% of the time, so he'd of course need to know what he's doing in order to be the leader

- There's some gray areas where he's a bit unsure, so his partner needs to be able to explain it to him well to his understanding or he's not interested; sex isn't meant for trial and error, he's going to fuck you like he knows how to

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

- Literally any variation of Doggy Style

- it brings forth a sort of primal desire in his being when he gets to fuck someone from behind; there's so much power, so much carnal energy from taking a woman from behind

- bending a girl over and just pounding into them is definitely his favorite way to have sex; he'll usually grab fistfuls of their hair, or smack their ass until his hand prints are littered on their skin

- he's an ass man, so he needs to see that ass when he's fucking

- Reverse Cowgirl (in the rare instances he lets his woman top)

- Kid isn't totally against a woman topping him, if she knows what she's doing and just how he likes it, he'll let her take control

- it's just such a rare occasion for a woman to keep up with his pace while riding him, plus he gets frustrated with all the teasing so he usually throws them off and goes back to taking the reigns

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they more humorous)

- If you ever laughed at Kid while having sex with him, he'd get instantly pissy and probably storm out; the mood is just ruined for him in general

- Sex is no laughing matter; it's time for him to make the both of you feel good, chase after your respective highs, what's so funny about it? Are you saying he's doing so poorly he's making you laugh at him? No one laughs at Kid!

- He takes it way too personally honestly, and gets real butt hurt about it, so laughing during sex is a no go

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

- The carpet definitely matches the drapes

- His dark red pubes are insanely curly

- He honestly gets really frustrated with the shaving, he cuts himself like every time due to his impatience, so he doesn't really shave all too often

- He trims his hairs down when they get too wild for his liking, but that's about it

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

- Romantic? Yeah right

- Sex isn't romantic to him, he doesn't get the whole "emotional connection" that comes with it, so he doesn't see sex as a big deal really

- It's just two people trying to gain physical pleasure

- I can see him having "romantic" sex with the absolute love of his life if she asks him to, and obviously sex with someone he loves does mean something to him, but other than that, he's not very intimate in the bedroom  

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

- Kid has been whacking it since the age he first learned how to

- His masturbation habits may be a bit over the average Joe's, but he needs to release his anger and stress somehow

- He literally has no shame in where he masturbates, when the urge arises, he's gotta do it then and there; he'll usually just sneak off to the nearest private room

- Needless to say, Killer and the rest of the crew have walked in on him plenty of times

- If possible, he'd like to stare at some suggestive magazines or maybe a picture of his lover (if he had one), but his mind and hand really do all the work themselves

- Just like with sex, he curses a lot during the process and he's a bit loud when he cums

- He'll usually just jizz into his hand or a spare shirt or sock; the floor of his bedroom is full of cum clothes, smh

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

- Humiliation Play

- calling his partner a whore or a slut or whatever other degrading name really gets him going; the way they react to it, whether they moan in delight or growl in annoyance will always turn him on

- don't ever try to humiliate Kid in bed though, he'll get ticked off easily; he expects you to praise him, telling him how good he's fucking you

- Pain

- Kid is always a bit rough when it comes to sexy times; the pain felt or inflicted just sends an adrenaline rush through his body that ignites the sexual fires inside his veins, making for some intense, rowdy sex

- Choking, gagging, spanking, hair pulling, biting, etc. are all things he enjoys in the bedroom

- He's even okay with his partner slapping him around a bit, it doesn't ever hurt him, but it stings just enough to fuel that rush

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

- Kid could really care less where he has sex just as long as he's getting some

- From the most private quarters to the more public areas, he's gonna take his partner when he's in the mood (also with consent bc Kid believes in consent gdi)

- I'd say some of his favorite places are the bedroom, his study, public restrooms, and alleys

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

- The adrenaline after a fight always manages to make blood rush down to his member

- That victory after defeating someone/something or even the energy after a fight with his partner always makes him hot and heavy, eager to get nasty with them

- Seeing his partner either flustered from his teasing or pissed off from his antics also makes it easy to pop a boner

- Revealing clothing is a bit more difficult, as yes he enjoys seeing the more risque side of his partner, but he's also pissed to see them flaunting their stuff for everybody to see

- Either way, it's motivation nonetheless, whether it's motivation to praise their sexy body or motivation to punish them for being so scandalous; they're gonna end up having sex either way

- Public teasing is also another way to get him in the mood

- But let's be real, this boy is practically always in the mood

N = NO (Something they won't do, turn offs)

- Cuckolding or threesomes with another guy

- No other man is ever going to have the chance to fuck his woman, that is not okay in his books; his lover is his and only he can make them scream in pleasure

- Being submissive

- Kid doesn't have a single submissive bone in his body so don't expect him to bend for you

- Although he can appreciate a woman taking charge every now and then, he has to have the ability to regain control whenever he wants, so he's not really interested in being cuffed or tied up

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- Kid actually has a pretty short tongue, his clit game is ridiculous but as for eating out? it's not his best work really

- Due to this, plus his own selfish ways, he much prefers receiving than giving

- That won't stop him from asking his lover to come sit on his face though

- 69ing is probably his favorite way to do during oral, that or having his lover on their knees for him, sucking him off

- He loves some good face fucking, so be prepared for him to grab you by the hair and pound his dick into your mouth

- He won't deny that he loves the feeling of someone gagging on his cock, it makes him feel massive and he just basks in the feeling of them practically choking on his member

- Cumming in his partner's mouth is one of his fav ways to blow a load

- He finds it hot as hell if they swallow; watching them clean up and swallow his mess is always a gateway to some intense fucking

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

- Slow and sensual are words that just don't belong in Kid's sexual dictionary

- His pace is 99.9999% always going to be rough, relentless, and animalistic as that's just in his nature

- He needs a strong woman that can take his eager pace as he's never going to go easy on them

- His pace is roughest during quickies or when his partner has been teasing and tormenting him all day

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

- Quickies are definitely a thing with Kid, though they're not preferred like you would think

- Kid likes to give his all in everything he does, sex included, and you can't really do that with quickies so they're not his preference

- But he's definitely not opposed to them either, if a quickie is all he can get right now, it's a hell of a lot better than nothing so he'll take it

- Quickies are usually the roughest sex you'll get from Kid; as he usually just completely skips any kind of foreplay and jumps straight into pounding into you like a wild animal

- Up against the wall quickies are his favorite  

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

- Kid isn't really into experimenting; he's had his rounds, he knows what he likes and he knows what he's good at

- His sexual ways are enough to satisfy him, so he won't settle with a partner who expects more out of him

- I can see him willing to experiment with a partner he truly loves and trusts, but he'll probably complain the whole time lmao; and there's just certain things he'll definitely say no to, like pegging or golden showers or just weird things

- As for the taking risks, the idea of getting caught by someone while doing the do is a major turn on for him, so I'd say he enjoys taking those kinds of risks

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

- On a good day, Kid could probably go about 3 or 4 rounds

- Usually though, he makes his sessions long enough for them to be absolutely exhausted after, so just one more round to seal the deal is usual his go to

- Kid has impeccable stamina, and can last for a pretty long time to no one's surprise

- He knows when to quit it though as he can tell when his partner is getting exhausted; so typically, he'll go for however long his partner will allow him

- That's not to say it's impossible to make him cum because there are quite a few talents that can make him bust easily

- Blowjobs are an easy way to make him nut, especially if you can manage to deepthroat his cock; the sensation of someone gagging on his cock always brings him right to the edge

- Strict attention on his head will always make him cum quicker than usual as it's just so sensitive

- Kid never really lasts long during anal sex either as the extra tightness around his dick is just too much to handle

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

- Toys with Kid are a no go

- He owns a fleshlight, thanks to a gag gift from Heat, and he used it once but it wasn't nearly as good as his hand so it just kinda sits in his drawer

- If he can't bring himself pleasure from his own personal skill then there's something wrong

- With a partner, the same rule applies; if he can't make them scream his name and cum all over him with his own body and skills then he's not doing a great job

- He firmly believes they don't need toys to have good sex

- The furthest I can see him going are small toys he makes himself like maybe nipple clamps or something idk

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

- Kid isn't much of tease during sex as he likes to get straight to the point usually

- Most of the teasing happens beforehand like when Kid is trying to insinuate he's in the mood and he's trying to test to see if his partner is in the mood as well

- A lot of his teasing happens in public, whether it be groping, toying with her lady bits under a table, or slamming her against the wall and grinding his member against her, then just casually walking away

- He definitely knows what he's doing when teasing, as his actions pretty much always lead to a sexually frustrated partner that is more than eager for him when they get a chance to sneak away, begging him to fuck her

- He'll appreciate a partner who reciprocates this form of teasing but he doesn't like a teaser in the bedroom; he's way too impatient for that

- If you want really frustrated Kid sex (which hey you just might) then tease the hell out of him and he'll show you no mercy

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

- Kid is loud as fuck and he kinda hates it about himself because he of course wants to hear the moans from his partner rather than his own

- But between the cursing and the spanking and the grunts and the "Who's fucking you so good?" kind of chants, anyone within ear shot is gonna know what's going

- His voice is low, but he's just a naturally loud and boisterous man so of course his groans of pleasure are gonna be loud, like distant roars of rolling thunder

- He tends to curse and grunt a bit louder once reaching climax

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)

- Kid finds it absolutely sexy to see his lipstick smeared all over his partner

- If the situation allows, he'll sneak away to apply some more on (he's always got it on him) just so he can smear the lipstick all over his partner's body, littering her skin with his red marks

- He might look a little ridiculous with smeared lipstick on his face, but he could care less as the markings on her body truly make her look divine

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants)

- His dick is pale just like the rest of him, but with a big, blush pink tip that's really sensitive

- I'd say he's about average size (for his height), probably about 6 inches or a lil less than that

- What he lacks in length he makes up for in girth; his dick is thicc af, and he's quite proud of the way he stretches women so well, but it's a bit painful for virgins or anal sex tbh

-  It has a couple of prominent veins, but other than that, it's really smooth

- slight curve upward

- more of a shower than a grower

- his balls are about average in comparison to his penis size (they're also really sensitive)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

- Way too fucking high lemme tell ya

- This man is a literal walking sex machine, ready to shove his dick into something literally any second of the day

- He's got so much built up anger and stress he needs to release, so he's like horny 100% of the time

- He honestly needs a partner that is ready to get it anytime and anywhere

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwords)

- Because his sessions are long and intense he's pretty quick to fall asleep after due to overexertion and the blissful feeling of coming down from his high

- He's pretty good about cleaning up before falling asleep, but honestly sometimes he just crashes right after rolling off of them

- He hardly cares about getting dressed before crashing, as I said before he gets really warm after sex, so he'll allow himself to cool off before rolling over and pulling his partner into him

- If he's staying with a stranger (very very rare) he'll just roll away from them and start snoring immediately

- With a loved one, he'll try his best to stay awake, talking about whatever they want, but sleep ultimately takes him within five minutes after sex

[oveliagirlhaditright]

So... since a lot of videos that are being recommended to me lately, are about people’s ten most hated tropes and it’s on my mind... I’ve decided to do my own list. For no reason whatsoever.

1. Fridging... do I even need to explain why I hate female characters being killed off, just to cause a man pain or further his arc? No. It can happen with guys--think Sydney Bristow’s fiancé, Danny, from Alias, who died and set her whole story into motion--and sometimes it can even be done “right” (like with Aerith Gainsborough from FFVII, or something, where she was maybe slightly fridged... in that she somewhat died to bring Cloud pain. But more than that, she died to save the world--and actually had agency with that--and knew she was going to die, and bravely went through with it, anyway)... as “right” as this annoying trope can be done. But for the most part, I hate it and get so mad when authors use it.

2. Lack of Communication Kills... There is no more annoying plot in the world, then when all the drama and your entire goddamn story happens because people can’t open their damn mouths and have an actual conversation with each other. -sigh- 

2.5 And with the above one... though not as bad for me: when a character is saying all these glowing things about another one--and maybe says one bad thing about them--and of course the other character only hears the bad stuff. Or when a character gets there at the wrong time: like, someone is kissing their significant other... and their significant other clearly didn’t want it, and told them no, and isn’t even kissing them back... but the main character is going to miss all of this and think they cheated when they didn’t. We’re just going to call these two together “plot convenience”.

3. The “Can’t Ever Have Sex” trope... I hate this one so much. And not even because I care about sex. I really don’t. It’s just annoying and unbelievable. A lot of the time, it was done in the late 90′s to early 2000′s, where networks thought if they let their two main love interests have sex, the audience would lose interest in the rest of the thing and stop watching there (and look, I feel if you think your fans are only watching your movie or show, just to see their two favorite characters have sex, that’s kind of your problem right there). But I just find this a cop-out, and am glad most writers have moved away from this--because if you’re a good writer--you can keep your audience invested and let your characters have sex, dangit. But Buffy (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) not being able to have sex with Angel, because he’ll turn into serial killer vampire Angelus is dumb. Max and Logan (Dark Angel) not being able to sleep together, because Manticore put a deadly virus inside of Max that only targets Logan’s DNA is stupid. Jace and Clary (The Mortal Instruments) not getting it on until the last book, because first Jace was her “brother”, and then because he was possessed, and then because he had heavenly fire inside of him, etc.... why? Just why? And a lot of these are in danger of getting into “sex is evil” and/or “sexuality in women is a bad thing” categories.

4. Love triangles. I get why people love love triangles. I do. And I can sometimes even enjoy them myself... but I’ve just seen them too many times now to really care about them. More often than not, they annoy me... especially if people are being abysmal to each other--so you’d wonder why Person A loves Person B at all, if they treat them like that--and there’s cheating involved. I also... just don’t believe that it happens so often in life, that right when Character A and Character B realize they’re in love with each other... A Character C just happens to be in love with one of them, too, and chooses then to let them known. Edit: Also, when the author clearly has a choice of who they want the person to end up with... so they make that person wonderful and the other one terrible, so you’ll hopefully choose what they want, which sort of defeats the whole point of the love triangle to begin with. Have both choices be great, so you struggle with the character and get why they’re struggling.

5. The “I’m leaving you/breaking up with you to protect you” trope, that’s usually coupled with “And of course, I’m not going to tell you this is the reason I’m doing this--I’m just going to break your heart, for no good reason--instead of actually treating you like an equal and giving you a choice about how you want to live your own life.”

6. I don’t hate this one as much--in fact, I might not even hate it... but I still don’t like it--but whatever trope it is, that has one girl and two boys in a group of three, and two girls and three boys in a group of five: where the girl always has to be the gender that’s outnumbered for some weird reason.

7. Villain monologues... though to be fair, I also do this a lot in my own writing. And I get why it’s easy to do... Because most of the time, you don’t unmask the killer--or whatever--until the end of the story, and you also don’t get all the clues to tie it together until then, either, so the only one who knows everything has to fill you in on it... but it’s just so unbelievable. And even moreso, if a murderer is confessing to a cop, or whatever, knowing full-well that this will throw them into prison for life or even give them the death penalty... when anyone else in this situation would say nothing.. or ask for a lawyer. Or even still say nothing with said lawyer. And with this one... when a villain would have actually killed their enemy, if they’d actually shut up and done it instead of gloating.

8. Chosen one storylines... just chosen one storylines. For one thing, I think they’re overdone and kind of lazy. They can also make your character seem like a Mary-Sue... because what are the chances that they, of all people, are the only one in the world who can do this thing? And it just annoys me, that in a lot of “chosen one” stories/prophecies or what have you, someone else could do all the work in defeating the Big Bad or whatever... but because there’s a prophecy, they can’t kill them no matter how hard they try! And then the chosen one can just come in and bonk the Big Bad on the head--dealing the final blow that they couldn’t have even inflicted on the bad guy, if the other person hadn’t done all their work for them--and then they get the credit for it. Like, it must suck to be the supporting character in a chosen one story. Surely they should all hate the chosen one, right? Especially since chosen one stories are also often “new to the world” stories, where everyone else has been fighting the Big Bad for years... but now out of nowhere, a chosen one can get introduced to the problem and in one second do what they in years were unable to do. I do, however, love love love stories that subvert the chosen one narrative.

9.Rape as a way to make a story “gruesome” and “gritty”. Rape in general, actually.

10. I’m someone who always wants and prefers a happy ending... but to be honest, some people in your narrative probably should die--and there probably should be some consequences to whatever happened--otherwise it feels too perfect. But on the flip-side of that, I hate stories with the most bleak endings ever... and when authors refuse to give you even a hint of a happy ending whatsoever--because “that’s life, bitches”--and even seem to want to shame people for wanting/expecting happy endings.

Edit: Honorary mention, that maybe somewhat goes with the “Can’t Ever Have Sex One”: senseless relationship drama in a ship--all the time--because for some reason, the author(s) think you can’t invested in a relationship that’s actually happy and healthy together. This can also be a “we fight, we break up. We kiss, we make up” one. There is a difference between relationship drama that’s needed for the plot, and relationship drama that’s just there because the writers think you’ll lose interest, otherwise, and because we gotta be “dark, gritty, and realistic. Because clearly there aren’t happy relationships in the real world. Clearly.”

Edit 2: The next honorary mention. The Damsel in Distress trope. I have no problem with girls needing to be saved in a story--I have less problems with this than most people do, probably--or a guy, if it’s the “Dude in Distress” trope. But if you refuse to give such a character any agency whatsoever, there’s a problem.

Edit 3: The “Girls Hating Each Other” trope.

Edit 4: A girl’s entire character being all about the boy that she likes... with literally nothing else, and really no other relationships, to her. I feel this is usually the fault of male authors who don’t know how to write girls at all.

Edit 5: When a story goes on much longer than it should (after its story has really come to a close)--and becomes the worst thing ever for this reason--and just refuses to end.

Edit 6: When love interests put their love interest before the fate of the world--refusing to make the tough choice they really probably should--that the author thinks is romantic... but really isn’t. And kind of says bad things about the characters and their love... like that they’re and it are selfish.

These are all the ones I can think of off the top of my head. There may be more. And I may edit this list, if I think of honorary mentions... or things that I think should have been on here more than the ones that I listed. But for now... this is good, I think.