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i hate it so so much when people portray amy as disliking or being mean to sally and/or elise. she was literally FRIENDS with BOTH of them. and in the case of sally she even outright said that she was ok with sonic dating her and was very supportive of their relationship. where do people get the idea that amy hates either of them. keep amys name out of your mouth forever
#sally and amy were friends and they respect eachother so much and amy was the number one sonally supporter#and regarding amy liking sonic too. she said that she just wants him to be happy even if that means he doesnt like her in that way#there is like zero hostility between amy and sally on either end. despite what people will try to tell you#and amy didnt interact with elise nearly as much as she did with sally#but in the scenes they did have together they were friendly with eachother. again why do people think amy hates her#also when people have sonic get with shadow or knuckles or blaze or whoever else and have amy get mad and hate them for it .#yeah maybe amy would be a little upset or jealous at first. but those are all her friends too#i dont think she would suddenly start hating them over something like that
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Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ Today I decided to write something with the trope "she fell first but he fell harder" because I can. Also, I wanna wish u a Merry Christmas!!! 🎅 🎄
Hope you enjoy! ❤️ (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙈)
Pd: It's gonna be a part 2
All characters reservations to Horikoshi
Warnings: jealousy
Too blind to see (Kirishima x F!reader)
(Image created with AI)
Kirishima and y/n have known each other since birth as both of their mothers were friends. They dreamed of the two of them getting along and, in an ideal future, getting married and giving them grandchildren, but it was too early for the last part. They became inseparable and did everything together; They went to the same kindergarten, same high school, and even managed to enter the UA. However, because of y/n "sanation" quirk, she was at another class. But that wasn't an impediment for seeing each other every day. And when she wasn't with Kirishima and his friends, she would be helping on the nursery as part of her training. Her mentor, Recovery girl, always said that she'll take her place when she retired, so y/n needed to work extra hard if she wanted to be able to save heroes' lives during battle.
Kirishima was y/n's number one fan; she was his muse, his rock, and his 'best friend' while for her...he was way more than that. She was in love with her best friend and came with the realisation, at a very young age, that he didn't see her as a potential partner so she kept her mouth shut for all this years, scared of rejection.
However, lately, Kirishima's been more protective than normal; At first, she thought it probably had something to do with the LOV's recent attack, but certain actions made her think otherwise...
The other day, Deku came in with new injuries, and because he was a regular patient, he talked a lot with y/n while she treated his wounds. They became very good friends as she was one of the few who knew of OFA. Kirishima hadn't noticed how close they were till he came in later that day to check on Midoriya and found them siting next to eachother (shoulders touching and being VERY VERY close for his liking) reading and talking about his notes. He was standing at the door annoyed by the scene happening in front of him, and suddenly, a new sensation came with it, one he couldn't put into words, but it felt similar to fear. Of what? He was yet to find out...
He decided enough was enough and entered the room, making his presence known. Izuku might have noticed the intense look Kirishima was giving him cause he tensed and moved a little so his body wasn't touching hers at all; He knew that, even though the redhead was such a great guy, when it came to her, he sure as hell would beat someone up just because that person looked the wrong way (Midoriya has seen it many times). Y/n didn't think much of it as she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and kept doing some reports that Recovery girl has left for her. After she was done, they left so Izuku could rest, but not before she gave him a quick hug and said their goodbyes. Kirishima was rather quiet all the way to her doorm, and once they arrived, he said 'You are really close with Midoriya, ah?' 'Yes, he's a really nice guy! He comes almost every day so he's my favorite patient by now' His face turned into a frown to that and respond 'Is that so?' He hadn't stopped looking intensibly at her, and it was making the e/c girl nervous. <Why does he sound like he's jealous?> The girl was wondering when suddenly, he grabbed her forearm gently so her body was now facing him. His eyes were no longer on her but the floor, and he whispered 'I don't like you being that friendly with him. I'm supposed to be the one who receives your hugs and the one you tend their wounds of!' He paused for a few seconds and finally looked at her as he continued 'I don't like sharing your attention or you affection. I know it's selfish but lately, when I see you with others, it hurts and it annoys me...I feel kind of left out and I don't like it one bit' Someone would of assumed this 'sensations' Kirishima was having were of pure jealousy or envy because of the threaten of her finding someone else and that this might have been his confession but no. He's convinced himself, and her, that it was his mission as a 'big bro' that he needed to be sure the guy she settled for was a nice one. That night, both of them went to sleep with a huge weight of their hearts. Y/n because she realized that nothing has changed and that she'd always be his friend no matter how cute she dressed or how mature she acted, she'd never be his first option. As for him... He felt his chest tighten at the thought of her being with some other dude.
The next few days, he did everything in his power to not let Midoriya or any other of his friends near y/n, but he couldn't control everyone for too long, could he? It wasn't long enough until UA most handsome guy, had to pay a visit to the nursery and even took the chance to invite her to endeavors agency to work with them. She was very excited to tell him about what happened and that she accepted their offer, but Kirishima had to pretend that he was happy when he actually was feeling sad)?
Since then, mister cute face has spent too much time with her and did everything together; from eating lunch to going on missions alone and then having dinner at his house (Midoriya and Bakugou were there too but still) The redhead was going crazy to say the least. However, he began to wonder if these emotions were similar to the ones a brother would have for his little sister or more like a boyfriend would have for his girl. The word 'jealousy' came along with those thoughts and so he understood why he got so annoyed and anxious whenever she was with someone else or how worried he got by just the idea of her having a boyfriend or even marrying someone; marrying someone who wasn't him. He was in love with her! All this time, he actually thought he was doing the right thing by being protecting her from praying eyes but he was just keeping her to himself instead. He realized how mistaken he had been and needed to make his intentions clear for her even if she rejected him. He just needed to find the right time
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Part 2 in a few days 😉
#mha#bnha#bnha fluff#mha fluff#mha scenarios#bnha shoto#bnha kirishima#kirishima eijirou#kirishima x reader#mha kirishima#kirishima fluff#jealous kirishima#kirishima x y/n#eijiro kirishima#bnha scenarios
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What do you think the White Lady will feel about feral pk if they finally meet eachother again and vice versa for pk?
answered this one many times but hey i always enjoy talking about them
for the white lady, it was a surprise to see him for sure. they separated around the time of hollow's sealing, so she wasn't there during fpk's breakdown and disappearance (though she did eventually learn of it). so meeting him again, looking so different, was quite shocking to her. she was happy to see him again, yes, even if they're no longer together, but his change in behavior, noticeable weight gain and lack of the blinding light she remembered so well came to her as a shock. since i headcanon her as someone who's quite fixated on tidiness, royalty and all that jazz, seeing fpk embrace his "beastly" instincts did bother her a bit. the once great king of hallownest, who would always act in accordance to his title around her, now chases wild animals and speaks in common language? back in the days, she would likely feel disgusted, but the years spent alone in bindings did make her self-reflect. moreover, during one of their conversations, fpk finally admitted how stressed he was while he was king, so part of her feels guilty about her expectations which made him act in ways that made him unhappy and went against his nature. their relationship may be a thing of the past now, especially with fpk's realization that her feelings for him were not quite mutual, but she still cares about him, and their reunion gave her an opportunity to reflect on their past and her behavior. she does her best to accept his new ways, including his relationship with grimm. after all, she just wants to see him happy
as for fpk, he was scared to face her again, and that's the main reason why he delayed it for so long. even during their marriage, fpk felt quite intimidated by her, and would do anything to satisfy her expectations and demands out of fear that she would reject him. on the surface, they seemed like a perfect couple, and he wanted to believe that they were one, but the truth was far from it. he would lie to her about being happy with the things she expected him to do. all the meetings, the royal parties, the big emphasis on royal manners and everything, it all quickly became overwhelming to him. he's quite solitary and shy in nature, he'd feel perfectly content with handling things "behind the scenes", so being forced to stay out in the open and attend all those meetings and events was quite stressful to him, way more than he anticipated. however, he never blamed her for pushing him to do those things, she couldn't have known his feelings on the matter, and he kept pretending that it was all fine. and, of course, there was the matter of their actual relationship. as it later turned out, he didn't share the same feelings she did, and even though he himself was confused about all of it, he still feels guilt about lying to her and making her believe that they were truly in love. all of that, plus the fact that he now acted like a beast, which he knew she wouldn't appreciate, is why he felt so tense about the prospect of meeting her again. but he did, and he's very glad that it happened. he finally opened up about his struggles and feelings on their marriage, and it allowed both of them to heal some of the old wounds and learn from their past mistakes
so all in all, there was a lot of emotional baggage on both sides, but their reunion went well. they won't get back together, that chapter is closed, but i like to think they still remain on friendly terms. it's not all perfect, wl does occasionally slip up and makes comments about fpk's appearance or behavior bothering her, and fpk sometimes gets a little carried away talking about his relationship with grimm, which irks her. that's something they both have to work on, but they value each other, and so are doing their best
i hope the answer is coherent enough, i had to do like 5 different things while typing this so it might be a bit all over the place haha
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3 movies i saw this week and why you should watch them.
(this is my 260th post but the first one i use a title for.)
i hesitated to write this in french but i choose english to be understood by more people.
i'm starting with the first movie i have seen on monday evening with my mom : "kuolleet lehdet" by aki kaurismäki. so at first, we went there not really knowing what to expect, she had read me the summary just before we left and i almost didn't want to go. however, this movie is amazing. the cinematography and the colors are gorgeous and the characters really endearing. there are a lot of songs in finnish (both sang by characters and outside of the film) that gave this already slow and melancholic art piece several moments outside of time. what i love too is the reality of the characters, the situations : they are just two proletarian workers yet they are shown to be deserving to be the main characters. we see them working, being friendly with their colleagues, having fun with them but also facing exhaustion at the end of the day as well as being seen as negligible quantity and easily replaceable by their bosses. the relationship between the two main characters is really sweet as well as their relationships with their own friends and it shows love in a way i particularly love : there is no need to know the name of the other or to do romantic things, just being together and feeling happy with eachother is enough.
the second film i saw on wednesday night was "anatomie d'une chute" by justine triet, it had won the palme d'or at this year's cannes festival. so my mom and i went to see it, again i didn't really know what to expect except that there was actors i love in it and that it was a trial movie also about medias and how they make people percieve things. and this prize was so deserved, every actor and actress was incredible, some scenes were so well made, especially a play with sound and image as well as what we see, what movements did the camera and what it showed us. it sometimes got so close of a documentary more than a fictional movie. i have so many thoughts about it, truly one of the best movies of the year but many people talked about it so i can't really add anything new to say. but if you can, go watch it.
the last film i have seen this week was "le procès goldman", directed by cédric kahn. i saw it just yesterday, alone and i already knew pierre goldman's story very well, i learned about this movie in may in a french tv emission about cannes and have been really waiting to see it since. it is most certainly my favorite but for very personal reasons. the story seems very niche : it is a huis-clos, set in 1976, of the second trial of a far-left activist, son of jewish partisans from poland (and step-brother of a very popular singer, who is still the favorite personality of french people and has been so for years) who was accused of several robberies as well as the murders of two pharmacists, but if he admits the robberies, he claims his innocence for the murders. this movie is not only showing the faillures of the racist police and racist judiciary systems in france but also has very interesting conversations between the characters about being jewish and therefore racialized. but it also touches a subject that is so specific and personal, i never saw a movie talk about it : the feeling that when you come from a family that suffered and/or fought so much, you feel like no matter how much you fight, it will never be enough to live up to this history, even if you're not asked to. you feel like you never deserved to be born and live when you know what your family went through. there is a sentence he said that marked me : "i was born and died on the 22th june 1944.". to me, it is one of the best way the jewish experience in a racist society and racist country like france has ever been represented. and i really urge you, jewish or not, to go see it and especially if you are not so you can understand what it feels like a little bit more. the acting of everyone is superb, showing so well the intensity that reigns in this room, but the main actor, arieh worthalter, is phenomenal. the actors are well casted and look like their real life counterparts. the realisation is really beautiful even if there are around three or four places shown in the movie. i love how everything about the movie is simple : a basic white writing font on a black background giving us the contexte and the title, i think there is no music as well. the costumes are gorgeous too and i love how many details were put into the fabrics, patterns. i really want to meet the director to tell him how this movie made me feel so seen.
#les feuilles mortes#anatomie d'une chute#le procès goldman#pitié allez voir le procès goldman vraiment c'est une des meilleures description de ce que c'est d'être juif en france.#french side of tumblr#up the baguette#cinéma français#aki kaurismäki#fallen leaves#kuolleet lehdet#justine triet#festival de cannes#cinephile#french cinema#french stuff#french movie#jewish stuff#jewish history#judaism#jewish culture#communism#cédric kahn#pierre goldman#jean jacques goldman#jean-jacques goldman#arieh worthalter#jewish cinéma#jumblr
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A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 047 - Charles the Non-Binary Alien
Star Trek: Enterprise - Season 2 Episode 22 - Cogenitor
This episode starts really nicely, in the cold open the Enterprise is doing a bit of scientific exploration, and encounters a really friendly ship that offers to help out a bunch without asking anything in return. After that opening, I was kinda waiting for it to turn out to be a lie, but it never really did.
It was really nice seeing the two crews interact with eachother. Archer gets to talk ship mechanics with the Vissian captain, and Trip once again stats rizzing up two girls, this time via the wonders of Ice Cream.
The episode then introduces the title episode's concept. Vissians have a third gender. Phlox attempting explaining Vissian reproduction to Trips absolute dismay.
The first thing that really stood out to me was the couple refer to the Cogenitor with it pronouns, which was a bit uncomfortable for me. I know I have Any/All in my bio, but I've only ever heard it pronouns used as an insult, and that's really hard to look past especially when that didn't appear to be the Cogenitor's choice. They also say that the Cogenitor doesn't have a name. Thankfully, the Cogeniter does eventually name itself Charles, making this post a lot less of a nightmare to write.
Despite the episode's probably unintentional drifting on to LGBT, specifically Non-Binary and transgender, topics, the episode itself seems to be more of an allegory for sexual slavery than anything else. It feels really weird and out of character that everyone except trip are just okay with how the Charles is treated, especially after Trip confirms the Cogenitors are just as neurologically capable as the males and females.
The scenes with Trip treating Charles like an actual person were great, and I do genuinely feel really bad for it. While Charles is on screen, it is actually some really good Non-Binary representation, especially as far as 2003 goes, and it hurts to see how everyone except Trip treats it.
The end of the episode really soured my opinion of it as a whole. According to Archer, Charles committed suicide which, one really hits close to home as part of the LGBT community. And Two, and this is the really sour part, Archer and seemingly the episode seems to blame Trip for it... What were the writers actually thinking on that ending?
This one had some really good set up, and a character I really liked, but it just couldn't pull it all together, and the ending just frustrated me beyond belief.
On a side note, the viewing guide I've been following says "We are skipping episode 23 (“Regeneration”) for now, but will return to it later." and doesn't elaborate why we're doing that at all, so if you're wondering why I'm skipping to episode 24 tomorrow, that's why.
#whovian watching star trek#star trek#star trek enterprise#star trek: enterprise#star trek ent#enterprise#ent
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hello! if i wasn't so late in submitting, may i have a genshin impact matchup for your event? apologies though if i am late, please feel free to ignore this then!
gender preference and sexuality: male, and i'm tentatively labelling myself as demisexual (still currently experimenting, but it's what i think describes me the best atm)
pronoun preference: she/her
ballpark age preference: adult
personality and beliefs+morals: to strangers and acquaintances, i can be pretty shy yet friendly. however, around close friends and family (and occasionally to people i'm not close with if i'm feeling bold/comfortable enough), i'm playful, bubbly, and snarky. i become more of a 'menace', with an example being that i (affectionately) tease whenever i'm in the mood. i've also been told by my loved ones that i'm hardworking and kind, so i kinda act like a mom + therapist friend. but for my flaws, i am a huge overthinker and a perfectionist, as well as having a bad habit of bottling up my negative feelings. as for my belief, i believe in always being kind as much as possible.
likes + dislikes: i like games, music, books, rain, cats, and bubble tea! but for dislikes, i dislike loud places, extremely large crowds, arrogance, and the heat.
what vision would you think you would be and why: i think i would be hydro, since i think hydro characters tend to stick to their values and try to achieve them no matter what, and i can pretty much relate to that.
embarrassing moment from your life: when i was a small kid, i would put out my ipad and play that one scene where snow white was singing to the animals at a loud volume and in public, because i thought the birds in my area would like that and i would be able to befriend them like snow white did xDD.
additional info: when i was kid, i would visit the library a lot, so i was given a lot of bookworm awards and became known as a bookworm in my batch. i also dream of being able to attend the musicals that aren't available in my country (ex: Hadestown, Waitress, and Heathers)
i'm sorry if this was really long, hopefully this the right amount of info. but no need to do my matchup if you don't want to, there's no pressure! take care and stay safe!
Hi there! No worries, I forgot to change the status in my pinned post so I'm honoring the later anons I got, you're good. Thank you for the detailed response!
Your matchup is..........................................
Tighnari !!
The moment you both commiserated over fainting on a trip to the desert together.... that was the first time you interacted, but there was a noticeable spark underlying your conversation, even back then.
But it took some time for you to build a friendship, and then from there something beyond a working relationship. As busy as you both were, your admiration for one another's interests and life paths built trust, and you found yourselves seeking out eachother's company, time and time again. To an observer, the back-and-forth of playful comments and sarcasm might seem disagreeable, but to those who know you better, it is only a testament to your matched wits and similar personalities.
And it is as much your teasing as your outright sincerity that allows Tighnari to unreservedly place his full trust in you. Someone who is as dedicated to her beliefs as you are is someone he is happy to spend his time with. As for the fact that, once you became friends and began to let your guards down around one another, he found your affectionate mannerisms immensely attractive... Well, that was for him to know and you to discover through his reactions.
Fun details:
You two are THE Mom and Dad friends™️ of your shared friend groups. Someone skipped a meal? You'll tease them relentlessly while handing them a pita pocket. One of your friends just had a bad breakup? You're there comforting your friend, and Tighnari's at the market hunting down their favorite comfort snacks. Your friends consider you two to be the best sort of folks and are glad to have you in their lives.
Bloom reactions are meh, but your visions are proof of your ambitions in the face of adversity - take pride in them! (Your shared combat skills mean enemies are usually finished off before the cores pop, anyways.)
You two are quiet when getting to know someone, but watch out - your tag-team teasing against close friends is relentlessly effective.
Tighnari values your hardworking nature, and he's much the same in that regard. You two will always ensure the other isn't overdoing it, and will often take a break from your work to check in on the other.
If you've bottled up emotions and they overflow in an argument, Tighnari will hear you out, and then step away to let those emotions fizzle before returning to discuss the issue. He will always be civil and always meet you halfway, even if he disagrees with your point of view. That being said, your fights are few and far between, and he'll do his best to help you find healthy ways to release and regulate those emotions.
You both dislike the desert heat, but whenever you do have to venture out there, your Hydro vision helps keep you both cool. Tighnari fairs significantly better there with you around, to the point that both Cyno AND Alhaitham insist you wait on standby during the Interdarshan Competition. (LOL)
Also, that childhood dream of befriending the forest animals? It's real now. Tighnari tends to naturally attract the local flora and fauna, so spending time around him means you'll definitely get to pet a wild fox or keep a pet fungi. (Expect some long lectures about the qualities of said creatures and the dangers they pose before you're finally able to approach them, though - never let it be said that Tighnari doesn't take his role as a Forest Watcher seriously!)
Tighnari knows how much the rarer performances from traveling troupes mean to you, so he'll go out of his way to procure you a front row seat at Zubayr Theater whenever they do come to town. (If you like company, he'll attend with you, no questions asked.)
If you met as children, it was definitely because you both spent so much time in the library. Whether it was as little kids or during your time at the Akademiya, you're both prolific readers - and naturally, you'd come to recognize the familiar face across the room. Eventually, one of you will get up the courage to greet the other.
If someone were to ask Tighnari what it is he values about you above all else, his answer would instantly be your heart. The kindness in your nature is apparent in your care with your friends and loved ones, in the playful habits you have with them, and in your day-to-day enjoyment of hobbies and interests. Your smile is radiant, and the highlight of his day; the first time he realized his feelings to you, it was because his eyes were drawn to the upward tilt of your lips, again and again.
~~I hope this is to your liking. I honestly thought Ayato or even Diluc would be good matches for you, too, but I thought the gentler notions of your descriptions were well-suited to our favorite fennec fox.
(I know feelings about this character can be mixed, so if you're unsatisfied, don't hesitate to reach out for a re-match, it's no problem!)
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OKAY OKAY OKAY!
so hi tumblr, long time no see. im now obsessed with yellowjackets and as of lastnight have seen all the eps to air so far. SPOILERY.. so if your not caught up... read at own risk Although a little creepy for my liking (the eye episode) im loving the show. what im mainly obsessed with is who the antler people are. so ive shared a bunch of posts from that scene and similar. theory time. and please add yours too if you have some or add to mine. Mari is the one in the pit... i was trying to find black haired girls and there are only a few. My first through was Lottie. but in recent episodes since shes embraced her visions shes become more confident and powerful which makes me think shes the leader, especially more since doomcoming. now if i am wrong and it is lottie, then maybe its a vision of what is to come? now to the theory about how they select the next victim. perhaps most of them voted that it will be random, and to give the person a chance they are to run? put in next to nothing and then kinda hunted. ORRRRR there is 2 groups now. and this girl was separated and put into a hunted situation and let go and this is the results? along with the scenes where the antler tribe get up to leave. We already know misty is the one with the long fur drape over her face. she is to the left in the gif i posted. If lottie is center Queen (because she has visions so Van and the others put her as leader) i think van is to the right, the face coverings the way she had it in Doomcoming maybe is done like that for a reason. in the promo shots. I thought maybe the little brother is in that too. I think Van will side with Lottie (the queen in my theory) and Tai is on the other team. separated by survival and a willingness to do what they need to do. Akilah is someone i havent really factor in due to me not really remembering them in much of the story. Now to who got out alive. So far we see Nat, Shauna, Tai, Travis, Misty. --we know misty is on the Antler tribe, but the others...? We know Jackie gets back, according to a reddit post i read, in her journal that Shauna reads through on the birthday, there is movie references from years later. so unless someone wrote in things she might have liked years later, she likely got out of there, and either Committed Sui___, vanished off like travis did but didnt tell her folks, maybe Shauna is responsible. I dont think the little brother is alive in the future or someone would have told him about Travis (misty was all for tracking them down) ORRRRR he is the one behind the murder... (he did go to the séance late to “see what everyone is laughing about”) Shauna is my main suspect for all things odd. We have Tai with her sleeping thing thats been passed onto the son. so shes got an obvious issue. Nat and her addiction, again, another obvious issue. Misty is all kinds of fucked up nutty, but her reasoning is she does shit so people need her and rely on her. she needs to feel needed. She might be crazy, but its again, obvious. Shauna killed someone, she sliced into rabbits and deer and isnt too phased at all. She is the silent type you generally have to look out for, ANDDDDD she was the first to be cast and the first on the credit thing on the intro. (if im not mistaken) just makes me think she was cast first because she is secretly leading the entire story. however it all went down. much like on lost. at the end of it all, no matter what happened while they were there, they all come together to protect eachothers secrets even if they didnt actually do anything bad. thats why even if some of the 2021 women didnt actually cross that line they are still in contact. (think of the attitude the 3 woman have in the later season episodes where they are there for eachother but really arent friendly, but still care) --one more theory about the 2 group thing, maybe in the beginning someone went missing, groups split up to look, dead of winter, one group finds the missing person and they are dead or close to it, they figure there is no point wasting good meat and only bring back the meat, feed the other group but then its revealed how they got the meat and thats how the 2 groups part... if you have read to this point. thanks. i hope you add to my theories and share some of your own. if not then this is just a way for me to write down my throughts of the show. coz i dont know anyone else who watches it. nor becomes obsessed with shows like this. all the questions and clues to follow. till next week when i hope they actually expand on the opening scene a bit more.
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You were supposed to just be arm candy for the night. Quinn had strong-armed Bailey into bringing a date for the gala she was hosting. He'd staunchly refused, until she reminded him of last year's party. Maybe it was something in the air, but everyone wanted to either dance with Bailey, or sneak off with him. More importantly, everyone was constantly watching him. It was unnerving, given his history. That's where you came in.
While considering his options, he was forced to face the facts. Eden and his spouse were his only friends. Fuck Quinn, she didn't count. Couldn't trust her as far as he could throw her. Which wasn't far. Her fat tits weighed her down. He didn't trust anybody else to be that close to him the whole night, but Eden would never play along, and he'd kill Bailey before he could finish asking for his spouse to go, which was fair. Bailey had been close to both of them growing up and may or may not have nursed a crush. On both of them. At the same time. Regardless, everyone that attended these parties was some kind of scum. They were, however, very good for networking and making contacts. It's how he found Remy in the first place, after all.
Thus Bailey was left with slim pickings. He could hire one of Briar's skanks, but he couldn't trust they weren't a plant. One that would pass information back to his competition. So that was put. He could rent one of Remy's goons for the evening, but they were ill mannered and ill tempered. They'd no doubt cause a scene. He could bring one of his orphans, but again, they'd cause a scene. Not only that, it'd make him look like a massive pervert. No, bringing an orphan is something the previous caretaker would have done. He sees enough of that monster in himself daily; he didn't need any more. His last option, was to borrow Eden's kid. You were the most beautiful, well behaved little shit he'd ever encountered. Smart and resourceful, you didn't have a lot of love for anyone in town.
Getting his friends o agree was the hardest part. Eden hated the idea of his child going into that town, much less being surrounded by the people who made it awful. His spouse, well, they were skeptical he'd keep you safe. He had a lot of enemies and all of them knew it. What if someone went after their baby because you were with him? New survival equipment and cookware helped convince them. Mostly since it was basically him saying Eden could kill him with a shiny, new hatchet. Or his spouse could beat him to death with their new cast iron skillet.
You were excited to go to a party. Your uncle Bailey brought you to the store and let you pick out all kinds of clothes, just not a gown for the gala. He didn't care about your shape or size. You were wearing a long, open back dress with a slit up to your hips. It was made of black satin and had lace delicately sewn as the collar and cold shoulder sleves. It hugged your assets, the skirt flowing with each move you made. He also got you shiny silver and daimond jewelry, and black, heeled shoes with red bottoms. He even took you to get a mani-pedi. You felt so fancy!
When it was time to attend, you did your hair and make up. It was simple, and a little understated. You wanted to focal point to be on the stuff your uncle got you. He seemed happy enough that you were we wearing the outfit just as he told you to. You were thrilled to please him, after all, he was taking you out of the woods and letting you see the town! You got to meet new people! Besides, it was fun letting him dress you up. You honestly felt a little bad, like you were taking advantage of him. You weren't a child anymore, and he didn't need to spoil you like one.
On the drive to the hotel, you nervously picked at the lace on your dress. Bailey had to take a hand off the wheel and grip both of your hands in his to make you stop. It surprised you at first. Had he ever touched you before? It was usually the other way around, when you'd hug him goodbye. His hands were larger than your's. Calloused and scared, not as bad as your father's. His nails were short and well taken care of, like the rest of him. He chastised you. Your dress was expensive. You apologized profusely.
When you got to the event, all eyes were on you. Your arms wrapped around Bailey's as you let him lead you around. You didn't recognize any of the people other than Quinn. You were happy to talk with her when Bailey stopped to chat. She kept giving Bailey this funny look, like she was trying not to laugh, and wiggling her eye brows at him. If it meant anything, Bailey didn't comment on it, or explain it to you. With Quinn, was a handsome man dressed in horse riding clothes. He looked really out of place. Most people were wearing suits or gowns. Bailey didn't let you speak to him, instead sending you to savage the buffet. He didn't need to tell you twice.
While filling your plate with a variety of hordervs, you felt someone staring at you. An instinct honed while living in the woods. Looking around, you saw a darkly dressed boy watching you. He was really small, you wouldn't have guessed he was your age. His hair was kind of greasy, brushed straight down his face; covering most of it. It made his piercing green eyes stand out all the more. His face turned red and he shuffled uncomfortably when your eyes met. You offered a friendly wave and a warm smile.
Then your attention was back on the food. So many fancy bites to try. You didn't know they made quiches that small! A soft tugging on your sleeve had you turning to see the boy again, now standing in front of you.
"M- My name is Kylar." He said, not making eye contact. He was small, and his body language screamed submissiveness. It made you feel a little more at ease. You could probably kill him with your bare hands if he tried anything. You introduced yourself and offered him a baby quiche off your plate. You weren't a huge fan of meatless quiches anyway.
Kylar held the small baked good in his hands as though you had just given him your heart. You were pretty thankful when Bailey called you back over. As you walked away, you heard someone laughing. A blond boy with hair covering one eye was laughing at Kylar. Did they know eachother? Were they friends? Why was he laughing at his friend? Next to the blond, was another blond boy. The one with long hair, wearing monk's robes, scolded the boy with piercings. They looked like brothers.
When you finally made it back to Bailey, he put his arm around your waist and handed you a glass of champagne. It was bubbly and tickled your throat when you drank it. You drank a few flutes of champagne and felt really funny after the fifth one. Enough so that it was hard to walk without clinging to Bailey. Maybe it was because your face was pressed into his chest, but he smelled really good. You think that's when he decided to leave with you, but it's all hazy after that. Bailey, as it would turn out, was equally hammered. He had enough of his wits about him to rent a room for the both of you, and not drive. But not enough to keep himself from ogling you in the outfit he bought you.
He practically carried you to the room. Which was fine by you. You had a pleasant, warm feeling spreading throughout your body when you pressed against him. After unlocking the door, the pair of you stumbled into the room. It was nice and all, but Bailey had other things on his mind. One other thing, actually. You were so drunk you let him strip you of your jewelry, shoes and stockings. You didn't complain when he removed a but his boxers, not did you mention the damp tent he had going on.
You admired his physic, his scars and his tattoos. It wasn't until he was undressing you, that something in your brain clicked and told you this was wrong. You weakly tried to push Bailey away, your intoxication making hard to move or speak. You whined softly.
"What are you doing?" He ignored you entirely, tearing the gown to rip it from your gorgeous body. You squirmed under him, trying to move away, but he held you firmly in place. His hands felt really good on your hips once they were bare to him, fire igniting every where he touched.
Bailey was achingly hard. Quinn must have put something in his drink. There was no way he wanted to fuck Eden's smoking hot kid as badly as he did. It wasn't like he'd jacked off to the thought of deflowering you before. To sending you home, his seed running down your pretty thighs. Even as you weakly struggled and protested under him, he took off your bra with expert skill. When you tried to cover yourself, he gathered your hands and pinned them above your head.
"Uncle Bailey, stop." You whimpered, your begging only turning him on more. He used he free hand to force your legs apart, so he could settle between them. He thought, for a fleeting moment, about preparing you. No. He wanted to hear you screaming his name. He wanted everyone to hear it. Your undergarments were quickly pulled from your body, leaving your virginal sex exposed to him. Drunk as he was, Bailey was salivating at the sight of you; naked, tears pricking at your eyes, struggling and making the cutest sounds. He was going to fuck you till your pussy molded to the shape of his cock. His underwear went next, tossed carelessly across the room. Again, you tried to wriggle away from him.
"Uncle Bailey, please. I don't want this. I- I've never-" His lips crashed into your's before you could finish speaking. His tongue invaded your mouth, your teeth clacking together in his desperation. More focused on getting your mouth free, you were only distantly aware of Bailey lining the crying head of his cock up with your wet hole. It came to the forefront of your thoughts when he pushed against it. He was huge, bigger than you thought he would be. Not that you thought about it before. He was your uncle, why would you? You gasped as he groaned. Then, in one forceful thrust, he burried himself to the hilt in your tight, no longer virgin pussy.
"Fuck, I felt that. Were you waiting for uncle Bailey to pop your cherry, sweatheat?" He gave you no time to adjust, setting a desperate, needy pace from the get-go. You were crying fully now. The stretch of him hurt! It hurt and he was hurting you more by moving!
"Hu-u-urts!" You sobbed, encouraging Bailey to force your knees to your chest.
"Only for a little bit. It'll feel real good in a minute, treasure." Bailey nipped your lip before moving to take your nipple into his mouth. His lips sucked at the sensitive nub while his talented tongue flicked against the tip. He groaned against your soft skin when your pussy clamped down on his cock. His movement faltered for a beat or two before regaining his rhythm. He continued groping and teasing your chest until your sobbing became choked, unbidden moans. You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet He felt your walls relax around him, making moving easier.
"Didn't I tell you, kitten? Fuck, you love this, don't you? Love having uncle Bailey's fat fucking cock wrecking your little pussy." You hated it. You hated him. He was right and it made the shame that much harder to bear. It didn't hurt anymore. The burning sensation from his cock felt good. It felt so good you wanted more. You felt so full, almost complete. Try as you might, he had you singing for him.
Bailey let go of your hands to force your knees to your chest, folding you in half and giving him easy access to a spot inside you that you'd never reached. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth and your eyes rolled back into your head as he abused the sweet spot inside you. A tight, clenched sort of feeling began winding inside you. You found it hard to breathe suddenly, his name on your lips like a prayer.
"Fuck, yes, that's right. Fuck, you fucking love my cock." Bailey's pace increased, barely pulling out anymore before plunging back in; working the base of his cock and letting his heavy balls slap against your ass. He was ready to cum, but he refused to finish before you. A little denial never hurt him. He enjoyed it every now and then when he was getting himself off. Oh, but your tight little heat, absolutely dripping for him felt so much better than his hand. Far better than he imagined.
"Gonna fuck you all night. Gonna wake up and fuck you again in the morning." You arched your back orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. You cried out, incoherent as he continued to abuse your cunt; using your orgasm and the rythmic clenching of your pussy to get off.
"God! Fucking, yes! Gonna send you home with my cum gushing from your tight little pussy. Keep you coming back for- fuck!" Bailey's rhythm lost it's beat. He frantically fucked himself into you, desperate for his high.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Bailey, honest to god, moaned your name as he came. Pressed to the hilt inside you, he worked himself through his orgasm, prolonging it by grinding himself into you. The feeling of his pubic hair harshly rubbing against your clit pushed your over sensitive body to another high.
He didn't give either of you a chance to rest or recover. Flipping you over, he stared rolling his hips into you again. You whimpered and begged for a break, only for him to slap your ass, leaving an angry, red hand print, and laugh at you.
"Your body belongs to me now, and you're not going anywhere till I'm done with you, kitten." You whimpered as he pushed you down into the mattress, fucking his cum out of you as he prepared to fuck more into you.
Bailey never had much of a sex drive. He didn't know if it was from the abuse he suffered growing up, or if it was natural. Frankly, he didn't want to know. What he did know, was that it left him the a hell of a lot of stamina. You were in for a long night, and when you got home, you'd have to explain to your parents where your bruises came from, why you were walking like that, and why you needed to start visiting Bailey on the weekends.
In a couple of months, you'd have to explain to them why you have a bun in the oven.
(- anon 🚩 bad uncle Bailey takin it from noncon to dubcon gets me hrrrnnngggg.)
Bailey having a crush on both Eden and Pre-PC at the same time makes me think about them double teaming him after a night out drinking.
But also bad uncle Bailey breeding his sweet little niece, keeping her nice and dripping with cum at every chance is such a lovely image. Looking his best friend in the eye and telling him they had a wonderful time, he even took her somewhere to eat out!
Current-PC trying not to blush at the horrible puns Bailey makes about the various ways he's fucked her so Eden doesn't figure out what happened.
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c!Jack from c!Tommy's POV as someone who enjoys and has watched both of their POVs for 8 months now, A Thread. This is not talking about Jack's POV. I'm well aware of his thoughts and feelings, this is about Tommy's POV of the events (this isnt as detailed as I want it to be bc I made it for a Twitter thread with limited characters)
Jack n Tommy were close. Tommy begged for Jack to join L'Manberg, even showing him one of his prized discs to show him he trusted him even after Dream had paid Jack to burn all Tommy's items and repeatedly tried to manipulate and get him on his side. Jack n Tommy would hang out a Lot without any conflict other than the usual friendly bullying Tommy would do to even Tubbo. He would mess around a Lot w Jack, it never lead to any bad feelings towards the two. They had the Cartel together, theyd hang out regularly, they were very close on the SMP. Keep This In Mind before I talk about the scene next that has been burned into my mind as I wonder why it's never brought up again
On election day, Jack was there and there's a scene that I feel is kinda important? After Schlatt exiles Tommy, Jack says "I like this guy" and when Schlatt says "I was getting tired of them anyway" n Jack says "that's true". Tommy says "Jack..?" in a heartbroken sounding voice. They did not talk again in canon I believe until after November 16th. Jack believes he was left behind with Schlatt, we all know Tommy wouldve accepted him with open arms like he immediately accepted Techno n Quackity into Pogtopia. Jack doesnt know this
Then we got Exile. Jack attempts to visit Tommy and we get the iconic Lava Scene. Below is a rant I made about it not really explaining any side but I would just be repeating the rant so I may as well just post it here.
It's a weird bit of misinformation that Tommy didnt apologise? Bc he immediately said "why did i do that?", joined call and apologised to Jack, like a genuine, sincere apology, and admitted that he thought Jack didnt care about him n was only visiting him out of pity like he thought everyone else did.
The issue is he didnt realize an apology wasnt ENOUGH. Tommy was apologising for being a dick and making him lose his items, not because he killed him bc be doesnt Know he canon killed him. People non-canon kill eachother All the time on the server. Its classic miscommunication. Jack was still hurt, meanwhile Tommy was out there believing an apology wouldve fixed things. Tommy has NO idea just how much he hurt Jack that day, and its p much confirmed by cc!Jack he didnt realize it was a canon death either. This is the part that Hurts to watch as a Jack viewer and a Tommy viewer. Tommy doesnt realize that Jack feels betrayed and hurt and angry and has Already apologised.
So then we have the Nuke. This is where more misinformation comes from, ppl seem to think Tommy is completely oblivious to it but Tommy is more observant than he let's on. He has like. 40 seconds where he thinks about how the nuke Just missed n thinks about Jack and Niki, then brushes it off. This isnt being Oblivious, this is Hardcore Denial imo. He doesnt want to think that Jack, someone he was best friends with, and Niki, someone who he Also was friends with, would do that. So he denies it. He doesnt like change. (By the way, just bc the nuke missed doesnt mean it wasnt attempted murder and didnt happen! Just putting that out there!)
We have the scene w Sam Nook where Tommy tells him Jack's acting weird. We know at this point Tommy knows Something. It's pretty much confirmed Tommy doesnt know he hurt him that badly when Jack asks if he's wronged him and Tommy says No
Then the hotel scene. God the hotel scene. The epitome of miscommunication. So Tommy gets out of prison, he's at his absolute Lowest point, he's told by Tubbo that Jack stole his hotel and made it crappy (Tubbo's words). The hotel was literally All Tommy had. So he then sees Jack. Jack understandably is very shocked n confused that he's alive. Tommy didnt enjoy talking about how he died so he attempted to leave, saying "Anyway", Jack takes this as him belittling him. Jack says, and I quote, "This is why you deserve this" which instantaneously crossed a line Tommy Didnt. (Sorry it Really Bothers me when ppl say Tommy was "verbally abusive" in this conversation, if he was Jack was too sorry to break it to you. Point is I dont see Either as "abusive" here they're both hurt and lashing out) Tommy says he's making it all about himself and he's selfish, Jack says he's the selfish one and all he does is take and he's made the hotel better than he ever did. Tommy is confused bc he thinks Jack was happy with the job, Jack comes out with a bombshell n says "I didn't complain because I was trying to kill you!"
Jack is ranting his heart out to a very confused, disoriented and lashing out Tommy who is Literally Canonically Zoning out at parts bc he just Doesnt want to hear about Jack, someone he Still sees as a friend, trying to kill him after he was in Denial about said situation. I cannot stress this enough, Tommy DOESNT realize how much he hurt Jack. Tommy from his POV has only been uncomfortable with the Nuke thing and was told Jack also stole his hotel. He doesnt know Why. He thinks he fixed things w Jack long ago after he apologised. Of Course he's gonna immediately be on the offensive when he sees Jack who he believes stole the one thing he had from him and Confirms what he was in denial about.
Yo important to note Jack literally says "this is why you deserved being dead" no paraphrasing no taking it out of context he literally says this during their argument. I'm sorry but while Tommy was being an asshole he Was Not The Only One I'm sorry to break it to you. Jack has a warped perception of Tommy, Tommy has a warped perception of Jack. It goes two ways!
Tommy said some shit things to Jack that he needs to apologise for but Jack said some horrible things to Tommy also. Jack doesnt know what Tommy is thinking, Tommy doesnt know what Jack is thinking. They have two very different stories in their head of the same events
So yes, when Jack refuses to give the hotel back, Tommy's gonna be all like "I thought we were pals?" Because he thought they were pals lmao. I See You, Dont compare that to Dream pretending to be Tommy's friend, that's so very messed up and was the main reason I made this essay, along with people saying "Tommy hasnt apologised for canon killing Jack :/"
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Her Aim Was Getting Better
(Ahit ““““““Coffee Shop AU”““““““ rp log)
This is part of an RP between @displacedentities and myself detailing the meet-up between Luka and Vanessa, when she spikes his coffee with the curse. We did this a while back to get a feel for the characters and how that scene would go down, and they nailed it with how they wrote Vanessa. So I asked them if I could post it. Some of the stuff here was written before we had other things established, so some things like Hatties’s age and how long ago they split might be inconsistent with other posts I’ve made, but Enjoy!
(also forgive me for the way i write my parts, I’m not as practiced at writing rip)
(MysticDoodles) Despite the warm paper cup in her hands, Vanessa couldn't deny the chill in her bones. It had yet to go away since that day in court, biting at her skin and hovering just at the base of her brain stem. It always seemed to grow colder whenever she thought about how she got here... the things she'd said. What she almost did to that poor briefcase jockey in the courthouse.
But it didn't matter, anymore. If anything, her mom was happy she lost that case. Losing her husband and... child had stripped away all excuses she had not to throw herself into her work, and her mother was happy.
Vanessa was not happy.
In fact, she was seething.
Luka took everything from her, that day. Her love, her place in their home. His adorable smile, his laugh... they weren't hers anymore. He only gave them to that- little gremlin. The parasite that took his love away from her, her precious nickname given to their daughter.
Nobody got to be Luka's princess except Vanessa herself. Never again.
She lost the custody battle and her efforts to take Luka's obsession away from him, but she was going to make sure he lost so much more.
Vanessa waited in the autumn breeze, her fingers clenching and unclenching around the coffee cup. Chestnut-infused Columbian. His favorite. A sister cup sat opposite the table, waiting for him. If he was brave enough to show his face. .
(DeusExMakena) He could see her from his car as he pulled into the parking space, sitting at a table by the large window at the front of the coffee shop. How long had it been now? Around five years, right? Hattie was barely a year old when they split.
He used to get so excited about meeting her, being in her presence, making her smile... and now the very thought of just getting out of his car and making eye contact with her left a pit in his stomach. As much as he'd loved this woman in the past, the way she treated their newborn daughter.... he had to stop thinking about it. Starting this meeting out in an angry mood wouldn't be a good idea.
With a sigh he finally willed himself to leave the vehicle, and just as he looked up their eyes met. The pit in his stomach deepened as he walked up to the cafe doors.
(MysticDoodles) The ice crept up her neck again. Vanessa forced it down, and put up a smile. No reason to start this off as cold as the ice in her veins.
Luka can see from her attire that she's doing rather well- financially, anyway. A thick coat against the autumn chill- or maybe from her heart, so closed off- and a scarf stuffed into her bookbag. Her mother must have improved her stipend, now that they split. What a beastly woman. It's pointless to ponder what-ifs at this point, but maybe if Vanessa's mother had been someone else... no. No point.
With one hand, she gestures to the chair opposite her. Empty and waiting. "Hello, Luka. I got your favorite. You're doing well?"
...the tenor isn't as friendly as it sounds, and feels more plastic than her smile appears.
(DeusExMakena) He hesitates, looking around the venue at the other tennants before wordlessly taking the seat across from her, mostly staring at the coffee cup in front of him.
Why is he having such a hard time looking at her?
"I'm... fine," he manages to force out as he takes the cup in both hands. Come on, man just get this over with and you can go home. "So uh, what brings you here?"
He wishes he could kick himself in the face for how out of place he feels, right now. What do you even say to someone you haven't seen in years, when the last time you saw them had been after an intense battle over the custody rights of the child you fought so hard to protect?
At least the warmth of the cup in his hands provides him with some reassurance.
(MysticDoodles) Something in Vanessa's smile twitches, but it's gone before he can really tell what it was.
"Oh- I just wanted to chat, catch up on old times, you know? I'm guessing the bar exam went well?"
...
Awkward silence, as Vanessa turns her smile away. She lifts her own coffee cup to her lips and takes a long drink, looking at the pavement.When she sets it down, there's a brief moment where her fingertips looked blue. It soon fades back into perfectly trimmed nails.
"...you know why I called you here, Luka. Don't make me lie to you." Her voice grows quiet, though pensive or frustrated is difficult to parse. "You were always better at lying, anyway."
(DeusExMakena) He squints slightly at that last remark and has to do enrything in his power to hold his tongue.
"I dont, actually. With the way things ended the last time we saw eachother, I was almost sure that would be it." he says, probably with a bit more venom in his tone than he should have used, but he was here for less than 10 minutes, now, and he could already feel his patience waning.
"But if you're really just here to reconnect, you'll have to forgive me" he takes a moment to swirl the cup in front of him before lifting it towards his mouth "I'm not very good at small-talk."
Chestnut-infused Columbean bean. Cream and Sugar. So nice to know that she never forgot.
(MysticDoodles) Vanessa smiles as he takes a drink. It's gone by the time he removes the cup again.
"...sorry," she says. Her stony expression shifts into a frown. This wasn't how she expected this conversation to go- but really, she had been expecting nothing, so no pain or gain thus far. "I'm not being very polite, am I? I guess I just- missed you, Luka. It's very different, going back to my mother's apartment after-... well. Being with you."
...
Another quiet sip. Vanessa runs her finger on the plastic cap.
"...do you miss the nights after we studied, when we'd just sit on the couch together and watch garbage movies?"
Before Harriet came along, she didn't say aloud.
(DeusExMakena) Of course he did, he loved her. And as much as he'd love to revisit those moments, to relive the sense of elation he felt when he got her to laugh over awkward acting and nonsensical writing... He just couldn't forgive her for what she did.
He sighs, opting to indulge in her to see where she's going with this.
"Yeah," He takes another sip, looking back down at the table "Sometimes I still wonder why that had to stop."
(MysticDoodles) There's no way he misses the way her fingers tighten on the paper coffee cup. Especially since it's accompanied by an audible pop of paper crumpling in a half inch, and liquid sloshing within.
"They did stop, Luka."
How could he be so blind?
"They stopped when you stopped spending them with me. You spent all your time with our daughter, and not with the loving wife who gave her to you. Don't you see how unfair that is? I deserved your time, too."
Vanessa sighs, her words almost chastising. It reminded of the times she shifted into 'disappointed mother' mode around Harriet. Their one year old, at the time, who didn't understand consequences for things like dropping a toy in the sink. She even had the nerve to sound hurt as she speaks those words.
(DeusExMakena) He is absolutely apalled.
"I-" he doesnt know why he cant find the words to respond. His eyes wide and his eyebrows furrow as he glares directly at her. He shouldnt be surprised by this, really, he saw this coming. Five years, and some things will just never change.
Luka pinches the bridge of his nose, he MARRIED this woman.
"I'm sorry, are we- are we really doing this again?" He sets his coffee cup on the table with a little more force than he wanted to, "You do realize you're getting jealous over a literal one-year old that we both agreed that we wanted to have. I'm her father, I'm sorry, again, for doing my job and raising our child."
(MysticDoodles) Vanessa's long-suffering expression hardens back into stone, pouting out her lip as once more, Luka shows no signs of budging on his stance. How very lawyerlike of him. To the bitter end, he would fight for his side of the case against the opposition. She wished they didn't have to be on opposite sides, anymore, yet here she was for the second time.
"Is it so wrong that I wanted to spend more time with my husband? All toddlers need to learn to share, anyway." Vanessa shrugs, as if this were no big deal. "You never spent evenings with me, anymore, Luka. Every night that you came back from graduate classes and networking with firms, you would go right to her. The honeyed words for me didn't come until dinner, if they came at all. And don't talk to me like I wasn't a good mother- I kept her out of trouble during the day, whenever I was out of rotation."
...
"How is my little Harriet doing? It's been so long since you've squirreled her away."
(DeusExMakena) No. No, no, no, he's not doing this again
"You..." He tries to hold his tongue, but peck, he doesnt want to deal with this right now. He feels his hands ball into fists "No. I'm sorry, no, you don't get to ask how my daughter is doing. You had every opportunity to join us, no one was stopping you from being happy but yourself! You wanna talk about sharing? Then why are you throwing a fit over a over a child spending time with her father?"
...
"She wanted a relationship with you, you know. It's... really hard having to explain to a five-year-old that she doesnt get to see her mother because she was too immature to realize 'oh hey! I could hang out with both my daughter AND my husband at the same time!'" He says that last bit in a mocking tone as he picks up his coffee and goes in for another sip, glaring straight at his ex-wife with pure exasperation.
(MysticDoodles) There he goes again. His daughter.
This time, Vanessa doesn't look away as she returns the glare. The medical graduate holds unflinching eye contact as she lifts her own cup and downs half the contents. Trying to make a statement, maybe? She always did have issues with competition.
"...so where does that leave us, then? You drink the coffee I got you, and walk away? Are you really so set on burning this bridge, Luka? Things can go back to the way they were, if you really want it that way. My stipend will get us through the rest of exams, and then we can live a good life together - high paying jobs, a comfortable apartment, as many dates and trashy movie nights as we want. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"
...she didn't say a word about five-year-old Harriet.
(DeusExMakena) Luka takes a moment to stare at her, eyes half-lidded and tired.
He picks up the cup and downs the rest of his coffee, before placing it back on the table and standing up from his seat, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Allow me to light the match for you."
With that, he turns towards the door, ready to leave. Why would he feel bad about burning a bridge that leads nowhere?
(MysticDoodles) Luka can hear the squeal of the metal chair legs as Vanessa stands abruptly from her seat. There's no click of heels on riverstone, but he knows she's got her fists clenched at her sides, watching him. She always did that when she was angry. Maybe this time she'd have some ice on her wrists, now that her abilities were public. She'd put less effort into hiding it after the court case, anyway.
"YOU'RE MAKING A MISTAKE!" Vanessa yells after him as he continues, stride unbroken. "You'll regret this! You won that case, but you'll always be my prince, and I'll always be your princess!"
But legally, she couldn't touch him, now. Luka and Harriet were no longer family. He knew that, and she knew he did.
...
Oh well.
The door closes with a crnk-ling of the bell, and the background noise of the cafe starts to fade back into her awareness. Or lack thereof. Everyone nearby was staring, not that she cared.
Stiffening her upper lip, Vanessa grabs her bag and loops it back over one shoulder. She pats the side, removing the scarf off the copy of 'Ancient Botanicals & You' she'd found at the antique bookshop, and tying the garment back around her neck. With one hand she picks up Luka's cup, and looks inside.
Empty.
A smile traces her lips as she takes it along with her own, and tosses them both into the trash can.
Now all she had to do was wait and see.
#ahit#a hat in time#ahit 'coffee shop au'#The Snatcher#Queen Vanessa#fic#fanfic#kiiiinda??#displacedentities#mysticdoodles#lemme know if i should tag anything
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Stex Appreciation Month: CB!
Can’t trust anyone these days, remember I can face both ways!
Ah yes, my url’s namesake, i finally had time to finish and post something lol i’ll post the others soon
Questions answered under the cut! This is extra long because he is my Fave and im Biased
Fave song: There’s Me hands down, the whole scene including That Was Unfair is just so good in establishing CB’s, Greaseball and Dinah’s characters so well, plus the melody is just*chef’s kiss* and the fact that its technically a villain song?? Love that, plus the parallels of him finding Dinah alone and upset and comforting and supporting her and lending her a hand up and sending her on her way after she’s cheered up, with post race 3 where he’s the reason Rusty’s alone and hurt on the floor, kicking him when he tries to get up (looking at you 1991 boot) and mocks and insults him, leaving him alone with his confidence broken as he leaves laughing. What an absolute bastard!! But when There’s Me is taken out, you don’t properly see his two sides, both the bad and good sides are important to his character! He’s a contrary dude but that’s just him! Plus the actual song has one of my fave melodies of the show, I can and do listen to the intro from the ost on repeat, plus that lil bit in the japan vid?? So cute?? And the contrasting styles to that and Wide Smile?? Amazing, love it
Fave actor: Once again my fave actor list is gonna be like 5 people lol, the great thing about C.B’s material is that his attitude and demeanour can change based on his inflection, movement etc so! Michael Staniforth is a given, his Wide Smile really demonstrates his range which imo not many others have been quite as good, plus what extremely little footage and photos there are of him he was extremely expressive and just fun to watch! I’ll also go with Peter Rees, Andrew Prosser, Hans Johansson, Oliver Rhoe Thornton (and what the heck let’s also go for early Kapa Kitchen and Daniel Ellison)
Fave ship: Ohh boy this is super self indulgent but CBGB honestly (has the fandom given it a nickname? Greaseboose?? idk) I love that in the older scripts him and GB high five (that us boot where cb does a lil jump to hit GB’s high five?? Adorable) and actually talk like friends?? Like Greaseball is a jerk to pretty much everyone and for him to be friendly with him is just sweet. Not to mention its Greaseball who tells his gang that CB’s a “mean machine”, is always calling out to CB in the races and a recent thing that clicked in my brain is that when CB says “what a race, what a team!” and GB’s like “shhh! ohhh you mean me and dinah?” like did he just think that CB was about to out that they were working together during the race to crash the other engines in front of Dinah so he shushed him, then realised he was talking about GB and Dinah?? then just the whole exchange after sabotaging Rusty?? Duet One Rock and Roll? That GB just lifts him up like its nothing then they just kinda sit on eachother?? Those two are in cahoots I tell you!! Plus to me i get the vibe that they’ve been working together for years?? I just love their dynamic haha (and CB’s the only one i think who calls him GB that’s so cute) oh and platonic CB/Dinah is top tier, I feel like Dinah’s a very emotionally honest person so CB would feel like he could actually trust her?? And thanks to the new megamix Canoose/Elektra can have one right, as a treat
Fave thing about him: His independence! All the other characters are very much driven by either winning the races or finding love (or both), and C.B. just...doesn’t care. What you “are” is a big deal in Stex, like the engines, coaches and freight all have their identities shaped by their titles, and that can influence how they feel about the above two subjects “nobody can do it like a steam train”, etc and looking at when C.B. does participate in the races him and his partner tend to take the lead so he is good at racing!! But he chooses not to in order to make his own fun (at the expense of pretty much everyone else). He also seems to have a level of self-awareness, take his verse in Freight for example, he knows that as a brakevan he has to essentially serve the freight train, perceptually at the back of the train. But instead he uses his “purpose” aka his brakes to not do what he’s been told and to disrupt the train, and gets away with it by presenting himself as the innocent helpful brakevan! He’s just doing his own thing, (poor Rusty but,,) good for him!! And of course I have to say again, his two sides, and the ambiguity of it?? Like is he good, bad?? He’s both and neither?? An absolute force of chaos, but it only really works when both sides are present. Plus he a cutie tehe
Random headcanon: I think he’s unnervingly observant, even moreso than Pearl, and has amazing peripheral vision. That and taking notice of things like vibrations on the rails he’s very good at telling whose around before they’ve fully come into vision. He’s always watching everything around him, and isn’t necessarily being creepy, he’s just trying to get as much info on the current situation as possible. I think he likes to have some control and be on top of things?? I also really like the ex-boxcar theory (I first saw this theory on the old bellesdomain forums, rip) and I think that maybe when he was converted it was very difficult for him, having to deal with people, and having the CB radio to control what he hears helps ground him and keep his thoughts less cluttered?? He might’ve also forgotten a lot of his boxcar days, so when he says “you know I’m to blame but you don’t know my name” maybe he doesn’t even remember his original name?? And never got a new one as just the Red Caboose, so he clung onto the CB radio to give himself a sense of identity when his previous identity was stripped from him?? IDK
Unpopular opinion: This wagon can hold so many spicy takes he’s not a murderer lol but at the same time i can see where people can think that considering the lyrics reference several real-life train crashes even if they don’t make sense for CB to be there which tbh I put down to Stilgoe going tehe railway incident reference! I think he’s travelled around a lot and done a lot of questionable things, and maybe he was responsible for those crashes in the stex universe?? or maybe he’s just lying?? he’s definitely responsible for some shit, but considering he crashes 5 (!!!) engines during that one race night and being publicly humiliated after race 4 he doesn’t get in trouble and besides, all those engines are back for light at the end of the tunnel, they’re fine lol. Another thing is that I haaaate how CB has like no agency anymore in the current version like everything he does is for money, he’s basically a henchman for the engines (and everyone knows what his deal is and he isn’t in train jail?? what??) and they got rid of the pre-race 4 bit “just for me, I’m in this just for me” (in that slightly twisted there’s me melody) and Electra desperately pleading “help me caboose, help me caboose” to just the generic “I’ll help you win” at the end and not really its own little bit anymore like he barely has his own motivations anymore, it actually makes me really sad :( it really just doesn’t feel like CB anymore, though his character has been really disjointed since like 2007 when they got rid of there’s me. He’s just kinda bland now, like before he instigated a lot of the conflict, now others tell him to do something and he does it. I could like him more if he had an ounce more depth, like why is he so motivated by money? Maybe go into that old vs new tech theme and bring up that now that there’s new tech that can do the job of a brakevan he’s now antiquated and has to go into crime to get by?? Idk just please give me something, I think CB’s always been a bit of a fan favourite because he had multiple layers to his personality but new boose just has a whole lotta nothing :/
Anyway let’s end on a positive note at least we got pride lighting and a solo in the megamix so that’s something I guess XD
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“You’re a little much for me”
A.N: So i disappeared for a month again and I honestly don’t know what I’m doing
Pairing: Lee Taeyong x female reader (I’m sorry i literally couldn’t avoid the pronouns) kinda Jaehyun but ???
Genre: ANGST kinda but idk if it should be called that
Warning: I know I said it was angst but really I just wrote words so it’s actaully very bad. Mentions of a dependant relation, smoking, but i didn’t develop any of it properly. Not readproof but i needed to psot something tbh.
Plot: I honestly don’t even know what the fuck i did here but Taeyong gives too much of himself for the girl he loves even when she won’t see. (None of this makes sense, actually, but pretend it made you sad somehow idk don’t read this rly)
Tears fell from her cheeks as she walked back home. Her feet hurt inside her shoes, she purposely wore them to look better even though she regretted it as soon as she walked a mile. Clouds gattered threatening to rain when she less expected it. Her heart ached in a particular way, and for a moment she really thought she might die from sadness.
Around her, groups of people walked together, laughing and couples would pass her by holding hands. Her hands were shaking as she looked for a cigarette in her purse, and took the lighter out of her pocket. She promised herself she wouldn’t smoke again, but that wouldn’t be the first promise she had broken today. Her phone rang, a text message from someone that she wouldn’t want to hurt by replying in a bad mood.
She felt dumb crying in the streets, grateful that she made everyone too uncomfortable to ask if everything was alright. The truth was that she wasn’t, she felt her life was falling apart, piece by piece, knowing perfectly well all that she was doing wrong, yet unable to do something to fix it. She felt like she was spiraling down to hit rock bottom, and she was hoping that as soon as she did, she’d have enough strenght to overcome what was going on.
Usually, she would call her boyfriend, but he was exactly the problem. Jaehyun was an amazing friend, beloved by her friends and family, a caring human and the best son to his parents, but he didn’t know how to be an okay boyfriend. He wasn’t a bad person, but he didn’t know how to be good to her.
He’d often excuse himself saying that settling down wasn’t in his plans, but he tried for her, and he expected her to understand and forgive him when he screwd up because she was a lot to deal with, like today, when she found him kissing another lady, she felt her heart breaking when he saw her too and played the “I didn’t mean you to see this and I’m sorry for that” card that he had use too much before followed by “I can’t handle you sometimes so it’s okay for me to do this”. She knew she loved him too much, she knew that he had hurted her too much this time, though.
“You know what? I literally can’t stand you this days, it’s not my fault you’re dependant, I don’t even love you anymore, I just can’t leave you because maybe you’ll kill yourself and then I’ll be the bad guy”
“You’re already the bad guy, Jaehyun” “I’m not, you’re overwhelming, you’re too much, I don’t know how I’ve been dealing with your shit for so long” Deffinitely not what you’d want to hear from your boyfriend of 3 years, but deep down she felt sorry for him, he was right, she was overwhelming, she was annoying and she was a little too much for anyone, even for herself, sometimes.
The phone rang again, you noticed it was a call and hesitantly picked it up.
“Can I see you tonight?”
“I’m not in the mood tonight”
“Please” he was pouting on the other side of the line “I’m outside already”
She ran as fast as she could, knowing that he never joked about being outside, not wanting him to be alone when it was about to pour, It was funny how much she cared about others too much, even when she wouldn’t care about herself. At least she knew he cared about her too, he was the person he truted the most.
Taeyong could read her like a book, he knew every breath of hers meant something, he knew something was wrong just by the way she walked, even when she greeted him with a wide smile. And she knew that he could never hide anything from him, she knew he would always be there for her, so pretending that everything was fine was pointless, she broke down when they were infront of eachother, he gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. Her teardrops wetting his clothes enough to mistake them from the raindrops, that couldn’t chose a more dramatic moment to fall. After a moment she was able to take her keys and they came into her cold apartment, the only thing that made that place be cozy, though, was her presence. “You smell like cigs again” He looked concerned, she quitted smoking some months ago, and they were both proude, it was sad that she went back to it again “Do you want to talk it out?”
“Not really” she boiled some water for tea and brought cookies to him “It was awful, it tastes like shit, I don’t miss it at all”
“I’m glad you don’t” he hated to ask but he knew he had to “How was your date?”
Her eyes watered immediately at the scene of him with someone else, and she didn’t want to hear what Taeyong had to say about it.
“It was alright, I guess”
“Good”
He felt awkward around her, no matter how cool he played it, he was weak for her smile, he could’t help his heart from beating too fast when she spoke, he knew how to hide it from her, but everyone else could notice the way he felt, even her boyfriend, which was the main reason that they hated eachother.
“Can we go to my room and cuddle?” Sometimes she left him speechless, for a long time he wondered if she knew and that was the reason that she gave him mixed signals, but he came to the realization that she was too nice to ever do that, she was just too friendly “Or whetever, honestly, I could use some sleep” “I was planning on watching this movie I got recommended, but sure” he followed her to her room, she crawled into the bed and patted next to her, when he layed next to her, he felt joyful and it took her a little to fall asleep. Taeyong felt complete next to her, he wanted to have her like that forever, and he wondered how many times Jaehyun had the chance to sleep with her before, bitter again because he knew he’d never have her.
It only took him five minutes to fall asleep too, only to be woken up by her phone ringing like crazy. She stood up and picked up too quickly when she read it was Jaehyun calling.
“I’m sorry, babe, I shouldn’t have say that, you know I loove you”
“I love you too, Jae”
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow and make it up to you, how about that?”
She knew, somehow, he was with someone else, she could feel it, she knew he meant nothing of what he was saying, but she decided to believe it anyway”
“You’re the best, I’ll see you tomorrow”
Those words shouldn’t have hurted Taeyong as much as they did, but it happened every time, she’d be “over him” and he’d think about confessing, and then Jaehyun would call her, because he was just as dependant as she was, he was too selfish to let her go, but not interested on her at all. Jaehyun liked to know he’d have her whenever he wanted to, without doing much to have her, he liked knowing someone needed him as much as she did, somehow.
Taeyong loved too hard, and he knew he was unable to move on, he knew he’d always love her, no matter how many times she made him feel like he was not enough. It was funny how he got hurted everytime but he came back for more, that’s why he couldn’t blame her for loving Jaehyun too much. He wondered if she’d move on the day he would move on, too.
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A.N: I DONT KNOW HOW TO USE TUMBLR ON A COMPUTER HELP . I’ll edit whatever needs to be edited, I wasnt able to add the song but of course “Liability” was playing while i was tying to write something-
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Imagine the Underfrogs being on the edge of Mod frog territory months after they're exile, and being confronted by a patrol or former colleagues. Imagine the patrol deciding to have a little fun with the so called Mistakes of Mod frog society. Imagine the Underfrogs kicking the ever living hell out of them, not only defending themselves, but eachother as well, and proving just how tough they are without Mod Frog society holding them back from their true potential.
Ohohoho, action with a dash of angst? Letting the frogs go stupid go crazy sounds absolutely great right about now.
Anon this is my type of prompt! I can’t *not* try to make a drabble outta this. I say, having no experience writing fight scenes whatsoever.
The group wasn’t sure why or how they were back on the edge of familiar territory, but the group was. It seemed like forever ago when they could consider it their territory, patrolling it with dragonflies hitched to cars, and wearing suits they kept in top shape.
It wasn’t like that anymore though and that brought bitter feelings as the group squatted in an alleyway; resting and trying to gather their thoughts. Truly was an odd feeling, being back in town.
Jamack frowned at his shoes. Even though his tie wasn’t the only one cut that day, it always did feel like a majority of the blame fell onto him. After all, he was leading the group on the assignment. An assignment he went out of his way for. It cost them all everything they ever knew.
Jamack looked up at the other two in his “underfrogs” group. It was a name Kipo had given the trio, wordplay on the “underdogs” trope humans were familiar with. It was something about people who seemed like losers rising to the top anyways. It made a faint smile pull on his lips.
Kwat was squatting besides him, for a moment it struck Jamack that they were much closer now than they were back with the Mod Frogs. Both literally and metaphorically, Mod Frogs never really got close to each other’s personal space. Yet here she was squatting practically shoulder to shoulder with him and he was okay with it. She had ditched her jacket and tie long ago, yet kept her dress shirt, it was still in good condition despite everything.
Jamack also kept himself in good condition. Sure his suit jacket was a bit torn still, but he kept it tied around his waist anyways. His shirt was still good, sleeves rolled up to his elbows like Kwat. His pants were a bit worn, but he wasn’t worried about them, they were built to last anyways.
Harris was across from him, squatting on top of a dumpster. He practically threw the Mod Frog dress code out of the window. He also ditched the jacket, but more noticeable was the fact that his shirt sleeves were torn off. It left a messy edge, jagging out. Harris said one was torn off in a scuffle and he just tore off the other one because having just one was weird. He also unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and rolled up his pants to his knees to avoid them being snagged in branches he was constantly jumping to and from.. It was certainly... A look. Jamack figured there was no way to ever guess he was once a Mod Frog, but he supposed that was partially the point. It took some time but Harris really warmed up to throwing the Mod Frog identity out of the window, thriving without it really.
Jamack caught himself starring at the vivid colors all over his body and turned away. He seems to have embraced all his “oddities” and it honestly made him look dangerous when he was dashing from the treetops. The bright colors screaming “watch out” when it was all he could catch a glimpse of while Harris is up in tree. He was truly threatening in a new way.
Not to say he and Kwat weren’t. Ignoring the fact how they all were always exceptional at their jobs and always defeated any foe with athletic precision, spending months in unfamiliar and dangerous territory really made the three of them get better at defending themselves. It reflected in their new appearances in a way. Kwat ditching her jacket allowed her shirt to show just how much of powerhouse she was. Harris’ torn sleeves gave him a new edge that reflected the rather feral energy he was regularly exerting, and with Jamack? He suppose rolling up his own sleeves showed just how ready he was to throw himself into fight if need be.
This group of underfrogs were certainly a force to be reckoned with. It made Jamack smile. Despite being exiled he couldn’t be happier being with these two. These two he’s learned to call his friends and treat like a family. He would’ve never guessed that it would make him so happy.
“Oh, there’s no way.”
Jamack’s inner thoughts and reflections was broken by a voice at the front of the ally. The three snapped their eyes at the sudden break in city quiet. Three frogs stood at ally opening, with one leader in front.
“Y’know, I know better than to have expectations when looking into alleys of this part, but this?” The frog gestured at the group with a wave of her hand. “Is just rich.”
The underfrogs stole glances at each other while the opposing group chuckled. Her voice was familiar and the outfits said Mod Frogs, surely it wasn’t...?
“Yvonne?” Harris questioned as he scanned the group, knowing he’s seen their faces before and trying so hard to place the names of the frogs flanking her.
“Oh goodie, you remember me. Red-eyed freak.”
The group bristle and stood up. The two frogs flanking her stood at the ready with the movement. This wasn’t going to be a friendly reunion in the slightest.
“What the hell are you three disgraces doing here anyways? It’s not enough you couldn’t have died, you just had to come onto our turf?” She put her hands on her hips.
”We’re just passing through.” Jamack said. Yvonne always had a habit to give a bite with her words, but Jamack was not gonna let that phase him.
“Ridiculous.” She snorted. “You should know better than to come even close to here.”
“Or what?” Harris spat out. Jamack figured he was remembering all the crap she used to speak of him when he wasn’t around. She did that a lot. Did that for practically anyone she didn’t like, though the underfrogs were regular targets back in the day.
She laughed. “Don’t even talk to me Harris. You look ridiculous. It was one thing to be around with those freakish eyes, but to have your shirt torn to match? Do have any shame? All it does is look like shit and show those weird colors you have. Couldn’t you have spared us the rest of your gross body?”
“That’s enough Yvonne.” Jamack stepped forward. “You could’ve just told us to leave instead of being so bitchy about it.”
“Aaaww~ The weirdo has gone soft for the freak.” She cooed with a smile.
Jamack grit his teeth as Kwat made a point to straighten up and shoot daggers from behind him. Harris held his new-and-improved bat with nails and spikes in front of him to make a point.
“Yvonne look.” The frog to her left spoke. “Even Kwat’s mad.” He chuckled.
“Aw~ Mad I’m insulting your little friends Kwat?” Seems like she’s taking jabs at everyone today. “Gross. Of course the freaks would stick together.”
“Are you done?” Jamack said, making no effort to hide his growing anger.
“You know, I really could be Jamack.” She smiled. “But that’s not fun. Plus, you three deserve every bit of insult I throw at you for being utter shameful pieces of shit-”
“That’s enough!” Jamack shouted. “You’ve made your point.”
The Mod Frogs raised their nonexistent eyebrows and chuckles.
“Getting mad Jamack~?” The frog from before spoke. “What, can’t take the truth? That you’ve disgraced yourselves?”
“It’s not like that.” Harris growled out.
“Then what is it like?” He spat back. “You failed. Got tricked. Fucked up so much at the pond with the mega bunny. You certainly weren’t being proper Mod Frogs. We’d never let that slide.”
“Fat chance!”
“You’re full of it.”
“Bullshit.”
The underfrogs were quick to not buy their confidence. They didn’t know what exactly went on that day. They doubted they would’ve done better. Those assholes were just talking themselves up and trying to put them down.
“Bold words coming from three disgraces.” Yvonne bit back, finally getting irritated. “You three really should’ve died out there, would’ve saved yourselves the trouble of embarrassing yourselves more.”
“The only embarrassment here is the frog being all talk and no bite our whole lives.” Kwat spoke up, letting a smile seep through.
It makes both sides pause for a moment.
“Excuse me!?” Yvonne was livid at the accusation.
The underfrogs smiled.
“Well yea. You’ve been running your mouth this entire time.” Harris grinned.
“Some Mod Frogs you are.” Jamack said with a chuckled. “I remember when we would’ve have outsiders captured or driven out within minutes of finding them, not spending time shooting the breeze. Or did things change when we left? Shame. Would’ve made most of my assignments a lot easier.”
Jamack was thrilled to see he was pissing off his former colleagues. Seems like Kwat and Harris were enjoying themselves too, judging by how much they’re snickering when Yvonne’s face brightly flushes and the other two had their mouths agape in shock.
“You got a lot of nerve Jamack.” Yvonne said, unsheathing her two daggers. “We can run you out easily.”
“Uh huh.” He tapped his foot. “Sure.”
“What, don’t believe us?”
“Considering you’re doing the thing where you talk a lot of shit but don’t actually do anything again? Yeah no, I’m not exactly threatened by you at this moment.”
“You should be.” Her tone takes a dark turn. “We could easily kill you three and you know it.”
As if to prove her point, the flanking frogs pull out their weapons. A mace and a metal staff. If the underfrogs weren’t on edge before, they were now. They’re confident in their skills and all, but Harris is the only one with a weapon at the moment.
“Really?” Jamack spoke carefully as he analyzed their positions to assess he and his friends’ options here. No matter what, there was going to be a fight.
“Really.” She said. “And we should.”
“Yea!”
“That’ll be some real fun, make up for what they did.”
It seems the Mod Frogs are itching for a fight now.
“It’s not like you’d be a challenge.” Yvonne said, letting her smile come back. “You losers were always odd. It was miracle you lasted into adulthood anyways. Weak and pathetic as you all are.”
“Still talking Yvonne.” Jamack said as he readied himself for the inevitable fight. “Feel free to put your money where your mouth is any day now.”
“Why you little-”
Yvonne lunged forward for Jamack but was intercepted by Harris’ bat smashing right into her jaw. It threw her to the wall as he readied himself for the other two frogs. The two went for Harris but the one with the mace was met with Kwat’s fist to the face and the other with Jamack’s tongue.
Jamack pulled the one with a staff back from Harris and kneed the frog in the side. Releasing his tongue’s grip on him, he then side-stepped to avoid being struck by the staff. The frog was moving fast, Jamack will give him that, rapidly swinging the staff trying to land a hit, but Jamack was too quick on his feet. Dodging wasn’t enough though, he wanted to teach these punks a lesson. It was one thing to be territorial, but another to try and take personal jabs at him and his pack.
Catching the staff after swing, Jamack pulled on it to bring the frog off his balance and deck him as hard as he could. Using the blow to the face as leverage, he wrenches the staff out of his grip and shoves him to the side. He shifts his focus upwards onto his friends. Kwat and Harris have their attention on the one swinging his mace about. At the corner of his eye Jamack sees Yvonne getting up from the wall.
“Harris!”
Hearing his name causes Harris to look back and dodge the blades just in time. Instead of swinging in retaliation he opts to jump over to get on the fire escape. Jamack watches as the sudden leap confuses Yvonne and takes his chance to strike. Using the staff to push himself forward with a vault he shoots out to kick her with both his legs. Stepping back as his land he swings the staff forward and upward to catch her head as she lifts herself up. He readies for another blow until the mace coming towards his head causes him to jump back.
Barely after registering the mace Jamack hears Harris let out a battle cry as he launches himself at the frog behind him. Not letting the battle noises behind him distract him, he shoots the staff out at his attacker with a mace, who manages to side step away from the staff only to be punched in the head by Kwat. Before he could swing the Mace at her, Jamack takes his opportunity to hit him in the side as hard as he could with the staff.
Judging by the pained cry, Jamack knows that one should leave a nice bruise.
“She’s up!” Kwat grunts out as she moves to strike the frog again.
Jamack turns and blocks the two blades coming at him with swings of the staff. He repeats the circling movement between hands as she keeps trying to land blows on him. He backs up but his eyes never leave the movement coming for him. The sound of a frog sliding across broken pavement tells him Harris got one helluva blow in. He smirks as he knows Harris is coming up behind him for another leap.
“Who’s pathetic now Yvonne?” His smile grows as he watched the already bruised Mod Frog get even more mad.
He’s right about Harris; there’s a flash of orange and blue that streaks over him as the tree frog aims his bat for Yvonne’s head. She quick enough to take her own jump back, just barely saving her head from what probably would be from a concussive blow. Jamack winced as he heard the bat collide with the weak pavement, sending bits upward but turns his attention back to the frog Kwat is dealing with.
He takes a moment to assess how occupied the frog is with Kwat and seeing he can easily make a move, he does so. Pushing forward he lands a blow on the frog’s eye, not doubting how obvious of a shiner that’s going to make, and smiling as the frog lets go of his mace. Kwat shoots her hand forward without hesitation to grab it and bring the spiked ball towards the frog in one smooth motion, shoving him to ground while undoubtedly tearing some of his suit.
The grunt of Harris pulls the attention of the two away from the frog on the ground onto him. His bat is locked with Yvonne’s daggers as he kicks away the now unarmed frog trying to land a blow on him. The kick only knocks the frog off his balance, which isn’t enough to stop him from coming back.
“I got Yvonne if you got him.” Jamack shifts his weight to get ready to jump.
“Deal.” Kwat said a smile as she swung the mace around her head, no doubt happy to have her favored weapon back in her use.
Jamack jumps to the wall beside Harris and Yvonne as Kwat lunges for the unarmed frog. He kicks off the wall to get behind her and swings the staff. She turns and takes the blow in her side, but lunges a swipe at Jamack before side stepping out from in between the two frogs. She takes but a moment to plan her next move. She jumps onto Jamack only to be met with the staff blocking her. Using that as leverage she jumps up with the intent to get over Harris and strike his back.
Only having to give Harris a jerk of the head to warn him, Jamack watches as Harris swings his bat to collide with her shoulder and use the momentum to push her to the ground. She hits the ground and tumbles. Jamack doesn’t miss how Harris grins upon seeing how he bloodies another frog. He doesn’t pay much mind to it as he’s vaulting with the staff again to kick at the frog that Kwat just stole the mace from rushing at them. Not breaking his stride that easily, Jamack swings the staff at the frog. They dodge that blow and the next as he tries to close the gap between him and Jamack.
He’s met with Harris’ bat to the side knocking him off balance. While Harris turns to refocus on Yvonne, Jamack takes a couple more blows at the frog, landing a few and successfully bruising the other frog. Just as he gets into a rhythm he shifts and shoves the staff to successfully jab at the frogs throat. The noise he makes in pain makes his own throat feel something. Ignoring the urge to rub at his throat his pushes forward to keep swinging.
“So much for us being the shameful ones.” He smirks as he lands another blow. “You’ve barely done anything to us!”
He hears Harris laugh from behind him. It spurs him on and gives an extra flair to his attacks. This was honestly too easy!
“Incoming!”
As if to physically prevent him from getting too cocky, the now severely bloodied frog he stole the staff from was launching his tongue at him. Easily side stepping the muscle, he rushes forward to strike the poor frog on the head. Hitting his mark, he takes the opportunity to his fist to deck him square in the nose. It knocked the frog back, likely seeing stars from the two blows.
“I think we’re making a mess here.” Jamack says with a smile as he surveys the two weaponless frogs. “We’re being absolutely brutal.”
“Savages!” Yvonne spits out as she dodges a blow from Harris only to have to side step another one from Kwat.
“Nah.” Jamack says as he steps closer to her.
Surrounded and with her back towards the wall, Jamack easily reads her eyes looking around as panic setting in.
“I think we deserve this.” He grins.
“Y’know, one could make the argument that the truly savage act was kicking out three frogs who only did their best for the pond.” Harris said as he bounced his bat in his hand.
“Mhm.” Kwat let a small smile peak for a moment in agreement.
Yvonne’s panic only increases as the three close in on her. With her two colleagues effectively down for the count, she was surely in for something truly brutal. Her quick breathing and panic muscles shifting about unmistakable to the group.
“Honestly Yvonne.” Jamack said after a moment of watching her panic. “The performance you brought to the table was disgraceful.”
Her eyes flicker from Jamack and the other two as he keeps speaking.
“I really hope this isn’t the show that’s suppose to represents the Mod Frogs.” His smile drops. “Or else we really lucked out getting out when we did.”
“What-”
“With lousy skills like that, how the hell does Sartori expect you to be of use?” Harris didn’t miss a beat in the jeering. “Geez, did we carry the whole group?”
“If this is the acceptable standard? Maybe.” Jamack smiles. “Must truly be a shame they abandoned their best members.”
“You were never-”
“A shame indeed.” Kwat finishes as she swings the mace at her.
She tries to move out of the way only for Jamack to hit her in the back with the staff. The two offer the perfect opportunity for Harris to bring down his bat on her head with enough force to make an impact so obviously painful that her cry makes even Kwat flinch in surprise.
Truly brutal indeed.
To really put salt in the wound, the underfrog trio tie up the bloodied frogs with their tongues, the other frogs to exhausted and beat to put up much of a struggle.
Between their appearance and the broken Mod Frog they’re left upon, the trio knows their message would get across just fine. They don’t even take the dragonfly, just release it so it’d go back to the pond and alert someone, bringing an audience to see the pathetic state the losers were left in.
Maybe now the Mod Frogs will realize the severity of kicking out loyal members.
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The one who’s possessif. | Newt Imagine.
Here we go with a very short imagine of very very possessif Newt who soon realized it was probably worth the actions.
Warning : None
Type : Fluff
It didn’t took you to long to realized two pairs of eyes directly starring at you. You tried yourself to look “innocent” enough to whoever you thought had been starring at you this long. A stare this deep you had swear to yourself it could easily drift someone into insanity. An insanity of rage or hunger? You never knew.
Minho who knew very well his second in command’s weird attitude shared a few laughs here and there about the whole situation. And of course the two of you decided it was a great way to make someone in Glade very jealous. That is, Newt of course.
Newt’s eyes kept glancing at the two of you as you cheered and shared jokes with one another. He on the other hand, sure didn’t like those special moments you shared with Minho. Especially right before his eyes.
“You okay, Newt?” Thomas approaches and in which he automatically followed Newt’s gaze. “Tommy, is it just me or Minho is having a little too much fun with Y/N?”
Thomas had a confused look on his face. “I mean yeah they are... Why can’t they? Is there’s something—-?”
Alby who now walked in the scene chuckled only to tap his second in command’s shoulder with a light squeeze. “Don’t sweat. Newtie and Y/N had this thing called /feelings/ yet none of them even bothers themselve to even admit so. One day god knows when. Because I’m getting sick of being their match maker.”
Newt didn’t even bothered to listen. He just, had it. Within a blink of an eye he walked over Minho and you having a blast of a moment together. That was until a hand grasps your arm and grabbed you to the Glade’s Garden, far away from the pairs of eyes whom with curiousity kept looking from a distance.
“Hey! What was that for!” You yelled in defense trying to pull yourself from Newt’s strength. You knew them well why he acted this way, yet it kept you intrigued.
Newt on the other hand said no words. His eyes glaring at you with pure rage and jealousy. “So, looks likes the pretty bird is spending more time with the Runner. Eh?”
Oh.... that what is what all about. Newt was... Jealous! With that a smirk then appeared which lead to the boy confused. “Your not... going to speak on your behalf?”
“Newtie.... I know you. Acting all brave and strong like that isn’t going to help the situation will it?”
And you were right. Even if Newt was acting all rough around you, you admitted yourself to missed the Old Newt you knew. Yes you did admit it was a turn on yet, just having to hear that sweet voice of his along with his delicate affections was all you could ask for. But... was it the same for him?
“But you and Minho seemed to be getting far too well and... it made me thinking about Gally’s advices and how to act more possessif like you said at the bonfire once. It was then when I got beyond mad when you got to spend a lot more time and attention to Minho. Y/N, I love you too much that even the thought of seeing you with someone who maybe seemed more hotter and more muscular than me. Is... I... I love you, Y/N.”
You were beyond shock. Had your words really did affected this much too being so unsure about himself? Just the thought of seeing the person you loved the most broken in pieces made you feel awful both mentally and physically. Your hand soon caresses his cheek a soft smile then appeared.
“Newt, Last night’s words that came from my mouth was just a pure fantasy and to show that yes some girls do prefer their partners by the physics over their personality and you know what? I completely disagree. Whoever made you think I actually liked it was definitely trying to make you either Jealous or make everything between us crumbling down again. I love you Newt... and there’s nothing that going change.”
In your mind you thought... was this a final declaration? Have the two of you now realized that you did in fact needed eachother? Not only in a friendly manner but more romantically? With no final words coming from your mouth, Newt’s lips soon crashes over yours for a deep kiss.
“I love you...” He murmured and there he was you thought, a possessif Newt has returned. “Don’t you there change for the world.” You then murmured along before kissing him back.
Your beautiful moment couldn’t last to long of course. Just a few steps away from where the both of you had been standing, a few cheers coming from the Gladers were heard. Especially Minho’s.
“Finally this shank asked the girl out! Man I was getting tired of being the Third Wheel of this plan.”
With that Newt looked at you confused yet pleased? Almost disappointed. “So this whole thing?”
“Oh shut up, it’s the least I could do.”
“Now kiss me.”
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Your Character Development Imagine
Season 1 Part 4
“Have I ever told you that I hate you?”you slumped down in the passengers seat of Stiles’ jeep. If you could even call it a jeep.
“Many, many times. In fact I think that’s the first thing you say to me when you see me”Stiles realised, raising his eyebrow slightly.
“Why are you mad? You just made me pay you 150 dollars to go to one party which by the way is not going to be fun because we have more important things to be worrying about”Stiles rambled on.
“You’re lucky you aren’t paying with your life”You retorted as you fastened your seatbelt.
“Sorry why do I even have to come? If you wanted moral support I’m not the person for it”
An idea flashed into your mind, you fluttered your eyelashes cunningly.
“Althoughhh, If you do want me to give you moral support that’s another 60 dollars for my services”you smirked.
Stiles almost choked on the oxygen surrounding him.
“Chill nerd I was kidding”you rolled your eyes before reaching forwards to turn up the music that had been playing in the background.
Stiles also reached forwards, turning the music back down to it’s original volume before facing your briefly.
“If we’re gonna be working with eachother we need to make some rules”Stiles nodded.
You snorted, suddenly realising that Stilinski was in fact being serious.
“I don’t play by the rules, especially if they are made by you”you informed the teen, who was trying his hardest to keep his eyes on the road.
“Well if you want my help you’re gonna have to compromise”Stiles tutted in response.
You found yourself mumbling profanities.
“Fine”you sighed.
A grin spread across Stiles’ face, a small smile made its way onto your own face but it quickly disappeared when you realised what was happening.
You were smiling. For once you were genuinely smiling.
“Fantastic okay rule one, you’re not allowed to call me names anymore”Stiles chirped.
“No”you shook your head.
“What do you mean no?!”Stiles gawped.
“When I call you names, it’s because I want to punch you-probably for your stupidity-so by all means if you want to make that a rule I’ll have to start punching you instead”you raised your eyebrows.
“R-right, well in that case s-scrap rule number one”Stiles spluttered out trying to shuffle over in the drivers seat, creating distance between the two of you.
“That’s what I thought”you hummed smugly.
“Rule one is that we have to spend time together so that I can observe you”Stiles stayed.
It took a second for the two of you to register what he had just said. You looked over at him, your nose scrunched up in disgust.
“I didn’t mean it like that!”Stiles exclaimed quickly.
“Sure thing Stilinski I knew you were stalking me”you teased.
“I’m your lab partner not your lab project”you added.
Stiles had noticed that recently there had been moments where you had been more playful with him. Not that he was complaining . In fact it made him more intrigued he wanted to know you.
Not the angry, misunderstood you, he wanted to know the y/n that people rarely got to see. Deep down Stiles believed you weren’t as bad as everyone made you out to be.
“I’m serious though, how am I gonna help fix this if I don’t personally see what’s going on with you”he said.
“I was kinda hoping that you’d do your own independent research throughout the week and then email me a report every Friday”you answered resting your head against the jeep window.
“I’m sorry y/n, this is a rule I’m just not getting rid of”Stiles put his foot down, quite literally aswell. Sending you flying forwards in your seat, you sent him a glare. The moon was rising and you had to get to this party before anything happened to Scott, or anyone else for that matter.
“That means I’m gonna have to see you and Scott everyday”you groaned.
“Look, you and Scott are going through the same thing. You never know you could help eachother” Stiles spun the wheel.
“I really doubt that”you whispered to yourself.
When you arrived you were immediately taken back by the sight of drunken teenagers, literally everywhere. The stench of alcohol and sweat invaded your nostrils and your ears practically started to bleed because of the loud music.
This wasn’t your scene at all, you shuffled closer to Stiles, leaning over slightly.
“Stiles, about that extra 60 dollars. I don’t think I’m joking anymore”you shouted over the music.
You sensed someone approaching you from behind, your eyebrows furrowing together and your fists clenching. The smell of perfume and anxiety circled you.
Stiles noticed your discomfort, he also took note of your glowing eyes. They were a brighter shade of grey this time. All of the smells and noises around you became intensified by a hundred, proving that a full moon really did effect the supernatural.
“Y/n, is everything okay?”he grew concerned.
“Yeah”you managed to reply through gritted teeth. You’re headache began to grow stronger along with the music.
“Okay rule number two, always be honest with eachother”Stiles gripped onto your shoulders.
“Rule number three, no touching”you pushed him away gently. The sense that someone was coming your way never left you.
“Y/n, I want you to stay right here. I’m going to find Scott”Stiles pointed towards the house before walking away.
“Don’t you dare leave me all alone at this stupid part- I’m going to kill him”you spoke to yourself realising that your protests weren’t getting you anywhere.
As if on queue you felt a tap on your shoulder, the perfume was almost intoxicating you. You spun around to see a very lost Allison Argent. So that’s who you had been sensing.
“Uh hi y/n right?”Allison sent you a friendly smile.
You shoved your hands in your pockets, sighing.
“Yeah that’s me, although I wish I wasn’t me at the moment”you mumbled.
“I thought you weren’t coming?”she laughed.
“I heard it was family night”you raised your eyebrow at the brunette, you’d overhead Scott’s conversation with Stiles earlier that week about Allison not going to Lydia’s party.
“You got me there”she laughed lightly.
Silence fell upon the two of you, both stood awkwardly. For a moment you could feel Allison’s emotions all at one time, she was confused and angry. You knew it wasn’t any of your business but something urged you to turn to Allison.
“What’s wrong?”you asked, not really experienced in the whole giving advice thing. You regretted asking the second after you opened your mouth.
“Is it that obvious?”She looked up at you, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Yeah I can kinda tell by the look on your face”you lied, you’d actually been able to tell from a mile away you’d felt what she’d felt and it terrified you.
“That makes the two of us then”her eyes flickered towards yours for a second before she started to talk.
“What’s the deal with Scott?”she blurted out.
Your mouth dropped open, you couldn’t really tell her everything, that would be ridiculous she’d never believe you and she would definitely never speak to Scott again. Not that you actually cared. It would just be complicated.
“Scott? He’s just going through some things at the moment I guess, but Allison I’m not really that close to him but I can see he really likes you. Just don’t give up on him yet”you found yourself defending Scott for a moment, you didn’t know why though.
Allison didn’t understand why you were always alone
She responded with a nod, shooting you an award winning smile.
“Hey, do you want to come inside and have a drink with me and Lydia?”she offered.
“Uh I think I’m gonna have to pass, I’m waiting for someone, speaking of I should probably ring them”you noticed the time and you realised that you really were going to commit murder.
“Maybe I’ll see you around then?”Allison asked hopefully as she leant in, wrapping her arms around you. You stood awkwardly for a moment, frozen to the spot.
You patted her back slowly, slightly frightened at what was happening.
“Yeah maybe”you replied quietly.
As Allison walked away back into the party your eyes became fixated on Lydia’s house, without getting too close your eyes fixated on one of the windows downstairs. Green pupils peirced through yours and you got a weird vibe.
Derek Hale stood watching you, he didn’t show any emotion and it was weird because you couldn’t read him like you had Allison. It was almost like he knew what was happening because he furrowed his eyebrows at you before disappearing back into the crowd.
You began to embark on a quest to find out who Derek Hale actually was when you heard a cough come from behind you, you spun around to see Stiles Stilinski leant against Roscoe his arms folded.
“How did you-?”you looked back at the house trying to figure out when Stiles had left the party.
“What is up with everyone tonight, sneaking up on me it’s creepy”you complained.
“I never sneaked up on you, I’ve been here for a while now”Stiles confessed.
“How long?”You asked raising an eyebrow.
“Well long enough to know that you don’t give yourself enough credit, you did really well giving Allison advice”he sent you a nod, he was lowkey proud of you.
“So you were watching the whole time and you didn’t think to save me?!”you exclaimed angrily, you wouldn’t have been put in that awkward situation if it wasn’t for Stiles.
“You didn’t need my help, you were doing great by yourself”he protested.
“So did you find Scott in the end?”you asked as you opened the passengers side door.
“No y/n and I’m freaking out help me”Stiles whined.
“Well considering Allison was alone and she’s pissed maybe he bailed on her and went home?”you suggested.
Stiles clicked his fingers at you.
“Genius, why didn’t I put two and two together?!”he questioned himself as he sped off in the direction of the McCall house.
“Take me home first”you groaned.
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Recap Post
So I’ve had a couple requests for what the fuck has happened so far from newer people to our dandy set of blogs, here it is! Keep in mind this is all mostly improv so if it’s a bit all over the place then oops lol rip. (Older people and other today blogs, feel free to yell at me if I miss anything.)
NOW INCLUDING LINKS TO CERTAIN IMPORTANT THREADS
The three not main characters in the bmc group are:
Madeline, Thalia (George’s character from Smartphone Hour), and Dustin Kropp
Let’s start at the beginning, a very good place to start :)
So the first activity of these blogs is nothing special, just silly conversations, teasing each other, and because no one is together yet, flirting. But eventually, people pair up so those people are...
Brooke x Rich, Michael x Jake and Dustin x Jeremy
Thalia asks Jeremy and Mr Heere if she can move into their house because she has an abusive father she wants to get away from, they say yes and now she lives with them. Sometime after this Thalia pairs up with Madeline.
Jake and Chloe keep having childish arguments because they are both still salty about thier past relationships. Jake brings up how Chloe sexually assaulted Jeremy at the Halloween party last year. Tension happens between Chloe and Jeremy where they both think the other hates them.
After a bit Thalia and Madeline break up, this causes Thalia to spiral and she gets a Squip. She is very clearly not ok and whenever anyone tries to reason with her she says she doesn’t need help because she’s perfect. Then, of course, it goes wrong because it always does and she starts threatening to murder Jeremy, whenever Dustin tries to scare her off she does the same to him. There’s a massive completely improvised fight scene at Jeremy’s house (we were all freaking out on the mod discord lol), in which Chloe gets a concussion, Rich nearly gets murdered and Thalia tries to force feed Jeremy Mountain Dew Green...
When everyone wakes up the next day you have some cute shipping junk between some of the couples since their SO was nearly killed. Chloe and Jeremy realise they both don’t hate each other because they actually TALK TO EACH OTHER TO FIGURE SHIT OUT.
Meanwhile, Chloe and Madeline have clear romantic chemistry and everyone can see it but them, they ‘fake’ flirt and go on ‘fake’ dates while saying ‘I cAn’T POsSibLY sEE HoW ShE cOUld LIkE mE’. It’s cute, we all love it.
But it goes wrong when Chloe says that Madeline should keep some distance from her because she’s scared of whatever’s going on between them and that obviously hurts Madeline because they have become really close friends since the blogs started. Madeline spirals like Thalia did and gets a squip, but this time only Chloe is there to help her. Dustin was going to help but Jeremy keeps saying that he can’t go and he’s scared and he doesn’t want ‘this’ so being a good boyfriend, Dustin tries to help him. Jeremy just tells him there’s nothing wrong and Dustin should go help, Chloe. Dustin doesn’t like being left in the dark so he goes (unhappily) but he doesn't get there in time to help Chloe (I SWEAR THIS IS IMPORTANT LATER, https://todays-jeremy-heere.tumblr.com/post/179026525980/jeremy-whats-going-on-why-are-people-saying-i). So Chloe and Madeline have a fight scene and Squip!Madeline loses. (https://todays-chloe-valentine.tumblr.com/post/179030653474/listen-up-you-tic-tac-bitch-chloe)
When Maddie is in the hospital with her you get some really cute lesbian time with Chloe talking to a sleeping Madeline and what not its cute. https://todays-chloe-valentine.tumblr.com/post/179068636659/14102018
Eventually, the two of them (FINALLY) get together <3
Meanwhile, Jeremy’s mental state is getting obviously worse (posts with crossed out text, talking to ‘himself’, stuttering more, ect ect.) but whenever anyone tries to see what’s wrong he gets very defensive to the point of being kinda rude.
Dustin tries to get him to open up one final time, Jeremy says some stuff he shouldn’t have and Dustin breaks up with him, https://todays-jeremy-heere.tumblr.com/post/179194061640/101818 (Note, Dustin was completely justified and not an asshole, Jeremy was hurting both of them. https://todays-dustin-kropp.tumblr.com/post/179194994713/seriously) This sends both of them into a bad place where Dustin is pretty empty and Jeremy is panicky and defensive (and it's very obvious his squip has reactivated, https://todays-jeremy-heere.tumblr.com/post/179216021025/this-is-your-fault-n-no-he-deserves-better-than ).
Chloe and Dustin are good friends so she and him help each other out with their shit its sweet.
Whenever people try to help Jeremy he lashes out and gets very defensive. It’s very obvious at this point that during the fight with Thalia he was squipped, he talks to himself and flinches at nothing, but whenever anyone accuses him of that he adamantly denies it. He refuses to drink mountain dew red.
Chloe tries to talk to him but he yells at her and when she calls him out he starts stuttering an apology and she goes ‘Jesus stop stuttering like that.' This is the wrong thing to say to someone who spent almost a year of their life shocked whenever the speech impediment that they cannot control showed itself. Jeremy gets fucking pissed, obviously. (https://todays-jeremy-heere.tumblr.com/post/179285070845/hey-uh-ive-checked-up-on-dustin-but-how)
Madeline sends him a ‘not so friendly suggestion’ to not shout at her girlfriend. When Jeremy says how she commented on his stuttering Madeline mocks him with a fake stutter and is no help whatsoever. She says she’s sorry that they care enough to ask him what’s wrong. Jeremy has asked multiple times that they treat him like they usually do, even when he’s going through a bad time because he wants one constant thing so he says ‘If you cared about me you’d leave me alone.’ (https://todays-madeline-monroe.tumblr.com/post/179286238797/hey-unfriendly-demand-dont-fucking-yell-at-my)
Jeremy gets worse, anons try giving him an intervention, doesn't work. Chloe tries apologizing but she accidentally makes Jeremy have a mental breakdown which is always fun.
Meanwhile, Thalia finds out that a guy from her English and PE classes got her pregnant. Her mum also died, Chloe is very supportive to her and lends her a dress for the funeral. She generally isn’t having a very good time right now but everyone she knows is being so nice to her and she’s very grateful. (https://todays-thalia-mcarthy.tumblr.com/post/179404119923/hey-i-need-to-borrow-a-dress-for-my-mothers)
In preparation for Jake’s party, Dustin lets Jake know that he’s allergic to red food dye so that it isn’t in any of the food and Dustin doesn’t need to go to the HOSPITAL.
Jeremy and Chloe made up, Jeremy apologises for yelling and Chloe apologises for commenting on his stutter. They end up hugging and Chloe lets him know that even though he wants to be left alone she’s still there for him, when Jeremy starts replying with an explanation of why he can't really talk about it his squip shocks him. Rather than freaking out Chloe calmly deals with it and Jeremy indirectly confirms that he does indeed have a squip. They establish a code so that they can talk about it, green = its talking, yellow = it shocked me, and red = help. Madeline (who acted a lot worse) still hasn’t apologised and Jeremy is still mad at her. This is the post where this goes down >>> (https://todays-chloe-valentine.tumblr.com/post/179403825299/h-hey-i-im-sorry-for-s-shouting-at-you)
Chloe finally gets Dustin to open up about how he’s feeling because up until this point Dustin has just been taking care of everyone but himself. Dustin accidentally implies he’s a murderer to get Chloe to not call him an ‘egg’ but they resolve it. He isn't a murderer (probably). Chloe is everyone’s mother. (https://todays-chloe-valentine.tumblr.com/post/179437193524/someones-been-anonymously-flirting-with-your-ex)
Chloe encourages Dustin to talk to Jeremy and sort their shit out but it goes wrong when Dustin kisses Jeremy twice and Jeremy, who did not consent to that, yeets outta there because he was not ready to do anything like that with Dust bin again and he goes to Chloe’s house and he is obviously upset and he says he feels ‘gross’.
Chloe mother is having none of that shit so she goes to yell at Dustin, she told him to talk to jeremy not to kiss him. Chloe is very mad and not thinking straight (me neither chlo) so she kisses him to try and do a tase of your own medicine type thing but Dustin is just like ‘ew im gay’. Everyone is annoyed at Chloe for this because WHAT THE FUCK CHLOE DO NOT KISS A GAY GUY WHEN YOU ARE A GIRL ESPECIALLY WITHOUT CONSENT.
Madeline, her gf, says that she is terrified of how easily Chloe can hurt people like that and she breaks up with Chloe.
So now Chloe is kinda spiraling but she doesnt get a squip because she’s not AN IDIOT.
Jeremy and Dustin kinda make up, Dustin is obviously extremely sorry and Jeremy gets the circumstances and is way too forgiving in general but yeah. It’s unspoken that they are ok with eachother but they boht kinda silently agree to forget that ever happened and to move past it.
Thalia in general isn’t very mentally ok and she tries to kill herself by jumping off a bridge but Dustin saves her.
AND THAT’S WHERE WE ARE NOW FUCKERS HAVE A NICE DAY.
#yell at me if i miss something#recap post#i will update this as the story goes on#original recap post
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