#just because youve got ground to stand on

[wisdomshoes]

alright, I read it... I don't really understand your take on Elden Ring, if it's just dark souls 3 but worse than it's still a good game also, why does it being overrated make it worse? one of them being music is really funny to me just because I've never met anyone who doesn't like music. all around you have pretty good taste 👍

have a great day :]

i KNOW, I'm so perfect in every aspect yet no one ever compliments me. i mean they do but i shrug it off with a joke or a bit and entirely forget about it. (anyways here comes a thorough explanation on why i fucking hate elden ring) (oh god i am so sorry if you're gonna read all of this) (to prefix this i wanna say you're wonderful and i hold no ill will towards you and i don't want you to feel bad about liking elden ring or fromsoft. i love you. personally. this is not parasocial)

also elden ring is shit. it being overrated is a problem because fromsoft might just get the idea to make more games unbalanced but also make them completely without challenge by adding super op items. then again fromsoft rarely ever listens to fans. they just do what the hell they wanna even if it's shit. part of the reason why i love and hate them. end game pve unbalanced as shit. having spent 60 points on vigor should stop me from dying in two hits. enemies have so much HP it's just not rewarding in any way to fight the lot of them. unless ofc you force yourself to use stupidly op starts and items. so you lose either way unless you ride past them. dungeons are unmemorable except a few actually interesting ones. the world is rather empty and besides blowing a massive hole in the ground and burning down a tree is not really affected by anything you do. all the open world is is spectacle. just a lot of sepctacle with very little gameplay. they made multiplayer unfun. not only invading. duels (rip) and arena are just a shitfest of people only using the most overpowered bullshit and when they're not, they're using fucking magic. which if you play your cards right makes you pretty much immortal. i only found one way to counter semi decent mages. it's being a mage. only time I had fun was this one time in like level 100 arena where this guy changed his entire set to mine including weapons and kicked my ass. besides that only fun in pvp is low level. mages aren't bullshit yet, people don't use the fucking rot (mostly), people are just having fun. actually not pvp, just arena, cause when you invade low level it's always going to be a gank of one regular character and two ng+7 assholes baiting invaders. but that's just part of fromsoft pvp i suppose. the 60 euro experience ladies and gentlemen. instead of balancing it, make it so unfun for one side people will just stop playing it! what else.. they added horses but no horse combat. way to go from. status effects are just taken too far. curse is still useless though except for cheaters. status effects apply through rolls and you can easily make an instaproc build. im not sure if that happened in their previous games. all of the enemies you fight are going to or have been reused. can't have sex with the fingers. 0/10 would probably play it for another 300 hours. I'm not proofreading any of that.

but the mods are great. im not buying the dlc though. it's just going to be more of the same. i mean maybe they could improve it to dark souls 3 standards but if i wanted that I'd just replay dark souls 3. im far too busy replaying Sekiro for the 50th time though aka THEIR BEST GAME BY FAR.

also ive met several people who "don't like" or "don't listen to" music. fucking lunatics, i didn't keep contact with them. also i don't just like music, I'd be dead without music. im beyond obsessed. that's why i felt the need to add it y'know. anyways love you.

[immanentise]

After a long lotta soul searching and psychoanalysing, I've concluded that I currently feel best about being he/him agender afab (& am likeee 65-35 fem-masc for presentation atm) which feels like a parody of tumblr users going too far with labels. And yet.

Like I can show you my working out here, and yeah, I think therapy might be helpful for me to get a more stable sense of self, but it's what I feel works best for me at the moment.

Now how do I integrate this self-discovery into the way I speak French....

[spyder-junkie]

EARTH-42 MILES MORALES X READER PART 2

part three ??

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Honestly the death of his father traumatized Miles.

It taught him to hold on to the things he loves, things that make him happy, because nothing is forever.

And honestly he was looking for something to fill his father’s void, something to satisfy the itch being prowler couldn’t scratch.

So not even two days later, Miles shows up at you window.

He wanted to scope you out, see if you were something he’s like to spend his time on.

With any person hes ever thought of pursuing, the thought of having to tell them hes Prowler loomed over his shoulder.

But you already knew.

Hes dressed normally this time, and hes come at a reasonable hour.

You smile when you see him, opening the window immediately for him to crawl in.

“I aint’ catch you name.” is the first thing he says, dusting off his jeans.

“Y/n.” You reply, sitting down at your desk.

“What can I help you with, Miles?”

He pauses for a moment, almost forgetting what excuse he came up with.

“Check my wounds for me? You wrapped ‘em so well ian wanna unwrap em.” He says, face calm.

You look at him for a moment before shrugging.

“bien, siéntate.” You mumble, going to grab your first aid kit.

“You speak spanish?” Miles asks, sitting down on your bed and pulling his shirt from his body.

The big gash on his side is covered in bandages, blood stained.

“A little, I take a class at school.” You smile, bending down infront of him. He spreads his knees, letting you settle onto the ground infront of him.

He shuts his eyes tight as you unwrap the bandage.

“Thats a pretty chain.” You mumbled, using a cottonball to dab at the wound.

Miles’ hands come to to touch the chain hes wearing. It was one of the many things he half-hazardly bought with his work money.

“Where’d you get it? Ive been looking for something similar.” You ask.

“I honestly can’t remember.” He mumbles, from his tone you could only assume he was telling the truth.

“Thats okay, anyway Youre all good.” You say just finishing his bandages, standing up and putting your things away.

“Oh.” Miles mumbles, not realizing how little time that would take you.

“Anything else I can help you with, Prowler?” He shivers at the way the name rolls off your tongue.

“Guess not.” He says, standing up and walking towards the window. His hands are in his pockets.

He leaves, climbing back out your window and disappearing past the block.

After two days a package shows up at your door.

When you open it, you realize its a chain, identical to Miles’ and brand new.

You giggle a little while clasping it around your neck.

You dont see Miles again for two weeks.

“You know we can just schedule meet ups instead of you showing up to my window at night.” You say, watching as Miles in his normal clothes climbs out if the darkness and into your room.

He ignores your statement, taking his shoes and jacket off and sitting at your desk. He leans back, legs spread wide and eyes closed.

You shake you head, sitting down on your bed and facing him.

“Whats troubling you?” You ask.

“Nothing important.” He says quickly. He opens his eyes and looks at you.

“Youre wearing the chain.” He mumbles.

“Yeah.” You reach up and touch it. “It’s really nice, I thought you didn’t know where you got it from.”

Miles shrugs

“How much was it? I can pay you back-“

“Eres Bonita, you shouldnt have to pay for your own shit.” He cuts you off.

You pause.

“Thank you.” You smile, looking at his hard expression, he nods.

Its silent for a while, Miles just recollecting with his eyes closed.

“Youve been with the cops yet?” He asks calmly. The question startles you.

“…excuse me?”

“You got my name, you know my face, you could rat me out n’ get that reward money.” He says, opening his eyes to look at you.

“is that…what you want me to do..?” You ask, looking at him in confusion.

“Im asking why you haven’t already.” He stated.

“Oh. because I dont want to.”

Miles furrowed his eyebrows.

“I like you, Miles. Plus you helped me out when I needed you. What you do as the prowler doesn’t really concern me.” You say.

Miles stares at you a bit longer, gears turning in his head.

“You can believe me, Im not lying. Now its late, and I am kind of tired. Stay if you want, but my dad usually pops in at 7 to say hes leaving for work.” You say, moving the covers so you could properly get into bed.

You look over at Miles, whos still sitting quietly at you desk.

You lock eyes with him, holding out your hand.

He stares for a while longer, before slowly getting up and sitting on your bed.

He doesn’t get under the coveres, opting to sit with his back against the headboard. He lets you curl up besides him, laying your head in his lap.

His hand ghosts over your shoulder, rubbing soft circles with his thumb as your eyes close.

“Goodnight Miles.”

“…..goodnight y/n.”

When your father wakes you up the next morning as hes leaving, the bed is empty and Miles is gone.

You rub your eyes a little bit, looking to see if he left anything behind.

On your bedside table there was another note.

“ maybe we should schedule meet ups. xxx-xxx-xxxx -miles”

You smile to yourself, immediately putting his number in your phone.

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[ugly-pickle]

wait!- ☆ scara

CHARACTERS: idol!scara x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: scara had always promised you that he will always love you and will always have time for you, but he never confirmed that hes a man of his word…

GENRE: angst 🦢 (comfort from another at the end)

W/C: 1.3k

C/W: cheating, moaning, hinting of intoxication, kissing, toxicity, and cussing (if theres anything that i missed let me know!)

A/N: a lot of people liked my previous post so it motivated me to make another! im still new at this so please keep that in mind if a few bits are off (IT’S REALLY REALLY REALLY CRINGY). most grammatical errors are also intentional!

your boyfriend, scara, has a performance today and youre really excited. you received flowers, theyre beautiful. maybe this is an apology for the lack of affection and being more grumpy towards you lately, i mean to be an idol certainly is tiring, isnt it? so it makes perfect sense why he’s acting like this… right?

as always, he gave you tickets to his concert. you couldnt get the chance to say goodbye to him because he left so early in the morning, so youll make it up to him when you meet him backstage.

you got dressed and headed out the door, youre excited to see your beloved scara preform, because he looked happy while doing his job, you were excited to see his smile because… well, he doesnt smile at you anymore… but you quickly brush it off, i mean, being an idol is very stressful.

youve arrived, you tried to enter backstage but some bodyguard stopped you, “hey! what do you think youre doing missy?” you sigh, he must be new, “scara is my lover, i just want to see him,” you try to explain but the bodyguard cuts you off and says “thats what they all say,” he rolls his eyes. “no! really, i am!” you show the bodyguard a picture of you and scara together kissing, “oh” the bodyguard grunts, “so youll let me in?” you look up at him, he looks a bit uncomfortable, “well uhm… ive been given specific orders to not let you in… im sorry,”

“w-what?...”

you heard him loud and clear, the world around you begins to spin, but you quickly ground yourself by comforting yourself with false hopes. maybe hes just planning a surprise for you back there, i mean, it might explain why you got flowers, yea! that must be the reason… you hope.

you found your spot, perfect timing too! the concert begins, you see scara. you melt when you see a smile on his lips, he looks so happy. the crowd screams, theyre chanting 5wirl (the name of their group). venti, xiao, kazuha, heizou, and scara is greeting the audience with warms smiles and kind words.

after a while, the performance ends, it was quite long actually, but it felt so short, time does fly when youre having fun. you head to the backstage doors, hoping that the bodyguard lets you in this time. as you make your way to the backstage doors you see scara’s back in your peripheral vision. hes in a secluded place, he looks like hes trying to be hidden from the crowd, makes sense. you decide to scare him, as you get closer you can see a beautiful lady’s lips pressed against scara’s. you hear the sounds of kissing and soft moaning coming from them.

your heart shatters into a million pieces, it broke so bad that you swore you heard it make a shattering sound. tears fall down your face, youre so stunned that you cant even form words, instead, a pathetic whimpering sound escapes your lips. scara turns around to see where the strange sound is coming from.

his eyes widen a bit, but he immediately regains his composure. “stop crying like a baby and get over it, youre just a nuisance in my life,” now scara was just stomping all over your already broken heart. these simple actions somehow drained all of your energy, just standing was exhausting, not wanting to waste time or energy you give him an “ok,” and you turn around and leave.

you arrive at your shared apartment and decide to eat and rest for a little, so when he comes back you can properly confront him. but, he comes back the next day, hes wasted and the smell of sex is clinging onto him. he walks past you and immediately collapses on the couch and knocks out cold.

when he finally wakes up, youre making dinner. he remembers the encounter from last night. his eyes wander, wanting to look at anything but you. something in the trashcan catches his eye, the flowers. theyre pretty but it didnt come from him.

youve finished cooking, you see scara sitting at the table. you sit down, and placed your meal in front of you and you start to eat. “…what about mine?” scara asks you with a quiet voice. “oh wow, youre initiating a conversation with the nuisance. well, if you must know, that having to take care of you is quite tiring and ive realized that youre quite troublesome and it would be better if you werent in my life. so, kunikuzushi, im breaking up with you.”

hes taken aback when you use his birth name, “h-hey y/n, i didnt mean what i said yesterday… i regret it, it was just the heat of the moment,” he says, his voice trembling a bit. you sigh, “that still doesnt change the fact that you cheated on me, pack your bags and leave, this is my apartment after all,”

his trembling demeanour quickly turned aggressive, “DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH LOVE AND TIME IVE SPENT ON YOU?” you scoff, “WHAT LOVE? WHAT TIME? SURE, YOUVE PROMISED ME THESE THINGS BUT HAVE YOU EVER FULFILLED IT? EVER SINCE YOU BECAME AN IDOL, EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU CHANGED,”

the two of you are now yelling. “WELL, BEING AN IDOL IS TIRING, AND BEING BOUND TO ONLY YOU IS TIRING. ANEMO RESEMBLES FREEDOM, I CANT JUST BE BOUND TO YOU. A-AND SHE LOVES ME FOR WHO I AM” youre hurt, you stop yelling, “she loves you for who you are today, but will she when you have nothing?” “NO ONE LOVED ME WHEN I HAD NOTHING, WHEN I WAS NOTHING-“ “I FUCKING DID”

your voice begins to break, “i loved you when you had nothing, i was the one who helped you get back on your feet,” you sigh, hot tears now spilling down your face, “im gonna take a walk, and when i come back your things better be packed.” you leave the apartment, “you didnt even get to enjoy your meal,” he mumbles to himself. he begins to pack his things.

youre walking towards the park, youre tears making your cheeks glisten in the sunlight. you spot kazuha admiring the scenery, hes sitting down on a bench with a pen and notebook in hand, you assume he was making song lyrics or a haiku. you walk up to kazuha and wipe away your tears, “u-uhm hey kazu,” you sit down beside him. “oh hey y/n! nice seeing you here!” his voice is warm and comforting.

“im surprised that you arent swarmed by paparazzi yet,” you giggle, “me too, the quiet is very relaxing. my day has become better now that youre here. wheres scara?” you can feel your eyes watering up “we broke up… he cheated on me,” kazuha hugs you, patting your back, tears are now falling down your face. “you dont deserve that, you really dont, youre one of the most amazing people that i know.”

tip tap tip tap tip tap

you hear the sound of footsteps running, it’s probably someone jogging. kazuha tucks your hair behind your ear while looking you in the eyes.

“WAIT!-“

kazuha presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. you turn your head to see who had just called out, it was scara, he was standing there in shock, tears slipping down his face. “YOU BITCH KAZUHA,” scara yells at him. the bouquet of flowers you threw out earlier was now in his hands. “YOU LIKE Y/N, DONT YOU? YOU HAVE HER THESE FLOWERS, RIGHT?” scara scoffs, “and what if i do? theres no harm in having a crush, unlike cheating on your lover. and, i did give those flowers to her, so what?”

scara turns to you “b-baby you still love me right? a-and not this bastard, right?” his voice seems desperate, “kunikuzushi i-”

A/N: UHMM I LITERALLY HAD NO IDEA HOW TO END THIS- I AT LEAST TRIED LOL ┐༼ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°༽┌

(ngl i wanna make a part 2 because the ending was so messy ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º· )

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[seattlesellie]

im having…. thoughts… about guitarist!ellie and lead singer!reader in a fleetwood mac type band.

so imagine you and ellie are fucking famous. like super fucking famous rockstars. she’s the rough, eclectic, groupie magnet guitarist, and you are the desirable, beautiful lead singer and lyricist of the band. the world is practically yours. touring all over, days filled with music, recording studios, top notch producers, assistants, all the clothes you could ever wish for. and the nights - always fucking blurry, chaotically beautiful messes. drugs youve never even heard of, alcohol, chasing the darkness and partying till you and the band are black out drunk in a fucking billionaires’s apartment in downtown nyc.

you have everything you want in the palms of your delicate, yet masterful hands. the thing is…

the fucking lead guitarist. shes a fucking menace. all you do is argue, throw shit at each other when she doesn’t understand what chord you wanted her to play, or when she thinks one of your new songs are stupid, “user your brain” she throws. it always gets heated when you two are around each other. its like when you two start arguing all the other band members completely shut off. they used to get involved, pin you back when you grabbed one of the drummer’s sticks ready to shove it inside of ellie’s eyeball, or when she got so pissed at you for telling her she “needs to practice one more time” she almost broke her guitar in half on your very own head. but now - they just leave the studio, or the apartment, or the middle of your giant loft, and let you two go at it, scream until your voice cracks, leaving you two red faced and panting until one of them decides to throw a bottle of whiskey directly into ellie’s hands so she could take a shot and chill the fuck out before she destroys everything near her.

you dont know what it is. you have no idea why you keep clashing with her like two fucking war enemies, two hungry lions in a cage.

but when you get on that stage - to everyone’s disbelief, thats where the magic happens. your chemistry is off the charts. the sound of your voice, the movement of your body in contrast to her rough stance and loud guitar create something that is so beautiful it almost hurts. chaos turns into an absolute electric masterpiece. when you’re standing there, almost going deaf over the screaming sounds of your adoring crowd, you and ellie collide. all the fights turn into harmony. a rough, harsh, rock&roll harmony. you two are mixed into one, leaving everybody yearning for more.

i keep imagining this scene where you two had a huge fight before a show. one that left you trembling and crying and seeking for help. ellie’s been bringing a new imbecile, empty eyed groupie to rehearsals every day. its like she does it on purpose. she takes ownership of your songs and dedicates them to those girls. “this ones for you, beautiful” she says in her husky voice, the one she uses with them, since it always fucking works, before glaring at you, knowing you were already twitching your hand, enraged.

you go up on stage after a screaming fest with ellie (dare i say your band is playing the chain by fleetwood mac… if u know u know) and you sing your fucking heart out, sweating, dancing around like no ones watching, bewitching the crowd. and then the sound of her guitar gets louder. its louder than your voice, making you sound like youre miles away. and youre on the stage ground - because you were giving the crowd what they were asking for. hair sticking to your forehead, throat burning like fire. and ellie comes over, walks toward you slowly, with a look on her face you could only describe as raging and… hungry. her hands playing the guitar so harshly you swear you can see small dots of blood forming on her calloused, guitarist fingertips. the sounds of the electric guitar are deafening but oh so beautiful, electric. youre on the ground, in your flowy white skirt, and as soon as almost you manage to get up, she steps on the fabric, and youre on your knees. you cant move, and her gaze is so sharp you think she see’s through you. the crowd is going fucking wild, screaming and begging for more - and you cant move.

i couldnt stop thinking about this omfg guys. i wanna do a full on fic.

[thatdeadaquarius]

Admiiinnn do you write for platonic sagau?

Me wanna request my son (Razor) ue.

Because most of the fics I've read is just the creator falling on Mondstadt but never other places! I want them to fall on Wolvendom and maybe meet the wolf boy 🐨

I imagine he doesn't know/able to describe what he's feeling (not understanding human emotions and stuff because he grows up with wolves and all). But he really likes this feeling of peace and feeling like he belongs! So he'll stay with this random person that just dropped out of nowhere, and teach them how to survive in the wild too!

Unlike the overly-obsessed-head-over-heels acolytes, I think Razor will be like a worrywart bestfriend. You're his lupical now! It's his duty to protect other lupicals!

Days with him will literally be so fluffy ueueueu imagine we teach him how to cook things besides meat and puppy-paw hash browns (and teach him how to season them too! Good food always relies on taste after all). He'll just be like a little sibling that saw a very cool trick for the first time.

Aaaaa I wanna braid his long hair with flowers ue...

a request. A REQUEST. FIRST GENUINE REQUEST!! WOO!!!

AND A PLATONIC ONE?? 🥺 FOR THE BOY??🥺🥺THE MOST BOY IN ALL OF GENSHIN IMPACT???!!💖💖💖 YOU 🤝 ME = OUR LOVE FOR LIL ELECTRO FERAL PUPPY BOY

U get a whole slice of cake for that one. 🤲🍰💜

DUDE i totally thought abt (idk if u read it but its floatin around here smwhere,,) including Razor in the first Sagau idea post i made about Blunt Language reader vs. Teyvat's flowery language

TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!! I WILL DO MY BEST FOR THE BOY 💜✨️🐺

This gif encompasses everything i feel abt razor

Almost a part 2? But more like Bennett ft. Razor

Welp, you could've landed somewhere worse.

Like, accidentally-activated-Andrius-challenge worse.

You vowed to urself that if u ever got isekaied, or magicked away, or whatever else, u would not be those stupid protagonists who acted like they didnt know where they were

Or didnt adjust quickly to their new surroundings, esp if theyre life depended on it

U got this, u know exactly where u are rn. >:)

...

..Well, maybe not the exact location, but Wolvendom was pretty hard to mistake for anything else

The moon is full, and it looks to be about midnight or so,

A wolf howls.

...a little too close for comfort...

But hey, the lamp grass irl was so cute and pretty omg! <3

And it lit the ground nicely when u were nearby :) what a helpful aesthetic plant, so cool

Seeing a hilichurl camp further away, u slowly backed off into the woods away from the path u landed on (woke up on? Its unclear)

And up onto a small flat cliff thingy, filled with small lamp grass

U figured u werent getting anywhere tonight, i mean u rlly can't see jackshit rn, unlike in Genshin where the moon was almost as bright as the sun 💀

So ur just sittin on ur ass, wondering how tf ur gonna build a wolf-proof shelter when a bush shuffles nearby

...On ur little platform, how did u not hear whatever it was before now??

Too late now, bc u saw smth silver, and welp

U knew there were wolves, (its wolvendom)

But since u never saw any in game u kinda assumed they were like Earth wolves and were unlikely to get near a human like u-

Turns out u were probably wrong- the silver flashes in the bush- u get up and brace urself to run screaming and begging on ur knees for Andrius to take u in like-

.

..

...?

...Razor?? 😐😑😐

...

RAZOR!! :D!!!

It's the Best Boy™️!!!!!

The bestest boy ever sticks his head out of the bush

!!!??? His head tilts like a puppy in confusion ur heart💘

"...Lupical??" He says in the most confused ass tone youve ever heard

🥺

"Oh! Yes! Hello," you introduce yourself, "Can you help me? I got kinda lost here, but I don't really have a home to go back to,,"

Razor stands out of the bush, shaking his head back and forth like a dog, his hair nearly whips u in the face lmao

You: "AHH- uh- so, do u know somewhere I can go??"

Razor: "Mhm. Here. Razor like you, feel like Lupical. Stay?"

He asks, his eyes bright and shiny (not the puppy dog eyes)

Well, u figure if he can literally be raised by wolves and still be alive, so can u

(U figure itd be hard to convince Diluc to let u stay w/ him, and u dont have money for an inn in Mondstadt.. u dont even kno abt Springvale... wolf woods it is)

Plus, maybe u can help him out a bit! (it always did irritate u in game that nobody rlly checked on him/helped him live better >:/ )

"Oh! Y-yeah! That sounds great, are u sure ur family's- uh- other Lupical, r ok w/ that?" U hella dont wanna have to wrestle other wolves just for some raw food bc yall gotta share 💀

"Yes, come, I teach!" :D

___

AND SO BEGINS UR ADVENTURES WITH RAZOR

Bbyboy got ur heart in a vice gripe lol

Turns out he lives in a cave, that wasn't rlly available in game

His bed is just kinda,, moss and leaves, maybe one fur pelt

So obv u start gettin chests and get money to buy him better stuff!

Plus monsters drop money too (the slimes just bring u money?? W/o u having to defeat them?? Whos paying all these monsters anyway, where do they get this money-)

.

Also bc i HATE that u r just a regular ass human in other SAGAUs, imma keep it canon and say u can still upgrade Vision Users/Allogenes + all the regular game mechanics besides time manipulation, including quest log and inventory (bc that still exists here fuck regular sagau BS)

(bc how would u prove ur the Creator otherwise? How would u live up to that if u didnt have powers?? Isnt that the whole point of why they think ur the Creator???!! Did I miss smth here-??)

.

So ofc u give the boy the comfiest bed of pillows and furs and handmade quilts (Springvale's very talented and friendly turns out :)

And new clothes!! :D new outfits pop up on his character screen!! (It just kinda,, hovers like a hologram screen in front of him when u click a button u see hovering over his chest at all times)

.

U also teach him how to comb his hair.

(J. F. C. I dont even wanna think. abt how bad it is, a kid raised by wolves, in the woods w/ little human contact?? ill leave that to ur imagination)

He really loves the lamp grass flowercrowns u make him :) <3

.

Also yes.

We have to talk about it.

U got him soap.

And perfume. (That are still scented but not enough that he hates it thank fuck-)

.

Razor seems like he'd react to everything with either worry for ur safety (BEST BOY EVER) bc sm stuff u do is unfamiliar to him,

OR just like u said anon, like a little sibling u showed a magic trick to for the first time <3333

.

Like?? U can?? Use salt?? Pepper??? On food??? That u have cooked???!!!

Omg, his grubby little hands snatch that shit outta ur pan so quick 😭😭

He's literally scarfs down anything u make him

Oh god the wolves.

If u thought Razor loved ur food, the Lupical pack is on a whole different level.

They're such sweet doggos bc ur technically Lupical now too (Razor gave u a tooth necklace like his :] )

!!! PUPPY PILES !!! 🤲🐺💖💜✨️✨️✨️

And theyre never violent, even their play fighting is pretty tame

But the food.

Ur seasoned. New recipe. Food.

The first time u made a new dish with salt alone

It was a fucking free for all. (including Razor😭)

.

So now u have a schedule of who gets what when (as insisted and aided by Andrius himself, it got so out of hand,, paw??)

Congratz u got a pack of little siblings now, w/even the "will be bribed w/any food u give them" feature too

.

Razor loves u sm, he feels so safe around u!!

He usually cant articulate it, but u can tell by how he clings to ur arm whenever yall go into human towns so he wont lose u,

Or how he'll offer u some of his portion of food always (even if u made it)

.

and he's happy to do all these new things w/ u !!

(i sure as fuck know id get bored af if i was just,, in the woods,, all day everyday,,, not even a book to read,,,)

So needless to say he joins u for nearly everything u do

Esp monster hunting/grinding for his artifacts + weapon + stuff

Razor sees it as his job to look out for Lupical, esp if his favorite (besides Andrius) has to leave pack territory

.

Also yes, u DID meet The Andrius.

He was. So much. Bigger. Than you. Expected.

The game doesn't do him justice.

He's literally the size of a fucking school bus.

Also, apparently Razor didnt rlly know what u were, mostly bc he just feels ur comfort and safety, no words needed

But Andrius does, and he immediately explains how Teyvat sees u and even does a wolfy bow with his head lowered onto his front paws (ahdkala Andrius pls ur a gOD GET UP)

He's also surprisingly helpful and nice to u, very polite big doggo, a good leader (alpha??)

.

Lisa is hella grateful for u and all the help/care u give the bestest boy ever

(even tho u did give her the stink eye at first bc,, why didnt she teach him how to take care of himself? And even if he didnt want to join human society at least make sure he's in liveable conditions?? Hes not even an adult???)

But at least she also agrees he's the bestest boy ever, she always brags about how quickly he learns language (both writing reading and speaking) to anyone she knows

Which did endear u to her a little more (plus she apologized for not looking out for him more, or at least asking someone else to/check up on him)

.

U kinda think she (and the rest of Mondstadt) dont really realize ur some kind of Creator god,

Mostly bc u dont really stay in Mondstadt long, just to get essentials and see what it looked like in person (smtimes to visit Bennett and Fischl :D )

(U mostly only know that bc Andrius claims its so, hes very insistent too)

But ur spending most ur days with Razor anyway so it doesnt matter to you two whether ppl know what u can do

.

Razor was practicing his writing one time (bc u also help him out at home/Wolvendom when Lisa isnt)

And he carved "Razor loves Lupical and [You]" into a tree near yalls cave

:')

🎵 JESSSSUSSS CHRISSSSTTT THIS IS TOO LONGGG

BUT I DONT FEEL LIKE EDITINNGGGGG🎵

I didnt know where to end it i got sucked in dont LOOK at me-)

Uh anyway i hope this was adequate!! Sorry this was ungodly long!! I will limit myself in the future 🥲

Tysm again for the request and if u read this far LMAO!!

<3

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius ♒️ 💧🌌🌘

[hermesserpent-stuff]

spoilers for Transmutation of the Soul

reader beware theres spoilers in there!

Ryker feels a note of hopelessness as he stares at the empty spot that the Bloodwrath brothers normally rented. He tries to breathe. And he succeeds. Kind of. He manages to ruthlessly shove down all the pain in his heart for the moment. He walks away, hands tightening into fists. It would be easier to feel anger. It would be easier if he could blame someone other than himself. But ultimately it is his fault. He had pressed for adoption and it is his pressing that got Viggo to agree and then they had…

He tries to distract himself by heading to the food vendors. His feet take him to the honey oatcake stall where the lady looks up at him and tilts her head slightly.

“Are they with you? I heard they were on your island from your hunters a little while ago.”

The seller asks and there is no need to clarify the who of her question. 

“We… we had hoped to find them here.”

He admits low and careful not to crack. Not to yell. Yelling would not help here. 

“They haven't been here in two months.”

She says softly and he finds himself leaning against the counter of the stall. The seller rounds the counter, gently touches his arm, and delicately pulls him into the closed off part of her stall that is hidden from the rest of the Market. Ryker finds his hands shaking as he is guided to a stool. His mind is swirling and rage at himself battles with a wave of despair. They had searched all over the seas for the two brothers. They had found Dagur’s Grimborn leather band in one of their nets. He has to hope they are not dead. That they had not driven them so far away that no one could help them. If they stopped coming to the market, there is no guarantee that they will be able to get the supplies they need. Like medication for Hiccup, or food supplies. 

A hot mug is pressed into his hands cutting into his thoughts. The seller raises an eyebrow as he blankly stares.

“Hot honey water. Drink it. And… From what I know of men, it is easier to cry in private away from prying eyes than it is to mourn in public. I will be back in a little bit when youve had time.”

And then she is gone through the flap.

Just like that, tears sting his eyes. He had not shed a single tear since the hunt for the two boys had started. He had yelled. He had screamed. He had fought with his brother over and over and bruised his hands punching dummies and railings of ships. The warm cup is nice against his aching hands. He bends his head and lets a few tears out. He sips the drink slowly and rebuilds his walls as best he can, blinking away further tears. The heat of the drinks settles him and grounds him to the here and now. 

The lady comes back in a little bit and settles on another stool and picks up a box.

“Are you steady?”

She asks kindly. He nods slowly. 

“Good. Now I know you because you’re Ryker Grimborn, but I don't assume you know me. I am Clelia Claudius Malleola. And I like those boys. And I assume that you like them too. And I love information.”

She taps the top of the box. Ryker swallows. He is not as good at talking as Viggo. Viggo who had been driving himself nuts since the boys had fled.

“I see.”

He does not.

“First though… I want to know what happened. I know from the hunters who passed that they were stranded at sea sick and were brought back to your island. And were there for a while.”

Ryker swallows again.

“We offered to adopt them. And they ran off.”

“Ah… Well. That's less than ideal. That could make them avoid the Markets. But… my other theories could still stand.”

Ryker scrunches his nose.

“Thanks for reminding me.”

She shakes her head. 

“Those boys are damaged and hurting. You offering to adopt them is sweet. But they are likely to never respond normally to that sort of thing. Especially with a father like that Oswald fellow, or with tribes like the Hooligans and Berserkers. Where Hiccup should have died and Dagur was always under threat.”

Ryker tenses, familiar licking his bones. He can work with anger. It is despair and sadness he cannot handle.

“Tell me.”

He leans forwards. Clelia tucks a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear and then opens the box. It is full of papers, books, and a few knick-knacks. 

“When the boys first failed to show up, I started digging about the two tribes that were mentioned. I thought they might have been dragged back down to the Barbaric Archipelago. I cornered Johan, the chatty rat, and got Rune to help me do a shake-down. Rune’s none to pleased that Johan’s loose lips got Oswald to come up here after them.”

She huffs and clicks her tongue. Then keeps going.

“So I got everyone in the market whose a regular to pitch in info on top of what Johan was scared into giving. Tove was particularly heartbroken when the boys did not show up, so he added the most. We then stopped when we heard they were with you, but now we’ll get to digging again if there is any chance that their status as ex-heirs might have gotten them taken to the south. Here.” She hands over the box. “For you and your brother. You have more ships and manpower than we do. And we all know you love those boys as much as we adore them. Find them. Bring them home.”

She demands and he finds himself nodding as he takes the box and holds it close. 

“We will. If we have to burn down Yggdrasil to do it.”

[eyesxxyou]

ive decided to make it into 2 parts 😏 dropping da first part for ya :3 (Titled it From Underneath)

-🤭🤭

You didn’t have anything to do today, it was later in the day, around three pm. You had been out of the house for a few days, staying at friends, some work related things. Point is, you got home today for the first time in days. Coming home at around 11 am, yet growing bored around three pm. Hobie hadn’t had his playtime for days, but felt like years to him. You’d be lying if you denied the claim of missing him. What he could do in result to missing you so much. You knew he was around, in the shadows of course. Being well aware that he couldn’t take form during the day, but you were craving him after being gone so long. What if.. He could only come out if it was dark? Did it have to specifically be night time? You could always make your room dark.

You decided to give it a shot, using your blinds to block the sunlight seeping into the bedroom. It wasn’t super dark, but pretty dark. You huffed in frustration at this, dissatisfied with your attempt knowing it wouldn’t be good enough for him. Too lazy to put a blanket over the window.

“ I hope you know, ive missed you Hobie. I’m sure youve missed me too. “ You looked absolutely crazy, talking out into your bedroom who only had one person in it. “ I’m gonna try something. You gotta give me a sign you’re hearing me. “ You stood right next to your bed, ankle close to under the bed. You felt a light breeze. “ Atta boy. “ You murmured, before slowly going to sit down on the ground. You went sideways to see if he was visible from under the bed, but nothing. “ Haven’t felt your touch in days. M sure you’re goin crazy. “ You’d whisper into the darkness from under the bed. Silence.

You’d hum, and begin to strip, specifically just your pants and panties/boxers. Your whole world exposed to the empty bedroom. You seemed hesitant, but laid down on your stomach, feet barely under the bed. “ Show me you’re still here. “ Another breeze, then a weak grasp. “ Good, good. “ You mumbled to yourself before sliding your lower half under the bed. “ Think you can fuck me? “ You question, raising your ass up until it made contact with the bottom of the bed.

Quickly you felt something squeeze your thighs. But nothing else happened. “ Is it too bright out? Let me feel another breeze if yes. “

A breeze on your asscheek. “ Okay baby, hold on. “ You’d scramble out from under the bed and stand up. Shutting your bedroom door, and started to block up the only window with pillows and blankets. Then back under the bed. “ Okay- okay. Good now? “ You were given your answer quickly, as something forced your legs apart. something plunging inside you. Earning you to gasp out loudly, nearly wanting to scream. Whatever Hobie plunged into you, it was moving in a rapid pace, slightly disconnecting a piece to aggressively torture any other part of you to increase your pleasure, rubbing at an inhumane pace. You’d grab on to nothing, fingers digging in the carpet floor.

Was too bad Hobie couldn’t talk, maybe because of the little light begging to shine through the blankets and pillows covering your window. Or he just wanted to be silent. Either way, his actions were doing the talking. It proved just how much he missed you, stuffing up your hole til it made you nearly scream. The tentacle continuously prodding in and out of you. You were already a mess, burying your face into the carpet, taking him as best as you could. He was always a perfect fit though, as he could shape and form to the perfect size to fill you without the fear of tears or damage.

You moaned loudly, a drool puddle already forming on the carpet. The little tentacle swarming your sensitive organ. You knew damn well he could do this until the night grew, which wouldn’t be for another six hours. Even then, when night grew he’d be able to come out and take you entirely. He knew just how to break you, fix you, just to tear you apart once more.

It felt endless, an hour in, 5 orgasms forced out of you. The carpet under the bed would surely be paying the price, Hobies tentacle gushing your slick and cum in and out repeatedly.

You couldn’t take it anymore, and started to claw your way out from under the bed. He wasn’t in complete control, he wasn’t super strong thanks to the little light in the room. It took a few minutes to find the strength and crawl out, but you made it. His tentacles quickly withering away back into the darkness under the bed. You panted and laid down sideways, clutching your stomach. Too many orgasms were forced out of you way too soon. It had your legs weak like jelly, too sensitive to move. You laid like that with your feet close to under the bed. Feeling his breezes but ignored them. It was clear he wasn’t happy about you moving away.

“ Fuck. “ You whispered, before making the attempt to sit up. It took a few minutes but you managed to get up and clean yourself off for the day. The anticipation of the night keeping you distracted

(disclaimer this is super old.. so if the writing is weak i deeply apologize)

IM SCREAMING THIS IS SO SO SOOOOO AHEHDHDHDJDHDB IM LOSING NY MIND "atta boy" UGGGGGH

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 42

A/N : the requests for this are at the end due to a spoilers, please dont skip down, just read from the beginning thanks :)

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : AND FOR THE MOMENT YOUVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR-

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, fluff, let me know if i missed anything

~~~

“so” marc starts, looking to the boy beside him. “mit, huh?” 

“yeah, i’m lucky they accepted me” peter answers, the two conversing on the roof.

“are you going with any friends?” marc asks, making peter hesitate before answering.

“not exactly” he says quietly, and marc can tell that he doesn’t want to talk about it.

“so what exactly do you need my help with again?” peter changes the subject and marc nods before speaking.

“y/ns birthday is tomorrow, and i need you to distract her while we set stuff up” he explains and peter nods.

“just take her out patrolling for a few hours, me and layla have to pick something up anyways” marc says.

“cool. who’s layla?” peter asks and marc sighs.

“my girlfriend, now focus” marc begins, peter nodding and looking at the ground for a second before looking back up at marc.

“she’s already going to be suspicious because her friend- boyfriend isn’t going to be around, because he’ll be with us” marc cringes at a certain word that came out of his mouth.

“and you have to make sure she doesn’t get near the apartment, by all means necessary” marc finishes, and peter nods.

“i’ll just finish teaching her what i need to, besides i have to leave in two days” he tells marc, and he nods.

“we’ll text you when you can bring her back” is the last thing marc says before heading back inside through the open window.

“thank you sir! i’ll try my best!” peter yells after him, making marc smile before he closes the window and shuts the curtains.

and that’s when jake speaks up for the first time in hours.

“give me the body. i want to see her” he says quickly and quietly, marc instantly giving up control to let jake take over, so that he can silently speed walk over to your room where steven had carried you.

you were sleeping peacefully, with taweret in one of your arms, and one of jakes favorite hats in the other.

jake felt himself tear up, and so he went over and slowly kneeled down beside your bed, blinking away tears as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face gently.

“lo siento, cariño” he starts slowly, taking a breath.

“the bird messed up a mission and i got angry. i didn’t mean to.. i didn’t mean to scare you like that”

“perdóname, amor. por favor” he whispers, leaning in to press a short kiss to your forehead.

“Te quiero muchísimo” he finishes, standing back up and leaving the room, leaving the door cracked as he goes to sit on the bed with his head in his hands.

“she already forgave you, man” marc starts. “she knows you would never hit her”

“but i still made her flinch” he answers darkly.

“don’t be like that, mate. it was an accident, it happens-“

“just drop it” jake grumbles, falling backwards on the bed while rubbing his eyes.

“tomorrow is going to be great, trust us” is the last thing marc says before the three of them decided on sleep.

~~~

you woke up with a frown planted on your face.

you knew exactly what day it was, and some new information made it ten times worse.

you slowly got up and made your way to the kitchen, seeing as your dads were still asleep.

you sigh and start making coffee for jake, who you assumed was going to front when he woke up judging by the hat over his eyes.

you wait for the coffee to brew while you picked out his favorite mug and got a muffin for him.

you set it down on a small plate, and finished waiting for the coffee.

once it was done, you poured it into jakes mug and set it beside the muffin on the plate, then you walk to set it down on the nightstand, hoping it wouldn’t get too cold before he woke up.

you sigh and walk back to your room, only closing the door halfway and sitting down on your bed cross legged.

you think about how different you are from other kids your age.

you’re 17 now, and most teenagers have their drivers license and all, but you haven’t even looked into drivers training.

you need a parents signature so it’s not like you could if you wanted to.

you didn’t give a single shit about your birthday to be honest, it held no importance to you or anyone you’ve ever met.

that’s why you never told steven, marc, or jake.

you knew it wouldn’t burden them, but you just didn’t want it to be a big deal.

you didn’t need pretty gifts, or a cake, you just wanted the day to feel like any other.

but every single year, it just weighs on you, and you can’t stop it.

you close your eyes and let out a breath, hearing someone get up from the other room, signaling that they were now awake.

you pull your phone off the charger and begin scrolling through your social medias before hearing footsteps coming towards the room.

the door slowly creaks open and you turn your head to see jake, with a tight lipped smile.

“you can come in, you know this is your house right?” you ask rhetorically and he nods, coming in to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“it’s yours now too, mi vida” 

“i know- but listen.” you start. “just forget about what happened, please” you plead, and jake shrugs with a sigh.

“i’ll try” he mumbles, making you smile.

you beckon him over with your hand, so he slowly comes over to sit beside you on your bed.

“just forget, it doesn’t matter” you tell him again and he nods.

“now you say it”

“what?” he replies, making you tilt your head at him.

“it.. it doesn’t matter” he says hesitantly and you bring him into a side hug.

“see? i’m proud of you” you tell jake, and he nods again, this time not hesitating in hugging you back, and taking his hat off to put it on your head and over your eyes.

“you really are too good for us” he chuckles, and you adjust the hat on your head so that you can actually see.

“if you say so” you’re about to continue when your phone rings, blitzkrieg bop playing signaling that peter was calling you.

“hang on” you tell jake, and answer your phone, making marc sigh in relief.

“hey peter” you say calmly. “what’s going on?”

“yeah hey y/n, i was just wondering if you wanted to come up and practice your swinging with me” he asks and you feel yourself smile.

“i’d love to, i’ll be on the roof in five”

“okay cool i’ll see you then” he hangs up quickly and you snort.

“do you mind if i go train with peter for a bit?” you ask jake and he nods.

“go have fun, and take your time, you know he’s leaving soon” he tells you and you nod sadly.

“i’ll be out for a while then” you tell them, and they don’t seem too disappointed.

“i’ll see you guys later then” you wave, and the suit forms over your body, except the mask.

“and one more thing” you come back over to jake and throw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly for a minute before turning around to leave.

jake stood in your room for a few minutes collecting himself before it was marc’s turn to front.

he and layla were meeting somewhere to pick something up, and then it’s stevens turn to make you a small cake.

they just had to rely on peter to keep you away from home long enough for them to do it.

~~~

“so you always have to make sure you actually have somewhere to shoot your webs” peter starts, and you nod as if it’s obvious. “or you’ll-“

“fall and die, yeah i’m not that stupid” you scoff, looking over the edge of some random roof you both landed on.

“nonono- i didn’t mean you’re stupid because you’re not but-“

“i’m messing with you, calm down” you chuckle, and peter lets out a breath of relief.

“alright, so there’s different positions to swing in depending on what speed you want to go” he starts again and you nod, paying full attention.

“to go faster, either make your body smaller or straighten yourself out horizontally, and to go slower do the opposite”

“what if my webs all of a sudden don’t work?” you question a little off topic.

“they won’t” peter assures you and you purse your lips.

“alright, now let’s practice what we just learned”

~~~

“okay- we have the papers, and stevens going to do the cake, so now we have to go get casper” layla says quickly, both her and marc speed walking down the sidewalk while marc has a beige folder clutched tightly in his hand, the other holding one of laylas.

marc got to the door first, and he didn’t even have to knock for casper to open the door and come out with a small box in his hands, one so small he could fit it in his pocket.

he smiled at marc and shifted his eyes to layla.

“is that layla?” casper asks, and marc nods.

“yeah, now let’s go” marc leads casper down the steps to walk in between himself and layla.

marc sees that casper has a small box in his hands, and furrows his brows.

“what’s that?” he asks, and casper sighs.

“just something i thought she would like” he murmurs, and marc smirks at him, making layla scoff at him.

“so, what’s that” casper changes the subject, pointing to the folder marc has.

“something i thought she would like” marc retorts, making layla chuckle.

“don’t be mean, he’s just a kid” she defends casper and he scoffs.

“thank you ma’am” casper nods at layla and she puts a hand over her heart and gasps.

“this kid is more respectful than you” she tells marc, who rolls his eyes.

“not when he’s kissing y/n on the mouth”

“wait, they what?”

~~~

“we’ve been at this for hours, i think it’s time i get home” you tell peter, out of breath from trying to swing away from him.

he’d made it a challenge.

if he could catch you, then you owed him ten dollars, but if he didn’t within an hour, it was reversed.

you gave him ten dollars.

it was only because you got distracted by a bird.

peter checked his phone before answering you. “maybe i can get you some lunch?” 

“i have food at home, but thanks” you begin to make your way to the edge of the roof when peter jumps in front of you to make you stop in your tracks.

“peter, i have to get home, i don’t want marc to get worried” you try and tell him, but he insists on blocking you from leaving.

“let’s uhm…” peter tries to think, while you cross your arms and glare at him.

“we can keep training” he checks his phone again. “for another forty five minutes” he says and you scoff.

“you’re being weird, i’m going to go home” you nudge him out of the way and just before you can even bring an arm up, peter shoots a web out, sticking your hand down to the edge of the roof.

you whip your head around to glare at him. “peter, what the hell is your problem? why aren’t you letting me leave?” you grit out at him, making him wince.

“listen, i’m just going to miss you, so i don’t want to you to leave right now” he says but you see right through him.

“we can hang out at my place then” you try to get him to crack.

“but here- it’s perfect! we can go patrolling, anything, just please let’s stay away from your house right now” he pleads and you scoff.

“why aren’t you letting me go home, peter?” you ask again more calm and he sighs.

“i can’t tell you” he murmurs and you sigh.

“when i get out of this, i’m hunting you down and beating your ass”

“yep. understood”

~~~

“alright, the cake should be done in twenty minutes, what do we do until then?” steven asks around, layla and casper stopping their conversation to think.

“me and layla still need to sign some of the papers” marc tells steven, so he gives up control so marc could do his business.

layla and marc had to sign a couple papers, and then eventually steven and jake had to as well.

now all they had to do was wait.

well, after frosting the cake and sending peter the ‘go ahead’ to drop you off at home.

if it got to that point, that is.

~~~

you dodge the web coming at you with a quick spin, peter not giving up as you shoot some at him as well.

“let me go home, parker!” you exclaim at him, trying to get enough space to jump off the roof and swing away.

“i already told you, i can’t yet!” he swiftly checks his phone again.

“just tell me!” you yell back, shooting out another web, and barely missing.

peter doesn’t respond, and that was because he felt his phone buzz.

he was relieved, since you’d been trying to fight him for about fifteen minutes straight now.

“okay- fine, let’s go” he says, re reading the message from marc saying, ‘bring her home now spider boy’.

you freeze because of the unexpected change of heart. “..what?”

“yeah, come on i changed my mind” he swings off without you.

you shake your head and scoff. “he’s lucky i don’t throw hands with him” you mutter to yourself, jumping off the roof to swing after him.

~~~

“okay, don’t overwhelm her. from what khonshu told me, she hates her birthday so keep it subtle” marc explains, casper nodding in confusion.

“she’s going to be so mad..” he murmurs, going unheard by marc.

“also some ground rules, and i’m looking at you, hart” marc points to casper, who freezes on the spot.

“no touching, no hugging, no kissing, and certainly no fonduing in this house, got it?” he says and casper nods quickly.

“good, now-“ marc is cut off by the door opening slowly, your head peaking in to see marc and layla standing in front of the couch, and casper a few feet away from them.

you slowly walk in, peter doing the same.

your suit fades away as you look around the room, looking for anything suspicious, the silence awkward.

“..did you send peter to distract me for some reason?” you ask marc, and he doesn’t respond.

“steven” you turn to him in the mirror, since he’s most likely to crack under pressure.

“nope. wait but that’s a lie and i don’t want to lie to you” he mutters and marc face palms.

“happy seventeenth birthday, y/n” he blurts out and your eyes widen a fraction.

“how’d you-“

“it was khonshu” jake goes right to blaming the bird, but you believe him.

“so why couldn’t i be here?” you ask, slowly walking over to sit on the couch, peter lingering by the door.

“we were… preparing?” marc says in a questionable tone, which makes you raise an eyebrow.

“there’s a reason i didn’t tell you, but if you put effort into it i guess i’ll play along” you say quietly, and everyone in the rooms nods and smiles in understanding.

“so let’s start with the cake then” steven says once he fronts, and your eyes widen a bit.

“you made me a-“

“your favorite” steven smiles, moving to the kitchen to get it from the fridge.

it was a relatively small cake, since they knew you didn’t even want to acknowledge your birthday in the first place.

“you really didn’t have to-“

“don’t even start with that” steven waves you off.

“yeah y/n, this is your day, try to enjoy it” casper says from behind you, moving to stand beside you, layla and peter doing the same.

you sigh and hesitantly nod, watching as steven cut the cake.

“after this, we all have a little gift for you” casper starts and you groan. “hey- don’t do that- anyways, yes i know we didn’t have to, but we wanted to do you can’t stop us” he says smugly and you flick him in the forehead.

he brings a hand up to where you flicked him, and glared at you, making you chuckle.

layla comes up and throws an arm around your shoulder, and you lean into her while a smile forms one her face.

“happy birthday, little scarab” she says, making you roll your eyes playfully, fighting off a smile.

“thank you guys. really” you tell everyone.

~~~

after everyone had eaten some of the delicious cake steven made, peter was the first to give you a gift- to your dismay.

“so- this is edith 2.0, she’s your personal ai.” peter explains while you slip a pair of cool looking glasses onto your face.

“there’s a robot in these glasses?” you ask amazed and he nods excitedly.

“she can help you with anything- and i mean anything” he starts.

“just don’t almost accidentally blow up your classmates” mw mutters and you raise an eyebrow.

“thank you so much-“

“oh that’s not all” he tosses a small silver ring to you, a small button in the middle.

“press it” peter grins so you do so hesitantly.

right when you do, a metal suit takes over your entire body, red and blue with a golden spider in the middle of your chest.

you gasp and look at peter with wide eyes. “holy fuck” you whisper. “this is so cool-“

“it’s all yours” he smiles, and you rush over to hug him.

“thankyou thankyou thankyou” you chant, peter hugging you back, wide smiles on both of your faces.

you pull away only to look down at the new suit, and then back at everyone else who are all surprised, and overjoyed.

you press another button, and the suit disappears, leaving you with just a smile.

“that’s literally the coolest thing ever, thank you so much” you thank peter again and he nods.

“alright, who’s next?” marc asks and points to casper, who’s breathing picks up a bit.

“yeah yeah- i can- i can do that” he starts, standing up and walking towards you, leading you a bit aways from the group, but still so marc can see if there’s any ‘funny business’.

“listen, you might not like it but i saw this and i thought of you” he hands you the small box, so you hesitantly take it and open it to see a silver chain necklace with a two small gems hanging off it.

a red one and a blue one.

“it reminded me of your spidey suit” he explains further and you nod and look up to him.

“i love it” you breath out.

casper looks up at you and blinks a few times. “you.. you do?” he asks and you nod with a smile.

“of course i do, it’s beautiful” you tell him, and you lean forward to hug him.

he instantly hugs you back, and you hear marc clear his throat, making you turn to flip him off before letting go of casper, box still in your hand.

“i really do love it. thank you” you finish, both of you going back to the group, where layla and marc were backing up and leading you along.

“we need you alone for a moment if that’s okay” marc says and you nod, turning to wave to both peter and casper.

layla and marc lead you to your room, where you see a beige folder on your bed.

you furrow your brows and look back at layla and marc, who nod to it.

you make your way to the bed, sitting down where the folder was once you take it in your hands.

you look up one more time for reassurance, both of them nodding.

you slowly open it and gasp softly at the first words you see displayed on a piece of paper.

you feel your eyes tear up, and already a tear drips down as you look back up at marc and layla.

“are you serious..?” you ask and marc nods.

“you don’t have to say yes or sign anything but…” he trails off, layla squeezing his hand for reassurance.

“..can we adopt you?” he asks quietly.

you slowly start nodding and toss the folder aside to throw yourself at both layla and marc.

they reciprocate your hug as best they can, while you cry into marc’s shoulder, layla running a calming hand through your hair.

“oh my gods, i’m so relieved” you hear steven say.

“well of course she was going to say yes, she doesn’t call us her dads for nothing” jake sasses back, making you chuckle, pulling back from layla and marc.

“so now you’ll have three dads and a mom, how’s it feel?” layla asks and you smile at her.

you move to give her a separate hug. “it sounds amazing, mom” you whisper, and she hugs you tighter before letting go.

“i love you guys, thank you so much” you start to quietly sob into your hands, marc and layla both making sure you don’t freak out.

“you really want me?” you ask both of them through blurry vision after a minute.

“oh honey, who wouldn’t?” marc responds and you sniff, wiping your nose on your sleeve.

“you really want to be my parents?” you ask both of them, and they instantly nod.

“of course we do, you’re the best daughter we could ever ask for” layla replies and you nod, turning around and shuffling through your nightstand for a pen.

you instantly sign whatever needs to be signed, doing one for each of your dads and layla.

legally, you were not technically a y/l/n, spector, lockley, grant, and el faouly.

and you honestly couldn’t be happier.

you came back out with the papers, an ecstatic layla, marc, steven, and jake behind you.

“guess who just got fucking adopted?” you ask both casper and peter, who look at you with wide eyes.

“hOLY SHIT?! WAS IT YOU?” peter exclaims, being the first to congratulate your still sensitive and teary form.

after him, it was casper who just straight up pulled you in for a quick kiss, making you chuckle and smile after, hugging him while marc squinted his eyes at the boy.

“i’m so happy for you!” casper says and you chuckle again.

“i love all of you so much” you say around the room, making everyone catch your contagious grin.

now, this was the first night you spent as a y/l/n-spector-grant-lockley-el faouly, and being honest it felt great.

you knew you were family before.

it just wasn’t official like this.

you still couldn’t believe they loved you that much to legally adopt you as their own child.

they wanted you.

they actually wanted you.

they all loved you so much that they had to officially make you their daughter.

they wanted you.

they wanted you.

they wanted you.

it felt silly to say it out loud, since nobody ever wanted you before.

this was your home, and this was your family.

this was where you could make memories to tell kids, maybe even grandkids someday.

this was where you had ups and downs but always having your dads and your mom by your side.

this was where you could share anything without feeling like you’ll be judged.

this was where you could be loved.

this is where you are loved.

you are loved.

and you always have been.

@aniskywalkerslvr, on june 8 2022, - Hello!!!!! A person who is so in love with Baby Scarab series and I was thinking what if at the end or in the middle of the series The Moon Boys and Layla adopt the reader? Just a little thought! You are doing an amazing job, and an amazing writing!🫶🏻

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@you-bloody-shank, on june 22 2022, - so i had an idea (maybe in like the near future or something) where it’s y/n’s birthday and marc steven and jake being the amazing dads that they are throw her an amazing surprise party and she’s just like OMG AND SO HAPPY BECAUSE THEYRE THE BEST DADS EVER and layla casper and khonshu can be there too. i know it’s not like detailed or anything but just the general idea of throwing a birthday party for y/n because i think it would be really cute and fluffy and marc is just like happy birthday kid i love you ahhhhh ok that’s it lol.

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anon, on july 2 2022, - Hello!! I was wondering if maybe like Steven,Jake, and Marc decided to make it official and got like papers to adopt the reader? And like the reader is really emotional and the boys get nervous and believe that they took it to far until she starts hugging whoever is fronting and she keeps on repeating “yes!” So now the reader is a Specter/Grant/ and Lockley. It’s alright if you decided to not put this, by the way I love the series!!! &lt;3

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anon - what if y/n was telling someone (maybe Layla) how much she loves her dads (and she actually refers to them as that) and they hear everything (maybe giving them more courage to ask her what they wanted)

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anon - Casper and Layla meet up, anyone? Love how this series is going, keep up the good work

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A/N : this took longer than i thought lol.

i finally had the moon boys and layla officially adopt you guys!!! i really hoped you liked it, and i made it a birthday episode bc fun fact - its my birthday too <3

i also saw thor love and thunder today, it was great i loved it

but i love you guys way more, see you in two days :DD

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[honeykawa]

Know You

pairing: oikawa tooru x reader

genre: fluff, opposites attract

word count: 1.9k

warning: bullying

summary: you are far from the type of person oikawa is but thats what makes you interesting. what will it take for you and oikawa to become friends or anything more?

you and oikawa were very different people.

where he was popular and well liked, you didnt really have anyone.

meeting him was only by chance when one of the girls surrounding him was being an ass and accidentally bumped into you making you land on your knees.

“oh sorry” it didnt seem sincere at all. it was all for show anyway, oikawa was right there afterall. you just got up with a sigh and walked off giving them a quick glare as you passed by them.

“they’re seriously so weird” oikawa could hear them talking about you but he was too distracted watching you go back to your classroom. you were different…a good different and he was determined to get to know you more.

“hey!” you jumped at the sudden yelling causing you to drop your book bag who the hell just randomly yells out to someone…all you wanted to do was go home. people were already getting on your last nerve ever since earlier.

“oh im sorry i didnt mean to startle you. here let me help you.” oikawa bent down to help pick up your bag but you just slapped his hand as he tried to pick it up. “im fine. i dont need your help.” you both stood up but before you could run off oikawa grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“wait! i want to get to know you better!” you froze in your spot. he had to be joking. why would oikawa tooru want to get to know you? it had to be a prank. “so, can i get your number?”

he held out his phone for you to take but you refused. “absolutely not. bye.” “wait!” he grabbed your hand and put a piece of paper in it, “just in case you want to text or call!” you gave him a weird look before walking home.

you laid in bed staring the at the piece of paper in your hand. why…it didnt make sense to you. youve never even spoken to him before today so why would he go out of his way to seek you out? it just had to be a joke. it always was with you. its why you didnt have many friends. friends were cruel and you were better off alone.

“oi y/n…you havent called me yet” oikawa caught you outside the bathroom. if you had to credit him with anything it sure would be his persistence. “i never said i would” you started walking away but he just followed.

“ahh youre so mean y/n! cmon, dont you wanna be friends? its been over a week!” you stopped in your tracks and looked at him. “i dont need friends. whatever this is i want it to stop. you walk around with that fake smile and fake kindness in hopes to make people like you but i wont fall for it. so please, please just leave me alone.” oikawa stared in silence as you walked off, no trace of anything on his face.

your day went on as normal, oikawa didnt bother you so you thought hed have given up at this point. just as you were about to leave you walked past the gym where squeaking shoes and balls bouncing could be heard. you didnt mean to stare but you just couldnt help yourself. “iwa, here!” it looked like oikawa was floating as he jumped to set the ball and it completely mesmerized you. you watched as he landed back on the ground and high fived his friends as they got the point. he almost looked normal doing something he loved. no pretenses or fake smiles.

thats when you two locked eyes. he was shocked to see you standing there, it wasnt everyday that the person he was interested in was standing at the doorway. but before he could even take a step in your direction you bolted causing oikawa’s face to deadpan as maki and mattsun laughed. “damn oikawa, they really dont want to see you.”

you finally stopped running and pressed your back against a wall for support in a back ally. why did your heart beat so fast when you locked eyes? your heart felt that way because you just got done running, that had to be it.

“y/n! i saw you the other day watching me play volleyball, did you think i looked cool?” oikawa nudged your shoulder a little. you rolled your eyes and kept your attention on the book in front of you. “i dont know what youre talking about.” oikawa pouted, “youre so mean y/n, i definitely saw you and i got laughed at because of how fast you ran!” the thought of that happening made you laugh a bit, “well you probably deserved it.”

oikawa was stunned, hes never seen you smile before and it was…”cute.” the word escaped his lips before he could even try and stop himself from saying it. luckily you didnt hear, he really didnt want to be smacked again. “oh wait, oikawa hold out your hand.” he held out his hand with a confused face only to feel something being pressed onto it. “i saw that your hand looked like it was getting blisters from volleyball. you might be able to hit the ball hard but dont forget that you need these hands to play in the first place.” he could feel his cheeks heating up. he never complained about his hands, it honestly didnt even faze him anymore but since you brought it up maybe he would take better care of himself.

oikawa made his daily appearances after that and you slowly started opening up to him. it wasnt much but oikawa knew you were trying and it made him incredibly happy that you were starting to accept him. you still were weary but maybe you could place some trust in him.

“me and some friends are going out later! you should join!” you and oikawa were eating lunch together when he randomly spouted out that invite. you started to notice how sincere he was with you, maybe it was wishful thinking but you wanted to believe that this invite was genuine.

“no thank you.” he pouted at your answer, “aw cmon y/n! i really wont have fun without you there. plus youre truly the only person i feel comfortable with here…” it was a moment of vulnerability for him, he was still nervous about opening up to you as you were to him.

and thats how you ended up at karaoke with him and his friends. you could hear the whispers, ‘why are they here?’ ‘i heard they were bothering oikawa so hes probably just being nice.’ ‘aw hes such a good guy! but a little desperate for them…’

“y/n…y/n!” oikawa stared at you as he was trying to get your attention. he wasnt so oblivious that he wasnt aware of what was going on and usually he just ignored the whispers but this felt different. he felt anger in his chest as they talked about you like you werent even there. he was about to say something when you suddenly stood up.

“im leaving. thank you for tonight.” you quickly gathered your things and walked out of the shop and started on your way home. oikawa tried to stand up after you but the girls with them were quicker and clung to him before he even had the chance. “sing with me oikawa! cmon! im better company than them”

it honestly made him sick. the touch of these people were overstimulating and your hurt expression just kept racing through his mind. even as you left it almost seemed like you were about to cry.

he threw everyone off of him with a look he had only shown a few before. it wasnt the usual smile he had, it was far more intimidating and scary. “how dare you talk about them like that. y/n is the kindest, most honest, and caring person ive ever met. dont talk to me or them ever again.” the girls all sat there stunned as oikawa left, honestly even his volleyball friends were shocked too. sure, theyve seen how he really can get but he usually has such good control over it.

“y/n!” he ran calling out your name every once in a while. you couldnt have gotten that far. he kept running until he was out of breath. god, where could you be? it was just making him more and more frustrated. he should have said something sooner. he should have been there for you when you needed it. he was just scared…scared of ruining his perfect reputation. but screw it, you were worth more than his stupid reputation.

thats when he heard his phone ring. it was an unknown number but maybe, just maybe, it was you. he wasted no time answering. “hello? y/n is this you? where are you? im near the corner store right now”

you felt like crying seeing him through the corner store window looking frantic. you two belonged in separate worlds and tonight proved it. “oikawa we really shouldnt be friends. thank you for tonight, really. i…i really was happy when you asked me to come but i think this further showed that we shouldn’t be friends. ill just get in the way.”

oikawa was pissed. “screw that.” he could feel himself shaking from how mad he was getting, “screw that and whoever made you feel that way! y/n you are so special to me, you wouldnt even understand. i lose myself when im with you and it scares me so much but its also weightless at the same time. i find myself just looking for you in a crowd whether youre there or not. i dont care what they think. the only person’s opinion i care about is yours. so please, please tell me where you are.”

oikawa heard a tap on glass and looked into the store only to see you standing there crying with your phone in your hand. his body wasted no time and moved on its own, immediately taking you in his arms. “im so sorry y/n. so so sorry. i shouldnt have let them talk about you like that.”

you wiped your face and shook your head, “its fine. your reputation was on the line and i know its important to you—“ “its NOT fine. i admit i was scared because of that but i was even more afraid when you walked out of that room. it felt like i wouldnt ever see you again if i didnt come after you and that hurt far more than any broken reputation would.” you both stood there, no more words needed to be exchanged. you both were starting to understand that the place for each other in your own hearts was starting to grow.

“thank you for walking me home.” you turned to open your door but stopped to look at him one last time, “really, thank you oikawa.” he just nodded with a soft smile as you slipped into your home. he made his own way home after that. usually he would dread going home, it meant hed be alone in his thoughts until morning but tonight was different as he got a text from you.

‘goodnight oikawa. sleep well.’

tonight his only thoughts would be of you.

[blubushie]

okay we know whats the weirdest thing youve seen in the bush but whats the SCARIEST?

Bushfire. Dingos eating each other alive. Croc eating another croc. Weird lights over the Outback without any sound, definitely weren't planes, half-convinced they were aliens. Strange shadows and sounds in the escarpments of Kakadu. Strange noises from the billabongs at night.

The only thing that's ever scared me to my core was my second year in Australia not long after I got my nose pierced by Jack. Middle of winter 2021, I was on some cockie's property taking care of a dingo issue just after sunset. A little cold out, but no wukkas, it happens, part of the job.

I kill this big male and it's the largest dingo I've ever seen. At least two or three times the size of a normal male. For comparison a captive dingo weighs around 18kg/40lbs give or take. This bloke must've weighed somewhere around 25kg/55lbs. Downright impressive. "I'm gonna keep this one's pelt" impressive. So I gather the carcasses together, lay them out, take my pictures, and I separate the big bloke from the group. I do my usual schtick of stringing him up, I take his pelt, and the only skin left on his body is on his paws below his wrists and hocks. I took the tail with the rest of the skin.

So I lower him down, set him back on the ground, remove the gambrel, put it back in Matilda, and I face my van as I drape the pelt over my knee and go to work on fleshing in. All that's really on it is fat, which is weird in itself since it's the middle of winter and there should not be this much fat on this pelt. I've never seen that much fat on a dingo pelt before or since, winter or otherwise, and the dingo didn't look that fat when I killed or was skinning him. Weird, but not that important.

So after maybe 15 or 20 minutes of standing there, I finish my fleshing and roll up the pelt and set it aside. I go into Matilda to get my notebook to log how many dingos I killed (reckon it was 5 total) and their sexes, I walk back out-

The dingo's missing.

The other four are there, but I look over by the tree where my gambrel was and the entire fucking carcass is missing. Vanished into thin air. I immediately get a chill up my spine, I get goosebumps, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and I've got this voice in my head repeating Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wong.

Something's very wrong.

And I get the feeling I'm being watched. I rush back into Matilda, hands shaking like a leaf, I grab my searchlight, come back out with my rifle, and start shining the torch around. I am five seconds from pissing myself out of fear and that feeling of dread is only getting worse. I go back and forth, back and forth, and finally I spot something out in the distance.

And it's pink.

I keep staring, and then this pink fucking thing turns to me.

It's the fucking dingo. It's standing on all four legs, WITHOUT ANY FUCKING SKIN, staring at me with these big eyes because there's no fucking eyelids to cover them. I cut the nose and lips off for the pelt. This is a bare, pink fucking skull with some meat on it but no lips, no ears, no skin, STARING AT ME. ALIVE.

I put a bullet in this thing's fucking skull. There is no goddamn way it's alive and standing there without any fucking skin just staring me, and there it is. Doing exactly that. I run to the driver's side, climb in, and shoot through like a Bondi tram. I didn't even bother securing my rifle, just laid it across my lap and prayed to Nglamudj that whatever that fucking thing was, it wasn't going to follow me.

And people wonder why I have nightmares about dingos.

[blood-injections]

I'm like in the Horrors right now (very mild head cold caught from my cousin lol) pleeease talk funkobra to me I wanna talk about them 🥺

Oh no not the horrors,, hope you feel better soon <3

Yeyeys funkobra ive been having thoughts today but then again i am every day theyre always on my mind honesty its a problem. They're best friends they're sometimes gay for each other they're rivals they're partners in crime they're complete fucking idiots. Ghouls kinda got a pathetic crush crazy puppy love sorta thing going on for kobra half the time and the other half just wants to fight him but just in that unbridled energy sort of way and like he has so much he needs to move he needs to fight he needs to be grounded by the physicality and pain. Also he just doesn't know any other way to show affection but figures fighting should work cause its kinda their thing. Hes like. This is flirting right? There's deeper stuff too yknow but that's the gist of it.

Meanwhile Kobra loves Ghoul as much as he hates him yknow but also its literally like that for everyone with him but where like with poison where its like i hate you with every inch of my being but i love you id die for you i could never leave your side with ghoul its like. You're cute i wanna bash your face in. Or youre annoying you fucking piss me off but youve also kind of become my best friend? And i still want to fight you and hurt you when you piss me off but youre part of the crew now and we've fought together and that means you're not alowed to die. Like unless its by my hands. Thats kinda the sum of what they are 2 me. Like where poison and kobra could never Actually kill eachother with ghoul and kobra honestly. theres a chance. And they kiss somtimes. Its a good thing they arent immortal or something because they'd literally be killing each other(mostly for fun) every five minutes.

Then theres the whole they both just like to fight for reasons and Tism and whatever so they fight eachother because it works and its safer than any other methods of getting thay shit out of their system because most of the time they know when to stop to not serously hurt the other like one of the could get if the just went and started a fight with someone or something.

They're so fucking stupid and it is very important to me that everyone knows. They're idiots. Neither of them understand social cues ghoul has no boundaries kobra is brutally honest and has anger issues they should not be allowed near people and their stupidity will bounce off of each other they actively make each other dumber they'll rile each other up and dare each other to do stupid shit left and right and they both have no reason to but theyll accept those dares regarless of danger or lameness or anything. "Hey go stand in that corner and stare at the wall for a hour." "Okay" or "hey drive your bike off that cliff" "bet"

They steal shit, they're both banned from tommy chow meins for life, they wont steal from dr d because they have too much respect for him but he watches them like a hawk so they dont break something because theyre buffons and will elbow and trip eachother out of the blue and they have indeed broken radio equipment before from both just tripping but also tumbling into it and proceeding to have a wrestling match on his floor. They're annoying they're the only ones that can stand each other and they're even more annoying together, the zones hate them. They're best friends they're soulmates in a way they're an argument away from losing control in a fight and actually killing each other but also if anything happened to one of them the other would fucking tear apart the desert piece by piece, set battery city on fire, or go on a rampage and not stop even to sleep until they get revenge or fix it.

[askmadcomcrew]

If you could go back and change anything that youve done, or didn't do, what would it be?

Hank: Nothing at all. Can't change the past, no point in it. You just screw it up worse.

Sanford: Well, I mean, lotsa stuff, but...I guess for somethin' more recent, I wouldn't let that damn Engineer split me n' Deimos up. I don't care if it means I woulda gotten killed too, at least we woulda done it together.

Deimos: Listen to Sanford when he tells me to be more attentive, I guess. I don't like admitting when he's right, but he did always say not watchin' my back woulda got me killed one day.

Doc: There is little point in changing the past. The consequences of such an action on its own could be dire. But changing the future is much more realistic, and feasible.

Tricky: CLOWN HAS NO REGRETS!!! WELL, I DO HAVE ONE, AND THAT'S NOT EMBRACING THE CLOWN SOONER, POOR OL' DR. HOFNARR WAS SUCH A WIMP. HE'S A LOT HAPPIER NOW!!!! HAHAAHAHA

Jeb: I would have killed Phobos earlier, and perhaps I could have prevented Dr. Hofnarr's descent into insanity. Had I known the future and my fate, I never would have allied myself with the Auditor and simply destroyed him when I had the chance. I could have prevented many things, saved more lives, if only I had knew what was to come.

Crackpot: Simple, I would have embraced the art of Buoyancy sooner. I wasted so much time fraternizing with those lowlives Hofnarr and Christoff when I know I was destined for greatness.

Sheriff: I wouldn't 'a hit that damn button on the friggin' Improbability Drive. I look up at that red sky, red as blood. I look up n' I think...It was me who caused alla that. I pressed the damn button 'cuz I was such a coward. 'Cuz I was too afraid to stand m' ground n' die like a man. Now look at the mess we're in.

Phobos: I would have gutted that traitorous Christoff and paraded him through Nexus City by his entrails.

Auditor: I've known everything I must do since the beginning. Everything is clearly laid out before me. There are detractors and agents of chaos that wish to dismantle me, but they will not deter my efforts. I know that it is fate that has sent me down this path. My brothers are too blind to see it, but that's only because it was not their purpose to. The past is irrelevant, is it only what's happening now that matters.

[vag1na-d3ntata]

You know what's killing me about last ep? ROME, FUCKING ROME. Because losing your dad is painful for all of them no matter how angry they were or how awful he was, but shiv and ken got to stand up to him, and to bring this big hero to the ground to the point to where Logan was their dad, as an adult would view their dad, but not Roman, and the saddest part is HE WAS SO FUCKING CLOSE, so close to face probably a lot of pain, but pain that would allow him to grow. But now he is just stuck there, knowing on some degree dad was not good but at the same time not being able to fully demolish the hero figure, and to top it all with the idea that he might have been choosen by his dad right before passing (not manipulated like his siblings know they have been, but choosen). And ALSO, with the last bridge to an actual human connection burned to the ground.

If youve asked me at ep 1 i would have said Rome was the one who had the chance to scape, the one who was still devoloping and the one who could actually turn out to be a normal person, but now ? FUCK NO. We all know it deep down, he is the one turning into Logan, because logan is still a good thing to be in his head. He might win the succession but he really lost his shot with this shit.

I also really really hope i'm wrong, anyway

Alexa play right where you left me by taylor swift

[moonlit-positivity]

The thing about mental health & healing that no one ever really acknowledges, is that you can have all these coping skills thrown at you. You can have all these resources listed out. Warm line and hotline numbers out the ass for who to call when you're feeling suicidal.

But there's never ever ever gonna be a way to provide you with the comfort and support of eradicating what has already happened to you in the past.

Like the concept of "give me a fucking time machine so I can go back and prevent it from happening and/or do it better this time."

It doesn't really matter how much you shove breathing techniques into someone's face. If there is never any acknowledgement of the fact that your past exists? That your inability to breathe right now is actually valid? Or have the time and space to even acknowledge that you're suffocating to begin with? To even know that it's okay to be angry and upset and to not cope very well at all? To know that this isn't your fault? Because someone else has robbed you of your entire life?

Then what is the point?

There is an awareness that needs to happen before the true deeper understanding begins, and that awareness is that what you went through wasn't your fault. It wasn't actually supposed to happen like that. You weren't actually supposed to go through that at all. The adults and the people around you should have given you better than what you got.

But if you never get that type of awareness? If you're still being abused and manipulated and surrounded by people who don't care to even ask what you're going through? The what the fuck is breathing gonna do in this scenario. What the fuck is the point of the coping skills and the resources if there is no personal acknowledgement from yourself and others you're trusting that there is even a need to use them to begin with?

You cannot do this type of damage to yourself. You do not do this type of damage for no reason. People will expect you to automatically know that & get with the program right away. But it's like, no, that's not even REMOTELY close to how this works.

You need your humanity restored before you can even begin to trust that youre standing on a solid ground. You've been beat & abused & gaslit by so many people in your life, and now the concept that "you need to take care of yourself" is basically like you just belly flopped into a pool of water.

It stings.

And it stings because first of all, if you had known all of this from the start then we wouldn't even be here, would we? If your parents/abusers had never abused you, you would never even need to use the coping skills and deal with this massive amount of trauma to begin with!

But it also stings because then you start to realize, "oh, oh wait a minute. Oh okay, I finally get it now," when you finally start to understand that oh wait, this is actually kinda fucked up and I've been subconsciously acting on my survival instincts because of it. Suddenly you get thrust into understanding the deeper nuances of everything, everywhere, from every corner and direction.

And there's a lot to dissect here.

You've got your own childhood trauma. Your own parents bullshit has built up so far & deep down inside to the very core of your identity constructs and knowing that everything in you breaks with each passing second.

You've got your shitty abusive family system, your asshole siblings shitting all over you, your asshole relatives invading your space to triangulate on behalf of Those Who Cannot Get The Fuck On.

You've got the gaslighting & manipulation & indoctrination to give a flying fuck, because you love these motherfuckers. What the fuck.

Youve got your own shitty coping skills that are born out of survival & primal instincts. God bless you if you have an addiction of some sort.

Youve got no way of even knowing or understanding what the fuck is happening. Therapy? Lets not pretend that not even 60 years ago "mental health" was still being used as a modern day torture device. Oh wait no that's still happening today too!

You've got stigmatized mental health practices demonizing personality disorders that stem directly from traumagenic symptoms, ill informed & abusive therapists who thrive off of using their authority to induce shame and humiliation knowing good and goddamn well that the reason these symptoms exist is because of, yep you guessed it, 🎉childhood trauma🎉

Youve got a huge lack of mental health for minorities, POC, Asians, lgbt+, just to name a few.

You've got so few therapists that offer focalized services for things like religious trauma, cult & ritual abuse, & other very specific types of trauma, because they're so far & few in between.

You've got the huge lack of awareness in society from recognizing what boundaries & abuse even is, so much so that the only readily available resources for people to come across are pop psychology blogs that romanticize empathy and demonize NPD by grouping every single abuser that's ever existed and labelling them as a narcissist.

You've got very little resources that exist outside of therapy in itself and it's such a scrounge to gather up any and all self help you can possibly find if you cannot afford therapy.

And then you've got to deal with your own life staring back at you at the end of the day. You're traumatized, things are happening inside of your brain and body that you have absolutely no fucking idea what the fuck is happening. You've grown up from that scared little child to now a fully repressed adult filled with fear so deep you're clinging onto relationships and people out of fear that they will leave you stranded and abandoned just like your childhood did. All the while now people around you are getting pissed the fuck off because they don't fucking know. They don't fucking know what you've been through or how it feels to be inside your head. And they're expecting you to be a more fully fleshed out & functioning adult than what you can give them.

And it's never fucking pretty! It's arguments, it's obsession, it's control issues & power dynamics, it's unfocused & repressed anger that gets turned into rage, it's projections, it's staying silent and letting the resentments build, it's the inability to speak, the inability to communicate, the inability to talk about the hard & difficult & uncomfortable. it's all these horrific little tidbits of everything all at once.

It's a fucking nightmare trying to regain any sense of anything at all.

You can't really just snap your fingers and fix all of this shit. Even if you wanted to, even if you dig in real hard and learn and absorb all the fucking coping skills out there. The thing no one ever talks about, is how much time is needed to fully sit with and process every last single fucking thing that has ever happened and what is continuing to happen before you can finally figure out how to handle it.

People be so ready to forget that part. Therapists, friends, family, even ourselves. We just wanna rush right through and get to the end fucking result.

Who the fuck is there while you work it out? And what does your process look like right now, right here and now and in this moment? And who or what do you have in your life that can reaffirm your humanity while you sit with the horrors of your past & work it out? And how open and receptive are you to knowing what you went through was abuse and that eventually you're gonna have to leave this concept of going back in time to get a better fucking outcome?

That's probably a good thing to sit with and think about.

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Hope this helps

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[courfeyracs-swordcane]

I JUST SAW UR REBLOG RESPONSE THING. I NEED TO ASK WHO IS HORATIO SLEEPAWAY IM REALLY CURIOUS NOW .

OH BOY GAMEY YOUVE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS GUY SO HARD ALL WEEK

(before and after getting dumped + watching his friend drown + becoming a single father)

he’s so wildly dog coded. he’s the ghost of a rabbit. he’s the single father of two teenagers age 22. he got dumped when he was 19 and never got over it. he’s an autistic freak. he can’t drive. he got skinned alive and we just kind of forgot about it. I made a music video and a teaser trailer for it about him.

Music video is at the bottom bc it makes more sense w the lore but here’s the trailer!

(lore under the readmore bc I can talk forever about this guy)

He’s one of a couple of prequel characters to the sleepaway campaign my friends and I never actually wound up playing last year!

He’s lived at the camp since he was 18 and ran away from home on his birthday to work there, he’s got a cabin just off the grounds and odd jobs he splits with the other off-season caretaker Laertes, who’s another former camper in a similar situation but with his younger sibling Chandra to take care of and put through boarding school. They’re besties. Laertes my beloved. He sees death omens. (@wildfandom open invitation to come talk about your boy)

Unfortunately, the next summer, a (the) Hitchhiker comes into camp, and he fell for him Fast And Hard because he’s nothing if not gay and stupid. Hitchhiker is obviously INCREDIBLY sus, but he asks Horatio to run away with him at the end of the summer and. ofc. he agrees. So when the day comes he packs up all his effects and goes to wait at the spot on the highway where the Hitchhiker had said he was gonna pick him up. And he waits. And he waits. And he waits. And he waits. And the Hitchhiker never shows.

So he just kind of never gets over that and is so fucked up about it that he doesn’t really leave the camp at all for the rest of his life 😬😬😬

Anyway from there the supernatural bull shitt situation at camp just keeps getting worse— eventually culminating in an eclipse and a storm, when Laertes rushes out to bring back one of the campers who’d wandered off into the woods, manages to deposit him in his and Chandra’s cabin, and when he goes back out in search of any other campers, he’s surrounded by the wolves of the woods— they with too many eyes and shadows too long— and eventually goes to take refuge the only place they can’t follow him, dragging a rowboat down the beach into the lake and paddling out as far as he can against the waves. (There’s a couple other things going on but that’s playbook details mostly)

And while all this is happening, Horatio does a headcount of all the campers still inside, and it’s one short. Chandra is unaccounted for, and Laertes is still outside. So ofc he goes out to look for them, and finds Chandra at the edge of a clearing overlooking the lake just in time for him to hold them back from jumping in after as they both watch Laertes’s rowboat capsize and him fall beneath the waves. And the storm clears.

And after that Horatio takes over looking after Chandra, he sets up the loft for them and they move into his cabin. They trawl the lake, but they don’t find Laertes.

They make it work. He teaches them how to ride a horse 😌

Eventually Chandra finds the kid Laertes had gone out to bring back just kind of wandering in the woods again so they bring him home and then Horatio has two kids!! :)

And then after that the supernatural shit starts to get worse again and Horatio knows the Lindworm is gonna make its move, so he starts getting ready. He teaches Chandra to shoot. He gives Wallace his hunting knife. He sits up every night standing guard on the porch with his rifle across his knees and when the time comes he looks the Lindworm head on, looks back at Chandra one last time, hopes they know he’s proud of them and he’s sorry to leave them alone again, and he raises his [ambigous weapon it depends on the mood you’re in— it’s a sword in the music video, iirc it’s a spiked bat in canon, it’s whatever you want it to be] and he charges directly into the setting sun, into the Lindworm’s mouth to take it down from the inside. And as the last high noon sounded, mordred rode his rotten world into the sun etc etc etc

You can’t permanently kill the Lindworm, obviously, but he does enough damage to hold it off for the next ¿10?ish years until our actual campaign timeline, in which Horatio appears as one of the paper thin hares, which is basically the ghost of a rabbit that functions as an occasional guide for our pcs. Also the Lindworm, notable Stranger TMA Ass Bitch, has his skin and very probably would bring that out to puppet around but we never actually played the game so technically that didn’t happen.

Anyway. Here’s the music video.

Also there’s a post-canon au where after Laertes comes out of the lake he winds up hitching his boat up to the hitchhiker’s motorcycle and they have a Weird Gay Road-trip about it and Hareatio judges them so hard but like. Glass houses.