#like im not saying confidence in yourself and knowing you're worth wanting is bad. its just that we all know this girl isnt sincere.

[snekdood]

im probably not the best person to say this given the way ppl see me on here but like... @ some cis women... who is blowing smoke up your ass this much that you think you can do this shit and that you’ll actually find “the perfect dude” bc i promise going on social media to find lonely desperate simpy dudes who are so insecure they need the validation of some woman whos a stranger online to feel like they’re worth something in the moment? i’m sorry but you and i both know you’re never gonna find That Dude, especially not this way. how in tf do you think you’re so worth it to do this shit like sdjbsdj these dudes need to stop fawning over women who are like this bc the truth is they don’t even want to actually date people, a lot of women like this just go on dating sites or whatever to ALSO just validate themselves. they need to know or tell themselves men are chasing after them so they can forever continue disregarding them and forever continue to simp after that one celebrity she’ll never get an inch close to fucking let alone date.

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

Hello! Firstly I wanted to say that I'm an old fan since your overwatch days and I've always admired how much depth you're giving all the characters and relationships you touch! I'm talking like, mariana trench DEPTHS. And how confident you seem about just doing the things you enjoy and exploring the themes you want? I really respect that.

I'm having a bit of an art crisis recently and I was wondering If you could offer some advice?

I'm thinking about self-indulgence in art, particularly fanart. I like to dive in deep to expand on characters, I find it as enjoyable as creating my own work. But I fear of people getting angry at me for latching onto these characters, thay they'll say the original work wasn't THAT deep, or that I'm completely wrong or cringe or whatever. And I don't care about being right or anything, I just want to have fun here and tell my little stories? :( The fear is making me keep the work to myself and I don't know what to do. Would it be better to just enjoy it on my own?

Your blog really is goals when it comes to that, so I'll respect your opinion a lot. Thank you for your time!

holy moly thank you so much for your sincerity first of all!! Second, this is making me misty eyed ngl!! I have alot to say about this so i shall put it under a read more bc im gonna ramble

If someone cares about you fixating on your fave characters, then they're usually the fucking weirdos in this situation if they dont just block you and move on. I LOVE making shit up about my faves like i have a modern au hc that kakashi and gai are ddr competition rivals and i gave yeehan 7 dogs just for funsies!! we were in the trenches in early overwatch making up our own lore bc there was none and it was so fun

I've always been like that now that i look back bc when i first started uploading my shitty ms paint fanart on deviant art in like 2006(naruto funnily enough we've come full circle) i was still drawing cringey shit /I/ wanted to see. I don't agree with almost all of it today, but i remember the fun i had while making it, and that's really the trick. Drawing what you personally want to see then people can come and go audience wise. If they like it, they like it, if they dont? oh well! There's people who still follow me from when i was 14 and i follow them even tho we're in completely different spaces now.

The fanart part i vibe with personally bc im really bad at coming up with totally original work and premises. i much prefer having pre-established rules and worlds to work with (plus the characters i love getting massacred in the writing i HAVE to save them)

Just existing online will garner you mean comments or asks, and my best advice is its not worth it to take the bait even if its absolutely absurd and wrong, i just block and go now, and im much happier :) this all being, of course, as long as what you're doing isnt harmful, bc even with good intentions, you'll mess up/blunder eventually. If the heat gets too much for you, no one will judge you for withdrawing your art from social media. thats a perfectly safe thing to do to keep it for yourself.

As an adult, shits not that serious im 28 drawing naruto fanart bc it makes me happy after a long day of work, so have fun!! art's supposed to be fun don't let the fear win i love sharing my art with strangers on the internet!! Hope this made any sense at all and I wish you the best, my friend!!! If you ever wanna dm me, feel free

[phdmama]

im not sure if this is the right place to ask this but do you have any advice about writing or posting fic after nearly a decade? the last time i posted fic it was a very different fandom and i was 13 ish. what i am struggling with specifically is that last time i wasnt really thinking about including themes or accurate characterisations etc. and the new fandom i want to write in is much smaller and has some incredible writers. the prose is so good with incredible diction, different styles and literary techniques.

so essentially i've stalled because im so focused on trying to incorporate these things that i just end up not writing anything. i think its also a general lack of confidence maybe?

thank you :)

Hi pal! Sorry it took me so long to answer you - I spent yesterday shoveling and today at work!!

I feel like there are maybe two different things in your ask here? There's the issue of writing (especially in a new fandom) and then there's the issue of posting and wanting people to actually read your stuff!

I know this is such a cliche but I really do actually believe this, which is - when it comes to writing, YOUR VOICE MATTERS! Sure you can absolutely emulate the work you're loving (and there's nothing wrong with that! I've certainly done it, I think a lot of us have, especially in the beginning), but it sounds like you're maybe forgetting the most important part. Which is this, in my opinion. Your story is valuable because it's YOURS. No one else can tell it. That's where all the stuff about "write what you want, for you" comes in.

What would you write if you could let go of all of the expectations you're burdening yourself with, to live up to other people's writing, and just let yourself write?

In part - it's so much easier to edit than it is to write (at least that's true for me, my fellow writers, PLEASE feel free to add on to this). The first draft is just for getting it out of your head - from there, you can focus on the craft part of it (if you want to!), really honing your narrative and characterizations and whatnot. But write the first draft and let it be ugly.

In terms of breaking into a new fandom, especially a small one, well. I dunno, but for me, I do love some very rare pairs and when I find something new, I get really excited! So I'm betting there's an audience for your work - it might be small, but dang, I bet it's enthusiastic.

For connecting with people, well. @allwaswell16 has really great enthusiasm for self-promotion (and I'm so bad at it, but she's NOT wrong) - write your fic, make a fic post, post it and reblog it. Tag it!

I know for me, I'm probably too shy to reach out to people and say hey! pls read my fic? But if you haven't made some fandom connections as like, a fan, that might be worth doing as well - not to get people to read your work, but to have other fans to celebrate with! I've made some incredible friends simply by shrieking in the comments on the fics and then stalking them on Tumblr to yell at them some more about how much I love their work. (All in complete sincerity too.)

I am pretty bad at Discord and writers groups and stuff, but maybe there are people there to connect with as well?

And like, a thing I want to be really clear about is, it's 100% okay (and like, super normal?? I think??) to *want* people to read your stuff! I write for me, I share it because I want other people to like it too. it does take time to build up those connections usually, but again, I'm guessing that people who love that pairing are going to be excited for someone who's excited to join in.

Anyway, just some off the top of my head rambling - please please feel free to come back if I can be of any other support? xox

[bellafragolina]

Hello!

I was wondering if you would be willing to write (if you havent already if so i am so sorry)

An afab! Autisc reader x meli who tends to info dump on him about books they are reading qnd he takes it in stride, with some tsun tsun comments bc haha tall pretty boy cannot emotion properly lmao, and then one day the reader comes and is very sad and quiet due to the village konda just... bad mouthing them bc of their special interest and how they only talk about the books so they just become recluse, but he gets mad and tells them to talk about the books bc he likes hearing them?

(Gosh this is a mouthful im so sorry-)

Hello, love! I will admit to you that since I myself am not autistic, I'm not entirely confident in myself to give a totally accurate portrayal, but I will strive to do my best for you! If you don't like anything about this, please tell me! I'll happily fix it so it's something you enjoy

🍓🍓🍓

You were Melli's soft spot. Something about how softly you spoke, yet when it came to the books you'd carry around, you could speak for hours, voice growing with excitement and happiness. . . something about it melted the icy wall around Melli's heart.

He would sit with you in Moonview Arena, Lord Electrode happily resting nearby, and listen to you talk. You had so much to say, so many ideas in your head. He liked your voice, hearing the words spill out of you. He liked how it changed depending on your mood or feelings. He could easily tell whenever you disliked something within your story, or when a character did something you disagreed with

Melli, of course, didn't want you knowing about his soft spot. So he would tease you lightly. He'd call you a book wurmple, wrinkle his nose at the title of your books before demanding you tell him why its so great. Every book you've let him borrow was treated with great care, and given back to you in good condition, with a few of Melli's own opinions attached.

You two would sometimes discuss your books, should you both have read them. You actually liked hearing his opinions and ideas, and though sometimes you argued, you never disregarded him or his feelings. It's partly what pushed from from liking to loving you

So imagine his anger when he arrived at the village for your festival celebration to find you alone, far away from the festivities. He already knew what had you so down, having heard the whispers on his way over. Part of the reason it took him so long to reach you was because he was busy yelling at anyone who had a negative word to say. You were hurting no one, in fact, you saved everyone, so how dare they speak that way of you?

Melli sat at your side, and asked about the book you were holding. You just held it to your chest and murmured about not wanting to annoy him, and his anger grew tenfold. He almost marched off to start yelling again, but forced himself to stay calm for you

He threw aside his own nerves to tell you that you are great, you're a hero, and you are free to speak and do as you please. Those who mind aren't worth your time. The only opinion you should care about is his, for he's the Great Melli, and you're the great hero.

He loves you too much to see you shut yourself down for some snooty villagers.

You smiled at him, showed him your book, and shyly told him it was a love story. Melli smiled in return, and happily settled in for your thoughts on the tale, and how sweet it was that the love interest always somehow knew what to say to make the character feel great <3

🍓🍓🍓

I hope this works! Like I said, if it doesn't, let me know, and I'll fix what needs fixing!

I hope you're having a wonderful day, love!

~Renee

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

tw: arguing, possible toxic relationship nothing too specific just witnessing stuff that has a high chance of turning very toxic

i really need some advice on what to do, my brothers girlfriend has recently moved in and he treats her terribly. ive only heard a few things like them arguing but its become more frequent and shes only been living her for about a week now. i know how my brother can be and its really awful and i feel like i cant just sit here and let him treat her terribly. the thing is i dont really know her and we havent talked much, also they havent been dating that long at all so i feel like its still in the “honeymoon phase” and i dont want to overstep anything. i told my mom hes really rude to her and im hoping she’ll say something to either one of them but i feel like i cant just sit back and let him do that especially knowing how awful he can get and im worried for her. i dont want to come off weird or anything either and i have very bad social anxiety so my conversation skills are very bad. im just not sure what to do i think asking my mom to say anything if she hasnt by the time i talk to her might be a good start but i dont know my parents, specifically my dad tends to turn a blind eye to his behavior. i just want to make sure she, even if she doesnt listen to me has a warning for the future but i just dont feel comfortable sitting back and letting him treat her like this especially since this is all in the first week.

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry to hear about what's been happening. I don't think that expressing your concern would be overstepping at all, in fact she may greatly appreciate you stepping in and speaking up and that could be worth the risk that she may tell you it's not your business.

I know you said your conversation skills are poor, but having a talk with either of them might be the best course of action, and perhaps writing out what you want to say ahead of time can give you some confidence going into it. I would suggest finding some time to talk to her without your brother present and ask how she feels about the things you've been witnessing. You could tell her that this hasn't been sitting right with you and that you're there to support her. If you feel it's appropriate you could give her some resources like National Domestic Violence Hotline, OneLove, love is respect, or National Coalition Against Domestic Violence. You could even gently suggest she look into a DV shelter if she feels she needs to escape to safety or notify the police if she wants. But if someone is in an abusive relationship, it's most important to give her the choice to not accept any of these. And even if she rejects your help, it's better to have tried than not.

Getting your mom involved could be helpful, but it may be unhelpful as well (she may not do anything, she may escalate the situation, depending on the kind of person she is). You could try expressing to your brother that you feel unsafe in your own home with the tension. I don't know if the place is yours, but if so, you could either ask them to leave or leave yourself if you have somewhere else you could stay.

If anyone has any other suggestions, please feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, please let us know if you need anything, and feel free to keep us updated.

-Bun

[eevyerndracaneon]

Hey, I don't mean to intrude or anything, being a stranger on the internet and all. Don't feel the need to answer this ask or anything but, I just hope you can hear me out and maybe something I say can help a bit... I've seen some of your posts today, I'm sorry you're going through the ringer. I've got a good couple of friends who deal with the very similar struggles and whatnot, so I just wanted to say pretty much what I always tell them regarding some of what you're feeling. I dunno your specific situation, and I know a lot of things are way more difficult to just outright fix than some people will say it is, so I'll keep this more general. And some of what I will say you might already know, but I feel they bear repeating. First off, your worth as a person is not tied to your ability to make money, or work a job or anything like that. You are a person, and that makes you valuable. No person or thing can ever take that from you. Second, never feel bad about wanting to interact with your friends and loved ones. Even if you're in a bad mood, I'm sure they'd love to spend time with you. Social needs are just as important as any other need, so do not feel guilty of them, and don't hole yourself up if that's not what you need right now. A friend of mine (and I do also to an extent) does this all the time and after they always reflect that it only hurt them.

Third, I'm sorry about whatever issues you're dealing with, with family or otherwise, I know how difficult that can be. There are no easy solutions, but, like, you just gotta keep carrying on, you know? Even if there's no option out today, there might be one down the road. On a lighter note, I think your art style is charming! I think you could get some commission work if that's something you wanted to do, it's less on your skill and more on confidence and a bit of luck, I think. Even if today sucks, it doesn't define you tomorrow and not all days will be like this. None of what you're going through defines you or your worth as a person. You've got this, and your friends and loved ones have your back. Keep on being you, A concerned stranger

ah right i did vent really hard on here huh, thanks for sending this out-

i've been vague overall with my posts bc im just going thru it today so some of what you've said doesn't apply but i can't fault you for it, since i didn't rly explain anything

i've tried for a few years now to have art as a job that i could maybe help pay for rent with if i ever moved out, but i just didn't get enough comms to even get to that point. u-u i'd LOVE to just draw for money but it just didn't rly work out the way i expected. maybe i'll give it another shot, i dunno (I'd have to increase my prices again for 2023....)

the house i live in rn is the one belonging to my partner's family. so i live with my partner. my boyfriend is long distance (i'm polyam if that hasn't come across with some of my posts) and i desperately wish i could live with him as well. my partner's family is amiable, but not exactly super friendly or welcoming. especially not if i was openly trans. (they have a trans daughter but refuse to treat her with respect so she cut herself out of their life years ago) my life is kinda trapped in my partner's room, in a corner, so i really don't feel like i have a home. it sucks, but at least im surviving and have a roof over my head and food to eat and warmth in the cold and cool in the heat.

you're completely right on the social front. i think a lot of us forget this. my boyfriend and a friend of mine both reached out to me an hour or so ago bc they were worried abt how i wasnt around like, at all, and i basically got the same thing from them. "its okay to be around, we can try cheering you up"

and finally the big one. i understand capitalism is trash for making us all think we need to make money to deserve life. i hate that i need to make money to be able to live on my own. luckily im not sitting here thinking im worthless solely bc i cant get a job or make money. but i need money to get a place to live in on my own, apartments need rent, houses need mortgage payments, and then food and bills and all that crap. i need a job for that to get pulled off. and i've been trying to get a job! i've been applying to places since the beginning of december! but no place has accepted me. i've gotten like three interviews. nothing else. its just really infuriating. all of my friends, even my boyfriend, are getting new opportunities, new places to live, new goals new motivations new everything. and im just kinda stuck.

today was really hard. all of these feelings welled up over the past half a year and i think just finally crushed me into the dirt today.

so its just kind of a sad day. im doing what i can now to make it better even if only by a little bit. but oof.

thank you anon for popping in and checking up on me, it means a lot <3

[hugheshugs]

apologies and confessions | q. hughes

part 1

prompt: #88 — "i don't know who you think i am but im not leaving."

summary: quinn apologies for being a jerk and tells you something you weren't expecting.

pairing: quinn x sad!reader

word count: 1.8k

taglist: @heatabovejakey @idfan21

note: my taglist is in my nav if u wanna be added !!

the following monday, you sit in the conference room again — this time with the door closed. you aren't in the mood to see any canucks, especially not the one who chewed on your fragile little heart and spat it out like tobacco. you know people have noticed that you aren't acting your usual self but you can't find it in you to care. you've been trying your hardest to move on from quinn and it's been taking up your mind.

even though he's the reason you're a moping mess, you can't find it in yourself to stir up any animosity towards him. you try your best to hate him, to rage at the mere thought of him — but you can't. you don't want to feel that way either, never mind the fact that you know you should.

you're still just as in love with him as you were before and you know it's only going to get worse. the sadness you feel will last a century but the happiness he makes you feel will last an eternity. this'll pass like a storm, and soon the sun will clear things up. at least, you hope it will.

you haven't been able to think about anything other than quinn since you entered the arena. your heart pounds anxiously for reasons you don't understand and your movements are shaky because of your distorted mind.

a knock on the door is what pulls your attention away from the attractive man on instagram, who you were staring at to get over quinn, but he didn't measure up to quinn's beauty. you lift your head up the moment the person walks in and shuts the door behind him, and any remaining bit of confidence leaves your body.

"what do you want?" you ask quietly.

quinn stays quiet as he shuffles to you, now standing in front of the table. his eyes look puffy and worry takes over your body. you wonder what happened and why he's upset.

"you're sad," he frowns, brows knitting as a small pout makes its way onto his face.

you blink in confusion. why does he care?

"no.. no i'm not," you say in a small voice.

"you are. you're not wearing a dress and your face is swollen," he points out.

"okay, and you're pointing this out because?" your voice trails, wanting him to get to the point. if he's going to attack you, he better do it quick. your heart feels heavy just from seeing him in front of you and you don't know how long it'll be before you break.

quinn sighs, plopping onto the spinny chair beside you and dragging his hands across his face, pulling his eyelids down.

you laugh lightly at the sight but stop when he glares at you. he still hates you. you don't fake a smile this time, not having the energy or will to put on a facade.

"are you okay, quinn? do you need help with something?" you break the silence. it's weird that he's sitting with you and isn't trying to bruise your self esteem.

you feel heat rush up your neck from the fact that he willingly came to you for a still unknown reason, but you try your best to ignore it. it's pathetic that you're getting excited just because he isn't being mean to you and you know it. so much for getting over him.

"no, i don't need help with anything," he leans his elbows on the table and looks at you seriously. "i just want to apologize."

"for what?" you ask confused. you don't even think for a second that he feels bad about everything he did that night.

"what i did at the party.. and everything before that. for being a jerk," he mumbles a bit shyly, now letting his arms rest on the table and playing with his fingers.

you're stunned. you don't believe that he's actually apologizing. why would he apologize? why would he feel bad when he hates you so much? you know he's sincere by the way his eyes never meet yours. quinn hughes is a confident guy so this is a sight worth appreciating. it almost makes you upset that you're making him this nervous.

"i was way out of line. i shouldn't have said what i said and i shouldn't have lied to that guy about you having STDs, even though it was kinda funny," he admits, finding the bracelet on his wrist far more interesting than you.

you admit, it was funny, but doubt wells up in the pit of your stomach, knowing there's no way this is happening right now. never in a million years would you have thought quinn hughes would apologize for something like this.

"you don't have to lie.. did someone put you up to this, is petey here?" you look around, trying to find someone who's spying on you both.

"no, no one's here, i just feel really bad. i'm sorry. i'll do whatever i can to make it up to you," he says, his eyes almost turning glossy.

something isn't adding up. you know there's a couple pieces missing to the puzzle and you're determined to find them. your chest aches and tears threaten to spill.

"can i.. can i say something?" you ask, voice straining a bit.

he nods lightly, a pained look in his eyes.

"you can't come in here and expect me to.. to forgive you for what you did," you take a deep breath and look up at him teary eyed.

"since the day i met you, i've done n-nothing but treat you with respect and every ounce of care in my body, then you- you go and tell me how much you hate seeing me h-happy! what the fuck is that?" you ask weakly, salty tears staining your cheeks.

your throat closes up. "you never let me get close to anyone, you i-interrupt my conversations with the guys, you say- say bad things about me whenever i'm around, the list is endless!"

you swallow the lump in your throat and take shallow breaths. his lashes flutter and you can tell he's fighting back tears of his own.

"i didn't mean to—"

"but you did!" you cut him off immediately, voice cracking. "you did, and it hurts so bad."

he bites the inside of his cheek and looks down at the table, the sight of you crying being too much for his heart to take. he knows its all his fault and he hates himself up for it.

"i want to make it up to you," he says shakily.

your bottom lip quivers. "no you don't. you've done enough, quinn. just leave, please."

"i don't know who you think i am but im not leaving," his jaw clenches, eyes reddening.

your heart stops at his words, his slightly aggressive tone of voice catching you off guard. you almost forget you like him. the sight of him looking so weak, letting his guard down, and about to cry nearly makes you angry. how dare he feel bad for the way he's treated you for years on end? how dare he be in pain because of the way he hurt you? it's selfish of him and you know it, so does he.

"why not? you meant what you said. about hating me with every bone in your body and that i make you want to rip your hair out. that i make you want to be a bad person, you said it and you mean it."

he lets out a breath you didn't know he was holding. you see him forming thoughts and struggling to speak, and you think he's trying to soften the blow for you but what slips out of his mouth is far from it.

"no, i don't," he says abruptly. "i didn't mean any of it."

he doesn't give you a moment to take in his words before he speaks again.

"i tried to stop myself from falling for you but that just ended in me falling even harder and hurting your feelings along the way. you deserve better— a lot better than me. being mean to you was just away to push you away but after being the reason you started crying— after seeing you cry because of me, i realized how wrong i was. and now you're crying because of me again and i feel even worse than before. i'm sorry, i really am," quinn reveals croakily, finally looking into your eyes.

he never fails to render you speechless. your throat runs dry and your mouth stays shut as you process what he said. silent tears continue to drip from your eyelids but every negative thought leaves your mind, and the only thing you retain from his rant is that he likes you back.

"i'll do anything you want. i just want to make it up to you," his pleading eyes break your already shattered heart.

you pause, your breath catching in your throat. you don't want him to know you've already forgiven him because there's one thing you need.

"i don't want you to hate me," you tell him slowly.

he crinkles the corners of his eyes. "did you not pay attention to my confession? i don't hate you, i never have."

you want to laugh at his confused expression.

"i don't want you to pretend you hate me," you clarify, making him lean back in his seat. you know he's still planning on pushing away his feelings and you won't let that happen.

he nods slowly and you sniffle, lightly wiping your tears away. you don't have to be sad anymore, now that he's apologized, but you know his words will stick with you for a while.

"i know i hurt you really bad. i'm not proud of the way i acted and i beat myself up for it every night," he shakes his head in thought. "i won't be mean to you anymore, i promise."

"hey, it's okay," you reassure, placing a hand on his. your mind travels back to the day you were sat here with conor in this same position when quinn interrupted you both. you smile lightly at the dramatic change of events.

"if it makes you feel any better, i like you too," you admit quietly.

he perks up at this. "you don't hate me?"

"when have i ever shown you that i hate you?" you ask, both of you already knowing the answer.

a wide grin makes its way onto his face before falling after a moment.

"i know you want to forgive me but i'm not going to let you. i don't deserve it and i need to earn it.. can we start over?" he asks uncertainly.

you nod your head but your mind is filled with confusion. "what do you mean?"

he gives you a small smile before pushing his hand towards you.

"hi, i'm quinn. it's nice to meet you."

your eyes beam with excitement as you reach out to shake his hand.

"i'm y/n. nice to meet you too."

[eternal-armin]

how they would comfort you when you're crying

i am having a difficult time so it's time to self-indulge i apologize for mispellings and bad grammar, i am very tired and formatting is surprisingly exhausting x

characters included: jean, sasha, armin, levi, hange, mikasa, erwin

*＊✿❀　jean　❀✿＊*

*:✼✿ not good with emotions *:✼✿ like at all *:✼✿ but he knows you well enough to know what you need and what would make you happy *:✼✿ so he stays near you and hugs you, talks to you, and reassures you. no matter what's troubling he will do his best to be sure that you know everything will be okay *:✼✿ you like his humming (even though he hates it) so he will hum your favorite songs and even make up songs *:✼✿ will make you laugh as much as he can *:✼✿ will not stop his attempts until you feel better *:✼✿ even if it means staying up all night helping you through your darkest griefs, he will willingly spend every second by your side and wide awake *:✼✿ very affectionate, better at physically showing his love for you honestly *:✼✿ still tries his best verbally *:✼✿ you always end up feeling better, no matter how long it takes *:✼✿ "i promise, i'll always protect you. you're never going to feel this bad again. you are so strong for being able to get through this, and i'm proud of you for asking for my help."

*＊✿❀　sasha　❀✿＊*

*:✼✿ gets incredibly nervous, like "oh god, oh god you're crying uH" and tries her frazzled best for a few seconds *:✼✿ hugs you tight and reassures you, petting your hair *:✼✿ lets you cry into her shoulder as hard as you need *:✼✿ offers you everything under the sun to see what would make you feel better *:✼✿ cuddly and excessively affectionate, listens to you as you speak with the patience of a saint *:✼✿ cradles you and rocks you back and forth *:✼✿ brings you food and water and tea and whatever else she can scrounge/steal *:✼✿ makes sure that you're healthy and doesn't leave you alone *:✼✿ literally so kind and sweet *cries* *:✼✿ tells you just how much you're worth, how much you're loved, how strong you are, and it makes you cry more tbh *:✼✿ she tries joking around but if it doesn't work, she lets it go *:✼✿ cuddles you if you want, doesnt touch you if you need, but will never leave you alone for too long

*＊✿❀　armin　❀✿＊*

*:✼✿ immediately asks you if you're okay after seeing you cry *:✼✿ when you break down, he hugs you and (though he won't admit it) cries with you *:✼✿ has a tender one-sided conversation with you until you're able to talk with him *:✼✿ a genuine talk about how you're feeling, why, and what you can do to help- and also what he can do to support you *:✼✿ talking with him is really helpful, but he also hugs you throughout it all, gives you physical affirmations as well as verbal *:✼✿ he knows what its like to feel so horrible about your life and yourself, he is so empathetic and gentle about it *:✼✿ a few moments are spent in peaceful silence. even if it feels hollow, its comforting *:✼✿ he lets you rest your head on his shoulder *:✼✿ brings you anything you need when you ask *:✼✿ promises you the sun and moon if it means you'll smile

*＊✿❀　levi　❀✿＊*

*:✼✿ seriously bad with feelings *:✼✿ like at first he's completely apathetic *:✼✿ then he gets actually worried after seeing how badly its affecting you *:✼✿ provides the best comfort he can give, talks with you, hugs you, whispers affirmations *:✼✿ if it's a person who was bugging you he'll probably commit homicide *:✼✿ if it's not, he will do everything he can legally do to get it fixed *:✼✿ including going to shitty glasses *:✼✿ but if it's an emotional thing, he'll first ask you what you need *:✼✿ and levi will provide you with anything under the sun (exceptthethingsonthetopshelf) *:✼✿ im allowed to make that joke im 5'1 *:✼✿ he gets as affectionate as levi ackerman can possibly get *:✼✿ will leave you with someone you both trust if he needs to leave, for instance to commit homicide

*＊✿❀　hange　❀✿＊*

*:✼✿ immediately fauning over you the moment they see your eyes tearing up *:✼✿ like "PUDDING WHAT IS WRONG WHY ARE YOU CRYING, BABY ARE YOU OKAY???" *:✼✿ they wipe your tears and give you plenty of kisses *:✼✿ hugs you tightly and doesn't let go *:✼✿ will speak at length about random things because they know that silence makes things worse for you *:✼✿ asks you if you need anything like at least fifteen times and brings you things regardless of what you say *:✼✿ mostly food or comfort objects honestly *:✼✿ tries to make you laugh, tells you stories, mostly stories that they know would reinspire your hope *:✼✿ will make tea to help you sleep (if it's at night) *:✼✿ inspires you to use your coping skills *:✼✿ if you want, hange will do them with you

*＊✿❀　mikasa　❀✿＊*

*:✼✿ flurry of emotions at first, from shock and sadness to anger *:✼✿ similarly to levi, would commit homicide for the sake of revenge *:✼✿ sweetly comforts you at first before asking a lot about what happened *:✼✿ cradles you in her lap *:✼✿ lets you wear her sweaters because she knows you love them *:✼✿ keeps calm to keep you calm *:✼✿ and it works; you stop crying soon after going to her *:✼✿ still affectionate and supportive *:✼✿ sympathetic, understanding *:✼✿ suggests things to do that will cheerr you up *:✼✿ but she understands when you dont want to do anything besides exist because everything else is too much *:✼✿ if and when she feels okay about leaving you with someone else (rare) or alone (p much never) she will commit physical violence against the person who hurt you. unless you specifically tell her not to

*＊✿❀　erwin　❀✿＊*

*:✼✿ kind of shocked to see someone usually so strong so broken down *:✼✿ holds your hands and lets you cry *:✼✿ he knows how important it is to cry sometimes *:✼✿ gently talks with you about what's wrong *:✼✿ he comforts and reassures you all throughout what you say *:✼✿ inspires confidence in your talking *:✼✿ he makes you feel strong and justified in your feelings *:✼✿ provides physical comfort as you boh figure out good solutions *:✼✿ if its emotional then he'll work with you to do coping skills *:✼✿ talks about how proud he is of you, whether you feel like you deserve it or not *:✼✿ you WILL feel like you deserve it *:✼✿ that is a threat.

[theambitiouswoman]

Heeeey chicken.

Can you share some advice on how to spend money without feeling guilty!

I am consciously powering through feelings of unworthiness with self love, compassion and empathy. Every time I buy groceries, I remember to feel wholly grateful and super blessed to have the ability to do so. But thoughts - like, “you’re spending too much!”, “you don’t need almonds and dates”, “just buy the cheapest (milk, tea, whatever) - often come up for me.

Groceries are slightly easier for me to power through because I know how important it is to nourish and respect our bodies with goodness. But with things less “important”, like clothes or jewellery, I find it impossible to buy something unless I really need it.

I understand that we attract things into our lives based on our levels of self worth, and abundance needs to be practiced in order to truly flourish. But, I need some help!

Thank you.💜

you deserve it.

that's how you do it without feeling guilty. knowing you deserve it. if you find yourself feeling bad for spending money, most of the time its because you might just be surrounded by people who cant spend the money the way you would. there for, you feel bad.

i don't believe in throwing away money but i do believe that you deserve anything you want and you work hard for it. why limit yourself from buying almond milk if you can afford it. and you like it? duh. why would you buy something you don't enjoy because you feel bad? no one is going to give you an award for holding yourself back or watering yourself down.

lets say its your family making you feel bad about spending money on almond milk and now you feel bad about it. why dont you also buy them something you know they would like but cant afford.

im very into family and i believe that the first people you should share abundance with is them. i see alot of people make a little money and spend money on all these things, and leave their family on the back burner. i bought my dad a car before i bought myself my car. i couldnt even think of spending all this money on myself and not take care of my parents. it was actually never an option.

the cool thing about abundance is that once your cup is full, you can pour on to others. and thats such a different approach than it coming from a place of guilt. especially a limiting guilt.

you're right when you live a life of abundance, you attract abundance because its the reality that you create for yourself. that's why i always tell people to hang out in places that they aspire to be in. where the people they aspire to look like, or be, are. if you start hanging out with people more successful than you, you are bound to be successful too. you exposed yourself to that reality and are now in the same realm of confidence, knowledge and opportunity.

i'm not big on spending money on a lot of material things unless i REALLY love it. i think material things are a waste of money. however when i want something, i wont think twice about getting it.

start living the life you dream of. don't hold yourself back or water yourself down just so others can feel comfortable. i don't come from money myself. at all. and i once felt the same guilt about spending money. so i made more money so that i wouldn't feel bad anymore.

living a limited life, only limits you.

[the-mf-bread-babies]

loneliness </\///\|/3

a fic by rocco wulfram north, m.d.

(found that name on hardcore baby names)

–chmapter jop–

before the tríp

It was a normal day for the Skullsmashers: go to somewhere, kill people, be gay, sleep, get brunch. Right now was the first part of their daily routine, and they were getting ready for it.

“holy fuck nova could you hurry the shit up i have to brush my fucking teeth you bitch” Ace hissed, knocking repeatedly on the bathroom door. “Fuck You. I'm Going To Go To Hell Itself” Nova gargled back, mouth full of mouthwash. More banging was heard; the door had seen better days.

Several feet away was Jake, all dressed up and ready to go, waiting for the others to get ready. He sat on the couch gayly in the living room down the hall, scrolling through Apocalypse Twitter. ‘every day i throw down an unpeeled boiled egg from the rooftop to simulate fear and unreadiness’ he read, a tweet from Orc's account. What the fuck. Classic Orc.

“ah fuck !! am i late !!” Jake turned around to see Damon panicking and counting the daggers in his pockets. “no no not at all. i just get ready really quickly to throw everyone into a state of disarray” Jake replied in an honest, monotone voice. “come sit down”

Damon sat down nervously next to his captain, knowing he'll ask him for Bambi on the PS2 now. “look. look at them those dumbshits” Jake uttered, pointing to Ace and Nova arguing. “those little bastards are completely unaware that ive put a fake cockroach puppet in the mirror. watch now” he added, pulling out a cheap remote control and pressing a button.

*sound of glass breaking* Jake sighed. “okay maybe that wasn't really the best idea” Nova screamed, running out of the bathroom and confusing Ace. “Fucking Roach!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she yelled, already too far away from them to be heard clearly. “huh. well okay then!” Ace grinned, going into the bathroom.

“i'll guard. you do your thing okay? :-)” Damon said to Jake, smiling mischievously. Jake's heart skipped a beat as he was suddenly flustered by the killer's action. «oh god, shit's just gonna get more complicated from here» he thought, staring into nothingness.

Damon braced himself against the bathroom door, eager to hear Ace's chaotic screaming. “ready ??” Damon asked, sending Jake back to the real world. “hhuh??????? oh yea right” he mumbled before beginning to control the cockroach with the remote. “this shit cost me like 200 bucks so it better be worth it”

HOLY MOTHER OF

F U C K

JAKE JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

WHAT THE S H IT DUDE

ace will remember this.

Jake cackled loudly, rolling on the floor and hitting the table with his fist. “LMAOOOOK FUCK YOUUU” he yelled, angering Ace even more. “I WILL GODDAMN SKIN UOUR FUCKIGN ISTINEDSTINES OLD MAN I SWEAR TKC FUCKF” they yelled back, pushing the door repeatedly. “IM GOIND TO FUCKIGN DIR HERE YOU BITCH”

“ah . ace ? could you move a little please ? i'm trying to get in ?” Damon said annoyingly kindly, making Ace jab a fake knife through the space between the door and the doorway. “THIS IS THE BEST FUCKIGN KNIFE I HAVE ON ME RIGT NOW BUT PLEADR JSUT FUCK O F F”

“hm ... i'll have to check in with the blacksmith today to know what this one's worth... possibly rusted here, though.... could also just be dirt tho.....” Damon mumbled, examining the knife. “FUCKING HEL P” Ace yelled in distress, his breath seeping through the door. “ace. brush your fucking teeth that's disgusting.”

“IM FUCKIF D TRYINF THERES JUST A FUCKGIFN ROSCH HEREERF” Ace explained fearfully, trying their best to get some pity from the other. “a what ?? don't think we have those here” “A FUCKIFN COKROSKC” “corrosion ???? how bad” “FUCK YOU A GODDMAND COKCROACH” “girls?? what?? are they milfs??” “HOW THEE DFUCKDB DID YEOU HEAR FTHAY WHATS DUCUNESKRHI”

Jake's hand slapped against Damon's shoulder as a way of saying thanks. “good work out there soldier. us skullsmashers really need someone like you damon” He said confidently, disguising his flirting as a compliment. “cool !! you too man !!” The shorter man replied, completely unaware of the flirting and continuing to yearn for the mutual love between him and Jake. fuckin idiots lmao

“alrighty fuckers, let's move!”

Rachel's voice sent Ace and Nova into a panic, making them scram to look for their weapons and equipment. “Got everything ya need? W'ain't makin' any stops; tryin'a save fuel.” Shaw asked, leaning against the wall at the entrance menacingly. “When the fuck did you even come here.” Dennis asked in surprise, carrying suitcases. “Hmph. Man never tells his secrets, young man.” She replied, tilting her cowboy hat. “What…”

Aaron was sitting peacefully in the trunk of a pickup truck they had, only to be met by a large backpack to the face. “ah!!!!!!!! very sorry!!!!!!! we'll be going in separate vehicles, and trunk space is very much needed!!!!!!!!” Whitney said, apologizing. “Ah. Well. O-okay then.” Aaron stuttered out, holding back tears from the painful impact the backpack had. Pretty sure he'll get a bruise from that.

Henderson and Rachel were waiting in the front seats of yet another pickup truck. To pass the time, they took very cringey pictures of each other pretending to be on Cowboy TikTok™. “Do one where you're pregnant with the truck's baby!” Henderson suggested, making Rachel flip the bird at her but begrudgingly agreeing with her stupid idea. “i literally would skin you alive.” She spat out, putting a pumpkin inside her shirt. “That's… literally so sexy, babe.” Henderson replied back, taking more pictures.

Meanwhile, Andre was busy explaining to Cyprus, who was in a small glass jar, that forcibly entering Damon's bloodstream and mutilating his entire body was not very nice, with Orc and Sarah judging. “YES BUT UNLIMITED POWER COULD BE RIGHT IN OUR HANDS ANDRE” “That'd very mean of you to do, and could actually probably kill you too in the process.” he explained to deaf ears. Well, technically no ears. Yet. “CYPRUS I KNOW IT SOUNDS STUPID BUT YOU COULD LITERALLY DO THE SAME BUT LIKE IN AN ELEPHANTS BODY DUDE” Orc suggested, only to be ignored. “cmon cyprus just pleaaaaase dont kill ppl ok”

Jake looked outside, then back at Damon. “well guess its time to move!” “yea ... but at what cost.” Damon replied confusingly, making a sad face. “did you know today is…” he started, then regretted saying anything. “nvm…” He turned away from the punk, sniffling and walking to Dennis and Aaron.

“damon” “??” Jake asked quietly, craning his neck a little before making the decision to leave the new recruit alone. Instead, he joined Henderson and Rachel in their odd activities.

“hey guys. i fucking miss sans.” Damon confessed, taking a seat next to Dennis. “My nose is bleeding.” Aaron pointed out. “ok. today's sunday. and you Know what That Means… Meant,” The boy continued, facing the ground. “Kanye West he…” Dennis began (begun???? idk). “… liked.” Aaron continued, also affected emotionally by the departure of not only Sans, but Komaeda too.

Jake stared longingly at the family, wishing he was a part of it too. He truly felt Ariel Little Mermaid's desire to become human. Seven Vagánias… that was a risk he was willing to take for him. He would shave his eyebrows off for that man, and he just might do it right now.

“Jake? Don't do that. Please don't fucking do that.” Henderson suddenly interrupted, surprising Jake. “do what” Henderson squinted her eyes, giving Jake a suspicious look. “That's the face you make when you want to do silly things…” She pointed out.

“You had that when you almost electrocuted yourself at that stable, you had that when you threw the dart at Scoran, you had that when you glued Marcus and Reese–” “OKAY OKAY I GET IT IM A DUMMY SILLY LITTLE BITCH BOY OK”

Rachel put the pumpkin back on the ground and went to the two friends, curious to know what the quarrel was about. “what's poppin gayboy!” She loudly asked, slapping Jake's forearm strongly. “i am in peril and shaking and crying” “daddy issues” “yget?” He explained, gesturing towards the Russells.

“ah. please clarify what kind.” Rachel said, knowing Jake has a very questionable taste for fictional middle-aged men, such as Sigma Overwatch and the guy from the cowboy game. “the fuckin. family one rachel” “look at em just vibing and simply being gay”

Rachel and Henderson gave eachother a look that questioned whether Damon and Jake were going to be a thing or not, since Jake's technically still with Andre. “Considering the fact that they adopted Damon, they could probably also adopt you if you wanted to.” Henderson suggested, knowing Jake wouldn't like this and would stupidly unknowingly accidentally confess his love for Damon to them both right then and there.

“what?????” “ew no thatd be fuckin incest or some shit what the fuck” Jake said, being grossed out. “what would be the incestuous part, jacon. we did not say or hint at anything related to incest.” Rachel asked, making Jake's hair stand up in panic. “fuCKIN NOTHING DUH” “BUT LIKE YKNOW I GET CRUSHES REALLY EASILY YEA??????” Jake explained weirdly.

“So there's a new one right now, huh…” Henderson asked… feeling like she was in Ace Attorney. “no!!!! no wait” “well yea– no.. but i–” “fuck You but yes” Jake grumbled. “ah no, we won't tell, obviously. it was just getting way too obvious, so we just wanted to hear it from both sides.” “WH” Rachel said mysteriously, getting into the driver's seat of the pickup truck. “okay guys let's go!!” She yelled out, starting the engine. “THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN??????” “BOTH SIDES???”

chapter dos

two four trucks

The journey to god knows fuckin where idk didn't plan i guess a fuckin cabin or smth idk was long and torturous, especially when Rachel said that cryptic-ass thing before going. What the fuck was that supposed to mean, bro.

sudden interlude for seating arrangements !!

truck 1: Henderson, rachel, whitney, CYPRUS

truck 2: jake, damon, marge, Andre, Aaron

truck 3: ace, Nova, Dennis

truck 4: sarah, ORC, Shaw, viper

truck two.

Jake awkwardly patted Marge's head in the backseat of the truck, avoiding eye contact with Damon and Andre. Of course he had to go on a three-day trip in the same car with his ex, his crush, AND his crush's father. God, he was pretty sure this was the lab rats' doing.

“cows.” Damon pointed outside, earning Andre's attention. “Holy– what are those?” He asked, taking his sunglasses off to admire the beautiful little cows. “Cows… we drink their milk and wear their skin as jackets…” Aaron explained, his eyes drifting from the road momentarily. “They can have best friends and stuff. Really nice guys. Also, they're expensive as hell.”

“Y–You do what. Their skin??” Andre asked, his voice a pitch higher than usual. “yeah and we rate them based on which layer it is. also, like their meat, expensive as hell. but still very cool.” Damon said, confusing Andre even more. “they also give us cheese and ice cream and whipped cream and stuff. underrated little babies. they deserve better.” “they also have nose rings which are punk as hell–”

“Wait, why the nose– cheese?! Cheese?! AND ice cream??!” Andre asked again, his mind attempting to comprehend the greatness that cows are. “Oh man, you are not ready to hear about pigs.” Aaron said jokingly. “What the fuck are pigs???” “Sausages, ham slices, bacon, lard, leather too, rotisserie–” “aaron please i'm gonna throw up.” “Oh, right. Sorry,”

Jake sat quietly in his seat, just now realising how much of his world Andre's missing. Sure, his world was much cooler, but do they have sheep? Palm trees? Penguins? Thought not, bitch. “andre do you know what a kangaroo is” He asked, breaking his silence like that one YouTuber.

“A what?” “kangaroo. some of them are buff as shit and they move by hopping. they cant hop backwards and they also keep their babies in little pouches attached to them and their bones and guts are exposed on the inside of said pouch. baby kangaroos are about the size of a jellybean, and the adults can box you”

“They what” “yea they're weird as fuck.” “its from australia so” “That sounds fake.” “oh man. wombats bro. quokkas. fuckin drop bears and flying foxes. PLATYPUSES!!!” “wombats poop in cubes and quokkas are always smiling” “Koala bears hold onto tree branches and eat their mom's shit, which is the leaves of said tree branches.” “Please stop what the fuck” “ohoho fucking GEESE” “GET IM JAKE MY NEIGHBOR HAD FUCKIN THREE OF THOSE BITCHES”

truck three.

The three sat silently, with the exception of Dennis, who was swearing at random times. “You call that a fuckin’ turn, old man?! HUH?!!” Ace's shoulders jumped, the sudden exclamations preventing them from sleeping through the trip. “This Is Probably The Last Time We'll See Each Other Alive.” Nova stated calmly. “i slept for like two minutes last night… didn't even get to wear conditioner today. unrelated but just sharing my struggles with you.” Ace said, shifting into a more comfortable sleeping position.

Dennis overheard the two talking, and opted to stay quiet for the rest of the trip, before stumbling across a strange sight. “FROG!!!” he yelled, waking up the duo. “he said fuck! he said the f” Ace yelled out while rubbing their eyes. “Are We Aliven't” Nova asked, stretching. “Sadly, no, but the good news is, I found a frog!” Dennis excitedly said, opening the car door.

“WHAT” “THAT SHITS GONNA POISON US WHAT THE FUCK” Nova yelled out, unfortunately not loud enough for Dennis to hear it. The man kept walking towards the creature that was technically an alien to them, and picked it up with watery hands. “DENNIS YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING KILL US ALL!!!!!!! DENNIS!!!!!!”

“So, you kids know how to handle a frog?” Dennis asked in a wholesome tone, alerting the two even more. “KILL IT KILL IT FUCKING KILL IT” “Oh, are you guys allergic to this little guy? Sorry, I'll put it in the dashboard instead.” “GET ITBOUT WHAT THE FUCK DENNID JESUS” “… Huh?” “POSIOJ DART FOGR” Nova shouted, hiding behind the passenger seat and being pushed by Ace, who was also going to hide there. “BITCH”

Dennis and the frog stared at them in confusion, hearing their horrified screams. “This is… a wood frog… not a poison dart… that one would probably die in this climate…” he explained plainly, his hands gently cupping the newfound friend. “oh. ok” Ace muttered quietly, while Nova maintained an awkward silence. “You can… pat them very softly if you want.” Dennis suggested. “Or spray the shit outta them. That could work too.”

Nova nervously held out her hand to pat the frog, then smiled in succeeding to do so. “Death Quivers Before Me” She said, proceeding to pat it even more. “can i do the spray thing.” Ace asked, their voice quiet as a whisper. “Yeah, sure. Go right ahead.”

*the frog was going to die so technically they didnt like fuck up the ecosystem or smth. do not attempt this irl.

truck four.

“What jolly tunes d'ya have on this here truck. Fellas.” Shaw asked, observing the radio. “uh, really, i don't think it'll be necessary!!!!!” Viper nervously said, only to be ignored. “NONSENSE! ONE'S TASTE IN SHANTIES PROVES TO BE A WINDOW INTO THEIR LIVES.” Orc said wisely, patting them on the shoulder. “i guess that's good advice, but really–”

TWO TRUCKS HAVING SEX. TWO TRUCKS HAVING SEX. MY MUSCLES. MY MUSCLES. INVOLUNTARILY FLEX.

“I SEE. A MATING SONG FOR YOUR SPECIES?” “my truck f### playlist,.,.,.” Viper tried to mute the speaker to no avail as most of the buttons on the control panel were very much broken. “I'm. Very sorry for this, pardner. But this doesn't sound so bad. I could put this in a jukebox…” Shaw consoled, only making them panic more. “im so f#ckig sorry” They said, before smashing the radio with a briefcase.

They all paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. “i have spotify…” Sarah croaked, holding up her phone. “they have lemon demon too, if you want…” She muttered, scrolling through the song choices. “does anyone want to listen to wet a–” “no.” “okay.”

The truck grew even quieter for a while, until Shaw gave a suggestion to pass the time. “Wanna play 20 questions?” “I'll start: how many folks have y'all killed?” Viper gave the assassin a horrified look, confusing her. “I think mine's around 150. No… 145…” She confessed, rubbing her chin. “Wait, or was it 160?”

“like six. do you like girls, and, follow up question, do you also coincidentally like short girls with long hair.” Sarah said without hesitation, stopping Orc from answering the first question. “Yes! I literally have a wife!” Shaw shouted happily, rolling up her sleeves to show Sarah her tattoos. “This one is her setting herself on fire and me getting inspired–” “ah, yes–” “That one was a total cover-up! Previously, it was the names of my exes, all thirteen of them, but now, it's my cat!”

After some time of receiving a bit too much RexShaw lore, Sarah finally got the answer she so desperately needed from Viper. This was the verdict that determines whether she could make a move or not. This answer could change– “i am gay and do not get attracted to women. thank you.” Ah. Back to more hunting. “I am a lesbian! High-five!” Shaw exclaimed.

And finally, the first truck.

truck one.

Loud country music blared in the truck as they drove by the snowy mountains of uhh. Winsnow. Like winter and snow. They had all chosen separate routes in order to cover more land and see if there were any new developments in the area.

“BRANDY!!! FETCH ANOTHER ROUNF!!!!!!” Rachel screeched as she drummed on the dashboard. “AND SHE FJSJS” Henderson kept driving, searching every inch of land for a rest stop to stretch her legs and also listen to something else.

“hendy.” Rachel said, getting her girlfriend's attention. “do you wanna buy that slime that cleans cars and stuff?” Henderson stared into the distance, pondering. “Hm. There's always the possibility of the slime disappearing under mysterious circumstances and turning up in the trash can the next day covered in saliva, so.” Whitney looked away, feeling attacked.

“yeah, that's a problem.” Rachel muttered, her hand instinctually moving to Henderson's. “Please don't crash the car.” She begged, looking sadly at her. “is there a domino's nearby. i heard they have that new peanut butter chocolate lava cake.” Rachel asked, cupping Henderson's face gently.

“Rachel. There's fucking mountains.” Henderson pointed out, gesturing towards their surroundings. “That shit will freeze.” Rachel put her head down in disappointment. “yeah. damn.” “MORE FLESH!!! MORE FLESH!!! MORE FUCKING FLESH!!!”

Oh yeah, Cyprus was here the whole time. “why does the metal say fuck?????” And Whitney too! “MIND YOUR OWN GODDAMN BUSINESS. FLESH NEEDED!” Cyprus yelled out, resembling a hungry toddler on a road trip.

“do you want like a burger or something......” Whitney asked, judging the spirit. “FLESH” “like are you more of a kfc or a mcdonalds guy” “NEED FLESH” She gave the couple a look, one that was kind of undecipherable due to her lack of normal face details like eyebrows, visible pupils, etc.

“So, three peanut butter lava cakes and one meat lover's… what else?” “ah!!!!!! no lava cake for me, i'm on a diet!!!!!! dirt and dirt only!!!!!!!!!!! also fish bones as a treat” Whitney corrected, her eyes searching for a nearby body of water. “Or, we could get Cyprus the fish meat, and Whitney the bones.” “sounds good to me!!!!!!!!” “FLESH”

…

“welcome to domino's! can i get your order?”

“three peanut butter lava cakes, please. that's all. thank you.” Rachel said, her seat switched with Henderson's, who was too nervous to order. “okay but they each take like three hours to make” “what.” “yea you can stop by like the grocery store up ahead” “fuck you for ordering this” “i–” “fuck off”

the grocewy stowe

The truck stopped by the front of the building, Rachel telling them to go in first while she searches for a good parking spot. Much to Henderson's disappointment.

“My lover…” Henderson said with fear in her voice. “it's okay… go along… i… i have to do this for you…” “for you all… i won't forget the good that you've done to me and everyone i've ever known…” “Rach, please don't go, I lo–” “you all are the kindest people… heaven may wait eagerly for you, but as for me, the ground trembles for its latest meal. fresh from the oven, i will enter the furnace…” “why the fuck would they cook you again” “because i'm TOAST!!” “haha”

“Kill Ronald Reagan while you're at it… I forgot which one he is but I'm pretty sure he's a total bitch…” “i will meet you doomguy” “heeeeeeeh” Rachel whined weakly as she slowly drove over to the spot she wanted.

MOTHERFUCKER.

A silver Honda Civic quickly made its way into there, angering the scientist. “not on my watch, fucker.” Rachel muttered, sliding the pickup truck across the road. She slammed her palm onto the car horn, which terrified even a murder of crows.

“huh wonder who that is” “hm anyway which fish do u like ???? :-)”

A woman who seemed to be in her late 40s exited the Honda Civic, throwing a rather large and flashy boa around her neck. “Jesús, ít's cold in hère,” The lady commented, putting on a pair of expensive-looking sunglasses. “Márie, come along, ma cheghhy!” (i forgot how to spell it)

oh, son of a B I T C H .

it's the french lady who smells weird.

Of course, seeing your enemy in any circumstance that wasn't planned was clearly a little scary and will probably be your last day alive, but bumping into them at a Target was kinda… awkward.

Both the hazelnut and the dolphin were less armed and armoured than usual, and there weren't any bodyguards or security. Usually, if a top leader goes anywhere, the standard protocol was to do thirty separate background checks on the location and have it guarded up somewhere in the three months before their arrival.

So, obviously, someone in Top 50 driving around town in a decades-old car buying groceries isn't very safe, or probably even legal. Hell, she hasn't even seen them wear anything this ridiculous ever. Could this be a distraction? Or is it an opportunity?

Ah, wait, they're both wearing their stupid little marriage bracelets.

It's the middle of October.

This is their anniversary vacation.

Shit.

in the store

Henderson strolled through the aisles with Whitney at her side, hugging Cyprus's jar. She examined the cereal boxes to make sure they didn't contain any food colouring that could potentially kill her.

Whitney, on the other hand, zoomed over to the meat section, licking her lips at the sight of a raw cod. “cyprus…… do you feel that? the need to devour a being???? the uncontrollable desire for energy that it transcends all laws and regulations placed on mankind?????? the growing hunger for power, one that's so strong it controls your every need????

a natural, primal instinct to become such a brutal being that no one, not even you, recognise yourself anymore. you look at yourself in the mirror and you feel like you want to destroy that, to put yourself onto the pedestal you belong on, to wreak havoc on the cosmos of all beings, living and dead, real and mythical, walking and extinct.

you know that you're the only who understands this instinct, the only one who follows it to this distance. everyone else may underestimate you, but in the end, you'll rise above them all. man's natural instinct is to become the ruler of all.”

“What the fuck, Whitney. Anyway, I talked to the deli guy and he said he could pay you to eat up some scraps if you want. You down?” Henderson asked, her trolley already full of snacks. “yea fuck it man” Whitney replied, walking over to the ‘staff only’ door. “im hungy as fuck”

parking lot.

Despite the growing need to kill the woman, Rachel was managing to control herself. Even though this was the perfect opportunity to eliminate one of them, she knows she'll be replaced by someone much crueler. So for now, she'll just stick to watching this lady consider which can of tomato sauce is better than the other.

Rachel parked the truck near the entrance and the Honda Civic. She kept an eye on the couple as she quietly made her way inside through the back door.

“So thàt's when Í saìd, ‘that's not a cactùs, that's a lámp!” Karén playfully said, her hand entwined with her wife's. Rachel was unsure whether to stalk the two or join her friends in shopping.

WELL, FIND THAT OUT IN THE NEXT PART,

B I T C H !! !! !!

[punkscowardschampions]

Ali & Carly

Ali: How's the damage looking in the cold light of day, babe? Ali: Want me to put a hex on her? Carly: yea Carly: didnt remember her going hard but feel it now Ali: 😤 Why'd she have to turn up just to pull up Ali: Got actual issues that one, like Ali: I'll work on something particularly wicked whilst we waiting for karma to smack her one Ali: is you okay boo? Carly: dont need to eye her bf i kno hes not special Carly: fucked some of his mates but not him Carly: you kno made the hanging feel more drastic Ali: Right? Even she don't reckon him that Ali: Just herself, like 🙄 Ali: I'll make you a remedy whilst I'm at it, like Carly: youre too cute to handle this early Ali: Well, lost major points not defending your honour from the ginja ninja last night so Ali: gotta claw it back, ain't I Carly: cant fuck you if youre in prison Ali: Truuuu, ain't my prison wife, this the real deal Ali: did you spot any talent tho? before she tried to claw ur eyes out Carly: nah Carly: you? Ali: caleb cavante was there Ali: he's so fine Ali: but so was his gf so meh, appreciated the view but no more than that Ali: too busy dancing w my main lady of course 😍 Carly: who was he w other than his bf Carly: in love as hard as we Ali: Ain't that the truth 😂 Ali: only got eyes for each other boys, don't front Ali: cute Carly: hes got eyes for me too Carly: 4some? Ali: Yeah? Nice Ali: Not even jealous, get you some wifey Ali: bit of a knob but not as bad as some Ali: I think they're like brothers tho babe??? awks 😂 Ali: otherwise, hell yeah Carly: my bad Carly: spoke to your gf today? Ali: Not yet Ali: She's sulking still Carly: if she wants to take a swing she knows where i am Ali: 😬 your beautiful face, noooooo Ali: she only mad at me anyway, catch us in prison, can't escape each other then, like 😏 Carly joined the chat 2 hours ago Carly: only working to get you to kiss it better tho Carly: could be her way of dumping you w out doing it Carly: sorry Ali: ha, good luck, honey Ali: don't she know I stick like glue? Ali: I'll roll up with all the arrogance of a bitch who's man ain't shit, like Carly: ill let her kno how loyal you are Carly: too bad its only to me like Ali: 🙊 Ali: don't, confirming her argument lowkey Carly: sorry Carly: anything i can do for real Ali: nah 💋 Ali: its sweet, i just gotta stop hiding and tell her how it is Ali: but i'm hiding 'til my head feels better, facts babe Carly: ill whisper Carly: fun tho Carly: w the assault & everything Ali: yeah, what's a decent party without a scrap Ali: tho if my boo gotta be involved imma haffta teach you a few moves, yeah? Carly: im not trying to kiss her while she kills me bitch Carly: whats a sweet girl like you gonna tell me Ali: i know, i'm a lover not a fighter by nature but i'm tough as fuck Ali: trust 🥊 Ali: show you when ur feeling better tho Carly: yea? Carly: aw you gonna protect me Carly: my da will be thrilled Ali: 'Course Ali: let him know just 'cos there's no bloke, can still fuck up the competition and co Carly: we could be renewing our vows at the kitchen table and he wouldnt know it was going on Carly: hes that bloke behind a fucking big newspaper who nods Carly: my ma's the mouth Ali: You're dead good with words Ali: fully got the picture there, like a film or some shit Carly: my life inspoing hollywood, bitch Carly: facts Ali: fr tho Ali: leading lady material defs Carly: you just want that roll credits kiss Carly: come get it any time Ali: only if there's an audience, yeah Carly: aw Carly: you want me all to yourself babe Ali: 🖕 Ali: lose any queer cred I've got if I fuck a straight girl purely for male gaze Ali: hmu when ur feeling it babe 😉 Carly: im always feeling you Carly: honeymoon period not over Ali: 😳😌 Ali: when ur living the bit so hard you can't tell where it ends no more Carly: you want me you got me Carly: thats how it go when you put a ring on it Ali: okay Ali: imma rock ur world then Carly: yea? Carly: good confidence babe Ali: deserved 💪 Carly: ill let you kno if i agree after you hit it Ali: go for it Ali: love ur brutal honesty and I've not got a fuckboy fragile ego like u used to Carly: yea true Carly: whats that like Carly: weird Ali: highly recommend Ali: love knowing what i'm worth 💎 Carly: gotta recommend being treated as a skank Ali: like all the time or in the bedroom 🤔 Carly: interchangeable when you're dtf constant Ali: Oh, babe Ali: you're a princess too tho, you can be both Carly: never been this complimented Ali: You gotta be knowing Ali: all about the balance Carly: aw Carly: what you doing today Ali: Gotta take my lil bro to the park or some shit Ali: he's already driving the 'rents mental Ali: come with? might get u both a 🍦 if you behave Carly: you want me round your littlest bro serious ? Ali: you won't sound so shocked when you meet him Ali: little 💩 Ali: but a laugh, you'll like him Carly: i been in a bitch fight & look it Carly: thinking of him Ali: Fair, if you wanna hide behind your biggest sunnies today and chill, I don't blame ya Ali: he'll think its cool tho, swap war stories with him Carly: im down to come Carly: just making sure you want it Ali: You wanna hear me say your my fave again? Ali: cute 💋 Carly: you kno Ali: swing by when i can convince him to put some clothes on Ali: feeling like a hypocrite lowkey Carly: k Carly: catch me outside trying to clear my head Carly: low key your fault for that image Ali: 😏 i'll take it even though i know its all about last night Ali: get ready to swoon tho 'cos its way too hot for normal clothes, but I do insist on at least partially covering our junk, lil rock Carly: 😍 Ali: you'll be proud, whored it up on my story and everything Carly: I saw and I was Ali: Mission accomplished then yo Carly: your hair is cute Carly: cute isnt the word for that yoga outfit tho Ali: 😘 aww, thanks babe! i was feeling it Ali: you gon' take me up on my yoga offer now? 😉 Ali: show u how flexible i am Carly: might do Carly: not just chat Carly: impressive wouldnt it be Ali: 👏 Ali: never doubted you, babe Carly: catch me in a baby class until i catch up Ali: nah, ask anyone, I'm a great teacher gurl! Ali: and you can be my pet 😻 Carly: aw Carly: you're getting so creative w these dates too Ali: gotta keep it fresh Carly: 💋