#and then all this happened because I like ro think of dumb scenarios

[maudiemoods]

You all wanted another au right? Yeah? No? Hm ok

Idk y/n is a mechanic and buys and trades robot parts and they came across an old discounted pair of bots from an old corporation that went bankrupt a long time ago and they now own them!! Two best friends acquired!! They ran all their systems to make sure they work! The original plan was to dismantle them and sell them for parts but then being sentient kinda ruined that! Moon is a kill kill attack guy and sun is a !! !!!! !!!!! Guy and they are constantly having a fun little party!! Sun is 100% energy until he runs out of battery and collapses while moon is more mellow but more murderous!! Or something idk

[softrozene]

Arthur Comforts Reader with Past Assault

Anon asked: Uh I saw your "comfort fem reader who has experienced an assault" request and Im wondering if I could get a scenario instead but with Arthur and a male reader ? like I'f you know /that/ one encounter Arthur has with a creepo arther could be comforting and helpful to m!r since no one helped him thank you ro

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Unfortunately, I do know the encounter you are talking about. I ran into him on my first playthrough and was in shock that it was a thing. I thought I was getting robbed but no I honestly think it is a “good” (honestly traumatizing though) encounter to bring awareness that this kind of thing happens to males too but sad that Arthur does end up bottling it in or gets all grumpy when Bill brings it up.

Either way, I did enjoy writing this for comfort and I love that Arthur would want to help in this situation. The relationship here can be taken as platonic or romantic and there will be solid and dumb advice.

Once again let me remind you all, that you are all so worthy, so loved, and valuable.

Originally published on March 9, 2020

Arthur Morgan x Male Reader

Warnings: Angst, PTSD, mentions of past sexual assault, fluff/comfort

Words: ~900

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The first thing you notice when you jolt awake is how uncomfortably sweaty you are. The slightly cold air brings some relief as you realize it is still nighttime. That you are under a tent and can hear the snores of the fellow gang members.

Sitting up, you wince upon remembering the nightmare you just had. The disgust and anger become strong as you stand up and go look for a bottle of alcohol. Anything to not remember that terrible hellish nightmare.

The campfire flames illuminate the drunk passed out faces near it.

You huff and go for one of their long-forgotten bottles. However, you freeze upon seeing a tired-looking Arthur watching. He offers an exhausted smile.

“What are you doing up (Name)?” His weary voice reaches your ears.

The phantom touches you feel from your nightmare make you sick to your stomach. You hunch over ready for any sort of sickness to come out but instead, you just remain that way. Arthur comes up and gently pats your back to try and help.

“You good?” He questions after a minute.

You shake your head and stand up straight. It is obvious you weren’t from the immediate latch your mouth has on the bottle. You take a few gulps before you look at the tired man. The scowl on his face grows as does the worry in his eyes.

“Y’know if you need to talk, I’m all ears.”

You grumble, “It’s stupid.”

“If it’s making you cry it ain’t stupid.”

You’re crying? The thought makes your cheeks warm-up in embarrassment and the anger for your past assailant grow. Arthur sighs as he starts to walk off. He pauses slightly to look back at you.

“C’mon. Let’s go for a walk.”

He heads for a small trail that leads just a bit away from camp. You follow desperate to ignore these stupid thoughts and feelings. Once only the moon illuminates the surrounding areas, Arthur stops walking.

He turns to you but is patient in letting you gather your thoughts.

“Stupid nightmare,” You murmur.

He says nothing as he waits for you to continue. Upon not seeing any kind of judgment come from him, you do continue, your voice shaking with anger and slight fear. The hesitance was the first thing he heard until you continued and your confidence in him grew.

“I woke up from a goddamn nightmare. Something happened to me quite a while ago. It’s stupid because I’m a grown-ass man who got hurt. I got hurt real bad. It’s stupid because I should’ve prevented it or something. I should be over it, but I’m not. I just want these feelings to go away, this goddamn fear I feel-“

You choke up and stop talking. The tears are coming out strong now and Arthur heaves out a sigh. He was confused for a moment before he recognized those feelings.

“Someone hurt you?” It comes out more like a question but it is the answer.

The nod you give makes him sigh again. No one was there for him when it happened. In fact, he got made fun of at the suggestion of thanks to Bill. The least he can do is provide the much-needed comfort no one showed him.

“Those feelings don’t go away… Or they haven’t for me,” He starts.

Once you realize that he’s admitting something similar happened to him, you are all ears. You are desperate for the feeling of not being alone.

He continues. “I got taken advantage of too. Was stupid of me. Could’ve prevented it too I bet but I didn’t. A guy from a swamp knocked me out and did some pretty vulgar stuff. He’s dead now. I went back and fed him to the alligators. It should make me feel better but it doesn’t.”

Arthur stops talking for a second and looks at you. You are in shock that even Arthur went through something like this. You ask, “How do you feel better ‘bout it? How do you get the nightmares to stop?”

“Time. It may seem stupid but time heals wounds. It could take a lifetime or a week but it will happen. Everyone is different. For me, I try to ignore it.  It doesn’t stop the nightmares. Knowing that I could be that vulnerable ‘course hurts but it happened… And I’m rambling. Listen, you gotta find what works for you. You ended up venting to me. I haven’t done that because it ain’t my style. Venting may work for you and I will always be ears. We can get drunk if you want. Or go and feed the alligators the person who hurt you. Maybe get Hosea’s input. We can try a few things, see what works best,” Arthur finally states.

You nod and fall silent. He groans a little bit before adding in, “What happened to us, it doesn’t make us any less of a man. We ain’t like those cowards who did that shit. You ain’t alone in this.”

You are still angry and hurt but that’s too be expected. Right now you feel a lot better after talking to Arthur. You feel confident in confiding in him.

Arthur puts his hand on your shoulder and states with a smile, “I am proud of you for at least talking to someone ‘bout this.

[endious]

one thing mfs rllllyyyy cant seem to do is separate reality from fiction... "taboo" kinks and fanfic topics will always exist. dark romances and dark erotica always will. these will be the same mfs telling you to kys over writing non-con scenarios and then picking up a book like hooked or even a fucking colleen hoover one.

these will sometimws even bw the same people with taboo kinks themself - piss, whatever the fuck. cnc is as much of a kink as others !!!! you seriously DO NOT have ro tell ppl to kts over ir!!! it is not that serious i PROMISE you!! ESPECIALLY when its in fiction too.

your fanfictions would only be truly hurtful if they, you know, actually hurt someone — which is mostly impossible because if someone even happens to read a thirst of yours, they'll know to either back off because its not their thing or to indulge in some more since they like it. by continuining to reading ur fics, and getting hurt by it, thats THEIR fault because they had their warning.

you have rhe rules page for a reason, if someone ignores it, thats their fault. consuming media of topics that are harmful to you will always be your fault if you get hurt by it, since mosf times there will be content warnings for things. (this is different for media with obvious taboo topics that have no warning whatsoever - which can definitely happen and is unforrunate.)

all in all - dont tell people on the internet to kill themselves over fiction. over jeff the killed thirsts. over jeff the fucking killer fanfiction. you are chronically online and need help!

anyways. how u doing cadie <3 i hope ur doing well!

-🔪 nonnie <3

i couldnt have said it better myself honestly. thank you for putting what ive been thinking this whole time into words ! i’ve always been of the mindset that people need to curate their own experiences. if something makes them uncomfortable or triggers them just stop interacting with those themes ! block people, block tags, block content — there’s things you can do to protect yourself but if you’re purposefully exposing yourself to themes that you dont like who else is to blame but yourself ? there’s a reason i have warnings on my blog and warnings on each fanfic i post bcus it is important for people to know before reading something that it will contain things that might make a majority of people uncomfortable. so i dont know what else i can do when i have done every thing i can to make people aware of what i post. the only ones at fault are the dumb asses making themselves triggered and uncomfortable by reading my stuff when they know they arent comfy with the themes from the start.

pushing that aside bcus i dont want to feel bad today, IM DOING GOOD ! ! definitely needed sleep that fixed my mindset and mood by so much honestly <3 i hope you’re doing good too babes ! ! im still waiting for my jtk plush -_- but it was finally sent out to ship or whatever like ? ? ? 8 or 9 states away LMFAOOA so it probably wont reach me for a while unfortunately but im excited regardless ANDJAODOWM how are you ! ! tell me anything i missed while you were gone 😞

[funnyexel]

Quiet Tsundere x Reader

A/n: This is a drabble. If you like it don’t be shy, leave a request. In the requests on my page. Enjoy <3333

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Yawning, your locker slams shut. You jump at the sudden action, drowsiness present in your form. He towered over you. Looking down at you as if you’re a lesser being than him. You stared back at him. Silently having a staring contest until you gave in. Yawning once again, you lean against the locker. “Yes?” You grip onto your books as they slowly slip out of your hands. He only looks you up and down. Hitting your books with little effort nearly knocking them out your hand and poking you with minimal force. “I’m tired. I was up all night.” You rub your watery eyes. He walked away from you. Maybe onto his next class but it was beyond you as the bell rang to continue your tiring school day. 

You sat in your usual choice of seats. In the back, you’ve been doing this since the first few weeks of school. The words coming out of the teachers mouth was equivalent to gibberish. You didn’t understand and didn’t want to understand. Sleep was taking over your body as your head met the comfortable school desk. And just like that you were back into dream world. How you ended up sleeping in class was an interesting reason. To think it’d be because of studying or something like that but no. It was because of dumb, never gonna happen fantasies. And with the last person you thought would be in your head in this type of way. How in the world did this happen? Funny story...

“You’re telling me. You have no feelings whatsoever. If he’s not sexually harassing you, they say it’s a sign he likes you.” You roll your eyes at her ridiculous accusations. In your mind, the day he likes you is the day pigs fly. “Mhm. That’s exactly what I’m telling you. He doesn’t utter a word to me. What makes you think he likes me.” You chuckle, hearing how crazy it sounds coming from your mouth. This goes on for days and days on end. Until you’re up at night, thinking if he really does like you. Making scenes and scenarios in your head about confessions, dates and other things.

 And most unexpectedly fantasies about his voice, if it would be deep and smooth or high and premature. It really stumped you. You heard rumors around the school about how his voice is deep and gravely like concrete. Whatever that means, but then again it’s just rumors. Could be true, could be false but only the one the rumor is about will know. On the flip side, his “friends” were noticing his actions towards you as well. It was sudden nonetheless but it was frequently that they would see him around you. He had one true friend. One he knew since the crayon stage. 

He’s the only one that he got comfortable enough around to speak and use his voice. Why is this? He was insecure about his voice. It wasn’t bad or anything but he thought it was super deep, so one day after puberty hit him he decided to stop talking and only talk around those he’s comfortable around. He wanted you to be one of those people. Oh, how it would overjoy him for you to be one of those people. He could talk for hours and hours on end if he had the right person. And in the back of his mind, you were his right person. Corny? Yes and he knew this so he kept to himself. Keeping it well hidden at that. 

The girls that hung around his “friends” hung around him too and he disliked it. These wasn’t his kind of people, they were cool and whatever but not his type of crowd. They started to pick at you while he turned a blind eye. Saying small remarks like “such a pick me girl” and “she came outside wearing that?” It was subtle at first but became more and more obvious. Even though he wouldn’t talk, his body language spoke volumes. With a stare he stopped them from picking at you but it only stopped momentarily. Given they saw how it riled him up and they thought it was hot in a way. Very weird I know. 

“Y/n.” What’s that noise? You thought. “Y/n L/n!” A pair of hands slam on your desk causing you to jump up. They could visibly see the tiredness in your face. “Y/n, go to I.S.S.” They demand. The class inserts cartoon like noises, while you pack up your belongs and make your way to the classroom. You huff as you close the door to your classroom. Sleepily walking to the I.S.S. classroom which is turning into a jog as the hall monitor cracks down on you. They follow you to I.S.S. and close the door behind you. You look at the basically empty classroom with barely anyone in it. 

Sitting down at one of the back desks, you take out a notebook and doodle. A few minutes pass by and a piece of paper slides its way onto your desk. You didn’t see where it came from so you opened it. “how’d a goodie two shoes end up in here?” You lip sync to yourself, now knowing who its from. There lay, the way too familiar bookbag. You sigh and crumple the paper in your hand, putting it in your backpack. Now going back to your doodling activities. This time a paper ball hit your head and landed in front of you. “stop crumpling up my note, idoit.” You roll your eyes and write under his words. 

“you spelled that wrong and I’ll keep crumpling it up if I want to.” You throw it into his lap. He sat at the desk, in front of you to the left. “I know I did, you autocorrect junkie. did you break a pencil or better yet fold a paper wrong.” He was messing with you. “shut up and stop throwing this back, you’re gonna get me in trouble.” You finally go back to your doodling. You feel a minor yet hard kick in your leg. You jerk up ready to place your fury upon the poor soul. He puts his hand up for you to stop then points to the teacher, she was pregnant and out cold. He throws the paper at your chest and turns back.

Frustratingly, you open and read it. “she’s not even paying attention. and you have nothing better to do.” The temptation to crumple this paper is unbearable. “LEAVE ME ALONE!!” You throw the paper at his head, turning your body to the right and continue your doodling. Now in peace, you realize what you’re doodling. It was a mini comic about confessing. Alertly looking around, you rip out the page and shove it into your bookbag. ‘I hope no one saw that.’ You breath out at the thought. You felt little hits at your head, again and again and again. It was slowly getting to you. 

‘can’t this be over already.’ You bury your head into your arms. A soft tap is placed upon your right shoulder. Lifting up your head, an unbothered female rests the note on your desk. You’ve seen her before around the school, she was pretty antisocial as far as you knew. “Those group of girls in the front are staring at you.” At the last word, you lift up the note a bit to get the girls in your eye range. Placing the note on your desk, you reply. “nice to know...you wouldn’t happen to know why. would you?” You drop it on her desk. He stopped throwing paper at you. 

Unfolding her note. “because of your friend. watch out for them, they’re not so...friendly.” You glance at the women again, this time they notice you. “he’s not my friend. but thanks for the heads up. I’m y/n. what’s your name? I’ve seen you around before.” As you pass her the note, he gently places a note on your desk. “This is alot of note passing.” You mutter to yourself. “look at the door, stupid.” Rolling your eyes, you look and see your best friend. A smile creeps it’s way onto your face. “What are you doing?” You lip sync to her. “Class is over come on it’s lunch.” She motions you to come out.

Shaking your head, you receive the note from the girl. “Vera.” You put the note in your pocket and look back to your best friend having a silent squabble with him. You motion for her to stop. The sound of the bell echoes in the class, awaking the teacher. Looking to the ground, a puddle of papers engulf your feet. Thinking fast, you move your backpack closer to the papers and shove them all in your bag. “Ok. I don’t feel like filling in a report so this time, I’ll cut you all lose. Out.” She motions to the door and she didn’t have to tell you twice. You dashed to the door, almost knocking your best friend out. 

Taking her wrist, you pull her to the cafeteria. Sitting her outside at your usual table, she sighs. “He’s annoying....” You slowly nod to her observation. “Just right for you.” She adds to her unfinished statement with a devilish smile. You slap your hand to your forehead and shake your head. She chuckles, leaving to get lunch for you and her. You pull out the papers from your bag. All were blank except for one. 

“This note is for the Idiot who finds it.  You Lack In the brain department. Just so you Know. It Even hurts mY brain to talk tO yoU. Even though I don’t talk.” 

This note made no since what so ever, some letters were written over as if he made a mistake. You put the confusing note in your pocket for later. Feeling the breeze, you close your eyes and relax. “What do you want with Arthur?” A girl in close contact, spits with a noticeable cruel attitude. You open your eyes and they land on the same girls that were in I.S.S. They stare at you intensely. Causing you to answer. “Nothing.” You awkwardly say, playing with a piece of paper. She snatches the piece of paper from you. “Like hell! You’re ugly. He doesn’t like you and would never like you.” 

They encourage her hateful words. “Honestly, she’s the bottom of the barrel.” They begin to cackle at the ‘not so insulting’ insult. It was insulting but not so much for you to go crying to your mommy. Taking their leave. “And him being with you would be the top of the barrel. Wouldn’t it?” A snarky remark leaving your mouth, loud enough for them to hear. “What did you just say?” She turns her head, doll like. Reminding you of Annabelle. “I said, And him being with you would be the top of the barrel. Wouldn’t it?” You repeat yourself but speak slower so it can sink in. 

“Can we help you?” Quinn says, placing the food on the table and standing by you with her knee on the seat. “Listen here, skank. He doesn’t want you.” You roll your eyes at her. “Yeah, I can tell. I’m not interested in him. You can knock yourself out. Metaphorically.” You sigh and take a water from the tray. She gets visibly more frustrated and mad at your unbothered state. Scoffing loudly, she leaves you alone. Glancing at the surroundings, people were gathering around you. They soon realized it was just a disagreement and go back to their business. Quinn was very surprised at how you handled the situation.

Surprised that you even responded to her. “I’ll beat her up.” You chuckle at your best friend. “Words can’t hurt me.” You breathy huff and lean your head in your palm. Secretly staring at her approaching him, smothering him. ‘He looks so uncomfortable.’ You stop staring at her and look at him. He catches your eye and you revert your eyes back to Quinn. She was staring at you the whole time. “I’m not interested in him, she says.” She mocks you, even adding her own commentary. The end of the day came pretty quickly. The halls were practically empty as you went to your locker for the rest of your stuff. 

“I just had to get held back by that teacher. Wasn’t I.S.S enough for them?” You say to yourself as you put your stuff in your backpack. The click of your lock, set about some rapid footsteps coming towards you. You looked and two people grabbed you by the arms. “Let go of me!” You yelled in her face. She laughs wickedly as you get dragged into the bathroom. They striped you of your bookbag and threw you into the stall doors. Your back hit harder than it sounded. As they started to beat you up, you reached into your pocket and pull out your taser, tasing someone in the ankle. 

They dropped down to the ground and this was your chance. Hurriedly crawling to the bathroom door, you push it open. At that moment, you got away. A tight grip is placed upon your ankles with all your might you hold onto the door frame and scream to the top of your lungs. All the while, one of them were pulling your ankles with all their might. Your hands gave in as soon as another pair of palms gripped onto your ankles. Your screams echoed from the bathroom for a moment until an inhuman slam came across the door. Silence filled the restroom, you laid on the floor bruised up and lightly bloody as they stopped their movements to the new person. 

Hearing yelps of surprise, soon enough you were being lift up bridal style in strong arms. Your left eye refusing to open, you stared at him with your right. A heavy sigh of relief, left your lips as you leaned into him a little closer than before. The far too familiar sound of cheap paper crumping fills your ears as he sets you down on the nurses table. The nurse wasn’t there but the door was unlocked. He got some band-aids and alcohol. Sitting on a chair next to the table, he patched you up best he could. You avoided eye contact with him at all costs. “This is awkward.” His voice shook you to your core. Though you were already shaking from the recent events. 

“y-yeah.” Voice low and sore from screaming. He finished, putting all the stuff back, placing a ice pack to a huge bruise on your leg and giving you another for your eye. You stayed quiet for the most part, but you reached into your pocket and held out the crumbled note to him. He looked to you and took it. Leaving the ice pack on your leg, he unfolded it and immediately saw your writing on the bottom. “I like you too.” He lip synced your neatly written words. Shoving the note into his pocket, he gazed into your eyes with hopefulness. “can we leave?” You state, feeling like someone is watching you. He offered you a ride home which you gladly took, having already missed the public bus. 

You both talked the whole ride. Getting used to his voice. He took you to get some food. Throughout the ride, you both established that you’ll keep this relationship on the down low. Arriving at your home, you invited him in but he politely declined. “I’ll see you in the morning?” You leaned in the window and nodded with a smile. “Bye.” You flash one last smile before turning and walking to your front door. Putting in the passcode and entering the house. Walking into the kitchen you but your fast food bag on the island and took a sip of your drink as you dialed a frequent number. “Quinn. You will not believe what just happened.”

[ddarker-dreams]

Do you have any blog recommendations bc my dash is super dry. It doesn’t have to be yandere just anything in particular ah

i’ve been wanting to do blog recommendations for a while now so this is the perfect opportunity !! here are some of my favorite blogs and what i love about them. i’ll keep adding to this as more come to mind... 

@ramwrites [yandere content, hxh]

has lots of god tier hunter x hunter content! ram is actually the blog that i read the most and made me want to make a yandere blog of my own,, i can’t recommend their stuff enough! they have lots of interesting ideas for dark content. honestly even if you haven’t watch or read hunter x hunter it’s worth checking their stuff out just bc of how they pull you into a story so well. this is my favorite work of rams!! 

@honeytea8 [18+, jjba]

shay does a variety of jjba headcanons and scenarios!! i especially love the aesthetic for her blog. she posts a lot of content relating to jjba part 5 so if you follow me for that, you’ll love her blog! honestly just has some of the cutest headcanons ever... i can’t count how many time’s i’ve read this headcanon post of hers. SO CUTE ... !!!!!!

@costellos [jjba] 

HUGE inspiration to me, toya is a big sweetheart and a phenomenal writer! every time i see she’s updated her blog i’m running over there at the speed of light. i don’t know if this makes sense but the way she describes characters interacting with the reader feels so genuine?? and real?? idk i just love it. always makes me smile. reading toya’s work is like drinking hot chocolate or something it’s just so heartwarming. whenever i’m feeling down i read her stuff! i recommend this, it gives a lot of interesting insight into the bucci gang !! 

@jojosprostate [18+, jjba, yandere]

CALLI IS THE GOD OF SMUT!! if you’re ever feeling thirsty you gotta head over there. she never fails to amaze me honestly. i always check to see what her new stuff is multiple times a day bc it’s That good . she writes for a variety of the jjba cast, giving some of the less popular characters lots of god tier content!! my favorite work of hers is definitely sweet citrus [smut], i’ve probably read it around ten times no exaggeration. calli does the lord’s work. 

@greenbeanb0i [18+, jjba]

JUNO INSPIRES ME SO MUUUUCH !!! they’re so knowledgeable about a variety of subjects and it shows in their work. juno puts an unbelievable amount of effort into their worldbuilding and characters, honestly business before pleasure feels better than published novels i’ve read before. if you like giorno i literally CANNOT recommend BBP enough. they also do analysis on characters and different works, i end up reading it even if i’m not familiar with the media it’s based on just because i find juno’s perspective on things so absorbing.

@dear-yandere [multifandom, yandere] 

i think we all know how amazing vanya is, but on the off chance you haven’t stumbled across her works, please check her out!!!!!!!!! everything vanya writes is like poetry, i can’t even begin to describe how much i love her writing style. there have been so many times i read her descriptions and i just go HOW ?? can anyone think of anything this clever and amazing ?? but like this happens to me multiple times when i���m reading her stories. vanya’s work is like the finest of Wine (i haven’t actually had wine before but i’m assuming it’s rich or something...) this is my favorite work of vanya’s, it literally blew my mind . i never thought i’d feel anything like sympathy for yandere DIO but vanya managed to make me feel that way. her work always invokes so many emotions -- anxiety, hollowness, a lack of power -- the perfect combination for yandere works. you’ll find yourself rereading the lines of her stories multiple times and going WOOOAHH i promise . 

@jotaros-massive-tiddies [18+, jjba, some yandere]

ro honestly is a godsend to anyone that loves jjba and is thirsty as Fuck. honestly most people that are into jjba are thirsty so this is the blog for YOU . stumbling across ro on ao3 was like the equivalent of finding gold i s2g. i binge read their stuff and still find myself returning to their stories!! they’ve written for almost all of the jjba characters too, so chances are you’re gonna be partying over the content for any less popular characters you might like. 

@bigwriterenergy [jjba, some yandere]

GOOSE IS SOMEONE ELSE WHO IS MY LORD AND SAVIOR ,, she singlehandedly inspired me to share my scarlet ribbons work. her reverse harem bucci gang headcanon post was a cultural reset unlike Any other. its a national holiday as far as i’m concerned. goose is someone else who describes the relationships between characters so well, that it feels real. i especially LOOOVE how she writes jotaro. it’s hard to pick just a single one of my favorite works from goose but,, i’d definitely say it’s the reverse harem one i mentioned earlier. 

@j0succ [18+, jjba, some yandere]

nat has an expansive library of jjba content!! anyone who loves la squadra, it’d especially be in your best interest to check out their work. they also do confessions on their blog and it’s really fun to see. as a part 5 fan i’ve spent hours reading through their blog, their characterization is perfect!! my favorite work of theirs is their yandere giorno piece <33

@kazooli [18+, some yandere, bnha]

the Lord of shigaraki thirst, or just thirst in general honestly. honestly has opened my third eye. ever since i’ve seen their characterization of shigaraki being an absolute degenerate i Cannot picture him any other way. kaz is someone else where it’s difficult to just pick one favorite because all of their works are great,, but i especially love this shigaraki [smut] piece. it feels like it encompasses all of the things that make shigaraki a degen and it’s just,, chefs kiss

@risottos-peach [18+, jjba] 

this blog is SO FUN !! there are a lot of interesting confessions and i love seeing it pop up on my dash. tumblr flagged her for no reason recently bc it’s a dumb website so please go give her a lot of love, her content is a joy to see <33 my favorite piece would be this godsend of a gold experience requiem fanfic [smut], it’s such a big brain usage of the stand. 

@zellywrites [jjba] 

ZELLY HAS A SUPER COZY AND CUTE BLOG ,,, her headcanons are so precious i love her writing a lot. soft and sweet vibes. i believe her writing is some of the first i saw for jjba on tumblr, it served as an inspiration for me to try writing jjba myself!! i love this headcanon post of hers the most, it’s so cute that i went :’))) !! when i read it. 

[loopy777]

do you think we might actually be getting a full on reboot of the star wars film series, like some rumors have been saying for the last half year?

What? That’s a real rumor?

I can’t fathom why Disney would consider doing it (at this point in time). I mean, what would a reboot get them? I think this has to be fan speculation.

Would they really remake the movies everyone already knows and worships like a religion? After turning ‘Rise of Skywalker’ into a love letter to abusive Luke stans on Reddit, they’re going to try to recast the character and retell the story? There’s no way that could ever possibly turn out well, and Disney’s handling of the franchise already has everyone back to worshiping at the alter of George Lucas, so everyone is primed to want to hate a remake. And that’s assuming Disney can even find a halfway-decent director willing to risk their entire career in the attempt. Sure, I think the prequels could be remade into a genuinely good Space Opera epic if they didn’t have to conform to the Star Wars Three Movies Across Six-Seven Hours Formula, but would that really gain Disney anything? The best case scenario would be the Lucas fans still decrying the result, but everyone else going, “Yup, you remade those bad movies into decent movies that basically tell the same story.” That’s not exactly going to light the world on fire.

And if the reboot is not to remake the original movies, then what’s the point? Star Wars isn’t exactly constrained by continuity. The EU has already shown the storytelling viability of jumping a hundred or a thousand or whatever number of years into the past or future. If Disney wants to do its own take on the Jedi and state of the galaxy, just jump a hundred years into the future, say, “Rey Skywalker created a Reformed Jedi Order and blah blah blah...” and then do whatever you want. Right now, every single Star Wars story that the average movie-goer knows is centered a single family (aside from Rogue One, which is a minor adventure about some people adjacent to that family). Just tell a story about different space wizards; it worked for Ahsoka Tano and the Rebels series. Sure, there’s an established timeline for the state of the galaxy, but is “There’s a Republic, a war starts, then it becomes an Empire, then a rebellion overthrows that Empire, and then it happens all over again!” really that constraining? It’s all just set-dressing for stories of knights and cowboys and fighter jets in space. And if timeline jumping doesn’t appeal, then just go to a different section of the galaxy, or a different galaxy altogether. Space is really big.

The main reason why this is dumb, though, is because the wide movie-going audience doesn’t have a problem with continuity. Only fans care that Padme died in childbirth and then Leia later talks about her like she actually knew her for years. Star Wars continuity is a bunch of broad strokes that set up whatever we’re doing in this movie. (Whereas ‘Rise of Skywalker’ continuity is a bunch of broad strokes that set up whatever we’re doing in this current line of dialogue. And even then it’s pretty shaky.) No one cares how the details align as long as it feels like a complete, compelling story (again, compared to RoS, which feels like bad ‘The Last Jedi’ fanfic instead of anything logically following from ‘The Force Awakens’). What George Lucas focused on wasn’t the details of the continuity, but mythic archetypes in a setting with a wild and suggestive amount of detail on the screen. He probably made up explanations for the Clone Wars as he was asked in interviews (and then made up new explanations when it came time to make the prequels), but he knew the value of alluding to them like the characters all knew what they were.

And he certainly knew the value of showing audiences something new. Did you know he tried to sue the original Battlestar Galactica because he was miffed that they beat him to showing an ice planet? XD

I can’t imagine even the Disney leadership is so stupid to think a reboot would solve any of the franchise’s current problems.

This sounds like fans not thinking things through.

Note: I say Disney in this post instead of Lucasfilm because I’ve seen references to Disney leadership exercising more control over the movies. However, my talk of “Disney” includes whoever currently has any input into the franchise, including Bob Iger and Kathleen Kennedy and Dave Filoni and Jon Favreau and whoever else gets to contribute. Individuals in there might be good people who are good at their jobs, and yet ‘Rise of Skywalker’ is a disaster on every level.

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Endeavors of the Mind (Part Four)

Bakugo and Midoriya both struggle with different aspects of their newfound relationship. Katsuki wants to be more open with his affections for Deku, but is hindered by his intimacy issues. Izuku covets Kacchan's affection, but is too afraid of being overbearing.

~Or the one where Bakugo and Midoriya both want the same things from each other, but are too oblivious to notice.

BakuDeku-centric with mentions of KiriShido and TodoMomo. Yaoi. M/M

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Midoriya overthinks things, causing Bakugo to have some self reflection. This leads Katsuki to make a big decision about their relationship.

Part Four

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Izuku's emerald eyes shot open, wide and fearful, blood running cold. His scarred fingers went slack against Kacchan as the loud snap echoed loudly amidst the darkness. It reverberated ominously in his ears until it was all he could hear over and over again, drowning out all other noise and thought. His heart clenched, knot forming in his stomach, twisting his insides until he thought he'd puke. This was bad.

'We've been caught...' His mind numbly informed him, heart picking up pace as the words swirled in his head, nauseating and oppressive. His body quivered anxiously, lump forming in his airway. The thought of exposure set his body into a spiral of fear, dread clawing away inside him, causing his vision to tunnel and blur. This would ultimately cause complications for Kacchan. Kirishima finding out was one thing, but this...

This would not settle well with Bakugo - Deku knew that without a doubt; it'd put a heavy strain on their relationship, leaving Izuku to try and mend the damage it would inevitably cause.

Kacchan put up a strong front, seemingly unbreakable and indifferent to others opinions and thought - a hero who showed no weakness, and the green-haired teen knew that was true most of the time. Bakugo was as fiery and unwavering as his Quirk, passionate and all consuming, unafraid, reckless and proud! It's what he loved most about him - what pulled him towards him! But Midoriya also knew Kacchan wasn't always such a thick wall of confidence and bravado - that wall would crumble sometimes, insecurities visible to Izuku alone; the mossy-haired teen had always been the exception to the blonde's breakdowns. Kacchan never hid his feeling from Deku, and even when he did try, it wouldn't be long before he opened up to the smaller hero - one way or another. Kacchan was human and subject to human emotions, even though he acted otherwise, and the freckled teen knew something of this magnitude spilling out before the explosive hero adjusted would leave Kacchan vulnerable and open. The shorter boy knew that would devastate Bakugo. He'd see it as a weakness, and he was too proud to allow himself to be seen in that light. It would probably cause him to withdraw from Izuku - seeing him as the cause of that weakness!

'I can't lose this progress with Kacchan!'

The younger boy knew that'd be like starting all over again, making him swallow hard against the lump that threatened to choke him - the mere notion made Deku's stomach twist painfully, heart pounding with bruising force against his rib cage.

The freckled teen feared losing the progress they'd just achieved!

Another snap echoed in the dark, causing Katsuki's vermilion eyes to dart around the dark foliage. Trying to find the source of the sound, the older teen gripped harder onto Deku, knowing the green-haired hero still didn't have full control of his legs. Bakugo's heart beat erratically, blood rushing in his ears - adrenaline pumped throughout him at the fear of being caught. He didn't know what he'd do if someone was out there lurking like a fucking creep, watching them and then speaking even a word about them.

The thought of their relationship being broadcast to the world before its time made the explosive hero's stomach churn nervously, and he fucking hated it. It was one thing to be anxious when it involved doing things with Izuku - cuz that damn nerd had a way of making him feel all these jittery feelings all the time - but to feel them out of apprehension was infuriating. He didn't like these stupid feelings running through him. The blonde knew he had to find a way out of this damned dilemma if he wanted it to stop. The aggressive teen couldn't deal with this right now. It was too stressful of a time already with graduation right around the corner, and he didn't need to add this on top of his already preoccupied mind!

'Fuck whatever asshole is out here!'

Another snap resounded, and Bakugo's glare zeroed onto a rustling bush. His palm flickered with the beginnings of an explosion, ready to blast whatever shithead crawled out,  heat of his Quirk slowly burning away the sticky substance that still coated his hand.

On top of everything, things were finally starting to become comfortable between him and Deku; they were making so much fucking progress, it almost blew his fucking mind. But still, the explosive hero wasn't quite ready yet - Katsuki needed just a little more fucking time, then it'd be time to announce it after they graduated! A small part of why he wanted to stay private about their relationship was to avoid everyone meddling in their affairs, causing them both undue stress; Bakugo didn't want to risk distractions - they couldn't afford it with their goals coming so close to fruition, and he wanted to make sure he and Deku graduated together!

The rustling increased, and the taller boy tensed, anticipating someone tumbling out. But to his relief, a small rabbit hopped out instead, staring at him with wide eyes before scurrying back into the brush. The bomber hero could only assume that's what caused the twigs to snap, but even so, Katsuki was still on guard.

If someone really was out there and saw anything, it would ruin both his and Midoriya's hard work keeping it on the down-low. Most of their classmates were shit when it came to keeping things secret, and if even a hint of a rumor hit Ashido's fucking ears, it'd be a matter of minutes before word spread like a disease among everyone in the party, forcing his hand in the situation.

Katsuki cursed aloud at the notion, scowl prominent on his lips, "Fuckers."

Bakugo knew he simply couldn't allow that - to have one of those idiots decide something of this caliber for him, it was un-fucking-acceptable! His teeth ground together, clenching hard at the thought, heart thumping with anger. This relationship was a choice he and Izuku made together, and he'd be damned if he allowed some fucking prick to take that from them, but most importantly - to take that from Izuku! If the crimson-eyed teen was going to go public before his allotted time, he would do so with his nerd at his side and not because some loud-mouthed asshole outed them. The bomber teen owed that privilege to Deku alone for being so understanding and patient with him!

"-ro- you-," came a distant echo, voice carried by the soft breeze, yet muddled by the swaying trees, making it difficult to distinguish. It confirmed that someone was indeed out there -  which wasn't good at all. But if Bakugo focused on the brighter side of this shit scenario - the voice sounded far off, meaning they had some time before whomever ventured close enough to find them.

"We got some time, nerd. But we can't stay here long," he spoke, glaring angrily into the trees. He found a modicum of relief in the fact, but he still didn't like this at all. "If we don't leave soon, whatever dumb fuck is out there will find us."

The aggressive teen felt Deku quiver in response, but he didn't speak. Katsuki didn't think anything of it, mind racing as he ground his teeth harder, wishing he could just use his Quirk to get them out of their situation. His palm twitched with aggressive anticipation, smoke wafting off his free hand, heat burning away the remainder of residue of their intimate affair. He didn't like this at all - standing here on the defensive just waiting. The blonde hero didn't have much patience, and what little he did have was quickly running out. The taller teen didn't know how long he could stay here, lingering in place, observing for movements, waiting around just to be found. But he had to wait for Deku to recover, nerves and body still over-exerted if his continued shaking and breathlessness was any indication - then they could get the fuck up out of here and waltz back into the stupid party like nothing ever fucking happened!

"-ooo!"

The carmine-eyed hero heard the soft echo of that voice calling out again, but it was difficult to pinpoint exactly where it came from - sounds bouncing in the darkness. His sense were on high alert, ruby orbs scanning the blackness but seeing nothing, moonlight casting deep shadows across the earth, shapeless figures swaying with the breeze; ears perked yet hearing far too much, the stirring of leaves, scurrying of small animals, the soft thuds of footsteps, the buzzing of the insects, Izuku's shallow pants and the thumping of the music that still managed to seep outdoors.

It was too much!

Lips pulling into a deeper angry scowl, ruby eyes glowered vehemently into nothingness. Katsuki couldn't keep himself from growling out, teeth exposed as he gnashed them down. Body tense with energy, every nerve in his body eagerly demanded he move - to do anything but fucking observe and wait! The explosive hero couldn't see or do shit in the damn dark and it was driving him crazy! He'd always been a man of action - one to be on the offensive rather than defensive -  and this was killing him!

The older boy's mind raced angrily, debating on whether he should wait for Izuku to fully compose himself or not…

"Fuck this shit!" He seethed, ire bubbling inside him.

"Can you stand on your own yet, Deku?" He asked, voice low with pent-up frustration. Bakugo's agitation was apparent by the way his lip curled viciously, palm flickering with sparks, smoke becoming thicker. He was trying to keep his mounting anger in check, but it was proving more difficult as the seconds ticked past. The blonde teen wanted nothing more at the moment than to exert all this turbulent energy into a giant explosion - blowing things up always made him feel better - and the more the scarlet-eyed hero contemplated the thought, the more it appealed to him. But for obvious reasons, he couldn't;  it'd be like putting up a giant arrow over their fucking heads - somehow, that thought made him angrier.

Deku's forehead rested against his shoulder, but he could feel the puffs of his warm breath against him even though he didn't speak. The taller boy turned his vermilion eyes down towards the smaller teen - feeling Midoriya's scarred fingers clutch his shirt with more force, knuckles turning white.

"Dumbass, you fuckin' ready or not?"

Seconds passed, but Midoriya still didn't reply - even though Katsuki could still feel his hot breath. A vein throbbed hard along his temple, and the blonde teen pulled back from the green-haired hero, lips peeling back, baring his teeth as an ugly grimace marred his features. Ruby eyes narrowed furiously upon the freckled teen.

"Deku!" He growled, arm still enclosed around Izuku's waist, thought not as tightly as before. Bakugo felt the smaller hero tense in his arms, body shaking even more as the older teen slowly unwound his arm from around him.

'What the fuck?' The blonde thought, irritation riling him up. This entire fucking situation was stressing him out more than he'd ever admit.

"Dumb fuck!" The bomber hero snapped harshly, trying to pull his boyfriend from his weird stupor. Damn it, why did the damn nerd have to get all weird now of all fucking times!? He hissed out, teeth grinding, "Can you put your fucking clothes back on yet, fuckface?"

Izuku's warm breath continued to puff against Katsuki's clothes, inaudible murmuring suddenly hitting the blonde's ears. Bakugo released an aggravated groan - knowing Deku was in one of his mumbling modes now. The blonde hero couldn't help but curse the green-haired teen's timing; Midoriya tended to get caught up in his own head every time the mumbling started. The explosive hero dropped his calloused hands onto the smaller hero's shoulders, hoping to rouse the nerd from his thoughts like he'd done in his bedroom.

"Dipshit!"

But it didn't work - Midoriya kept staring unfocused into his shoulder, still fucking mumbling.

"Useless fucking Deku," Bakugo sneered angrily.

The older boy couldn't make out what the viridian hero was murmuring about, and it didn't help that his freckled face was pressed into Katsuki's body, muffling his soft voice even more. His chattering increased, fingers digging further into the cloth of the aggressive boy's shirt as his breath became slightly labored. Katsuki's blonde brows furrowed in confusion, wondering what the fuck could be wrong with the nerdy teen.

"Deku?"

'Things can't go back to the way they were!' Midoriya's mind yelled, panic clouding his mind. The thick haze of his dread drowned out the sound of Kacchan's voice - of Kacchan's touch. The smaller hero's own fears enveloped him; he couldn't handle losing all their progress - he knew that well.

Deku was patient for so long - for so many years...

'Kacchan will close off again. Kacchan will close off again. Kacchan will close off again. Kacchan will close off again. Kacchan will close off again. Kacchan will close off again. Kacchan will close off again.'

...Waiting for the right time to tell Kacchan how he felt - waiting for his affection -  waiting for his kisses - for his touches - for his gaze - for Kacchan to be his! He was patient for so long, and to have all his hard work backfire and set him back to the beginning...

It would absolutely hurt - in every sense of the word. Izuku knew that well - just as he knew how deeply he loved Kacchan; Deku's spirit could only handle so much!

'I can't lose this progress with Kacchan…'

That lump reformed in his throat, clogging his airway, threatening to asphyxiate him. The green-haired boy could feel his panic ripping at him from within - its tendrils spreading throughout his body like a virus - quick, debilitating and destructive. Mind going numb with trepidation, everything started to ebb away, leaving the freckled hero in a suspended state of fear - for Kacchan - for their relationship - and for himself...

'I can't lose this progress with Kacchan! I can't lose this progress with Kacchan. I can't lose this. I can't.'

"Deku?" Katsuki spoke again, voice hard and stern. Yet the anger from before was gone, replaced by confounded worry. Deku wouldn't stop mumbling or gripping tightly onto him, and he wasn't responding to anything. Talking to him or even shaking him did nothing - he just continued to stand there like a zombie, muttering who knew what under his breath. His eyes stayed trained onto the ruby-eyed hero's chest, yet they were hazy and unfocused, staring into vast nothingness. Seeing the smaller boy look so out of sorts made the explosive teen's gut twist; it felt wrong to see the usually smiling nerd like this.

"Talk to me, nerd," he plead, anguish beginning to bleed into his voice. The blonde hero's fingers gripped into Midoriya's shoulders as he shook him slightly, trying to break him from his weird trance. He didn't know what was wrong, and couldn't help but wonder what could put him into a state of mumbling paralysis. It was starting to make him uneasy and fearful - and Katsuki didn't deal with either of those emotions very well.

"Deku?"

'Kacchan isn't ready and they're all gonna know!' Midoriya mused restlessly, words permeating his head like venom. Dread clouded his mind, poisonous ideas taking hold of him, forcing all rational thought out.

He'd worked so hard to keep rumors from spreading about them -  taking extra caution not to be too personal when they weren't behind closed doors. Todoroki knew, but the heterochromatic hero figured it out on his own and asked Deku directly; Kirishima knew too because of Izuku's mistake and Kacchan's confession, but both Shoto and Eijirou were their equivalent best friends. They wouldn't say a word without either Midoriya or Bakugo's consent - their secret was safe with them. And Deku only ever kept their relationship hidden because he wanted the blonde hero to be comfortable - to not feel pressured - to make the choice - and it had worked!

By being patient and taking things at the aggressive hero's pace, Midoriya finally started to break down the walls the older boy put up around him. They made progress in the form of kisses, names and intimate actions. Kacchan even spoke to him through his eyes - like Shoto and Momo did often! Bakugo showed Izuku how much he cared for him, all without uttering a single word - Kacchan's smoldering gaze and selfless actions conveying all he felt for Midoriya! The most progress in the entire course of their relationship was made in this single night!

But they were going to be outed prematurely because not everyone had that level of loyalty to them like Todoroki and Kirishima - alll their hard work would crumble, revealing Kacchan to everyone's prying eyes.

His hysteria rose alongside his pulsing heart.

'I can't lose this progress with Kacchan! I can't! I can't! I can't!'

The curly-haired teen suddenly went silent, viridian gaze dropping to stare absently and wide-eyed into the dirt. Bakugo's brows furrowed deeper in distress, unnerved by the abrupt quietness from the mumbling teen.

"Deku?"

Still, the freckled teen remained mute, causing the taller boy's stomach to knot harder. It was only then that the explosive hero felt how badly the shorter boy shook; Bakugo's lips pulled into a sullen glower, scarlet eyes glued to his boyfriend.

Katsuki spoke again - that undertone of misery lacing his words completely as he watched his nerd, trying to find out what was wrong, "Can you hear me, Deku?"

'It's all my fault! I should've left when he told me to leave!' Midoriya mulled, too far into his own panic-induced thoughts that Bakugo's voice couldn't penetrate the haze. Izuku knew he should've left earlier - he'd even debated on obeying the blonde's words and going back to his friends...

'It's all my fault..'

… Until he'd glanced up and seen that hungry gleam in Kacchan's eyes. It was that same predatory look the blonde hero gave him in his bedroom right before their intense kiss, and in the elevator when he noticed him chewing his lips. He knew what that smoldering glimpse meant now - knew where it could potentially lead - and it had sent his hormones into overdrive. Coveting that gaze for so long, he couldn't leave Bakugo alone once he'd recognized it - so Midoriya willfully stayed, fully aware of the possible consequences, praying for Katsuki to lose control again! He so desperately longed for Kacchan's touch and kisses that he'd stubbornly refused to go away; Deku wanted to bask in the explosive teen's company and also stick around in hopes of sparking another intimate affair.

'I should've left...' Izuku thought in anguish, 'I should've left - I should've left!'

In the end, the green-haired teen got what he wanted - Kacchan lavished his body with his kisses and touch, showing complete devotion with his attentiveness. But the exchange for a moment of passion with Katsuki was a much higher price than the freckled hero wished to pay, but there was no turning back now.

'It's all my fault!'

The deed was done and now he had to face the consequences of his actions.

'I should've left!'

Once more, his drive forward in hopes of carnal pleasures lead to a bigger problem...

'I should've left! This is all my fault.'

… Bigger than he could handle...

'I should've left...'

They were about to be discovered!

'It's all my fault!'

Izuku's actions were forcing Bakugo into a situation where he'd have to choose to publicly accept Deku or reject him!

'I should've left...'

Bakugo placed his hands over Izuku's curled fist, gently prying his fingers from their vice-like grip on him. The green-haired teen's chest heaved quicker, breathing shallow and fast, causing the blonde hero to grit his teeth, brows drawing together with renewed concern. His pupils were fully dilated, emerald irises barely there. It didn't take a fucking genius to realize Deku was in the midst of a panic attack, and he cursed himself for not noticing sooner.

Every fiber in his being demanding he console his nerd, but the blonde hero didn't know how. What was he supposed to do to help cull the anxiety running throughout his boyfriend?! He wasn't good at comforting anyone - dealing with emotions weren't really his forte!

Fretful and apprehensive, Bakugo internally fumed, 'Fuck.'

Midoriya's chest constricted, lungs spasming, failing miserably to supply his body with oxygen.

'Forcing Kacchan into p-publicly-' Izuku's inner voice stuttered, mind refusing to accept his own statement.

Midoriya felt lightheaded, darkness spinning all around him.

'F-forcing Kacchan into publicly accepting me or- or-'

The words stuck in his head, heart squeezing painfully between sporadic lungs.

'R-rejecting me...'

White noise assaulted him, making the beating in his ears sound distorted and warped, akin to being underwater.

'I can't lose Kacchan!' Deku internally screamed. The younger teen felt like he was drowning, gasping for breath as his panic became all-consuming.

Bakugo's rejection would do more than just hurt...

'I can't lose Kacchan!'

… The smaller hero knew that completely.

'I can't lose Kacchan!"

The timid teen's labored breaths multiplied, heart pounding at a dangerous pace.

'I can't lose him!'

The viridian hero's pupils constricted, shrinking until they were barely visible, eyes becoming large lifeless pools of jade.

'I can't lose him!'

Kacchan's rejection would destroy Izuku!

'Kacchan!'

"Fuck," the bomber hero growled aloud, lips pressing into a thin line. Once more Katsuki found himself cursing his ineptitude - Deku needed him now and Bakugo didn't know the first thing to soothing the hyperventilating hero. His heart pounded, self-loathing filling his chest as he watched Izuku's panic visibly spread. Katsuki wasn't an idiot - he knew with certainty why his nerd was having an anxiety attack, and it made his heart lurch painfully.

'Izuku,' the taller teen mused, heart heavy as his scarlet eyes narrowed on his nerd.

Izuku needed him and Katsuki was a fucking hero - and not just any fucking hero; Bakugo was Deku's personal hero and he'd be damned if he let his nerd keep hurting!

Releasing a suddenly determined growl, he dropped the smaller teen's hands, reaching up to cup his round freckled face in his palms. Even if he didn't know what the fuck he was doing, he couldn't stand idly by, watching the anxious teen fall further into his panic; Katsuki was a man of action, and he had someone precious to protect!

"Deku, we're fine," he spoke, soft and pleading as he pressed his forehead against the viridian hero. The aggressive hero's cherry orbs peered into cloudy emerald eyes, but those large green eyes remained dull and unfocused, making his heart clench harder. Katsuki knew his pleas fell on mute ears, making his lips pull into a deeper frown, realizing just how deep into his own head his nerd was struggling against. Heart thundering, he closed his ruby eyes, continuing in a strained voice, "I'm right here, Deku..."

Katsuki didn't know what the fuck he was doing. But he'd seen Kirishima do this with Ashido once to calm her down, and he prayed it worked for Izuku too. His heart beat so fast inside him, slamming with bruising force against his ribs. Guilt and concern filled him as he whispered his boyfriend's name, "Izuku."

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high school!donghyuck

request: idk if you’re taking reqs but i really like ur highscool aus so if u want to write one abt hyuck ill be :^))))))) - anonymous

word count: 5.1k

a/n: oof its been awhile unnies!!!! ive had exams for the past two weeks and I still have exams now so im sorry for not posting anything but reblogs with headassery in the tags!!! we are continuing the high school series n renjun is next!! since I got like 3 requests for him !!!!! hhehhehehheheh its gonna b cute <3 anyways hope u enjoy this I love my lil duckie baby

masterlist

mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

big oof i’m gonna cry while writing this

i’m running out of creative ways to say let’s dive in

let us take the plunge

okay!!!!!!!!!! so you’ve been an editor/writer for the school paper for pretty much all of your high school career

you’re not super well known though because you don’t try to take any credit for anything and always sign your pieces like “- the daily newspaper team” or smth 

anywhom you’ve always loved writing about the stuff around you or making up little short stories

one of your hobbies is just going people watching and trying to write down a brief description of people you see and what you think they’re on the way to do

you’ve befriended the baristas at your favorite spot, lucas and mark, and they always beg to read them but you never let them because mark is too nice to tell you it’s shit and lucas is too dumb to at least say it nicely

you’ve got at least 6 notebooks FULL of these little stories but you’ve never really ? showed anyone because wow showing others your work is Scary

criticism ???/$&/&:&:&:

it’s midway through the first semester of the school year and you’ve been super busy since it’s football season and you gotta write about all the games

and you haven’t had much time to write your cute little stories for yourself and you miss it a lot :/

this weekend though the chance of rain is SUPER high so the football game is cancelled and you have plenty of time to yourself !! :D

there is, a setback tho

THUNDER!!!!! IS SO SCARY !!!!!!

u fckin softie

you decide to tough it out though and get suited up in some polka dot rain boots and a rain jacket and set off to find somewhere to chill

as you’re walking to the nearest lil greenhouse/cafe thing it starts raining ,, ,,, hARDER

when you started it wasn’t rlly raining it was just like that weird tension in the air right before the air pressure drops and it starts to rain and you were already on edge OOF

but then it’s raining so you clutch your notebook to your chest and dash

usain bolt had nothing on you girly you were ZOOM ZOOM

broom broom- doyoung

unfortunately you don’t make it though because with you head down to keep the rain out of your eyes you run RIGHT into someone’s CHEST !!!!!!

hehe u know i’m a sucker for these god damn TROPES

your notebook goes flying and and the arms attached to the Chest That Caused Your Grief come up to catch you by the arms

“oh gOD sorry are you okay ??? i wasn’t looking and i was trying to keep my journal dr- MY JOURNALSDJDDD”

you fling yourself out of this boys arms and pick up your soaking wet journal sadly

:((((((( you had so many stories in there wtf

“oh shit i’m sorry do you uh want me to buy you another one ???”

“no that’s okay it wasn’t your fault :( and it’s just a journal i’m only sad because all my stories are gone :(((((“

you finally look up from your Ruined journal to see , the prettiest boy

you can’t tell for sure cause his hair is soaking wet but it’s a bright red that looks a bit faded and his skin is tanned and golden like HONEY OOF

he meets your eyes and awkwardly smiles and he looks so GUILTY AW

“no really it’s fine don’t feel bad!!”

“okay but i feel bad what can i do to make it up to you?”

“hMMM you could come help me think of wacky stories about people who walk past”

“well if you INSIST m’lady”

“aw, never mind”

“IM JUST KIDDING SJDJJD”

so in the pouring rain you both walk to cafe and find a little corner to people-watch in

on the way there he tells you his name is donghyuck but his friends call him hyuck

“dude that’s the sound goofy makes when he laughs your friends are terrible”

“oh my god i don’t even think they know what they’re saying HsjdjHEHHS”

after a couple minutes of bad goofy impressions you decide to call him duckie instead because ,,,, GARSH MICKEY 🤠🤠🤠

also because it’s cute

you didn’t hear this from me but he uwued so hard rip his street cred with the Boys

anyways right before you settle in you’re like hey uh did you have somewhere to be like weren’t you heading places

and he was like nah i like the rain it’s nice to just walk around feels GOOD

your eyes widen so big and he snorts because what’s so ridiculous about that

and you’re like uh UH NO NOPE NO SIR I DONT FUCK WITH DEMONS

your dramatic ass tries to get up and LEAVE but he grabs your wrist and is like noooo we haven’t even written any stories yet why do you hate rain so much ??

you explain how thunder is the work of the devil and that lightning could strike you down where you stand at any moment and storms are EVIL

he chuckles and side eyes you

“aW you big wimp you’re afraid of thunderstorms aren’t you”

“yES. like any sane person would be”

“you know a lot of people actually like storms”

“like i said, SANE people do not”

and then you change the subject right quick because your face is getting RED with embarrassment

you n donghyuck spend like 2 hours just sitting in the corner and writing little scenarios on napkins

“oh shit that girl over there with the french braids is TOTALLY gonna marry hipster beanie guy in two years. mark my words”

“idk y/n she lowkey has the hots for the barista”

“ ew you mean mark??”

“yeah. now THAT man is a work of art”

MARKHYUCK RISE

“god what is wrong with you maybe you should buy me another book”

“too late now we’re FRIENDS and i don’t owe you ANYTHING”

“being friends doesn’t work like that at all but, okay”

at the end of the day you’ve got a stack of napkins with scribbled notes on them

(one of them has donghyuck’s number on it skdkkfjd)

he leaves you with a bright smile and you’re in awe this boy is so golden and lovely

oof and when you were still in the cafe his hair had dried to the unnatural red color that he ? somehow made look good ugh not fAIR

and it was a lil curly and fluffy and looked very soft :(((((

as you walk home you drift along the sidewalk with a stupid smile on your face wow please get a little less obvious hunty

when you get home the sun is setting and the rain has cleared and you are so Happy that was the best day !!!

you weren’t even scared of the thunder because whenever the sky would fckin CRACK OPEN hyuck would subtly try to keep your attention and distract you with questions

the sky: AAAAAAAAAAA

duckie: oH Hey uhhh so hOW do you even come up these stories ?):$:$ theyre so good

such a sweet boy uwu

when you get home your mom eyes you suspiciously as you drift down the hall towards your room but doesn’t comment

she didn’t need to though because you immediately return and tell her everything !!!

she encourages you to befriend him at school and see where it goes from there ;))) or just TEXT HIM

so you do

both of those things !!!

you: hey!! it’s y/n btw

duckie: hey! u make it home alive without the sky cracking open and killing u

you: stOP MAKING FUN OF ME

you send him memes and he sends , even better ones back this boy is Husband Material

the next couple weeks you realize that hyuck is actually in like a lot of your classes

and he’s like yeah i don’t blame you for not noticing since your nose is always in one of those Damn Journals

can’t believe u smh

anywhom

you start actually interacting with people in class

and by people i mean donghyuck and any of his friends who happen to be there

you literally get thrown into their friendgroup like one day you know donghyuck and have vaguely heard of jeno since he’s on the soccer team

and then the next you’re a part of the group message and jaemin begs for your math homework during lunch ????

“jaemin just dO YOUR OWN HOMEWORK FOR ONCE ???”

“ugh but i don’t know how”

“hey you know what maybe if you didn’t sleep in class you WOULD”

“IM TIRED GOD DAMN IT”

this is usually when duckie interjects with

“hey now girls, you’re both smart <3”

“i know im smart but , jaemin , i don’t know about him 😔😔”

poor jaemin leave him alone :(

jisung is , extREMELY awkward around you because he’s a Baby Freshman and you’re a Female Senior hsjdjf it’s so cute

and chenle is the complete opposite he IMMEDIATELY latches onto you and is always like

“y/n !!!! wanna watch this video of me singing and playing the piano when i was thirteen on live national television !!!!”

“y/N !!!!!!! can you drive me n jisung to get ice cream plEASE !!! we won’t even play PSY this time”

“okay,,,,, pinky promise?”

his pinky hooks around yours at an incredible speed as he jumps up and down with excitement

“pinky promise !!!!!!!!!!”

hyuck overhears and insists upon coming with for , unknown reasons

renjun and jeno keep snickering to each other across the lunch table too uGH

sneaky bastards !

after school you wait in the parking lot for the Babies with hyuck who looks rather flushed considering his skin is pretty tan and it takes a lot for him to visibly blush ??

“hey duckie boy you good?”

“haha yEAH uh just wondering where the boys are hhhh”

“oh yeah ! they should’ve been here like 10 mins ago”

your phone buzzes in your pocket and you go to check it to see a text in the group message

lele: hey y/n~ me n jisung can’t come we totally forgot we joined a frisbee team and there’s practice today !!!

blueberry: yeah ! have fun w/ hyuckie tho

moominluvr96: sjdjd i’m so proud of them

jenomunomunomu: absolute legends have fun at ur frisbee practice my sons

you: 🅱️ro i wanted to go home and SLEEP

blueberry: sorry ! xoxo :*

duckie: chenle my son ? how could you 🅱️etray me this way???

you: ur dead to me

you: literally what’s a chenle ?? sounds like a poisonous fruit

lele: NO IM SORRY

but tbh you’re just being Silly you don’t mind just going with Sunshine Boy

hyuck has only gotten redder as the texting went on though what’s his deal 0.0

you agree to take his car !

actually you insist because you don’t wanna drive but, let’s say you agreed

you find out that hyuck exclusively listens to hipster bands and the occasional troye sivan song because we love a gay legend

actually his music taste is ALL OVER THE PLACE but we r still boppin ladies

you roll the windows down even tho it’s Chilly and let your hand float in the breeze until your fingers start getting numb and you pull your hand back in and roll up the window

okay maybe that was a Bad Idea your fingers almost hurt they’re so cold and you’re rubbing the feeling back into them when hyuck clears his throat

you look up at him and he tilts his chin toward the hand he stretched toward you

you’re confused bc like ? i don’t have anything to give u duckie

he sighs anxiously

“just. give me your hand. mine are warm because i didn’t try to be cool and stick my hand out the window like this is a teen coming of age movie”

“have you ever just been nice and not followed it up with a weirdly specific insult”

“nope. now gimme”

you cautiously placed your hand in his and felt heat bloom all over your cheeks and trail up to your ears and down your neck

he gulps and interlocks your fingers and tucks them in the pocket of his hoodie

you have to lean against the console in between you a little so that your arm isn’t strained but it’s,,,,, Warm and Nice

you’re quick to continue the conversation like normal but your voice sometimes goes in and out since he is subconsciously rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand or tapping his fingers against yours

when you arrive you awkwardly pull your hand from his grip to get out of the car and he cringes a lil :(

you decide to be bold for once in your life and run around the car to catch up with him and shove your other hand into his

“this one’s cold too”

he ducks his head and smiles but gives your hand a lil squeeze :3 uwu

eventually though you do have to let go and enjoy your ice cream

you just make small talk with him about the newspaper and whatever homework is due the next day when a man walks in wearing BRIGHT RED CLOWN SHOES

the weirdest part though is the fact that other than the clown shoes the man is dressed like a body builder and has the hulking mass of one

and also there is a PARROT ON HIS SHOULDER ???

you and hyuck whip to face each other and then look back at the man

without looking away you slide your notebook to the middle of the table and flip open to where you’ve bookmarked the next available page

needless to say you both have a field day making up storylines for this man

“hey hyuckie i missed this it’s been forever since it’s been just the two of us and my journal”

“me too, sunshine”

“heY now you’re the sunshine in this relationship”

both of you choke at your use of the term “relationship” but continue with the conversation JSKSK

“alright but then you have to be the rain”

“aw you know i don’t like the rain”

“yes i know that’s why YOU are sunshine”

“kay but you are so much more like sunshine than i, an Emo”

“how bout i be sunshine since you like sunshine and me, and you be rain since i like rain and you”

OOF ????????

you blush for the Millionth Time and nod shyly and duckie is about to turn purple YIKES

you leave the ice cream shop and climb back in the car and the whole atmosphere is very Tense

you sigh because you miss holding his hand and then turn up the song on the radio which just happens to be, Walkin On Sunshine

THE !!! IRONY !!!

you giggle into your hand and he snorts and you both break into laughter

you plug your phone into the aux

“alright time for some Real Tunes”

“i swear to GOD if you play Bad Boy one more time i’m gonna LOSE IT”

“fuck you red velvet are LEGENDS”

“the only reason you know who they are is because mark tells everyone with a pulse that one of them is from canada just like him”

“okay and ??? i can still appreciate that they produce iconic songs only”

“LISTEN I LOVE RED VELVET TOO BUT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH”

you playfully bicker the whole way back and when you get back to the school to pick up your car you realize you never even got to play your song

“for your information, i was in fact NOT going to play bad boy i was going to play the bop of the century, what is love by twice”

and then, with heavy sarcasm

“well gee why didn’t you just sAY SO”

“IM SICK OF YOUR GIRL GROUP SLANDER LEE DONGHYUCK”

then he giggles and grabs your hand to keep you from getting more than halfway out of the car

“okay okay you know i’m just messing with you”

“yes but leave my gorls out of it”

he releases your hand with fake disgust and wipes it on the passenger seat headrest

“ugh go home, gru”

“it’s a good meme and you can’t even deny it duckie boy”

you blow him a half serious half playful kiss as you bounce over to your car and climb in

you play bad boy and roll the windows down as you drive by his car just to spite him and he laughs good naturedly

it’s only when you get home that you’re like heyyyy nOW

WAS THAT A DATE ??????

you tell your mom about it and she’s like uHHH sounds like a DATE to me ???

but you’re Unsure so you don’t say anything to the others or hyuck just the usual goodnight texts and whatnot

although it could be argued ,, that goodnight texts are a little, relationship-y

it could also be argued , that you do have his contact name as , duckie☼♥

but those can be discussed another time

you continue to hang out with the boys although you refuse to allow them to sit with you at football games because they’re so DISTRACTING

jeno and jisung just fckin yell the whole time while you try to jot notes down to turn it into a story later for the paper

but you can’t concentrate or even figure out wtf is goin on because they’re scREAMING and jumping and messing you uP !

so you sent them elsewhere although,,, hyuck stayed with you

he always does “just in case you get cold or smth”

ur not fooling anyone hyuckie baby

and would you look at that time has FLOWN and it’s time for homecoming !!!!

you plan on going in a big group with hyuck and all The Boys and jaemin has even scored a date !!!

it was highkey through trickery but that’s okay

chenle and jisung are gonna wear matching shirts because they’re headass like that

you’ve already bought a dress and you haven’t ….. shown hyuckie……. just in case……… he asks you

since he…… hasn’t …… YET

renjun keeps assuring you that you don’t need to find a date and that everything is covered but ???? inch resting how duckie has done nOT ONE THING

alright the day of the dance you wake up feeling a little off but go through your normal saturday routine of eating a waffle and absentmindedly watching old gossip girl reruns

but later in the day you feel SHITTY

you’re flushed and your head hurts and it takes so much EFFORT just to get up and get a glass of water

you , comrade, are sick :-(

you text in the gm to let your boys know you can’t come

chenle thinks you’re faking until he calls and hears you sniffling and how rough your voice sounds

“hEY THOT I KNOW UR FAKING BC U DONT HAVE A DATE”

“chenle if it didn’t hurt to speak i would yell at u but my eyes are watering please just text me”

“oh,,,,sorry love u”

and then he hangs up real fast lmao

so you decide to just wallow in despair in your bed and rent overpriced movies on demand

there’s a half drank mug of tea that has long gone cold that contains the medicine you’re supposed to be taking but,, you can’t be bothered tbh lifting your hand is so hard

after a few movies and the sun setting there’s knock at the door ???

you barely hear it since you’re in your room with the door closed but /sigh/ you gotta go answer

you drag yourself out of bed and stumble to the front door and open it, immediately slumping against the frame

this whole time you have still not opened your eyes because light hurts a lil and you know your house well enough

in hindsight that was probably dumb considering you don’t know who’s at the door

you try to open your eyes but they only turn half lidded and droopy so you can just barely make out donghyuck looking Concerned on your front porch

“duckie? what are u doing here?”

“uhhh i uh came to take you to homecoming ??”

he then holds up some flowers and smiles awkwardly

“duckie. baby. sunshine. did u not read the texts i sent ? also it is VERY late to be asking me to homecoming. also, i am a little high on cold medication”

“srry princess, can i come in? you look like you need company and soup and possibly some Sarcastic Banter”

“sounds good duck”

“okay duckie was already incorrect please don’t shorten it to duck”

“you know i didn’t have to let you in”

“so what kind of soup do you want? :-)”

he busies himself attempting to make soup while you have melted into a chair at the dining table with one eye cracked open to watch him

he is very obviously Struggling so you wobble to your feet to stand behind him at the stove and maybe lean a little too much into his back to prop your chin up on his shoulder and reach a hand around him to turn the heat down on the stove

you’ve reached the point of I Don’t Give A Shit and have given up on trying not to be affectionate with him you’re too tired and sickly to restrain yourself and his heart is just steadily beating faster and faster

after your soup you drag him into your bedroom to force him to provide you warmth while watching another movie

but he digs his heels into the floor and tugs on your hand to turn you around

“since you’re missing homecoming….. wanna dance?”

“in my bedroom. while i’m dying. with no music.”

“i’ll take care of the music. cmon don’t be difficult”

“i’m not being difficult i’m just-

you’re cut off by him pressing a finger to your lips and going shhhhhh

you open your mouth to curse him out bc hOW DARE HE

but then he gently pulls you by the waist into his chest and does his best to tuck you under his chin

you’re too comfortable like this so you don’t bother admonishing him for earlier and just settle into his embrace

you loop your arms around his neck as he starts to sway you back and forth

after a couple seconds he starts humming, quietly at first and then louder

and then he starts singing and it’s so sO SWEET AND SOFT

you can feel each breath he takes under your hands and the vibrating of his vocal chords against your forehead and you just close your eyes and press closer to him

you’ve literally never been this content in your whole life binch

he is so warm and ever so often smooths a hand up and down your spine whenever you shiver a little or shift in his arms

when the song finishes you keep swaying with him a little while longer

you’re leaning against him so hard that like the majority of your weight is on him yikes

“babe are you asleep”

“mm”

“no?”

“mmm”

“pretty close though?”

“hm”

“alright”

he chuckles and presses a barely there kiss to the top of your head and sort of waddles the two of you over to the bed

you don’t even have to ask him to climb in with you that was The Plan, Stan

(that’s a saying and also i’m calling u a stan wow queen of puns)

as soon as he settles in you tuck yourself under his arm and throw an arm over him to play with the fingers of his other hand

you’ve got the breakfast club on and it’s Real Nap Hours

hyuck’s arm falls asleep pretty soon tho so instead you switch to laying on your sides facing each other with your face pressed into his neck and your arms draped over each other

right before you fade into unconciousness, he tilts his chin down and nudges his nose against yours to get your attention

your eyes flutter open and you look up at him while he smiles gently down at your sleepy expression aWE ???

“hey wanna be my date when you’re not on your death bed?”

“god, what a romantic. is that a shakespeare quote?”

“shut up and say yes”

“alright fine”

“with more enthusiasm!”

“YES!! GOD DAMN IT”

he shakes his head but then leans down to press a lingering kiss against your cheek before tucking you back against him and evening out his breathing

you fall asleep and dream of boys with beautiful voices who love to dance in the rain

a couple hours later you wake up to a forehead smooch and your Boy whispering bye angel

you sit up and whine and he’s like bby i have to go it’s like midnight n my momma wants me home :(((

you pout and he giggles and taps your lips with his index finger

“go back to sleep and i’ll text you something nice to wake up to yeah?”

you nod and grab his hand to kiss it before flopping back down and passing The Fuck Out

the next morning you wake up still feeling a bit shitty but smiling anyways bc you’ve scored the cutest boy in the universe uwu

he even kept his promise and left you a cute message to wake up to ;((((

duckie☼♥: good morning bbg i hope ur feeling better today and that the sun shines all day for u !!!

you: JEKDKDJ DUCKIE IM STILL SICK BUT TAKE ME ON A DATE RN

you: 💗💗💗💕💌💞💞💗😤💖🤧😔💗😔🤧😔🌺💐🌺🌺🌸💐😔💛😔💛💐🤧💐💐💖💖

duckie☼♥: noooo ur gross

you: you ruined it :(((

duckie☼♥: i mean noooo u gotta get better

you: okay :)))

you finally get over your cold like 4 days later and insist you’re fine to be Taken Out And Treated Like A Princess

he tells you to dress warm except gloves bc he wants to hold youR HAND CAN YOU BELIEVE

you’re weirdly not nervous ? like you thought you would be but you’re just excited and very happy !!!! uwu

he picks you up about an hour after school and reveals that he’s gonna take you to all the cafes in town to people watch and write stories which is !!! your favorite activity !!!!!!

“is it lame??? oh god you think it’s lame i’m so sORRY”

“nO!!! no i love it you did good”

“are you sure?”

“yes duckie”

“okay good i mean i knew you’d like it”

“but you just-“

“hm?”

“,,,,, nevermind”

you both hike around town until it gets late and you’re tired and you end up on a bench in the local park with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair

you lightly scratch his scalp and hum and he practically PURRS like a cat

(furry ????? it’s more likely than you think)

his eyes are closed and you trace your fingers over his features lightly until it tickles and he scrunches up his nose aw bABY !!!!!

then, without opening his eyes

“so when are you gonna man up and kiss me?”

“first of all, i will never man up i prefer being female thanks. sECOND WHY DO I GOTTA DO IT”

“i asked you on the date !!! you gotta do something!!!”

“i held your hand first!!”

“after i literally offered my hand to you”

“uGH fine come here”

“no i’m not gonna ‘come here’ you literally just made a disgusted noise at the thought of kissing me”

“it wasn’t at the thought of kissing you it was just at you”

“this isn’t helping at all”

you roll your eyes playfully and then yank him up by the collar of his shirt to press your forehead against his

“does this help?”

aND THEN YOU LAY ONE ON HIM ??????:$&:&;&;

QUEEN OF CONFIDENCE

he sighs against your lips and sits up a little more so he can reach you better, smoothing a hand up to cup the side of your jaw and neck

you pull away and his eyes are still closed

“hmmm,,, yeah”

you scoff and drop him back to half laying on your lap

“you’re such a dork”

“yeah but i’m your dork now so it’s embarrassing for both of us”

“aw i wouldn’t have it any other way <333”

“is it just me or was that sarcasm”

“just you <3333”

renjun, who has been rOOTING FOR YOU GUYS THIS ENTIRE TIME

screams when you call him that night lol

literally SCREECHES

chenle happens to be with him and screeches eVEN LOUDER

basically the whole group screams simultaneously they’ve been shipping it since day one

hyuck is a bit prideful so when you guys are out in public he’s not super affectionate but ,, when you’re not out

he’s wrapped around you like a koala and will never let go

you have to go pee? hold it

you’re dehydrated and dying? you can live off of his Love

your favorite activity to do together is BAKING because it never goes well no matter how hard you try

and although it usually ends in DISASTER it’s also a good time and afterwards duckie lets you curl up between his legs on the couch and nap uwu !

dating really didn’t change the dynamic between you two other than affection you still read each other to DUST on the regular  lmao

no one gets too harsh tho bc you love each other and whatnot

ugh love ruins all the FUN doesnt it :/

donghyuck makes it his business to know exactly when it will rain and makes sure to be with you when it does

at the first sight of clouds he is in your house with board games and movies and snuggles to distract you !!! what a sweetheart

on days when it’s really bad you just climb into bed and bury your face in his chest while he talks about whatever comes to mind and distracts you

he also takes to slumping down and falling asleep on your shoulder whenever you have movie nights together and it’s so CUTE

his little heart shaped lips and his cheeks always end up smushed and he just looks adorable wow rip you

he’s obsessed with your cheeks he loves to cup your face while he talks to you and press gentle kisses to them during Sleepy Time or when you part ways in the school hallways

if he’s excited he’ll bound up behind you and wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek real hard and then start babbling about whatever’s got him so worked up

basically, hyuckie is a boy full of sunshine and passion and sarcasm and he’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for :’-)

[guessimate]

I played the Havelock family as the first Peasant family. It consisted of Roderick (Fortune) and Winifred (Family), who soon got a little addition to the family, Salome. We rolled 74 and 96 at birth at dawn on Friday morning (7 A.M. so just when the sun rises in game). The rolls must have been blessed by some deity, but my town is full of female babies! I haven’t played all of the families yet, but it’s been similar to my ToT challenge so far, where I got so many firstborn girls and they were older than their [future] husbands. I still have half of the families to play though, so we’ll have to see.

And the ROS scenario was number 26 (bonk!). It really didn’t affect my sims that much, as they had very few skills anyways and they were not knowledge sims, so losing skills would never affect them too much. However, it really goes nicely with the storyline I had for this family. You see, Winifred’s passion is Cuisine. She wanted to gain cooking skill points at the beginning [like a family sim does] and even get to level 3… But I guess now she realized she can’t keep on wasting the precious fish – their source of income! She can’t just keep cooking..., unless they climb up the social ladder and are able to open a restaurant or a bakery. I think her husband would tell her that she’s been “stealing” his fish to pursue her hobby and he would be quite upset about it, being a Fortune sim.

Actually because of that ROS I’m going to assume this family is rather dumb. They didn’t have a lot of skills to begin with, but they couldn’t remember how to clean, cook or do repairs even. I’m not saying some hobbies are better than others, but Winifred’s hobby is Cuisine and Roderick’s is Tinkering (his daughter inherited it, too), so they are rather simple people. They have very stereotypical roles in the family. He fixes things and goes fishing, she cooks. She wanted to help with the fishing and earn fishing badges, but she just couldn’t fish that much because of the pregnancy and low needs. Have I mentioned yet having the cheapest Maxis bed is terrible? It takes ages to wake up and the comfort is low, too. The only thing that really saves them is a custom bathtub I use, because it looks like it’s made of wood.

When Salome aged up, Roderick rolled a want to get ANY job, which I think is quite uncommon for Fortune sims. It only proves that they are very simple people [well, they are Peasants]. I might let them get a job in the Athletic or Culinary career just for the winter season perhaps, because they won’t be able to go fishing, but it would be a temporary situation, because fishing in general is OP. They also still have quite some fish to sell next round, though I feel like in my ToT challenge I would get way more fish by this point in time. Perhaps I made the pond too shallow or something.

~*~

That’s really only gameplay related, but I really don’t know how it happens. When I opened a home business and just placed some items up for sale, I got 75$ in their bank. It said their income was 75$ in the business view and they had 80$ in the bank [they started with 5$]. I’m not sure what’s up with that, but I’ll just ignore that 75$, because I noticed it happen. And I might be paranoid, but I think it happened again, when I was restocking or rather selling a placeholder item for 0$, because I had no more of that item for sale and when I put another item for sale. It’s not big money, but it messes up my calculations. It had happened to another family, too. The Gardiners got some random 40$, I think.

I went ahead and confirmed this, it happened again. Whenever I put something new on sale [because I deleted something that I couldn’t restock anymore], it adds some money to my family funds. Well, I’m going to have to ignore it in the future, because there’s no way I’m going to be able to account for that every time. Perhaps it’s an issue with those packing stations the MCC challenge suggested the use of.

~*~

OK, so the family has 2114$ in the bank, they started with 5$, so they earned 2109$ [it says so in the business view as well]. I did, however, notice that random 75$, so I’m going to subtract that.

I’m counting the tax off of 2034$.

814$ tax [peasants pay 40% tax, unlike yeomen’s 30% tax].

500$ rent [peasants have smaller rent].

203$ tithe [same tithe].

So they’re paying 1517$ to the Royal Steward. Actually I’ll round it down to 1500$, because I rounded things down for other families, too, so it’s only fair. The Royal Steward has 5400$ in his thick wallet.

50$ to the midwife.

They will be left with 489. That’s honestly not so bad. I might buy them something like an instrument. Though I probably shouldn’t. I’ll wait till their toddler is a child. I’ll need to set up some bedroom for her.

Surprise! This family did NOT dig up a rock! They got a bone instead.

[jack-hopkins]

where: jack hopkin’s shed when: night time, the 11th of May who: @rolandbb​ // @cole-campbell​ tw: blood, violence, torture

As the festival comes to a close on Sunday evening, Jack Hopkins approaches a slightly inebriated Cole.  He offers an apology for previous behavior along with a powdered drug as a gesture of good faith.  Once alone, he knocks the girl unconscious as information from Roland has led him to believe Cole is one of the suspected witches. The following day, he calls Roland to share the news.

// jack 05/16/2020

The hunter is waiting in his back yard, feeling his entire body tuned into the universe.  He's sent the text to Roland and is only now waiting by the fire, a bottle of booze ready in 'celebration'.  Jack hasn't touched the bottle, he's kept himself sober.  Call it intuition, but he expects he'll need his wits about him once Ro arrives.  Indeed, when he sees his friend coming around the dilapidated gate, he smirks. "Boy, have I got a surprise for you my brother. Is that dressing down?"  He'd been sure to ask his friend to wear work clothes, promising him a dirty task.

// roland 05/16/2020

It was a little hard to guess what Jack had for him waiting, but Roland hadn't expected a half-drugged girl waiting for him; and especially not Cole. He kept his face blank, eyes leaving her after a long moment to look at his friend, his fellow hunter, teeth clamped together hard. This was bad... or was it? "You know damn well I don't got a job, so yeah, this is my work clothes. What are we doin' with her?"

// cole 05/16/2020

Of course, she'd known it was a bad idea to accept drugs from Jack. It had been a bad idea to get involved the last time they'd spent quality time together - but well, bad ideas and Cole were intimately acquainted. What had happened next was foggy, but when Cole came to, it was accompanied by the gut feeling this time she'd really fucked up. Her head was pounding and she moaned weakly, freezing at the sound of a very familiar voice.

// jack 05/16/2020

He looked at Roland like he was cray to even ask. "What do you mean? Yous was the one who told me what the little lady was, Ro. What do you think we oughtta do with her?" He pulls the groggy girl up by a fistful of thick afro. "Doesn't feel like one we needa test. "

// roland 05/16/2020

Fuck, fuck fuck... Ro was careful to keep his icy gaze on Jack, refusing to send a closer look to the witch under his iron grip. "This is-" He swallowed, trying to remain calm, collected, in control, strong, hide the way his heart was racing, the sick feeling- the words of his dad- everything- "This wasn't the fuckin' plan, man. What if she had- had someone watchin' her?" Excuses. Ro could tell they were coming out weak, so he jutted his chin out, eyes hard on Jack. "So, what, you gonna kill her?" Still wouldn't look at her face. Still wouldn't move his eyes from the other hunter's own. "Shouldn't we get what she knows outta her first??"

// cole 05/16/2020

It was taking a hot minute, but Cole was beginning to clue in on what was happening. It helped that they were being pretty fucking explicit (she had a feeling kill her was meant in the most literal sense) and now she opened her eyes, her scalp burning from the force. There was a makeshift gag shoved in her mouth that reeked and Cole began to choke on it, hoping one of them would pull it out of her goddamn throat.

// jack 05/16/2020

"If she was being watched they'd have stopped me knocking her out, I'd think. Probably woulda interfered."  There is a brightness in Jack's eyes that is betrayed by the hard line of his mouth. He looked down at the choking witch and let her go, but only after ripping the gag out of her mouth. When he shoves her its hard enough to send her to the floor. Then he's by Ro, looking quite casual. "What do you wanna know? Ask away."

// roland 05/16/2020

He was going to make Roland do this - that much, the hunter was sure of. The expression was all too familiar, and Ro finally looked down... at her, at what he had been presented with. His humanity told him one thing; she was just a girl, lost like him, no home, no one to call her own. Yet, part of him couldn't help but see the obvious. This was their chance. Their time. And Cole was the best shot they had, especially due to her wandering. Ro knew too much about her. She knew too much about him, and now she knew who they were, and what they were doing.

A line had been crossed, and though Ro's heart ached and his stomach turned, the last shred of morals begging him to turn back now, he knew better. "How many?" He finally asked, his voice mechanical, lacking all the soft tones that had been painfully present the last time they had talked. For a moment, maybe the alcohol or the drugs were to blame, Ro had felt some sort of flicker, deep within. Now, it was cold embers, and Jack's presence forced him to shut down any humanity. "How fuckin' many of you is there in Salem?"

// cole 05/17/2020

Of course, she recognized both of them, but it was Roland Cole's gaze lingered on long after he'd spoken. God, I'm a fucking idiot. This was karma catching up with her of course, but Cole's first concern was how the fuck she'd let him dupe her. Evidently staying in the same fucking town - this town - was making her lose her touch. As for the current situation at hand, well - using the patriarchy to her advantage had worked plenty of times before.

From where she stared at up them through a mess of curls, Cole smiled. "I know I'm not the one who's meant to call the shots in this whole scenario, but you gotta ask a girl her safe word before you pull this kinda stunt, boys." Her voice was easy, light. Blokes always fall for the dumb whore act. Her voice was raw from the gag. "How about we save the roleplay for another day and pop some molly together instead? I've got some, back at my place."

// jack 05/17/2020

There it was, clear as fucking day in the way Roland and the dark witch bitch were staring at each other. Something is not right. The woman looked small, hardly weight 100 pounds, but she had bewitched his friend in every sense of the word.  It would test his strength and, if Roland let, it would make them weak.  Jack would not allow their operation to be compromised because of it.

He doesn't wait for Roland, smacking the girl quickly across the face at her jokes.  It's easier than he imagines - she stopped being a woman the moment Ro identified her for what she was.   "You're absolutely right - you don't call the fucking shots. When my friend asks you a question, you answer." He hisses the end of it, before looking back to Roland with a nod.

// roland 05/17/2020

With Jack’s back turned, Ro’s eyes shut hard against the sickening sound of his hand connecting with Cole’s face, and once again, his stomach churned. He tried to picture Cole being someone else, anyone else, one of the other witches. He tried to picture Cole working magic, doing something terrible, but he could just remember how she sounded when she talked about it before. All too soon, Jack’s eyes were back on him, and Roland mimicked the nod. Confirming you did good. “Just answer the question,” He added gruffly, jaw set hard between gritted teeth, still keeping his blank face as mechanical and void of humanity as possible. “Sooner you do, the better for everyone. You’re not gonna like what happens unless you tell us... everything .” Roland wondered for who he was asking; his own sanity, or her safety. One glance at Jack, eyes eager and bright and hungry, and Ro had a feeling this would end in blood either way.

cole 05/17/2020

So yeah, Cole was more accustomed to getting smacked around than most of the other girls - but fuck, that didn't mean it hurt any less. When she looked up at them, his hand print was a scarlet brand across her cheek. It was there in the square of her shoulders, a quiet rage as her gaze darted from one face to the next. "How many what in Salem, Roland?" She spat his name out as if it were venomous, the only leak of anger in an otherwise placid tone. "Women who'd put up with this weirdo misogynistic kink shit? My guess would be slim to none."

// jack 05/17/2020

"Shut the fuck up, witch.  Don't play helpless and dumb - we know what you are. Tell her, Ro!" The witch thinks she has something using Rolands name.  Jack will not stand for it.  When he looks back at Roland it's slow-expectant.  "You gonna let her pull the wool over our eyes. Pretend the shit she said was a lie?"

// roland 05/17/2020

“You ain’t doin’ nothin’ to help yourself right now,” Roland explained, voice less harsh than it should be. He could tell Jack’s patience was running thin. Finally, he tears his gaze from Cole, and meets his friends gaze.  “No, the fuck I am not!” He spat out, feeling torn in two different directions, but a small peek at the witch they’d captured and Ro made up his mind. He pulled out his pocket knife, a fancier one, a gift from his dad, and flipped it open. Breathing in deep, Roland shut down the last of his humanity, and turned to Cole once more; but this time? The last bit of softness that he had held onto while looking at her was now hard and unfeeling. He got down on a knee so their eyes were level, and held the blade up under her chin. “You are a witch. Dunno how. Don’t care. You are here, and you will tell us everything.... or you won’t, and I’ll make you tell me.”

// cole 05/17/2020

It was the first time that Cole had feared the hunters - not for what the other girls thought they were, but that they'd fooled even her. After all, it was the same boy she'd slept beside not even 24 hours prior who held his blade to her throat. Cole's nostrils flared with controlled breaths. "I think you guys have taken the whole witchcraft festival too seriously. But go on," this time she stared directly at Roland, spoke in the same seductive tones she'd whispered to him in before. "Slit my throat. See how far that gets you."

// jack 05/17/2020

Finally, they were moving how Jack thought they always should.  He'd started approaching Ro from behind, back up in the most literal sense.  "You heard her, Ro," he claps his hand onto Roland's shoulder and smiles. "The lady would like a demonstration. Be a fucking gentleman."

// roland 05/17/2020

It was the most fatherly thing that Jack could’ve done, and it made Roland feel like a kid again; his first successful hunt, shooting the buck... his first badge in Boy Scouts... everything he would do well, a clap on the shoulder. Roland nodded slowly, realizing at once Cole wasn’t going to cooperate and that they’d gone too far to give it up now. Roland reaches out, fingers brushing along her collarbone and across her chest, pushing her hair out of the way when he reached her other shoulder. “We already got to your friends. Marina, and Belen...” They’d be sending their warning shots too, their threats. “You told me yourself. I found your book. You’re one of THEM,” he finally spat out, moving the blade lower so it pressed into her collarbone. “Witch.” He said, officially, looking back at Jack once more for a final encouraging note of approval, and pressed the knife in to make the first letter; “W”.

// cole  05/18/2020

They weren't her friends - they were women she'd spent a handful of times in the same room with at best and yet, Cole froze at the mention of their names. They'd underestimated them, hadn't thought to recognize boys with easy smiles and drinking habits to be wolves in sheep's clothing. Now she snarled.

"You and your mommy issues can go. Fuck. Yourself." She punctuated the sentiment by spitting straight into Roland's face and braced herself for the pain. Despite everything, she knew he wouldn't kill her - but she hadn't expected torture either. The knife ripped through her skin and a pained noise, much like a wounded animal, left her lips. Cole struggled before he could strike again; the wound was deep and blood pooled along her skin, quickly staining her white shirt as she tried to jerk away.

// jack 05/18/2020

Jack's mouth thinned with aggression, letting loose a snarled and angry sound.  "You're playing *real* fucking rich for someone in a piss poor situation.  Thought I made it clear not to **talk to him like that**." He yelled the last of his words, coming behind Roland as he spoke to throw another splitting blow against the side of Cole's face.  He's used his fist this time and his own knuckles were left hurting from the force.  This would bruise her eye. Jack was sure.

"This can stop, girl. Whenever you wanna shut the hell up and tell us what we want." *Stop*, as Jack and Roland both knew, did not mean *release*, but it didn't take a genius to know being that obvious with murder wouldn't get you any answers. "Give us some names or Ro'll give you a nice pretty tattoo."

// roland 05/18/2020

She knew way too much, and Roland bristled at her comment - the less she had got to speak, the better, especially with Jack hovering right there. He backed up after she spat on him, taking his shirt off and wiping his face, figuring it was best to keep it off to avoid getting blood stains. Jack wasn’t kidding about work clothes. “What is Genevieve Ceoi’s connection to this?” Ro asked, coming closer again, trying a new approach. Once he got close, he paused to look at her, in worse a shape than he’d ever expected to find Cole. “Tell me who the others are you,” he said it quietly, as if a private conversation was taking place. “Remember what you said? Fuck everyone. Just tell me, now.”

// cole 05/18/2020

The blow was hard enough to make her see stars; Cole's head reared back from the force of it and when it lolled forward again, her face was bloody. She was dazed, the meaning of Roland's words delayed; it was the urgency in his tone that she latched onto. "Remember last time you looked like that?" In my bed. Cole turned her head away from him and wiped her mouth clean, smearing blood across her shoulder. She had no loyalty to Genevieve - it was her fault they were all in this fucking mess. "She's our ringleader. Coven Supreme, you could say." She could tell from the sudden stillness in the room that she'd won over their attention. "She's the one who - who orders us to collect Salem's babies so she can make potions from their bones."

// jack 05/18/2020

The hunter was sure to keep his eyes trained on the witch, smirking when she finally righted herself.  "See, Ro.  You're being too nice to the bitch," He'd moved back to admire his work, giving Roland room to do the same.  Now he stepped closer, not wanting to give the two and their strange connection any room.  If Roland was hexed, as Jack suspected, the witch could call him at any time. "What's she really want you all to do?  What's the fucking goal?"

// roland 05/18/2020

It felt like ice that suddenly ran through Roland's veins when she confirmed the suspicions the hunters had about the historian. Mason had been right, it seemed. Ro clenched a fist, for a moment forgetting that the women they held captive was human at all; simply an enemy, and the angry glint of his eyes and his snarled lip, pulled back from perfect teeth, showed that disconnection between Cole, the girl... and Cole, the sorcerer. "She's bullshittin'," Ro stated with a pissed off tone, wiping the knife's blade on his jeans as he stepped in close to Cole once more, preparing the blade to make another cut if needed. The tip just slightly pressed in, enough to puncture, and he held it still under her collarbone beside the wobbly W he'd already given her. "No... more... lies," Roland instructed her, voice calm but pure chaos in his expression. His words were unciated with the blade being pulled downwards, lighter this time, but still leaving a line, taking the shape of an "I" for witch. "Tell me how you got magic, how Genevieve got magic, and what the fuck it is y'all are plannin'. Trust me, Cole -" Ro winced when he said her name, thankful his back was to Jack. He leaned in, whsipering low. "You don't want me to let him take over. You do not."

// cole 05/18/2020 

From her fleeting interaction with Jack, it was clear to see the man had anger issues and was desperate for an outlet. It was Roland's face that terrified her, devoid of the emotion she'd been privy to before, replaced by a glittering madness that burned behind his eyes. She grit her teeth as he tore through her skin again. It was difficult glaring at him through her one good eye, but Cole managed. "Trust you? You're fucking psycho." She pulled at the rope restraining her wrists behind her back but the knots were tight. "Fuck it - you really wanna know? Then I can't tell you. I need to show you." It was adrenaline coursing through her veins, helping her to think more clearly despite the splitting pain blossoming from where her head had cracked against the wall. "I'll show you what she made us do." 

// jack 05/18/2020

That surprised him, sure that Roland was unable to see past the witch.  A new anger started burning at the thought he'd been duped by this girl, even for a second.  "I knew you had a fucking death wish," Jack's voice was low, a threat merely in the tone.  "Didn't think you were this stupid." He'd walked to the other side of Cole, prepared to hold her still as Ro continued his carving.  "You think he's carving you for dramatics?" Now behind her, Jack's taunts grow hard, gripping her with tight calloused fingers.  "We don't need a demonstration, bitch.  Whole world's gonna know who you are."  He nods Roland to continue, smirking.

// roland 05/18/2020

I’ll show you. It gave Ro pause, frozen in place, losing some of the wild look in his icy blue eyes. His whole life, the focus had been on being a Bishop; strong and proud, unstoppable. But... there was Bancroft in him, too, sorely unnoticed. Suddenly he was hit with curiosity, and he reached out a hand to stop Jack from getting too rough just yet. “Hold- hold on...” he muttered, glaring hard at Cole as he tried to figure out her angle. Was there a way to control her AS she did magic? And... why hadn’t she done any yet? Now, he glanced around the room, as if just now realizing she could be just holding back. They had no idea what these witches were capable of... and as curious as Roland was, his fear only took seconds to win over the hunger for more knowledge. By now, his heart was racing, a massive pull within him causing pure chaos in his mind. Her promise of a demonstration, her pained expression, blood soaked t-shirt, and Roland felt like he was losing his grip on reality. “Bitch!” He finally cursed, shaking his head, hair falling directly into his eyes as he all but lunged at her- Jack’s grip on her keeping her still enough so he could quickly- messy, far less calculated and perfect as earlier - add the rest of the word. witch. “If you had anythin’ WORTH showin’, you’d ‘a done it by now, wouldn’t you?” He hissed out, air coming out in a gush as he backed up, exhausted from his own overwhelming burst of emotion. The results were written across her chest in haphazard, uneven letter strokes.

// cole 05/18/2020

It had almost worked. Cole had seen the humanity flicker back into Roland's eyes, but it vanished just as swiftly as it had appeared. Then the knife was back in his hand and - searing pain, gouging deeper in his haste, her sobs curdled as she struggled and begged for him to stop. Cole felt the blade curve just above her breast to form the letter 'C' and, retching, she promptly emptied the contents of her stomach by their feet. Even once he was finished the trembling didn't stop; if anything it grew wilder, her slight frame vibrating in Jack's hands. 

Then, complete stillness. 

 "Rooooo - land." Despite her bent head, the voice that called to him was strident, sing-songy and buoyant. Most crucially, it did not belong to Cole. "Where are you hiding?" The voice chuckled and in Jack's palms, Cole's shoulders shook along with the sound. "Are you being good?" Only then did the girl look up. White light poured out from her eyes and focused on his face.

// jack 05/18/2020

In the same moment that Cole went still, a shiver ran up Jack's spine.  It's distinct, the way the hairs on his arm stood to attention.  He felt the room grow colder- the moment truly turning his bloody fantasies to a reality he'd always anticipated but never known. Magic was real. Instincts wanted him to let go of the girl but Jack held firm, tighter even, his fingertips dug into her shoulder in ways that would surely leave marks.

"Ro..." The word was as much a warning as a question and Jack looked at his friend for answers he was unsure he'd receive.

// roland 05/18/2020

The heart that had once been racing now stopped entirely, skipping a beat, and every bit of color drained from Roland’s face the moment Cole made the first sound. He knew that voice; it was impossible not to know that voice. He was rooted to the spot, shocked and more terrified than he’d ever felt before, not even realizing when the knife fell and hit the ground with a metallic twang. “M-m.. mom,” Ro breathed out, voice pinched and scared and strange, the only word he could get out in response to Jack’s question. His heart kicked back into overdrive, and he began to shake, quivering hand going up to grab his hair as he took another step backwards from Cole. “Mom?!” Another step back, and he hit the wall, pressing into it with his back. “Stop that! Stop it! Stop!”

// cole 05/19/2020

The spirit inhabiting Cole's body - his mother or whatever it was - cocked the witch's head. She glanced down at the gaping wounds and clucked her tongue. "Oh Roly, what have you done?" There was a hitch in her breath; she curved her shoulders in towards her body and a fresh rivulet of blood spurted down her chest. "My sweet, sweet boy... this isn't you." The voice trembled and when the spirit lifted Cole's head, there were tears sliding down her bruised and battered cheeks. Even as the sobs grew more distraught, Cole's expression remained blank. "They've poisoned your mind. Stay kind, my love. Remember the stories I used to tell you."

// jack 05/19/2020

He'd never known Roland's mother but it didn't take much to understand what was happening .  The ghost that spoke through Cole's lips was obvious, so far from the woman he'd punched moments before.  As Roland scrambled away, Jack let go of the  girl and stepped backwards, his words almost a growl.  "Stop this now, witch."  It seemed the only one here. 

// cole 05/19/2020

Her head snapped towards the other hunter with unnatural speed, mouth curling into a sneer. "Speak up, boy, if you have something to say. I won't hold my breath." The wrongness was amplified when she spoke, the smoker's drawl of a man thrice her age. "You think this will make you any better than your lush of a father? He's a waste of space - and you?" She threw her head back with a hearty laugh. "Mark my words, he'll die an embarrassment and as will you,  boy. You've smeared our name into the dirt and the dirt is where you both belong." 

// roland 05/19/2020

Though relieved when the ghost inhabiting Cole's body switched attention from him, and changed it's voice, Roland still shake the horror. Logic spun rapidly in his mind, trying to explain it away, but there was no use; no one but his mom had ever called him Roly Poly, and there was no way Cole or Jack could've known that. The pain in Cole's voice when she spoke as his mother had broken Roland's heart, and before he realized it, tears clouded his vision and he was rolling his body to the side as he retched, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the floor.

// jack 05/19/ 2020

All too swiftly their plans were falling apart, he saw it in Roland as this phantom mother called to him. In truth, it was the voice of his Abuelo, mocking him, that turned the tides.  He felt his blood run hot and suddenly he was lunging across the room, nearly slipping in the accumulated excrement's as he did.

"I've had ENOUGH of you!"  It was deep and anguished and nearly inhuman. His fist was reared high, smashing Cole hard enough to pop a tooth from her lips.  It wasn't enough, not with that fuckers voice haunting his mind.  Jack was a mess of fists, pounding until he was ripped off the girl, his rage broken with bloody knuckles.

// roland 05/19/2020

Ro wasn't a stranger to blood; he was accident prone, and a hunter of wildlife, and a boy scout. But when his vision cleared of tears as he blinked hard, his mother's words still carving his heart into pieces, and Roland caught sight of Jack's unhinged attack on the witch... even he, in his madness, felt himself grow sick once more. Swallowing down his bile, Ro pushed off the wall shakily, grabbing Jack's arm as he rose and yanking him away, both hands now clapsing his shoulders. "Take a walk!" He growled, voice husky and raw from his shouts earlier. "Get yourself cleaned up. Take a shower, 'n fuckin'- just fuckin'-" Ro figured he should, too, his knees so weak and his stomach churning due to the metallic smell of blood in the air. "We got time. Take a break, man. Before she does somethin' else fucked up."

// cole 05/19/2020

Jack's savage attack had worked - their ghosts were gone, leaving no trace of their presence behind. Instead, all that remained was Cole's beaten and unconscious body, still bound to the chair which had tipped onto the floor from the blows. Her face was swollen and bruised beyond recognition. And the air was thick with blood, enough that there were footprints from where Jack had stepped away.

// jack 05/19/2020

He'd lost something in the midst of the swings - lost himself honestly.  When Ro pulled him away, when he looked at the beaten witch, even he was surprised.  It takes him a long while to respond.  Even then its only a grunted "Yeah."  He turns, halfway to leave.  "Don't let her go," he warns, then leaves to clear his head.

[freykugel]

Just been reading a shit ton of random mangos and webtoons and they range from pretty interesting to chuunibyou bullshit. I run into the latter way too often, but what can you do.

A Returner’s Magic Should Be Special

I’m actually surprised at this one? Like, it could have been the same ol’ time travel OP MC bullshit but it’s like a found family with interesting shenanigans. It’s not perfect by any means but I actually like MC, Romantica, Pram, and Adjest. No harem trope (though Pram your crush on Desir is obvious, lmao) and Desir’s abilities mostly come from analysis. I recommend it for a good time.

Dimensional Mercenary

Like this one is............... it has interesting world building. I do like the idea of people in hopeless situations selling their souls to find out if there had been a way out. I just... hate MC? He’s not the worst character I’ve seen but definitely not very compelling. And I have no idea WHY he’s competent enough to get perfect runs in scenarios, but I like the concept itself so I stick around.

Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World

ONE OF THE BIGGEST SURPRISES. I was ready for some chuunibyou bullshit and what I got is some One Punch Man-esque dumbass humor I live for it. Those gonk faces really breathe life into me. It has the stupid OP MC trope but it punishes him for it (like the refrigerator has a minimum level requirement). No harem here (the cutest character is a male dragon wow). Of course as always not perfect but it’s like a greasy cheeseburger like it hits the stomach so good I know it’s bad for you but damn I’m right at home. The story is a pretty unique take too, considering how all the isekai victims are actively being hunted down in the fantasy world.

Solo Leveling

So so disappointed with this one. The first arc was great! I loved it! The oppressive atmosphere and hopelessness really was eye popping. The art is beautiful and fully colored. I was hooked! And then MC got his cheat powers and it became dull as hell. Over and over he just utilizes the big damn heroes trope and saves everyone via deus ex machina. I actually read the light novel and boy howdy did that piss me off to the point that I didn’t sleep very well. Super chuunibyou (or choding in this case). I’m just sad because THE ART IS SO NICE. I tell myself I keep up with it because of the art. The only time you level grind enough to be god is when you actually play a real vidya gaem. (It’s how I roll, lmao.) Interesting world building though, I cry.

Ranker Who Lives a Second Time

These webtoons sure love them revenge stories. Pretty nice art, but really dull MC. If you remotely like revenge fantasies pick this up, but nothing particularly unique happens. The dwarf blacksmith is a funny tsundere... That’s it. Disappointed that the female... rival I guess? gets a crush on MC. 

Tomb Raider King

Time travel MC, not necessarily OP but does have a lot of knowledge to back him up. A revenge fantasy in which he tries to fuck over a rich asshole. I’m down with that. Please fuck over more rich assholes. If I like anything about this it’s the poor side characters that get wrangled into his bullshit.

Hero? I Quit A Long Time Ago

Please don’t read this one. It’s One Punch Man but with an infinitely more unlikeable MC. And I have no idea if it’s the translators or if they’re actually saying it, but referring to little girls as lolis is disgusting. It lacks all the charm OPM has.

Chainsaw Man

Full on no. Had an interesting concept but the MC is such a disgusting unlikeable piece of shit. What the fuck ass kind of horny kid is this. His dearest wish is to grab some breasts. Wow. Unbelievable.

Marimashita! Iruma-kun

It’s alright! Just a standard shounen schlock, but I’m entertained. I’m super fond of Asmodeus because he’s like a demon version of Gokudera and I’m always here for my boy. Demon grandpa is always doting and bragging about his grandson and I’m having fun. MC becomes more and more childlike though and I have no idea why. Deku in the demon world I guess. I love that everyone’s an idiot at the end of the day.

Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

SUPER SURPRISED AT THIS. I really like it. It’s like a medical mystery drama set in ancient China.  Maomao is such a good protagonist. I like her a lot. She is hyper focused onto medicine and doesn’t even care for the local love interest who is crying into his bowl of cocoa puffs. The only thing that was a cop-out was that her freckles were drawn on and fake. THEY MADE HER CUTE FUCK YOU. 

Kemono Jihen

It’s an ayakashi manga and is pretty fun. And then the writer made Aya act adult and crush on Kabane. Big freaking NO. An entertaining read though, but there are some horrifying things happening in the later arcs, so read at your own discretion.

This Time I Will Definitely Be Happy

So yeah, sometimes I read shoujo. I started to read this because it seemed like a subversion. Reincarnated MC always falls in love with the hero and yet the hero runs off with another woman and she dies miserably. So this time she’s gonna live her own life! I had fun and then it turned the plot back on straight by making it so that the hero loved her the entire time and she was a priestess who was originally isekai’d from Japan. The ending is largely meh and cliche. I largely still think about the beginning though.

Endo and Kobayashi’s Live Commentary on the Villainess

I... Okay? Just the MCs revealing how much of a tsundere Liselotte is is fun, but it’s just alright. Fun read if you’re bored, once again.

Tondemo Skill de Isekai Hourou Meshi

Stock Isekai manga but with a cooking twist. I like it. It’s just MC, a giant wolf, and a slime baby going around eating good food. The giant wolf is your standard OP monster but he’s sticking with MC because GOD DAMN he cooks like a champ.

Otome Game no Hametsu Flag shika nai Akuyaku Reijou ni Tensei shite shimatta...

Isekai shoujo version but I’m so fond of it because of how much of a dumbass MC is. Like at points it’s TOO much of a stretch of how idiotic she is, but it’s a jolly good time. And this is a harem series but all the girls love her too so I’m super forgiving. The drugstore candy bar that you love.

Somali to Mori no Kami-sama

Art is super beautiful and detailed. And how could you not love a series about a golem becoming a dad to a small tiny human daughter. I hear there’s an animu airing this year but I’ve been too lazy to check it out. Plus I dunno how limited budgets would affect the art.

Seijo no Maryoku wa Bannou Desu

Another standard isekai shoujo style (so many of these out there) but this time around MC just wants to live her life making potions. Good on her. This is a secret but sometimes my heart still goes a flutter for handsome men who are devoted. Huhu, that heart clogging granny’s old macaroni and cheese. Delicious but old.

Kono Sekai ga Game da to Ore dake ga Shitteiru

Isekai videogame version (PLEASE SO MANY OF THESE) but the unique aspect of it is that the videogame is glitchy as fuck and unforgiving. MC purposefully played a shitty game to the point of knowing most of the tips and tricks so when he gets shunted into it it’s hilarious how he went about it. Like step-cancels, abusing code-glitches, increasing skills by smashing his face inside the confessional, etc. Female characters are annoying and  one-note, but I appreciate the funny concept of being in a badly coded world.

Kami-sama no Ekohiiki

I... really enjoyed this? All gender-talk aside, I’m super sad that Torii’s love for Kagura (Yashiro) is unrequited, but at least she gets some hastily put together romance in the end. I really liked her. Kenta’s visit in the world where Yashiro doesn’t fall in love with him... right in the heart. 

Sorry For My Familiar

Small demon girl has a human as her familiar. Wacky hijinks ensue. It’s hilarious and light-hearted so read if you want to have a good time. I like me some good ol’ comedy.

Senyuu.

I’m like... going back and forth on reading this. On the one hand, I live for RPG parodies and dumb hijinks. On the other hand, FUCK THAT PEDOPHILE GRANDPA INTO THE DEEPEST PORTION OF HELL AND BACK. So many stupid loli jokes and yet I come back because Alba and Ros and literally everyone else. I dunno. I hear shit gets real, but hnngh. I guess this hinges on how much you can ignore the parts you hate.

I’m sure there are others but these are the ones that showed up in my reading history. Hope you enjoyed me rambling with no substance. Also really shows how much bad taste I have. ;-9