#idk what the answer is but I know for a fact this ain’t it

[wonton4rang]

Maybe bnd reacting to someone asking them if their girlfriend is single, like they obviously know it’s a joke but also 🤨🤨 yknow?

hi, hi. 🫶 gotchu gotchu :p

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pairing: bnd x reader.

warnings: none? maybe a little bit suggestive in the legal line idk.

summary: how would bnd react to someone asking if their gf was single.

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sungho; i feel like he won't be mad mad, he might laugh a little bit before answering with a "sorry, bud, missed the queue", holding you and kissing your cheek before feeling that thrill going up his body. he knew you were the prettiest girl and it made him so proud to have you for himself.

riwoo; "i'm sorry?" with the most concerned look ever. he would be a little bit offended by the fact that this person saw you with him, literally hugging and all lovey dovey, and still had the balls to ask if HIS girlfriend was single. be so fucking fr, he’s leaving that place with u ASAP.

jaehyun; tbh idk, i feel like he could be one edge or the other, like he might get super mad and uncomfortable about it or just completely ignore it and laugh about the fact that the guy thought he had a chance w u :') “she’s mine, bro, and i can assure u she ain’t going nowhere” he would mention w a sly smile, securing your waist a softly kissing your cheek. and he was so right about that.

taesan; he would be the quiet one, no laugh, no sadness, no pouting, just a blank stare that ended up by scaring the dude away because why the fuck was he just staring??? once they left, he would look at you and pout a little bit before clicking his tongue “why didn’t you say anything? are u perhaps single and I didn’t get the memo?” he would be so sulky about it on the way home only to forget about it when you softly cuddled him to sleep while assuring him he was the one and only for you.

leehan; dude didn’t even hear right away what the other guy said, he just frowned at him and tilted his head, a smirk landing on his lips when he noticed you didn’t say anything. “tbh idk, man, let’s ask her. are u single?” he turned to u this time with a mocking grin but you could tell that you should play it safe and not joke around with the tight grip on your waist when he demanded for an answer. “I am not, and will not be any time soon” , “what a bummer, right? just for u tho” he told the guy. he’s such a bitch omg.

woonhak; well, woonhak might get a little bit mad about it, feeling that maybe he wasn’t doing enough to make his presence in your life clear, and also because you just looked at him and did not deny the guy’s words. “she’s not, dude, wtf? we’re literally together, gtfo” and he wasn’t even entirely mad at you (just a little bit) but it would make him very uncomfortable and he would think about it for a few days, even asking you if he was not a good boyfie :(( please tell him he is.

[2knightt]

CANT HOLD IT IN ANY LONGER!!! i’m utterly obsessed with the curtis brothers.

idk if u do this, but if u can, the curtis brothers with a reader who’s super down bad for them? they make it so clear, too. constantly doing everything for them, making food, buying snacks, just utterly everything. compliments, holding their hand religiously … yk.

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ you know i’m a fool for you. ⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH! you think the curtis brothers are the only men on the planet.

tags/warnings: swearing(on my end/once during dialogue.) reader being slightly overprotective or insane, mentions of reader getting hit on, mentions of reader leaving lip stick stains, me not knowing what to write for darry.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i’m using ny other accounts layout bc i can’t be bothered rn. also i’m here to feed y’all i’ve noticed the outsiders x reader tag is lowkey dry asl.

Ponyboy Curtis:

WOAH HE CAN’T HANDLE ALLAT😭

like actually. he is TWEAKING AT ALL TIMES! when you first like started complimenting him, showering him in kisses, giggling n’ shit—he thought it was a one time thing.

ponyboy just thought he’d have to thug that shit out once a week or something. he was, in-fact, pleasantly surprised when you continued to do it.

“you’re so-mwah-cute! i wish-mwah-i could-mwah-hold you forever!”

“y/n…😣”

he’s so flustered omfg like actually he’s beet red LMFAOOO. if you were to put your fingers to his forehead it’d be so hot. like ponyboy’s avoiding eye contact, his lips are tightened, etc.

if he were to stay the night at your place—you make him all types of food. like, food he’d never heard of. or food he’d dream about after eating bologna for a week,

“for me? …really?”

“mhm! c’mon, don’t let it get cold now.”

ponyboy is DIGGING RIGHT THE FUCK IN. okay he is SCARFING THAT DOWN. after he’d be a little embarrassed of how quickly he ate but like you just took it as a good thing.

thinks you’re the best cook ever tbh. gordan ramsey has nothing on you type levels.

going on a walk with him to go grocery shopping for the curtis house with your hands intertwined and letting ponyboy ramble about this annoying substitute he had!!! IT’S REAL!!! ALL OF IT!!!

“n’ then he tried to tell me my answer was wrong when i studied last night—I EVEN ASKED MY FRIENDS. so, i know it was right. i just think mr. johnson had a personal vendetta against me.”

“smh…i could do slash his tires if you’d like♡!”

“what”

“nothing.”

AWHHH PONYBOY FOLLOWING YOU AROUND THE STORE LIKE A LOST PUPPY BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO BUY LMFAO

he’d like holding your sleeve or the hem of your shirt as you walk around, looking more awkward above all else.

uwahh showering ponyboy in compliments late at night when it’s just the two of you, twirling his hair as you hold him closer!!!

“you’re hair is so pretty. it’s so soft…i dunno why you put grease in it. if i was you—i’d never let anyone touch it.”

“i don’t. i only let you.”

“…REALLY??🥰🥰😚😚”

ur friends are soooo sick of you talking about ponyboy LMFAOOOO like actually. every time you go, ‘omfg did i tell you guys, he-‘ they know to just let you mindlessly ramble.

“and then ponyboy read to me ‘til i fell asleep! he’s so sweet—i dunno how he’s real!”

“i dunno how you’re so whipped.”

“he must be the funniest motherfucker on the planet if y/n’s this obsessed.”

Sodapop Curtis

OHHH Y’ALL ARE AT A CONSTANT WAR TO SEE WHO’S GONNA BEAT THE OTHER AT BEING THE BETTER PARTNER LMFAOOO

HE’S usually the whipped one in the relationship…he felt both extremely lucky and threatened when you started attacking him with kisses…

“you’re so handsome. i’m just the luckiest person on earth—ain’t i?”

“…yeah…🤨”

“why’d you say it like that?😞”

“cause I’M the luckiest person on the earth…I’M supposed to be tellin’ you this…”

but as time goes on—he does take the loss and accepts you’re better at him. for now. it’s only a matter of seconds until sodapop thinks of something insane to show his love for you.

anyways! IMAGINE COOKING WITH HIM OHHHH NY GODDDDD /?:&$:&: he just mainly stands there and looks pretty as he asks what you’re doing but SHHH. HE’S MORAL SUPPORT.

“…what?”

“i’m chopping onions for the flavour, honey.”

“you don’t like onions, though?”

“i don’t like the crunch rather than the flavou—YOU REMEMBERED I DON’T LIKE ONIONS??☹️☹️”

“of course i would!”

gladly holds ur hand 24/7. i’m not kidding. you two are like super magnets. HEHEHE IMAGINE HIM DRIVING WITH ONE HAND ON THE WHEEL AND HIS OTHER HAND HOLDING YOURS!!/!2!

you do take him grocery shopping. only sometimes, though. he only buys junk food rather than actual food.

“can i get these? please?”

“you already have two bags of chips in the cart, soda.”

“okay..😣”

“SIGH…get them.”

“HURRAY!”

knows you can’t say no to him and that’s like the only time he uses it to his advantage.

soc’s do hit on you under the premise of ‘showing you how a real man is supposed to spoil a lady like you.’ HOWEVER, you look at them like they’re aliens.

“hey, baby. what’re you doin’ around here?”

“…EW.”

“???”

they’re shocked above all else as they see you turn away from them and quickly walk away without looking back. AND WOOO SODA IS SO PROUD.

Darry Curtis

the gang acts like you two are constantly fighting whenever you start to look at darry with that sparkle in your eyes.

“guys, PLEASE! YOU’RE BREAKING UP THE FAMILY! STOP ARGUING!”

“what the hell are you on about, soda?”

“you’re scaring pony!” “don’t bring me into this.”

“mind you’re own business, soda.”

AJDIEHJR DARRY HAVING A HAND AROUND YOUR WAIST AS YOU MUTTER SWEET NOTHINGS BETWEEN KISSINGS>>>

you two are a POWER COUPLE IN THE GROCERY STORE! EVEN IF YOU REFUSE TO LET HIM PAY AND HE GETS POUTTY! EVEN IF HE DOESN’T TAKE COMPLIMENTS WELL!

“y/n, please. these are for my house.”

“so?? my wallet was out first.”

“that doesn’t mean anything. baby, i’m telling you, i’m paying.”

“too late, i already handed the cashier the money.”

you cook and clean for the curtis’ to take something off of darry’s back out of the kindness in your heart and totally not because you want him to pay more attention to you!! NEVER!!

but you do enjoy the fact that darry has more time to sit down and pay attention to you! and darry really likes the extra time he has!!

“you didn’t have to.”

“yes i did! you’ve been so stressed out, it’s the least i could do for you.”

“you’re such a treat, y’know.”

“mh. only f’you.”

you FORCE him to hold your hand. sometimes he forgets that he’s supposed to hold your hand in public so do NOT BE AFRAID TO GRAB IT YOURSELF.

but once you do, darry is the last person to let go. maybe to wrap an arm around your hip—BUT THAT’S IT.

teehee leaving lipstick stains on his white t-shirt accidentally🫶🫶!! it’s all so real to me!! sure, darry’s a little annoyed but it’s okay! he can never be mad at you!

[thesmollestsnek]

Death echoes

So a while ago, i found this dp x dc post that had a really interesting lore headcanon for Danny’s ghostly wail. Idk if I’ll be able to find it again, I’ll link it here if I do, but essentially it posited that every ghost has something called a “death echo”, which is an ability unique to them based heavily on their deaths. These echoes are the most powerful move in a ghost’s moveset, but they’re also extremely volatile and draining, typically damaging the ghost in some way when used, with Danny’s being his Wail because he died screaming. The original post then went on to some really cool halfa!Jason ideas based on these death echoes, but for this lil snippet with an extremely long intro I’d like to focus on Danny a bit more.

Edit: Apparently I may have extrapolated a lot of the actual lore behind these death echos myself? The inspiration post was a lot longer in my memories. Or I might've mushed multiple posts into one mental box and then forgot lol. So a lot of the actual detail from this point on is seemingly mostly original material? I think? Idk man, sometimes my brain spits out information without giving me any clues as to where it got that information. Anyway, this post got kinda long and since I'm... decently sure this is where I shifted from summarizing @ailithnight's post to writing all my own thoughts I figured here would be a good place to throw the cut lol.

So! with all of the context-for-the-context out of the way, let’s move on to the actual context for what I’m writing cause I can’t be bothered with writing an intro XD

Essentially, this is an au where Danny is an established member of the Justice League, or maybe one of the teen hero teams? I’m a slut for eternal teenager Danny, but maybe he’s enough of a powerhouse to be on the main team despite him both looking and acting like the dumbass fourteen year old he died as. Either way, he’s on a League/League-sanctioned mission and things go bad. Like, everyone-almost-dies bad. And so as a final desperation attack, Danny uses his Wail, a power he’s never told anyone on the league he even has. And it works, and they make it out, but after the fact everyone has. Questions. And because in this au death echoes are deeply personal, Danny dodges those questions, but the league coughbatmancough isn’t satisfied with that. So they push for answers. Answers Danny’s not willing to give, because. In my mind death echoes aren’t just based on how a person died, but also their experience of that death. What their last thoughts were. When Danny died the only thing that he could process beyond just an all-encompassing painpainpainpainpain was the sound of someone screaming. His screaming. And so his death echo is the sound of a fourteen year old child screaming in deathly pain and terror weaponized, which definitely gave the league Even More Questions than they would’ve had already. Which finally brings us to the actual snippet, which is a conversation between John Constantine, who was brought in for his experience with the supernatural once it became clear Danny wasn’t going to talk, and Danny himself. 

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“So, kid. Batsy tells me you’ve been hiding some of your abilities, wanna tell me what's up with that? Call it an occultist's intuition, but somethin’ tells me you’re not just being stubborn for the hell of it.”

“It’s... complicated. And not anyone’s business, either!”

“Kid...”

“Why does it even matter?! It’s not something I want to or am even able to do on a regular basis! I saved the mission, can’t they just accept that and move on???”

Sighing, Constantine reached up to start massaging his brow. “Kid, you and I both know that ain’t gonna be enough. Now I know that some things are better left alone, but the rest of these idiots? They can’t accept that, Batsy especially. That man’s never left bloody well enough alone in his life”

He looked up just in time to see the otherworldly teen shrink into himself, looking every bit the child he was. “I know but... why? Why do they need to keep asking questions? And why do they only ask the ones that hurt to answer?”

A sharp glance. “The fuck kinda questions are they asking? Batman was speaking in more grunt than word, so I didn’t really catch all the details of what this power you’re supposedly hiding even is.”

Phantom shrinks even more into himself at that, and responds in a voice so small it’s more sigh than speech. “I... I can scream. And it breaks things and pushes people back. But it, it sounds. Bad. And it brings up bad memories and I don’t like to do it or listentoitoreventhinkaboutitandtheywon’tletmeforgetand-”

“Breathe kid. I know you don’t need to but just take a deep breath with me. Don’t you go getting lost in your own head on me now., Constantine reassured the kid automatically, the sheer hopelessness prompting action long before the words themselves could be understood. Then the rest of him caught up, and he had to pause. Looked up at the kid, saw just how distressed he was. A picture was starting to form in the back of his head, and Constantine didn’t like what he saw one bit. A last-resort power that the normally open Phantom was strangely reticent about. A scream so horrible sounding the rest of the league would not to stop asking questions about it. Terrible memories to match said scream. And one truly miserable child who couldn’t bear to even think about any of it. 

“Phantom... is that your Echo? Screaming?”

A miserable nod is his only response, the tears that had been welling up in the kid’s eyes finally starting to fall. Cursing softly to himself, Constantine stood to leave, bracing himself for the Bat’s inevitable questioning. “Well then you just take all the time you need love, and leave the rest to me. I’ll make sure the rest of those idiots know not to ask you about this ever again.”  And with that Constantine turned and strode towards the door, leaving the quietly sobbing child to collect himself in privacy.

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I had a whole-ass lore dump conversation between Constantine and Batman planned here, explaining how death echoes are deeply personal, and asking about one is a taboo on par with, potentially even worse than, asking a ghost about their death outright. Because they are formed from an amalgamation of how a ghost died, their last thoughts, and their final emotions, in some ways asking a ghost about their Echo is like asking them to describe their death in painstaking detail. But uhhh... inspiration bug left. So yea. Side note, I’d like to apologize if my depiction of Constantine’s accent was Bad, I’m but a lowly USAmerican whose only exposure to British accents is through tv ^-^’

[ghastlyfilters]

𝐇𝐂𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 !!

pairing(s): implied randy meeks, billy loomis, mickey altieri + stu macher x gn!reader

warning: none, though some hcs that i have written might be a little modern than others!

RANDY

• Idc what y’all say, this man is OBSESSED with Funko Pops.

• Honestly, I feel that he’s well aware of the fact that he has an interest for collector’s items.

• Bro.. he would squeal if you took him to places like HMV or Hot Topic.

• When he was informed that the Video Store (his workplace) would begin to sell some Funkos of infamous movie characters since that was literally the whole theme of the place, he died off. HE. DIED. OFF.

• Billy and Stu have occasionally dropped by to rent some more horror movies, also teasing him about the pops and telling the whole store it was a.. kink? More Stu’s bad way of putting it, shall we say..

“Can you take their clothes off?” Stu asked curiously.

Randy began to get flustered as Stu proceeded to take the small statue out of the box, knowing he’d get another harsh telling off if his boss found out it was Randy’s “friends” ruining stock.

“They’re plastic dumbass,” Billy remarked. “It’s practically molded onto their figure.”

“Can you guys please sto-”

Stu snorted. “Well you can take the clothes off Barbie dolls and shit like that, can’t you? They even have parts.. uh- you know?”

“Wha- no, these aren’t like that-”

Randy was cut off once again as Billy spoke up and wrinkled his nose in disgust at the taller male. “You really stripped the clothes off of dolls just to investigate when you were a kid?”

Randy and Billy both shared the same look as Stu grinned wickedly.

…

And then it came. “Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.” Yep. Classic Stu.

• Wherever this mf goes, he always ends up eating a bag of potato chips. Nor you or his friends know where he pulls them from, but he does, he just does..

BILLY

• There is so much I could say about Billy Boy here..

(He’d most likely tell you to go fuck yourself if you called him that. Well, depending on who you are lmao)

• If you are the kind of person who loves that shitty trending pop music, you are probably better off hanging out with Stu for the day. Because Billy HATES it.

• He’s not particularly into heavy metal, i’d say more grunge. Stu bullies him for it but gets an ass whooping later so, eh.

• If he gets woken up in the middle of the night, he’s one cranky fucker about it. This man prioritises his sleep. He almost broke the cable to the house phone after Stu kept calling him one night, complaining on how he couldn’t sleep and that he wanted to go somewhere. After Billy not being able to get back into dreamland, he gave in. Pretty sure Stu ended up choosing the McDonald’s drive thru, much to Billy’s annoyance.

(That shit happens way too often but hey, who doesn’t like late night drives?)

• Billy wants a piercing but at the same time, he doesn’t? He’s not sure if he can really commit to it or not, but he does think people with piercings are cool!

• Plus his Dad would probably kick him out over something as stupid as that. Billy would just tell him to get bent either way lol.

• He can be quite a germaphobe. Sick people scare the living FUCK out of him.

• You have a cold? Aw, pity. DO. NOT. APPROACH. BILLY. LOOMIS.

• Stu accidentally sneezed on him once and Billy literally felt his heart stop. He showered about three times that day.. maybe more? Fuck knows, man.. 😭

MICKEY

• Something about him and the song Paparazzi.. IDK WHAT IT IS BUT IT JUST.. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

• He’s very open about his opinions, as we all know. If you dissed his fav movie or TV show, bam bam bitch he’s gonna answer you and he ain’t gonna be so fucking nice about it.. 🫡

• Literal Beyoncé stan. I swear whenever her music is playing and y’all are at a party, he def wants to have a lil boogie with you.

• Mickey is the one person you know to have a weird, WEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIRRRRRD obsession with black coffee..

HE LOVES IT A LITTLE TOO MUCH, YK?

• You, Mickey and Randy were all out at the mall once and some little girl ran up to him saying he looked like Edward Cullen?

Randy just had no idea how kids had the balls to say whatever the fuck they wanted, meanwhile Mickey didn’t know whether to take it as an insult or not..

“Vampires who sparkle like a fucking Hello Kitty sticker? Wow, new name for ya, Mick..” You giggled.

• Really spoiled, bratty girls with all their designer gear is a big no no for him, he just hates them.. 😭

• You catch him watching all the true crime documentaries. He even has books about America’s most popular serial killers. TONS, of books.

STU

• This man, THIS MAN RIGHT HERE FOLKS!!

• Stu is literally every personality combine. Like a lab experiment gone wild, honestly.

• He asks you the weirdest questions sometimes. They are so random and beyond unexpected lol.

“Wait, do you think clowns can also honk their di-”

• Stu has the most ridiculous obsession with boobs. Randy now calls him the titty monster anytime Jamie Lee Curtis shows up in the horror movies they’re watching.

• He was BORN a dog lover.

• Annoys Billy anytime he gets a new girlfriend.

• I can picture him eating anything blue raspberry flavoured he can find. CANDY GOO, BLUE SOUR PATCH KIDS, YOU NAME IT😭😭

• Has the best snack cupboard no one else can compare to having in their house.

• He’s the kind of guy to stick his tongue out to kids in public just so he can get a giggle out of them!

• Loves it when him and the gang go out to the cinema. Which is more often than you’d expect.

• Has like, the LONGEST list of cinema snacks when y’all are paying to get your food.

these men all have their differences, but all expect one thing. THEY BE FINE AS HELLLLLL (anyways, hope you enjoyed this little list of hcs i have for my favs. HAVE A GOOD DAY!!!!!!! :D

[marvelous-slut]

idk how i keep writing about our boy happy, like i have so many WIPs and two of them are chibs & juice, literally almost done and my brain said “but how about we write one for happy AND finish it all in one day.” like ?? idk guys he has a choke hold over me and i’m not even complaining i love his ass 🫶🏻 anyways here’s to my happy fans i hope y’all enjoy some smut. this also gets no title bc my brain ain’t working enough for that right now, so sorry xx

SMUT! 18+ ONLY my friends, if you’re younger than 18 please exit left! lots of smut, didn’t proof read

“we’re gonna head to the porn studio boys, gotta talk some business with Luann.” jax says, hoping on his bike. tig stands with happy as he throws his hands up.

“come on man, we’re standing right here and you’re just gonna rub that in our faces.?” jax smirks and straps his helmet on.

“never said you guys couldn’t tag along, i know how much the two of you like pussy.” tig needs to hear no more as he walks over to his bike and hops on. happy decides to join them as he does in-fact love pussy and he definitely loves porn.

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immediately when entering Luann’s porn studio, tig is gone. he’s looking around the studio, he’s looking at the half naked women strutting around, he finally stops when he sees a girl on girl scene being filmed. not even a fire could take his eyes off this action. happy follows, looking around himself. he sees spots Luann speaking with a familiar face.

“holy shit.” he mutters out, he recognizes your face and body from anywhere. he’d never admit he had a favorite porn star, he did enjoy most of what he watched, but you in fact got him off quicker and made him harder than any other woman he’d watched on screen. he swears he’s seen every film you’ve had, girl on girl, straight, threesomes, but his favorites were your solos. he notices the tight royal blue dress hugging your body and he feels himself growing harder. once he sees you break away from Luann he decides to take his chances. he watches you wrap a bottle of water around his your lips, he comes over and grabs a bottle as well.

“hey.” he says, feeling like he can hardly speak, you turn around and smile at him.

“hey.” you say back to him, noticing the leather that matches your new business partners SAMCRO. he stares at you for a moment, unsure of what else to say, you decide to break the silence. “cat got your tongue?” you ask him, he puts a head on the back of his head.

“uh. no. you just look familiar.” he says, happy doesn’t usually feel nervous around anyone especially women but he felt like he was meeting a big time celebrity which he guessed that was somewhat accurate.

“which movies your favorite baby?” you ask, running a hand down his leather. he smirks, looking you up and down.

“i prefer the solos.” you smile at him, usually the answer you got from men was girl on girl. you grab his hand, leading him to the back room where you and your girls got ready. thankfully most of them were sniffing around the SAMCRO members, giving them a good time. once the two of you were in the room, you kiss him on the lips roughly.

he runs a hand up to your ass and grasps it, before you know it you feel your back against the wall. you pull away from the kiss to help him take off his kutte, as he’s doing this he also sheds the shirt he wore under. you notice all the tattoos and his muscular body, feeling your body heat up. you’d slept with plenty of men and women, you would think being on camera would take some embarrassment away from off camera sex, but not with this man. at this moment you realize you didn’t even get his name.

you pull him by the waist band of his jeans and drop to the floor to your knees, undoing his belt and letting his jeans fall to the ground. once his boxers come off, your eyes grow and a loud “wow” leaves your lips. he smirks at hearing this, he would never not feel proud hearing about how big his dick was but he was ecstatic to hear it come from his favorite porn stars lips. he feels himself twitch as you wrap your lips around him. he’s met with a hand wrapping around him as well, even tho you were some what of an expert at the matter, you weren’t about to embarrass yourself a choke on this man. he notices your hair getting in the way and decides to hold it up for you, his fist wrapping tightly around it. you pull him out of your mouth, running your tongue from the base to his head. he moans out at this action, he pulls your hair as a signal to come up to him.

before you know it, you’re laying out on the couch. happy lifts your dress up, revealing that you have no panties on underneath.

“shit girl. no panties?” he asks, you pull the top of your dress down, revealing your breast. you feel your nipples become hard from the cold air.

“makes it easier for moments like these.” he grins, pulling you to the edge of the couch, he slides himself into you without warning. you let out a moan, you were already soaking wet. usually it took a little lube for the shoots, but this man did something that no one else had done in a long time. he’s thrusting slowly, but steady.

“god damn.” he mutters out, running his hand to your breast. “pussy is even better in person than then on camera. you know how many times i’ve fantasied about this?” he hears you let out the oh so familiar moans that before he’d only heard in porn. you lift your head up and grin.

“is it all you ever dreamed of?” you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to your face, kissing him sloppily and wiping away his sweat with your hand. he can feel the tops of your nails sticking into his neck. “shit. even better than that.” he says, thrusting himself into you harder than before. your moans mimicked what he has heard many times before, but it seemed more enjoyable this time around, much more authentic.

you wiggle yourself out of the corner of the couch and manage to get him to lay on his back, happy was taken back. he was used to doggy style or being in control in missionary, he couldn’t even remember the last time a woman rode him. you ease down onto his cock, “fuck.” he let’s out, he can’t believe what’s happening, it still doesn’t feel real. he feels like a teenage boy again fucking someone for the first time. you grind yourself on him, taking his hands and placing them on your hips to help guide you.

“how many times have you thought of this baby?” you ask, he digs his nails into the side of your hips, making you gasp in pleasure.

“you don’t even know.” you feel pressure building inside of you, ready to explode. “you sure do know how to work a man’s fucking cock.” the words send you over the edge, happy feels you clenching around him.

“oh my god!” you scream out, he watches your face, although he remembers plenty of the orgasms you’d had in your movies, he’d never seen one like this before. you continue riding him, finishing off your orgasm. you feel him go to push you off so he can cum himself, but you hold him down with your hands still grinding onto him.

“oh now, don’t think you didn’t do all that work to not get to cum inside of me.” you say, moving your hands to his face.

“fuck!” he let’s out, he releases into you and enjoys every second of it. no second thoughts. once the both of you have finished, you hop off him and grab the closest towel that had your initials printed onto it, specially made for you of course as you were one of Luann’s biggest earners. you throw one to happy as well, he stands up, cleaning himself off. you throw on a bright pink robe, throw your hair up into a bun and walk over to him.

“you know, i never did catch your name.”

“happy.” he says, you chuckle for a second until you realize he’s being serious.

“cute, i like it. we should do this again happy.” you say, grabbing your water and taking off to the restroom. he finished cleaning himself off and gives himself a pat on the back, realizing now he can have the real deal instead of his screen.

[devilsrecreation]

More thoughts on TLG episodes

The Savannah Summit:

First things first, major kudos to Makuu for actually being responsible and caring about what’s best for his float

You really can’t blame Kion and everyone else to be super skeptical about Makuu. I know he changed for the better, but he’s done…a lot since he beat Pua

“but to invite him to the Savannah Summit? With all these other peaceful animals?”—I hate to break it to you, Kion, but just bc an animal is an herbivore doesn’t mean they’re peaceful and friendly. If anything, it means survivor

Crocs at the Summit worked with Pua cuz everybody loves him 😎

“Makuu has more enemies than friends!”—So does Bunga lmao

The song is great. I love how everyone seems annoyed at first but near the end, it’s all 🎶Kumbaya, my lord! 🎶. Except Makuu…dude looks like he’s lowkey regretting his life choices he did NOT ask for a bs song

I’m totally on Makuu’s side. He was genuinely trying to be civil here, especially when it comes to Bupu

At least Beshte was trying to be the mediator cuz he looks at Makuu AND Bupu, Kion was just being kinda speciesist

Shut up, Bupu, you started the whole thing

Vuruga Vuruga saying “buffalo eat whatever we want” is actually pretty accurate. They, like other animals, don’t care. I read that buffalo will occasionally eat insects if it were an option. Even Twiga could sucking on a bone if she wanted to. Seriously, look it up

If Zazu had a nickel for every time a rhino used him as a chair, he’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice (great nod to the OG movie)

Rafiki is such a mood “not the official painting” you old ass gremlin/aff

I remember Athena P criticizing Simba for blaming Kion about ruining the Summit after Makuu understandably leaves and I agree. Wtf Simba he’s 10. Go easy on him, come on 😭

The part that irks me the most is that when Mufasa asks “What has Makuu done to make you think this way?”, Kion says “Nothing, really”. BRO WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘NOTHING REALLY’?! I understand Mufasa meant what Makuu has done today but there are a LOT of things Makuu’s done in the past that Kion should have told his grandpa. In fact, here’s a whole list:

-Taking over Big Springs when he became leader, resulting in all the animals to scatter

-Challenging kids to fight

-Taking over the flood plains

-Trying to eat Basi which would have been just him being a crocodile if not for the fact that the reason is so he wouldn’t have to follow any rules (says so on the wiki)

-TAKING NALA HOSTAGE (seriously did Simba even KNOW about that? Did Nala or Kion bother to tell him?)

-Generally being a dick to animals

Makuu I know you did nothing wrong in this episode, but you can’t blame Kion for acting this way

I’m not placing any blame on Mtoto. He’s a good boy and all he did was tell the guard what he heard and that’s it

Twiga and Vuruga Vuruga coming up with the trap doesn’t surprise me. Cape buffalo are actually really vengeful irl so it makes sense how she wanted to teach Makuu a lesson. They ain’t called “Black Death” or “Widow Maker” for nothing

It’s cool how Makuu took the prank well. Respect.

Wonder how Makuu felt about animals fighting over him lmao?

Let Sleeping Crocs Lie

Once again this episode would be VERY different if my oc Piga was still alive

Kiburi has a right to be mad. I’m not excusing what he does later in the episode but I’d be pissed too if someone woke me up

Okay but Nduli sleeping next to Kiburi is adorable. Adds to my hc how close they are

Serious question: Why exactly can’t the crocs go back to sleep after they’ve been woken up? The obvious answer is bc it drives the plot forward, but is it true in actual crocodiles? I kinda wanna know the scientific reason

Good on Makuu for going the pacifism route. He’d really do anything for his float

Love how Kiburi was like “Yeah yeah, whatever you say” but the second Makuu left, he was like “ANARCHY!”

Idk if any of you caught this, but when Ushari’s like “we reptiles will rule the pridelands under your leadership, right?” Scar actually hesitated before going “sure bud”. That makes me think he was going to betray Ushari the moment he and his army get rid of Simba and the Lion Guard

Crocs really DO need a lot of water, otherwise their lives are on the line. Makuu was really more concerned than upset

“KIBURI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”—Fighting a child, what’s it look like

Side hc: I like to think something similar happened with Pua, Piga, and Kujivunia. Pua saw Piga antagonizing some poor young animal and he was all “Piga! What in the Pridelands do you think you’re doing?” and Kujivunia (who happened to be there), with her typical sarcasm was like “Performing a dance number, Pua 🙄”

There go the skinks again. Njano with his cuteness and Shupavu…doing her best Grinch face

“At least you’ll be close to all your friends!”Awww Beshte trying to be positive 🥺

Kiburi saying “we crocs deserve better!” brings me back to my hc that Kiburi had good intentions (again, until further in the episode), he just went about it the wrong way. He’s almost like an activist in a way. He’s not trying to be selfish, he just wanted a better watering hole. Now going as far as to rule the Pridelands…..yeah too far

The background crocodiles who were like 😦 when Kiburi called for the mashindano are so me. I’m the one going “Ooooooh shit!”

Still not getting over that super gay conversation between Kiburi and Ushari

STILL CAN’T GET OVER HOW KIBURI AND HIS FLOAT LAUGH AAAAA (Neema’s laugh tho)

Nduli looks so derpy I love him

I LOVE HOW SELF-AWARE TAMKA IS WHAT AN ICON

Lmao Nduli just gave up like “Fuck it you win”

Love the parallels of Makuu pinning down Kiburi like he did to Pua

Kiburi, I love you but what the hell did you expect? You literally confessed to like 500 animals about your plan and then you get surprised when Simba and Makuu banish you? What did you think was gonna happen? You got way too cocky, I swear

Saying this again, Tamka and Nduli looked worried/traumatized when they were exiled

“Now you’re calling me a reptile?”—My love, you ARE a reptile. I thought crocodiles were supposed to be smart omg

Kiburi’s actually showing emotion for the first time

OMG JANJA HEY BABY HOW ARE YOU?

Full disclosure: “I have a plan” is mediocre at best. It has nothing on Be Prepared. That being said, I love Kiburi’s “Aiight I’m in” smile

That’s pretty much it. Maybe I’ll do more in the future

[bubblin-trouble]

“Tell you a story? Well, of course I can, my dear! For the right price~”

“Seven stories, seven paths. Which one shall you pick?”

You’re wandering in the woods aimlessly, lost, in the depths of midnight. How did you end up here again? You can’t remember, it’s all so foggy, it’s so dark, you don’t know right from left or north from south…but wait, is that light in the distance?

Seeing no other option, you decide to venture towards it. Upon closer inspection as you draw nearer to this mysterious light, you find what looks like a tent. You smell the almost intoxicating air of incense being burned inside, and you can faintly hear someone humming. Surely, they’d let you in, wouldn’t they?

You decide to creep closer, hoping the stranger would offer you some protection from the night’s chill.

“Hello? Is someone in there…?”

“Oh! I’m comin’, give me a minute!” Came a voice from inside.

Just a few moments later, a woman emerged. Wrapped in black cloth as dark as the night itself, with purple as a stark contrast, and glittering with gold jewelry, her smile equally as bright.

“Ah, welcome, welcome, dear! Come inside, it must be chilly out there.”

She ushers you in, and you can finally take a good look at the tent, or the inside of it. It has an array of exotic things, all seemingly fantastic and unique in their own way. Some of the items make you wonder, how could this woman possibly have acquired these…?

“See somethin’ that catches your eye? By all means, take a look ‘round my shop, hun.”

The woman croons, sitting at some sort of table in the middle of the tent. Just how big was this place, anyway? It certainly didn’t look this way from the outside…

Then, you see a book. A story book, by the look of the cover alone. You start to reach for it, feeling as if it’s calling you…

“NO!”

Your hand jerks back at the sudden sharp tone of the woman’s voice behind you.

“This ain’t for sale, I’m afraid, darlin’…” the woman said, swiftly grabbing it and holding it in her hand.

“O-Oh…sorry…”

“Ah, no worries! How ‘bout this? I’ll tell ya a story or two — for the right peace. How’s that sound?”

You pause for a moment, unsure of what to think of this sudden arrangement. Last time you checked, you did have a good chunk of change in your wallet…a story or two couldn’t hurt, right?

“Uh, sure?”

“Wonderful! Now, sit down,” the woman said, ushering you over to sit at the table with her.

“What’s your name, Miss…?” you ask tentatively.

“Oh! Silly me, I forgot to introduce myself, didn’t I? Well, the folks ‘round these parts call me The Storyteller. I guess that’s what you can call me, too, if you’d like.”

The Storyteller…why does that seem familiar?

You can’t remember, not now, in this moment, but something about this woman makes you feel like you’ve seen her before. Heard her voice.

“The Storyteller…alright, then.”

“Now that that’s settled, let’s begin, shall we? Ahem…Once Upon a Time, in a far off world from our own, there lived seven great beings...or so the masses thought they were.”

Came up with this idea after having a 20 minute crying session

This version of Calypso is called “The Storyteller”. Fun fact, this version of her is inspired by/twisted from Scheherazade, go look her up, she’s hella cool love her fr.

I wonder what that book entails…hmm…mysterious indeed…🌚

Basically — think of this version of Calypso as a narrator of sorts. Illuminating the stories of our beloved heroes and villains, making them seemingly come to life. With each story, the listener is finding themselves more entranced by each word.

But, how did she manage to get her hand on this book? It certainly isn’t one you’d find in a library. Well, the answer to that lies in the dark for now. Possibly to be answered later.

Erm lowkey should I make this a thing?? Idk it seems cool lol

Taglist : @nrc-asteryn-crew @night-raven-miscellany @nrc-ramshackle-prefect @floyd-leech-thing @knightcoree

[robo-writing]

hello there lovely person!! if this isn’t rude i’ll request Cole Cassidy (if u write for him) x reader smut where he’s teasing reader w his thighs? like putting readers face between them idk im just a horny bastard for cowboy thighs 😭 sorry if this is uncomfortable , you can delete if needed !!

Anon…I am also a horny bastard for cowboy thighs…you don’t know who you’re talking to.

Your boyfriend has killer thighs, a fact that you’ve made him aware of time and time again. They look great in jeans, and look even better without, strong and lean with just enough fat to make your mouth water, eyes practically glued to them with each step he takes; a feast for the eyes.

Cole is plenty aware of your infatuation. The smile that breaks out on your face when he wears your favorite pair of jeans is unmatched, he can be sure that your greedy fingers will seek out whatever they can reach within seconds. Clothed, bare, it doesn’t matter to you so long as you get to grab a handful.

“I’ll tell you what darlin’, you’ll give a man an ego the size of Texas if you keep that up,” he laughs, enjoying the feeling of your fingers squeezing into the supple flesh. You simply hum in response, press yourself against his back even further and let your fingers become accustomed to the skin underneath them.

“Mm, maybe I aughta buy some shorts for you—“

“God, please.”

You don’t need to look at his face to know the look on it. Confident, like he knew what your answer would be from the get-go. His large hand overtakes your own in a comforting grip, calloused fingers running against your knuckles as he speaks.

“I think if I did, no work would be gettin’ done ‘round here, am I right?”

You confirm his thoughts with a whine, sneakily running your hand higher. You revel in the slow chuckle that escapes him, the softest breath leaving his lips.

“Hell, you keep this up and ain’t no work gettin’ done today.”

When your wandering hands brush against his hardening erection, you grin.

“That’s kind of the point Cole.”

You hand tight in his, he places it firmly against his cock. “Then go ahead and enjoy yourself princess.”

Guided by him, your fingers massage his length, thumbing at his outline as he fully grinds himself into your fingers. He holds at the counter with his opposite hand for balance as your movements become faster and faster, enjoying how quickly Cole becomes a shuddering mess before you can properly touch him.

[rhodesrider]

Superman

Roman R. x Little!Reader (Feat. Platonic! Jey and Jimmy Uso )

Minors DNI // 18+ // Age Regression warning

~

“Wait wait, you think Roman is who?” Y/N shushed Jey and Jimmy quick picking at her fingers nervous of her caregiver coming out of his office to see what was all the commotion. Jey blinked looking at her confused until he put two and two together. Not only was the poor girl in her little space but she noticed small things about Roman to make her think that he was Superman.

“Babygirl. Roman is not Superman.” Jimmy snickered some, but Y/N was serious. “Oh? Then why does daddy leave at weird times at nights and in the morning?” She smirked. But jey had a answer for that. “Y/N he goes on night runs and morning Jogs.” He sighed. “Sure he does, next your gonna say he not allergic to green glowing things.” She sighed. “He’s not?” Jimmy countered. “Then why did he throw away all my glow sticks?!” She said. “They were in the floor baby.” Jey laughed. She soon felt her face hot, she groaned and walk away knowing that her daddy was Superman. “If they don’t believe me, I’ll just make my own investigation.”

She ran to Romans’ office knocking on the door smiling as he opened it. “Hey princess, daddy’s quite not done yet but what’s up?” He squatted down to her kissing her cheeks. “Daddy could I get some printer paper? I ran out of sketch paper..” she pouted. He nodded and he went in his office right quick leaving the door cracked. She peeked in the door looking in seeing if she could find something abnormal. She scanned the room using careful eyesight and soon saw a pair of glasses on his desk. She stepped from the door as she hears footsteps and received the printing paper. “Thank you!” She smiled and ran off back to the living room where her uncles were playing the game. “Guys! I knew he was Superman!” She said in a hushed yelling tone. Jey paused the co-op game and looked at her while Jimmy just laughed a bit. “What other evidence you have?” Jey said not really wanting to entertain this but it seems like he doesn’t have much of a choice. “I saw “reading glasses” on his desk.” She said. “Daddy has great vision why does he need glasses?” She smirked happy with her evidence. “Well I mean that’s not enough evidence hun, every 30 year old man got glasses for reading.” After hearing the slight rebuttal she pouted. Jey was talking to her but out of the corner of jimmys eye he saw Roman peeking, he pulled his phone out and texted jimmy. Jimmy looked at his phone and rolled his eyes.

“Just play along.”

“Wait Jey.” Jey was stopped mid reasoning and looked at his brother. “Maybe she has a point,But idk the glasses ain’t enough still. If anything hard evidence comes from facts as well.” Jey blinked and soon his phone vibrated, he peeked at the text and groaned. But still kept his character. “Man, there’s no way that man in there is Superman.” He got up putting the controller down and walked away. “Uncle Jey doesn’t believe me…” Y/N pouted sitting down in his seat. “But I do.” Jimmy smiles. “Roman goes to bed at 10 o clock tonight. We can look around in his study some more.” Jimmy smirked. Y/N nodded excited and hugged her uncle going to get ready for bed. Soon out of sight Roman and Jey popped up again. “Why are you like this?” Jey asked Roman. “Look I think it’s kinda cute! Besides it could be fun.” He smirked. “So what u got set up?” Jimmy asked and Roman started to plan as so.

~

“Ok sweetie this is the plan.” Jimmy legit was going all out for this. He made a map and everything. Of course with Romans way of setting it up leaving a valuable little treasure in the safe. Y/N ran down most of the plan and gave some important notes in scented markers. As everyone heads to bed, Y/N sneaked out her room and so did Jimmy heading to the study. He opened the door slow and looked in giving the ok to start the investigation. The flashlights moved around the room and Y/N was so excited to find something a piece of evidence to show that her amazing caregiver could be the man of steal. “Hey over here.” Jimmy called as she was looking in his cabinets losing focus. Jimmy pointed to the safe. “Wait, uncle we don’t have a code.” She point feeing like the job was pointless. “Hm. What do you think the code would be?” She thought long and hard, soon remembering. She punched the code in and it opened after two beeps. “My birthday.” She smirked and peeked in seeing something was glowing. “Wait…a rock?” Jimmy was a bit confused, but he looked over at Y/N seeing her eyes sparkle. “No uncle. It’s kryptonite.”

~

The next day rolls over and Roman stepped out his study looking down at his phone. Soon stepped out Y/N, getting mentally prepared for what she’s about to try. “Hey daddy..” Roman turned around and soon saw the green stone in her hand. “I’m sorry!” She closed her eyes getting it closer to Roman and he had to act fast. He soon groaned a bit and moved back acting as if he was getting away from the stone as much as he could. “Pumpkin where did you get that?!” He asked peeking at her, she through the stone away far from them and she went to him in tear thinking she hurt the poor “superhero”. “Daddy I’m so sorry I knew your secret are you Okies?!” She sniffled and checked him really worried. It touches his heart seeing her so caring about him sometimes. “Well sweetie…you finally know. But you have to keep it secret for me. No matter what. Daddy has enemies that want him to disappear.” She nodded fast and hugged him smiling brightly. “I knew it.” She giggled.

But how long will this game continue? Check out next time ;) I’m pretty sure the friends he called would love to play along.

[nkirukaj]

Fawning for You (4)

Pairing: Alastor x Voe (Fem!OC)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: ANGST (& Humor!)

Word Count: 3.9K

4. ...Baby One More Time

Voe entered the Hotel later that day.

“Hey Voe, how was it at my dad’s?”

Voe is startled but answers “I think it went pretty well,”

“That’s great, super great!”

“Yeah, I’m gonna go up to my room,”

Charlie looks around “Okay,”

Voe rushes up the stairs almost running into Alastor, who stands at the top, watching down below. “Have a nice time at Lucifer’s?”

For lack of a better term, she looked like a deer in headlights standing under his bright eyes. She says nothing, running past him, slightly brushing his arm. Alastor blinked back his confusion. Nothing? No response? Not a witty retort? No venomous insult? Who did she think she was? Alastor strolled down the rest of the stairs and approached the Princess.

“Hello there Charlie!” he greets her

Charlie looks up from her papers “Oh hi Alastor! Did you need something?”

“As a matter of fact I do, tell me, my dear, do you know the whereabouts of Voe’s trip?”

Charlie breaks into a smile “Well, it’s a bit deep, but she went to see my dad,”

He raises his eyebrow “What ever for?”

“Well that is their business, but she told me that she needed to tie up some loose ends with him. Whatever that means!” Charlie snorts with laughter

To tie up loose ends? What could that mean? Why was she seeing Lucifer anyway? This was her third time seeing him this month alone. Had she gone back to rekindle her relationship with him? Maybe to be his partner instead, to go back on her choice all those months ago and choose Lucifer this time? This absolutely would not stand. Alastor needed to know what was going on and he needed to know now.

He caught her in the hallway later that day, she was on her phone not paying attention to her surroundings and she almost ran right into him.

“Oh sorr-“ she stops when she sees that it’s him, letting out a scared bleat

“Hello my dear,” he makes his voice low and flirtatious

She just stares up at him like she’s afraid that he might eat her. Like he’s said he’d thought about it, but never decided to act on it.

“How are you today, darling?”

Voe’s heart was in danger of beating out of her chest, she stared at Alastor as he spoke to her and could only think of one thing.

Holy shit, I’m in love with Alastor.

Everything that he did reminded her of why she loved him. The way he stood, the way he dressed, the way he styled his hair, held his cane, stood on his hooves in his little heels, and his eyes. His smile was beautiful but she melted under those eyes. She felt naked under those eyes. She pulls down her sundress slightly and looks down, ignoring his question and super speeding away from him.

Interesting, he thought. Did she have something of a bad morning that day? Had she not heard him when he spoke? Though she had been looking him directly in the eyes. Had her ears suddenly stopped working? No matter, he would get her to talk eventually.

Voe opens her laptop, hitting the LIVE button on Sinstagram

“Hey y’all I’m back” 

heyyyy it’s voe theee boe

that ain’t how you spell it..dummy

YOOOO VOOOOOEEE

“Before y’all start arguing about something, I just wanna set the record straight. Apparently, people are accusing me of lying about being autistic. Saying I don’t ‘look autistic’. The only reason y’all are saying that is because I’m super hot. Autistic people can be hot, okay?”

yo i just realized cud ppl with down syndrome go to hell if they murder sumbody?

well voe is here soo

right she’s got downs

no she has autism

NO SHES AUTISTIC

riiiight 🧠

heh she said lets set the record ‘straight’

“So you guys understand though? I’m both hot and autistic, okay. Now we can move on”

has anybody tried 2 fuk the radio demon in his furry ass?

Voe bursts into laughter and dips her head down, hitting it on the desk. She comes up rubbing her forehead “Why his ass?”

idk ����🏽‍♀️

“Nah but I have a question for y’all. Do y’all actually think Alastor is attractive?”

lol well yeah

duh

LMAO NAH WTF

WHAT KINDA BITCH WEARS A MONOCLE??? 

yo why you logged off las time????

ILL RIDE THE SHIT OUT OF THAT DEER DICK

anyone else ship angel and alastor

“No!” she yells defensively “Absolutely not!”

why she so defensive??

yeah they woukld be hoooottt

“Gross, you guys are gross,”

she jealous cuz she ain’t gettin nun of the radio demon

again with that theory… so two months agoooooo

never been proven

yo is that rue or nah

u fuking the radio demon OR WAS LMAO

i’d still smadsh

after they spread ya secrets???

we looking at the same woman??? voe is fine af

nah he thinking wit his dick

i am female!!!!!!

“Why thank you,” she sounds flattered with a smirk

ITS HIS LOSSS HIS LOSS

he was hurt tho

HE OWNS LIKE THOUSANDS OF SOULS AWW POOR BABY

yall aint even ask her lmao

“What’s there to ask? It’s a theory. Wait, do y’all believe that? Like for real?”

ugh no 

dumb rumor

“What if I was? What then?”

were u?

y’all got ur cameras out?

“I didn’t say that it actually happened. but I’m asking what y’all would think it if was true?”

i’d be like HOLY SHIT

u guys ever heard of the theory that alastor is owned by somebody

Voe’s eyes immediately widen. She hadn’t told anyone that, how was this a theory that people had?

is the stuff vox sed true??

you no it is

no one could make me hate vox tbh

“How are you a fan of me and Vox?” she questioned

vox is daddy 

“He’s not all that,”

fym not all that?

she’s been fucking the radio and tv demon

she luv them devices

is gen z okay?

“No, Gen Z is not okay. And I mean, he’s not all that. I will admit to fucking Vox, and Velvette, and Valentino. It was an orgy.

omg yu fucked daddy??

“It was fine enough I guess? I think Velvette was the best of the bunch. DId y’all know Vox’s body is blue? Including his dick. But his heart is red, so crazy!”

the vees trade off their employees like no tomorrow

“Vox’s dick is really thin. Like he literally pulled me onto his dick”

lmao what was this live even about???? lmaoooo

“I don’t even know to be honest,” she starts laughing as she hears a knock on her door “Oooh somebody needs me so I’ll see y’all sometime later. She shuts the laptop and goes the answer the door. It’s Alastor.

Voe freezes in place, staring up into his beautiful red eyes.

“I need you to do me a favor,” she just continues to stare “Refrain from speaking about private things that took place between us in your little lives” he wiggles his fingers

Voe opens her mouth, but no words come out.

“Do not talk about me or anything we’ve done to your little followers. Do we have an understanding?” he raises his brow

She nods, slamming her mouth shut

“Hmm, you can ignore me all you like, but you will not disrespect me. Clear?”

Voe stares up at him through her lashes and pulls her lips in.

“Don’t disrespect me,” he asserts, shadowing away

He ends up in his radio station, pacing back and forth in the room. Who does she think she is? Not speaking to him. Where was the Voe that he knew? The one that would fight him? Maybe he just wasn’t doing enough. He needed to hear her voice, needed to know she cared enough to bicker, to argue, to insult him. He’d told her not to disrespect him, he’d expected her to say that she does what she wants. Had she given up on him? Was she doing these things with Lucifer instead? Alastor pulls out some strands of his hair. This was too much, he refused to stress over this. Over her. She can’t do this to him, he was tired of all her games!

“Hi Husker,” she sits down at the bar

“Hey,”

She puts her elbows up at the bar

“What can I give you? Lemonade? Apple juice?”

“Ha ha ha, Voe can’t handle hard drinks. Listen I…feel like shit, so what should I drink for that?”

Husk turns around and pours a drink of some green drink that’s bubbling and sizzling. Voe crouches down to look at it “What is that?”

“Cyanide,” he says with a straight face

She turns her eyes up “Are you deadass?”

“It’s just the name of the drink,”

“Why is it screaming?”

Husk leans on the bar counter “Hurry up, it’s better when it’s vocal,”

The drink sounds as if it contains all the souls that Alastor had torn apart

“How do I drink this?”

“Fast,”

Voe grimaces and holds the drink up to her face, it smells minty and strong. Voe pulls back and slams her eyes shut

“Come on, don’t be a baby,” he tilts the drink up and pours the liquid into her mouth.

Voe coughs and sputters at the burn of the drink down her throat. When she finishes coughing she sits up and says “Peachy,” 

Husk slams the bottle down in front of her “I’ll just leave this here,”

“Husk, Husk!”

“Hmm?”

“I just noticed that you have wings”

“Yup,”

She giggles a high-pitched giggle

“What’s going on?” Angel approaches the bar “There you are!” he says looking at Voe

“Angel!”

“Mhmm?”

“I never told you how much I love your gloves and your suit,”

He seems confused “Alright?”

“They’re pink!”

“They are,”

Voe stands and runs past him “Charlie!”

“Hey Voe!”

She grabs the Princess’s ponytail “Your hair is so blonde and so beautiful,” she puts the ponytail on her head

“Aw, thanks,”

“Can I wear this?” she rubs the ponytail on her face

Charlie thinks “Um, no it’s my hair,”

“Okay! Angel!” she drops the ponytail

“Hmm?”

“Let’s go!”

“Go where?”

She dances around him in a circle “Somewhere cool! Let’s take a picture!” She pulls him down and snaps a selfie with him, “Okay now let’s go!”

“Nope, you’re going to bed,”

Voe stands on her tip-toes “Make me!”

“Okay?” He picks her up and slings her over his shoulder

She gasps “I’m so high!” She screams in delight “Angel look!”

“Hmm?”

“It’s Alastor!” she points in his direction towards the hotel door

Angel waves at Alastor, who raises his brow and shadows away. Angel rolls his eyes and carries Voe to her room.

When he lays her down she turns to face up toward him

“Angel…”

“Hm?”

“Do you like somebody?”

He smirks “Yeah, but I’ll never tell.”

“Is it Husk?”

“I’m not telling,”

She sits up “What would you think if I said I like somebody?”

He shrugs “That ain’t none of my business toots,”

“Angel..” she whispers, “I think Alastor’s nice”

“Yeah….” Angel looks away, in disagreement

Voe rolls over “Not like a nice person, but,” she wets her lips “Like he’s pretty neat,”

“Uhuh,” he strokes her head, stopping her from standing up

“I think…I love him”

Angel’s eyes pop open and he’s not sure if he heard the doe leaning in his chest fluff correctly

“I love Alastor,” she whispered again, giggling uncontrollably “He’s the only person I’ve ever loved. I want him so bad. I love him SO MUCH!” she pulled out of his fluff to scream and Angel pulled her back in

“Does he know that?” She shakes her head smiling into the fluff

“Then maybe don’t shout loud enough for Heaven to hear?” he strokes her hair once again,”

She just giggles again, falling asleep inside his fluff and drooling,

“Eugh,” Angel says

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“I feel like someone is trying to hammer my forehead,” 

“Yeah, it’s the people in the alcohol,”

“Wait what?”

“Yeah, that drink is made with actual souls,”

She almost spits out her water “What?”

“I don’t know why Husk gave it to you, that’s Alastor’s drink,”

“I knew something was up with that drink! Like he made it? Or it’s his drink of choice?”

“Both,”

“I can’t escape him,”

They sit in silence and Angel’s eyes dart back and forth “So…. about Alastor…”

She looks up at him “What about him?”

“You all lovey dovey for him?” he smirks

Her eyes widen “What do you mean?”

“Oh, hold on,” he takes out his phone and plays a video of her screaming about loving Alastor

Voe’s face slowly turns her favorite color. She looks up at Angel “Did you show anyone this?”

“Uhhh…maybe?”

“WHO DID YOU TELL?”

He waves her off “I’m just teasing,”

“Tell no one about this,”

“Or what?” he whispers

“Angel,” she scowls “I’m serious,”

“Damn! Why, is it true?”

Voe looks away, not answering.

“Just teasing-“

“Angel,”

“Yeah?”

“It is true,”

Angel bites his lower lip “Holy shit, you and The Radio Demon,”

“Okay no, because he doesn’t love me back,”

He tilts his head “Hmm,”

“This is why this stays here, understand?”

“Hm, not gonna lie, liking the Radio Demon is a big thing,”

“I know,”

He shrugs “But who knows, looks can be deceiving,”

She lays back on her bed, placing a pillow over her head “Do I still need to breathe?”

“I don’t think so,”

“Ugh, this is the worst. Have you ever been in love?”

He ponders “Ehhh, I don’t think so,”

“Are you in love now?”

“If I were, I wouldn’t tell you drunk or sober. I know better,”

“But I tell you everything!”

“I don’t know if you know, but you’ve been named the most untrustworthy sinner,”

“Is there a poll for that?”

He shrugs “You’ve just been named it,”

“Everyone hates me,”

“Nobody hates you, just people that aren’t on your side. But we don’t hate ya!”

She rolls her eyes “Whatever,”

“Welp, I got money to make, so don’t do anything stupid,”

She puts the pillow back on her head “No promises!”

Voe takes out her phone and scrolls through social media, there are posts and memes. One with a real life doe and a moth head on the back with the words ‘V is for Voe; the FUCKING Billboard Doe’, Voe laughs, “Okay that’s kinda funny,”, she scrolls for a bit and comes across one with a screenshot of her most famous live, specifically the above sentence and under is a drawing of the Vees, sitting around her decapitated head, reading “V is for the Vees fucking BITCH”. 

She stares at the image, feeling a bit like someone punched her in the stomach and stabbed her mother at the same time. She tilts her head and screenshots the meme, opens her SinTok (now verified), and sits up to start recording a video.

“Hey guys, today I have a bit of a more sad message for you. I saw this really nasty and disgusting meme.” She pulls the meme up on green screen “This is the meme, and it is truly nasty, and I just want everyone to know that this kind of thing is really hurtful and-“ she drops her head when she lifts it her voice cracks and there are tears falling from her eyes “You guys don’t get it,” she sobs “You just don’t know what it’s like being the baddest bitch in every room you walk in. It’s a lot of pressure,” she throws her head back and laughs “No, but seriously this is some good art keep up the good work. I love the attention,” she ends the video

After Charlie’s first activity of a two-activity day, Voe and Angel are all that remain.

“I wonder when Alastor is gonna come down,” Charlie says, looking through papers

Voe’s eyes dart around apprehensively

“Voe, what’s wrong?” Charlie looks up

Angel answers instead “She would hate for him to come down,”

“Oh, why?”

“She’s in love with Alastor,” Angel spills. Voe turns to him, full of annoyance

“Angel, what the fuck?” She looks around to see if she can smell him anywhere

Charlie gasped “What?” Charlie was hugging her before she even realized what was happening. “Aww Voe! That’s so nice!”

“Ohhh, did you not want me to say anything?”

Her eyes are wide with anger “What about ‘tell this to no one’ did you not hear?”

“OH, you can’t hold that against me. I was high,” he slumps down “I’m high now,”

Vaggie is shocked and standing quite still “Wow,” is all she has to say

“You’re telling me,” Husk comments from the bar “But then again, I knew. The bartender always knows,”

“Okay Husk,” Voe sounded irritated

“People were gonna find out sooner or later,”

“They were not,”

“It’s not a big deal, now you can move on and fuck the next guy,”

Voe pushes her hair back “It’s not really that simple, we’re technically partners. And I’m in love with him,”

“Well he ain’t reciprocating toots, might as well find somebody who will,”

“I could do that,”

“You should do that, plenty of demons in Hell. I’m certain you can find one,”

Charlie pouts  “Awe, I love a love story,” 

“Sorry, but you ain’t getting one,”

“Me and Vaggie are a love story,” she pulls her close

“Well she’s a fallen angel and you’re a Hellborn,” Voe states “You’re not sinners,”

Angel leans on her “We’re here to be punished, we don’t get happy endings,” he turns to Voe “You might as well forget about Alastor toots, he’s got more important things to worry about than falling in love,”

“Gee, thanks,” 

“Anytime toots,”

“Vaggie?” Charlie looks to her girlfriend for help

Vaggie shrugs “Well, Angel isn’t wrong,”

“Yeah, I’m not wrong,”

“Honestly Voe, you might be best breaking it off,” Vaggie turns up her lip

Walking down an empty hall, Voe turned the corner to see Alastor, walking in the same direction as she. She thought about whether it would be better to just walk behind him and decided that hiding behind the corner she had turned was the best option, considering he hadn’t seen her. She carefully and silently stepped back behind the corner, backing into something solid. 

“Nice to see you, Belle” she heard from behind her. She whips around to see Alastor, towering over her. His voice sounded different, not only because it lacked his radio filter, but because it was twinged with sadness and longing. 

“But how did you-?”

“I can smell you a mile away.” He leans down grinning at her

“Oh, well um, I have to get to Charlie’s lesson! Um, bye!” She turned on her heels to escape him when he appeared in front of her again. 

“I don’t think so.”

She turns back around, Alastor seeming more annoyed each time he appeared before her. He grabs her by the wrist when she attempts to walk away once more. Then grabs the other and pins her to the wall. “This has gone on long enough. Why darling, would you ever avoid me?” He leaned down to meet her face, his lips so close that she could feel his breath. “Frankly it’s just rude. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve seen your pretty face? Heard your witty banter? Or touched your lovely skin? One of my few joys of being in Hell, and you’ve taken it from me.”

Her chest was heaving from taking in his intoxicating scent and holding a heart that felt like it might explode. 

“Well?” He spoke, waiting for a response 

“I-I’m not avoiding you.” She lies

“Do not lie to me, my dear. I do not enjoy it when people lie. Not even you.” His eyes grew dark, and Voe felt a twitch in her core. 

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why ever not?” He raises his brow

“I…” she could only focus on his proximity and his scent “Please let my arms go.” 

“Not if you’re going to leave me.”

“I promise I won’t.”

He reluctantly lets go of her arms and they continue to stare at each other before Voe carefully touches the stag’s face, to which he responds by nuzzling his cheek into her palm. She pulls him into a kiss, which he eagerly reciprocates. The kiss turns quite passionate before he picks her up and sends them to her room. 

“I missed you,” she whines to the taller demon with her face in the crook of his neck. 

“I’m right here my doe, I’m always right here.”

He places her on the bed, climbing on top of her as they continue kissing. He trails down to her neck, biting, kissing, and nibbling at her skin. And she pulls at his steadily growing antlers and hair. 

“Never leave me.” She says into his neck

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my dear.” He replies hugging her back “But what has been on your mind?”

She turns away “I…can’t tell you,”

“Oh,” he nods sarcastically “So we’re still in that phase of our relationship?”

Voe sits up “Ugh what relationship?” 

“You’re right, there is none,”

“What now you’re mad?”

“Am I not allowed to be?”

Voe looks around “Um, not really. You’ve been ignoring me,” she crosses her arms

“And you’ve been ignoring me. I think I have more of a right to ignore you, my dear,”

“Not if we’re supposed to have some sort of relationship, it can’t survive if we don’t talk to each other,”

“I agree, so maybe you should talk to me,”

She scowls “Maybe you should talk to me, I was ignoring you because you were ignoring me,”

“So what? You want me to just forget everything and just talk to you,”

She puts her head in her hands “I don’t think we should be partners anymore.”

Microphone feedback is heard as Alastor’s smile falls slightly, and his eyes open wide. He squints them and his left eye begins twitching. He stands up from the bed and turns his back to Voe. 

He laughs a dry and forced laugh. His antlers triple in size, as does his body. When he turns back around his eyes are black with red dials. His form grew monstrous, with stitches on the corners of his grin. His form hunching over due to the lack of space in the room. 

“You mean to tell me,” he begins “that you’ve ignored and avoided me for a month, only to give me a taste of you, before ending this?” His voice was slightly distorted as he grew more and more enraged. 

“I just feel like this is the best option.” She said, standing and transforming into her demon form, with claws, wings, scales, horns, and the tail of a dragon. 

“For who??” He bellowed

“Me and you!”

“How so?? How is that? Hmm, my dear?”

“Because!!”

“YOU ARE MY DOE! THAT WILL NEVER CHANGE! MINE!”

“I WANT TO BE YOURS!”

Alastor’s anger is now mixed with confusion. 

“THEN WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO LEAVE ME??”

“I-I just don’t think this is good for me,” She shrinks back down to her normal form, her voice now sad.

Alastor returns to his normal form “Fine, maybe you can be with someone who can trust you,” he dusts himself off “And maybe you won’t betray them,” and he shadows away 

[cathchicken]

Ok yay another round of first impressions!!! Again, spoilers for Fionna and cake below the cut! (Episodes 5 and 6)

Episode one:

- I became more invested in this episode the further it went, I ended up liking it a lot!

- farmworld society is real neat. I like how ice Finn became some demonic figure to everyone

- FINN GKT KIDS

- I liked the character if the main Finn kid (forget his name already damnnn)

- the forbidden romance was funny, but they left that universe so quickly, I want to know what happens!!

- Simon curses

- what thr hell is up with the pink goop

- Farm Finn mentions his wife is dead (CMONNN). Not sure exactly who she could be, but I’m guessing farm huntress wizard, based off of a few of the kids designs. Specifically the one with ginger hair and green eyes. The soup thing is interesting too

- OH MY GOD THE OLD JAKE IS SO ADORABLE GRAHHHHHH

- and I love that Cake actually likes him like aughhhhh

- (this is hurting my soul)

- most important note: THERE WAS A CHICKEN FOR A SPLIT SECOND I WIN AUTOMATICALLY

Overall solid episode!

Episode two:

- yeah I know what’s gonna happen. Tumblr prepare yourself

- wait I forgot about the yaoi subplot haha

- anyways time to see photos of half naked Marshall everywhere for a week now too

- ok real meat: winter king. He’s a lot more cunty than I thought. The song and animation was gorgeous!!

- why did they draw his crotch like that. WHAT cmon I can’t be the only one. It’s so… well defined. Anyways

- the whimsical gunters were perfect. Especially the fairy

- the ice Marcy??? What??

- FUCKING. CAKE. SAYING WINTER KING AND SIMON SHOULD MAKE OUT AT THR END KF THE SONG. like damnnnn she is freaky. That would have been quite something though

- oh god. Wait, is this gonna be the oncest thingy now..? Fandom wise… cake you’ve doomed us all!!

- ahem

- oh yeah bubbaline! (Garylee..?) it was a very cute montage!! And I like Gary’s candy kingdom esque idea for his bakery.

- MORE LEMONFEMS (Lemoncarb?? I don’t know how to spell it)

- idk about you guys but I like them. Well, I don’t like how they did Gary. But still. Very good

- ok back to fionna

- yes!! Candy… queen! (The name to no one’s surprise haha) she pretty much was exactly what I expected. I love her

- her song was also great!!

- unfortunately I guess her existence is short lived lol

- won’t stop me… with the power of fanart!

- I like the scene where she rolls off the bed

- yeah at this point I was sort of suspicious of winter guy

- lobotomy… thr best remedy…

- the way winter king just lets Fionna embrace him right in front of actual Simon is fucking crazy haha. I’m sure cake was loving it

- THE HE

- WHAT THR HELL

- well, the team handles trauma together….

- interesting, this universes pb is like, exactly the same haha.

- oh yeah, Fionna ain’t straight at all. You saw how she reacted when pb caressed her

- oh yeah final winter king impressions: I hate him

- also the fact he acknowledged Betty died and couldn’t give a shit. Fuck him forever

- csnt lie I’m a little sad it’s not a direct swap universe like my little theory. But ofc that’s not a problem at all, just me predicting stuff wrong

- not letting that go tho. Passionpeachy I won’t fail you. Doomed yuri is always the answer

Ok that’s pretty much it!!! Overall I really enjoyed these episodes, and I’m gonna have a good time seeing everyone else react to them :3 but now I get some sleep. I got school tomorrow

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Aight. So about my crazy idea- I’m making a fanfic about it. I can’t help it. So now y’all gotta suffer with it lol. Enjoy!

⚠️TW⚠️: swearing, possession, fighting, knife being held to someone’s throat, and i don’t really know what else-

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6:00 am

It was a cold-ish rainy morning. Massachusetts was laying curled up on his side with a book, his headphones and phone, and a blanket over him. Yep. He stayed up all night reading again. He really needs to stop doing that, and the other states make sure to tell him that, but it ain’t like he’s gonna listen to them. How ironic is it that he’s the one that knows all about medical stuff and what could happen if you don’t sleep, and a bunch of other sh*t, yet is probably the most reckless and risk-taking state there? Anygays- we’re getting off topic.

Mass slowly sat up, his back popping a little as he sat up, and checked the time on his phone. He sighed and decided to just get up and start his day. His cat, Mayflower, that was sitting at the edge of his bed meowed disapprovingly at being woken up and disturbed, walked over to where he was sitting, and hopped onto his lap, startling the Bay State. He giggled slightly and started petting her, Mayflower purring as he did so.

"I’m so sorry for disturbing you, your Majesty. I didn’t realize that I couldn’t get out of bed without disrupting your slumber. I shall in fact burn for crimes." He said, faux apologetically, but not being able to stifle the giggle at the end. Mayflower meowed at him and turned around, hopping up and putting her front paws on his shoulders. She rubbed her face all over his face, neck and ears affectionately (idk I’ve seen videos of cats rubbing their faces on their owners and apparently that’s supposed to be affectionate-).

He smiled and gently pushed her off. "Stahahap that you gohohof! (Stop that you goof!)"

Mass got up and walked to his bathroom so he could get dressed when heard a deeper voice in his head. ‘Ughhhhh not you again…" he thought.

‘Yes it’s me again! Good morning dumba$$.’ Satan’s Kingdom responded.

‘What do you want…?’ Mass responded mentally.

‘What do you mean….. Who says I want anything?~’ S.K. answered with faux confusion and sadness.

‘Whenever you decide to speak to me, it’s either because you want something, or you wanna make my life a living-f(speaks Boston) hell.’ The Bay State answered, clearly not wanting to this sh** today (it be like that sometimes 😔✊).

‘Ok fine…. I just wanted to if-‘

‘No NO you may not. I know what you’re about to say, my answer is f(speaks Boston) no.’ Mass said as he brushed his hair in front of his mirror

"Awwwww why not?~ It’ll be fun~" The village(Satan’s Kingdom) whined.

‘No means no, jacka$$.’

Mass heard a slight chuckle from the other being in his mind. Well that can’t be good.

‘Well you see, Massachusetts…. You don’t exactly have a choice in the matter~’ Mass’s eyes widened as he was forced out of control and sent into the mind-space.

S.K. was now in full control of Mass’s body. "Ohoho now THIS- is gonna be fun~" He said to himself, ignoring Mass’s attempts to get control again. He grabbed Mass’s hoodie that Mass had chosen to wear that day and put it on, surprised when he saw how big the hoodie was on him. "Dang. Is the hoodie that big or this thing really THAT thin.-" he said under his breath. He grabbed Mass’s hat and put it on, pulling his hood over it. Next was the eyeliner. Ok, done. S.K. looked in the mirror and grinned, flashing his fangs that went all the way to the back of his mouth, and flicking his forked tongue a bit. Nobody’ll notice the teeth, slit pupils, and tongue right? Naw. Probably not.

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Downstairs:

S.K. walked downstairs to where a couple other states were and poured himself a cup of coffee. He was about to take a sip of coffee when he felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned around to see New Jersey. ‘Quick how does Mass act towards him?!- Insanely aggressive right? Yea I think this is the one.’

"Mornin’ sleeping beauty." NJ said with a small smirk as he poured himself a glass of milk.

"Stfu." S.K. responded coldly. He noticed the slightly offended look on Jersey’s face.

"Well d*nm somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, huh?" Jersey said.

"Perhaps so. Now shut it and let me drink my coffee." S.K. said, and then taking a sip of coffee. Except the thing is, he didn’t add creamer or sugar or literally anything. He just drank it straight up. Which Mass never does. And unfortunately, Jersey caught that small detail, seeing as how often he goes to Dunkin with Mass.

Jersey chuckled a bit and took a sip of his milk. "Well that’s new."

"Whaddya mean?" S.K. questioned, glaring at the state in front of him.

"Ya never drink yer coffee black, so I was just stating that that was new." The Garden State said.

"O-oh. Yea. Um. Whatever." S.K. said, silently cursing himself for stuttering.

Jersey looked at the smaller with a bit of confused expression. "Are ya doin’ alright? Ya seem to be a bit off. Are ya sick or smth?" He said. He reached his hand to the other’s forehead and feeling the side of his face (well it’s more like closer to under the ear/around the jaw-), only to have his hand swatted away.

"I’m fine. I ain’t sick." Said the smaller of the two.

"Ok then…? I’ll see ya later at the meetin’ I guess." Jersey said and started to walk off.

"The what?!" S.K. shouted, spitting out his coffee into the mug.

Jersey turned around confused. "Yea…? Didn’t ya get the email bout’ the meetin’ at 3?"

"Oh.. OH- that meeting! Oh yea, it probably just slipped my d*nm mind I guess. See ya later." And with that he walked away, leaving Jersey in mild confusion.

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Later at the meeting:

S.K. could now understand why Mass hated these meetings so much. It was sooooooo f(technical glitch)in’ boring… He put his hood up, pulled it down as much as he could, and then just stopped listening to everybody else. What he did notice, however, was Louisiana staring at him, seemingly studying him. Watching his every movement. Satan’s Kingdom tried to remember ANYTHING about Loui, and then it him. He forgot 2 things. 1:Loui is one of Massachusetts’s best friends, and 2: Loui is in fact capable of sensing bad energy or different energies and spirits, ghosts, demons, ect…. Sh*t he hoped that Louisiana wouldn’t say anything or sense anything. Unfortunately for him though, Loui did sense something was wrong.

From across the Table, Loui felt that something was a bit… off, to say the least. He could feel a new type of negative or even demonic energy in the room. Well there weren’t any apparitions in the room, seeing as Loui had already checked for any and found none. He was about to give up trying to figure out what it was, but it bothered him too much. He looked around the room and looked at the energy of the other states (+Gov), checking off each one after he checked. Florida… The Fed… Texas… Cali… York…… and all the rest seemed somewhat normal. That was until he got to "Massachusetts". There was something that felt incredibly wrong, and he was kinda worried for his friend. He hadn’t even noticed Gov calling his name until he heard someone shout "Louisiana!!"

He snapped his head towards Gov, who had been the one who called him. "Huh?"

Gov just sighed. "I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past 5 minutes."

Loui rubbed the back of his neck with a slight chuckle. "Whoops- Uh- Whatcha need, sha?"

Gov rolled his eyes fondly. Nobody, and I repeat, NOBODY, is ever really able to hate or be mad at Loui. "I just wanted to know if you had any updates about anything going on in your state that I might need to know about?" He said.

"O-oh. Uh- no. Nothin’ dat comes to mind, sha." Loui said with a smile.

"*sigh* Alright then. New York?" Gov said, then continued.

"F(speaks New York) you." NY said with a slight glare.

"As always you’re such a pleasure to speak to."

"Piss off."

Louisiana had pretty much gone back to what he was doing in the first place. He noticed that "Mass" seemed to be fidgeting with something with something under the table. So, purely out of curiosity, he slid down in his seat a bit so he could see under the table. His eyes widened a bit as he saw what “Mass" was holding in his hands. It seemed to be a small double-bladed thing with weird designs on it.

He sat back up and looked at "Mass" who hadn’t seemed to notice the fact that he saw the blades.

"H-hey sorry fo’ interruptin’,- um hey Mass you doin’ aight sha?" Louisiana said, sending a slightly apologetic look Gov’s way.

‘Sh*t-‘ Satan’s Kingdom thought as he panicked for a second. "Uh- yea why do ya ask?" He said, giving the younger a slight glare.

"Well- you seem a bit… off, today. I’m sensin’ a very negative energy comin’ from ya, it ain’t like yer usual moody sleep-deprived energy." Loui said.

"I’m fine."

"Are ya sure sha?"

"Yes. Shut it."

"Again. Are you sure? Cuz if there is somethin’ wrong I can h-" Loui started but cut off by “Mass" grabbing a random vase and throwing it at him. The vase hit Loui directly in the side of his head and shattered, knocking him out of his chair and onto the ground where he curled up holding his head. Chaos only arose from the table.

"LOUI-!" Florida screamed as he got from his chair and kneeled down at Loui’s side, Texas following.

"WHAT THE HE// MASS?! What is wrong with you?! He was trying to he help!?!" Texas shouted while glaring at "Mass" and trying to get Loui to uncurl himself.

"Yea wtf?!" New York shouted turning to Mass and standing up, glaring at him. He was shocked when he saw "Mass" with a sick-evil grin on his face and glowing red eyes staring back at him through his hood. His face fell when the realization hit him. "You’re not my brother…"

"It took you f(technical glitch)in’ morons THAT long to figure it out?! Ha." Satan’s Kingdom said with an insane look in his eyes that sent shivers down the spine of the usually stoic New York.

"I thought we got rid of you a while ago!?!" Connie (Connecticut) shouted.

"Nope! Now, you’re next, Yorkie!~" S.K. said as he leaped up and swung the blades at York, luckily though York managed to just barely dodge it. (Sh*tty fight scene coming up-)

S.K. snarled and jumped at York with the blades again, this time managing cut York across the cheek and making the other hiss in pain. The smaller of the two had a wicked grin on his face as he licked the blood off the knife and swung again, this time cutting New York’s arm, which made the other yelp (as in the way a dog does). Jersey had gotten up to go assist York, but got pushed back down into his seat by Oklahoma (whom he sat by since I’ve decided that he sits between Texas and Oklahoma). He glared at Oklahoma who just told him to sit tf down and let York deal with it and just reluctantly listened to him.

York eventually managed to somehow grab the blade as S.K. swung again, but unfortunately this meant that the blade cut into his palm. But ofc he didn’t care and managed to twist the knife out of S.K.’s hand by the blade and toss him at the wall with the knife to his throat. He found unnatural joy in the panicked look of his brother’s controller, but quickly shut it out as he came back to reality and the situation at hand. He was about to slit the other’s throat but something S.K. said stopped him.

"W-wait! Now b-before you s-slit my throat, you need to remember one important thing." S.K. said.

"And what the f(speaks New York) is that?!" York half yelled half said normally.

Satan’s Kingdom just chuckled before giving an evil grin and saying, "Well you see Yorkie~ Me and your pathetic excuse of a brother share a body. Meaning… If you kill me, you also kill your useless brother.~"

New York’s face fell slightly as he realized that the stupid man controlling his brother was right. ‘Then how do we get Masshole back without hurtin’ im’….’ While he was lost in his thoughts, he heard a loud voice shout:

"I need the Commonwealth of Massachusetts present at the table right this moment!!"

York turned around, still keeping S.K. pinned on the wall, to see that it had been Gov that shouted that. Gov. Of all people. To say York was surprised to see the usually anxiety-ridden man standing confidently with a stern look on his face is an understatement. He didn’t think Gov had it in him. He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts tho when he felt something give up behind him. York quickly turned back around to see his brother looking at him with tear-glazed eyes and let go, letting Massachusetts slide down the wall and curl up in a little ball.

It quickly dawned on York that Mass was having a panic attack and couldn’t calm down or breathe at all, so he decided to try to do something that Mass used to do with him when he was younger (and smaller cuz now York is 5’10 while Mass is 5’6-). He reached his good hand out in front of Mass so the other could see it and decide whether he wanted to take it or not, and York was secretly hoping and praying that he did. He could see that Mass had seen his hand and was considering whether to take it or not. Aight. So about my crazy idea- I’m making a fanfic about it. I can’t help it. So now y’all gotta suffer with it lol. Enjoy!

⚠️TW⚠️: swearing, possession, fighting, knife being held to someone’s throat, and i don’t really know what else-

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6:00 am

It was a cold-ish rainy morning. Massachusetts was laying curled up on his side with a book, his headphones and phone, and a blanket over him. Yep. He stayed up all night reading again. He really needs to stop doing that, and the other states make sure to tell him that, but it ain’t like he’s gonna listen to them. How ironic is it that he’s the one that knows all about medical stuff and what could happen if you don’t sleep, and a bunch of other sh*t, yet is probably the most reckless and risk-taking state there? Anygays- we’re getting off topic.

Mass slowly sat up, his back popping a little as he sat up, and checked the time on his phone. He sighed and decided to just get up and start his day. His cat, Mayflower, that was sitting at the edge of his bed meowed disapprovingly at being woken up and disturbed, walked over to where he was sitting, and hopped onto his lap, startling the Bay State. He giggled slightly and started petting her, Mayflower purring as he did so.

"I’m so sorry for disturbing you, your Majesty. I didn’t realize that I couldn’t get out of bed without disrupting your slumber. I shall in fact burn for crimes." He said, faux apologetically, but not being able to stifle the giggle at the end. Mayflower meowed at him and turned around, hopping up and putting her front paws on his shoulders. She rubbed her face all over his face, neck and ears affectionately (idk I’ve seen videos of cats rubbing their faces on their owners and apparently that’s supposed to be affectionate-).

He smiled and gently pushed her off. "Stahahap that you gohohof! (Stop that you goof!)"

Mass got up and walked to his bathroom so he could get dressed when heard a deeper voice in his head. ‘Ughhhhh not you again…" he thought.

‘Yes it’s me again! Good morning dumba$$.’ Satan’s Kingdom responded.

‘What do you want…?’ Mass responded mentally.

‘What do you mean….. Who says I want anything?~’ S.K. answered with faux confusion and sadness.

‘Whenever you decide to speak to me, it’s either because you want something, or you wanna make my life a living-f(speaks Boston) hell.’ The Bay State answered, clearly not wanting to this sh** today (it be like that sometimes 😔✊).

‘Ok fine…. I just wanted to if-‘

‘No NO you may not. I know what you’re about to say, my answer is f(speaks Boston) no.’ Mass said as he brushed his hair in front of his mirror

"Awwwww why not?~ It’ll be fun~" The village(Satan’s Kingdom) whined.

‘No means no, jacka$$.’

Mass heard a slight chuckle from the other being in his mind. Well that can’t be good.

‘Well you see, Massachusetts…. You don’t exactly have a choice in the matter~’ Mass’s eyes widened as he was forced out of control and sent into the mind-space.

S.K. was now in full control of Mass’s body. "Ohoho now THIS- is gonna be fun~" He said to himself, ignoring Mass’s attempts to get control again. He grabbed Mass’s hoodie that Mass had chosen to wear that day and put it on, surprised when he saw how big the hoodie was on him. "Dang. Is the hoodie that big or this thing really THAT thin.-" he said under his breath. He grabbed Mass’s hat and put it on, pulling his hood over it. Next was the eyeliner. Ok, done. S.K. looked in the mirror and grinned, flashing his fangs that went all the way to the back of his mouth, and flicking his forked tongue a bit. Nobody’ll notice the teeth, slit pupils, and tongue right? Naw. Probably not.

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Downstairs:

S.K. walked downstairs to where a couple other states were and poured himself a cup of coffee. He was about to take a sip of coffee when he felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned around to see New Jersey. ‘Quick how does Mass act towards him?!- Insanely aggressive right? Yea I think this is the one.’

"Mornin’ sleeping beauty." NJ said with a small smirk as he poured himself a glass of milk.

"Stfu." S.K. responded coldly. He noticed the slightly offended look on Jersey’s face.

"Well d*nm somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, huh?" Jersey said.

"Perhaps so. Now shut it and let me drink my coffee." S.K. said, and then taking a sip of coffee. Except the thing is, he didn’t add creamer or sugar or literally anything. He just drank it straight up. Which Mass never does. And unfortunately, Jersey caught that small detail, seeing as how often he goes to Dunkin with Mass.

Jersey chuckled a bit and took a sip of his milk. "Well that’s new."

"Whaddya mean?" S.K. questioned, glaring at the state in front of him.

"Ya never drink yer coffee black, so I was just stating that that was new." The Garden State said.

"O-oh. Yea. Um. Whatever." S.K. said, silently cursing himself for stuttering.

Jersey looked at the smaller with a bit of confused expression. "Are ya doin’ alright? Ya seem to be a bit off. Are ya sick or smth?" He said. He reached his hand to the other’s forehead and feeling the side of his face (well it’s more like closer to under the ear/around the jaw-), only to have his hand swatted away.

"I’m fine. I ain’t sick." Said the smaller of the two.

"Ok then…? I’ll see ya later at the meetin’ I guess." Jersey said and started to walk off.

"The what?!" S.K. shouted, spitting out his coffee into the mug.

Jersey turned around confused. "Yea…? Didn’t ya get the email bout’ the meetin’ at 3?"

"Oh.. OH- that meeting! Oh yea, it probably just slipped my d*nm mind I guess. See ya later." And with that he walked away, leaving Jersey in mild confusion.

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Later at the meeting:

S.K. could now understand why Mass hated these meetings so much. It was sooooooo f(technical glitch)in’ boring… He put his hood up, pulled it down as much as he could, and then just stopped listening to everybody else. What he did notice, however, was Louisiana staring at him, seemingly studying him. Watching his every movement. Satan’s Kingdom tried to remember ANYTHING about Loui, and then it him. He forgot 2 things. 1:Loui is one of Massachusetts’s best friends, and 2: Loui is in fact capable of sensing bad energy or different energies and spirits, ghosts, demons, ect…. Sh*t he hoped that Louisiana wouldn’t say anything or sense anything. Unfortunately for him though, Loui did sense something was wrong.

From across the Table, Loui felt that something was a bit… off, to say the least. He could feel a new type of negative or even demonic energy in the room. Well there weren’t any apparitions in the room, seeing as Loui had already checked for any and found none. He was about to give up trying to figure out what it was, but it bothered him too much. He looked around the room and looked at the energy of the other states (+Gov), checking off each one after he checked. Florida… The Fed… Texas… Cali… York…… and all the rest seemed somewhat normal. That was until he got to "Massachusetts". There was something that felt incredibly wrong, and he was kinda worried for his friend. He hadn’t even noticed Gov calling his name until he heard someone shout "Louisiana!!"

He snapped his head towards Gov, who had been the one who called him. "Huh?"

Gov just sighed. "I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past 5 minutes."

Loui rubbed the back of his neck with a slight chuckle. "Whoops- Uh- Whatcha need, sha?"

Gov rolled his eyes fondly. Nobody, and I repeat, NOBODY, is ever really able to hate or be mad at Loui. "I just wanted to know if you had any updates about anything going on in your state that I might need to know about?" He said.

"O-oh. Uh- no. Nothin’ dat comes to mind, sha." Loui said with a smile.

"*sigh* Alright then. New York?" Gov said, then continued.

"F(speaks New York) you." NY said with a slight glare.

"As always you’re such a pleasure to speak to."

"Piss off."

Louisiana had pretty much gone back to what he was doing in the first place. He noticed that "Mass" seemed to be fidgeting with something with something under the table. So, purely out of curiosity, he slid down in his seat a bit so he could see under the table. His eyes widened a bit as he saw what “Mass" was holding in his hands. It seemed to be a small double-bladed thing with weird designs on it.

He sat back up and looked at "Mass" who hadn’t seemed to notice the fact that he saw the blades.

"H-hey sorry fo’ interruptin’,- um hey Mass you doin’ aight sha?" Louisiana said, sending a slightly apologetic look Gov’s way.

‘Sh*t-‘ Satan’s Kingdom thought as he panicked for a second. "Uh- yea why do ya ask?" He said, giving the younger a slight glare.

"Well- you seem a bit… off, today. I’m sensin’ a very negative energy comin’ from ya, it ain’t like yer usual moody sleep-deprived energy." Loui said.

"I’m fine."

"Are ya sure sha?"

"Yes. Shut it."

"Again. Are you sure? Cuz if there is somethin’ wrong I can h-" Loui started but cut off by “Mass" grabbing a random vase and throwing it at him. The vase hit Loui directly in the side of his head and shattered, knocking him out of his chair and onto the ground where he curled up holding his head. Chaos only arose from the table.

"LOUI-!" Florida screamed as he got from his chair and kneeled down at Loui’s side, Texas following.

"WHAT THE HE// MASS?! What is wrong with you?! He was trying to he help!?!" Texas shouted while glaring at "Mass" and trying to get Loui to uncurl himself.

"Yea wtf?!" New York shouted turning to Mass and standing up, glaring at him. He was shocked when he saw "Mass" with a sick-evil grin on his face and glowing red eyes staring back at him through his hood. His face fell when the realization hit him. "You’re not my brother…"

"It took you f(technical glitch)in’ morons THAT long to figure it out?! Ha." Satan’s Kingdom said with an insane look in his eyes that sent shivers down the spine of the usually stoic New York.

"I thought we got rid of you a while ago!?!" Connie (Connecticut) shouted.

"Nope! Now, you’re next, Yorkie!~" S.K. said as he leaped up and swung the blades at York, luckily though York managed to just barely dodge it. (Sh*tty fight scene coming up-)

S.K. snarled and jumped at York with the blades again, this time managing cut York across the cheek and making the other hiss in pain. The smaller of the two had a wicked grin on his face as he licked the blood off the knife and swung again, this time cutting New York’s arm, which made the other yelp (as in the way a dog does). Jersey had gotten up to go assist York, but got pushed back down into his seat by Oklahoma (whom he sat by since I’ve decided that he sits between Texas and Oklahoma). He glared at Oklahoma who just told him to sit tf down and let York deal with it and just reluctantly listened to him.

York eventually managed to somehow grab the blade as S.K. swung again, but unfortunately this meant that the blade cut into his palm. But ofc he didn’t care and managed to twist the knife out of S.K.’s hand by the blade and toss him at the wall with the knife to his throat. He found unnatural joy in the panicked look of his brother’s controller, but quickly shut it out as he came back to reality and the situation at hand. He was about to slit the other’s throat but something S.K. said stopped him.

"W-wait! Now b-before you s-slit my throat, you need to remember one important thing." S.K. said.

"And what the f(speaks New York) is that?!" York half yelled half said normally.

Satan’s Kingdom just chuckled before giving an evil grin and saying, "Well you see Yorkie~ Me and your pathetic excuse of a brother share a body. Meaning… If you kill me, you also kill your useless brother.~"

New York’s face fell slightly as he realized that the stupid man controlling his brother was right. ‘Then how do we get Masshole back without hurtin’ im’….’ While he was lost in his thoughts, he heard a loud voice shout:

"I need the Commonwealth of Massachusetts present at the table right this moment!!"

York turned around, still keeping S.K. pinned on the wall, to see that it had been Gov that shouted that. Gov. Of all people. To say York was surprised to see the usually anxiety-ridden man standing confidently with a stern look on his face is an understatement. He didn’t think Gov had it in him. He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts tho when he felt something give up behind him. York quickly turned back around to see his brother looking at him with tear-glazed eyes and let go, letting Massachusetts slide down the wall and curl up in a little ball.

It quickly dawned on York that Mass was having a panic attack and couldn’t calm down or breathe at all, so he decided to try to do something that Mass used to do with him when he was younger (and smaller cuz now York is 5’10 while Mass is 5’6-). He reached his good hand out in front of Mass so the other could see it and decide whether he wanted to take it or not, and York was secretly hoping and praying that he did. He could see that Mass had seen his hand and was considering whether to take it or not.

At much as Mass would hate to admit it, he was terrified. He had been so weak that S.K. had been able to take control, he hurt his brother and one of his best friends… He flinched a little when he saw his little brother’s hand in front of him. Thoughts of the possibility that York was mad and about to hurt him went racing through his head. Mass then decided that whatever happened to him would probably be well deserved, so he reluctantly took his brother’s hand and expected to be hit or thrown at the wall. What he didn’t expect was for York to pull him into his lap and wrap him in a tight hug and start rubbing his back soothingly. Safe. He felt safe. York wasn’t gonna hurt him. He buried his head in his brother’s shoulder and tried to calm down and slow his breathing.

"Aww-" Florida started but was quickly cut off when Texas used his good hand that wasn’t holding Louisiana to smack him in the back of the neck. Unfortunately Mass got a glimpse of Loui, who was unconscious in Tex’s arms, and that didn’t help with him trying to calm down.

New York could feel Mass getting riled up again and teleported back to his room where he managed to get Mass to calm down completely and get him to sleep.

[aspd-culture]

Greetings,

1. Your content is very helpful, big thanks for answering questions so thoroughly!

I have aspd+npd and adhd.

cd in childhood ✔️

So I started therapy again, had my 3 visits to get-to-know-eachother and soon will have weekly or so appointments.

Now she ain’t really familiar with cluster b (I know I know…), but no other therapist in my area takes new patients or is familiar with the topic either.

Now today I told her about my diagnosis’s straightforward and she’s all about “not labeling symptoms as diagnosis’s”, she’s an in depth-psychotherapy psychologist and works with the NVC nonviolent communication concept by Marshall Rosenberg *deep sigh*

“Based on the teachings of Sigmund Freud, traditional psychoanalysis deals with the reconstruction of long-repressed memories, while depth psychology focuses primarily on the "present conscious".”

Now I know I will have to withhold my “I know better about this” reactions to some degree, I told her about cluster b treatment being specific and a lot of other disorders have same/similar symptoms aka having labels like aspd&npd IS HELPFUL CUZ NOW YOU KNOW WHAT YOURE WORKING WITH?? (+do precise research)

but we talked a little bit about me experiencing npd shame and she was like: “well that contradicts itself, you cannot have aspd and experience shame, aspd lacks that & you appear to be a nice lady anyway” *implodes*

The mocking laugh I had to withhold omg.

Now going by the books at least >3 symptoms have to be present & I have more than that.

Everyone experiences it differently, idk if it’s even considered somewhat of a spectrum?

And I HAVE THE LITERAL DIAGNOSIS ANYWAY.

Like what does she not get about me ALSO HAVING NPD COMORBID?! and shame being the core of NPD?

Now… I’ll probably stay with her for a while (if I have the self control) since I really need therapy to some degree at least, cuz things suck big time right now.

And my question is how to teach her her job and explain the aspd&npd comorbid stuff to her and that labels do play a role here? Idk just overall advice?

End of frustration rant🤦🏻‍♀️

-K

Thank you, I do my best!

TW, all caps text in the response (not aggressive, in a surprised/reaction way)

I'm just... gonna liveblog my response to this bc I have so many feelings on this therapist already and I have barely read 1/4 of the ask yet.

Not being familiar with cluster b pds actually isn't always a bad thing. I will happily take unfamiliar over some of the so called specialists in that area who believe in "narc abuse" and the like. I generally recommend people who think/know they have ASPD to seek out therapists in the range of trauma specialists over cluster b specialists for that reason.

Ugh, I can't stand the "I don't like labels/diagnoses" therapists enough already when they're referring to new ones while in their care, but to say that to someone who is telling you about a dx they already have is a new low.

Not the Freud! Not the "present conscious"! Gross gross all around imo. If that works for some of you that is awesome but I can't stomach that kind of therapist just for me personally.

Reconstruction of repressed memories is tricky because if they don't handle that right it is a very sensitive moment for them to fuck up/say something shitty, so I personally prefer to let those bubble up naturally, but because I have DID (oh ya, that official dx happened btw) they are more likely to bubble up for me than for a singlet. It makes sense to me that singlets would want a therapist for that.

OH DEAR FUCK I DID NOT THINK IT COULD GET WORSE. Ok so unpacking that - pwASPD absolutely experience shame, which is extremely common in traumatized people of any variety. In fact, shame is a very common symptom of PTSD. Remorse and shame are not only not the same, but they are so far removed from each other than even most ableist prosocials know and admit that those two are not even in the same family.

The "you appear to be a nice lady" is the icing on the "Get the fuck rid of this therapist if you can" cake for me, because it reeks of ableism and sexism at the same time. AFABs often have their symptoms of ASPD ignored entirely or intentionally mis-attributed to autism or BPD because they just cannot fathom an AFAB not thinking like a lady. ASPD is demonized and AFABs are infantilized and their tiny prosocial brains blow up because those two cannot co-exist.

I, to be quite honest, would chuck her in the unfixable pile. I wish I could give you advice on this, but there is just too much ableism, sexism, and ignorance in how she reacted in just this single interaction you described for me to think she's salvagable. When it's one little thing you can sometimes teach them/get them to learn with you - even though that is literally the opposite of what therapy is supposed to be - and get something good out of it, but with all of this I think it presents a much larger risk to you to try.

If you can't switch any time soon, I would try and stick to discussing non-cluster b issues as much as possible.

I can not and do not give professional advice because I am not a professional and in good conscience, I can't advise leaving one therapist without a direct plan on how and when to get another one ASAP. But I will say that specifically in relation to cluster b disorders, this therapist sounds like she will be more damaging than anything for that. That doesn't mean that she can't help with other conditions or stressors you're experiencing in the meantime, though!

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Thank you, I do my best!

TW, all caps text in the response (not aggressive, in a surprised/reaction way)

I'm just... gonna liveblog my response to this bc I have so many feelings on this therapist already and I have barely read 1/4 of the ask yet.

Not being familiar with cluster b pds actually isn't always a bad thing. I will happily take unfamiliar over some of the so called specialists in that area who believe in "narc abuse" and the like. I generally recommend people who think/know they have ASPD to seek out therapists in the range of trauma specialists over cluster b specialists for that reason.

Ugh, I can't stand the "I don't like labels/diagnoses" therapists enough already when they're referring to new ones while in their care, but to say that to someone who is telling you about a dx they already have is a new low.

Not the Freud! Not the "present conscious"! Gross gross all around imo. If that works for some of you that is awesome but I can't stomach that kind of therapist just for me personally.

Reconstruction of repressed memories is tricky because if they don't handle that right it is a very sensitive moment for them to fuck up/say something shitty, so I personally prefer to let those bubble up naturally, but because I have DID (oh ya, that official dx happened btw) they are more likely to bubble up for me than for a singlet. It makes sense to me that singlets would want a therapist for that.

OH DEAR FUCK I DID NOT THINK IT COULD GET WORSE. Ok so unpacking that - pwASPD absolutely experience shame, which is extremely common in traumatized people of any variety. In fact, shame is a very common symptom of PTSD. Remorse and shame are not only not the same, but they are so far removed from each other than even most ableist prosocials know and admit that those two are not even in the same family.

The "you appear to be a nice lady" is the icing on the "Get the fuck rid of this therapist if you can" cake for me, because it reeks of ableism and sexism at the same time. AFABs often have their symptoms of ASPD ignored entirely or intentionally mis-attributed to autism or BPD because they just cannot fathom an AFAB not thinking like a lady. ASPD is demonized and AFABs are infantilized and their tiny prosocial brains blow up because those two cannot co-exist.

I, to be quite honest, would chuck her in the unfixable pile. I wish I could give you advice on this, but there is just too much ableism, sexism, and ignorance in how she reacted in just this single interaction you described for me to think she's salvagable. When it's one little thing you can sometimes teach them/get them to learn with you - even though that is literally the opposite of what therapy is supposed to be - and get something good out of it, but with all of this I think it presents a much larger risk to you to try.

If you can't switch any time soon, I would try and stick to discussing non-cluster b issues as much as possible.

I can not and do not give professional advice because I am not a professional and in good conscience, I can't advise leaving one therapist without a direct plan on how and when to get another one ASAP. But I will say that specifically in relation to cluster b disorders, this therapist sounds like she will be more damaging than anything for that. That doesn't mean that she can't help with other conditions or stressors you're experiencing in the meantime, though!

[butterfrogmantis]

It was a terrible night; a rainy, lightning storm stricken night. The kind of night where you DON’T expect anyone to be knocking on your door because no fool in their right mind would be outside in this weather. And yet here Tailor stood, in his fluffy cream dressing gown, answering the door to a sodden and panicked Farmer Smurf, begging him for blankets as he’d given his to Laundry Smurf earlier that day.

And that’s how the clothes maker found himself standing in the stables as the lightning crashed outside and the wind howled, watching Farmer wrap a blanket around a newly hatched baby snail. He was cooing gently at it, and stroking the neck as it yawned.

“It’s alive, oh- oh yes, he’ll be ok, thank you Tailor, thank you, how can I ever repay you?”

Tailor shook his head, offering a second blanket instead.

“No no, one is enough for the little guy”

“This one’s for you” Tailor said, matter of factly, draping it around the other Smurf’s shoulders. Farmer had been completely ignoring the fact he was also soaked to the bone, all for the life of this tiny snailet that was now blinking around at the two strange creatures above it. In all honesty, it was admirable. Farmer truly did put a lot of tender smurfing care into his work, something Tailor could relate to very much.

“Holy Smurf, he’s gorgeous. I think I’m gonna name him Thunder – for hatching in this storm. Please Tailor, let me thank you somehow, whaddya say to a picnic lunch tomorrow? I be known for making a mean Smurfberry pie – gosh, he’s a real sweetheart, ain’t he?”

Tailor smiled, but he wasn’t looking at the snail.

“I can’t say I ever noticed it before … but yes, he is rather”

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Retconning some AU stuff! I’ve had my main stories for a while and way back when I didn’t know or care as much about certain characters but now a days I have no excuse fjdhdk anyway the original Farmer/Tailor storyline was that Tailor actually got annoyed with him for dirtying some of his clothes with field mud so Farmer spent a night washing them to make up for it, Tailor found him asleep in the morning and was so touched he was forgiven and that’s what started the inital friendship. Buttt in terms of where the characters stand now? That seems like more of a Vanity thing, idk I just thought I could do better so I’m dragging the NTOB snails into this.

Prior to this instance Farmer is at least one of Tailor’s most frequent customers but they’re both so busy they’d probably only have considered each other acquaintances at best (though Farmer had a bit of a secret crush) following the night of Thunder’s hatching and once the skies cleared up Farmer made good on his promise of baking smurfberry pie (his one and only baking specialty) and the two got to talking, became actual friends, then my fanfic Needle And Hay happens and well you guys know the rest ;)

Farmer and Tailor (c) The Smurfs

[lostinanothersmemories]

Alright I don't actually know if I've posted this already so hehe but @zozo-01 wanted this so blame her.

cw for general angst? feelings of being an outsider? idk the darlin kinnie really popped off when writing this

With the soft waves crashing on the beach the group could laugh themselves to tears. Ash still throwing the beach ball despite David’s warnings the wind is gonna send it flying. Angel and Babe comparing sea shells, holding them up to firelight. Milo stoking the fire and when necessary smacking the ball away so it doesn’t get close to the flames. Sam and Darlin taking up an entire log bench with how the wolf lounges.

“You act like I’m planning on finding a new apartment, my apartments fine. I like my apartment.”

Theres a pause before a brief laugh from the group, “Didn’t your neighbor throw a week long rager and cops literally wouldn’t come to stop it?” Asher points out, asking for an argument.

“Oh boo hoo you lose a bit of sleep.”

“Oh come on even me and David’s first apartment was better!”

Of course bringing him into bickering means he’ll side with neither, “That’s because I didn’t let you pick it.”

“Cold hearted man, I’ve got taste!”

“Says the one who wanted to paint his bedroom blue, the entire bedroom, in a rental.”

“Milo! I thought you’d be on my side!”

“And the one who thought our generation would live in a mansion all together.”

“Oh my god wait did we try to make a pack frat house?”

“You tried to make a pack frat house, I argued, Milo didn’t,” David points out.

“I ain’t going to be held accountable for what I said when I was ten, my memories barely go back that far I’m innocent.” Milo defends holding his hands up but distracted by Sweetheart stealing his stick to fix his fire.

“Ash was the one to suggest it anyways he’s at fault. You tried to get anyone to drive us around so we could househunt.”

“Right! I tried for weeks to convince them to let us bike around to find the best house.”

“Hey, wasn’t that when you biked into a wall and lost a tooth?” Milo peaks around to ask not listening to an answer. “Sweetheart no I swear to god the fire is fine!”

“Amanda found a wheelbarrow and we brought you to MIlo’s house cause you thought it was an adult tooth.” David explains, ever so slightly smiling at the memory.

“Shaw Pack Jr. my friends.” Milo jesters jabbing Ash with only a slightly charred fire stick.

Across the fire a weight sinks. Drops leaving a tsunami. No one notices. No one sees. Darlin sits up from where they had laid their head in Sam’s lap. They look to the waves, the sand, anywhere but the people around them.

It’s stupid of course, absolutely no reason for them to feel like this. Sure they popped up late but that doesn’t make them any less fami-pack. It doesn’t strip the fact they are apart of the pack. They don’t hear Sam at first, only notice when his hand cups their cheek. They see the question before his lips can even start forming syllables. “I’m fine. I’m gonna take a walk, need some air.”

They just hope only Sam can see, but they can tell it’s quieted, not completely. They try not to make it obvious.

Sam doesn’t hesitate to stand, slipping his fingers between theirs and leading them down the beach.

“I’m s-”

“Did I ever tell you I had to switch schools?” They shake their head at least glad they don’t have to explain yet. “I got into a fight sophomore year. Yes me, I got into a fight now set aside the shock for a moment. Someone was picking on someone and well, you know me. He got a concussion and a slap on the wrist for what he was doing. I got expelled. My parents supported me but I had to change schools. It was an hour away I think, but it was awful. Halfway through a school year everyone with friends. I found a group but, it was a group before me. There’s no way to get rid of that feeling, least far as I know. They’d talk about growing up together, or make plans on the weekend but it didn’t feel like I was apart of them, like I was just with them.”

“They don’t do it on purpose. They never did.” They immediately defend despite how obviously they just want to walk away again. ”Doesn’t matter the intent, point it they have memories together you don’t and it feels awful to remember that. It’s not selfish, it’s a shitty situation, don’t apologize. I can’t even begin to understand how that’s multiplied by the fact it’s your pack, by how big of a move it was for you. Washington ain’t far, but it’s far enough that you weren’t home anymore.”

“Thank you.” They glance back at the group, “I love them, and you. I’m just tired of being the other sometimes.”

“You aren’t an other to me, darlin’. You’re everything.” Despite the fond smile forcibly growing on their face tears still threaten to fall down their cheeks.

[wench-and-jezebel]

NCIS Reaction: Minimum Security

Wench (@scripted-downfall) reacts.  At a later time period, and without having seen Wench’s reaction, Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts.  Comparisons may be made as a result.

“If my old man finds out I’ve been biking with you, he’ll kill us both” “I’ll get you a ride.”  Sounds like they might not just have been biking, if’n ya know what I mean.

[“Don’t get your thong in a twist”]

“What if he doesn’t stop?”  “Oh, he’ll stop.”  Buddy, I’m not sure I’d be so certain about that

Ohhhhh, the poor bike :(((( 

I understand him being pissed about the bike, for real.

That doesn’t change the fact that the guy’s already dead, I bet y- [Aghhhhh’ ☠️☠️☠️  Well he ain’t gonna be wishing shit lol]  WHAT DID I SAY!!!  (Should I start keeping a prediction counter?  I think I should.  Prediction Success: 1)

[Aight imma say it. Gibbs is handsome.  There I said it.  Add it to my weird list]  I don't get this one, but that's not much of a surprise to me these days alksdjf  [Idk it’s his smile. Kinda Tom cruise-y but 🤷🏻‍♀️]

I love the sections of the intro belonging to Tony and Abby.  His lil wave?  Her lil jump?  So cute.

Blegh.  BLEGHHHH.  “RUN THE GUT FOR ME.”  BLEH.

Ducky’s assistant’s name is Gerald, btw.

If not gallbladder stones, then… Diamond smuggler?

“They’re stones, doc.”  Diamonds looking possible.

Oh, come on!!!  EMERALDS???? 

[Emeralds.  Well shit]

I’m so annoyed now.  I think diamonds should count.  The point was there; “gemstones” was the correct answer.  I just didn’t get the exact gem right.  Hmph.  Now I’m unhappy.  You know what?!  I got the gemstone part right, so.  (Prediction Success: 1.5)

I also got the smuggling part right, so… (Prediction Success: 2.5)

[God I’m glad Tony brought his hair back forward.  The slicked back wasn’t it.] Agree.

Tony being linguistically pedantic makes me happy; I relate

TONY BEING SO HAPPY ABOUT GOING TO CUBA MAKES ME SO HAPPY TOO!!!  HIS CACKLE?!!?!  MY BELOVED. [Tony is so happy]  (Same Brain Cell — SBC — Count: 1)

[Sir how many times you gonna swap which way you’re wrapping that cord]

Oof, NCIS agent is involved.

“The women I date think the smell of sawdust is sexy.  That’s probably why I don’t date many women.”  Gibbs.  Ma’am.  Excuse you.  Sawdust is amazing.  The smell is awesome.  I would not date Gibbs, but the sawdust is not the issue.

All of these characters spilling Gibbs’ coffee… damn, what a waste.

“The Navy’s giving us a priority ride today.”  TONY FINALLY GETS HIS PRIVATE JET RIDE!  He looks so disbelieving; he’s adorable.

Oh.  Okay, apparently it’s not a private jet ride, and is very uncomfortable, but still.

OH.  Apparently it is a private jet ride.  HAH!

Dude, this looks like the Criminal Minds jet.  [It looks like the criminal minds plane] (SBC Count: 2)

Gibbs bemoaning the comfortable seating because it’s not uncomfortable; madam, calm yourself.  A little comfort will not harm you.

Poor Tony, keeps getting his hopes up about the trip, only to have them dashed.  Then again, the last times this happened, things were then better than he expected, so maybe he’ll get his horseback riding et al. after all!

Okay, I suppose I should have said: Oof, NCIS agent might be involved.

NO BUT TONY PULLING UP THE AIRPLANE STATS ON THE TOUCHSCREEN IS SO RELATABLE; I DO THAT ALL THE TIME.  Whenever I fly (very rare occurrence), I always stare at the air temperature and watch it change alsdkjf. Gibbs actually looked vaguely annoyed-but-endeared, and I approve.

“Anthony DiNozzo”  Whoa, we’re being fancy

[HES CHEESING SO HARD. i can’t even]

[I love her hair cut]

I know she said “there’s a map in it”, but my subtitles got cut off and it reads “there’s a man in it”

Y’all are really not being subtle, ngl.

“So, is there something going down that I should know about?” SEE?!?!?!

Wow, they were even more unsubtle than I thought.

[I half-remember this one]

That scene change was… abrupt.

I like Tony’s shirt.

Are Kate and Tony gonna bicker over room placement

I KNEW IT.  (Prediction Success: 3.5)

Kate saying Tony’s sexist in past episodes and also being the character who pulls the “I’m a woman” excuse more often than anyone to get her way

[I love Abby]

Are they still bickering over room placement

Please tell me Gibbs takes the room they were fighting over

WHAT DID I SAY; HE REALLY WENT AND DID THAT! I’M ON A ROLL (Adding two becuase they were still bickering over room placement btw.  Prediction Success: 5.5) [He took the bed with the bath I love it]  (SBC Count: 3)

[Tony.  You child.  I love it]

IGUANAAAAAA.  [Oh man, iguana]  (SBC Count: 4)

Poor Tony aksdjflkasjdf. Pulling his gun on the iguana.  [HALT]

To be fair, if I woke up with a strange lizard on my pillow, two inches away from sleep-clogged eyes, I might flip out too.  Especially since it was hissing.

[The wink at the fact Tony sleeps in the nude, though.  Kate!  You dog!]

Kinda poor Benjamin, but also.  He seems annoying.

I love Abby’s choker.  And her gloves.  (My brother bought my sister fingerless gloves and didn’t get me any and now I’m left mourning what could have been.). Abby’s are still cooler than my sister’s though.

I know this dude… OH.  HE’S THE MUSEUM CURATOR IN THE MUMMY ISN’T HE

Tony being followed by the iguana saldkfj 

[That iguana staring him down. He like what he saw in bed lol]

“Might want to keep that door shut; iguanas’ve been known to wander inside”. Yes.  Tony knows.

[Tony’s whole damn looks change with his hairstyles]

I love the word “rapport”

“Did I say both of you?”  “Well, you didn’t not say both of us.”  “She’s kinda got a point there, boss.”  The Kate-and-Tony-versus-Gibbs interaction I always knew we needed.

btw, Tony calling Gibbs “boss” is adorable

Ooh, Gibbs, why you having Kate stay, huh?

Did.  Did they just randomly time-skip from him leaving to him coming back?  I’m confused.  [Did the video time skip… did it go from Tony leaving to Tony being back]  (SBC Count: 5)

[Lord Tony’s gonna be out there dancing ☠️]

“Shane.”  “Who’s Shane?”  “Alan Ladd.”  “Who’s Alan Ladd?”  BUDDY

“Why aren’t you praying?”  Don’t assume, Ka-  WHAT DID I SAY.  “I’m Presbyterian.”

IS HE ASKING ABOUT SHANE- I LOVE IT

“Oh, you young people don’t know what good movies are.”  Speaking as a person on the younger end of the gamut while still having been raised on classics, I can attest that modern audiences have suffered in movie quality.  In my opinion, at least.

“‘Splat’ isn’t violent?”  Love you, Tony.

“Are you here to check me out?”  Flirtatiously: “Define ‘checking out.’”  I SEE YOU, TONY

Buddy’s not even subtle rn, is he?  That was blatant flirtation.

[Tony. You blew that one]

I feel like pulling out Paula has some serious risks attached.  Yeah, she might be dirty, but she might not be, and her rapport is being screwed up as a result.

Tony playing the desperate flirt at the bar over here.

[She came back]

“If you don’t like me, then why do you keep coming over here for refills.”  “I like the game.”. “Me too.”  ngl, really hoping she’s not corrupt because the banter is decent.  And since McGee isn’t in this one, I’ve gotta take the repartee where I can get it.

 BUDDY GETS HIS DANCEEEE.  Tony, I’m so proud.

OOP-  That spin was slick; Tony, I commend you

— — — 

Stopping here because we’re at a scene change for the midpoint reaction!

I confess I’ve not much to say… It very much annoys me that this show has been very guilty-until-proven-innocent, without many instances where that changes; I mean, just from what springs to mind, there was the episode where the group was convinced the kid committed suicide; the naval folks were taking drugs; and now this, the ep where they’re all assuming that Cassidy is dirty from the fact that the vic had her (his coworker’s) male in her care.  They always assume, even when it’s illogical to do so, that the obvious is factual.  And I think that’s part of why I keep making predictions to the contrary, tbh.  I want them to be wrong because I want them to face their illogic each time, instead of getting lucky.  (But, I recognize, sometimes they’ll be right even if their logic isn’t sound, so I guess that’s fair.). Anyway, I want Cassidy to be innocent because of that, even if it doesn’t make sense given the story, but I’m not making that a prediction.

Mourning McGee’s absence; appreciating Kate and Tony, and Gibbs is not bad.  On we go!

— — —

I’m cringing just thinking about swallowing those emeralds; they look sharp.

Okay, I’m sorry, but I’m vaguely suspicious of museum-curator-translater dude.  Like, ever since I saw Shutter, where Ben’s lying to Jane about what the photo shaman dude was saying?  I never trust that translators are adequately conveying the message.  Call me cynical, but ‘tis true.

Tony dancing with Cassidy is so cute, I’m sorry.

Damn, Gibbs, be even more blunt about it why don’t you; that wasn’t harsh enough

Iffy acting, but I can’t tell if it’s actress or character

She really shouldn’t just hand over her apartment keys, I’m reasonably confident.

Tony looks vaguely conflicted about having to search Cassidy’s apartment

IGUANA.  [IGUANA]  (Damn, that one was blatant; SBC Count: 6)

“You were so excited coming to Cuba and riding on the jet” It’s true, Kate, he was adorably excited.

“You were the first woman I saw on my ‘endorphin high.’”  “Yeah, well.  We work together, Tony.  It’s like a brother-sister thing.”  Ma’am clearly has not seen any of the countless films, shows, fics, and irl interactions that feature in-office romances.  

WAIT NO I’M AN IDIOT; SHE HAD AN IN-OFFICE ROMANCE?!?!?!  IN THE PILOT?!!??! MA’AM, WDYM?!?!

“You might wanna take that chip of your shoulder”  Oh, of course, no problem; of course it’s okay that you searched my mail and my apartment and so on.  Not a difficulty at all.

“He blew his chance to get laid”  Oh, come on, Cassidy, it’s not Tony’s fault.  [He blew his chance to get laid. Poor Tony ☠️]  (SBC Count: 7)

Oh, are we back to terrorists again?  How.  Unique.  [TERRORISTTTTS]  (Okay, that counts.  SBC Count: 8)

Gibbs once again being vinegar-not-honey.

DAMN ABBY YOU’RE EXPENSING A LOT I SEE  [Abby ☠️☠️ racking up a bill] (SBC Count: 9)

Tony’s hair is floppy.

Did he notice that she had “Escada” perfume?  

I KNEW IT.  (Prediction Success: 6.5)

“Horizontal salsa” alksdjf ["Horizontal salsa"]  (SBC Count: 10)

I reallyyyyy want Cassidy to be good now that they’re giving Tony so much shit for caring about her.  [Tony’s done got smitten over one dance.  Buddy. 💕 *sigh*]

“Romance between agents, Kate.  It never works.”  Sir, shush.  Even if you’re speaking from experience, that proves nothing.  You’re not exactly easy to get along with. [And the romance between agents never working is coming off as an asshole rule/thought. BUT HE ISN'T WRONG AS FAR AS THE SHOW GOES]

I know my comment about the translations was about museum-curator-guy, but I maintain that it counts as half a prediction success since Sa’id was doing exactly that: not translating the whole conversation.   (Prediction Success: 7)

Abby and Ducky, again; I love you both.

[Ducky’s mother!]

DUCKYYYYY.  OMG, SIR!?!?!?  YOU’RE HILARIOUS, YOU SCANDALOUS DOG!  [You… dog? 👀]  (SBC Count: 11)

[Easter eggs ☠️☠️]

“My cursor has moved across places that would make Tony blush.”  Not Tony looking appraising!

IGUANA.

Protective!Tony is adorable.

Jeez, Gibbs, be harsher why don’t you; that wasn’t enough.

Cassidy, I stuck up for you, and now you be mean to Tony?  To make yourself look good?  Once again, these people need to stop tearing down their fellows as a means of increasing their own status.  I’m actually getting annoyed again by this.  [Tonyyyyyyy ☹️☹️☹️  “He bought my act.”  I hateeee the sad tony eps.  There’s a few.  Be prepared.]  (Does this count as SBC?)

Poor Tony.  [Poor Tony. “She’s good.” Tony’s face. Ya I agree 💔💔]  (That does.  SBC Count: 12)

“Eyes always give you away”  Poor Tony :(  [Sass tony! Get her GET HER (Eyes always give ya away)]  (SBC Count: 13)

[And she has the AUDACITY to look at him like a kicked puppy]  Like I said.  Don’t be mean to your allies to make yourself look good.

I. Do not trust this.  I’m waiting for her to pull an Elizabeth-from-24 and not go along with the plan.  Get pissed and try to kill him, or screw up the plan.

Tbh, I’m glad that didn’t happen.  I didn’t appreciate it in 24 (only partly because it was Misha who got attacked as a result), and I wouldn’t have appreciated it here.

“There.  Right there.”  I didn’t realize this was Legally Blonde: the Musical.

I’m impressed he didn’t notice the wire yet.

Did I mention, yet?  Poor Tony.

This situation was astoundingly mishandled, ngl.  [Damn plan backfired]  

[Well the back fire backfired also]  Literally lakdsfj

Poor Tony :(((  [Tonyyyyy]  (I’m counting that one too.  SBC Count: 14)

I appreciate Kate trying to help Tony.

Also, just saying, Tony is quite dashing in the suit.

TONY.  HE FINALLY GOT TO SHOW OFF THE TECHNOLOGY TO SOMEONE WHO APPRECIATED IT!!!  My goodness, he’s so adorable.

[Well his smile’s back at least.]

And that’s a wrap!

– – –

For the endpoint reaction… Be warned that I’m writing this with a killer headache (hah, pun unintended), so I’m not sure it’s 100% coherent, and it might be a bit short.

I’m glad that Cassidy wasn’t involved because, as I’ve said, they’ve got a bad habit of having snap judgements they make at the beginning be right all the way through to the end.  Unfortunately, this was about the most logical snap judgement of the series thus far, so I’m also vaguely annoyed it wasn’t right.  I’m deciding to wash my hands of it because it’s not like the characters will actually learn, but oh, well.

The writing was decent, I suppose?  Highly, highly lost as to how the hell emerald smuggling turned into terrorists again, but… I’ve given up on trying to track it.  I will say: there’s a slight possibility that reacting simultaneously to the ep is causing me not to notice stuff?  Or to track the plot?  But I doubt it.  I’m still good with Dark Angel, after all, and following it is easy.  But I guess I’ll just wait until we watch something else to decide; I legitimately cannot be sure whether the bad writing would be a little better if I were just watching it straight.  (Pretty sure not though.)

Gibbs was an asshole again, but not enough that I’m currently fuming about it, I suppose.  Kate was good; I liked her.  Abby and Ducky continue to be awesome.  McGee was notably missing, which is sad, but oh, well.

Summary of this ep: Tony deserved better.

Final thoughts as I type the end of this reaction: The chances I don't write something about this ep… Low.