#hint- it aint the older one

[hazel2468]

I love it when people are like- “Ugh you ship this good looking, rugged, will-burn-down-the-world-but-loves-you man with this younger woman? What are you, a pedo?”

And I’m over here like oh buddy. Friend. Pal.

You have VASTLY misunderstood who exactly I am projecting onto with the fury of a thousand suns here.

[fvkvrodani]

au where everything is the same except arthur survived... & heres how it can happen:

the fight w micah happens,, but arthur manages to hurt micah really badly w a knife to the knee & cracked some of his bones by slamming him against the rocks (they were fighting near a crevice at the mountain top...... arthur couldve literally just slammed micah against the edge of the crevice & made him bleed heavily from his head or smth).

so the fight isnt as one-sided ish as in canon. its now even bc yea arthur can play dirty too during a fight for his very life. he aint above stabbing ppl w a knife, cmon now.

so the fight happens w a whole lot of injuries sustained by both men. everything goes down the exact same as in the game.

arthur doesnt die; he passes out from his injuries. charles & sadie go back for him while tilly stays w the marstons. they got to him & took him to a doctor just in time for the doc to heal his wounds... altho the doc wasnt very optimistic abt arthur's chances of survival, charles & sadie still took the chance anyway.

they move to live in a cabin in the woods, a little far from civilization but not completely secluded bc arthur still needs access to meds & the doctor. charles & sadie tell the marstons + tilly abt this, & only tilly goes over to live w charles sadie & arthur while the marstons wanna start over & keep things on the down low. (john pays off his own bounty w the money arthur gave to the marstons, so now hes federally pardoned.)

several months pass & arthur gets a little better. he still has tb tho... but its more manageable now than it was before. he gets into an argument w tilly charles & sadie bc they wanted to stay w him while he, very self-deprecatingly, told them to just leave him alone in the cabin & go live their new, free lives now.

they, ofc, didnt listen bc "shut tf up arthur. we wanna stay w you bc we care abt you. you did everything for us... allow us to care for you. not that we wouldnt even if you didnt allow it." in sadie's words... more or less.

tilly still gets her happy ending, marrying a lawyer & all tho... it just happens very later on after arthur got better & was federally pardoned too. he attended her wedding as the man who walked her down the aisle & he was definitely, 100% bawling his eyes out bc thats his baby sister getting married!!!

mary & jamie gillis learn of arthur's survival when they saw him, charles, sadie, & tilly in... whichever town they all ended up in. tilly immediately had her guard up while charles & sadie were more welcoming to mary & jamie bc. theyve no fucking idea what the history is. arthur was... equally happy & wary.

mary didnt want his help this time tho!! she was just worried abt him. the two of them talk things out & mary finds out that arthur gave away the proposal ring to john; she was so happy abt that... but also sad.

jamie, on the other hand, was hint hint nudge nudge-ing the two of them—like hell is he gonna let this new opportunity for them go by! not like before. he might as well put matchmaker in his resume after graduating university bc of how he was trying so, so hard to make mary & arthur go on dates. (he just wants his own little family back...)

tilly wasnt happy abt any of that but she just. threatened the gillis w a smile on her face that if they did anything to her older brother, theyll be hearing from her personally :)))) & its not gonna be pretty :)))) so mary better not hurt him again :))))

(it was during that moment that sadie & charles realized how alike tilly & arthur are.)

anyway this is getting long to tl;dr: arthur survived bc of charles & sadie. then mary & arthur do, in fact, end up together again & this time... it works. it finally works. just like arthur promised her.

[mewpathy]

FINALLY. THE REASON WHY I MADE THIS SIDE BLOG. HER.

Been having a TON of brainrot from TOH again and my old mlp next gen habits kicked in sooooo... yeag

More ab her under the cut bc WOOOO BOY i have SO MANY THOUGHTS ON HER

So! I think I should begin with just the fact that she is, for lack of a better term, a anomaly. Grimwalkers have never been recorded to reproduce- on top of her being a weird mixture of not really human and not really witch... Uncanny valley for both species yk?

Hunter and Luz were in their mid-20s when Luz got pregnant with Lunala,, which was a shock for both. More Hunter than Luz lmao she was cruising. At the time the two had just started up a cultural exchange of sorts with the human realm so on top of the stress of new baby... yeah it was a time.. Doesn't help that halfway through Luz's body was like- smth,, smth aint right and so while not on bedrest, she did have to tone down her activities and now, with medicine advancing, many theorize that the left over Titan magic in her is the only reason she survived.

Then out popped Lunala! Lil freak of a girl. Hunter cussed out the fact hes a clone bc bby girl gots her wack goofy ahh cousin(?)s blue eyes- Phillips last F u lol- the yellow from Mama only started coming out when she turned 4-ish. On top of that, she got the staple four digits with pawpads all Grimwalkers have and EXTREMELY horrible equilibrium and thermoregulating ability. She is bundled up 24/7 and cant walk without her cane. Messed up gal.

Due to the irregularities of magic during her formation her bile sac cannot filter magic properly- some days she'll be equal to a fully grown witch and others she'll be bedbound due to her own bile sac essentially leaking the excess out of her when a usual one would get rid of the "used up" magic via normal ways- another reason why she uses her cane. On top of this, the excess magic (if she hasn't used any in a while) starts to drip out of her mouth, being almost acidic. A fine line she has to walk between literally spewing acid and being poisoned by her own body. She survives tho! Also her teeth too big for her gotdamn mouth,, queen of braces

BUT OH HO HO. THIS DOES NOT STOP HER FROM BEING A LIL CREECHER. A GOOFBALL. A MENACE. She looks /TERRIFYING/ when happy/scheming but genuinely means well- taking her Mama's words to heart- "It becomes bullying when no one but yourself is having fun" and essentially tries to make others laugh/be in a good mood,, unfortunately a lot of people find her to be unnerving- only really finding a few good friends in Ophelia- Willow and Amity's adopted daughter-, King, Collector, and a school friend Ricardo- a human on the Boiling Isles via the cultural exchange program.

Outside of other's around her age, she gets along with her parents and family wonderfully! Lunala can be very quiet when she wants too and has found a particular gift for essentially reading people and being able to help them- magical therapist if you will. On top of exploring the human realm with her Auntie Vee (Who has become a cross country explorer and nature conservationist), she has a hell of a time helping her Dad practice for his games or his most recent pailsman carving, or helping her Mama document the entirety of the Boiling Isles or be a proof reader for her Mama's books. Fun stuff!

Her pailsman- Manny- is named after Luz's dad, after seeing pictures her Abuela left out. Manny and Lunala are two peas in a pod- with both being seen as unnerving. On top of that, Manny being a King Cobra gives a slight hint to Lunala's... less than spectacular anger. She doesn't get angry often but when she does her bile sac works overtime with the amount of adrenaline she gets from her anger, which, of course, leads to the acidic overspill and very... unsightly view.

As she gets older, and learns to control her anger more, she'll become a terrifying politician both in the Boiling Isles and in the human realm and hobbyist child psychologist.

ANYWAY ITS MIDNIGHT AND I GOTS SCHOOL BYE HOPW YALL ENJOY THIS RANT

[justageneralsimpindeed]

Mappa did this on purpose.Those who read this early I have not finished this the internet just hates me an decided to post my work early.

Tw:rough sex,hints of jelousy,established relationship, hair pulling,random weird man,mentions of aftercare,choking,breeding kink,face sitting,fingering,mentions of children,cockwarming,loss of virginity,The last line if ya know ya know

"Y/n, Im home,"Nanami called out.But all he had gotten as a response was silence.Odd.You normally greated him when he came home,that's what nanami thought, so when he walked through the house to see you weren't there,he began to worry.Was this his punishment for being engaged while a jujutsu sorcerer.

He paced around calling out your name until he spots on the frigde as he walk into the kitchen a note he hadn't before noticed.

"Babysitting.be back by 8, food's in the oven. See you xoxoxo <3"

Although he feels the urge to sigh on how you didn't text him prior,he feels a sense of warmth at your words scribbled across the back of a torn piece of scrap paper you had found somewhere.Did this mean he wasn't going to track you down and watch over you. Nope!

After a while Nanami found himself outside a small house in Yamanshi-Cho. knocking on the door and waiting for a reply.When it doesnt come he peers through the window knowing that what he is doing is inappropriate but for you he has too.Only when he seeks you out does he find a child laying on your chest sleeping soundly with you.He chuckles as he leaves the window,image of you snoring,drool slipping past you lips,neat hair a mess.

"Um excuse me?Do you have any business here?"Voice asks with peaked curiosity,as nanami turns he sees an elderly man with teeth black or missing , back hunched and frame leaning on a cane. "Yes, im here for my fiance, I brought her lunch" he says lifting up the paperbag,with a stoic expression on his face.

"Prove it."

"Excuse me."

The tension had somehow built to an immesurable peak, and Nanami couldn't help but notice how the man before him reaked with envy.

"What is your issue with me being here?"

"CAUSE THATS MY FUCKIN DOOR!"

"Im just trying to deliver food to my fiance-"

"Your bitch aint here!"The elderly man swaying drunkly yells causing a ruckus.

The door opens to said ruckus revealing your slightly tired form and a child no older than three held against your hip in your arms. "Mr.Horuda,you're back,"and as if on que he flips a switch,voice turning into a sickly sweetness as he attempts to flirt with you,nanamis fiance,right infrony of him."Is it me or have you turned into a model from the time I left,"You giggle nervously as you hand him back his grandson, with sad eyes "Sasuke-tan , unfortunately we can't play now but I'll see you soon.Thank you Mr.Horuda for letting me take care off..."Only at that moment had you seen nanami,looking as aloof as you left him."Nanami?!What are you doing here?!"

"I came to pick you up.I brought food."He says as he begins to walk away,you give sasuke one final hug before you run off to catch up to nanami "Bye bye sasuke!"You call out,waving over you shoulder,just in time for you to see him repeatedly opening and closing his fists babbling at you.

"Nanami did you pick me up just so could take me on a date to meguro-gawa?"You giggle pinkies intertwined as you walk down the pavement with him."Actually I wanted to dicuss something."are the words that leave his lips that intrugue you."I want a baby,"nanami starts your face flushes, as you begin to fully comprehend what he means."I specifically want a baby girl,but a boy is fine."

"W-what where did this come from?"

"From seeing you babysit,you were upset that you had to leave sasuke,"Nanami pulls you down onto a nearby bench,fully taking your hands in his own,eyes watching you red face begains to become somehow redder. "Nanami-kun..."You whisper,trying not to bring any attention to the two of you. "Of course if you don't want one,ill wait until your ready even if its forever." He mumbles out scooting closer to you."But understand this ,i will be at yout side no matter the choice."You feel yourself flush as you hug him burying yourself into his chest."Marry me,"

He lets out a soft chuckle "You already asked me and I said yes"

"Then marry me now"You pout lifting up your face to meet his,the sudden boldness making him flustered.

That's how you ended up at a love hotel in meguro,nanami pounding into your tight,virgin pussy,despite him not wanting to hurt you.But you loved it.Every second of it.

"Shit!I'm going fill you to the brim,my love."Yoir faced only flushed further at his words as he rammed into you,ass turning red from the constant slapping of nanamis thrust. "Na-Nanami,ah!"a sudden yelp leaves your lips as you squirm due to nanami hammering his cock into your cervix. In an attempt to hold you still he moves his hands from wrapped just under you breast to bruising you hips,but not even that worked so he did something you didn't expect but certainly didn't mind.

He grabs a fistful of your hair,pulling you back to him as you try to crawl away,spasmming from overstimulation."Kento-Ah!"You yelp out as his cock pummels your cervix.

"Good girl,suck me in an- nghh let me breed you..hmph!Shit!"He groans pausing every word to knock the air out of his lungs as your cervix's life seem to flash before its eyes.Your crying and shaking,tounge lolled out with your eyes rolled back from hours upon hours of cumming.

He'd thrown you on the bed when you had gotten to the love hotel,nipping at your neck as he had slipped you out of your clothes(constantly asking for reassurance of you being comfortable) and began to finger you with his thick fingers.At first it was one and within the span of five minutes he was prodding a fourth at your hole,tounge sucking at the bundle of nerves and eyes staring at your tear filled one before you dragging you to sit on his face demanding to be suffocated by your glorious mass if he was to die.

As you find yourself cumming for the fifth time you can't help but wonder how did you get into this,with your love ramming into your womb whispering sweet praise into your ear from behind with his hand either pressed around your neck like a necklace or his hand yanking on your hair like the reign to a horse when you try to escape.

You barely remember when you had been knocked out from nanami's thrust but you do remember how his sculpted torso pressed against yours as he collapsed by your side after a few seconds he wipes your hair out of your face ,lips gently planting a kiss on your lips .To which you smile"Oh so my baby girls awake,I didn't go to rough on you for your first time did I?"he says sitting up and crawling ontop of you to plant kisses on your shoulder"Mmmhh...don't care,kento..."you grumble out a little groggy from being rendered unconscious by your fiance's dick.

"Nanami."

"Yes,love?"

"Why did you want a girl more?"

"..."he pauses"I dont want him hogging you?"

"Is that why you havent pulled out yet"You chuckle,to which he chuckles back before sighing"Ill get something to clean you up"

"You too."

"Y/N you literally fell unconscious "

"Mrs nanami says let me take care of you"

He laughs at the fact you had already adopted his last name despite not yet being married.

"Kento,baby.I think you need a vacation?"You voice,he wants to protest his occupation as a sorcerer denies him that vacation but he allows you to speak since you seem persistent .

"Could we go to Malaysia after the kids are born?I want them to see it to."You smile,and nanami does too as you saying the word 'kids'.He was going to have a family and now he truly must protect you from everything.

"Malaysia...that sounds nice"

[crippling-pages]

the grandest game review (chapters 1-24) p.1

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

I GOT IT EEEE

holy shit is it good

so far i am LOVING lrya omg but her name is pronounced lee-ra??? what???

anyways her mom omg her mom is an author and shes writing enemies to lovers rn??? DUDEEE her mama is an icon already

ALSO!! the prologue in rohan's pov?? YES THANK YOU

him giving the stray dog a steak omg HE'S A DOG PERSON IDC WHAT ANYONE ELSE SAYS

im eating all my rohan crumbs rn there arent gonna be many chapters of him *wheeze*

ANYWAYS MOVING ON Lyra is a sweetheart for wanting to drop out of college for her parents and help ugh i love it when the mcs love their caring parents <3 good feel

moving on my girly GIGI <3 i love her so much omg.

She's gonna crack at one point and tell Savannah about their dad, bursting into tears I just now it.

WOAH. BRADY?! WHAT ABOUT SLATE GIG??!?!?!?!?!

OooHMM Gig and Odette?? Hmmmmm

ROHANNN HJMMMMMMM no but he's actually so freaking smart-

GASP SAV AND ROHAN ARE ALONEEEE

PROTECTIVE OLDER BRO GRAYSON BABY WOOOOOOOOOOO

did- did he call her love? AHHH GUYS ITS CANON I KNEW IT HE CALLS HER LOVE HEHEHEHEH <3

thomas... geez omg lyra my baby

sav telling lyra to ignore rohan is so real (sav is down bad for him)

lrya is bi.

KNOX. KNOX GET AWAY FROM GIG!! D:< GET *slaps* AWAY!

Nash ToT He just knows that he aint gonna win... he probably wont.

wait does rohan have a last name?-

The-the babies? THE BABIES OH JENNIFER LYNN BARNES WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

is libby pregnant omg

wait how did Rohan know this- how much stalking did you do bro-

moving forworder A MASQUERADE BALLLLLLLLL EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

omg avery seeing lrya in the library- hint hint~

no but rohan and lyra would be such a good friendship duo

WOAH Xander asking Lyra to dance??? Hmm maybe trying to make a certain hawthorne brother jealous??

STOP Xander and Lyra are besties now thats it

AHH AVERUYJAMESON<3

wait omg i just realized; Xander and Avery = Gigi and Lyra GASP friendships

HA XANDER'S PLAN WORKED YALL GRAY IS JELLY AND DANCING WITH LYRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

avery omg i love her SOOOOOOO MUCH <3

no but she's right omg you should dance on the beach at least once in your life time

hold up; spying gigi also new character called calla who is pressumed dead/missing... hmmmm

back to rohan <3

ODETTE MY QUEEN she's actually going to be a mother figure to rohan, jlb told me

KJHUGYTFRD ROHAN YOU SMARTY PANTSS Pffff hehehehehe figuring it out so quick...

oh look savannah is right after you hhhmmmmmmm

GASP ROHAN IS BLEEDING!! SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE QUICK QUICK!

oooo he and sav are locked in a room together?? Hmmmm

teammates???

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ITS LIKE WITH THE DIAMONDS AND THE HEARTS AND STUFF ON THE CARDS

Rohan and Savannah had the time symbol to theyre teammates, and Lyra and Gray and Odette must have the same and that leaves Gigi, Knox and Brady...

oh boy grayson isn't going to like that his sisters are alone with guys man ToT

THIS BOOK IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO good so far omg i love it so much. im trying my best to hold back reading it all at once because i want to savior it

ANYWAYS im gonna be thinking about for the rest of night

ADIOS <3

[terrainofheartfelt]

How would you change season six if you could? Would you have a 🪑 arc? Would Dan go Through It like season six, or would you change that? What would Nate be doing? What would you do with Serena?

(I apologize if this comes across as aggressively interrogative, I'm just curious how you would change things lol)

what's wild is that I have been doing this gg fandom thing for so long now that the asks have become cyclical, and I actually have answered an ask kind of like this before!

(and it's not aggressively interrogative at all, I'm thrilled that you asked!)

linking here for your reading pleasure

I pretty much stand by it, in that I would make all kinds of changes. to answer your questions: there would be a 🪑 arc, in that blair finally realizes that he Aint Shit and they break up For Good. Dan would Go Through It, but in a different flavor of way: have him hide away in Italy until Nate pulls him back, reveal that he was working on the Inside Out expose but then scrapped it in a crisis of confidence, let him go through a post heartbreak slut era (do he and nate fuck? why not) nate would quit his dang job and his dang girl and his dang roommate. (and never date a teenager because ew). and serena wouldn't have run away to be an older man's trophy gf (let her hide out in a small town where no one knows her, and have blair bring her back) maybe nate and serena make a pact to get their shit together. they decide to be celibate (and maybe sober?) and they are each other's sponsors to stay on track. and let them be roommates!!!

also let the wiskers clan implode on their own. rufly doesn't break up because that's dumb and no one wants to see that. <3

oh and I like from that linked post above, have the time jump be some sort of reunion, in which dair & serenate endgames are Hinted ;)))

[borathae]

I feel like we don't talk about Emma and seokjin enough like.. That domestic goodness, never involved in drama, always cooking amazing food like they're the real mom and dad here while hobi is always the mischievous son😂😂😂😂

MY MOM AND DAD COOKED A WHOLE ASS WINTER STYLE MEAL? That is wholesome. Also I remember how sus I used to be of Emma? Bcz my baby bean JIN deserved a happy story and that entire chase towards finding Emma was such a never ending trail..

There's no point to this ask I'm just trying to distract myself enough or gather enough courage to push a hypothetical Emma x OC drabble in my head. My mind turns into a whole gutter on this blog 🥺😩

Anyway I loved the Jimin portion of the chapter, Sibi you wrote it so simply but it was so impactful. He never once broke character but the cracks of his healing were peeking through. I enjoy how awkward he gets sometimes around her. I still don't want them romantically I feel like this girl has enough partners 😂😂 ( maybe Emma can-shut up shut up)

I feel like the storm is coming. Ngl I'm looking forward to NJ.. I miss his demonic sexiness. Can you hint if he's coming soon or if there's time?

Did jimin abuse tae sexually? Or is he like rough and demanding? That speaking I love you in their ancient language had me sobbing 😭😭😭😭

Anyway so what do you think about Emma and OC? 😂

We need a whole ass ask your character run with just hoseok to know his thoughts. He's the only sane person around here. Except mom and dad ofcourse. And jungkook. Yes that's it.

RIGHT??? They are so unproblematic, always just there for good times and some sweet domestic moments. istfg I love this couple so much 🥺

Also I remember how sus I used to be of Emma? Bcz my baby bean JIN deserved a happy story and that entire chase towards finding Emma was such a never ending trail..

YES HAHAH you guys were all so sus of her and I was over here like "just wait and see, you'll love her" she is nothing but an unproblematic queen ahahha

He never once broke character but the cracks of his healing were peeking through. I enjoy how awkward he gets sometimes around her.

I like that you think this way!! Thank you so much!! I want Jimin to be better and to find happiness, but I really enjoy him being a lil bit feistier than the others. So I'm happy you enjoy the way he acts rn ALSO HAHA HIM BEING AWKWARD IN FRONT OF HER IS SO CUTE FANDSF it kinda reminds me of when Yoongi started warming up to her HAHAH I LOVE THEM FANDNS Fplease fadsfds

I feel like the storm is coming. Ngl I'm looking forward to NJ.. I miss his demonic sexiness. Can you hint if he's coming soon or if there's time?

He may be closer than one may think 😶 that is already way too much to say but JFADJF

Did jimin abuse tae sexually? Or is he like rough and demanding?

It was more that Jimin had a "I take what I want and how I want it" mindset in the past and most nights he didn't even really provide aftercare to Tae. So while he never fucked him without consent he was still more on the "I want this so I hope you want this too" side which still very problematic honey, don't do that BUT HE WANTS TO DO BETTER NOW SO PLEASE GIVE HIM A CHANCE ANDNF

Anyway so what do you think about Emma and OC? 😂

I'm so surprised that you guys are so into the idea of Emma and OC. This is so interesting because I only see them as platonic friends with Emma having a lil bit of an "older sister" role to OC FJADSF BUT IF YOU GUYS REALLY WANT THEM TO FUCK I AINT STOPPING YOU FROM FANTASISING ABOUT THEM we're all horny here on this blog

[berniecranes]

Also I am so incredibly curious what the vibe was like when Lincoln came home. I feel like you can tell something is looming over all of them. It was something I haven't rlly thought too much about. But they have had to know something wrong could be happening. (This isn't blaming them; I mean do they have that like bad feeling in their gut. Something could and will go wrong, that's type of thing)

Ellis' talk about Sammy getting older, maybe not being here for much longer. While ominous yes, I wonder if Ellis was worried about what could happen to Sammy. As soon as Ellis could he's took the chance to bring up the issues they have been having, especially with kicking up to Sal. Though it went back to the Haitians, you know that was the over arching issue. Because 3 months is QUITE some time to fall behind on kicking up to the mob.

Not to mention Sammy's drunk(ish) talk about needing to handle his own issues. It feels just weird. Also that NOW he's mentioning it when Lincoln has said they've been doing this since before the war. But I really do wonder why didn't he have Ellis do this? His other men? I'm curious why it was saved for Lincoln to get them out of. Especially Ellis is SHOWING that he is trying to take responsibilities at least in running thing wise. He's trying to offer Sammy advice, hinted that he had his own ideas previously that were ignored.

And continuing one with Sammy's messages. The one of course at the celebration of the heist. When he has that little monologue of "Aint no one standing over me again." And how this marks 'real change.' What was his plan? What did he want to do. I know we can easily say he does not enjoy working for Sal because OBVIOUSLY. And would not work for him if he had any other choice. But that unfortunately will not change? Sal's mob is way larger and has more reach than Sammy's. I am just really curious what would have happened if the betrayal didn't happen.

Also, coming back to my point, did they know something was off the moment Sal walked it? They all seemed shocked to see him there. Could you feel the tension in the bar? Has all of the rockiness throughout the months prior feel like it's catching up to them?

Sorry this got a lil incoherent, my original point got kinda lost bc I ended up rambling 😭

[ducknotinarow]

[2k12]

They had just been chilling out in the living room, his dad home for once - he was still getting used to the giant Turtle that sometimes pop into their home to chill out. They were just chatting, Casey and his dad, at some point laughing together. But what seemed to catch the turtle off guard, was when Arnold turned around and called Casey a 'Bastard', only for Casey to immediately to tell him to fuck off. It's just how they were, easily laughing it off like it was nothing.

His dad left them be, and Casey looked back to his boyfriend, only to blink, confused, by how shocked Raph looks in that moment,

"What?" Casey asks.

Now it's Casey who looks confused when Raph asks about the fact his dad just lets him talk to him like that. He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow,

"Uh, yeah, it's just how we've always been?" Casey responds, "Like we know we're jus' messin' with each other, I know my dad don't mean it when he calls me a bastard, he knows I don't mean it when I tell 'im t' fuck off."

Casey rolls his shoulders in the form of a shrug,

"I mean, like, if I said it outta anger dad wouldn't 'ave laughed, or if dad said it outta anger I wouldn't prod 'cause, yanno, it aint the time, but like, it's jus' us playin' aroun' yanno?" Casey explains, "It's like, jus' the vibe, an' I'm sure Angel will d' the same when she's older 'cause that's just what the Jones are like."

Casey offers a faint smile. He never said it, but he always wandered if Raph and Master Splinter's relationship was...strained in some ways. Then again, Casey was more used to a family that wasn't super strict and things. Get home in one piece, call if you're in trouble, and don't die - that was basically the only rules in his house, if that.

He shuffles in closer, arm around Raph as he smiles more,

"Yanno dad won't care if yer chill out an' swear 'roun' him either," Casey points out, "Hell, dad will let us drink 'ere as well, guess he woul' prefer us t' d' it somewhere safe than out with whoever fuck knows yanno?" He smiles, "C'mon, loosen up, yer a Jones t' an' that means yer aint gotta give a fuck."

| muse interaction

Raphael had settled down on the roof top, idly petting over the pigeon resting on his lap right now. Brooding to himself as he had a good flock surrounding him at the time. The soft 'cooing' sounds they were making as they hoped around the roof was oddly calming in the moment. Annoyance at best was how he felt, least it was the emotion he could put a name to. Not the first time Raphael just left the lair to brood like this. Or the first time he walked out when Splinter wanted to speak with him. The pigeon in his lap moved to settled down tucking their legs underneath their body as Raphael continued to gently stroke over the back of their head. Raph isn't sure why he expect anything different at this point. Things always worked this way. At the end he was always wrong and nothing he said was heard. Instead he told to basically go away well Leo got all the praise. Whatever he hopes that stupid kettle gets another burn mark since he just left it behind on the stove.

When he heard Casey's ringtone start to play not even a second thought spent as he reached back for his phone and went to look at their message. Simple text asking what he was up too, so he held his phone up to snap a photo of the bird in his lap before texting them back with the image of the pigeon. Only moving when Casey asked about him wanting to come over. The turtle took a moment to weight his options. Really didn't feel like returning home right now. All to aware what was waiting for him back there. He guess he didn't fully feel like being alone either but wasn't sure if he was really up for company in the moment? Might be better than sitting alone in his feelings though. He's gentle with the pigeon cooing back at it so it would take the hint to move before he move himself. Not even surprised when he got another text from Leo. That he of course rolled his eyes over.

"Pft if Splinter wanted ta talk to me he coulda" He gruffs to himself before leaving for the Jones place.

Where the atmosphere was far different. But it's what he liked best about being over at Casey's. If anything it only got nicer now that his Dad was ware of his full existence now. Meant he didn't have to hide around so much when he went over, and could go through the front door. If it was dark enough he didn't risk that during the day. Least he didn't only have to stick to Casey's bed room, Instead he could sit freely in the living room along with Casey. Not much else was really spoken at the moment of him coming by outside some his and such. Still Referring to Casey's Dad as Arnold with some clear uncertainty when he did so but he sure he wasn't the only one between them adjusting to things. Most the talk was held between Casey and his Dad. Neither seemed to mind Raph lack of conversation, which he was grateful for. He wished he could just zone out well he sat there but he just slightly aware of the laughing between Casey and Arnold. It wasn't jealously he felt nah more like he was missing out on something there.

Kind of regretting coming over not for any reason other then it just made him think more about Splinter then he was before. Maybe he should go home and be ready to apologize? Pretty much how it always went after all. Leo had sent another text asking where he was something about Splinter saying he wanted to talk. They didn't talk. Splinter spoke and Raphael listened. Not like Casey and Arnold were doing.

They could never speak in that way, casually mess around like that. No when he was told to get the kettle going it was because Splinter wanted a moment alone to praise Leo once again. Leo could do no wrong but he and Raphael? They had to have a talk. Just some minor hiccup when they were out top side together. Raphael having to listen to how poor Leo had to deal with the oh so terrible job and reigning in Raphael and how well he handled them. Pft Leo didn't listen to Raphael when he was trying to explain what was going on so he blew Leo off. Of course, Leo carried on into the lair where of course Splinter got involved. Whose side did he take? The same side he always took. So Raphael turned the stove on high and left. Snapped out of his thoughts when he hears Arnold voice call out Casey for being a bastard. Turning towards them as they went to move and leave, Casey simply telling his Dad to fuck off. Letting his head tilt to the side a moment. He turly didn't understand the way they spoke to each other which must been easy to read when Casey looked at Raph, laughing dying out matching the confusion as he spoke up.

"What?"

"he lets you talk to him 'ike that?" its so innocelty asked as if he hadn't been sitting there to see it, it was so sudden though

"Uh, yeah, it's just how we've always been?"

Raphael simply quirked his beak and lifted his brow still clearly not following here. Sure he can understand Casey getting called a 'bastard' it was Casey after all. But the rest? He'll if Raphael so much as uttered a cruse word in Splinters presence? He's be doing katras for two days straight.

"Like we know we're jus' messin' with each other, I know my dad don't mean it when he calls me a bastard, he knows I don't mean it when I tell 'im t' fuck off."

"Uh." The word fell out of Raohs beak before he could really think. Casey made that sound so well simple? They just know they are messing around. Raphael could hardly say much out of frustration without it turning into a lecture about his temper.

"I mean, like, if I said it outta anger dad wouldn't 'ave laughed, or if dad said it outta anger I wouldn't prod 'cause, yanno, it aint the time, but like, it's jus' us playin' aroun' yanno?" Casey explains, "It's like, jus' the vibe, an' I'm sure Angel will d' the same when she's older 'cause that's just what the Jones are like."

The turtle nods slightly before lowering her gaze to the floor. Shifting a little where he was sitting. Guess that's the difference, Splinter wasn't only his father, but also his master. Teacher. Someone who jsut demanded his respect and such. Not that Splinter didn't have his respect but that was the difference he guessed. Never really havung a chance to be around other family's and thier dynamics never had him think much about it before. Don't get Raphael wrong he loved his father he did.

Wouldn't feel so hurt by them if that weren't ture after all. Raphael hardly reacts to Casey's arm moving to rest over his shoulders slightly lost to his thoughts in the moment still. Wondering g if he and Splinter could ever turly have a close relationship like Casey had. Hell even that Leo had. Or were they just not able too? He knows he accuses it to be all favoritism, but to be fair it sure could feel that way. Casey said Angel herself would likely have a similar relationship. Raoh doubt Don or Mikey really have anything similar to what Leo has with their father.

"Yanno dad won't care if yer chill out an' swear 'roun' him either,"

Raph offers a soft chuckle to that he knows he a bit more wound up around Casey's Dad after all. Eh he just didn't want them to think ill of him considering how important Casey was to the turtle. Buy the mention dose seem to work as he moves to rest in against Casey side a moment.

"Hell, dad will let us drink 'ere as well, guess he woul' prefer us t' d' it somewhere safe than out with whoever fuck knows yanno?"

Rolling his head back a bit to better see the smile on Casey's face. He dosent know how Caesy dose it but it's almost like he just knows when Raphael needs this. The comfort with out addressing it.

"C'mon, loosen up, yer a Jones t' an' that means yer aint gotta give a fuck."

"A Jones?" Not the first time he's been told or even shown that considering the time with the Jones family cookbook and all. He dose losen up a little as he let's his face hide in against Casey's chest a moment breathing out a faint laugh as he tries to cover up the look on his face right now.

" hmm knew ya wanted to change my last name cause i know ya got it bad for me. But least wait till I bring up the idea of being with ya forever first dork. I'm Bearly getting good about telling you I love you so openly." Raphel can't help but tease Casey just a little at their expense.

He was great full though. For what they said.

"Not a full Jones till then. Not yet but one day." Raphael mentions not denying anything Casey said more adding to how he had flipped the meaning on to Casey there. "No one else I can see a 'forever' with. Then yeah." He know Casey more meant he could just relax and lossen up around Casey's Dad. But, it was also nice that he could lossen up more generally when here. As he got in snug against Casey. "Don' worry I know what ya mean dork. An' thing is? I already feel that way. When 'm with ya generally but especially here." He slightly speaks up he's not really sure what he's trying to say when he dose speak though. "You, angle ya Dad it jus'" He wishes he knew how to word it he hope he's getting his point across.

"Ita different? Than at the lair. Not bad or good jus' different. I feel cramped sometimes there but here? Never. Never like i have to be something that I worry I never will or worry I'll become someone 'hat I don't think I eve could be 'ike." He shrugs himself it was the best he could express. "But I think might be a full accident when I do finally say fuck or shit 'round ya Dad and I'll feel like i did somethin' wrong still. But once that passes over?" He shrugs a little.

"Splinters strict got nothin' ta do with any of you kay?" He's nkt even sure if that needs to be assured. "Ya Dad's cool, don't explain how ya ended up such a big dork though. Musta skipped ya and all went to Angel." He teases a little more.

[newhorizonsxiv]

FFXIVWrite22 - Cutting Corners

“You know you don’t gotta read that thing, Ghisy. Priest still gives you food whether you know the answers or not. Pa’s been using my copy for firestarters and Brother Marcel aint even noticed.”

Ghislain ignored the younger boy, hunching over his battered copy of the  Enchiridion and trying to let the words on the page drown out all else.

An older boy spoke. “Aw, but Lil Ghisy aint in it jus’ for the free grub. He wants to be the one chosen to go study with all them fancy nobs too soft to hunt dragons. Can’t go cuttin’ corners if you wanna get all them headpats and The Fury’s ticket outta the Brume.”

“Oh, his pretty face already punched his ticket, me ma says.” An older girl well on the way to a total transformation into Her Ma cut in. “One of them nobs liked his look. Offered to buy him up as a plaything for their son. Parents’d be fools to turn that down, all the mouths they ‘ave to feed.”

Ghislain snapped the book shut and ran off down the alley. Maybe the tannery would prove a quieter place to read. And leave a less foul stench in the air than all this gossip.

~

“I’m bored, Boy!” Another wad of paper landed atop the page as Ghislain worked, smearing the ink and assuring that he would need to start anew yet again. He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath letting every hint of annoyance leave his expression before he lifted his face to meet the gaze of the sole heir of house Malveaux.

“Apologies, Master Theoren.” Ghislain kept his voice as carefully neutral as possible. “Perhaps if you were the one writing the essay, the process would be more engaging for you.”

“You’re the one who’ll take the lashings if the tutors think I’m slacking.” Theoren answered with a smug little smile. “Only fair I let you be the one to make the case for how much I’ve learned, hmm?”

“As you say.” Ghislain rose to fetch another sheet of parchment to begin the forgery anew. Would not do to have the work submitted in his own hand, after all. Or to ask the little lordling to put forth even the minimal effort of copying the essay over himself.

Theoren intercepted him, placing a thick arm between Ghislain and the shelf. “I’m bored,” he repeated. “Come outside and spar with me.”

Ghislain’s eyes fell to floor. He knew an order when he heard one, and yet. “A sword is a knight’s weapon, Master Theoren. I am common born. It’s not-”

“It’s as appropriate as I say it is, Boy!” Theoren cut him off, the arm that was barring him from the shelf now caught around his shoulder and steered him toward the courtyard. “Besides, it’s not as though I’m teaching you properly. I just want something to practice against that’ll hit me back. Or try to.” The last was said with such snide confidence that Ghislain felt himself prickling and had to push the feeling down hard though he found that this time it would not stay.

As he was forced into the courtyard. As Theoren selected swords for them both and tossed Ghislain his weapon in a way that would ensure he could not catch it without risking a cut and so must scramble to gather it from the ground while the lordling snickered at him. As they took their stances and that insufferable smile remained on his daily tormentor’s face. The anger would not stay down. It flashed in his eyes and lashed out with his blade, scoring the first touch of the match in the form of a clean slice through the right sleeve of Theoren’s jacket, leaving it hanging loose, a hindrance to the movement of his sword arm.

“Lucky shot,” Theoren sneered, shifting his sword to his off hand with a grin. “But if you’d like me to make this more fair..”

Ghislain’s blade quickly shut his mouth, making the same cut on the left sleeve before he’d even fallen fully back into stance. Theoren angrily ripped both sleeves all the way off with some effort and reset position. A dangerous heat simmered in his eyes, letting Ghislain know that the first hit he allowed his young master to land would not be cutting cloth.

The fight began in earnest, a blur of thrusts and parries, footwork and feints. Ghislain had never been formally trained in the blade but he’d watched the lessons his young master attended with the same care and attention he gave to all his studies and this was not the first time he’d been forced to play unwilling training dummy to a spoiled brat with a careless sword. He’d learned quickly. This bout was not overlong. It ended with Theoren’s blade on the ground and Ghislain’s leveled at his throat. A long moment passed with their eyes locked before Ghislain stepped back, lowering his sword.

Theoren closed with him, hands balled into fists and Ghislain braced himself to try and take the inevitable blow with grace but it did not come. Theoren stepped back, eyes on the blade still in Ghislain’s hand. “The sword is a fool’s weapon, anyway,” he spat. “It’s spears that kill dragons.” And then he was gone, leaving Ghislain to collect and replace the weapons. He was just turning to gather up the remnants of those finely stitched sleeves when he found someone else was already picking them up. It was Laurent, House Malveaux’s Swordmaster.

The man looked him up and down appraisingly. “Unpolished,” he finally said. “But the basics are solid enough. Meet me here after dinner in the evenings and I’ll see if I can’t make something more of you.”

“But Master..” Ghislain stammered. “I’m common born and my duties are..”

“I know you’ll cut no corners in your other duties, young man,” Laurent smiled at him with more than a hint of fondness. “And this one may prove your most vital. With the master you have? One of you will certainly need to know how to properly wield a sword.”

~

His lungs burned in the frigid air as he rushed up the hill. The unknown assailant was just lifting his odd cylindrical weapon again as Ghislain reached him, a slice of his blade knocking it from the man’s grip and a second slice opening his throat. He dropped gurgling to the ground and Ghislain kicked the weapon out of crawling reach before turning to slide and stumble back down the hill begging the Fury for mercy every ilm of the way.

The Fury offered him none. There at the base of the hill was Theoren, eyes wide open and seeing nothing, the hole in his chest steaming in the cold. Dead. In an instant.

Ghislain dropped to his knees, screaming out his anger and frustration. His home, his life, every dream he’d had or lost was gone. He should have died for his master’s sake and that error would be corrected for him the moment he returned, with worse to fall on his family. Lord Malveaux would want back whatever coin he’d paid for him. And they would not have it to give.

The realization settled on him, first as lead but then, strangely, as a wild sort of fluttering hope. Far better for him to have died here. He looked back up to the dying man on the hill. A man with hair the same color as his own and built much the same as well. Perhaps the Fury had some mercy for him this day after all.

The man had no struggle left in him as Ghislain stripped him, replacing the rough leathers with his own thickspun travelling clothes. He was likely already dead by the time Ghislain hefted the weapon the man had used to kill Theoren and pointed it down at his face. Just one little movement of the finger. All the effort it takes to end a life. Or start a new one.

With that corner decisively cut, Ghislain returned to the chocobo nervously dancing by the roadside. The bird had always liked him more than Theoren anyway. It wouldn’t complain. He hauled himself into the saddle and urged his new mount into a run towards anywhere but here.

[keiruvieg]

so i watched ep.24 of jjk and let me just say i had no idea who choso was and now i cant stop thinking about him. could you write hc's for him? thanks!

red moon

random Choso headcanons!!

a/n: i've been waiting for this😩😩 HE LOOKS SO FINE IN THE ANIME LIKE SIR? i didn’t put any manga spoilers either and just put in some hcs i could think of. this is so random i didnt classify it also so umm yeah

-uhh hcs with a lil bit of scenarios ig

warning: there’s some grammatical errors please forgive me for that

word count: 976

First of- his voice I DIDNT EXPECT IT TO BE THAT DEEP- but his morning voice just hits different darling,imagine a deep but also rough voice? And the way he calls you in the morning to😩 it'd be so deep darling.

"Goodmorning bub" his voice resonates the room. It feels so good waking up to this guy "Goodmorning Cho" u smiled at him. He gets up out of the bed while rubbing his eyes. You just looked at him with so much admiration. " How was your sleep?" He asked you while rubbing his chest through his shirt."'twas good" you smiled at him which he gladly returned to you

heart eyes

He smells good tho!!!!! Like idc if he's a death painting or someone who come out of the curse womb but he smells really good!! Idrk how to describe it but yall know that musky smells with the hint of chocolates in it-i cant help but imagine he smells like tht

He likes bLACK COFFEE I DONT MAKE THE RULES-you always make sure to prepare him some too specially when he's really tired.

"Cho! Welcome back" your voice really reached him once he entered your shared apartment. He smiles really gently at you. "Im back darling" he says walking directly to you-towards your livingroom in which you make sure was clean and you really made sure that he got his coffee the moment he comes back. "Darling?" He called out to you "Hmm?" " Thank you" he directly said once he heard you hum in which confused you but at the same time warmed your heart. The two of you just bathe in each other's warmth in which a routine for the both of you whenever he gets home.

You!! Make!! Sure!! You!! Do!! His!! Hair!! Everytime!! If it aint you- he doesnt want it. Just the way your gentle hands brush on his hair with much caution not to hurt his scalp just make him melts so much he loves it

He loves your clips, he just find it amusing

He probably cracks his fingers and neck a lot bitch tht so hot

he! HAS!! DEFINED!! ABS!!

sad to say he always wins at uno games, he's really good with chess too!!

Man's really smart- being the oldest must've been hard to him because he needs to make decision not only for himself but also for his siblings to looked up too

Lovesss pet names!!!

He once heard it when he was prob roaming around

Now he calls you darling,bub,honey,baby.

Really good at deep talks too

He probably viewed alot from his 150 years of existence and just like to talk abt it i thought its really cute

Really reallyyyy protective

This man doesnt like to yell at all

Lots and Lots of patience

(being the older sibling kinda gives him that)

His sleeping position varies from him looking like a dead person to him facing a side to him having his arm in his eyes while rubbing his stomach and lastly to him laying on his stomach

He either wakes up early or late, no in between

Really really caring (prob an older brother intuition)

Loves chocolates!!

There was this time you made him chocolate milkshakes and he fucking loves it,now he ask for that everytime

As much as he loves coffee- he cant say no to hot chocolate either

I feel like this guy knows how to bake🤩

He once wear a gray sweatpants and a plain tshirt with his hair down aND YOU CANT HELP BUT STARE AT HIM THAT TIME AND HE JUST LOOKS BACK AT YOU AND YOU GUYS JUST GO ON WITH A STARING CONTEST

His hands are really big, but at the same time really rough

But this guy gives me gentle vibes

Swears alot!!

Prob just some basic fuck,shit,damn it when something doesnt go his way. AND HE ALWAYS SAY THAT WITH A LOW VOICE

You once offer him a tongue piercing- and he just looks at you bewildered

HIS LAUGH IS SO SOFT YET SO FUCKING LOW ITS SO ATTRACTIVE

This man knows how to paint nails too!!

You prob ask him if he wants to cut his hair and he was like sure ill do it but you felt guilty abt his long hair so you'll just be like no❤️

This man is so mature to the point you cant even argue with him anymore

He prob likes to read at some point when he isnt doing anything

He doesnt like swimming at all he just doesnt find it fun

Kinda seeing him liking alcohol too

when..u..ask..questions..he..raises..his..one.. eyebrow..or..he..hums...

Dandelions by Ruth b. kinda gives me relationship vibes with him because he’s so caring and that song suits him so well

He’s a decent cleaner also, expect him to have your apartment//house clean

love language will always be physical affection and reassurements!!

he’s a really good friend too!!

he’ll probably be the one to know all your problems first soo yeah

this guy is a good listener too

he probably hums or sing you to sleep

just imagine a very low voice singing to you

movie nights with him are the best!!

he likes fries alot too

like any typa fries that any fast food can offer

ketchup? ketchup

you gave him a ketchup tshirt one time

he wears it whenever he’s home now

i feel like he like fall the most( the season ok)

and summer too( the type to just chill around and not swim yeah that)

overall this guy will probably the most sweetest person you can think of-the bestest of best friends-most reliable person-most hottest person too-this guy fits the brother//boyfriend//husband//friend type alot so yeah he the best i love him

[hoodedguitarist]

Think you can Hide from Me? Part 3

Once again, Gif aint mine I just REALLY LOVE IT. It’s one of my favorite scenes of him.

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader

Summary: You infiltrated, the plan fell into chaos, Boba is mad at you, you’re catching feels, lots of time skips and some ANGST.

Warnings? None... Really not yet at least. Slight DinxReader if you squint. This just got a lot more feelsy and I got a whole lot more invested in this than I expected to. Which honestly seems to happen a lot to me. NO SHAME.

I really want to thank everyone who has liked, favorited, reblogged, and followed! You’re all amazing and make me feel amazing too. It means a lot to me that everyone is enjoying my writing. My inbox is open and I’ll even make a Tag List if anyone is interested!

Part 1: The Infiltrator

Part 2: The Distraction

Part 4: The Reunion

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Part 3: The Regret

You should have known that plan was going to go off the rails. What you didn’t know, however, was that Boba was going to end up being a casualty of it all as well, and by complete accident.

Sure, you’d been caught with the others, sure you’d been sentenced to death with the others… And oh yes Boba was pissed… Very pissed. You didn’t need to see his face to tell that he was because instead of riding in the barge, he was there to personally bind you and hold you on the way to the Sarlaac pit.

Standing next to Han and Luke was going to make this conversation very awkward, but it needed to be said.

“Ok… So you’re mad at me, right?” You said out loud. Both of them glanced over at you, but you felt Boba’s hand tighten around your shoulder and yank you backwards into him. “Ah!”

“Mad is an understatement, sweetheart,” his modulated voice hissed.

“Ok, that’s fair… I’m sorry I lied to you about the whole work thing. Really, I am.”

“Uh… (Y/N)?” Han questioned.

“Stay out of it Han,” you snapped quickly. “You too, Luke. Mind your business, both of you.”

The two backed off and tried their best not to pay attention to whatever you could possibly be talking about with the bounty hunter, someone they considered an enemy.

“Was fucking me a distraction too?” Boba growled. Now the boys were really trying not to pay attention.

“No, actually, that part was real,” you turned your head to look at him over your shoulder. “I was telling the truth when I said I’d wanted to do that ever since I saw you, and still do, if you’ll have me.”

“I think that was your last roll in the sheets, princess. If you manage to make it out of this alive somehow, I’ll know and I’ll find you,” he threatened.

“Hm, sounds fun,” you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. “If you make it out of this alive, I’ll come back and find you too. Do we have a deal?”

Boba scoffed and you figured he felt pretty confident that this was it and you were going to die some horrible death inside the belly of this beast.

“Deal,” he finally answered. 

Han and Luke both cut their eyes over at you and you shrugged. “I told you two to mind your own business.”

~*~

Things had happened so fast. One minute you were about to be shoved into the pit, the next Luke is jumping around doing Jedi stuff and mildly impressing you. You didn’t have time to admire, though, because you were struggling with one of Jabba’s guards while Han and Chewie were getting into it with Boba.

Somehow, you were trying to manage not getting killed but also trying to watch Han’s back because he was still blind, and now Chewie who had been shot… But also Boba because you really didn’t want him dying on you either. It was a weird situation all around.

You struggled with the guard and managed to land a hit, but then a blaster fired out of nowhere and hit him square in the chest, knocking him backwards and into the pit. You were startled and turned to look where the shot came from, and sure enough you saw Boba’s blaster smoking. Your heart jumped into your throat and he simply nodded to you… Until he turned his sights on Luke.

You heard Chewie howl something out, heard Han get jumpy.

“Boba Fett?? Where??” He whipped around and smacked the bounty hunter right in his jetpack, which malfunctioned and sent him flying.

“Han what the hell??” You yelled over the chaos.

“I didn’t know he was right there! I can’t see!” He yelled back. You looked over the railing rather desperately, just in time to see the bounty hunter roll into the Sarlaac pit.

Well… That was a damn shame...

~*~

Five years had passed, and the Empire was defeated. Ghosts and whispers still lingered, but the Rebellion no longer needed you. It was now the New Republic and you didn’t really have any interest in politics. You said your goodbyes to your friends, the true heroes, and went back to being on your own.

You weren’t on your own for long, however, seeing as how you got caught up in chaos with another Mandalorian. This one was different, however. He had a kid with him. You didn’t mind babysitting during the really dangerous stuff but at the same time you sort of missed the chaos. After a while, the kid wanted to be everywhere his dad was so you were able to tag along.

Being with them led you back to Tatooine, to a small place known as Mos Pelgo. You wanted to help Din get the kid back with his own kind and when they spoke of another Mandalorian in Mos Pelgo, you couldn’t help it as your heart jumped and your hopes spiked…

Especially when a ghost appeared in the doorway wearing Boba Fett’s armor.

You tensed beside Din, and he glanced at you briefly. 

“Boba…?” You questioned carefully, letting your eyes run down the person in front of you. He was tall, much more thin. There was no way…

“ ‘Fraid not, darlin’,” the ghost answered. 

First, you felt the icy cold stab of regret and loss all over again, then you felt the heat of anger bloom in you. Both you and Din were ready to throw down with the Marshal for entirely different reasons.

“Take it off,” Din ordered.

“Or I will,” your voice was a low warning, surprising all parties involved.

“I think I wouldn’t mind that,” the ghost now known as Cobb Vanth smirked at you.

“Yeah you say that now until you’ve got a knife in your back. Where the hell did you get that? And don’t say Jawas. That armor belonged to someone. Someone I knew!” You snapped. 

“I don’t know what to tell you, honey. Anything else would be a lie. I did get it from the Jawas.”

A growl slipped your lips and you took a step forward, but Din grabbed you first. In the end, everything worked out in your favor. Cobb gave up the armor in exchange for help against the Dragon that plagued Mos Pelgo. When the two of you and the child were back safely on the Razor Crest, there were several times when Din would catch you gazing at the old armor, running your fingers across it, leaning your head against the empty helm.

He even thought he saw tears…

Finally, one night, he managed to carefully edge the story out of you. It was a little difficult, but you managed well enough.

“It was just supposed to be a fling, you know? No strings attached, just to say I did it. But there was just something about him, something else that drew me to him. I wanted him to live, I tried to protect him but so many things happened that day, and so many things went wrong way too quickly…” Your voice caught in your throat, but you laughed despite yourself. “I ended up catching feelings for this fucking bounty hunter after he supposedly died.”

“It’s possible those feelings grew from guilt,” Din said calmly. “Thank you for telling me and trusting me with this. I’m sorry this is bringing you so much pain.”

“Oh they most definitely grew from guilt, but then when I saw his armor, hope grew. He had to have come out of it. He’s got to be somewhere, I just don’t know where… And I don’t know if he’ll kill me on sight, so you might want to get ready for that too.”

“(Y/N) when are we not almost killed on sight?” There was a hint of amusement to his voice, and it made you smile. “I think we can manage,” he assured you.

“Yeah… Let’s hope…”

~*~

Seeing the armor hit you hard, but being on top of that mountain with Din and Grogu and seeing Slave 1 come out of the atmosphere and into the sky really did a number on you.

“Oh shit… Oh shit…”  You muttered.

“What? Who is that?” Din looked over at you.

“I… I don’t know. It used to be Boba’s ship but there’s no damn telling now. I haven’t seen that thing in years. Somebody could have scavenged it or something.”

“Well we need to figure it out, come on,” he waved for you to follow, and you did so, trying your best not to seem too eager.

Unfortunately, that eagerness faded with the blaster fire, and the both of you took cover behind a rock.

“I’ve been tracking you, Mandalorian.”

That voice… It made your heart thunder in your chest. Masked by a modulator or not, you could tell it was him. You tensed and Din noticed. He looked over at you and you looked at him, eyes wide and lips parted. You gave a quick nod.

“It’s him… It’s Boba…”

“So not a Jedi… Great,” he whispered. The both of you eased out from behind the rock and you got your first good look at him. He was dressed in black robes, the hood thrown over his head, weapons strapped to his back.

“Boba??” You couldn’t stop yourself as you called out to him. He reached up and pushed his hood back, revealing a scarred face. It did nothing to deter you, however. He was older, but you were still just as attracted to him as you had been years ago. He stepped forward and moved closer, his eyes never leaving your face. It made you a little nervous. “If you’re going to kill me then ok, just do it, but I want you to know that I’m sorry first,” you said quickly holding your hands up. “I’m sorry for what happened that day.”

“Surprised to see me alive?” It was a simple question. No dark tone or anger.

“Relieved is more like,” you admitted. “I looked for you, for any sign of you after the war was over, but I never found anything. I knew somehow, though. I knew you’d survived, but I didn’t know if you’d want to kill me or not.”

“You know me well enough, girl. If I’d wanted to kill you, I would have done it right after I crawled out of that pit,” his eyes roved down you and you felt that old familiar rush, that feeling of playing with fire again. “It’s good to see you, princess, and we’ll talk later. For now, we need to talk about my armor that your man made off with.”

@pinkiemme @chadillacboseman​ If you need me I’ll be in the trash compactor thanks.

[mae-gi-writes]

Burning Flame (PT.2 of Catching Fire) | Sunwoo (The Boyz)

BY POPULAR DEMAND! Part Two of Catching Fire; it is only when Atheera falls under attack that your love for Sunwoo gets revealed. 

Genre: fluff, royal au! guard Sunwoo au.

A/n: jesus christ Sunwoo will be the death of me and I aint even mad.

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Confrontation had never been Sunwoo's forte. So imagine the horror on his face once the words slipped from Y/N's mouth as she stared down her parents just like she would stare down the barrel of a gun.

It wasn't anyone's fault per se. It all so happened that the Royal Kingdom of Atheera was under attack a few weeks after the pair's undying confession of love to each other, which made Sunwoo one of the primary guards responsible for devising their defences.

"Are you sure you have to go?" Y/N had said lightly, though the said guard heard the soft lingering sadness in her voice despite her attempts to sound as jovial as she possibly could.

"They need me," he looked up from tying up his boots, catching sight of the princess's worried glances flying between him and the group of soldiers that were waiting outside the stables. She had been allowed to the servant's quarters with the excuse that she would be the one to send off their army. But it was quite unsettling to see her -- refined and pale and looking as fragile as glass -- amidst the piles of straw stacked in the corner and the smell or horse droppings in the air.

She shuffled uneasily, clearly distraught by the fact that he'd be taken from her side for days, weeks at most. Throwing a glance to ensure that no one was eavesdropping, the soldier reached out, grasped her hand, and dragged her to him. His legs parted so that she stumbled between them, tilting his head upwards to gaze into her dark worried pools of brown.

Reaching up almost out of instinct to curl her hair behind her ear, he said, "I won't be long. You'll blink and I'll be back."

"Liar," she shot back.

"Okay so maybe I'll be a little longer than usual," he grinned while trying to imprint her features into memory. God knows how long he'd be gone. He wished he could pause to enjoy this moment -- just the two of them -- for a little longer.

It was only upon feeling the softest brush of Y/N's lips against his forehead that he was brought out of his daze, gazing at her with questioning eyes.

She bit her lip, averted her eyes, "please be careful."

"I will," he wrapped his arms around her middle, hearing her take a soft breath as he dropped a peck onto her clothed stomach, "one day, what's inside will be mine."

"Sunwoo!" Her blush was so prominent atop her cheeks, she slapped his arm, "you cocky bastard."

And so they said their goodbyes with Y/N on the brink of tears and Sunwoo's heart heavy with emotion. When her voice broke as she told him to take care of himself, he had to steal one last kiss from her mouth while murmuring how much he loved her, chuckling as she flushed deep red even when shrouded by the darkness of the stables.

One week had gone by. Then two. Then, just when Y/N had given up hope altogether that her soldiers would find their way back home, she'd spotted the tiniest glimpse of the red Atheerian flag billowing in the distance and had practically fallen out of bed to alert the guards at the gates.

It was chaos. Blood splattered across every soldier's face, clothes torn and tattered in places she couldn't even imagine. Y/N barely kept it together as her eyes flitted from bruises to scrapes to trying to identify a familiar face amidst a sea of vague strangers.

Sunwoo, Sunwoo, Sunwoo, her heart and mind chimed together. But he wasn't there, he didn't seem to be there.

Emotion tightened her throat. Before her eyes fell onto a face.

A face she'd been waiting for all this time.

It was relief that hit her first. It crashed through her body and caused her shoulders to slump away all the tension. But just as quickly as it went, it came right back as soon as she spotted his mangled body being half-dragged by two other soldiers, bloodied shirt and all, and a badly-wrapped wound that was drenched in blood. 

Y/N didn’t realize that her mouth had opened on its own accord, that she was screaming -- until hands fluttered at her sides, pulling her back.

“No!” She screeched and batted the limbs away, before charging towards a barely coherent Sunwoo with a force she seldom knew she had, “Sunwoo!” 

“Y/N,” came his soft, breathy murmur, masked by a soft groan when his movement caused pain to ring through his side. She quickly went to his other side, slung his shoulder around her arm albeit the fact that her nightgown was getting all bloody in the process. He would’ve reprimanded her in normal circumstances, but he barely had any energy to peel his eyes open.

“Bring him to the hospital wing, I want his wound to be treated as soon as possible. Call all doctors if need be,” Y/N’s voice, despite echoing through his mind as though he was hearing her through muffled headphones, was sharp with authority, the power of her bloodline thrumming through her tone, “get the rest of the soldiers to safety. The ones who aren’t injured should go down to the city, gather as many doctors as you can. If there are others just like Sunwoo, get people to start treating them.”

The said soldier willed his mouth to speak, to tell her that he was fine and that there was no need to worry, for his wound wasn’t that deep. But it seemed like he’d lost consciousness as soon as he was marched through the castle doors for the next thing he knew, his eyes were fluttering open to see Y/N before his bed, hands fisted and mouth twisted into a scowl directed towards the King and Queen of Atheera standing at the door.

Sunwoo wanted to ask what happened, only for a cough to rip through his lungs instead. Y/N was at his side in a flash, hand coming up with a cup of water that he downed without hesitation. 

“What--” he coughed some more once she pulled the empty glass away, eyes flitting from her defensive figure to her parents’ worried glances, “Y/N?” he croaked out, “what’s going on?” 

"Nothing,” Y/N’s stance was defensive, a feline that felt threatened, “I’m just trying to tell my parents to call off the betrothal because the man I love is right here, in this room.” 

At that, she tilted her chin upwards in a defying manner, causing Sunwoo’s stomach to coil tightly in a mixture of fear and apprehension. He didn’t dare spare a glance towards the king, whom he could feel was practically drilling holes into his head from where he stood.

“How?” Her mother was saying, stumbling over words with glassy eyes, “how did that--how even? How? We never--”

“Does that matter?” Y/N cut her off as her hands tightened into balled-up fists at her sides, “I always did what you ask. I never complained. I’ve done all my duties as a princess. But just this once, I want to have a choice,” desperation laced through her soprano, “please.”

At this point, embarrassment was boiling through the soldier’s lungs like wildfire. Reaching out to tug at her arm, he rasped out in a whisper, “Y/N, not now--”

“We--” the king cleared his throat. Their faces swivelled, rapt with attention as the older man raised a hand in mock surrender, “we'll talk about this later.” 

And that was when he stepped out of the room, soon followed by his wife after throwing one final glance in the soldier’s direction. It was definitely not a friendly one.

Y/N wasted no time to turn to him as soon as the door closed with a sound that left a bitter aftertaste in Sunwoo’s mouth. Her eyes, red-rimmed and tired, searched his face as she tried not to burst into tears.

“You--” she bit her lip, barely managing to hold on to the multitude of emotions that would’ve rendered her weak at the knees if she hadn’t been sitting, "you idiot.” 

"You’re the idiot,” Sunwoo blinked away the tiredness, hand finding hers to interlock their fingers, “do you want to give your parents a heart attack?”

She shook her head, “never mind that,” glancing down at the bed sheet covering his wound, her eyes scanned his face for any hint of injury, “how are you feeling?”

“Y/N?” Panic rose through his chest, “what am I doing here? Did you tell them--”

“You were dying,” she interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. When his eyes shot up to hers in surprise and noticed her gaze brimming with tears, his heart couldn’t help but give a painful twist. She exhaled shakily, “you were dying and I couldn’t--I didn’t have a choice.” 

Something that felt like horror churned uneasily in the pit of his stomach. That was it. He’d probably be fired as soon as he could walk and albeit the fact that Y/N would fight for his sake, it was clear where the said soldier stood in the eyes of the Royal family; in the stables where he belonged.

As though taken by a sudden impulse to make things right, Sunwoo made to throw his leg out of bed. Y/N quickly shot out, pushing his shoulders back as she said, “Oh no. What do you think you’re doing?” she tucked the sheets back around his neck in a decisive manner, “you’re not moving. Not when you’ve practically lost half of your blood’s worth.” 

“I’m fine, I need--” her hands were insistent and he was too weak to fight her off. He relented with a soft grumble, a guilty expression taking over his face as he noted the dark circles imprinted underneath her eyes, the worried lines along her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” his murmur was soft and barely audible if she hadn’t been paying attention, “I’m sorry, for everything--”

“You scared me,” her tone was fierce, eyes glassy as she squeezed his hand, “I thought you--I thought you were dead.”

“I thought I was, too.” 

“There was so much blood,” her voice broke halfway through her sentence, “there was so much blood Sunwoo, I--I lost it. I just wanted you to get all the help you could get. I didn’t think and I--” 

“Hey hey,” he tried reaching for her, wincing as a dull ache spread throughout his limb. She noticed and leaned closer, close enough that he managed to lift a shaky hand to wipe away the stray tears threatening to cascade down her cheeks, “I’m okay now,” his thumb traced circles over her cheek, “don’t cry.” 

That was when she broke down into ugly sobs, pulling away from his hold and  leaning against the bed while her hands came up to hide her face from view. Sunwoo watched, own tears stinging the corner of his eyes. He wanted to hold her, to pull her close. His heart hurt at her broken countenance and he wondered how many nights had she stayed up watching over him, how many nights she’d cried herself to sleep. 

"Come here,” he rasped out a murmur and found her without protest when he managed to tug her. She wrapped her arms gingerly around his neck, pulled him close in a gentle hug and buried her face into the space between his shoulder and jaw.

“It’s okay,” he kept on repeating like a lullaby, alto so soft in her ear in made her shiver, “it’s okay, Y/N.”

It was only when her sobs had subsided into soft sniffles that she managed to lift her head to gaze at him with swollen eyes, and though she had never looked in a worst state, Sunwoo thought that she’d never looked so kissable right here, in this particular moment. 

And so he tugged her forward. Gently. 

She followed without hesitation, the softest kiss exchanged. It was one that sucked out all air from his body, one that caused all his nerves to light up in a fire of sensual temptation as he gazed at her through half-lidded eyes. 

She was close enough that he could tilt his head up and kiss her forehead. Her nose. Both cheeks. And her lips. Once, twice. 

Before he cupped the back of her neck to kiss her more deeply, mouth staining hers and moving her through a dance that was more rhythmic, more sensual. His tongue delved into hers and she let out a dying gasp as she relented to his attack, allowing his wet muscle to explore and twine around her own. A satisfied grumble echoed through his chest as he pressed her closer while the girl’s hands moved up to cup his face, caressed his jaw as she kissed back with just as much restrained passion.

He felt her desperate need to feel him close, her attempts to mold her entire body to his if that was possible, and smiled into the kiss before drawing away. The softest, muffled whine fell from her throat the moment he did, causing the soldier to chuckle as he watched her flush deep red with embarrassment.

"So what's going to happen?" He murmured, "now that your parents know?"

She shrugged, "does it matter? I'm not getting married to anyone but you. I made that clear enough."

"Y/N, you know it doesn't work that way."

"Oh don't worry," a wicked grin broke across her face, "the prince I'm supposedly betrothed to has already announced his engagement."

"What?" Sunwoo blinked, ears perked up and alert.

"We already had an agreement, him and I," she continued while playing with his fingers, "that both of us would be allied without marriage."

"Do your parents know about that?"

"Obviously," she paused, "not yet."

"Oh god," he let out a groan, "they're gonna hate me."

"Not if I do this first."

He didn't even have time to blink before he spotted her sliding something along his finger. A ring.

A ring.

His head snapped up in shock, jaw falling slack at her action. Y/N gazed back, flushed yet determined, gauging for his reaction.

He swallowed. Opened his mouth. Closed it. His ears flushed deep red.

Finally, he managed to cough out, "I--I was the one who was supposed to do that."

"Nobody ever said I couldn't do it first," she grinned back.

Sunwoo grumbled out an incoherent response and her grin widened even more upon noticing his embarrassment as he turned his hear away.

Giggling, she peered over at him, "are you blushing?" It was amusing to see Sunwoo, so brave and courageous, rendered to that of a small child who couldn't even meet her eyes, "you are blushing!"

"No I'm not!" He replied hotly.

"You so are!" She teased, "oh my god, Sunwoo. I didn't know you could be so cute."

He had nothing to say in his defense, only managed to bury his face back into her shoulder as she kept on laughing softly, hand going up to trickle through his dark strands.

"So will you?" She asked, "marry me?"

A whine escaped his mouth. But she pressed on, "I need a verbal approval."

He made another noise that sounded halfway between a mewl and a whimper. Y/N rolled her eyes and was about to flaunt that maybe she was asking the wrong person, when his hand grasped her shoulder to pull her back so that he could kiss her with much more intensity, a demanding kind of passion that left her breathless and causing a wave of desire to erupt through her stomach.

When he pulled away, there was a hint of a smirk dancing along his lips as he said, `was that answer good enough for you?"

[cosmicbash]

it’s always jelus and insecure em!! i wanna see jelus and insecure kells!!!!

They're divorced. Twice.

It's public knowledge, and the majority of the sordid details behind their shitshow of two marriages are too.

And Marshall's his. The little sparkle of one of his own earrings reflecting from inside the older man's lobe and the heavy droop of his sweater on the smaller rapper's shoulder's only emphasizes that. The same way his presence here at a close family and friends holiday party does.

Marshall's his. His boyfriend, his lover, his partner. His. No one elses.

But. That sickly sour taste of insecurity is tickling the back of his tongue with each bitter bite the blonde finds himself taking of a gingerbread cookie. His eyes are locked across the room on Marshall's fluffy santa hat decorated head, the cute christmas centric outfit he was wearing no longer warming Colson's heart like it had only an hour prior. Marshall looks too good in it, all soft and dressed down from his usual monochrome track suits and that was exactly the problem. Colson hates how good he looks right now, knowing the man's ex also got to see it, up close and much too personal for his preference.

It wasn't like he had any real reason to worry. Kim was here because of the kids. Not because Marshall directly invited her. It was a pleasantry between exes, done solely to keep the peace and feign some level of normalcy to their children. Even long after all of them had grown up.

And the two weren't exactly on great terms. Marshall still cringed at the very mention of her and from the dirty look she shot the man's way the second they opened the front door she hinted it was mutual.

But, Colson also knows the rapper isn't against hate sex. Afterall, if Marshall was, him and Casie wouldn't have been scrambling to finish all these damn gingerbread men this afternoon. They'd be miles away in Cleveland or LA, celebrating their own christmas, never knowing Marshall's "secret recipe".

It's frustrating to say in the least.

"I see Kim's round for her bi-yearly intereference." A soft bump to his shoulder drags Colson's eyes away from the locked position he's held for over a half hour. Royce's smug smiling face replacing it as he turns.

Colson's still not sure if he can call himself and Ryan friends just yet, there's a past there between the rapper and Marshall as well that's he's only gleamed surface of, on top of the usual tension that comes from an overprotective friend meeting the new "boyfriend". But unlike Kim, Ryan will at least acknowledge his existence so that makes it a bit easier for him to handle. "Bi-yearly interference?"

"Yeah," The other rapper's smirk only seems to widen into a grin as he shakes his head and downs what's left of his drink. "That's the kindest word I can use with the girl's around." Ryan's motioning with his head to follow him around the countertop for some more and despite how much Colson appreciates his current vantage point he accepts the invitation if not for something better to do.

Better than getting called out for staring like a jealous tween girl at least.

"She does this every other year, or just any year Marsh manages to bring home a lady finally-" Ryan's ring clad fingers shake the bottle of spiked eggnog his way. Colson accepts that too with quick nod, letting the 'lady' dig sent his way pass without acknowledgement. "She shows up in that stupid baby blue dress, hair freshly dyed, face done up to the nines, all that shit she'd do back when her and Marsh were still together and she was his-" quick pause in pouring for signed quotation marks, Ryan's eye roll visible even through his shades. "Dime piece." The confirmation of something being up with her less than Christmassy themed outfit only stokes the fire in Colson's stomach though and makes his neck itch to twist back around but Ryan is continuing. "And then she flaunts their ex status like its some trophy whoever Marshall's seeing should be jealous of."

Even the quick toss of some eggnog into the back of his mouth doesn't smother his fire. If anything the weak liquor filled drink puffs like gasoline for Colson's nerves. "And what? She's gonna try and fuck him? Break us up?" Either of those things would happen over his dead body, or hers. He's not against slapping a bitch when it comes to his love life. "So much for him being the bitter yearning ex huh."

Ryan gives a little snort and nod before retopping up his drink. "Funny how that works aint it?"

Now Marshall's presence behind his back feels like a super magnet. Colson's eyes a set of steel balls trembling right before they're whipped back across the room to land on their target. He doesn't want to look just yet though, not now that he knows this jealous pit in his stomach is just further feeding into Kim's scheme. So he settles his eyes onto Ryan's shimmering gold chain instead. "Kinda dumb to compete with a dude by flaunting her old saggy tits and ass though." If Kim knew Marshall half as well as he does she'd know that neither of those can come close to competing with the huge cock hanging between his legs. "If he really needed to look at those there's at least 4 better pairs bouncing around the room right now."

Plus Colson had already taken a glimpse at Kim's flat ass on her way inside, the sad outline of a butt pad was clear as day to anyone within 20 feet of her.

"5 if you count his own." The honesty in Ryan's comment flashed a small strike of Colson's jealousy his way too. The clink of their glasses together in mutual agreement a little harder than needed. "I wouldn't waste your time worrying about it. Been like 6 or 7 years since she was actually successful with it."

"Yeah?" That still felt a little too soon for Colson's comfort. Even if he was only a sniveling brat in Marshall's mind back then.

"Yeah man, trust me, he ain't gonna risk shit with you for Cursed Kim over there." By now Colson's gaze has followed Ryan's, settling rather anxiously on the two with just as much intense focus as he had earlier. The small touch of Kim's fingers to Marshall's bicep tightening his own around the glass.

"For her sake he better not."

"Yeah?" Ryan's shoulder bumping his jostles his attention away again, this time the man is staying closer though. His warm breath felt on Colson's face when their eyes meet. The pretentious shades finally having slipped low enough to flash serious brown orbs. "He cheats and you gonna whoop HER ass? You that obsessed with Marsh?"

Colson can hear the disbelief, and see the close scrutiny he's suddenly being put under. But he doesn't back down from the look one bit. "If he fucks up that's on him, but he's still mine and I'm not gonna toss him over to her just because he acts like an idiot." Marshall cheating would hurt. Colson's already gone through that awful fear once before though, back when they had just started fucking and the question of monogamy came up. The mere thought of the other man touching someone else had almost killed him, and they weren't even dating yet. But it had also set Colson's mind that even if it did happen he wouldn't limp off to lick his wounds.

He's only going to dig his claws in deeper and stake his claim louder.

Marshall's his. Even if he fucks up and forgets that for a moment. He's his and Colson's never letting him go.

"He's mine."

Kim's manicure on his man's bicep is only temporary. Colson's gaze and quick feet will make sure of that.

"Damn, you might be worse than both of them, kid."

[djarxn]

Undercover

Agent whiskey x reader

Summery: Reader is a target that Whiskey has to get close too in order to secure infomation. However, Whiskey is surprised when he sees you.

Warnings: No smut but some implied and a make out session. Mention of guns and alcohol.

The statesmen were seated at a meeting. A new threat had been uncovered, a plot to assassinate the president himself. A local group of politically strong middle age crazies with extreme tech savvy knowledge and combat abilities have been rumoured to be plotting against the president. The statesmen’s job was to identify this group and their timing and delivery of the plan.

Statesmen agents all seated at the table in HQ. The all might Champagne seated at the head, gaze drawn on his fellow agents while taking small drags from his expensive cigar. The man looked down over the edge of his aviator sunglasses, tilting his hat back as he thinks over the plan.

Agent whiskey, sat next to champ, watches the man as he considers the best course of action. Jack’s fingers tap on the side of the table as he slowtches in the large chair.

“Agent Whiskey, I think your charming abilities are best suited for this job” Champ voices as he small, but clear, smirk consumes is weathered face. Whiskey nods his head to the older man.

“What’s your plan?” His rich southern accent speaks like honey dripping from his lips.

“A target from this group of misfits has been seen at a local bar, going every weekend. With your extensive knowledge of women and alcohol I believe your the best agent for the job” Champ speaking with such confidence it almost causes Whiskey to smile. “Tonight you must locate this person and attempt to gain any information possible with any way that seems suited to the situation”.

Whiskey nods, his hat slightly shaking. Leaving the seated area, Jack dismisses himself taking a swig of whiskey as he leaves. Walking through HQ with his usual self-assured stroll.

........

The statesmen agent enters the bar. A hit of alcohol, polished wood and nicotine hits his nostrils. Taking a once over the full bar he sees a striking figure seated in the left corner. Jack sees you sat sipping on a small glass of scoutch whiskey. You not quite what Jack expected to be met with after the discussion with Champ about this group of idealists. Your features fair, skin delicate and hair glowing. You have a calming aura. Sweet and warm like a daisy basking in the sun of a spring day.

Strolling over to the bar Whiskey orders a glass of Irish whiskey. Siping on the liquid. Sighing when it hits just the right place at the back of his throat. Looking over his shoulder he sees the you tapping on your glass, making a quiet, soothing rythem. Whiskey moves his weight to his other foot. You look up watching him with a furrowed brow. The agent sends a charming smile and a nod your way, picking up the glass and turning with ease to maker his way over to the mysterious woman.

Walking over he says “hello there, darling” another nod while adjusting his cowboy hat. You replied with a small smile and a hello. Whiskey decides to take a seat opposite you. Putting his glass down and pulling up the legs of his trousers, he takes a firm seat. One arm across the back of the chair next to him and other softly placed on his lap. All while you gazed at him with such curiosity. Your gaze is sharp, like a predator sizing up their prey. Your derminor slightly changing.

All of a sudden, a cold and metal object is placed against Whiskeys leg under the table. The thing is a cylinder in shape. Jack knows straight away what it is. He missed your hand slip down the to the silver weapon holstered on your thigh.

“Now now, sweetheart. Aint no need for such things only comming to say hello.” Jack speaks. The words rolling off his tounge as he tries to charm you, a young but seemingly dangerous girl.

You respond by shoving the revolver further into his shin. A deadly smirk appearing on your face, one laced with venom.

“What do you want, cowboy” your voice is angelic, comforting and beautiful. Yet there’s a sting of evilness behind each word.

“Just to talk to a beautiful woman such as yourself, honey”

“Don’t try that on me, what are your hear for?”

“Just put the gun down I mean no harm, sugar.”

The pair stare each other down for a few more moments. Suddenly whiskeys foot jerks up kicking the gun out of the woman’s hand, sending it under the chair. You jump up to send a punch straight to whiskeys face, his intense training kicking in as he grabs your fist, an inch away from his chiselled face.

“Can a man not buy you a drink before getting threatened?” The southern baritones pur.

“I’m not stopping you” replies the girl. A smirk apprearing at her face.

......

Coming back with two more glasses of amber liquid. Whiskey sits back down. Observing your very move.

“I’m Jack. What’s your name, Gorgeous?”

“Gorgeous, apparently” you reply over the rim of your strong beverage.

“I like you, even those you just pointed a gun at me” Jack responds leaning back in his work chair, relaxing into his seat and studying you. His eyes watch over your glistening ones, plump pink lips and beautiful smirk. He’s beginning to think less about the objective and more about you in his bed. Your personality and sexy hostility is striking his interested.

“Oh yeah, well better safe then sorry” you respond. Winking at the handsome cowboy, now known as Jack. You think of the name leaving your mouth. It’s sounds appealing.

The agent responds with a smirk. Spreading his legs for comfort. You take this as an opportunity to seizure the moment. Your delicate foot coming to ghost over his leg with staring at him in the eyes. Jack get the hint.

“How about we go back to yours, cowboy?” Your voice dripping with seduction. The statesmen likes the venomous and predator like traits you hold. Interesting, sexy and inviting. Yet you are classy and elegant. A beautiful combo Jack thinks.

.....

Entering Jack’s apartment. You walk passed him at the door a sway to your hips. Turning around your met with a handsome cowboy. Striding close You look over his whole figure, eating him up through your sight. Going on your tip toes you gently pick up Jack hate placing it atop of your neatly curled hair, biting your lip avd gazing into his beautiful warm brown eyes. After placing the worn hat on your head you quickly zip around striding into the living room of the cowboys apartment.

Jack approaches coming behind you. First cupping your curvy hips with his large hands, the warmth seeping through your cotton clothes. He places his nose on your cheek, pressing into it. He drags his prominent nose up to your ear.

“You know what they say... Save a horse ride a cowboy” his accent so strong and thick like the arousal your feeling. The agents leaves a soft kiss to the outside of your ear, goosebumps taking over your toned skin. He kisses down each inch of your neck leaving you speechless.

“Your beautiful” he charms, a hand making it’s way around the curve of your belly. Creating a pulling sensation.

Turning around in his arms you reply “kiss me then”.

Wasting no time Whiskeys lips capture yours, his arms slipping around your back tightly. He catches your lips with his teeth, dragging it down. You turn your head capturing the perfect angle to taste him, his moustache ticking your soft skin. You both become hungry, tounges intertwining, heavy breathing, wandering hands.

But then you push him back, pulling the gun from his holster located on his hip and pointing the lethal weapon directing at his intoxicating face. Finger on the trigger.

“Hands up, agent whiskey” you say, voice so strong.

....

AN: hope you enjoyed this :) whiskey is HOT.

[floralkittygambler]

HuskerDust - More Toxic Than You Think [LONG]

This is the rough version of a deeper and more complex subject I want to ‘decorate’ with more ‘screencaps’.  DISCLAIMER: This is allegedly controversial and led to me getting literal death threats and an ED triggered. Ive about heard a lot of people’s shit on this so dont try it. I’m speaking from personal experiences too - experiences I really fuckin dont wanna be sharin yet they kinda validate my points. I want people to be aware of the damaging image from someone who can speak from experience without attracting dickheads or people twisting things. Again, I aint particularly comfortable sharing this so yeah- Be courteous- TW AHEAD - ALSO LONG ASS READ. DNI STANS OR ANTIS. May tag a few folks, may not.  HuskerDust is an extremely popular ship in the community however there’s glaringly obvious flaws in this one-sided relationship that both the fans and even the team fail to see. Neglecting the dangerous real world implications this ship [as well as many others] present to it’s audience - especially the more influenced of the audience, most who are children.

Angel flirts with all the male cast however one who catches his eye the most is Husk. Now I want to point out a few things [of many... obviously]; Angel is instantly starry eyed upon seeing Husk, likewise he actually started off with a ‘Hey~’ instead of something sexual. However he quickly ruins this after Husk tells him to go fuck himself [defined by: “ go fuck yourselfphrase of fuckVULGAR SLANGan exclamation expressing anger or contempt for, or rejection of, someone.” ie, he rejected instantly] by responding with an offer to allow Husk to essentially watch him masterbate. Alongside this, he cradles his face. Husk pulls away and seems to pull a face to express rage/disgust or growling imagery alongside COMPLETELY withdrawing his body away from Angel as Angel stares with goo-goo eyes. Firstly, Angel loves animals - perhaps it’s Husk appearing cute that adds to this, however Im not going to address animal imagery just yet. Secondly, Angel isn’t really portrayed to respect other’s boundaries BUT he does respect... Alastor’s. Al declines the blowjob to which Angel shrugs and doesn’t push this matter any further. With Husk, he’s pretty harshly told to piss off yet he makes quite and explicitly sexual remark, alongside invading his personal space and touching a man clearly disinterested and pulling away. From the initial rejection, it then becomes sexual harassment.  I also want to add that Husk comes with [some] perks in his feline form. And if my name didnt make it obvious, I work with and live with cats on a daily. Briefly, I have been educated in how to understand cat’s language in various individual cat as well as how to handle and work with them. Cats are often drawn towards me and Ive been successful with various types of cats. My most recent being a cat I’ve dubbed as Big - Big was abandoned quite young and has lived most his life on the streets [where I live is high in crime and drug rings, so you can imagine how strays are treated] leading to him being extremely fearful and hating people, hissing and fleeing just seeing people. I took time out last summer to finally give befriending him a shot. It’s taken just under a year of hard work and now he visits every day for his mush [wet food] and kisses, responds to his name and runs up to me in delight. Ive even taught him a phrase to signal that I dont want him or the other cat’s to fight [keeps them all safe and aids them becoming acquainted under supervision - something that’s been working surprisingly well]. I apologise in advance as this is not going to be the first instance of this sort of thing but they are relevant. Trying my best to keep it as brief.  For Husk, I will be using a mix of cat and human characteristics to break down his reactions.  In this first interaction, he turns his body away in a way to suggest caution, wariness and disinterest. In fact, much of his general body language is that of a man deeply closed off from connections - for starters, he folds his arms quick a bit which suggests lack of openness, shutting off and defensiveness *usually*. Likewise, when touched, he slightly jumps and tenses before pulling back in aggression with flattered ears - a sign cats give to display extreme hostility in a situation. It’s NEVER a good thing but then again, neither is crossing someone’s boundaries. It’s even stated that Husk hates Angel’s advances and wishes for nothing to do with him - the same dislike of sexual advances that Al dislikes in Angel. The ending as they all walk inside, Angel turns to Husk, winking and blowing a kiss his way despite the clear rejection earlier. In fact, Husk once again grows tense and is even irked by such a gesture. This won’t be the last mention of Angel totally disregarding how Husk feels - something that rubs off onto the fans AND the team themselves. And it’s... *concerning*, to phrase it lightly. Angel so far is the most persistent towards the most resistant, and in my post on RadioDust I have already established [briefly] on how Angel seems to chase unavailable men. The more unavailable, the more tempting. The one that got away, mentality. It’s not healthy. And I’m surprised so few have acknowledged this. Taking a break from what we’ve seen in the Pilot, let’s establish some facts about the pair.  Angel died in 1947 in his 30s [some posts specify 34-35], putting his birth year around 1911-12ish. Husk died in the 70s IN his 70s [again, nothing is truly specified, so for both we’ll go with 75 - the same number in his IG username] that puts birth year roughly 1900′s. Now an age gap between two adults of 11 - 12 years difference is actually reasonable and can work, depending on circumstance and whether theres a balance in power or not. But when we account for their life experiences and death ages, it’s something else entirely. Angel died young. Not only that but his mind seems more stuck in his raunchy teens than of an adult. And even THEN, he wouldnt be one to necessarily settle down [by which I mean in life, not romance]. He’s extremely emotionally stunted and his selfishness and wanting his own way come off very spoilt [when Husk is pissed off about the cat costume, Angel gets moody because he’s used to compliments AND is dressing to impress Husk. When Husk wanted the money he was rightfully owed, Angel threw a fit for ages until starting to earn it back - even though he owed Husk a drink, which I’ll be coming back to, Husk still wanted the money in the end perhaps hinting to only accepting a freebie as it’s on offer as well as Angel being overly persistent. He even dumps his pig onto Husk to look after, while theres no issue in pet sitting, Angel said Husk ‘owed’ him due to missing the show yet when HE owed Husk, he threw a fit.]. Angel’s life style is wildly chaotic in life AND death, and even though we all know he’s most likely going to be redeemed, he still lacks a lot of experiences in life. He lacks maturity.  On the other hand, Husk’s been through his own share of chaos and heartbreak. Difference is, he’s had a life time of experience. He doesn’t act immature in a childish sense. He truly behaves like a downtrodden old man. He’s had his days and would feel more secure settling down in a more peaceful environment with fun yet much needed calm. A better way to handle his need for risk. Age gaps in adults that are large [75 - 35 = 40 years!] are far less likely to work for a multitude of reasons. The main reason is the difference in life stages - that difference in mentality and experiences plays such an impacting role on compatibility. Often their goals and energies are polar opposites and their common grounds minimal. There’s also the looming concern of power dynamics. Whilst it’s usually the older figure that’s holds the power advantage, in this case it’s a little bit more complicated. I’d argue that it’s possibly Angel with the higher power. This rarely works irl but it’s POSSIBLE. Look at Hugh Heffner and his last partner before his death. I believe she was around 22. However there’s many common grounds, immediate attraction, and similar goals. Though incorrect, Heffner does give off a pimp-like vibe (he’s not but you get what I’m implying with mothlike imagery). Husk does not strike me as that type. It would definitely cheapen his character. In terms of interests, the main thing they have in common is that they like to drink. A bad habit, especially when one is an alcoholic. Both are also rather lazy except for certain circumstances [Husk will go out of his way to help HOWEVER he’s obliged to under Al, the only one he’s seen to willingly help and bond with/be seen with is Niffty. Angel is when there’s a fight, chaos, drama or any sex work]. Both are also rather snarky and vulgar. In terms of love, both suffer intimacy issues. On Husk, it’s ‘losing the ability to love a long time ago’ meaning he was likely cheated on or at least had a failed relationship. If he was ever ready for a new start, he’d definitely want something stable yet rewarding. For now, he needs a LOT of work - work he is not yet willing to put in, nor does he have a reason to. Angel doesnt want to commit because he’s extremely selfish as well as in an already abusive ‘relationship’ already. Sex work is sometimes VERY taxing on the mental health due to some of the folk you service. He’s seen the worst in many and just enjoys the pay and fuck. IF Husk was cheated on, then it’d make a lot of sense if a sex worker wouldn’t be his flavour, it would just serve as a reminder. Not only this, but Angel HIMSELF actively participates in cheating. Not with Val... but with *Travis*. BOTH know Travis is married (I’d be feckin worried if Trav didnt-) yet they still choose to cheat anyways, regardless of the pain it could cause. Angel even mocks this by sending greetings to Trav’s wife. Honestly this... Reminds me a LOT of Stolas - a main character who sexually harasses another character clearly not interested/comfortable, participates in cheating and we’re supposed to root for them (and before anyone gets offended, I do have more to say on Angel’s behalf so please be patient). Either way, it’s very toxic and concerning. Even if Husk wasn’t cheated on, I dont think many would feel exactly secure after having such a rough past with love, diving into a relationship with someone who’s openly participated in multiple affairs. And that’s no shitting on sex workers either, it’s just a point that some would feel uncomfortable with the idea of being with ANYONE (regardless of their work) having actively and KNOWINGLY took part in having an affair previously - especially multiple. Husk’s in an emotionally fragile place and needs more security. We’ve already established Husk heavily dislikes Angel’s advances. In fact, his responses to Angel are similar to his responses to... Al! His body language is VERY test and closed off to even Al, who’s most likely knew him for a very long time. If even Al gets this treatment (whilst also disrespecting his boundaries) then it’ll be the same with Angel (both force Husk into their lives and schemes, both disregard his boundaries). And he’s shown to STILL go out his way to help both however this is most likely tied to an unspoken ‘debt’ he owes Alastor. Plus he’s been mentioned behind the scenes to be a secret softie and protective grandpa type. But this animosity is very reflective of how Loona behaves and responds to Blitzo as well as how both Loona AND Husk (One being a ‘lowly servant’, the other being a literal old MAN) as pets - even the fans - just because of their forms. But this isnt the first of the disrespect they receive. Now we delve deeper Both are addicts of some kind (Husk - drinking, gambling. Angel - Drugs, possibly sex). Not a good mix at all romantically. Addicts often and unintentionally feed their addictions to each other as well as can increase likelihood of relapsing which even a recovered addict can slip back into. When times get tough (a natural occurrence) both are likely to suffer with their addictions. Interestingly, they can become addicted and dependent on one another, which is genuinely unhealthy for a mindset anyways, regardless whether addiction existed prior or not. Addiction only increases these chances. Angel likes confidence in a man (confirmed on Patreon). Yet, Husk is even confirmed  in streams to be deeply troubled and insecure. One thing he hates is his demon form, something that we’ll touch on shortly. Angel loves quality food ESPECIALLY of Italian origin whilst Husk is willing to eat the shit they give you in bars (admittedly that was painful to type as someone who grew up around pubs - either way it’s not exactly high quality or gourmet is what I’m saying). Interestingly, in some character references of Angel, it’s stated that he hates rejection. Hates. That’s a VERY strong word. This could explain but not justify why he’s persistent with Husk (similar to NiceGuys believing you’re playing ‘hard to get’ - further illuding to an immature and toxic mindset) though it interestingly doesn’t apply with Alastor. Odd.  There’s a counterpoint to symbolism in art. A very VALID counterarguement... If it suited Viv’s style. During Media Studies, Business, Design and Art, hell fucking Silent Hill! - I’ve been educated on effective symbolism as well as artistic trademarks (the most famous that most should know is Alfred Hitchcock!). Hitchcock often appeared in all his films, usually as a sidefacing silhouette, trading marking his films with his very PRESENCE. Viv’s seems to revolve around hearts. I mention this because an IG account made the point that hearts were to symbolise anyone connected with Angel’s story and love life (Valentino’s business and shades/collar, heart behind Angel’s head, Heart tattoo on Cherri’s right shoulder, hearts for Husk’s paws, eyebrow marks above natural brows, wings, and nose as well as most of the playing cards). Thing is, there’s hearts EVERYWHERE in all of Viv’s works and such symbology of Angel and hearts is weakened if it connects to the villains/abusers as well - taking away the positivity in a love symbol. Viv’s used hearts in her font, backgrounds, in characters ears, in all her series just generalised, Blitzo’s forehead, background characters, again the cards, Travis’s eyes, Millie’s right shoulder in the SAME place as Cherris. Even Vaggie had a heart tattoo on the shoulder in some christmas themed artwork (on her left). Heart’s is just something Viv seems to brand herself with. And that’s fine though I feel she could do with cutting it down slightly. One thing to early note on the cards (again, this’ll creep up later and my name should tell you why), most are heart suits and usually either a face card (J, Q, K), Joker, ace or 2s. Face cards/Jokers for more details close up (look at the signing artwork) and the rest are just easier to animate, though a little bit of a peeve to someone into their cards as well as the massive overuse of red in Hazbin overall. It’s extremely unlikely to be symbolic. If they change it to be so, then it’s... Weakened. As I’ve mentioned earlier, Silent Hill is an example of extremely clever symbolism in more darker media (more so, SH is considered a ‘hell’ of sorts and does feature religious iconography WITHOUT causing offence. A great example of how to portray this type of thing - they even mix humour in if you consider some of the sneaky references, dialogues and odd UFO/dog endings).  Discussing Viv’s art further, she drew a gift for her sister (original creator of Husk when he possessed white fur) of Angel playfully dragging a disinterested and annoyed Husk (I believe this was still around the time SpiderMoth was canon). The newish art tends to have Angel putting a holly crown on him or sitting on his knees, Husk seeming too lazy to really do anything about it. Very nonchalant. I also want to include some interesting stream arts here and later to further highlight their bond.  A fan asked Viv in a stream to draw them “actually getting along” - this wording implying that the fan is aware of Husk not enjoying Angel’s company. So Viv did, with an extra doodle of Husk being one of the ‘canadian people’ from South Park who sing “Im not your friend”. The art alone shows Husk’s absolute discomfort, even the extra thing Viv added w/o request. As they’re her characters and the fan asked for what they’d look like getting along, to show this discomfort goes to show the dynamic once planned. Husk just isnt a fan of Angel, especially when he’s being sexual and touchy. It can be great for small comedic parts, however both the team AND fans have now crossed this over to really creepy and triggering realms in their ships. It’s creepy and doesnt look good on Angel (who they actively root for) nor the gay community (more on that).

[Yes Ive already pointed out the comedic side of this ^ but it doesnt bode well considering the other points and issues that arise] There’s also a request for drag angel flirting with drunk husk. Personally thats a lil creepy to specify one of the two being intoxicated and thus not able to truly consent. If Angel is willing to flirt with someone in that state, it doesnt mean he would fuck them, but it does feel the fan was thinking that’s the case. In all truth, I think Angel WOULD flirt with those incapable of consent purely to swindle or pickpocket. I’d like to think [and HOPE considering his own abuse by Val] that he’d never take it further. And I hope Viv, the team and the fans see how incredibly creepy that thought is. I’ll give benefit of the doubt though it is still a concern. Either way, Angel appears... Annoyed? Husk is completely turned away and seems incredibly grouchy and confused. This shows yet more rejection on his behalf as well as Angel’s response to being rejected, which highlights his immaturity towards it. Remember, he’s USED TO and EXPECTS everyone to want him (even saying this in the Pilot). Hell, there’s even a Rich Vaggie request where Viv again randomly includes Husk. This time, he’s faced towards her and relaxed, though seems unimpressed and overall disinterested in this type of behaviour. Behaviour and interests of Angel [Celeb status and rich appearance due to Val, despite getting very little of the cut and the vanity, as well as Husk just not giving a shit about this sort of peacock display]. (Also wanted to note in Viv’s #3 stream 1:50:50, Faust makes out that Husk is a ‘dirty, creepy old man’ as well as him constantly threatening violence towards Angel. I dont see him as *creepy* in this context - as it implies perversion that he blatantly lacks fortunately - though it’s very telling of how Husk feels and again shows this toxic relationship).

/Angel’s Type: First off, daddy issues. He has them. Now let’s look at ‘daddy’. Henroin is shorter than Angel, dark fur, grumpy, old, wears only a hat and tie, big brows... Sounds familiar? Ok, look at his brother Arackniss. Similar to Henroin, dark, short, grouchy, bullied by and bullies Angel, is adverse to Angel and overall possess a bad relationship. Ok.... His main client, Travis! Short, dark fur, moody, Only wears hat and tie, drinker (shown in stream as request so take drinking with a pinch), similar face to- Is no one else seeing this trait? Angel seems to go for these shorter than him grouchier men who either want him for sex or hate his presence. Men who are like his dad and brother. All of these guys are far too similar, and we’ve got enough men in suits, bowties and sharp teeth in this show to boot as it is- The psychology of this type of attachment is rooted in a bad familial relationship alongside the subconscious desire to repair or compensate for it. Unknowningly the person will keep seeking out this sort of guy who isnt good for them to fix this internal issue. The resolution is to NOT go for these types. It’s also connected to intimacy fears, by going for those you know arent good for you/right for you/interested in you is often the manifestation of these issues. Pair them with daddy issues and it’s a disaster! There is science to back this up. Valentino is interestingly the opposite yet still toxic issues arise. Why? Because he’s going from one extreme to the other but with the same mindset. Neither of these men or types for MANY reasons are right for him. And visa versa. Seeing a pattern? ~~~~

Angel w Husk? I mentioned before that Husk hates his demon form. If you’re an old man, a gambler, some Vegas bloke and have this grouchier disposition, why the fuck would you want to look like an oversized pet? Exactly. Angel however adores his own aside from the feet. Now I find it strange how the guy we’re rooting for just so happens to like his own form which was intended for punishment. But that’s not todays post. I said earlier that Angel is heavily fixated on Husk’s appearance. Especially the feline aspects (calling him Husky and Kitty - petnames he hates that also treat him again more like a pet than a man -, dressing as a ‘sexy cat’ to appeal to him which can come off as more mockery. This is even backed up by fans who seem to think an old guy’s gonna act like some school girl anime trope?). All of this completely disregards and disrespects Husk’s feelings and perspectives. Something the fans and team take part in actively. Angel - whether you want to hear this or not - is SELFISH. When Husk ‘owed’ him for missing the show (babysitting Fat Nuggets), Husk begrudgingly fulfils this. The second Angel owed Husk for stealing drinks, Angel threw a hissy fit. The silent treatment, going to other bars and posting about it whilst complaining (again focusing on Husk being ‘cute’). Trying to cop out of it by buying Husk a smoothie (though it looked like a date, lets be real, do you REALLY have to bribe someone to date and be around you? No) and even then he still had to owe the money which was more of Husk’s concern. Yes he did in the end and more money than needed, hence the returning of the extra cash, but that is no excuse for the childish behaviour prior. He’s much too accustomed to being adored and pampered and getting his own way that he cant grasp when people arent a fan or willing to pamper him. If they make them a ship, all it does it make Angel completely into a shitty Gary-Stu that everyone loves and pities for his suffering, rather than teach him to grow, earn his redemption and confronting his own toxicity. Let me make this extremely clear: ANGEL DOES NOT DESERVE ABUSE OR RAPE. But when he starts behaving as shitty, he’s hard to root for. Remember, he’s sexually harassing all these guys, with Husk getting the brunt of it. But it’s treated as a joke for them and only taken seriously for Angel. Val abuses all of his employees. He abuses VOX and even THAT was mocked by fans and staff. It’s... It’s frankly gross.  In every interaction Husk has with Angel, his body language is closed off, tense, uncomfortable, turned away and hostile - look at the IG. He wont even allow Angel to touch him. Compare this to Niffty, who he’s fine with taking pictures with and letting her hang around and touch him. Body language is relaxed (relaxed shoulders, open body language) and he doesnt look hostile at all. What does Angel do? Always tries to get close to Husk (such as sitting as close as possible during Poker) and forces both his OWN hobbies onto Husk (ones that Husk shows a strong disinterest in) and Husk’s hobbies (Poker). It’s very FORCED and not natural. Going back to immaturity, he blames Husk and his cards for being shit at the game. They’re always bickering, insulting, fighting in the comments but fans only see this as a ‘cute couple fight’ or Husk being ‘tsundere’.Tsundere. An anime trope often used in young characters. Irl tsundere is NOT this dramatised. The tsundere you see in anime, apply that irl and you get the recipe for the most toxic, petty and immature relationship going. You get constant fights, unease, not feeling loved/appreciated, little trust - the list goes on. Plus an old bloke really isnt going to indulge in tsundere traits. It’s childish. After his history with love, I doubt he’d be up for games and messing about. For something meaningful, he’d just want open honesty. Their ‘relationship’ feels like it’s written by horny kids attempting a fanfic after being inspired by 50 shades and twilight (both show toxic relationshiiiiiips~). The worst is that these are adult writers trying to portray some realistic yet sensitive topics. This is just ill fuckin taste. Even the warnings in Helluva’s ‘Horny Demons’ leaves a bad taste when the fans are thinking Stolas is the best dad despite both parents ruining Octavia’s mental health. Despite the next day after that episode aired Stolas starts flirting with Blitzo again on IG. Despite Blitzo being clearly uncomfortable and sexually harassed and even co-herced into sex (VERY UNHEALTHY MESSAGES HERE). Viv herself has been in bad relationships so how the fuck she’s blind to this and even borderline fetishizing this sort of behaviour that everyone seems to play off as ‘Awwww cute tsundere <3 BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIENDS’ is abhorrent. I’ll go into this more later on how this really just... It treats male sexual harassment and assault as a fucking joke- Angel’s constant unwarranted flirting is no different from the freaks on IG that send dick pics to underage kids and random women in their dms and fathom that they’re ‘nice’ and have a ‘chance’. Wanna know the creepiest? The candid photo of Husk on Angel’s wall. Something Husk seems horrified about. It’s fangirlish and teenager like at BEST, and obsessive stalker at worst. He’s NOT respecting Husk’s boundaries or feelings. That’s still up despite Husk’s reaction. He still wore the costume despite Husk’s feelings. Angel’s thinking with his dick and it’s such a fucked up message that everyone seems to support just because ‘its FICTION. Theyre in HELL.Theyre BAD people.’ Yeah? Well look at how that’s effecting and warping reality and perspective. It’s glamourising it. Fetishsizing stalking and making it cute. Yer have celebrity or boyband or whatever youre a fan of pics on your wall. NOT your crush. NOT someone who clearly isnt interested or happy with this. If someone who kept commenting on your pictures “sexy” suddenly had a picture of you on their wall, what would YOU think? How would YOU FEEL? Because myself and my own sisters have been in VERY fucking similar situations and it’s traumatic. His paw is even attempting the lens - Angel is crossing his boundaries and not getting the message that Husk doesnt want this. He’s forcing himself onto Husk. Yknow... VAL forced himself on Angel and it ended up in numerous rapes. Angel hasnt raped Husk, but if he wont take no. If he wont respect boundaries. If he only wants Husk to do what he wants but throws a fit when he owes husk - he’s picking up on Val’s bad habits more and more. How are so few - even the very team creating this - not seeing how disgusting this is? Are we only supposed to give a shit if Angels hurt? If so, the message isnt so much of how despicable Val is but how awful it is to upset Angel. Fans constantly blame Husk for being grumpy, annoyed at or rejecting Angel. Look at this real world implication. Not only that but Angel being gay just reinforces one of the worlds most disgusting and inaccurate stereotype of gay men being sexual predators and forcing men to have sex whether theyre comfortable or not. MOST gay men arent like this, and those who are its just because THEYRE shitty people (Jeffree fucking Starr, but look how people ‘stan’ his fuckin behaviour). Val is rubbing off on Angel as much as fiction has a MASSIVE impact on reality - whether we’re willing to admit it or not. Like Val, hes pushing past boundaries, he’s selfish, hes more into visuals than anything else. It’s one sided, superficial and theres no click. No connection. Be in this situation yourself and seeing this sorta shit becomes second nature to stay alive. Angel even says that most of hells residents are ‘ugly freaks’ yet finds Husk cute. It’s all LOOKS. Who else likes appearances alone? Val. I know this will trigger and upset fans, Ive been told to fucking die and have my ED triggered when I mentioned it before. But accept that all of them have flaws. Everyone irl have flaws. But there’s flaws and then theres a fuckin crime. If Husk was a woman, more people would see the flaw, but even then... Look at many romance movies - not all but many go for opposites attract (science proves this inaccurate irl), stalking, or even sexual harassments and assualts but she falls for him and they end up together. That aint love thats Stockholm with extra steps. Think you’re triggered and upset? Go through this shit - have a history with it happening - and then see some show you love and a comfort character get treated the exact same and everyone JUSTIFIES it, including the team themselves. It’s NOT cute.  Part 2 to the previous point: Both do share common interests, but it’s very unhealthy such as excessive drinking, both being addicts and being rather lazy, etc. Otherwise the common ground just isnt good. They’re opposites that really dont compliment each other. (Not a valid point here but I find it interesting how Angel loves aquariums and Husk can fly too). Viv’s writing is mediocre at best (but with glowing potential - a diamond in the rough - hence why it’s so frustrating) but Husk’s writing is the laziest. According to Viv he’s (paraphrased) “easiest to write... doesnt care about anything, almost always grumpy leading to similar reactions to everything”. His voice and alcoholism even has a lot of inspiration from Rick Sanchez. As I said with Angel in the RadioDust post, it’s almost like the addictions are seen as a joke. A running gag is fine if you can play it off well and it’s not about something so serious EVEN MORE SO when the series is about how damaging the addictions are and redemption. Why is this end goal being ignored unless it’s about Angel himself? That’s not just favouritism or bias, that’s also heavily self indulgent and a backwards ass message. Right now, Hazbin and Helluva have this ugly fixation on sex and ships. VIV has a fixation on ‘horny demons’. Her main characters are incredibly sexual bar Al (dont even say Husk, Niffty, Charlie or Vaggie or even loona and Moxxie are even on par with the focus and treatment Val, Angel, Blitz and Stolas are given). It’s very fixated and concerning. Its starting to feel like it’s about to divulge into hentai than a legit series with even a hint of the plot or a message. It reminds me of Family Guy trying to be BoJack. It’s starting to remind me of fucking Sausage Party and the final orgy. Sex and swears makes it inappropriate for kids but that doesnt make it adult or mature, and this is coming from someone who swears more than a fucking sailor whos stubbed his bare pinky toe on a fucking crate corner. Constant swears arent funny or artful in the slightest when it’s over done. It’s just... childish adult humour. We cant be expected to want to root for any of them at this rate- All A24 and other companies are seeing is big cash and easily manipulated child audiences (for easy money). They KNOW it can be better but theyd rather be lazy as they’ll profit big either way. This is going to end up like YanSim and YanDev. Amazing potential, shit writing with a leader too stubborn to accept and act on criticism, seeing it as hate. At this point, Husk isnt a deeply troubled man with vices and interests. He’s just fuck candy and romantic end goal for Angel. To compliment and complete him. Just another accessory to the Angel Show. Vivs sister who made Husk even loves Angel so it’ll only serve to further this already toxic narrative.  The ship doesnt look or feel right. There’s too much established now to see the dynamics and favouritism in the creators. Self indulgence. You cant play favourites when you do this sort of thing professionally. The audience can see it and it turns people away. Ask any nonHaz/Helluva fan what they think and it’s... Well, average.  Another thing is everyone went full hype on Frozen focusing on something other than romance as a form of love. But then go back to “Ok now everyone reenact the final scenes of Sausage Party” afterwards. Not everything is sex and romance, and it really is starting to feel Viv and the fans are focused on that like Incels focusing on ‘chad’. It’s creepy. Helping with food, telling someone self conscious on their weight that they’re not fat, not taking more money than someone owes, even helping out with a pet - that’s something that a good friend would do. In fact, Husk even laughs at the goofy Angel cutout and it being destroyed. It doesnt instantly equate to wanting to fuck. The fact that the fans and even some of the team seem borderline horny is... Completely destroying this show, it’s message and everything about it. Viv said ships were hardly the focus in her stream but look at it now. Look at what Viv focuses on now. It’s just fanservice shit. Nothing more. Self indulgence shit, look at the team making rape into a fetish or shipping themselves publicly with the characters on the public IGs. It’s like watching children run a business and it’s painful because the entire series is suffering when it could be amazing.  Friendship should be more normalised as a valuable type of relationship just as much as love or family are. I’ll also add that Husk adding after the show “Oh fuck... Is this what I missed? Shit.” is ooc like the ‘date’ (that was compensation for stolen drinks, like a tamer version of Blitzo fucking Stolas for the grimoire). It contradicts that he slept it off rather than an attempt at staying awake, as well as calling it a “god damn peepshow” implying a repulsion to the peverse tendencies. The constantly commenting, following and posting Angel related pics makes little sense either from someone who’s blatantly been sexually harassed as well as the clear repulsion of the candid pic on the wall. He outright rejected Angel. What would be realistic are the IGs focusing on learning about the characters, their lives and interests - ALL updating at realistic paces. Old men arent tech savvy usually nor care for social media that much. He’d post drinks, gambling, casinos, life with Niffty and Alastor. Heck maybe a picture of Angel captioned “When will this guy leave me the FUCK alone?”. He even only seems to tag angel, even in the pic that had Charlie and Vaggie [their shared account] or Niffty. Theres a CLEAR bias in the staff room and it’s messy. Look how most the female cast is ignored (Vaggie/Charlie, Velvet who posted a birthday gift to one of the new artists on the merch WHY? Gasu btw, Niffty, Millie only posting twice - heck even Vox and Loona sometimes get neglected. CLEAR. BIAS.) The ships focused on are 1) NOT established canon yet publicly favoured by Viv and the team (Stoliz, HuskerDust, VoxVal - that last pair havent actually got a VA either-), 2) Are TOXIC and theme around abuse or sexual harassment but it’s ‘cute because gae’ - NO. This makes gay people look really bad when they’re not. 3) HD and SL focus on one sided, stalkerish, cop out ‘tsundere’ excused ships to sugar coat the creepiness which only further fuels bigotry, 4) SL has MERCH on it now, so thats also profiting on sexual harassment imagery (again, dont give a shit they arent real - the EFFECTS are. The people who can relate ARE. The people being horridly stereotyped ARE). Thing is, the IGs originally were there to promote ADDICT which started as a fan song anyways despite everyone saying how Viv is stubborn in her ways an uninfluenced by her fans (proof says otherwise) yet shes allowed a fan song to be canon. Theres a focus on forced love for fanservice. The IGs have long outstayed their welcome. The Val account allows glamourisation of the sick shit Val does AND entinses fans to bully as they forget a REAL PERSON runs the fucking account, Val isnt even a scary villain either - hes just a big teen like everyone else - stuck in a teen drama with all this. Pimps are smart. Theyre scary. Theyre masters of manipulati- HOW DO THEY NOT DO THE RESEARCH?! Viv wanted this sense of realism and dealing with sensitive topics in one of the worst executed ways Ive ever seen- It’s toxic. It’s dangerous. These are shit messages and your fans display that when they think all criticism is ‘hAtE’ and actively bully real people w REAL EXPERIENCES. Telling them to ‘stop pls’ does fuck all because you still promote shit messages straight after. Like with Stolas to Blitz in a IG story a day after Ep 2. Classy.  Fanservice seems desperate to keep these fans (rather than market correctly... Just like YanDev) and it leads to fans feeling like they have the audacity to steer the series. Poor business with WEAK boundaries. Viv, you lost your series a long time ago. Want it back? LISTEN TO LEGIT CRITICISM. Stop surrounding yourself with yes men. Even my best fucking friend calls me out when Im out of line because a real friend will fucking take the chance of hurting your feelings if it means helping you in the long run and grow.  Mick joked about the inside of Husk’s ears matching Angels coat, that the ears are cat’s most sensitive and vulnerable parts. 1) Cats vulnerable part is their tummy - hence why you need their trust first (alternatively yer get the odd cat that has full confidence they cat hurt you a lot faster than you can tickle them - I own one), 2) Its weird that Viv doesnt know this considering how many cats she has - its important to learn the language of those you love to give them your full understanding and a great bond 3) This romanticises sexual harassment more than it already is in the media (remember, theres women out there still murdered for saying no!) as well as reinforces the stereotypes of gay men forcing non-interested men into sex (again, a very toxic and unrealistic trope - a dangerous one thats led to gays being murdered!). And the ears design is unnecessarily overly complex considering those fuckin wings he supports. If the design adds nothing to the character but aesthetic, then it can go on the chopping block. Rules for simple animation. Besides from Angel sharing the same tooth as Val (who knows if that was added after he started working for Val as branding?) you could use this argument to say Pent or Al are soulmates for Angel because of having striped suits, or sharp teeth - no, it was intended as a joke that Viv fueled to irresponsibly because it’s not the first time she’s dodged publicly addressing something (something youll NEED to get used to in a big company), and she’s publicly dodged shit after this too so Im not putting faith in her until she can act professionally as the job requires. Likewise, professionals should consider what and how they joke as they’re presenting an image of a company/business. And people WILL eat that shit up face value regardless. In her stream #2, a fan requests for art of flustered angel and smug husk to fuel their ship. at 2:10:21, she does so. She’s also done this for Baxter x Niffty and Cherri x Tom. As a professional, you really should be avoiding this sort of thing in the name of fanservice. I get it, fanservice = financial gain. But it also results in empty meaning. It’s a shell of what the passion project once was, hence why you make the ENTIRE skeleton before involving others. The team help construct the muscles, tendons and organs. The public - moreso critics and the more experienced in those fields help sew the skin. Then you bring it to life, the fans become like blood. They aid to keep it alive. Even Ash and Mick mention Husk being ‘tsundere’. Im had most my piece about it earlier, however I’ll repeat and add some extras. Tsundere is an exaggerated personality, often used in younger characters. In terms of a relationship, it’s very immature, leads to poor communication and results in a toxic love. Science can back this up as well as the lack of realism. It’s more immature minds/hearts that go to what they interpret as tsundere in hopes of the love life the media portrays. A farce. Y’know what Angel needs? Someone open, honest, open to love and comforting. He doesnt need someone rebuffing and him chasing. It’s nothing more than an immature thrill. Once the love begins, it’s burns out QUICK. It’s far from sustainable or healthy. It’s not what either really need and further show Angel’s fixation on men who subconsciously remind him of his father. It’s not healthy. Another thing is a tsundere actually IS interested but shows it in the most immature and childish means possible. Would a really old bloke actually give a shit to play those sorts of games? No. Not one coming from a place like husk has. It’s painful how lacking in research and experience these people are. Science backs up that opposites solemnly attract also. In fact, they often either repel or only get as far as friendship.  Fan and Team Mentality in Brief: Im coming out with my ultimate pet peeve: if you’re going to have one of the MAIN characters be a gambler, do your research. The only background shit is a casino, LOADS of sex references (in Pride? Really?) and drugs. It’s like someone listing what they think is adult and tabboo and naughty. It’s yikes. Cards are almost always aces, 2s or blank. MOST are heart suits (like we need MORE red - we get it, it’s hell. But it’s an immature larvae stage hell). I get 2s and aces being easier to animate, however you have Husks wings, the entire of alastor, angels arms - if youre busting the budget for the menial then bust it to the cards. Theres like ONE spade. The full house isnt a full house (here’s a display of the fans lack of education on the matter as well which serves as a sure sign that they know just as little on any of this as SpindleHorse, they think it’s a sign on him being a card cheat. A card cheat. I aint saying hes not but what I AM saying is poker professionals are some of the most observant people in the world. Especially when money’s involved they’ll ensure youve got your facts right. That wouldnt fly at ALL. But theres more~ fans think Husk spent loaaaads of time staring at angel’s face in the IG poker out of <3 Newsflash. When you play poker you read EVERYONE like a book. Every little twist and twitch of the features. Its not about love. It’s about winning. Its about money. Play enough poker and it’s instinct if you want to actually play decently. Call bluffs. Life aint a fuckin romance.) And playing Poker at a BlackJack table? In a casino? These are all common knowledge and basics if you just research. And this is coming from someone with a history of this.  The fans even believed Tipsy Bartender’s ‘Peach Princess Cocktail’ was something Spindlehorse made as a beverage form of Niffty, Angel and even Charlie because of the name. Now, Im not expecting everyone to be a fuckin boozy either, but to not even consider it’s a very real drink does show that many fans are far too young for that 18+ label.  Fanart of HD often has Husk being OOC OR being held hostage (often via webs - one even being reblogged by Viv, aint that cute!). Some even have Husk completely intoxicated, which would be rape. Im not sugarcoating it. Because too many are getting the sweet treatment and copying Viv’s ‘dont address and it disappears!’ tactic - A LOT of internet celebs do it. The ship is drawn a lot by the team in the public eye, Viv reblogs it publicly (SL, HD, alongside canon only ships, how curious-). Husk is pan yet doesnt behave as the stereotype. And Id FULLY support this with my fucking SOUL (fun fact: you cant sell a soul. Thats myth to scare people-) if it was done correctly. But the way bisexuals, lesbians, gays and aces are portrayed so stereotypically (even Pan in terms of Val’s sexomania), it’s really REALLY uncomfortly coming across as Husk being pansexual JUST to make him an ‘option’ for Angel. Hell even the hets are given a shite representation. Some art btw has husk tricked into a kiss. Cute, we’re really starting to like blurring consent aint we? Remember, Angel has celeb power in his world. In the real world, he has a following. HE has the power in the ship massively. Hell, fans JUSTIFY Angels behaviour and absolutely rip Husk a new shithole if he fuckin even so as to DARE OPPOSE ANGELS MUCH DESERVED LOVE! - sarcasm because I have to make that shit clear now. Fans dont care about Husks feelings, he wasnt even popular until this ship started to explode. Y’know what would be cool and break stereotypes? An old straight white guy actually accepting his friends sexualities. The pan thing feels really fucking gimicky and exploitive and gross based on the history of all this shit. It feels disingenuine. Representation doesnt come from it just being there. What next? Katie whips on blackface to further show shes a bigoted knobhead whos white and straight? Dont get me wrong, Katie’s an arsehole but theres other means to show this rather than ALL HETS HATE THE BIG GAE. They dont. They really dont. But hey, we’ll show a gay man sexually harass every guy and root for him! NO. Thats fucked up. It makes gays look like the predators theyre not. It’s like the fucking 50s with modern tech - is that the real identity of Vox? Fuckin maybe. WHAT THEY NEED - FUCKING FINALLY, ITS THE END IVE BEEN ON THIS SHIT FOR DAYS WHILST SICK LUCKY ME EH? CAN YER FEEEEEEEL MY TIREDNESS OF FANDOMS AND CREATORS EXCUSING SHITTY THINGS FOR CLOUT, MONEY, FAME AND OTHER DUMB SHIT? IF YOU CANT, THEN WHAT THE FUCK, AND OTHER NEWS: Right. Lets get our main shit. Compatibility between the pair is really low - lower than even the team seems to see. And yer old fart of a Hag here’s gotta use my personal suffering as an example because thats what the cool kids do, right? Their friendship compatibility is high. VERY high. But low for love. HEALTHY love. In terms of convo flow, it only has a river when insults are flying, otherwise Husk actively cuts Angel short or outright annoys him. In reality, someone like Husk would gross out Angel, but the cute cat look can turn that the fuck around - JUST the look. Fans and the team oddly think it’s cute though. Yes, I remember being negged at the bar and thinking “BOY arent my pants flooded like the fuckin planet when the ice caps are melting”. There’s no click. Theres infatuation and lust one sided based on looks. Husk isnt even remotely interested and no means delayed yes apparently. Angel as a rape VICTIM should know better than to blur consent like this. Angel isnt a rapist [for the skim reading raging stans ANGELS NOT A RAPIST, YAAAAAY!] but he sure has a shit grip on when he’s looking like Val when Val forced Angel into a kiss by not accepting rejection. It’s. CREEPY. Its fuckin weird. Husk is literally named after being a shell of his former self, I doubt random sex and forced interest is gonna make him spring to life like bastard Zeberdy from the Magic Pissin Roundabout. Honestly, sexual harassment and addictions are treated the same in this - a joke. A punchline. A gag. Sure makes me fuckin gag. Nah, the more healthier Chaggie relationship (needs work on Charlies damn part - dont let freaky taxidermy men sexually assault your life partner like that) is booooring, lets focus on sexual harassment leading to true love like all the other shitty romcoms shall we? Or sugar coat it with ‘getting to know them better <3′ like Beauty and the Beast. A story, by yours truly: My mom’s mates with this woman. Lets call her M because her name starts with an M. M is just like Angel except slightly older, overweight and disabled - so not everyones cup of tea visually (shes neither here nor there to me imo, not like I hold interest in shaggin her). Like Angel, she fuckin flirts with any ANY man around her. She’ll even touch without consent, rub allllll up and down their backs and bodies, and not leave them alone. She even did this with a few gay men. Shes not a horrible person BUT mom and I are constantly trying to stop her and get through her head how DISGUSTING this treatment is. But nothing gets the message across. Shes ALWAYS talking men and sex and has an on/off fling with this one bloke (dont worry, hes the male M, cheats and does the same as her). Everyone, even women, are uncomfortable with this. Irl it’s desperate and a HUGE repellent. Men are visibly SO uncomfortable. She does it to my father too who is - in case youd forgotten - MARRIED TO HER BEST. FUCKING. FRIEND. My father is not a man of fear (and interestingly, hes one of the real life Huskers I know!) but this woman? *insert Heavy bc why tf not* She scares him. My dad does everything in his damn power to pull away, reject, resist, avoid and cut her off. The only reason hes even nice to her at all is because mom likes her (when M isnt a gross hornbag, shes genuinely a good friend to my mother - much like angel and Cherri). My dad’s strictly banned from insulting her or telling her to fuck off from my mother BECAUSE of her nature with him. Even at her non horny times, he’s even said shes not his flavour.  I’ve had numerous accounts like this myself (ask any woman-) but the worst was the guy thinking - THINKING - that Id eventually be his whilst he played up a lot of our similarities up, seemed nice and I actually thought I had a good guy friend (put it this way, Im genuinely scared of men because of guys like this). At this time, there was a character I discovered who looks and behaves SO much like me, and shes married. My simping arse for this fictional BEAUT [Im sorry but Iris is fucking awesome] compared her romantic traits towards Olgerd as something Id do - and this was a STATUS. It wasnt even too him, tagging him, nothing. I was just spamming Iris like the Iris whore I am, and... Yep. Ill be honest and say that God only knows what else I did that made him think I was ready to rip off my clothes and shag him. My post history back then showed Im like this when I find a character I relate to. I also send hearts a lot publicly and to friends to express joy - I get NERVOUS how that’ll be taken now. He tried to pit my ex friend and I against each other for him and even cyberstalked us pretending to be a girl named Raven. My GUT told me this aint no bastard ‘Raven’. The vibes he gave me, and the fact when I kept saying no he took it as a delayed yes (He even said “Ill wait for when youre ready” not “I understand and am happy to still be friends”) gave me literal nightmares of this guy tracking me down and raping me. He’s currently dating that ex friend (I was still willing to be their friend and support them but they said it was hard to keep us separate in her lifes and she didnt want conflict, so I cut it off amicably with her and I fuckin hope he treats her right. I even sensed in my gut she’d like him and he’d like her - even that theyd be good together! But then I found she was 17 and he was 10 years older, that he was cyberstalking and pitting us against each other, that he was secretly an arrogant fuck and that he gives off red flags like her ex’s - but shes passed 18 now and I want to trust her as an adult that she can deal with this. Shes got a good family.) As a kid, Ive been fuckin groped at school in my shitty neighbourhood. One kid even harassed me wanting to know if Id started my periods yet. Hed constantly fondle girls and ‘keg’ them aka yank down their skirts or trousers in public, and 2 years later held a fucking KNIFE to my throat in a classroom with the shittiest substitute teacher, all because I stood up to him (I was not known for my bravery at school so). He was harassing my female friend who suffers from it since as well as her upbringing, bullying her and stealing her stuff. Shes TINY. She was bullied just as bad as I - who was somehow both the school ghost AND pariah somehow- - and I stepped in and told him to cut that shit out before snatching her things back. I told her to ignore the desperate prick. Thats when he took a boxcutter and held it to my throat, threatening me to keep my head down. Now my neighbourhood fucking qualifies as the British ‘hood’ but Id been lucky to avoid this. Ironically, I wondered what this situation would be like a year prior. Im convinced I can fucking foresee bad shit now and with anxiety that aint good. I froze mentally and I just said “Wooow, Im fucking scared- *friends name*, ignore him” and continued my work. I fucking mentally kicked myself for speaking but I genuinely didnt know what to do. Obviously not fucking that. He sat the full TWO HOURS at our table with this knife, jolting forward mockingly and switching who he pointed it at. The knife btw was from that very room as it was graphics and art. Teacher didnt even notice though honestly Ive had an entire class throw shit at me and call me a whore and the teacher in that class looked at me and TURNED AWAY. End of the day, I reported it to my actual graphics teacher when he returned and he told me he’d take this higher up and to get my parents. My home was only 5 minutes away but I had to walk alone when most the students were gone AND through a fucking alleyway. I always walked with my head low but that day I kept it high and tried to look brave because I genuinely thought he was waiting for me. That he was going to rape and kill me because he’s a pervert and Id just discovered a fucking violent one at that. I broke down at my door. Do you know how fuckin hard it is to look your parents who are dealing with two cancer patients and other issues in the eyes and tell them their ‘little girl’ had a knife to her through for standing up for herself? We went back, I described everything and even remember the yellow-orange handle just to get this kid punished? I even wrote an official police statement (well, the written witness account they add to their statement and evidence) and had to speak on mine and my friend’s behalf because she was that shook up. I never even used to speak for myself! He got expelled, but yknow what us jolly folk dealt with? Hearing kids and his mates mumbling about the ‘rat’ and how much of a cunt they were. Teachers and kids praise him for his art skills and even pin them on display EVERYWHERE (one - ONE - was a fucking self portrait and none of the staff seemed to find issue in that) and even an occassion where he came back into the school when he legally wasnt (trespassing). Do you know how hard it is to fucking avoid someone without raising suspicions from everyone around you in a narrow corridor? Im TALL too. I got NO support from this and felt on edge because he could easily sneak into school. I couldnt say shit because his stupid ‘spies’ were about. Just typing this is upsetting enough- I also know a rl Angel who’s like him minus the sexual harassment. She’s... I never used to like her and visa versa but we actually get along really well now, even though she can be creepy and perverse- But she wouldnt be my type either nor I with her. Often we really fuck each other off but we can also bond great. Another incident reminds me of Husk’s candid photo. Ive had people keep my photo despite me saying not to however I had someone SOMEHOW at that school one the fuck up that. There was a cut out from a magazine of a lady who looked like my DOUBLE except she was asian. Now I thought this was cool and it made me feel sorta pretty. This one girl showed everyone and the teacher, pretty much everyone was like “Oh shit that really is you, C!” and it was harmless fun at first. Until I wanted the picture. Again, this woman looked EXACTLY like me. Yet this girl refused and said she wanted to keep it and even carried it around in her pencil case. Yes it wasnt me but due to the similarities, this photo was called me (tbf the fuckin pic got more respect than I did-). This isnt the only creepy instant between me and this girl but the photo reminds me of it. And this tops people keeping photos OF me which happened in primary school. This was me but legal at that time. And asain. It was super fucking neckbeardy the way she treated this photo and stared, often stroking it and looking at me. I just hope she was only trying to scare me. Theres one final instance of a sexual assault but Im just not yet ready to be public about it. 2 here already know. Those are some of my rl experiences and more to come (unfortunately) that show these behaviours in real life. It seems - it comes across - that sexual harassment, MORE SO TOWARDS MEN, is seen as some punchline and not something legitimately horrifying or dangerous. It’s not cute. It’s fucking FAR from it.  Ive already mentioned how putting two addicts together can lead to relapsing, dependence on each other in an unhealthy way. And Ive even mentioned what Angel needs in a relationship in the RD post. Luckily for you, I’ll copy and paste it here: “ We need to think about where both are mentally. What benefits would a relationship give both? How would they be good and bad for each other? For Al, aside from his outdated views and being a fucking murderer and narcissist, he actually seems in a good mindspace for a relationship IF he opted to be in one. Angel however has a very immature mindset, likewise is in a phase of life where hes bed hopping. IF he were to be in a relationship, I’d say he needs a male equivalent of Cherri - someone with a similar mindset yet some differences, willing to have fun and in touch with their younger side, down to cuddle, open to share and receive love as well as not afraid to publicly be affectionate with him, someone who sees him as more than just for sex, someone fun, someone who’ll let him embrace his cutesy side publicly without shame - Cherri is younger so maybe someone who’s his age or slightly younger perhaps? I think Angel’s not retirement home ready to settle and needs someone on his level that can cuddle and chill as well as feels free and youthful enough to go wild with him. In one sense, he’s got a teen girl sorta mindset (dont put him with a teen though, it’s fuckin weird-). He needs someone positive and raw, someone to let him be himself as well as someone comfortable to be themselves around him. He has a habit of latching onto unobtainable men (in psychology, this is self sabotaging subconsciously): Travis the client, Val a pimp, Husk (emotionally unavailable and needs HEAVY self work - interestingly far more than Angel - plus he’s still onto his last relationship and an addict to gambling and alcohol), Pent who’s the enemy he was currently fighting (inappropriate timing), Alastor who’s not interested in another but his own needs [selfish, VERY bad for a relationship]. Subconsciously he’s self sabotaging on purpose. There’s many psychology books as well as sources online for this, if you’re interested. Either way, Angel is drawn to men either like his father [who dislike him, shun him, or are otherwise cold, abusive or just blatantly dislike or otherwise dont care about him] or anyone with money to fuel his drug addiction/’debt’ to Val. Going with any of these men isn’t a good idea. Preferably, Angel needs someone who he doesnt immediately crush and obsess over. Someone who he doesnt sexually harass or assault. Someone he can build a connection with quickly that can bud into romance (think how Chaggie started as a friendship which clicked immediately). Maybe even someone he doesn’t expect to fall for but does so anyways. It would be more realistic as Viv wants as well as more healthy. That for once he isnt sex or money craved instantly, thus doesnt sexually harass/assault and is given a proper chance to develop and grow a friendship and love. Someone who isnt an addict. Someone with an on-par mindset where they click. Someone open to love. For any chance of a good relationship, Angel needs to be with anyone BUT who we’ve already seen. There’s too much toxicity that’ll be swept under the rug and justified otherwise. Too much shit to fuel homophobes in terms of gay stereotypes. Even though Ive focused a fair bit on Angel, it’s NOT just about Angel. That’s something fans forget. Some he depends on or someone who depends on him in the long term wont last and will be very dangerous to both. Just because you suffer, you dont then deserve to be rewarded with ‘something nice’. You dont get to have everything youve ever wanted. Giving him any of these blokes [minus Val] gives him a pass. Gives him what he wants. I get Viv loves him but life doesnt work that way. True lasting growth comes from learning that. Acceptance and growth. You dont get everything you want and sometimes thats a GOOD thing. He’s not a spoilt kid who gets everything he asks for, he’s YOUR creation. If you really wanted what your creations deserve then you need to research and be realistic with it. Because hes starting to feel like a shitty Gary-Stu at this rate.” Sorry for that copypaste clusterfuck. Copy paste is not my forte lol Now Husk. Remember Big? Probably not after the info overload, but if you do GREAT. Big needed love, patience, understanding, someone who could help him, someone who understood and respected his boundaries. I spent so much damn time and now he cuddles up and exposes his tummy because I make him feel understood, loved and safe. He NEVER purred or meowed (why would he need to meow when he didnt speak to humans?) but now he does. He lives on the streets of a neighbourhood with rough folk. He used to draw blood and go rabid on my arms. But I was patient and showed him that I understood his reasons but that he was safe with me and had no need to strike out. I never pushed his boundaries let alone doing it multiple times (the rl angel I know is fucking skilled at pushing cat’s boundaries and wonders why they all huddle up to me and avoid her lol). Husk is an unavailable man. Romantic/Sexual love does NOT heal his wounds. But thats the only thought fans and the team have given on his side. He needs love to ‘fix’ him. The WORST reason to get with someone. Theyre not a project and you arent a fucking miracle worker. Treat them as an equal. He needs a good friend. JUST a friend. Like Big, he needs patience, trust, understanding, and extensive help (arguably more intense than Angel’s). He needs to love himself a bit more FIRST. Someone who respects his boundaries INSTANTLY. Someone relatable and similar, open to love not just sex and not as troubled (if they are, they need to handle it way better, healthily and overall be in a good mindspace). Viv can ship whatever the fuck tickles her fancy, but once your passion project becomes public and funded, you have set responsibilities on how to address and handle sensitive issues as well as having to accept criticism. If Husk goes sober in the name of love (ESPECIALLY with the guy not respecting his boundaries and sexually harassing him), then it’s a fucking INSULT to alcoholics.  I know a few rl Husks but there’s one that anyone who knows me enough knows the man I hold closest to my heart was an alcoholic and spitting of Husk. That’s why Husk’s character means so much to me. But there’s only 2 here who know a bit more of this man. This is something Id hoped to not share so soon, nor as messy. And Im already getting waterworks because this is FAR from easy. I guess Husk became the very thing *I* needed in order to face this. This man was my grandfather. WAS. I cant even fucking accept that. I was a fucking child. I feel stupid being so open about this over some stupid cartoon but it just shows the real life effects this has on REAL fucking people. This man was old and lonely. Always at the pubs. He taught me card games, card tricks and card magic as well as one of his own sons dealing with a gambling addiction. I feel so fucking stupid crying about this- I dont want to open up but its the only way I feel I can get people to understand my side in all of this. This man was a fucking MESS. A closed off, lonely, grumpy old bastard. He lost his love because of his alcohol addiction and never found love again. Never got over that woman. (Shes still kicking and we’re close - im keeping some things under wraps between them as its not my place). Gave up on life and love. Worked hard at his fixation on cards and puzzles, as well as crass jokes and knowledge. But he was very lazy otherwise. Bitter and angry. And you know what? He was my world. I love this man with every fiber of my being because he was the first person to love and accept me for me. He treated me as an equal and helped me grow as a person. In fact... He was only ever happy around us kids. He had hope again. Protected me. He used to hate gays and blacks and you know what? He taught HIMSELF as to why that was shitty thinking. He taught ME about differences in people and to accept it. He taught me that you dont always have to understand to accept. He taught me poker and... swears admittedly. He was a beautiful soul that was broken inside. He needed to love himself. But you know what actually fucking happened? You know what I watched as a kid? I watched as he smoked until every morning he woke throwing up phlegm just to BREATHE. I watched as sometimes the light in his eyes died and through smoke breaks and early drinking how he’d sometimes slip and show me his pain. And we’d have deep talks about it and the world and everything. How alcohol ruined his life yet he craved it. His scent. I remember arguments I wasnt supposed to overhear and growing up seeing him fucking DIE slowly in a hospital bed. The man he was ended up as a fucking husk. His skin was bloated and purple, he was half machine on how much shit he was hooked up to. How he was barely a man at all. He was dying of cancer and he fucking knew and never told us. His cancer meds gave him horrid hallucinations. And I practically spent most of my time in that hospital because TWO people had cancer. Two stunning people had fucking stupid bastard cancer. He was a fuck up. He was flawed to shit. But seeing glimpses of the real him was a fucking ethereal experience. He made me feel like a PERSON. And all we could do in the end was watch him just die. He WANTED to die and you could see it but hed only eat around us to fake fight out of his own hubris and not wanting to let us down. That year, I watched 2 of the only people who ever gave a shit about me die the most dishonourable deaths God could have gave them. Years prior I watched his son gamble EVERYTHING away - his lover, his house, his everything. Hes a moderate gambler now with a partner who never had a history of any addiction. She helps keep him in line as he helps her. But most nights I fucking dream of this shit. I cant even think about my hero because I fucking weep. I still have nightmares. Im still up thinking how I could have saved him from himself when it’s him who was the only one able to. I have to live my life with those memories and I was just a kid. Im a full woman and Im still haunted by it. Even that year is blasphemy and I fucking hate it. I want to take him in my arms, hold him and tell him he’s enough. That its ok and he can get through this. Anything that reminds me of him, I love because I know the other side. The real side. The side not tethered to vices. When I see people like that, I pray they see themselves like that too and I want to help them see it. Tell them that they can live again. It’s better than fucking decaying in a hospital bed. That when people make this sorta shit into a cute quirk it’s not. And it’s dickheads like me who have actually seen it play in the real world to REAL people they love. They arent a fucking accessory to fix for your own narrative. They arent a fuckin performing monkey. At least with Rick and Morty it’s kinda humorous and never played for some shitty toxic ship to appeal to everyone who’s never had to face that shit themselves. And Im like my old man but with more hope and no addiction. I drink and I gamble but I’ll never let myself get that low. Because I honour him but Im not as fucking saft. I wont allow it even though it’s a fucking battle. Those addictions are in the blood. My family history. Its always been so fucking normal. I’ll never knock someone for an addiction or try to preach them out of it because theres often pain fueling it, but I’d never encourage it or toxic faux cures and stupid romance promises as some bullshit MLM remedy either. I KNOW it’s fiction but I want people to see the real side. I want VIV to see the real side. Id willingly for FREE fucking sing that shit if it meant spreading a good message. Because this is fucking hell. FIXING IT: The ship’s basis is too set in stone now - too familiar to change. Best is to never let it be canon. Because you know what else it teaches? That rOmAnCe cures all. Not therapy. Not rehab. Not any REAL work. Just fuck and date it all away as if it’s that easy. It’s a mockery! I tried to be professional about this but when the media bombards this shit constantly, the has the AUDACITY to play like it’s giving a good message is salt to the wounds. A kiss with a fist. An old man dont care for the petty teen drama that Angel and Cherri (even fuckin Al) thrive on. Want this to send a good message still? Angel hates rejection and thinks everyone wants him. Have Husk reject him. Especially because no one should go out with someone whos sexually harassed them there. Been there, done that got the fuckin tshirt. Have Husk reject Angel the way Gravity Falls has Wendy reject Dipper. It helped Dipper move on and mature, and this is what Angel needs for growth and to be more humble.  Husk would be a fucking excellent mentor to Angel, a friend and protector, someone who shows him the ropes like Grunkle Stan like a grandfather figure. To not fall for his mistakes. Husk would be a better expert than any of them plus it balances the power dynamtic. It’s healthy and realistic. Touches the topic with the sensitivity it needs. Not everything needs a ship or romance. Wounds healed that way dont stay healed long. Angel seems more fitting as a son like figure, and he can play that dad like role for him. And if any of the team EVER saw this, fucking take this idea. Its YOURS. FREE. FOREVER. If we wanna play this NDA but still reblog some of the story telling arts and have some of our team indulge in it. I wont sue. Fucking TAKE IT if it means doing this shit right because Spindlehorse have beautifully triggered so many different people and their different traumas to please teenagers sexual fantasies, their own kinks and for a jolly good joke.  This is a bastard long read and Ive had to face the traumas again but if good can come from it then I’ll GLADLY dance this duet again. Stans, Antis, dont even TEMPT interaction. You arent brave sending suicide threats behind a screen, youre a coward and a waste of oxygen. I WANT Hazbin and Helluva to succeed. I want Viv and her crew to do well. Trust me, I wouldnt waste my time if I didnt give a shit. Viv is fucking gifted and its being wasted if it’s not at her full potential for the approval of a rabid army of kids and immature adults who dont know any better (stans and antis). I know she would like a good and decent fanbase. Stans and antis arent it. Tagging you folks because it’s long but yall actually helped me have the courage to open my trap to this. Screenshots are coming later though all of what Ive said is easily sourced. But this has been days, Im sick, im tired, ive been upset facing my own traumas. If any tags wanna help then by all means but otherwise. @honesthazbinarchives, @siaesnow​ (also added age still bc despite the lack of physical aging, theres also the mental aspect and experiences as well as power dynamics side to it, in case youre wondering), @noirellearts, @enchantedchocolatebars​, @galemalio​ (thank you for letting me weep like a bitch), @angel-blitz​, @critical-hazbin​, @what-the-hazbin​, @hazboobhotel​, @pineapple-critiques-stuff​, @devils-advocutie​, SORRY AGAIN FOR BEING A LIL BITCH FOLKS, I feel awkward like my teen years but yeah- fuck it Im old and imma rot soon anyways. If this experience can help then Ill be glad.