#be lucky you're still alive to fucking complain about it

[drbased]

ok I have to talk about 'the dialectic of sex' by shulamith firestone because it was one of the first proper feminist books I read and I didn't have the confidence back then to address this book:

so this is still the only book I've read so far that actually uses the words 'radical feminist' - except her definition of this politics is essentially transhumanist luxury space communism. because her understanding is that the 'root' of women's oppression is our reproductive capacity and therefore no matter what happens society will never fully be able to share the burden of childbirth and child-rearing across both sexes.

this book feels so evocative of its time - like there was a small window of pure hope shortly after the invention of the pill and the hippy movement where everything entirely changed for women. like, think about it: up until that point unless you use some sort of condom (which men don't like using - and also not 100% effective anyway) you're basically always vulnerable to being impregnated by a man during piv, which is considered the basic form of sexual intimacy wth men, which women are expected to engage in to be considered full members of society. so women would have all been in some sort of constant state of low-key fear; one sex - or rape - away from having a child that would change their entire existence. that's got to really fuck you up, especially your relationship with your own body. and you could get an abortion but only if you're incredibly lucky, and still getting an abortion is probably more like surviving a car crash than anything - like you're glad you made it through but also you're still damaged psychologically and probably physically as well. and it's such a silent fear as well - because women are supposed to want babies and babies just happen so you're not allowed to complain that this is because your husband always wants sex and he's the one who impregnates you but if he does people say 'she got herself pregnant again'. like there's layer upon layer of psychological terrorism surrounding men's impregnation of women and that's gotta mess you the hell up.

so the invention of the pill - holy shit, just imagine it. the hope. you can take the pill in secret, you can take the power back, you're not uniquely vulnerable to your own bodily forces anymore, that gives you time to fucking think, to be alive, to feel, to feel vulnerable, to feel free. it's like literal magic. if the most basic of happenings - pregnancy - can be actually prevented, then what else can we do to the body? what else can science do for us?? how more free can we get?? It's women's first time to (ironically) feel like a god, able to transcend the body. I'm actually surprised that I've not found more writings like shulamith's - that there weren't more women spurred on by this amazing discovery into further transhumanism. I guess the problem was that women were starting to notice that whilst women were able to change their own individual lives with the pill, that wasn't making men behave any differently.

but I still find it fascinating how this definition of radical feminism hasn't survived at all. as it stands on radblr, the 'root' of women's oppression is men, and therefore the only real solution is separatism. but like, what happened to the brand of feminism that says, uhhhh isn't it actually kinda fucked up that half the human race are burdened entirely with pregnancy, birth and child-rearing? and could we maybe be freed from that if we used science to bring about children another way? I'm not even agreeing with her that that would solve everything (because regardless even if we *could* make babies in a tube, that doesn't mean all women are going to magically become infertile, and it certainly doesn't mean than men are going to be less violent against us), but I'm very interested in questioning what the 'root' of women's oppression is - because modern 'radical feminism' has a lot of gaps to allow for a simplistic narrative that I'm sure many in the community, definitely myself included, are rapidly tiring of. and I think it shows in the separatism debate, which rages on because no one can think of any other solution, because the unspoken tenet is that what the 'root' is is solved and agreed-upon, and therefore the answer is just so damn obvious that the women who don't agree must be scared and stupid. I've been wanting to address this in some form or another for years now, and I guess I'm dipping my toes in it now.

at the very least, I'd like to know if someone has a good source on where the term 'radical feminism' came from and how its meaning has evolved over the years. in ariel levy's 'female chauvinist pigs' she touches on this debate that started in the late seventies that led to the fracturing of feminism and the creation of liberal feminism - and it seems to be along these same lines of separatism vs fucking men. I've always found it odd that there's essentially no middle ground here - like you don't need to embrace 'sluttiness' in order to want to have a healthy sexual relationship with a man, but it seems the liberal feminist side chose that, meanwhile the only other 'mainstream' option seems to be separatism. obviously a lot of the women in radblr don't actually fully agree with that - but all us hetties are suspiciously silent on that subject.

to me the issues with separatism go further than simply sex with men - sure it's psychologically good for you to only purchase from women owned businesses and only read books by women etc etc, and it financially uplifts other women. but also we live under capitalism, which obscures our reliance on each other. when you buy from that woman-owned business, the person delivering your package is likely to be male, the person who assembled the vehicle he drives is likely to be male, the person who constructed the roads he drives on is likely to be male. this is not to say that men are vital - but rather, your 'separatist choice' is a fundamentally capitalistic one that exists more for your peace of mind than being anything actually radical - as in, nothing about the 'root' of women's oppression is addressed in doing so. there's no ethical consumption under capitalism yadda yadda. and only speaking to women irl is also less of a capitalist action but still ultimately an individual one. there's so much emphasis on personal actions as the height of feminism and it screams liberal individualist to me. like you took 'the personal is political' and ran with it.

but if the root of the problem is men, then that's simple, isn't it? just don't interact with men. don't have sex with men. don't pay men, apart from the men who happen to be an inescapable part of the supply chain, they will inevitably get paid by your actions anyway, but you don't have to think about that because that's what capitalism does: it makes you think you have this magical power as an indvidual to make real radical choice in the world, to 'vote with your dollar'.

I'm not exactly calling for firebombing a walmart but I'm bored with the capitalism-loving individualistic liberalism of what this community calls 'radical feminism' - but that same thought-terminating cliche keeps getting thrown at us: 'we're radical, which means we grasp at the root, and the root is male violence, so you can't call yourself a radical feminist if you don't want to do the basic things of not wearing make-up and not fucking men'. and nobody ever seems to stop and question, does any of that actually address the root of our oppression? capitalism isn't the only economic system that has ever oppressed women, but it's the one we live under, and it's very good at sneaking into the backdrop of our lives and naturalising hierarchies - capitalism becomes its own justification, e.g. women choose low-paying jobs just because that's what we gravitate to, yanno?

being genuinely anti-capitalist recomplicates politics all over again, because suddenly it's not an easy men vs women but also men vs women vs rich people, some of whom are women??? and like, what's the solution to that? do we stand with men agains the capitalist system and risk our voices getting silenced, or do we go full single-issue and just go fuck it, capitalism was created by men for themselves like solanas said, so if we stand against men then idk capitalism will just sort of fall by itself? or in reality it's just not addressed at all. separatism itself always sits there as a thought-terminating cliche in and of itself - an accusation ready to be levelled at anyone who wants to question any of these unspoken tenets of radblr. and the goal-post is ever-shifting - separatism is women's land, but if you say that's not a real solution in our capitalist interconnected world then you get accused of not wanting women's spaces because that's obviously what separatism has been about this whole time. also separatism is not fucking men, actually it's not about that it's about prioritising women (vague), and on and on and on - the argument always shifts so the word stays pure. but like, is separatism an end-goal? a political tactic? something you do to enrich your own life and psyche? something to give space for consciousness-raising? I saw someone ages ago claim that the suffragettes wanting the right to vote was somehow separatist because idk, the women were making spaces for themselves? but wanting to involve yourself in male politics is literally assimilationist, no??

I'lm going to stop rambling for now but this was good to get my thoughts out there - I enjoy my theorising in this space but I'm also deeply interested in questioning. I've noticed time and time again that discourse is always stopped by 'you're not a real radical feminist if you do/don't do x' and I've found it really odd and telling that no one's questioned that? like sure I know we've built our whole political framework on 'words mean things' but also it's always worth questioning the definition of 'radical' and what the 'root' of our oppression is, and what we can actually do to address it, and if our narratives and assumptions are too simplistic. the community would be all the better for it imho. I already think the influx of 'tirfs' in the community and the khelif debate has been opening up these unspoken simplistic narratives on the nature of gender vs sex, of socialisation vs low-key biological essentialism, and I think we can push that kind of questioning even further. ramble over.

[skelhell]

god if I see one more person whining about a show getting cancelled lmao it happens. This is inevitable. Yes it sucks, I'm sure it does, but oh my fucking god. There are more important things happening. Y'all are acting like this is the worst fucking thing to ever happen to you ever. Respectfully, grow the fuck up and look around. 😩

[hadesisqueer]

One thing I really like about RWBY as a show is that the heroes do not have a strict no kill rule. Like, obviously, they very much prefer not hurting or killing anyone at all, but if it comes to that, they do not hesitate.

-Tyrian is trying to capture Ruby and kill her uncle and her friends? The moment he gets slightly distracted, Ruby takes the chance and cuts his tail off without a second thought.

-Cinder is affected by Ruby's silver eyes in the Battle of Haven? Jaune doesn't hesitate and the moment she lets her guard down he tries to stab her in the face; had he gone for a slash instead, Cinder would be dead.

-Tock has blinded Maria and is about to kill her? There you go, Maria will decapitate her. Bye, Tock.

-Adam keeps trying to kill Blake and Yang? Oh, he gets stabbed by both of them. No more Adam.

-Ironwood tries to shoot Winter again with that weird gun even though she's a Maiden now? Winter just sends the blast back at him and leaves. Doesn't even check if he's still alive.

-Neo just pushed Yang to the void and they think she's gone? Blake WILL try to cut Neo's head off. And while they're fighting Ruby doesn't hesitate to push Neo off the bridges even if she thought that would kill her.

Which are all like, normal. Those other people are actively trying to kill them or their loved ones as well. Which is why I used to be really confused when I kept seeing some people complaining mostly about the Ruby with Tyrian and the Blake and Yang vs Adam things. Saying they are supposed to be the good guys and they should set an example to viewers instead of maiming or killing their foes.

What example do you want them to set? That letting others kill you and your loved ones is okay? Because that's what was gonna happen; Tyrian had just poisoned Qrow, actually he's lucky Ruby only went for the tail. Adam was not going to stop and he going to take Blake's sword to continue to try murdering her and Yang, who had no Auras either and were as vulnerable as he was. They either did it first or they could die, and they did. It's self-defense. Tyrian and Adam were trying to kill them and they were the ones who started the fights. You fuck around, you're gonna find out.

[evilminji]

Oh god :Dc a Danny Summons Contract

No you guys DON'T UNDERSTAND-!

Just. Danny! Only Danny! He fucked up. Some ancient Warring States Ninja fucked up. They BOTH agreed to NEVER talk about it again.

Cause like? That ninja? Was a GROWN ASS MAN. A qualified BAMF of the highest order. He WAS the Danger, thank you very much. So, he? Will NEVER live down being saved by...well...

*holds up wildly struggling, noodle limbed, sad wet raccoon havin a terrible day lookin, meat thresher on legs*

THIS.

It's a BABY. Honestly, his Clan's TODDLERS know how to throw better punch. This scrawny infant baby child is both? His new son. AND an embarrassing trainwreck in motion. FFS kid, that's not how you- No! NO! Don't you DARE bite that opponent! You don't know where they've B-!

Kid they could have BEEN POISONED!!! Spit um OUT! DROP UM! Drop that RIGHT NOW! What are you? A dead Inuzuka? A god forsaken Hatake!? DROP IT!!!

It...sure is An Adventure™.

One of many early "here's how you DON'T make a Summoning contract" experiments, that Clans without seal masters were attempting. He's honestly lucky HIS attempt ended with him still... you know... ALIVE. Problem, though? After bunking for like... a few months? A year? In the command center?

And you know, terrorizing the GIW into complete collapse. Parenting him through some pretty serious life changes. Somehow making Sam MORE terrifying. And a whole host of off screen ninja shenanigans? They figure out? Oh. Only way to send him HOME is to either accept or refuse a Contract.

They gotta make one.

First they head to Frostbite for a recommendation, then? Off to a reputable Ghost Lawyer they go! They have to camp in the waiting room for like... a week. But? Worth it! The contract is AMAZING. And terrifying! Protects them both. Can't be used against EITHER. And that loophole you're thinking off? Ten pages worth of point 4 script, twenty three yards down, for why it's a BAD IDEA and breaks contract~!

Neither of them can make the other do SHIT! Only fully consensual, mutually beneficial, ass kicking here! If we FEEL LIKE IT!

Ninja dad insisted. Never sign a contract with anything less then extreme paranoia, kid! Leave no "implied" or "spirit of the rules"! Loopholes are holes in your armor, with which your enemy stabs you in the back!

Danny, tearfully, sends ninja dad home.

Gross. Emotions all over his armor. If only there wasn't all this sand in his eyes, he'd definitely complain about it. *stoic ninja hug*

Danny? Become a king. One of many. An Ancient. Becomes FUCKING HUUUUUUUUGE. Like? "Aw, your city is so pwecious~☆ n smol~♡! Whats it called again? New York?" Huge. A fuckin LEVIATHAN made of void, stars, and space ice. A Winter corpse, marked by lightning, that became the night sky itself. With a crown of aurora borealis, ever shifting, like flame.

Proportional, in a way, to Summon Bosses. Just as a normal human is to a normal toad, a normal cat, a normal slug. So too, is Danny LARGER then them.

You know... when he feels like it.

The contract? Passes down. Ninja dad does warn his kin. Prooooobably not gonna answer you. He only answers ME cause I'm, well, ME.

Fuckin BET. They declare. And lose. Repeatedly.

Time marches on. The Senju and Uchiha has their Drama. Dear KAMI do they Have Their Drama. Please Stop, says everyone. They... do not. The contract? Fuckin STOLEN. Because of course it is.

It's a HUGE, glowing, death radiating Summons Contract kept in a shrine behind like... SO MANY seals. It makes anyone less then a full grown JOUNIN physically SICK to even touch! Prolonged exposure kills people! Of COURSE it gets fuckin stolen. It's obviously a super, mega, ultra rare AMAZEBALLS Summon Contract... right?

Eeeeeeeeeeeh *so-so hand motion* KINDA!

It IS technically that.

They ain't wrong. Cause Danny IS an Adult now. A King. Connected to the Zone. An ANCIENT. Beyond and Above his mortal origins, even as, by being a Halfa, he is utterly the same. That contract is as close as one could GET to having a contract with the Sage himself.

You know... if he answered you.

Felt like your petty bullshit was worth getting up off the couch for.

Not to MENTION? He can make clones! Like.... billions of them now. Has a skeleton army. Is kinda one of the stronger Ancients. But that's not the point. The POINT? Clones. Don't have to be EQUAL facets of self.

You CAN make a .00001% clone of yourself!

Behold *summons poof noise* Lil Baby Man!

The harbinger of Danny! Here to Test Your VIBEZ™. He sends them each time. To be an adorable menace. Cause problems on purpose. Be gremlins, chew on table legs, maybe. You know, the works! They RADIATE his " I Am Death." Energy. But also his "winter, protection, and starlight" vibes... if you're brave enough to LOOK.

If you don't flinch away from a spirit of the dead. Can embrace the chaotic nature of a Zone ghost. Are kind to something that isn't what you expected, that you can USE, that appears weaker then you. Something that seems dumb. Distractable. Useless in battle.

Can you be kind? Do you immediately give up? To recognize a test when you see one? Is your first impulse cruelty? Distain? It tells Danny a lot. Saves him time.

Which? Is how a young Itachi, freshly Jounin'd, gets thrown through an old and rotting wooden gate into what LOOKS like a vaguely demonic death shrine. Hmmm, concerning. Baby 'tachi has been separated from his teammates. Is having a Bad Time™. The crows can't really help much here.

And, well, that IS a Summoning contract...

He's outnumbered. Low on both weapons and Chakra. Refuses to do anything BUT return home to his family. His baby brother. Is it WISE? No. It is in fact, incredibly, incredibly UNWISE. He has no idea what he'll be agreeing too. But... so long as he live just a bit longer...

He slams an earth wall against the entrance.

Falls back to the Glowing Contract.

Stumbles, as even landing near it makes his insides revolt. His skin prickle and burn. Colder then the nine tails Chakra, emptier, yet somehow endlessly more ABSOLUTE.

It's like the very Chakra in his body screams against it. Rejects it's mere presence. As though all thing alive REFUSE it with desperation and fear. He has no time to muse upon this. It hurt his hand to touch. He does so anyway. Struggling to hold the earthwall against enemy attacks.

He doesn't bother to read the contract. Flings it from the pedestal, to unravel, so he may sign quickly. There. With a practiced motion, he nicks his finger, and scrawls his future away. Whatever demons may come. Whatever monsters this brings. Please... let him live long enough to say goodbye.

The world CRACKS as he summons.

Death and the Shinigami are not the same.

Even those without the ability to sense are battered by the tsunami of... not killing intent. No. There is no intent. No killing. Just... knowing. Heraldry. That Death comes for us all. You can not escape. Foolish and small, is this what you waste your existence on? Ants before a god. Dust before the heavens. He... he can not... breathe...

Frozen. Eyes wide. Sharigan spinning, spinning, spinning. Capturing the delicate lace of nothingness, absence of life, as it drifts by. Unable to move from where he kneels, bloody hand pressed to the ground, in a Summoning.

What Has He Done?

Outside there is panic. Screaming. They flee. He... he wishes he could flee. W...why can't he-? *THHHWAP!* Mmmmph?! Something small and almost bird shaped smacks into his face like a flung ration. Tiny arms spread wide to cling to his bangs and dangle. The deathy power fades... almost... almost as though it were... a threat display?

He focuses on the tiny creature whining and hugging his face. It... is a floating snake toddler? Or is it dragon? They have sharp little claws and stars along their face, a tiny whispy mane of white. Likely a dragon child then. They stick their small tounge out slightly, eyes the blankly trusting stare of small children everywhere.

He clearly want to be carried. Ah. Of course, little one.

Did... did he agree to raise a dragon?

Just?

Itachi, smol. Serious. With lil baby man floped on his head or tucked lovingly in his arms. The TEXTBOOK definition of "he don't bite" "YES HE DO!!!" For everyone but Itachi and Sasuke. To whom he is, of course, an INNOCENT BABY who has NEVER done anything wrong EVER. An angel! Why is everyone being so MEAN to poor innocent baby man? Boo hoo~!

It fucks up SO MANY plans.

Because Itachi. A smol child. INSISTS he is a Father now. What are you going to do? Say he can be? Why? Because he's a CHILD? Which is it? Is he a Jounin or a Dependant? An adult in the eyes of the law or a child to be protected by said law from pushing him off to war? Old enough to die, old enough to parent his dragon son!

And SORRY Father, he CANT join Anbu. Who would be there for his child? Ah, he should join a parenting group. *various competent parent instincts go haywire over this tiny Uchiha child in need of parenting* Danzo? For some reason his son seems to really, REALLY hate him. Better avoid him. His child doesn't know yet not to bite respected elders.

Sasuke? Gets to be an UNCLE! To a DRAGON! He takes his job very seriously.

It's the best PR the clan has ever had.

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @hypewinter @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @legitimatesatanspawn @lolottes @mutable-manifestation

[reve-writes]

—fixer upper. | alice in borderland chishiya shuntarō x reader.

you were shot. he helped you not bleed out to death. | set in s2 beginning of king of spades.

CHISHIYA WAS CUNNING AND SELF-PRESERVING. While it would've slightly hurt your feelings if he had left you, it would be very much in-character of him.

He cussed when the first spray of bullets was fired, finding cover. You cussed seconds later, leaning against a pillar, your hand hovering over a fresh bullet wound just above your hip bone.

"Fuck," you repeatedly said, trying to stay calm despite the adrenaline pumping through you. You needed to think of the different ways you could get to safety, away from the gun-crazed maniac.

"Can you move?" Chishiya asked, noticing the blooming blood on your jacket.

You closed your eyes, the pain was starting to sink in. "You go. I'll wait for the shooter to walk past and make a run for it."

He said nothing and for a terrible second, you thought you were actually alone. Having been in the Beach for quite a while, you weren't used to isolation. Your eyes shot open when you felt someone grab your hand.

"Can you walk?" He asked again, slinging your arm over his shoulders.

You stare at him blankly for a second. He asked again, with an annoyed click of his tongue. "Can you walk or not?"

"I can try," you answered, hobbling along the sidewalk with the silver-haired man. You hissed and cursed every time he pulled or pushed you swiftly to take cover.

"You're regretting it, huh? Should've left me," you teased, watching him as he frowned with effort.

"Stop talking and move faster."

Finally, he ducked under an apothecary, pulling you inside with him, waddling as far away from the doors and windows as possible. You hid behind the cash register counter while gunshots rang over and over again outside. Until, eventually the sound got quieter and disappeared.

Chishiya peeked over the counter. Still quiet. He gingerly stood up and walked quietly over around the counter.

"I have the shittiest luck," you complained. "Can't even die from the shot. Now I have to sit here and bleed to death in pain."

"On the contrary, I think your luck is keeping you alive," he replied, shuffling about between the shelves.

You shrugged, not that Chishiya could see it. "Maybe I'm lucky to be stuck with you then."

It was silent for a second and two and five.

"Are you—"

You interrupted him, "Because you're a med student! I didn't mean to make it weird."

"You remembered," he said, putting a handful of supplies next to you. Gauze, anesthetic, antiseptics. Sat facing you, Chishiya put on a pair of latex gloves.

"Take off your jacket."

"Huh?"

Still as expressionless as ever, he tugged on the bottom hem of your jacket. "Off."

You slid down the zipper awkwardly. Chishiya was completely professional while dressing your wound. You were staring at him, shamelessly, as his blood-slicked hand pressed against your torso.

Were his lashes always this long?

Chishiya knew he should have left you. Your plan most likely would have worked, assuming the shooter was trying to rack up as many victims as they could, you would've been safe hiding until they walked past.

However, seeing the blood slicking your clothes, he could feel himself tensing. He couldn't leave this to a probability. A dozen different scenarios went through his head—all of them with you, dead. At that moment, his caution was thrown in the wind. You couldn't die. Not there, not then.

He was so used to having you around him that the thought of you dying never really crossed his mind. Would he simply go on? Would he grieve? He didn't want to dwell on the thought. This was the one thing he didn't mind not knowing—what he would do after you.

"You'll be fine," Chishiya said finally, security the bandage around your torso. "Rest up."

"I'm fine now," you said stubbornly. You tried to push yourself off of the ground, but the room spun around you. You fell, lying down on the floor with your hand on your eyes, groaning.

"You lost a lot of blood. Get some rest."

When you woke up much later, there were a fresh, clean jacket, a bottle of water, and a couple cans of food by your side.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

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[venriliz]

10 random facts about me

got tagged by @druidberries @alientown @papermint-airplane TY <3

u literally tagged the most boring person but that's probably what half of all people think of themselves, huh? °-° i might regurgitate some of the facts i used for my introduction post in the sims of tumblr community. i wrote a lot so i'll put a cut with the facts below here. °-°

my birthday is the 4th of july and when i was a kid (prolly like 5 or 6) i saw an american parade on the news on tv. after i asked my dad why these people are celebrating he literally told me that they're celebrating my birthday °_° i believed for several years that americans celebrated my fucking birthday bc i wasn't aware of independence day existing lmfao. my dad just loved fooling me V.V he might be dead but i'm still holding that grudge lol.

i'm kinda lucky to be alive i guess? when i was a kid i was hit by a car in what we in germany call "Spielstraße" which is kinda like a street in dense neighborhoods where kids are allowed to play freely and cars aren't allowed to go faster than 7 kph/4.3 mph. i don't now how fast the driver was but it probably was something around 30 kph/18 mph. i didn't have very bad injuries but still °-° i could've died.

i was a typical horse girl as a kid (i still like horses but i'm not riding anymore because i'm a very old 20-something with knee problems lol) and i was fucking INSUFFERABLE abt it.

i don't want to have kids or get married. i'm not one of those people who hate children like i love my nieces and my nephew BUT i have a lot of mental health issues and can't possibly take care of another life if i can barely take care of myself properly, right? marriage to me is just a weird concept. i can totally respect people getting married and if i'm invited to a wedding i'm obviously attending but i personally can't really subscribe to the idea of binding myself to someone with a piece of paper and it then being such a stupid process when it doesn't work out. also... it costs too much money lol

i have kind of an affinity for finding missing pets (i also photograph every missing poster i see so i guess that helps with recognizing them?)

i was NOT good at school like i kinda sucked and i can probably blame a mixture of mental health issues, trouble at home and also being a lazy teenager that just wasn't really built for school life lol. i barely managed to get the "Mittlere Reife" (if you're german u know what i mean. i could explain what that means but explaining the german school system would take years). english, german and biology were my only good classes. i absolutely hated math like we're lifelong enemies.

speaking of germany, i am from germany or to be more specific from the most northern region nearest to the danish border and i LOVE living here. the north and baltic sea are close to me and people here are usually quite chill. the only thing i don't like that much abt living here is kind of the regional cuisine bc a lot of it is fish and i don't like eating fish T.T

i HATE going shopping (i'm an online shopper °-° EMP my beloved) and my friends just don't take me with them on shopping trips bc they know i'll kill the mood by complaining like a child and wanting to go back home lmfao

the first sims game for me was the og Sims and i almost fried my dad's old ass pc playing it. my first vivid memory of the game was noticing that here and there random houses appeard out of seemingly nowhere. the goths got a new house that didn't fit their vibe for example lol. years later my dad told me that he used to play the game when i was sleeping and just built these houses lmfao. so i guess my dad was an og simmer oO.

i remember 9/11 (yes i'm old enough don't age shame me T.T). i was in kindergarten at that time and just came home from a friends house when the towers fell. i saw it on tv and even though i was very young i understood that a lot of people were getting hurt. definitely had an impact on me as a kid.

yeah that's it. i rambled a lot but yeah °-°

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[missvelvetsstuff]

Just a Number

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Reader is 47 and has adult kids who aren't sure about her new beau.

Chapter 8

Notes: it feels like it's been forever but I'm still alive. The holidays were rough, we were all sick and broke but my family is together and that's what's important. The husband and oldest are both working full time now and it's gonna take some time but life is heading back towards our normal level of broke.

My muse is very slowly waking up and I'm hoping to find the inspiration to get back to work on my other wip's and even have an idea or two for new stories.

I just realized that I've gone over 1000 followers and can only offer my shock and gratitude to y'all.

Hope this is worth the wait.

Warnings: swearing, angst

Y/N was too busy for the next few days to do more than work and sleep. Contract disputes arose in Malaysia which meant 3 nights away from home. It wasn't so bad, Pepper always had the best of everything and wasn't stingy.

She struggled to sleep with the time changes and late night meetings, only wishing she could go home to her own bed and sleep for at least a day straight.

That might not help her dreams. They started sweet before turning sexy and she never had the chance to get any release when they went bad. In one dream she let Bucky tie her up and he quickly went from teasing to torturing. If she was lucky she woke up screaming but sometimes she couldn't wake herself up and was trapped by the Winter Soldier, who then morphed into John, until something woke her up.

The first night home from Malaysia she woke up crying and went down to the kitchen for some tea, only to find Dawn waiting with her mug and the tea kettle whistling.

Dawn spoke softly.

"Come have a cuppa and talk to me Sissy. I feel like I haven't seen you in ages"

Y/N scoffed softly "Don't be so melodramatic I've only been gone for a few days."

Dawn shrugged "It's not the same here when you're gone. Maybe I'll get a dog."

Y/N smirked "Fine, as long as it's not some yappy purse dog. Pits and Shepherds are good."

Dawn's smile grew "You said fine, I'm getting a puppy next Saturday. You want to come to the shelter with me?"

Y/N smiled and nodded "I'm in."

Dawn poured hot water in their mugs "Now that's been settled. What's going on? I heard crying."

Y/N shook her head "Nothing. I'm just severely jet-lagged and can't sleep. My schedule is all fucked up. I'll be alright, just need some sleep. Luckily, Pepper gave me tomorrow off."

Dawn looked at her pointedly "None of that equals crying so tell me."

Y/N shrugged "Weird dreams involving James and John, I don't know how to sort them out. I miss James, was looking forward to seeing him and now I don't know when that will be. I don't miss Johnny but do hope he's alright."

Dawn nodded "Some sleep will help. And a puppy. Definitely need a puppy."

Y/N chuckled "So we can fight over who he sleeps with?"

Dawn smirked "So we'll get two puppies."

Y/N rolled her eyes at her sister and drank her tea before Dawn gave her a hug and she went back to her room to try and get some sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On the other side of the world things weren't going much better. John hadn't stopped complaining since he saw Bucky that first day. Bucky had been getting some amusement over Johns whining but was ready to put him down after the three of them got into it with some small time organized criminals who accused them of dealing on their turf.

Or that's what they thought until Sam realized one of them was enhanced.

Instead of focusing on taking the men down, John spent most of that fight trying to get the shield from Sam who ended up hurt pretty badly over it.

Bucky had enough and was giving John a piece of his mind when John tried to sucker punch him.

Unfortunately for John, he was still adjusting to his enhancement from the serum, while Bucky had been fighting with the serum for decades and caught John's fist with his vibranium hand.

He glared at John but couldn't help smirking when John realized he was caught.

Bucky squeezed John's hand "You gonna stop acting like a bitch or do I have to break your fucking hand?"

John whined "No, you can't you'll lose your pardon. I'll say you started it."

Buckys grin grew as John fell to his knees "You're on thin ice with the govt already, sure you want to take that chance?"

John cried out "Fine! Fine. Shit!!" and clutched his right hand to his chest when Bucky released it.

Bucky offered a hand up which John slapped away, making Bucky laugh out loud before he went to check on Sam. They took a day to let Sam rest and recover.

By the end of the week looking for the power broker, nerves were frayed. Sam was ready to let Bucky have at John and just turn his head.

Friday night found the three men and Sharon drinking mini bar shots in a hotel suite in Croatia.

Sharon was all over Bucky even after he repeatedly and politely asked her to stop.

Sam was practically passed out on one of the chairs, mumbling out comments at the game of Cards Against Humanity they had been playing for 4 hours.

John was a little better off than Sam but likely only because of the serum.

Sharon had been going in and out for at least an hour but her occasional snores made John and Bucky giggle.

Bucky downed 3 tequila shots in quick succession, wishing for even a slight buzz for his efforts, before elbowing John in the ribs.

It didn't occur to him that he was inebriated and spoke in a slurring stage whisper "Hey" he tapped John's shoulder "Hey!" John mumbled then snored so Bucky slapped him across the face, 'gently' with his flesh hand "JOHNNY!!"

John sat up abruptly "What? Goddammit Olivia why are you waking me up. Stupid bitch."

He looked around for a moment before realizing where he was when he saw Bucky staring at him. John scoffed "What the buck do you want Fucky? Keep bugging me and I'll make sure you never get near my sister again."

John looked around some more until he saw Sharon "Sharon!!" When she groaned and rolled over he mumbled again. "Fucking cunt better wake up so we can....."

Bucky listened to his mumbling, trying to figure out what John was doing with Sharon. He couldn't understand why he felt drunk all of a sudden but blacked out before he could figure it out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The rest of the week flew by and on Sunday Y/N was preparing tacos for dinner with her kids.

Jessie arrived early and helped while discussing work and a guy she met on her lunch break.

Michael showed up late and Y/N could smell the alcohol on his breath. She wasn't pleased with that but knew it would make it easier to get his secrets out of him.

Y/N heard her phone dinging in her bedroom and left Jessie to watch the meat.

When she looked at the text there was no number listed and a bunch of dark pics with a nude couple, obviously mid coitus. She gasped when she saw the glint of gold on Bucky's left arm and her stomach fell when she saw the woman on top of him had long blonde hair that was definitely not hers. Her eyes filled with tears and she quickly shuffled to the bathroom to splash some water on her face and put her phone away to be dealt with later.

Jessie scoffed at her brother "What is wrong with you Mikey?"

Michael smirked at her "Just celebrating, my dear sister. Getting rid of some dead weight." He laughed at his comments and Jessie growled at her brother.

She grabbed his collar "You better not be screwing with mom or Sargent Barnes." She stood on her tiptoes and looked him in the eyes "I will fuck you up if you hurt her, Mikey. I'm not playing."

Michael scoffed "A little heartbreak today will spare her from much worse later on. Now can we eat yet?"

Y/N overheard Michael but couldn't understand half of his words. She shook her head, knowing he was up to something because he almost never drank, and walked up to her kids.

"Michael, can you set the table please. Auntie is out so it's just the three of us."

Michael scoffed "She's gonna end up with AIDS or something, as much as she whores around."

Y/N bristled and tapped him upside his head "MICHAEL DAVID! What the Hell is wrong with you? You will not speak of your aunt like that."

He rolled his eyes "You talk about uncle Johnny like that all the time. What's the difference?"

She sighed "Jessie, can you make some coffee for your brother?" Then turned on her son "The difference is that Dawn helped raise you and has always been there for all of us while Johnny disrespected me and your father every chance he got. Or did you drink so much you forgot about that? I don't know what's going on but you better think real hard about the next thing you say to me."

Michael looked in her eyes and spat "If you cared so much about dad then why are you disrespecting him by fucking a war criminal?"

His head was turned before he realized she had slapped him. His hand flew up to his cheek and he looked at her in shock.

"You know I loved your father and more importantly he knew but he has been gone for over 5 years. Do you expect me to live alone for the rest of my life? I'm almost 50, not almost dead and I deserve to be loved, dammit."

She paused to take a sip of her wine "And James is a good man who was forced into fucked up circumstances. The government has pardoned him and you don't need to make his life any more difficult than it already is." She shook her head "I don't know how you ended up such a selfish and judgemental prick but your father would be ashamed. Now help your sister bring the food in."

Michael just stared at his mother before walking away muttering "That assholes life will be real simple when he's locked up on the Raft."

He pulled his phone out and didn't realize Jessie was listening until he ran into her "What have you done, Michael? I can't believe you would sabotage Moms happiness."

He scoffed "She'll get over it. Be easy for a slut like her to find another guy."

Jessie punched him in the stomach and took his phone away when he doubled over. Her eyes grew wide when she saw the messages from their uncle and she shoved Michael to the floor before hurrying to the dining room

"MOM!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Early morning that same day, Bucky woke up feeling hungover, in a strange bed. It took a few minutes for him to sit up and remember where he was. He held his head and groaned, jumping when he heard a moan right next to him. He looked over and practically fell out of bed trying to get away from his bed mate. When he hit the floor he realized that he was naked. Grabbing the blanket he stood up awkwardly trying to cover his nudity. As he pulled on it he saw it sliding off of the person in his bed, who he definitely didn't want to uncover.

She groaned "Jimmy, baby what's wrong?"

Bucky shook his head "Sharon? What the fuck are you doing in here? I told you to leave me alone."

Sharon giggled "Yeah you started that way but as the night went on you got much friendlier. Come back and I'll show you." She invited as she uncovered herself.

Bucky closed his eyes and shook his head "Nononono, Sharon you need to go. I don't want this, I don't want you. This didn't happen."

Sharon pouted "It definitely happened. Wanna see the pictures?"

"What? Pictures? What did you do to me Sharon? I remember drinking, playing some crazy card game and waking up just now." Bucky felt his heart speeding up and felt light headed "No, this didn't happen. You and John did something to me. You drugged me."

Sharon smiled wickedly "Aawww, how could little ol me do anything to a big bad super soldier? I think you wanted me and took what you wanted. Nothing wrong with that." She shrugged. "I definitely enjoyed it and the evidence says you did too."

Bucky could feel a panic attack coming on and felt his knees buckle before he dropped to the floor, his head fell into his hands "No. This can't be real. Please God don't let this be real."

Chapter 9

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You and Us - CHAPTER 2

Pairing : Sebastian Stan x Reader x Bucky

Warning : 18+, MINOR DNI, violence, blood, angst, injuries, TELL ME IF I MISSED SOME

A/N : Here's chapter 2 ! I hope you'll like it. Do not hesitate to like, reblog and comment if you want to support me !

You and Us Masterlist || Bucky Barnes Masterlist

His entire body was in pain and he felt sick with every move he tried to make. But the worst was his head, it hurt so much that he couldn't open his eyes. He stayed still and took deep breaths, waiting a few minutes until the suffering lessened. He had to know what was happening. The last thing he could remember was the interview he gave to a magazine about his last movie, he also had a photoshoot.

Then he went back to his apartment and... nothing. Panic exploded at his chest, he tried to move, forgetting about the pain. And he finally noticed : his hands were tied at his back and the floor on which he was laying was cold. A metallic smell reached his nose. Blood. But was it his or someone else's ? His closed eyelids hide deep blue eyes, and he could feel the tears prickling them. A sob escaped his lips.

"Damn," he heard a laugh coming from the darkness, "is the Winter Soldier fucking crying ?" Winter what ? The man he just heard wasn't alone. They were two, and they were laughing. At him. A metal door opened. Footsteps. "I wonder how they managed to give him a new arm... Anyway, let's start."

"желаниe." What the fuck were they saying ? They were getting closer to him, and with each footstep, another word was pronounced. pжавый. A laugh. Семнадцать. His heartbeats were getting faster. Рассвет. A camera flash. Печь. A woman's voice. Девять. Snowflakes. Доброкачественный. More tears. Возвращение на родин. It was hard to breathe. Один. He opened his eyes. Грузовой вагон. He didn't want to die.

He waited.

And waited.

But nothing happened. He was still breathing. He was alive.

A kick in his stomach confirmed it. The taste of blood filled his mouth.

"It's broken. What have they done to our machine ?" The guy was pissed.

"I don't know," the other man said, "maybe they found a way to bring back Sergeant Barnes. Bucky. Fucking. Barnes." There was hate in his voice.

"Who the hell is Bucky ?," the bloody man managed to ask. Was this his name ? His head hurt so much. A minute ago he could have sworn he knew his name and life. He needed to sleep so badly.

"Maybe we hit too hard. Or maybe the words still have an effect on him." The man laughed, spitted on his face and left.

What the hell was going on ?

"I can't contact them", you were panicking. Hydra was just playing with you. They couldn't have caught Bucky just like that, could they ? Steve was in no better state of mind, because if Hydra had his best friend, it meant they also had Sam. Were they planning on using him too ? Or was he already... ? No. He couldn't think about that.

You both wanted to go on a saving mission as soon as possible. However, Fury made it clear that he was not going to send agents until he had more information. "You have to understand that I can't take the risk of losing agents", Fury told them. "We don't know if Hydra is really back or how many they are. I know I won't be able to stop you, so all I'm asking if you decide to go and try to save them, is to not involve anyone else."

"But," you started, anger and frustration in your voice. You understood too late that you were going too far, "if we had more people..."

"Agent Y/L/N !" Fury interrupted you. "This could be a trap and people could get killed! You're lucky I'm letting you go there at all with Captain Rogers. This discussion is closed. And if you try to argue again, no one is leaving this building. Did I make myself clear ?"

You nod, too scared to speak. You have never seen Fury getting this angry before. Usually, you're one of the best agents he's got. He never had to complain about you. Understanding that you will follow his orders if you want to get Bucky back, Fury left the room without another word. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"What do we do now ?" you heard Steve asking. You wiped away the tears that were prickling her eyes. It was not the time to let emotions get the better of you. Without answering him, you headed to the armoury and took everything you needed : your sniper rifle, a Glock 26s, some of the gadgets Natasha taught you to fight with, and one of Bucky's gift, the Gerber Mark II Knife.

Steve had followed you. He was taking his suit and shield. When he turned back to you, he saw that you were sitting on one of the benches, holding the knife like it was a talisman. He put a hand on your shoulder, silently letting you know that nothing and no one would stop you both from saving Bucky and Sam.

"Y/N ?", he tried after a few minutes, hoping that this time you would answer.

"Parker. We need to contact him," was all you said.

He was sweating now. His body was hot, yet he was so cold.

He was scared.

The first person that came to his mind was his mom. He wished she was there now.

But he was alone. Will someone help him ? Save him ?

He heard a scream. Then another one. There were probably other victims.

Someone was approaching him. Not again. He didn't want to be beaten again, or he wouldn't survive long.

"I found him!" It was the voice of a woman. Was she there as an angel or as a torturer? "It's gonna be okay, Navy. I'm here now."

Navy? Last time, the men called him Bucky. Who did they think he was?

He tried to open his eyes.

It was too much energy for him.

And darkness surrounded him.

It didn't take Peter long to find out where the video had been sent from. He used what he could of the Stark technology, and noticed activity in a supposedly abandoned building two hours' drive from New York.

Steve and you used Steve's bike and got there faster than expected. The building was surrounded by a forest. You both settled in a tree. Steve took his binoculars and the holographic map Peter sent him.

"I see four men on the roof, four near the entrance," he informed you.

"It corresponds to what Peter sent us. It's strange that there are so few of them... Okay, three options : first, they're not careful enough ; second, it's a trap, and third, they're really outnumbered. I can still try to take them down with my sniper." The bullets weren't lethal, they would just knock them out for a few hours. You didn't have many munitions, but enough. And you never missed your target.

"We can't shoot at them," Steve stopped you as you were loading. "They could notice our presence and kill him."

"They won't. Remember what they said : "*We're getting our weapon back*." They need him alive."

"But they must know we're coming. I'm really starting to believe they want to catch us too."

"I don't care. I'm getting my Navy back. And they better not have touched Sam."

Steve knew there was no point in arguing, and thinking about Sam was also enough to agree with you.

You took them down one after the other. If a man saw another one fall, he didn't have time to warn the others. You carefully entered the building with Steve. There were more of Hydra's agents inside, but not enough to defeat Captain America and you.

Steve sent a message to Fury to keep him informed of the progress of the mission. Then, you started searching each room, hoping to find Bucky in one of them.

"There are computers here, I'm gonna try to get information for Fury," Steve told you after he entered a room.

You continued to open doors after doors, and soon one of them led you to cells. A man was lying in one of them. Bucky.

"I found him! It's gonna be okay, Navy. I'm here now." You were so relieved that he was here. You gently took his bloody face in your hands and... "Steve ?"

"Is everything fine?"

"This is not Bucky."

"What ?"

"I said, this is not Bucky."

"If he isn't Bucky, then who is he ?"

"I think it's Sebastian Stan."

TO BE CONTINUED

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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[solmints-messyocdiary]

Tw: Animal death, suicide mention, blood, gore, torture mention, violent ideas

[Mismatched excerpts ripped off from Finley's Journal. The dates have been scribbled away with a black pen.]

It feels weird writing on a journal. Like something a teenager might do instead of a grown ass man who works from 9 to 5.

But I needed to destress and let it out on some pages after talking with my mother on the phone. I hate hearing her shrill voice on the other side of the receiver. The only thing she can do is complain and complain and complain about the same thing over and over again. I don't want to see that man either... I hate him more than her.

I can't handle her and to think I have to go and visit them on Thanksgiving and Christmas I feel like I am going to lose my damn head.

At least I can let things out and still practice my writing if needed, so that's a plus. I haven't had much time to update my book, and that's making me a bit sad. Hopefully, I'll be able to write a bit.

Might treat myself and go the diner to get some choco pancakes and a milkshake. Those will surely cheer me up.

Really want pancakes and milkshakes...

-

The longer I stay on this damn job, the more I feel like I am going to lose myself. I've been spacing out every 5 minutes whenever someone talks to me. It's hard. (Hehe)

I had to stay 2 more hours overtime, no pay for my hard work the 3rd time this week. I had to wake up earlier, too. I arrived around 8 instead of 9 because the computers were acting up at my workplace and needed me, the IT guy, to fix them.

Not to mention, the printer too... If I have to fistfight the printer again, or hear any of my coworkers complain, particularly Brandon, I am going to strangle them. I am really going to snap!!!

I wish their heads would just explode into a bloody mess. Just Carrie them off with my mind powers whenever I feel annoyed of them. They surely deserve that, particularly Brandon and my boss. Fuck those two. The world would be better if they didn't exists. We don't need red flags walking around the office... only me! Haha!

-

I promised myself to do it again, but alas, old habits die hard as the saying goes.

Went to the beach for a dip and found a baby bird on the sand. Ants surrounding its small body and biting pieces away to bring it to their lair. Lucky for me, I always have my camera with me. Never the one to miss a chance.

I guess I should be sad but that's how nature is.

Cruel.

I wonder how others would react if they saw my ant-bitten corpse...

-

Finished rewatching Scream 2 and...

Damn... Why is Mickey kinda...?

Like... you know? If I was a girl I'd be into him and have his poster hanging over my bedroom wall haha.

Still angry at Scream 2 for killing Randy, tho. He was my favorite.

Rented Carrie, Slaughter High, Graduation, Prom Night, for tonight. Felt a bit nostalgic for some reason. Getting shoved in a locker every tuesday really does something to a guy. Going to have a nice movie night with myself while I think of my high school times.

Totally good for my mental stability, yup!

-

I wonder how my old high school friends have been doing...

Do they remember me with disdain? Are they happy with their life? More successful? Managed to marry a nice gal or guy and have many kids together? A stable job and nice suburban house?

...

Fuck them.

-

Death still scares me.

I thought that if I forced myself to witness the worst of the worst. Every torture imaginable, researching hours and hours and hours of how a body decays, how long does it take for it to rot, shrink, turn into dust.

Live footages of people getting decapitated, stabbed, run over, split in half, drowned, squashed to death, gutted, burned alive, choked, flayed.

I'd grow out of it.

It's not that hard to look for stuff like that as long as you know where to find it and you're patient.

Will I ever be able to look at their loved ones in their eyes. Admit that I saw the last moments of their brother, mother, a cousin? The light leaving their eyes?

I thought I've become numb enough to just stare attentively, not blinking for a second.

People I know will die one day. Complete strangers, lives of theirs I will never know, are dying as I write this.

And yet, I remain wide awake. Imagining how it'll feel for my body to reach nothingness. The maggots feasting on my insides, eating away little by little. Gourging themselves on the bile and flesh and pus from my organs till they become fat, squirmy little bugs. Eating, mating, dying, rinse and repeat over and over and over again.

My skin itches thinking of it. Like they have already managed to crawl deep inside.

Even a death as boring and not spectacular like an illness terrifies me.

-

How long do I have left? Have I wasted my life? Is it too late for me?

When will I die...

-

I miss my friends from high school... some of them I've forgotten their names...

I sometimes think about Chelsea. No, I am always thinking about her...

If I contact her... will she ever forgive me?

It's too late to cry over spilt milk.

-

Seems I've been thinking about death a lot lately.

I went to go see a movie to try and fend of the feelings of dread and paranoia that have been seeping in me.

Stale popcorn, overpriced and oversized. Check.

Watered down soda. Check.

Badly directed horror film? Check.

Annoying and talkative patrons? Double check.

The blood effects weren't as cool compared to others, but at least the lead was hot even if she couldn't act to save her life.

-

Why am I even trying?

-

I made a blog.

I post all the pictures I've taken from dead animals and roadkill.

-

I feel numb.

-

I haven't been feeling real as of late. I even dared touch one of the spilt out guts of a cat behind an alleyway. I wanted to feel something. See if I was still here. I pushed my fingers in, feeling the slimy and sticky organs. It burned and I janked my hand away.

It felt surreal.

I can't feel my hands or face at times. Like they weren't even there to begin with.

-

I think I might go to a therapist.

-

I want to die...

[crackheadintheclouds]

•SOMEONE ADDED YOU TO MURDER PLAN•

#UNKNOWN1:

We should lure her in the alley. 

And then boom

Stab her. 

#UNKNOWN2: 

No what if someone spots us in a camera or something?

And if she screams everything is over 

#UNKNOWN3:

Yeah

It's probably not a good idea

#UNKNOWN4:

Okay then how about we kill her in her sleep?

 

#UNKNOWN3:

Idk if that will work

#UNKNOWN2:

But for that we need to get her address you dumbass

And getting into her room at night is probably not going to be easy

#UNKNOWN4:

Ohh i totally forgot about that

Okay how about we push her from the terrance..... 

#UNKNOWN2: 

Arlan! Ffs that's not going to work either!

Someone will spot us going upstairs! 

Plus the door is always locked! We will need permission to take keys from the office 

And everyone will already suspect us by then you Dumbass! 

#UNKNOWN3:

And remember if she survives the fall we all will be dead 

 [UNKNOWN4 saved to contact as ARLAN]

#​​​​UNKNOWN2:

GG Zaid 

[UNKNOWN3 saved as ​​​​to contact as ZAID]

ZAID:

:D

#UNKNOWN1:

Hah! You suck at this!

No wonder you failed the science test Arr! 

#UNKNOWN5: 

Wait hold the fk up

Arrr you said you aced the test and promised to tutor me! 

ARLAN: 

Skype you scumbag! You promised to keep it a secret mann! 

[UNKNOWN1 saved to contact as SKYPE]

SKYPE:

I'm sorry but i couldn't control it ... 🤭

ARLAN:

STFU I'm pissed

Sry Angus but i really needed that money 

[UNKNOWN5 saved as to contact as ANGUS]

ANGUS:

Dude I was literally going to fail again! 

Agahhahajaj

Thanks to Sky ! 

SKYPE:

Your welcome <33

#UNKNOWN2:

And you guys say you love murder movies

none of you MFs can suggest a good idea in the past two hours! 

YOU:

Not to mention but even your suggestions sucked

#UNKNOWN2:

Finally someone who speaks English! 

Right on time Drex , I have to admit I was on my last brain cell dealing with these guys🤦‍♂️

YOU:

me?|

m|

No problemo my man

I'm here for your salvation

#UNKNOWN2:

Tf? 

What the hell is wrong with you 

YOU:

everything I guess?|

everything I|

Wdym

Nothing is wrong with me buddy 🤨

SKYPE:

Drex used a fucking emoji! Drex used a fucking emoji! 

ANGUS:

:00000

*Le gasp*

SKYPE:

Time for fucking evolution! 🎉🎊

ARLAN:

Dammnnn Drex is changing, I can finally rest in peace :') 

ANGUS:

I'm proud of you man 🤠

YOU:

Thanks ma 👬 buddies

#UNKNOWN2:

STFU you three 

Drex Wtf is wrong with you? 

Are you feeling alright

YOU:

Nothings wrong with me 🙄

 you better check your eyesight👀

ANGUS: 

You shut the fk up Jin 😃

We're having a moment. 

[UNKNOWN2 saved to contact as JIN​​​​​​]

[Jin is typing......]

ZAID:

Um guys.... 

ARLAN:

Don't disturb Zaid. 

Let us speak

SKYPE:

I can't believe we finally did it. 

We changed that cold asshole

ANGUS:

Man I'm tearing up

ARLAN:

All our efforts

SKYPE:

did not go in sane

ANGUS:

It's vain not insane Skype

SKYPE:

Stfu I know what I'm talking about

ARLAN:

Jin's been typing tooo long 

I suggest you brace yourself Drex

ANGUS: 

might as well be ready to die 💀 coz he seems pissed

YOU:

.............. 

JIN:

Nothing's wrong with you? Bitch, you know, everything's wrong with you. I already have my eyesight checked before I said that, you dumbass. You're fucking lucky I never complained when I saw that shity demonic face of yours. Makes me wanna jump off a building and die. You should try get a fucking life, it's free. Why don't you come up with something creative to say you sack of pearly packaged horse shit- Or are you too scared? I wouldn't be surprised that such a shithead like yourself is really just a pussy cat. 

YOU:

O_O

ARLAN:

I-I-

ANGUS:

😶😶

ZAID:

Guys we have a problem... 

SKYPE :

Not now Zaid,  we fucking witnessed a murder... 

ANGUS:

Let's have a two minutes silence for Drex's funeral⚰️

ARLAN:

RIP 

He lived a good life 

[You are sending a file......... ]

YOU:

[file]

Here have a snicker Jin

You're not yourself when you're hungry

And also no need for a freaking funeral I'm still alive and kicking Jin

JIN:

Wha-what the holy fuck? 

ARLAN:

*spits water*

SKYPE:

*spits coffee*

ANGUS:

*spilts coca cola*

ZAID:

Lmao-

That was a good one

ANGUS:

bruh  but SERIOUSLY what happened to him? Is he drunk or something? 

ARLAN:

PROBABLY HIGH

SKYPE:

WHATEVER THAT WAS IT WAS FUCKING COOOL! I CCAN LITERALYL SNESE THE GREAT SASSY LORD JIN STUTTERING FROM THE SCREEN!

YOU:

TYTY 🤠🤩

JIN: 

Stfu I'm just baffled by your stupidity Drex 

These 3 brats really spoiled you to the brim

YOU:

Oh please I'm glad they did 😌💅

JIN:

*signs*

And what were you saying again Zaid? 

ZAID:

Oh yeah I was saying.... 

We made a mistake guys, that person isn't Drex, it's someone else because he's been cursing in my pm like there's no tomorrow. 

[Angus is typing...... ]

[Jin is typing......... ]

[Arlan is typing..... ]

TO READ FURTHER :

[dreadark]

going in circles (more pointless complaining zzz

it's on me for getting mad at people who are just trying to give helpful advice but every time I'm reminded of how far apart someone like me is from most people I just

there was... some anecdote from someone I read ages ago i don't even remember where where they mentioned after they moved they were too depressed to unpack for a couple months but they finally managed to get over their own shame and admit this to their friends, who all came over to their apartment and helped them unpack and see, this problem was resolved in just one night! so don't be afraid to ask your friends for help!!

...sorry... what?

you have multiple good friends who live near you and you're depressed? about fucking what??? what more could you possibly want??????

...this is a shitty way of thinking. I know. people have their own problems and people are affected in different ways etc etc also im doing the classic tumblr thing of getting mad at posts that are obviously not directed at me. well this is my own blog, so it doesn't count, thanks

it's just like if I let myself be that depressed I would die

ah but that's never happened. I'm still here complaining on tumblr so I'm ~neurotypical~ that I have the energy to complain about this means I'm just pretending to be depressed. for clout. of course. ...........maybe this is why I can't connect with people lolllllllllll

if you think about it, the people who can exist while severly depressed are the lucky ones, since continued existence at that point requires some sort of network that can support them meaning these are the ones that would get referenced for psychological definitions or general understanding

but there's bound to be people who aren't as lucky

and those are dead

...well. I'm alive. so what am I complaining about...?

...basically nothing. I'm too lucky to have a valid point to make. but I just say shit anyway

(again, genius, why do you think you're unable to connect with people...)

[asknarashikari]

Aruto: I heard that you've been showing people their AU lives through a mirror.

Me: Yeah. I got mixed results but most of them were positive.

Jin: I want here them before doing ours.

Me: Alright. *ahem* Mama Emu's AU life was... more or less the same at most parts but oh boi... 6 kids. The last two by accident. And Hiiro's dad could stop complaining about the grandkids he will never have.

Aruto: Oh... How Shinnosuke's and his brother-in-law.

Me: Much less the same but Shinn-san in the AU is lucky to have 2 boys and 2 girls. Gou married the human version of Chaee and they got 5. They're lives are practically mostly normal now with most of the Roidmudes gone.

Yua: And the Tantei's?

Me: The Tantei's have twins, twice. As for Terui and Akiko... 3 kids and a 4th one coming it's way. But this is after the whole shenanigan with Street.

Horobj: Whatt of the swordsmen?

Me: When I showed the the SaberCast their AU lives... Most of them fainted except Yuri and Sophia. Those two only had 1 or 2. Daishinji too. He was relieved to only have 3. But the one who was also happy to have as many kids was Ryoga. He had 6 with a female baker. As for his sister, she went with Magine.

Aruto: Go on.

Fuwa: *eating popcorn* This is getting interesting but do go on.

Me: Okay. Gen-chan and Kengo have 7 just like the original Club members. And can you believe that 4 of their kids shout his catch phrases and do the handshake.

Jin: We already heard from Ikki and his group. Builds?

Me: Same number of kids. Potato-san and Idol had like 4. Beardo and reporter lady had like 3. Also the same antics and similar shenanigans.

Zero-One Cast: 😐 Nothing surprising there.

Fuwa: Now us.

Me: Thank Fucking Goodness. All of you guys made it alive. Phew. Okay. As for you two, the plan was to stop at 3 then a 4th one by accident. Drunk Smex. As for the rest of you... Relatively the same until Yua finally married one of her Coworks. Also, Jin finally found a lover. A human lover from the West.

Amatsu: What about me?

Me: You... *blinking* Irredeemable. *scoffs* Not even once you tried to be nice or have deeper thoughts. You're still the same. But you did climb a little higher on Zaia but not to the same position as CEO. So just be glad for that.

Amatsu: Fine I'll this as a positive.

Holy Fruit Jesus you really let them get loose did you

[storiesbythelake]

WHO SNITCHED ? - MICRO STORY

I knew I should've skipped the strip club and went home. Tell J.Q. I'll Holla at home later, roll up a backwood with some gas, hopefully the weed it'll be strong. forget what happened to Angella & wake up next morning, fresh. (I COULD'VE AVOIDED ALL THIS). Instead I'm in interrogation room B, waiting on Detective Ramone. I hope I'm not in here over Angella? These motherfuckas don't care about street hoes dying. But I was with her when she died. I just wanted an old fashion polish job from her. She really knows how to suck some dick. Niggas man, niggas had to shoot her. Probably trying to kill me. Now my hands are covered in blood. Metaphorically, cause I'm the reason she's been killed.  She could've still be alive, topping off some other motherfucka. Damn, it can't be that..I hope it's not that fortunately, the car isn't in my name but it was in my grandma's name. Shit! Fuck! I need to call waters to..wait..we just had a crazy ass fight. That nigga probably snitched on me. Mad at me cause Brownie dumb-ass keep fuckin’ up the pack. Trynna say that's my employee. I don't remember hiring his bitch-ass. Nigga always complaining about he needs protection on the block but won't carry not one gun. Waters puts his man's with him but these pussies gets robbed by Raysean. Fuck Raysean, I should've killed that nigga when I had the chance. But he had kids with him. I want his death to be fair & square by my hands. No disadvantages for either of us. Let that shit go down like those white boys in those cowboy movies. Ask a motherfucka is he feelin’ lucky..haha. All jokes aside, I gotta get out of this room. Plus, if they got me. I know Waters in the other room. That's the only motherfucka seen me with Angella, last. Well, I guess it's time for some questions. Detective Ramone just walked in. Navy blue suit with an open white collared button up. Badge glowin’ from his hip. No ties for him I see. I took my eyes off him just to appoint them at the seat across from which he's reaching for now.

     “I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long.” Detective Ramones said as he pulling up to the table. “It's been a long night.”

    “Take your time, I'm in no rush.” I replied. I noticed the paperwork from the Detective was still in the folder that was brought in with him. Knowing this situation, Ramone was probably playing the bait game and he set the folder to his left. And began his speech. 

    “As I said before, I'm Detective Spike Ramone. And you're brought in here just for a routine questioning from an anonymous tip we've received regarding a possible carjacking & murder.”

    “Which one is the possible?”

    “The carjacking mostly..the murder we're pretty set on the fact an 43 year old woman was shot in the head multiple times in the same vehicle. And we also noticed that the same car was registered to a Mable Welsh, who's your grandmother, correct?”

     Fuck! I knew her car was gonna be brought up, but I can't think long on that. I gotta respond. Can't fail at this baiting game.

     “My grandma's car was stolen!?” I said acting with rage and some excitement as well. I'm putting on my best Denzel Washington here.

     “As I said, possibly yes.” Detective Ramone replied.

     “You think ang..a 40 plus year old stole it?”

     “Possibly, yes I just wanted to know what you heard from your grandmother about this?”

     Now, no need to panic. All I have to do is sag a possible believable reason why I may or may not have heard anything. Grandma is tired of my shit but she wouldn't snitch on me. She hides most of my drugs & guns for me. Well mostly I believe she wouldn't. Alright, lemme say something.

     “No I haven't heard anything, my phone been dead the last two hours.” (MY PHONE BEING DEAD WAS TRUE). I'm hoping my grandma didn't speak the opposite. I gotta keep calm. Casual eye contact, no repetition in my speech. Unless the same question being asked twice. Detective Ramone looked at me with curiosity but certainly I was telling the truth. I think. After 10 seconds, he finally said “Hmm..okay. So where were you between the times of  9:45pm to 10:15pm?”

     I was gettin’ head from Angella right after me and Waters had our fight. So I responded by saying.

     “I can't say where I was exactly at those times. Last before I checked the time it was 10 minutes before nine.” I said speaking with all confidence of this fake knowledge. To be honest, if imma go down tonight. Imma die with the lie.

     “Well..” Detective Ramone speaking broke my confidence a bit. “Your grandmother, your grandma said that you were suppose to be in possession of the vehicle. We followed up to see their was a stolen car report from either of you two and couldn't find a thing, so you sure you don't have any info about your grandma's car?”

     Oh yeah, he's reaching. My grandma – shit grandma, I hope you didn't say that. I should’ve been with your car. I didn't expect this..gotta think fast.

     “No.”

     “No. What?”

     “No, I don't have any info about that.”

     “So explain how your grandmother’s car ended up exactly where that 40 plus woman turn tricks at, ends up dead?”

      Shit, he got me there. But I still got some shit up my sleeve. I'll reply with simply this.

     “You're guess is good as mines.” very good timing. “Maybe it was stolen before anyone notice it. Even if my grandma noticed, her old ass must've been thinkin’ I probably took it (WHICH IS RIGHT). Unfortunately, the woman who took it, died in the process.”

     “Yes, maybe but I never said she stole it.”

     This nigga gotta know somethin’ I don't. I tried spinning this off me for the last ten minutes. I don't care about tricking. We're all tricking either if you paying directly or indirectly. We're all tricking. Men & women. But this Detective nigga probably thinks or knows I was there. Maybe he doesn't or maybe he does.

      “Mowry, right? That's your name?” Detective Ramone speaking through my thoughts. I didn't kill Angella nor I know who shot at us. Round 2 of her mouthy water works and bam. At least 12 rounds were fired. Her head didn't even make it to my lap. Neither of those bullets, thank God. I'm too deep into this though let me tell this Detective Ramone nigga something.  Right, he asked me my name. 

      “Yeah, that's me. Is there a reason you ask?” 

      “Uh yeah, your friend Darneil asked if you were arrested & wanted to find out if he had to bail you out. I told him just as I'm telling you, you're not under arrest. Your name is just on a list of witnesses and leads to cross out.”

      Fuck that motherfucka, Darneil. He has to be the one that shot at me & Angella. Pussy ass nigga man..or he spotted me being walked into the police station. If he did shoot at me, he knows what grandma's car look like, but that also goes for Raysean too. He's a suspect to me. Wow, I gotta get the fuck outta here. I'm talking like the cops. Can't rush this or make a fast exit, imma have to play this through.

      “Well, I'm glad to help in any way I can, detective.” I said knowing tonight won't end easily. 

      “Appreciate you taking the time to clear some things up for us.” Said Detective Ramone. “I wanted to ask you one last thing..do you know someone by the name Justin Ross?”

      “Justin Ross?”

      “Yes, also known as Waters?”

Well ain't this some shit. I knew this nigga Waters for 7 years and just now finding out his real name!?

      “No never heard of him.”

      “Your grandmother seems as if you two are best friends.”

       What the fuck grandma!? Damn! I'm really praying you didn't low key snitched on me. "She said ya’ll two are usually always  together.  But you're telling me that you don't know this individual.? Then why you're grandmother of all people who said that ya’ll two are friends?”

        To be honest, I deserve an Oscar if I pull this shit off. The next great hood story based on true events. But to respond to his question I just simply shrugged and said “My grandma is gettin’ up there, detective. She barely remembers my name,  not to mention my friends but I have a lot of friends.”

       “Hmm..” Detective Ramone just looked more stuck than confused while delivering that gesture. I know he did his homework, I can tell he was staring away at me taking mental notes. “Well with the information that's provided,  I'm thinking otherwise.”

       Detective Ramone said this with an “I'm not convinced” kinda look. I know he's thinking I'm lyin’ or I just lied about Waters. Even if he knows I'm lyin’ about Angella, grandma's car or my whereabouts, for me the main thing would be how does he know? Who snitched? What evidence does he has on me? I can end this shit right now, but I know that'll bring me back in here. Either arrested or about to be arrested. Think Mowry, what this niggas possibly knows. Possibly the detective believes my grandma and made up his mind on the fact of me & Waters are friends. And also I could've been with Angella or the one that killed Angella. Thinking she stole my grandma's car. But why would a trick go from suckin’ dick to GTA. I know for both of us, it doesn't make sense. Especially since she turn tricks on the other side of town. Man, fuck this battle of the witts shit. I gotta get outta here, so I can only play this card.

      “I'm sorry, detective that I'm not much of help. Is there anything else you want to ask? I need to go check on my grandmother.” Hopefully what I just said won't bring up anything else. Five seconds after Detective Ramone lean from the back of his chair forward, sat up straight while holding eye contact with me. Why? I truly don't know. Stood up, pushing his chair farther behind him. He simply replied all with body language. The interrogation is over. I jumped out of my seat. Detective Ramone proceeds with motioning me to the door with his hand.

        “Here's my card, Mowry. In case if anything new pops up in your memory. Something that’ll benefit both of us with this case. Stay in town, I might need your help again.”

         “I gotchu,  detective.” I replied. 

The lights from the halls were brightening, that interrogation room was dark as fuck. A fuckin’ blackout in the middle of night in the summer. Through the threshold,  taking a few steps towards the exit and I seen something that I thought I would never see. The bitch ass niggas that would snitch on me. I should've been got rid of these bastards.  These niggas might have to die right here, in this police station. Right here in this fuckin’ hallway. Wait, fuck that. Which one snitched on me? Why both of these niggas here? One of these niggas is a rat. I should have known. I wonder outta these two who's the snitch? Raysean or Darneil?

[niragixpsych]

That's when you change to the better, picking yourself up instead of keeping to whine. You've developed a good mindset. Could be words from me once again. Maybe you're my soulmate, ever thought about that? Just kidding, I don't really believe in soulmates. That's definitely too cheesy to be true.

When I set the fire then it's definitely interesting to me. Or when I push someone else's head under water. Then water is interesting as well. That's all I gotta say about fire and water.

Yeah, hate is the most powerful feeling ever. A huge fuel. And you certainly had still a task to solve on this world that needed to be fulfilled. However, guess Satan needs guys like us as weapons so we're still existing even though we actually shouldn't be.

True. But that's just their survival instinct. I'd never expect anyone to try to help me before they helped themselves. Everyone can turn into a backstabber. As for me, I certainly risk things to protect someone weaker, I'd rather watch myself catching a bullet than a child, for example.

That other world sounds interesting actually. As if it's like some purge-night. I'd love to go around and shoot some pedos in the head. Those fuckers never get the punishment they deserve. This pisses me off.

Loyality is one of the most important things to me. I barely forgive disloyality. What are other expectations you have when it comes to a friend?

Could sign that once again. It gets troublesome if people try to tickle something out of me they mostly fail. But yeah, I'm open for new experiences, more than I've been in the past. Too much stubborness didn't do me good.

I decided that I'm done backing down. I would consider myself lucky in a way that I'm walking on a wire so to speak. I'm up high enough to not be bothered by others attacking me. Sure they can dream of hurting me, but I'll end up hurting them instead. Also I was about to say you didn't strike me as someone that believed in soulmates. If such a thing existed you would think you would hear and see of it more. But I guess it's simply wishful thinking from humans.

Of course those things are only interesting to me if I'm in control of the situation. I know how it feels to get burnt and I definitely prefer to set things on fire. Also water can be used to get people to talk.

Sometimes I'm convinced fate sent back to make others suffer and I'm not complaining about it. I will be here for as long as I can and then drag everyone down to hell with me I deem worthy of it. Sure I'm haunted by my own demons, but I learnt to live with them a long time ago. Maybe that's just to remind me of where I started or as what I started, who knows.

It sure is true that everyone can turn into a backstabber so it's best to never fully trust anyone. I wouldn't say I'm fond of weak people, but I guess it depends on in what way they are weak. Strangely enough I can see myself helping a child out, because I remember how it is to be one and not get help. And maybe also in rare cases those that can't help that they are weak. I don't think I would help someone that didn't try first and just calls themselves being weak as an excuse for not trying in the first place.

This place has no law, no one that will hold you back from doing whatever the fuck you want. Sure there are some rules to obey, but they only have to do with the games you have to play there. Play to stay alive or die trying. Some just give up though because they can't take it being there. Maybe one day I will show you because I can go back there at will. I know you will find a lot of people worth shooting.

A friend, huh? Trying to befriend me... something people rarely dare to try. I want that person to be honest with me and be their true self. And not try to change me. I'm not for everyone and I prefer to be that way. So if someone tries to therapy me they have to go. I know I'm not normal and I don't want to be normal. I know I'm repeating myself but whatever.

I'm trying to be open to things and to people I see as interesting. If I sense someone just wants to use me I will either drop them or use them instead. I also learned that sometimes if you try to nice, well as nice as you can be, people won't see it as that what it is. It makes you less willing to try.

[bollur]

Relationship headcanons for Vox Machina pretty please?

a/n: this is so long but i don't wanna apologize for it actually because it's so sweet and i loved doing this.

Vax;

you're literally two left shoes

people are surprised to find out that Vex is his sibling and not you

the shit-talking among you two is so thick that outsiders think you hate each other

sometimes the party are still unsure if you guys are being serious, then you both burst into laughter

sometimes you end up waking up piled on top of each other like a couple of kittens

always dragging each other into one anothers shit

you do everything together

recon mission? you don't even ask – you just get your shit ready

got caught and need an alibi? your 'husband' is coming to save your ass

giving the party double the heart attacks because of the life threatening shit you do? he wouldn't have you any other way

it's funny watching you train together because it's always just you trying to avoid him while screaming bloody murder because he's 100% capable of kicking your ass and doesn't hold back

you swear its payback for the fact your burns are better than his

and you may or may not have participated in a couple rounds of ball tag that you weren't invited too

you found out it counts as five points if you knee someone in the balls and you haven't let go of that since

you never fail to tell each other how lucky you are to have one another

you couldn't imagine life without the other

Vex;

she's the right shoe to your left

honestly the anchor to your whole ass wreck of a ship

does not hesitate to scold you furiously when you do something to put yourself in danger, even if it was her brothers idea

you know better than to do it – or at least you should

has held you in tears before because she wasn't sure if she was happy you survived or so moved by the fact you would risk her life for her brother

she told you one time she was going to make you scream louder than Vax ever could

you had been extremely confused

you were torn between flushing, crying, screaming and vomiting out of nervousness from that one statement alone and the million things you tried to decipher it meaning from the unreadable expression on her face

that's when she joined in on you and him training, you realized quickly what she meant, and you were sure all of Exandria could hear you that day

if Vax was 100% capable of kicking your ass, then Vex was 200%

she was determined to make you more capable of handling yourself

sure you could literally fireball someone ass off the face of this earth leaving only a scorch mark in remembrance of their existence

but that did you no good in close combat and if you died she'd personally killed whoever did it, bring you back and then kill you again for leaving her

you were the sister she never knew she wanted but was beyond thrilled to have

even if your studies were expensive as fuck

she's cried over paying for them before but you've kept them alive in sticky situations so many times she knew it was deserved

Percy;

it took a lot of work to get your relationship with him to where it is now

for him to admit he doesn't feel at least a smidge of jealousy at how pure your relationship with everyone else is would be a lie – he wants that

not that he'll ever tell you

when you smile at him like he's the only person in the world, he would die for you

you like to come and watch him tinker with things and it's the most comfortable silence he's ever found himself in

sometimes he finds himself showing you how to do a few things

he loves watching you practice new spells even if you don't always notice he's there

looks forward to the nightly wine sessions that somehow became a thing from weekly but you'll never hear him complaining

loves that he can have conversations with you over refined subjects sometimes

if you have no idea what he's talking about on something, you listen to it with actual interest

he may or may not constantly think about the fact you told him one night that you love how cute it is when he gets passionate talking about his interests

also absolutely does not think about the night you were completely trashed over trying to keep up drinking with grog and told him he was the prettiest snowflake you'd ever seen and had the audacity to 'boop his snoot'

nope never

you give this man like 7 silent heart attacks a week with the shit you get into

he's threatened to wrap you in bubble wrap before

it's just his reserved way of telling you that he wants to keep you safe and he absolutely adores the smile that crosses your face every time he makes a salty remark about your recklessness

Pike;

there's not a single soul in this world you wouldn't absolutely demolish for her

honestly the same goes for you

you're family to this little gnome and she values that more than anything

just like scanlan you give her head pats whenever you can

there's so much reading of tusk love together that sometimes the party gets concerned when one of them hears the words coming from your mouth with in her room

one time you both lied and told them you were aiming to become a famous smut story writer and Pike was your critique

but then cackled and assured them it was just the two of you enjoying some tusk love

honestly no one was sure which one was better

always teases you when she has to heal you up after the multiple sparring sessions you go through on a weekly basis

sometimes you and her like to lie your way into fancy parties just for an excuse to dress up like ladies and get free 'fancy shots'

you just need an excuse to dress up like a princess and she loves seeing you happy for something so silly

which when she found out how easy it was because you actually had quiet the reputable family name to use in your advantage for these occasions

she was 100% into all the way

the two of you were always down to fuck shit up

Grog;

to be honest the first few couple time the party had been in the thick of it this man thought you were absolutely useless

but then he thought maybe you were a lot like Keyleth – not fond of violence and insecure about yourself

but then this dude, during one particularly bad encounter, watched you stand up, eyes glowing, raise your hands to the sky and fucking balls of fire came raining down upon your enemies

he wasn't sure if he had been aroused or terrified but it was probably both

it was definitely both and after that he respected you a lot

you'd never be his Pike because you were taller and obviously not Pike, but he adored you

this man bugged you for 4 days straight to practice burning hands on him after he heard you telling Percival all about it

you spent 5 hours explaining to him how and why that was a horrible idea and you might actually vomit if you ended up hurting him and he got severely offended and didn't talk to you for awhile

somehow you ended up with him several feet in front of you and pike slightly behind you and obviously everyone else behind you because who was gonna miss this

what you really thought would end up with him never asking for you to do it again ended up with him wanting to spar with you all the time which, was worse than doing it with Vex or Vax, you quickly found out

you have been teaching him how to paint to the surprise of the group

he was actually really interested in it and ended up painting a beautiful picture of him hacking someone in half in one swipe

you didn't hesitate to frame it and have it put up on the wall

in return he teaches you how to handle you ale, something you're still failing at miserably

Scanlan;

your relationship with this gnome was a special one

on the outside it looked like it was all harmless flirts, jokes, and shit-talking

but you two confided in one another for a lot and it was more than just what you thought of his latest musical work

it was actually very therapeutic to find yourself in his room at 3am both of you throwing your hands around, talking about nothing and everything

there had been several times you had to be told to shut up because you got a little too loud while everyone was sleeping

you couldn't ask for a better and more understanding person than this small king

even if he tried to convince you into a three-some every friday night

you'd always ruin it by telling him you didn't feel like dealing with chlamydiae, making his paid date either horribly offended or disgusted and leaving

you'd think eventually he'd stop

nah – he's convinced you'll come to your senses eventually

you pat him on the head every time you walk by him or get a chance

there's an unspoken bond between two people who reach for things without even having to be asked and that is your bond

you've totally sang with him before

of course you were incredibly drunk and ended up puking on a bunch of people and getting yourselves thrown out of the pub

he rated it a 10/10 and would be damned if it didn't happen again because watching you have that much fun was what he lived for

Keyleth;

there was nothing in this world you wouldn't do to protect Keyleth

she was your soft friend

you loved disappearing with her for hours on end to just enjoy the world around you

she would tell you all kinds of things about plants and animals and you there was nothing more you wanted to do than sit and listen to her

she taught you how to make flower crowns

after that the two of you always had one on tbh

you better believe she always brought it back to life if it started to wither because she was going to cherish it until the day she dies

sometimes she came to listen to you and Pike read tusk love

you all kept that a secret for the sake of her shy heart

this chick loved having conversations with your fluffy familiar and tbh it spent more time around her than it did you

not that youd ever admit being sad about that because it would make her sad

a sad Kiki mad you a mad magic user

she was the reason it started getting easier to become a morning person except on the mornings you drank hard

sometimes youd wake up to find out you had passed out in her room if no one had escorted you to yours

she didn't mind – you'd just crawl up onto her bed and you'd sleep like puppies until it was all better

[mara-xx217]

Screaming crying throwing up I love your writing homie😭😫 pls for the love of all write a Michael myers (dbd) verse x reader nsfw I’m so thirsty, so parched

Idk if you know this but.... I write Michael FUCKED UP, sooo... yeah. This shit ain't for the faint of heart lol You've been warned!

Warnings: Ya'll know how I write Michael- Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Read at You're Own Risk, Death, Depraved Shit Under the Cut, Gore and Nastiness

You're always left for last. Every time, no exceptions. It doesn't matter how you run or hide, the Shape always saves you for the grande finale. You can run, you can try to be heroic and protect the others, you can hide, you can even give up the moment you enter Haddonfield, none of it matters. In the end, he always makes you wait- anticipate- your terrible and rapidly approaching demise.

Let's see...

Broken neck, bashed in skull, stabbed, strangled, heart attack- so many inappropriate objects used to hurt you, kill you...

...do terrible things to you...

The moment the knife is removed from your abdomen, you're going to bleed to death. Maybe it would be better that way. You don't know if you could bear the pain to do so. Those large, rough and warm hands force you to face him. You can't breathe... he likes it. His breathing is heavy, rough, just like his weight on your legs. He's staring. At you, your eyes... You close them and the blade in your gut is twisted. It was too much for you. Blood loss and pain did you in.

Next time, you wouldn't be so lucky.

Michael was disappointed that you died before he got to fully play with you. Oh well... A dead body has never stopped him from making his own fun.

The knife splits you open easily. Like through hot butter... You were still warm... He always liked how blood felt on his hands; sticky warm and wet, cold thick and reddish-brown... The further he stuck his hand inside of you, the more he struggled to focus. It angered him that you died so quickly. There was something that he wanted to try... and since you were the only one to ever make him feel... this, then it only seemed fair for you to ""help"" him with his little curiosity.

Warm... but cooler than a living body. He couldn't complain. There was a great thrill in what he was doing to your corpse. It was completely different from anything he's felt before, and it spurred him on further. Next time, he would be sure to keep you alive for this... His hand naturally fit around your slender neck. Already dead, but it still felt so damn good to squeeze. Even the little SNAP of your neck sends chills of pleasure down his spine and all the way down to his cock.

Michael's never finished so fast before. His cock was sticky and stained with cooling and drying blood, but it didn't really bother him. He merely re-situated himself in his jumpsuit and walked away, never minding the dark blood stain stretching from his lower abdomen down to his mid thighs. Yeah, it was about what he expected: soft and slippery, but with a strange and unique texture. It was good, but it could be better.

Next time, it would be better. He'll try to keep you alive, and he'll see how different it is with you still writhing and screaming in agony. That alone would make the whole experience all the better for Michael, but he's nonetheless he's curious as to how you being alive would change the consistency of your insides...

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