#like what is even the point of being a landlord if ur not gonna do that . obv its to be a leech but?u cant even pretend to have a real job?

[niceandbluept2]

anyway kill all landlords lmao

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

💀Date Night💫

[Synopsis]: Idia and Miyeon go out to a place not in Twisted Wonderland but some other dimension.

Canon x OC [Idia Shroud x Miyeon Choi]

[(A/N)]: I want to try this AU out and had to watch some episodes of the animated show just to get the vibe going. Also a few gifs are placed everywhere just to help visualize any action.

[(A/N #2)]: It’s another excuse for these two characters to get together.

[Mirror Chamber]

Idia: I’m not okay with this.

Miyeon: Don’t worry, Idia. I checked and double-checked. This is safe, and I even booked reservations for us to be in a secluded part of the clubhouse.

Idia: You did?

Miyeon: Yeah. I understand you’re still not comfortable being around others or being outside in general, but think of this as a simulation with just the two of us and the “NPCs” are not our concern. And this could be baby-steps for being out of your room longer. Which Ortho describes, in a way. The place is always packed and it’s pretty difficult to get in. I promise there won’t be bad news happening, but if there is, we’ll come back to NRC.

Idia: *Trying to hide his smile* What did I do to deserve you like an UR+ character?

Miyeon: Maybe it was the time I saved you and while helping me stay grounded.

[Idia and Miyeon arrived at the front of the club, and as they first entered inside, Choi checks them in.]

Daisy: Welcome to the House of Mouse. Have you made reservations?

Miyeon: Yes, actually. Under the name “Miyeon Choi” and on a date with my boyfriend. It’s our first time here.

Daisy: Right this way. *Points at the direction*

Donald: *Welcoming them* Hello, welcome to my club.

Miyeon: Thank you, sir.

[The couple walked through the crowd of guests and tables. Miyeon was amazed by the atmosphere and all of the whimsical characters.]

Miyeon: I have never seen such a dimension this…animated. Right, Idia?

Idia: *Sticking close to Miyeon* Y-Yeah…

Miyeon: Oh, found our table. I heard there’s a special going on tonight. How are you holding up?

Idia: I’m still readjusting to the new settings.

Miyeon: *Nods* Everything is gonna be okay. Just a night between us and let loose. Oh, I need to fix something up. Be right back.

[As Miyeon came out of the restroom, she was heading back to their table before seeing a huge cat character tormenting a staff employee.]

Miyeon: Oh hell no. *Teleports to the scene*

Pete: Once I get my hands on you, I’ll-

Miyeon: *Appears in front of the character and blocks the employee behind them* You’ll do what?

Pete: *Spooked by the appearance* Huh?!

Miyeon: Get your filthy gloved hands away from this staff worker. Who the HELL do you think you are?

Pete: I'm Pete. The landlord and owner of this building-

Miyeon: 난 신경 안 써 [nan singyeong an sseo] (I don't give a fuck).

Pete: *Offended* Are you mocking me?

[The commotion starts gaining everyone’s attention.]

Snow White: Oh dear.

Aladdin: Another fight happening?

Alice: Should we get somebody?

Miyeon: No, I said I don't care. You were insulting this kid while they’re just doing their job and you even threaten them. How about you leave before something happens, okay?

Pete: Bah! You think you’re so tough protecting this one.

Miyeon: That’s my job. I protect people and their realities. I even know what will happen in your future. Failure after failure attempting to win everything when your rival, Mickey is the true winner. You know that trope where true villains actually lose? I know you will, and it’s a fact.

Pete: *Furious* Why you… *Throws a punch*

Miyeon: *Opens a portal*

Miyeon: Wrong move, tubby.

Pete: *Holds his bruised face* How?!

Miyeon: Training and experience. I’ll tell you again, leave this place. You’re scaring everyone here.

Pete: *Throws in another punch*

Miyeon: *Catches his fist and grips it tightly* Go ahead. Hit me. See what nightmare-inducing dimension I can bring you to.

Pete: *Yanks his arm back and holds his aching hand* This isn’t gonna be the last time you’ll hear from me.

[Pete the Cat rushes out of the club.]

Miyeon: Fucking asshole. Hey, are you okay?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Yeah, I went through worse things. But thanks.

Miyeon: You don’t seem like you’re a cartoon or anything. Which world are you from?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Twisted Wonderland.

Miyeon: Oh my god. Another me?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: ???

Miyeon: I’m Miyeon Choi. Also from Twisted Wonderland and a temporary professor teaching at NRC.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: You’re kidding. How are you able to handle students?

Miyeon: I’m the Master of Eldritch Magic back in my original world and handled some hard-asses during my times of defending my world’s reality.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Why are you here?

Miyeon: I’m on a date with Idia.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Idia?!

Miyeon: Well, my Twisted Wonderland’s Idia. We’re having a night out as we take turns trying something new every once in a while.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: So you’re what? Another me who is actually powerful?

Miyeon: I wouldn’t say powerful. Just experienced from times I fought against greater enemies.

Goofy: MC/Yuu/[Y/N]! You’re needed at Table 7!

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Oh my god! The Great Seven are coming.

Miyeon: Wait. They come here? Like actually here?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Yes, and I’m the only one who can tolerate them. It’s cool meeting you and thanks again for saving me.

Miyeon: No problem. It was also nice meeting you. I have to go back to my date.

Miyeon: Jagiya! Sorry for leaving you alone. A staff member was in trouble and I couldn’t help but- *Sees her boyfriend shaking* Idia, what’s wrong? You looked like you found out your favorite anime got canceled.

Idia: *Eyes at the direction*

Miyeon: *Follows his view*

[The two were sitting by the Great Seven at their table.]

Miyeon: Oh. Okay, don’t mind them.

Idia: How? How are they here?

Miyeon: We’re in another dimension and they could only and possibly be around here than back home. Lets just order something to ease off tonight.

[As the night continues, Miyeon and Idia are enjoying the music performance and animation (mostly Idia giving commentary on every skit) and each other’s company.]

Idia: Miyeon-shi. Do you want to hang out back in my room? I-I’m sure it’s late back at NRC and you’re busy with no time for me…

Miyeon: Oh Idia, you don’t have to be nervous. Of course I’ll hang out with you more. Plus I’m sure Grim is having a fun sleepover with the ADeuce duo.

[Then all of a sudden, Pete the Cat brought his goons into the club.]

Donald: HAH?!! What’s the big problem?! You can’t enter here! *He gets thrown aside by Pete*

Pete: Where is that wizard lady? *Spots Miyeon at their table* Found you. Get’em boys!

[The goons rush over to the table, ready to strike at the Eldritch Master.]

Idia: *Sees the goons* Miyeon? What did you do this time?

Miyeon: My Universe, don’t worry. I got everything under control. *Sips some of their mocktail*

[They crash into a portal mimicking mirror shards that start rippling and disappeared into the Mirror Dimension.]

Miyeon: Trying to attack me after what I told you. *Deactivates the spell*

Pete: Huh?! How?!!

Miyeon: I’m one of the most powerful magic users back in my original world. I learned from the best ones, too. Now… *Cracks their neck and knuckles* Still want to hit me?

Idia: *Behind Miyeon and mouthing “Run” to the cartoon cat*

[Pete runs away in fear from Miyeon and exits out of the club for tonight.]

Pete: *From a distance* This isn’t over!

???: Huh. Not bad, kid.

Idia & Miyeon: *Turns their heads to the mysterious person and are surprised* Lord of the Underworld?!/Hades?!

Hades: The one and only. I watched what you did and I’m impressed.

Miyeon: Uh thanks. I hope I didn’t cause too much trouble and disturbing everyone’s night.

Hades: No way. It’s been a while since actual excitement happened here. Plus, I heard from a little imp that you saved our favorite staff worker.

Miyeon: Oh, MC/Yuu/[Y/N]. I couldn’t pass by after what I witnessed. You know, my morals as a protector.

Hades: Yeah, I hear you. So why are you here?

Miyeon: *Holds Idia’s hand* I’m on a date with my Idia.

Idia: *Blushes hard by the gesture* Miyeon…!

Hades: Really? Count yourself lucky. I tried to set my Idia up with MC/Yuu/[Y/N].

Idia & Miyeon: Seriously?

Hades: It’s a long story. You two have a great date night. *Walks back to his table* In your faces, guys!

Idia: Miyeon, can we go back? To my room?

Miyeon: Yeah. After tonight’s event, I’ll pay for everything.

[Back in Twisted Wonderland]

[Idia and Miyeon were quiet during the walk back to the Ignihyde Dormitory.]

Miyeon: Tonight did not go as planned.

Idia: I can’t believe we interacted with one of the Great Seven. What kind of seasonal event is this?

Miyeon: I didn’t expect that either. It may take a while until our next date night.

Idia: Yeah, a while.

Miyeon: …Idia, I’m sorry I ruined our night out. I should have ignored the problem but I couldn’t. It just happened.

Idia: Miyeon-shi, I don’t blame you. You’re a hero back in your world, but sometimes you need to let other normies do their things.

Miyeon: Hmm. Wonder who taught you that. *Smiles smugly at their boyfriend*

Idia: U-Uhh…A good teacher…

Miyeon: Let’s just relax in your room. I’m dead tired from that fight. *Holds their hand out to Idia*

Idia: *Anxiously reaches and grabs her hand*

Miyeon: Don’t worry. Nobody is awake now. Come on. *Ushers Idia back to his room*

[The two then spend the rest of the night together.]

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[Tagged]: @rose-tea-and-strawberries @adrianasunderworld @hhurric4ne

[huntingingoodwill]

🔪 knife against the throat, ☁️ enemies to lovers/🧸exes with feelings, 👀 forced proximity

with my man jonathan, for spice.

ily hope you have had a wonderful week.

thank u so much hailey :,)) hope this stinky scary crow man fic is to ur liking🥰 ilyyy

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pairing: jonathan crane x reader

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You’re still beautiful. Radiant, even.” The knife’s cold blade tapped the underside of your chin teasingly. You had just stepped through your front door when Jonathan slammed your back to his chest, holding a knife to your throat as he kicked the door shut.

You slammed your elbow into his ribs, wrestling out of his grip. You snatched the knife away, aiming it at his neck. “Radiant. That seems to happen whenever I’m rid of you, but you keep crawling back. Sneaking into my apartment when I’m not around, lying in wait. Typical.” You knocked the knife against his Adam's apple, gently, avoiding breaking the skin. “You still carry a torch for me, Jonny?” You dragged the knife down to his chest, slicing an “X” into his dress shirt, over his heart.

He chuckled, leaning forward, nose ghosting yours. “I missed you.”

You grinned, wrapping a hand around his neck, pushing him back. You stabbed between his legs, the blade plunging into the wall. Not even a flinch.

He raised his eyebrows. “Your landlord’s not gonna like that.”

“To what do I owe this visit, Jonathan?” You smiled.

“A truce. Come back to me.” He paused. “We had fun, didn’t we?”

You scoffed. “Being your little… partner-in-crime was fine a year ago, but I’ve moved on. Besides, you were an aching bore.” You laughed. “You won’t get me back without a fight.”

He yanked the knife out of the wall, pinning you to the ground. “You never go down without a fight. Why do you think I brought this?” He asked, brandishing the gleaming blade. “Besides the added excitement. Without it, this conversation would be an… aching bore.”

“It’s certainly gotten my attention.” You smirked, pressing a finger to the tip of the knife as he pointed it at you. “You wouldn’t use it on me, though. You love me, don’t you?” You pouted mockingly.

“I think you know we were more than just 'partners-in-crime', (Y/N). Our bond’s stronger than that.” He laughed, the smile disappearing as he grew deadly serious. “We would’ve killed for each other.” He hesitated, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I know I’ve killed for you.”

You looked at each other, silent for a moment before Jonathan whipped his head toward the door. Footsteps, heading toward your apartment. He pulled you to your feet, rushing you into your closet.

He clapped a hand over your mouth, pressing you close to him in the cramped space. The knife returned to your throat, ensuring you wouldn’t move as you watched a dark figure appear in the doorway. Batman. You thought you’d never see him again, having given up your life of crime, leaving Jon behind. He must’ve found out Jonathan was in the neighbourhood.

You screwed your eyes shut, trying to steady your breathing. You felt Jon’s chest heave against your back and you reached for his hand, pulling the knife away from your neck. He slipped it into his pocket, and you laced your fingers with his, squeezing his hand. Like old times. Slowly, he removed his other hand from your mouth, wrapping his arm around your chest, holding you even closer. You sighed, leaning back into him, his presence a comfort as you hid with bated breath.

Your eyes followed Bats as he scanned your apartment, surveying the area for any signs of you two. Your grip on Jon’s hand grew tighter as you watched Batman trace the hole you’d cut in the wall with his finger, a sigh of relief leaving your mouth as he disregarded it, finally leaving your apartment.

The two of you held still for a moment before Jon exhaled sharply, dropping his head into your shoulder, relieved. He looked back up, swallowing hard as his arm still held you tightly, keeping you near. You turned, your chest pressing against his as you glanced at each other, his face illuminated by the slashes of light streaming in through the slats in the closet doors. You hadn’t been this close to him since you left. You remembered now, what he used to look like after close shaves like these, after your sprees. A triumphant gleam in his eye, a wild, uninhibited smile, your expression mirroring his.

He leaned in toward you, pressing his lips to yours gently. You dipped your head down, holding your temple against his chest as he reached out his hand, the one he’d wielded the knife with just minutes before, running his fingers through your hair. Gentle.

“Where to next, Scarecrow?” You whispered, a smile spreading across his face.

“Anywhere my partner wishes, Little Crow.”

[cattles-bians]

Damie Vibecca exes AU part 4

post directory

[em note: this one is LONG i had to split it!!!]

obsetress: deflecting to viola protecting becs

obsetress: once they are dating

obsetress: and thinkin thoughts

em: viola asks rebecca if she wants to put a hit out on peter and rebestiecca is like????

em: that’s hot but

em: u can do that? also maybe don’t. but mostly that’s hot

obsetress: i was literally gonna say peter is still her ex and he's a persistent fucker even though it's been a year at least and viola's response is... not far off from canon!

obsetress: becca just stares at her for a minute and then she's cupping viola's cheek and murmuring "come here" and pulling her down

obsetress: they're like kissing or whatever and rebecca's murmuring "that was hot, you know" between kisses and viola's like "oh?" and becca's like "don't be cheeky, you know it was" and vi just grins against her mouth

em: I’m Really Invested In This Crack Ship

obsetress: ok but rebecca tells jamie and dani about vi offering to put a hit on peter and they're both understandably and reasonably aghast and rebecca's just like (takes a sip of wine, ducks head, smiles to self) i think it's sweet

obsetress: dani and jamie look at each other out of the corners of their eyes

obsetress: (later, dani agrees how absolutely out of line it is but also admits that it sure does feel nice to be so taken care of sometimes)

obsetress: (jamie throws a pillow at her)

obsetress: also thinking about secret soft vibecca are sometimes and how horrified dani and jamie are the first time they see it with their own eyes

em: jamie and dani excessive PDA queens get a taste of their own medicine

em: it’s so funny that i’m like. always on the verge of viola horny posting but as soon as it’s vibecca i’m like look at these babies. these beautiful babies

obsetress: viola and rebecca kissing one (1) time at brunch and jamie, arm slung around dani’s shoulders, is like “oi, no one wants to see that” and dani, leaning into jamie, one hand in her lap, crinkles her nose and rebecca’s like “y— you’re kidding, right?”

obsetress: also like. we talk a lot about what vi does for rebecca but also like

obsetress: vi massive abandonment issues and rebecca just

obsetress: she just stays

em: ur gonna Kill me here lies em

obsetress: i know i didn’t mean to and then i just

obsetress: i can’t think too hard abt them or i will Melt Down but just like

em: look if rebecca can see the best in someone as awful as peter

em: viola isnt nearly as terrible

obsetress: esp vi post dani like

obsetress: she’s obnoxious and haughty and neoliberal but

obsetress: radical love goes a long way!

obsetress: rebecca grounding her thru touch and rebecca slipping her hands around vi’s and easing them loose when vi’s hands start to clench and rebecca just pressing a kiss to viola’s temple and murmuring “i’m here, yeah? with you. not going anywhere”

em: like i just think after eddie dani wouldnt like, just go w the flw any more. like i think abt her challenging viola occasionally

em: lovingly! gently

but like, holding her accountable

em: also violas absolutely little spoon

em: like i know blah blah viola top rebecca top leaning switch but viola little spoon

obsetress: “actually viola” (vi always knows she’s in trouble when dani calls her viola) “that was really hurtful” “i’m sorry you feel that way, dani, but—“ “i don’t need you to be sorry for how i feel. i need you to show me you’re sorry for what you did”

em: dani calls vi the Full Name and viola knows shes in trouble bc thats at least 4 extra vowels w danis midwest accent

em: it is always v surprising how much like, working w kids equips you to work w adults. b/c at least w kids you dont have layers and layers of social nuance to work through. u can just say 'hey. that was hurtful and your apology sucks'

obsetress: meanwhile dani’s over here trying to explain to vi intent vs impact and how no, it’s not semantics or nuance, it’s actually kind of a chasm

em: i kind of love like um. look viola is terrible but she wasnt born terrible

obsetress: she just has a lot to unlearn

em: and id belive that even if i wasnt a ghostfucker thats just rogers theory of self actualisation babyeee

obsetress: dani viola big fight n dani's like

obsetress: "i'm sorry and i love you but it's not my job to fix you, vi" and she just breaks down and she's like "it's not"

obsetress: jesus why did my brain take THAT turn

em: wrow

em: its ok i was gonna be like 'so they obvs break up at some point....'

obsetress: anyway viola just stares at her for a second and then she's like "you put the 'i'm sorry' before the 'i love you'"

obsetress: and dani just stares at her for a long time and she's like "yeah. i guess i did"

em: HANNAH

em: BESTIE

obsetress: i KNOW what the FUCK

obsetress: anyway dani's like "i guess i did" and vi's like "is that it then?" and dani just looks at her with her puffy eyes and is like "i think so"

obsetress: dani clayton queen of saying "i love you" over and over in the midst of breaking up w someone

em: well! she has a lot of love to give but, she also has to love herself sometimes!

em: i was thinking abt scenarios n i just remembered that. whole video rental shop thing so i think that slots in nicely

[em edit: u can read here]

obsetress: god i love that lil scene

em: dani sends viola a tentative little meme peace offering and they get back to talking and its nice but maybe a bit awkward and viola mentions like, going to therapy and seeing someone for help n its

obsetress: vi's stewing on "i can't fix you" for weeks and then she's begrudgingly. BEGRUDGINGLY calling a therapist

em: like its still awkward and dani is still nursing some wounds but she can ALSO be happy for someone she used to care about

em: still cares about!

obsetress: she's always gonna love her in some way or another

obsetress: but yeah also like. smth to viola being too stubborn to do anything she doesn't wanna do except suddenly when dani clayton gets involved and that feels p canon in its own way too

em: 'i cant fix u' weird bc every time i see viola im like 'i can fix her'

obsetress: it's like ur in my head bestie

em: how do u think viola and rebestiecca met

em: not that u think abt it or anything

obsetress: MAN i was just thnking

obsetress: in this universe how did dani and jamie meet but i guess it can still just be bly tbh

obsetress: as for vi and bestiecca hmmm

em: am so caught up in the joy of fucked up interpersnal dynamics i forgot a meet cute

obsetress: honestly part of me wants to be like

obsetress: on some dating app but a dating app for posh people yk

obsetress: but then i'm like

obsetress: that takes all the meet cute fun out of it

obsetress: oh GOD

obsetress: i got it

obsetress: ready

obsetress: so like viola landlord we know this

obsetress: and then i was watching whatever ep three the other day and bex mentions wanting to do public law right

em: oooooh

obsetress: bex public housing attorney

em: OOH

obsetress: they meet at some conference

obsetress: hit it off prob fuck lbr

obsetress: and then

obsetress: comedy of errors

obsetress: whoever stays the night, they sleep together again in the morning, breakfast in bed, bex is like "so what do you do, anyway"

em: hjgbjshmdnfbmngbmhnbgs,hndg m,shndgds

em: YES

obsetress: and then they just

em: WHEEZES

obsetress: also i like to think rebecca invites vi back to her hotel room and vi is so charmed by her taking charge ("""taking charge""") that she lets her

obsetress: and then like

obsetress: god for a while what if they just like

obsetress: they're so mortified and morally and fundamentally at odds but like

obsetress: the sex is so good???????

obsetress: that they keep just meeting up and then

em: romeo and juliet situation

obsetress: yk how it goes

obsetress: the sex is good and they see each other as like

em: thats so fucking good thank u hannah

obsetress: super rare intellectual equals whatever

obsetress: thank u i am exceedingly proud rn

obsetress: honestly at this point i'm

obsetress: rebecca and vi uhaul change my mind

obsetress: like not too quick because isabel but, quick enough to be considered

em: so the joke is like. obviously 'extremely pda damie' but when rebecca and vi are alone they Also cannot get their hands off each other

obsetress: they both just. worry about appearances too much meanwhile

obsetress: tweedle dee and tweedle dum in the overalls and mom jeans dgaf

em: accidentally seeing ur friends compromised is just part of the package of being friends w damie. however jamie accidentally catches vibecca in the act and shes Horrified

em: hypocrits

em: danis like yeah what do u. think theyre doing

em: dani is nonchallant bc shes dated viola of all people

obsetress: i mean could you imagine

obsetress: between vi and dani's just

obsetress: insatiable libido

em: HADNT IMAGINED UNTIL NOW BUT YEAH

obsetress: dani, very seriously: jamie, when two women love each other––

em: dani likes dating jamie bc it means she can top occasionally :) maybe even more than occasionally

em: jamies like ooh my god i knw i know how are u so casual about... rebecca... and ... viola... (dani just pulls her in fr a smooch)

obsetress: they have each other's clothes half off and dani's like "i'm so casual because i dated her too, babe" and jamie's like "can we not have this conversation right n"

obsetress: also i still have this on my clipboard from earlier we bopped around so fast but

obsetress: vi and bex hooking up early on:

obsetress: rebecca knocks on vi's door at, like, 6:00 pm after work, vi opens it, rebecca just grabs her and kisses her, vi pulls her in, becca kicks it closed behind her, vi shoves her against the door and they're kissing against it, then vi's ducking her head to kiss along rebecca's neck and rebecca's like "how many people did you evict today" as she angles her head and then viola's finding her lips again and tugging at her lower lip with her teeth "probably not as many landlords as you shortchanged today" and rebecca's laughing and pushing her backwards down the hall as viola tugs at her blouse

em: GOD. viola is probably like

em: ok, disclaimer: fuck all landlords

em: but at least in this fantasy world perhaps viola is 'fairly' 'reasonable' n shes absolutely playing it up for the hate sex angle n rebecca Maybe Assumes shes lying but

em: stupid morons in love

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: i think i've mentioned this before but like

obsetress: now that it's more fleshed out

obsetress: then they're at drinks one night (and when did it go from just sex to drinks? neither of them could tell you) and viola's kinda quiet n moody (n rebecca already knows she Gets Like This sometimes and that she'll usually say whatever she's thinking eventually) and finally she's like

obsetress: "i have... a daughter" and rebecca's just like "tell me about her" like it's the easiest thing in the world

obsetress: and viola's head snaps over and she stares because she was.... not expecting that

obsetress: and so viola does

obsetress: and rebecca's just like "i'd love to meet her one day"

em: soft.....

obsetress: they always turn back to soft

obsetress: like they have a fuckin mind of their own

em: rapidly oscillate between horny and soft

obsetress: that's the mood

em: violas probably like. yknow, rebecca's young and up and cming n she probably assumes rebesticca isnt interested as something as full on as a kid but shes like 'do you have any photos'

obsetress: fuck!!!!!!!!!

em: rebeccas like do u think i didnt. see the photos at ur apartment lmao

em: theres a childs drawing on the fridge

obsetress: rebecca has known almost from the jump but was

obsetress: giving viola her time

obsetress: also smth smth giving her time instead of time wearing her away etc etc we're all in hell

em: cracks knuckles

em: bestie....

obsetress: pls

obsetress: it's what i deserve

obsetress: first tho

obsetress: consider

obsetress: the way viola's face lights up when she's talking about isabel and showing rebecca all the pictures

obsetress: hold pls

em: soft......

obsetress: this one chief

obsetress: right here

[dyketectivecomics]

At long last; another recap of my 90s Gotham reading! (or rather the notes that I took along the way) Still mostly focused on Helena & Tim atm, but change for that is on the horizon...

TW for brief mentions of sexual assault &, uhh, canon typical violence

Tim

Mostly what I wanna focus on is Robin II: Joker’s Wild which... feels like an arc that’s coming in Too Soon and only serves to Prove that tims Up to Snuff.

It’s an entertaining enough read on its own, as a story that allows Tim to Hold his own against a Major™ villain. But it’s much too soon into Tims tenure as a Robin imo, and much too soon for him to have a distinct voice yet for me. It’s just... odd.

I suppose thats some of the appeal for early Tim, I can totally see him as a character here that’s supposed to be an easy way for a reader to project himself onto (he’s a Teen™, he’s a Nerd™, but even one of the Jocks™ in the story briefly point out how easy it’d be for him to be Popular™) and ofc he’s an easy way for a reader to then live vicariously through him.

having read 90s YJ already though... I can already say that I like him infinitely more in that setting than I do rn with how Dixon has handled him thus far...

again. not gonna be one of my fav robins. but i can see the meta appeal of him for others

Helena

We finally wrap up the latter “half” of the Huntress solo run and #13 opens right up with Helena rescuing a girl who’s just been sexually/physically assaulted. Takes the girl to a crisis center and meta textually is definitely taking the situation to heart bc of her own unresolved trauma which oooof

Crisis worker offers to take her on as a client which 🥺🥺🥺 (name’s Dr Evelyn Rosen, note for future randy to WRITE SOME FIC ABT THIS ACTUALLY)

at first Helena going to therapy seems like a ruse just to jacks the doc’s notebook to find out the gang’s hideout and exact VENGEANCE for the girl mentioned earlier, but later issues we see she’s still regularly attending therapy which!!!!!!!! amazing!!! wish we’d see MORE of that kinda thing for these heroes tbh!!!!

there’s a hero who steps in during this arc calling himself the Waterfront Warrior. he steals a spotlight but also the credit for stopping some gang violence, which Helena is Big Mad abt aksjks like girl do u want to be in the shadows or NOT MAKE UP UR MIND AKSJ

(He turns out to be Helena’s landlord but he’s also got a Tragic Backstory™️ and genuinely wants to Do Right by his renters and by his neighborhood just 🥺🥺🥺)

Arc ends with uplifting note abt doing what you can and it just wow. Can’t wait to see how Bruce ruins this alsjaksjsj 

Batman comin to HELENAS city and she is having NONE of it. OH HOW THE TURNTABLES

okay, read thru this all VERY quickly, some stuff to note is that the kid whose family was killed by one of the gangs last arc that i finished was the one driving part of the plot for this final arc. Helena’s kinda??? implied to be taking him in too???

she’s also framed as being much more victim-focused/empathetic compared to bruce in this story which... hmm

there’s THIS panel which is gonna live in my brain and which REALLY wants me to meta abt bc okay hear me out...

(Context jic its not obvs but also bc i forgot to screenshot the panel before it, but she essentially said something along the lines of “i was half expecting (batman) to say...”)

At this point, Tim’s just starting to find his footing as the new Robin in replacing Jay, so like... Similarly............... Helena could kinda be seen as like.... Taking Babs’ place. Not in a COMPLETE 1 to 1 ofc, but still just!!!! idk!!!! knowing that Babs would’ve been finding her footing during this time period as Oracle... Knowing that they’re similar enough in age here (w/ Helena essentially being an early 20-something taking An Extended Gap Year from college, and Babs’ implied to be around this same age)

idk!!! i like the idea of them having contention outside of them??? (supposedly bc i havent read it myself just yet) having beef bc of Mutual Love Interest in Dick which??? that shits always so boring goddamn.

and esp knowing that obvsly in NML helena just straight up takes the Bat-symbol on bc Batman is MIA just!!!!

idk!!! idk!!! its weird!!!!!! but also im gonna be thinking abt this alot now actually!!!

[kuronokiseki]

Best Misaki Moments (imo)

will do an usage and romantica version next

warning: very long post, lots and lotssss of large images

the moment where misaki became my fave character

misaki found him hawt in a suit ovo

vol 1 misaki is best misaki tbh nakamura what have you done

hahahahahahahaaaaa

nobody badmouths hubby! >:(

the scene that made 13 year old me shook and cry ;-;

BABY CRY ME CRY TOO :”(

misaki when hubby said it’s his first time going for a trip with someone for fun mann can i include the whole train chapter it’s sooo good

misaki’s subconscious hahahaha

OwO

misaki just spent a whole chapter thinking how to reward his hubby and his final decision was this

THEREFORE I SHALL OFFER MAH BODY

you tell him misaki! >:D

many ppl wanted misaki to top for once after this scene but me? POWER BOTTOM MISAKI

U NO TOUCH MAH MAN HES MINE #OAO

notice meeee :”(

usagi-san did nothing wrong I WANT TO STAY WITH HIM! DD:< (i noticed alot of ppl wished misaki would reject ijuuin in this fashion back then)

i love how nakamura ended this arc on a perfect note :”““)

usage: ive known takahiro for 15 years

misaki: AM I A JOKE TO YOU?! >:U

I HATE FUYUHIKO >:”“““(

the reason why misaki chose usage over haru :”“(

y no one loves me like misaki loves hubby :”“““““““(

misaki saved hubby!!! (a rare scene where the anime did it better, but welll hardly the anime did the manga justice)

giving someone chocolate during valentine’s day? yeahhh, totally doesnt mean anything :^)

if someone’s going to say misaki is a bad character im gonna stab them

i realized there is not a single fave moment in the mizuki arc even tho i didnt skip it while rereading (aka the WORST arc and the WORST COUPLE tbh the cousins are soooo annoying EVEN IN THE LATEST ACT 51 and everytime they appeared im having a second-hand embarrassment) finally a fave moment came right after they left nakamura istg if they are going to appear again in the future i hope their plane will crash

(i acknowledge this scene as the beginning of ijuuin arc and nothing have to do with mizuki arc)

annnnnnd misaki will repeat himself for many times regarding who he truly loves but guess who’s going to listen to him in-universe and in fandom

if nobody wants to listen then you say it with your body then b^w^b (it’s not a question abt who misaki loves anymore. it’s abt who’s misaki gonna BANG)

MISAKI’S DOMINATING ...not

(but nakamura pls fulfill misaki’s wish someday poor him)

misaki decided to thank usage by offering his body to the perv bunny

dont you think you can steal hubby away while misaki sleeps

usagi-san is S P E C I A L

:”0

hubby not jealous. misaki triggered D:<<<

MISAKI IS PRECIOUS BABY

when s3 was airing i was looking forward for this scene the most. i was confident that sakurai will deliver this scene perfectly... URGHH STUDIO DEEN I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR DOING MISAKI DIRTY

best kiss scene eva lol i love their banters xD

misaki being sweet

misaki pampering the hubby

misaki in this arc: rejected ijuuin many times, making love with usagi 24/7, fanboyed over ijuuin only for the goodies, made love with usagi, came to ijuuin’s house only bcs of work, and did i mention making love with usagi

some ppl: OMG MISAKI LOVES SENSEI MORE THAN USAGI!!!! D:<

i still remember how legendary this chapter is. too bad the anime failed to convey the feels just like in the manga

say what you want abt junjou but this is top notch writing

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

when ur landlord is brought up and the first thing you do is ask abt a couple struggling to stay together yeaaaahhh totally not suspicious misaki

bish what u say abt mah man hes mine >:(

prepare for me screaming in 3... 2... 1... AAAAAHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

serious from this point 95% of misaki’s pov will consist of him angsting abt getting apart from his hubby in every chapter onward

misaki rejecting ijuuin for the 9749294694214692746829487th time

misaki hugs back :”O

tucking the hubby he cold :”““(

yea, totally not obvious ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

i love how blatantly in love misaki is with usage and everyone can see it. even ijuuin himself noticed

baby doesnt want to lose hubby :”“““( baby is scared

S H O O K

if you dont find this heartwarming you’re heartless

smart way to make him not spend more money ^v^

D”“““““““““““““““: me ded again

misaki being a badass >:D from someone denying his feelings for akihiko in the beginning to straight up telling the parents he’s going to stay with hubby that’s some awesome character growth bravo bravo

that’s some determined shonen mc resolution OvO

aanddd finally...

AND IIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOOOOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU -

[justphilia]

Aubade is a great fic; too bad it’s possibly dead.

Been a while since I did a long long babble on a fic I like, and lately, I’ve been rereading a few fics to fuel my entertainment. I low key notice how rare it is to find a multi-chaptered fic for Ritshou that doesn’t have Terumob as main, which is really funky honestly.

I talked about Aubade once, in my list of incomplete fanfics I missed back in like February. But it’s so good, I’m gonna make a long post about it lmao.

Even though this fic has literally taken the number one ranking in my favorites list, it only took today for me to bookmark it in my ao3 (mostly because I’ve been waiting it for it to be completed before doing so.)

And generally, anything that I bookmark on ao3 is something I’ve cried about at least once, whether it’s because of the story or because I love the story too much. So anyways,

Aubade by Ravenesta is a M rated Ritshou fic centered around Ritsu, who moves in with Shou after Shou declared he was going to stay in Japan for good.

They buy an apartment together near Ritsu’s university and go on a shopping spree in IKEA for furniture and such, which is as chaotic as it doesn’t sound. The tension between them is real and it’s there, so much so you just want them to get together already sometimes.

I’ve read this fic for a total of 4 times, and I will keep rereading it until the day I die. If you asked me what would come to mind if I thought about Ritshou, it would be the fic’s summary;

My dove, my doe, I love you so I cannot, will not, let you go

Ritsu and Shou have been orbiting around each other ever since they were thirteen years old. Really, something like this was inevitable.

It’s so simple and sweet, and somehow, without fail, every time this summary (specifically the poem) comes to mind, I would get teary eyed. Even now I’m getting :’( over the poem, just because it literally speaks Ritshou to me.

The fic starts off with Ritsu heading back home by train to Seasoning City during his summer break from college in Grain City. It’s written in a way where it’s very easy for you to visualize the scenario of Ritsu waiting for the train to come while holding a cup of cheap coffee.

It’s realistically detailed too, going as far as to include little quirks about Ritsu and the people around him (stranger or not).

Both Shou and Shigeo gets introduced during a phone texting scene, where you can easily tell their personality was conveyed right through the way they message Ritsu. Shigeo adds little face emoticons with caring and sweet messages, and Shou shortens his words to ‘u’ and ‘ur’ with chaotic spacings between words and many exclamation marks.

Even Ritsu has his own way of messaging, always adding punctuation to his sentences.

Later on, after Ritsu arrives in Seasoning City, he’s picked up by Shigeo and Teru, who are already a couple in this fic, and you can tell how much Ritsu misses his home.

Teru is such a beautiful mess in this fic, everything about him is dramatic and overtop, going from his haircut to his little diet habits, and he’s still playful with Ritsu. The ‘Little Brother’ nickname will never go away.

(Also, at some point, Ritsu makes a face immaturely after seeing Shigeo drop a kiss on Teru’s head and I think that was pretty funny)

(Also also, they all call Reigen ‘Dad’. Which is hecking adorable, but it did confuse me at some point because Ritsu named Reigen’s contact as Dad and I legitimately thought that was Ritsu’s actual dad until later.)

Fast forward after Ritsu gets a haircut from Teru in Spirits and Such. Pretty funny considering how Reigen did the same thing to Serizawa in Season 2, but I’m mildly sure Serizawa doesn’t exist in this fic so it was probably a coincidence.

So they’re going shopping and Ritsu gets another text from Shou, because Shou isn’t in town, or at least, that was what we were led to believe, until he does pop up. 

And it wouldn’t be Shou if his appearance isn’t random, so of course his first line is to comment on Kiwis looking like balls.

Ritsu, being Ritsu, responds by calling Shou an asshole and proceeds to be conflicted between wanting to punch Teru, because he knew all along, or wanting to hug Shou, because Ritsu misses him so much. He goes for the latter.

Cue Shou and Ritsu hanging out because Shigeo and Teru had to go save Reigen from a spirit job, and their interaction is just so Ritshou it makes you feel fuzzy inside y’know? Because it’s just...friends being friends.

Ok so fast forward again, and they’re sitting around in Ritsu’s room and here’s where the plot begins:

Shou, sleepily, declares he wants them to live together, before suddenly falling asleep.

And Ritsu panics because he can’t tell if he’s serious or just sleep drunk. So he consults Teru to confirm this, who answers that, yes, Shou was being serious, and this just makes Ritsu panic even more because wow he did not expect that and mostly because he can’t afford an apartment.

Shou, being the rich boy he is, offers to settle the payment, because of course he would.

Ritsu weighs his options in his head and convinces himself that he’ll do it. So that’s what they do. They make a little list, which is funny and adorable, and start scouting for apartments online.

Fast forward yet again and Ritsu’s plan was to first gather his shit from his dorm room, crash there for a bit, before fully moving into the new apartment.

Reigen, Teru, and Shigeo are seeing the two off at the train station, and Reigen being Reigen, he’s all double checking that Ritsu has all his shit and it’s just such a dad moment.

Most of their luggage is Shou’s because Ritsu packs light and most of his things are at the dorm, and I brought this up because of this scene:

“It’s my oldest friend!” Shou had argued, trying to wrestle it from Ritsu’s hands. “Six years I have known you, Suzuki, and never once has there been a working bulb in this lamp.”

We get a few more cute scenes of Shou running around and being playful before being tired out and falling asleep on the train, and there’s this tender moment where Shou’s snuggling on Ritsu’s jacket, which the latter had taken off early, and he makes a comment saying how it smells like Ritsu which just baffles the only. It’s...nice, makes me fluffy.

Anyways they reach Ritsu’s dorm to crash and pack, and they have this scene where Shou gets a little emotional about how organized Ritsu is, and he genuinely couldn’t believe how Ritsu is making this work. 

So! Chapter 6, alright! And it’s the apartment viewing chapter, because of course they need to view apartments before moving in (which is as fun as it sounds).

They view 3 apartments, with the third try being the charm;

Apartment 1 fucking sucks! And Ritsu only chose this because he wanted to get a feel of how apartment viewing works, and you gotta hand it to him for thinking ahead. So no matter what, he knows he won’t be buying this apartment.

Apartment 2 was actually pretty decent, the landlord, however, was not. Throughout this scene, she is constantly trying to get into Ritsu’s space, and you don’t exactly know what’s up until the very end where she gets really close. Shou saves Ritsu in the end by dragging him away and making it known that, “THIS IS MY MAN DO NOT TOUCH.” And makes an enemy out of her, so big whoops.

Apartment 3 is kinda awkward but workable, with their landlord being the sweetest man to walk this earth. His kids were born on the viewing day, which made him a little late, though Ritsu finds in understandable. After the viewing, Ritsu asks if they can crash at the apartment even though they haven’t actually gotten it yet, and the man’s like, “Don’t worry, you’re gonna live here anyways so might as well crash here now!” Protect this man.

Next scene we have Ritsu finally moving out of his dorm and into the apartment with Shou and after getting a few groceries, they finally decide they should head to IKEA for furniture. It’s a pretty funny scene because everyone knows IKEA is an equivalent to a bloody maze, so you get to watch them play around in the display rooms and climbing into beds and getting lost.

And it’s funnier because this is the Shou’s first time stepping foot into an IKEA, and Ritsu makes fun of him for it briefly. Shou gets back at him later on when they’re playing around in a bathroom display room.

he doesn’t quite notice where Shou’s wandered off to until he turns around from a bathroom sink and spots him in a shower stall, calling him over with a wave of his hand. Ritsu steps inside, ducking his head under the bar for the shower curtain

He almost startles when Shou reaches over and pulls the shower curtain closed with a flourish, leaving them enclosed in the shower stall, somehow still mysteriously lit by no lamp that Ritsu can see. He shoots Shou a questioning look, only to snort when Shou leans back against the shower wall, a hand over his heart and eyelashes fluttering.

“Why, Mister Kageyama,” he says, all false coquettishness, “Cornering a young girl like me alone in a place like this? How scandalous.”

He considers giving Shou the reaction he wants, a laugh and a shove on the shoulder and possibly a comment about exactly how classy making out in an IKEA shower stall is, but the reaction he’d gotten earlier was too good to resist playing along with the joke.

He shamelessly uses his height advantage when he steps into Shou’s space, one leg between Shou’s and a hand propped casually on the wall beside his head. He leans down so that their noses are almost touching, and says low, “Well with you standing here all gorgeous like this, how could I resist?”

It’s pathetic joke flirting, some cheesy disaster line out of every old black and white movie he’s ever watched with his mother, so he doesn’t quite expect it when Shou seems to freeze, eyes wide and locked onto Ritsu’s. It’s only for a few seconds, a barely noticeable pause before Shou’s howling with laughter as he pushes past him out of the shower, but Ritsu gets caught on it, on the hitch he thought he’d heard in Shou’s breath, on the way he feels oddly wired, like his skin is buzzing from the proximity, and what the fuck had just happened?

This scene, ladies and gentlemen, had me sold on the fic. Starting with how Shou had playfully dragged Ritsu into the display shower in an attempt to tease Ritsu, only to be surprised that Ritsu had played along because, according to Ritsu, the raven would usually just laugh and dismiss the joke as a joke. 

You can literally see that’s where the subtle feelings come out, where their friendship suddenly moves a bit faster into something more. It’s a slowburn for a reason, because their relationship happens really slow, so it’s moments like these that makes you really warm inside.

We come to a near end to the fic from here, which includes a scene where Shou cooks and Ritsu has a wet dream that’s pretty brief tbh and nothing too explicit don’t worry. Then there’s some scenes where Ritsu’s doing school things and Shou’s being Shou in the kitchen and everywhere.

It slows to a stop after the iconic Shou and Ritsu flies scene, because we’re all suckers for Ritsu trusting Shou that he won’t drop him when they fly.

SO! You can pretty much get the idea of how the fic will end/go from there since the major arc scene has been settled (moving in together). And frankly, if Ravenesta was to stop the fic on chapter 9, I don’t think we’ll lose too much since the only thing we didn’t get is a conclusion to the slowburn.

If you’ve read up to here, thanks for indulging me I suppose. I mostly write little reviews for my own sake since I really talk too much and it’s very hard to collect my thoughts at times.

Is this a fic I would recommend? Most definitely yes, it’s lovely, it’s well written, it’s captivating. It is the embodiment of Ritshou’s romance, and I really wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

[kflirts]

demon next door;

word count: 3.1k

genre: smut

summary: wooyoung is your absolutely fuckable neighbor. he’s slightly less fuckable when he beats up your roomamate. still fuckable tho

notes: my friend cait dared me to write her a wooyoung smut, so i originally wrote this with her name but changed it to reader version to publish it. ye! also thats why mark is ur roommate bc she has Questionable Judgement.

It is not every day you meet a person who is just, so infuriatingly attractive.  Even less often is the occurrence that said person is the extremely shitty boy who lives 16C (aka next door) and likes to get check his mail without his shirt on. Not that it’s a problem, of course.  Actually, it’s kind of a problem, because at 2:23 in the morning you could think of things that you’d rather hear than people moaning on the other side of the wall.  You understand needing some attention every now and then, but this guy is literally fucking people loudly every night. Like, he takes Viagra religiously or something. It literally drives you insane because this dude just sounds like he knows what he’s doing. And it’s obviously impolite to eavesdrop but god, how good could he be to make every single partner make that much noise? Your roommate obviously found the noises less than hot. Mark Tuan wasn’t necessary the kind to let things like that go easily, apparently being disturbed every night was slightly irritating to him. Actually, Mark made sport out of banging against the wall in retaliation and laughing when he heard the boy and his partner yell in annoyance at the interruption. It seemed Mark and the guy just really didn’t get along.  This obviously sprouted a bit of an unspoken conflict between the two.

“Son of a bitch.” Mark walked in one day, slinging his bag on the floor, paper in hand. You looked up, eyebrow quirked.

“What’s wrong?”

“That fucking douchebag next door complained to the landlord about us.”

Your legs closed instinctively at the mention of your neighbor. You paused, thinking of what you possibly could have done that was worth doing to the landlord.

“About?” You continued your task of cleaning your tanks, hurrying before your fishes got tired of the bags they were in and decided to Finding Nemo that bitch. 

“He said our vape air was bothering him. Landlord says this is a smoking free complex and we have to stop.” Mark flopped on the couch across from you, shaking his head as if this was the worst news he’d ever heard.

“Well.” You sighed, shrugging. “Maybe it’s for the best. You nearly died trying to learn tricks earlier.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Mark’s lips tugged up into a smile. “Vaping is my passion.”

You chuckled, “You really should go out more, buddy.” 

Mark fell quiet, and you could tell he was mad.“One day I’m gonna beat that dude up, I swear.” 

Chuckling at the empty threat, you shook your head. “Try not to mess up either of your faces, eh?”

Mark lifted his head now, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’m gonna ignore the fact you’re dying to fuck the prick next door.”

“I do not!” You cried indignantly.  

You totally did.

“Yeah.. you do.” Mark laughed. 

“I don’t! I think he’s cute, is all.” 

Mark scoffs. “Whatever you do, don’t look into his eyes. He might steal your soul or something. He’s a demon”

You chuckled. “That’s offensive.”

“You’re right. It’s offensive to demons everywhere. I apologize.”

At this point, your tanks were both completely clean, so you went to fill them up with water, but not before saluting Mark with your middle finger.  Mark was an unimaginable pain in the ass, but a cool one. Like a big brother. Or a cousin. Something like that. Either way, no matter how much he insulted your taste in romantic partners, and how often he burned macaroni and cheese into your pot, at the end of the day, the big dummy was family. Nobody else would let you get drunk on soju at 2pm, honestly. 

From the bathroom, you heard Mark yell.

“Yo, how mad do you think Douchey Mcdreamyface would be if I stole his mail?”

“That is such a bad idea!” You call back, shaking your head. Idiot.

“You’re questioning my methods, ____!” 

“I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid!”

“What’s he gonna do, beat me up? He’s like 5′2. I’m so scared.” Mark teased, now in the door, watching you transfer your fish back into their tanks. You only laughed.

Spoiler alert: He totally beat him up.

“What in the fuck?” You sigh, standing in between Mark’s legs as you dabbed at the bruise on his face with alcohol. He had already gotten a long, drawn out lecture when he came in at 12am, severely busted up and blaming it on the boy next door. Now you were tending to his “wounds” as he sat on the kitchen table. “How could he have possibly hit you that hard? Like, what could he have done?”

“I grabbed his ass.” Mark replies flatly, causing you to freeze in horror. He stared at you blankly. “I’m joking, ___. It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“So not funny.” You shook your head, handing him a bag of frozen veggies to hold to the bruise on his cheekbone while you looked at the one on his jaw. You tsked. Such a pretty face to get fucked up. “I don’t get why every time you talk to him it has to end up in an argument?”

“Maybe because he’s a fucker who gets on my fucking nerves and he’s always fucking in his fucking squeaky fucking bed! Like, fuck! And he think’s he’s like Casanova or fucking Leonardo DiCaprio or Michael Jackson or something!” Mark responded. “His dick is like 3 inches, I swear.”

“I can tell that you think you’re funny.” You replied sympathetically, placing a Hello Kitty band-aid on his jaw. Mark winced, and you moved, patting his head affectionately before grabbing your phone and heading to the door.

It was time to talk to Mr. Dreamy Mcdouchey.

It would be a lie to say you weren’t a little excited to have a conversation with him. Preferably, under better circumstances, it wouldn’t be confronting him about beating up your roommate, but, you know. Baby steps. 

You knocked on the door of his apartment, once-overing yourself, making sure your hair wasn’t all over the place, as it tended to be at 1am in the morning.

You started a bit when the boy opened the door, eyes half shut, mouth flat and icepack to his deeply bruised shoulder. He had on a loose tank top, the kind you buy from Walmart for $3, and grey sweats. His hair was falling in his face, sticking to his forehead with sweat and water, and you assumed he was just coming from the shower.

“Didn’t you get my text Chaey-” He began to talk before looking at you. He stopped, his lips curving into a smile, the same smile a cheetah might have when it sees a baby gazelle without its mother. A preying smile, maybe. “Fuck. Hello.”

You blink, can’t helping but to but stare at how godly his cheekbones are when he smiles, how his eyes gleam with something different. Mark did not shit when he called him a demon. 

“Wooyoung.” He stretches out a veined hand, the one not holding the icepack to his shoulder. “And you’re _____.” 

You blink again, dumbfounded. “Yeah.” You shake your head, trying to clear your head. “Yeah. I’m ____. Sorry. I live in 14C.”

“You’re my lovely friend Mark’s roommate, I know. Please, come in.”

You nod, walking through the door into his apartment. It just smelled sensual, he was burning some kind of candle that smelled sexual. You gulped, realizing you were actually in his apartment. Now, if he would just be in you, everything would be great.

Wooyoung walked past you, slipped shuffling against the tile of his kitchen area, and he offered you a glass. 

“Thirsty?” He lifted an eyebrow, and it took everything in you not to say only for you.

“Mm, I could go for something, yeah.” You seated yourself on a chair in front of the island he stood behind.

“Grape juice?” He smiled.

“Something stronger, maybe?” You offered a smile back.

He smirked, leaning forward as he whispered, “Yeah, you do strike me as a soju kinda girl.” 

Something about the tone of his voice, or maybe it was the fact that he was closer to your face, made you shiver in your seat as he poured the liquid into your glass. You thankfully took it, bringing it to your lips. He watched you carefully as you swallowed, licking his lips when your eyes made contact. You, on the other hand, were trying not to choke and die. 

“So.” You said, once you put the glass down. “This isn’t a social call, sadly.”

“That’s a pity.” Wooyoung nodded, poking out his lip.

Your lips tugged into a smile, but you tried to stay professional. “I wanted to talk to you about you and Mark maybe.. I don’t know.. Settling this? Like a truce?”

“A truce?” Wooyoung tried to stop himself from laughing. “Well, aren’t you just a regular little peacekeeper.” 

“Well, it’s really for the best.. You’re both hurt right now, and I really don’t want to have to nurse Mark back into health every time you two have an argument..” Your fingers played with the rim of the glass, and you averted your eyes down, he was staring at you much harder than you would have preferred. He hummed, seeming to understand. He turned around to put his bottle back in the cabinet behind him, and then returned to stand in front of you, tilting his head as he stared in silence for a few moments.

“If you don’t mind me asking, are you and Mark a couple? Or does he just fuck you for recreation?”

You stared at him blankly, having absolutely no idea how to respond to him. You were mildly pissed, but also mildly dumbfounded. 

“We... We’re not? And he doesn’t?” You say, your voice more defensive than you’d intended. 

Wooyoung scoffs. “Surely, a pretty thing like you... He must not be able to keep his hands off of you, right?”

“What the... No? It’s not even like that. Mark’s like my brother!”

Another scoff. “Angel, let’s be truthful, yeah? You’re telling me you’ve not even thought of fucking him?”

To say you hadn’t, at first, would be a lie. But after learning how absolutely stupid Mark Tuan truly was, that ended pretty quickly. Not to say he wasn’t hot, but he just really, really wasn’t your type. 

“I’m sorry, what do these questions have to do with you ruining his face?” You ask, preparing to storm out.

Wooyoung tilts his head. “Didn’t Mark tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Oh... Angel.” Wooyoung chuckled, as if understanding everything now. “He hit me first, you know.” He leaned in closer. “I think I said something that might have pissed him off.”

You still didn’t understand, so you raised your eyebrows. 

“You see, I was under the impression that you and Mark were fuckie-fuckie. IT seems I was mistaken now, but, I think I might have said something to him around the lines of.. One day, he’d be hearing you screaming through the walls. Obviously, Mr. Tuan wasn’t Mclovin’ that.” 

To say you were both absolutely mortified and horribly turned on would be a gross understatement. 

“That is revolting.” You manage, throat dry. 

“That’s not what your face says, dollface.” He counters, and you stand up immediately, about to make your way out. He briskly blocks you in a few strides, his smile sickeningly innocent. 

“Move, Wooyoung.” You say steadily.

“Make me.” He smirks at you, his eyes just daring you to touch him. 

You never turn down a dare. God, you wanted him so badly, it was scary. Something about always being able to hear him, made you beyond curious. So you pushed him in his abdomen, and he got sent back a couple of steps. You raised your eyebrows.  

“Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.” He smiled happily, stepping forward again, this time closer than before. His hot breath fanned your face. “Wanna do that again?” He teased.

You wanted him. So, so badly you wanted him. “Don’t make me handle you, Wooyoung.”

“Oh, angel, you couldn’t handle me if I came with instructions.” With this he closed more space, his chest now brushing against yours. Your breathing hitched as you froze. His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. His lips brushed your neck as he bent to it. “I’m gonna be honest with you.” He whispered. “You’d look so pretty when I eat you out.”

You shivered, not meaning to, but tilting your head back to allow him to tease your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as you inhaled his scent. 

“Do you want me to do that?” Wooyoung asked, leaving a single kiss on your neck. You nodded. “I said, do you want me, ___?” 

“I do!” You whined back. He smiled at your words, taking your chin in his fingers. 

“Hey. Good girls respond the first time, okay?” He said softly. 

“Good thing I’m not a good girl and I do whatever the fuck I want.” You say smugly, your hand wandering under his shirt. He furrows his eyebrows together, grabbing your arm in a swift motion and pinning it to your side. 

“You do whatever you want, so long as it pleases me, do you understand?”

Something about how stupidly dominant he is made you want to comply, so you nodded. There would be another opportunity to act out, after all. He smirked, satisfied with this answer, and he wasted no time in ridding the both of you of your shirts. He bit his lip as he groped your tits, to the point you wondered if his past partners had never let him touch them. 

He teased your nipples above your bra and you whimpered slightly. 

“What? Does that feel good?” He breathed, his lips nearing yours, to nip your bottom lip. 

“Fuck. Yeah.” You nodded, and he quickly dragged you into his room, pushing you onto his bed. You crawled on your knees to the middle, slipping off your leggings and tossing them to the side. He crawled towards you, and you grinned. 

“Come here.” You breathed, and he obliged, of course. You crashed your lips onto his, and he quickly took control, slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hips grinded against your leg softly, and you were surprised he was already that wound up. You chuckled, sucking on his tongue softly, hands on either side of his face His skin was unnaturally soft and you sighed. He felt better than you’d imagined. 

“You taste so good.” Wooyoung mumbled at a point when he pulled away. “What does the rest of you taste like?”

“Stop being so seductive.” You whined, hands tangled in his hair. He was going to be the death of you.

“I’m just being myself, baby.” He brought his fingers to your open mouth. “Suck.” 

You could have screamed at the words, and quickly obeyed, sucking his digits softly. He takes this time to unhook your bra, groaning at the sight, and you chuckled around his fingers. His mouth teases your nipples, and you begin to whimper softly, the pool between your legs begging for attention. You plead with your eyes, and he notices, chuckling.

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg, Princess.”

“I don’t beg.” You said indignantly. watching his every move as he teased right above the hem of your panties. He looked up at you, eyebrow raised, not being able to hold in his laugh. 

“Is that so?” He sat up and snapped your panties against your skin. You felt your insides twist up. “Yeah.”

“Aw, she’s playing bad girl, cute.” He leaned closer to your face. “Too bad I don’t go down on bad girls.”

You sighed, his fingered so close to you driving you insane. “Wooyoung, you have no idea how much I want you.“ 

He smirked, slowly sliding your panties down your legs. “Tell me, and say please,”

“Please. Wooyoung. Please touch me. If you don’t, I might cry.”

“Fucking hell, I’m going to ruin you.” He breathed, taking in the sight of you once he’d discarded of the undergarments..

“Please,” You repeated, running a hand through your hair as you motioned to your womanhood, urging him on. He lowered his head down, blowing in between your legs.

“Fuck.” You whined, biting down into your lip, and bucking your hips forwards. His hands rested on your thighs, as he positioned his mouth inbetween you. You were a whiny mess, aching for a touch from him.

“Jesus, ____. I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re moaning like a whore.” He looked at you, eyes deep and teasing.

You resisted the urge to say something snarky, knowing that would only make him take longer. He nodded at your silence before rubbing his index finger along your covered clit. His touch lingered. Your breath got caught in your throat. You whimpered, more than ready for whatever he had for you.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He kissed your heat between each word, his finger rubbing soft circles on your clit. All you could manage was a hum, nodding as he slipped a finger into you,  pumping softly. You see stars at his pace, and you whimper out his name. “Woo....Wooyoung.”  He smirks at your soft moans. “Shh, princess, we don’t want Tuan hearing us, now do we?”  You honestly felt way too fucking good to care. He added another finger into your heat, thumb still rolling against your clit. You felt tension grow in your stomach, and you had to scratch his arm to avoid from moaning when he added his tongue into the mix. He pressed it flat against you, and smirked. 

“Who’s fucking you this good?”

“You are...shit...” You moaned out your responses, his name tumbling out of your mouth over and over.

He hummed against you, adding pleasure to the waves he was sending up into your body, his pace quickened and all it took was him mumbling “Come for me, angel.” for you to come undone in his hands. He allowed you to shake and convulse, nonsense spilling out of your mouth, smiling at how absolutely fucked you looked. He rode your orgasm out, and didn’t stop, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace than before, and you begged loudly for him to stop, the overstimulation driving you insane, but he continued. “Again, princess.” He mumbled against your thigh, and come again you did. “Fuck.” You breathed out, trying to steady your breathing. “Do... you don’t think Mark heard me... do you?” Wooyoung grinned, abruptly adding a third finger and thrusting them in and out of you. This caused you to shriek loudly, which was drowned out by a long thump against the wall.

“Yeah, I’d say he did.” 

[lonelyshrimp]

What happened with your roomies if you don’t mind me asking...?

 Yknow what I’m in a mood and they don’t know my tumblr (haha they think I’m a cisstraight girl lol) so let’s get into some shit. Imma put everything under a read more bc imma rant a bit and this is gonna get long.

TW: food, unsanitary (general things not being kept clean, typically bathroom and kitchen related), drug use, fighting, slurs

tl;dr if you dont feel like reading this beast:

They steal what food i dare leave out in the kitchen rather tan keep in my room

They slam doors excessively, fight, yell horrible things to each other, have friends over yelling at like 2 am (last night for example)

Leave the doors unlocked and open?? We cant even lock the front door anymore??? (Dw the doors to our rooms all have locks. If I’m in my room or out of the house, my door is locked)

Constantly throw around the r slur. Like. All the time. Including one person having called me it. Y i k e s

One person keeps smoking in the house even though i’ve asked numerous times (and even have a note on my door) asking people to please smoke outside, it gives me headaches. You are physically hurting me stop.

Don’t Clean Anything. The kitchen is a wreck. The toilets are constantly clogging, I Am In Hell.

For context: the house is a one story house divided into a main floor and finished basement. It’s a rooming house and the basement is largely seperate from upstairs. (They have a kitchen door that they keep closed and locked.) The stairs to the basement are split into two smaller flights, with a landing in between the floors. That’s where the side door is. The public spaces upstairs are the kitchen (connects to stairs), the hallway, and the two bathrooms (big main one, tiny water closet by the front door). The rest of the upstairs is split into five rooms. For comprehension sake, we’ll call my roommates: The Couple (M&F), A, T, and J.

Mmkay lets start with the least egregious and move our way up, shall we? Theft! Of anything and everything! No one can have anything out in the public areas if they actually care about it. It. Will. Get. Stolen. Now, I have a mini fridge and the second biggest room here, so I’m lucky in that 99% of my groceries, as well as all my other belongings, fit in my room. There’s just a wee problem: I don’t have a freezer. Not to fear, past naïve me thought, I’ll just clean out and use the locked freezer since I still have the keys for that fridge! (We have two fridges and food theft was a problem beforehand and so me and my friend who lived here cleaned out the second fridge to use as our own and kept it locked.) I decided to do this after I had bought myself some ice cream, wrote my name on the top, and put it in the main freezer. I go to have some ice cream later that week, I open the tub for the first time (as in I removed the seal holding the lid onto the tub) to find that someone eaten half the tub of ice cream while making it seem like it hadn’t been opened. I know it happened at home bc the spoon marks were clear as day and I have to walk 20 minutes back from the grocery store. That woulda melted by then (Also I would’ve noticed at the store that. The tub was hella lopsided??? And way too light???) So yea of course I’m ticked now, I spent 6 bucks on that bro like just ask or get ur own??? So I put it the other freezer, and for a while it’s fine. Next month I decide to treat myself to some frozen waffles and some chicken strips and come home to find that the hinges holding the locks onto the doors of the fridge were torn out of the fridge/freezer doors. Like. The screws were pried outta this metal door rendering the locks completely useless (to the point i wouldn’t even be able to put the hinges back on.) And the cherry on top?? My ice cream was gone!!! Hope u enjoyed it, asshole. So whatever. Fine. I put my food away and. a week later?? Im like “Man i could go for some waffles rn”. I bought 2 8 packs. One chocolate chip, one cinnamon (y’all i literally buy the cheapest ones Zehrs sells. 2,19$ a box y’all. not even eggos). Surprise surprise!! The entire box of choccy chip ones GONE. Mind u, i wrote my name on all of these boxes, as well as a very large “DO NOT EAT”. so i begrudgingly had a couple (note that, 2) cinnamon waffles and move on. A couple days later I go to have some more and. The waffles are completely gone. Out of a total of 16 waffles, ya boy got a solid 2. (It’s worth noting that there was a single waffle left, but at 0,27$ a waffle, I didn’t mind leaving the box on the table with a note basically reading “these are cheap af, buy ur own bitch”.) (I didn’t swear that much tho)

I’d add the bike to the list but i can’t confirm nor deny that one of my roommates stole my tires and seat off my bike (although M does work on bikes all the time so man idk.)

Next up: wow people here are l o u d. I’m talking slamming doors all the time, slamming things around, yelling, playing music wildly loud. It’s awful. Like. You can just. Close the door quietly? Stop slamming things around please? It’s awful because loud sudden noises make me panic and lemme tell ya, wakin up at eight am bc your a-hole roommate decided to slam the door eight times bc the front door is broken because someone took the border around the jamb off instead of fixing it so we can actually?? lock that door?? because it doesnt quite fit in the jamb and so the only wat to lock it was the chain lock and. someone took that too so thats fun :)))))). The side door isn’t that much better. We have a code lock and. No One Ever Locks It. Like. I’ll come outta room and?? It’s just open????? Close the door???????????

The worst, however, is the fucking fighting. The Couple love to argue all the time. and yell at each other and slam the doors or smashing shit and they yell pretty awful things to each other. Like. I’ve heard M call his gf some awful shit. It’s worse when they have people over too. The other day there were like. 14 cops in here bc of them at like 2 am. Cue me, 2 am, trying to watch a livestream and seeing like??? Six cop cars pull up????? Wh a t????? Not fun not good for my brain.

God and. What is with everyone and the r slur??? Like what?? there are so many words you can choose stop using that word. Like okay the other night someone?? took the dc adapter for the wireless modem and one of the dudes downstairs as well as the couple were looking to see if they had a compatible dc adapter and so i just decided to wait?? and i just spaced out a bit okay whatever i was lookin at the wall like i do and fuckin. the couple had a couple friends over and one of em was chillin between the kitchen and the hall and M yells out from his room “Hey don’t you feel weird with this creepy ass bitch standing next to you? Like what is she, m*ntally r*tarded?” like wow okay dude i’m literally not doing anything. Luckily his friends reaction was basically “?? She lives here?? She can stand there if she wants??” (wow referring to myself as she feels weird and wrong).

A big problem I have is I feel like theres a community in this house that I just don’t fit into? Part of it is I’m like. the only person here who doesn’t do drugs of any kind?? Like I have nothing against ppl who use drugs like whatever bro, but it feels super othering to me when i can’t relate to anyone here because of it. That and. Getting T in particular but really just anyone but A to respect me asking that if you’re going to smoke anything to do it outside because weed and to a lesser extent cigarette smoke trigger my sensory disorder and causes me pain and causes sensory overload and I still find myself asking people to smoke outside.Like I’ve never been unreasonable and said “no drugs in the house” or some bs. I’m just asking u to respect my disability thanks.And like?? I’ll get into this in a second but there were needles in the toilet?? Bro throw them out properly.

And now: Hell.

Can no one clean up after themselves?? Do your dishes. If theres food left on your plate, throw it out first, don’t dump it in the sink. Seriously the kitchen sink is fucked. The kitchen is gross. The microwave ugh ugh ugh no thanks. No one can clean everything. This is why all my cookware and dishes are in my room. That way I can make sure I 1) Still Own It and 2) Its clean and usable. I clean them as I go and just use my own shit.

Nothing compares to the bathrooms, though. It seems like every other day one of the toilets are clogged. Last week there were spoons in the sink?? Like at least 10 spoons. In the bathroom sink. The floor is dirty because no one owns a mop and?? there was one in the kitchen?? I haven’t seen it in like a month. And the worst of all. Okay, it’s really bad when every one up here is between like. 16 and 19 I think? And I had to put up a sign in the bathroom asking people to flush when you’re done??? And I still have to flush before I can use the washroom???? And it feels like every week or so. The toilet’s clogged. Oh! I forgot to mention that the water closet doesn’t even have a doorknob anymore. Someone took it. But wait, it gets worse. Seriously if extremely unsanitary things bother u, stop reading now.

Twice in the past month I’ve had to contact the landlord because the toilets were beyond clogged. The first time was bad but oh lord nothing compares to the second time (aka last week). The first time was your pretty standard toilet clogs and backs up and its very gross. I contacted the landlord and it was fixed the next day and it was fine. For. Two Days. Im serious. See. People here have a real issue it seems of “The person before me didn’t flush so neither will I”, leading to a toilet bowl full of like. a half a roll of toilet paper and waste. F u n. What that led to was the toilet clogging, people not doing anything about it, and continuing to use it. Eventually the toilet bowl was full, so trow a shopping bag over the lid to mark the toilet as “Out of order” and move on to the other one.Both toilets were completely unusable. I emailed the landlord and i don’t know if either they or one of the people living here contacted them, but the old landlord and old property manager were here the other day to clean them out and fix them?? and yea among all the standard waste you’d expect in a toilet, there were needles? Like buddy theres a trash can right there? I know u had the needle caps bc they were in there too. just... disgusting...

bro this is just what i can think of off the top of my head i know theres more but oh no this is so long now. just. this is a lot more detail than u wanted but i wanted to get this out of my brain??

[modernlcve]

i’m not gonna send myself asks i’ll just post these like a man :  aubrie/shawn

big spoon/little spoon:   like not to use this answer constantly but they’ve transcended spooning.   they passed that a Long time ago.  they’re on that new wave of obnoxious,  should be uncomfortable cuddling trends.  if spooning is ever in the equation though,  its a free-for-all.

favorite non-sexual activity:  i have a constant visceral image of them being horrible bingewatchers and not even with an end goal or specific show they’re watching just settling in with junk food to jump into hours of watching/heckling whatever’s on mtv2.

who uses all the hot water:  shawn takes hot showers to feel alive and return to his human form after work and is not afraid to take more than one on a bad day. 

who does most of the cleaning:  personally i think they’re disgusting and don’t clean as much as they should.  i’m gonna say aubrie if only because shawn likes a good cluttered Lived In feeling to a home

who controls the netflix queue:  aubrie gets final call shawn is pretty sure he could have a good time shooting shit during anything she turned on

who calls up the landlord when the heat’s not working:   aubrie.  shawn just isn’t that strong he’s the Omega rhodes and gets nervous on the phone

who leaves their stuff around:   aubrie.  shawn lives minimally he’s used to having to pick up and move around and he tries not to accumulate too much stuff to leave around.

who remembers to buy the milk:  shawn.  its the kind of little thing that would just eat at him all day if he didn’t do it.

who cooks normally?:  they simply don’t do much in the way of actual cooking its a lot of takeout or microwave meals at best.

how often do they fight?:  i think what we were talking about earlier about them like doing their best to respect and understand one another helps to mitigate a lot of arguments they put the effort into trying to prevent fights.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:   if you think shawn wasn’t at least Calling her frequently when he was in carina ur wrong.   i say at least calling bc they could arguably be ‘sitting silently on skype occasionally speaking up like you would in real life’ hang people

who is more likely to pay for dinner?:  shawn is a gentleman and will take the check if theyre out but they both chip in for groceries and take turns paying for takeout

who made the first move?:  they will go back and forth about this til the day they die because shawn thinks he did by asking her to travel and aubrie is pretty sure she did by moving in with him in the first place but any time they get into this they end up bringing up 800 other examples of proof in their favor (ie aubrie added shawn on facebook first but shawn introduced her to his mom first). what counts as the first move anyway thats the point.

who kissed who first?:   tbd but phoenix!shawn is feeling awful bold.

who remembers things?:   shawn was always the Responsible one in charge of remembering stuff between him and his mom so he likes to think he still keeps up with stuff pretty well.

who cusses more?:   shawn.  i feel like neither of them curse an exceptional amount,  but just due to being a little ohioan dirt boy its in his blood to drop a lil something something.

what would they do if the other one was hurt?:   i feel like they’re both pretty good at understanding and picking apart what fights they do get in with eachother and idk if u would disagree abt aubrie but at least when it comes 2 one another neither of them is too proud to just be decent and go apologize

@affiinities

[wincestisasincest]

Murder in the Blue Morgue -- Part 4

Trigger warning: Verbal, and a little bit of physical abuse. Unpleasant family life in general.

Also, yay! America. We’re heeeeeeere!

Also, also, I realized that I write 2D’s accent a little inconsistently, but y’all know what he sounds like. I’ll try to get it right, of course, but yeah I’ve realized I missed it a little.

First chapter: https://twincestforthewincest.tumblr.com/post/181730682110/murder-in-the-blue-morgue-part-1?is_related_post=1

Second chapter: https://twincestforthewincest.tumblr.com/post/181756574650/murder-in-the-blue-morgue-part-2

Third chapter: https://twincestforthewincest.tumblr.com/post/181756696770/murder-in-the-blue-morgue-part-3

Let’s-a go!

Hey this is Stuart Pot right

Whos this

It’s ur kid Jo

Powell

Oh yea

So apparently my mom wants to take u to court anyway

Thought u would like to kno

What

She still needs some more money

Says ur not doing ur part

And apparently theres evidence that u missed payments

From other moms as well

Damn

Thanks luv

Np

Gl

////A week passes////

The apartment that stood before him looked like something straight out of an inspirational movie about inner city kids finding their voice, of course, written by people that had never actually gone into the city. The dilapidated building seemed near inhabitable, and looked to be more susceptible to squatters, not people who made an effort to pay rent. The bricks were jutting out in random places, looking like they were just barely keeping the building in place. The windows were cracked, with the ghoulish colors of the curtains on the other side making them incredibly off-putting. Even the fire escapes were so rusted and ramshackle in appearance that they looked like they would fall apart if any weight was put on them. It was almost comically broken and in pieces, stereotypical in nature. But, apparently, it was home to someone. “Well, it looks like 2D won’t be the first person murdered ‘ere.” Murdoc slithered out of the car, taking in the entire building, and somewhat enjoying himself. “They must’ve really been struggling if they can’t keep the rent up for this place,” Russel and Noodle clambered out of the back, approaching 2D as he gawked at the building in front of him, “Looks like one of those spots where drug deals happen.” “Hey now, that’s not always a bad thing.” Murdoc took another step forward. “Well, no point in standing ‘ere all day.” 2D walked forward towards the door, careful to pick a spot on the handle that wasn’t covered in some sort of unidentified substance. He pulled on the handle, caught off guard when it didn’t immediately open. He pulled again, with more force, still the door was stalled by its lock. “2A, was it?” Noodle approached 2D’s side. “Yeah, why?” Noodle’s well-manicured nail pressed on the buzzer as the ear-splitting noise rang out through the empty street. “It’s Joey Powell, who’s this?” A familiar, albeit distorted voice welcomed them on the meager speaker. 2D actually found the distortion somewhat comforting, as he was reminded of the Gorillaz musical style in the distortion. “Hey, Jo, it’s, uh, 2D. Can we come-“ “’D, ya gotta press on the button.” “Oh, sorry,” Buzz, “Hey, Jo, it’s uh, 2D. Can we come in? The band’s all ‘ere.” “Sure, hold on.” The speaker turned off, and another, louder buzz rang out, along with a click. 2D finally managed to open the door, and the band crowded into a musty hallway with a linear, uninviting stair case. 2D checked behind himself, knowing that the band wouldn’t leave him, but still wanting to be sure that he wasn’t going up the stairs by himself. 2D traipsed up the stairs, Noodle following suit, Murdoc taking time to gawk at the shoddy light fixtures in the apartment, and Russel slowly keeping Murdoc shambling forward. The stairs were carpeted with some poorly colored green and blue patches, looking like they had definitely seen better days, but also worse ones. The various mystery stains and white splotches that were sprinkled on the carpeting looked like they were ripped out of a crime scene, adding to the vibe of the building. They creaked their way past the first floor, and explored their way into the second floor, stopping in front of the scratched, wooden mess that was the entrance of apartment 2A. 2D gave a hesitant knock. “It’s open!” The same voice, this time muffled, yelled to them from inside the apartment. 2D pushed the door open. The first thing that hit him was the smell of the place, which was surprisingly homey, despite the depressed condition of the small apartment. There was a large central room, sporting a couch with clothes and a blanket strewn all over, a small television, a brief tiled interlude with kitchen equipment and a small table, and a large table in the back, with several sheets of paper stacked on top of it. It branched out into two smaller rooms, one with a half open door that contained a twin-size bed. The second thing that hit him was the heat, or rather lack of heat. The minute he stepped into the room, 2D began shivering, and instinctively zipped up his jacket. “Make yourselves at home, sorry about the cold.” 2D peered into the kitchen, containing the same girl who had visited Kong just a few weeks ago, this time resting on one of the countertops under the cabinets with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. A small ensemble of tools was at her side, and she appeared to be screwing something into one of the hinges of the cabinet, while supporting it with her other hand. “Where’s, uh, where’s Kathleen?” 2D tentatively took a step into the kitchen. “She’s, uh, supposed to be here right now, but she told me that she’s picking up dinner on her way home from work, whatever that means. Also,” She turned her head to the side, looking directly at him, “Why’re you here? And… how’d you find this address?” “Well, uh, I figured I would discuss the legal issues with your mum in person, I dun want her talkin’ about them behind my back or anyfing. And, um, Noodle and Russel just wanted to see you an’ Murdoc didn’ want ta be by ‘imself. I found the address in one of the legal files from my lawyer.” “So, wait, you flew all the way out here for this?” “Yeah, didn’ really have anyfing else to do, and I kinda wan’ this to be done wif for good. So, I figured I would come in person. ‘Specially seein’ as email isn’t really the best way to have legal conversations.” “And, how do you plan to tell her you found out about this?” “Oh, um, I hadn’t really fought about tha’ I just figured-“ “She’s not gonna be happy with me, even if this gets resolved. But, I guess you’re here already, so…” her voice trailed off as 2D looked at the floor, “Anyway, help yourselves to the fridge. We have some beer, I think, and there’s a sink if you want water. It’ll definitely be cold. Hey Noodle! Hey Russel!” Noodle and Russel continued their gander around the apartment, with Murdoc heading straight to the fridge and pulling out a beer. “’Ello, luv. I’m Murdoc Niccals, but you probably already know that,” He kept one eye trained on her, and used his other socket to snap the top off the beer bottle, “So you’re 2D’s, then?” “Apparently so.” 2D watched their conversation, ready to step in I anything were to happen. Murdoc had been nicer, recently, but that didn’t mean that he was more tasteful, especially when he was curious about something. “Wan’ some advice? Neva tell anyone. Ever. You’ll get a lo’ of fake friends, who just wanna talk to you so they can get a shot at meeting Murdoc Niccals.” “Already doin’ a good job at not telling anyone.” “Heh heh, I like this one, Dents. Mind if I smoke?” “I don’t, but mom might. But she’s also not here.” Murdoc pulled a box of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and lit one, offering one to 2D, who accepted. Noodle and Russel had sat down on the couch, both giving each other vaguely awkward looks as they were reminded of the squalid conditions that some people lived in. Of course, they’d both had hardships of their own, but it was easy to get used to luxury. There was always the slight, but noticeable, difference in living conditions that required a bit of adjustment. “What’re ya doin’ there, anyway?” Noodle questioned from the other side of the room. “Fixing the cabinet. Damn thing’s been broken for a week now,” Jo put one of the tools in her mouth while picking up another silvery instrument and a screw, still fiddling with the hinges of the cabinet, “We don’t even keep things in here, but the landlord is gonna charge us if it stays damaged for any longer.” She muttered through the screwdriver. “How did you break it?” “Mom had a wild night, apparently.” The keys in the door were jiggling, and the room went silent. The door was pushed open by a stout looking woman carrying a large purse, a bag of McDonald’s, and jingling keys being twirled around her finger. She took one look around the room, and sighed. “I figured I would see you again, Stu.” “Yeah, I kinda need to talk to you about somefing.” He took a long puff of his cigarette before looking at the floor again. “Lemme guess, you found out because of the waste of space over there?” She strolled into the kitchen and plopped the bag of McDonald’s on the table. “Sorry for not wantin’ to be in court for an extra two bucks. My priorities must be screwed or somethin’.” She slid off the top of the counter and investigated the bag of food. “The fries are for you.” “Ooh, a large. How generous.” She pulled out a container of fries and began to chomp away ravenously. “Hey, it’s not like you’ve been workin’ all day or anything.” “Actually, I have. I babysat for five hours and fixed all of the cabinets and the bedpost. And don’t you get free food at work, anyway?” “Yeah, but dealing with your shithead of a daughter is enough of a second job. ‘Specially when she’s goes behind your back to cover legal business that she’s not involved in.” “I’m literally the reason you have enough legal power to do any of this!” “Yeah, but you’re also the reason I’m so goddamn miserable, so keep your nose out of it, slut.” “Ooh, the walking sperm bank wants to talk about being a slut.” Her rejoinder was met with a slap upside the head as Jo quickly moved out of the kitchen. “And why the hell are all these other people here?” “They, um, they wanted to-“ “We wanted to see Jo and we were wondering if she could show us around town a little bit.” Russel interrupted 2D, knowing that there was already enough tension in the room. “Huh, first time for everything.” Kathleen shrugged. “Well yeah, usually people are too scared of you to come visit.” “Alright, let’s go, Jo. New Jersey’s got their diners, right?” Russel stood up, bringing Noodle with him and giving Murdoc a death glare as he began to walk towards the door. “Mom, I’m takin’ some of the money.” Jo peeked in the lockbox at the back of the drawer. “My ass you are.” “I earned half of it anyway. And don’t act like you were planning on paying for anything important with it. I wonder how many escorts 1700 dollars can buy anyway.” This rejoinder was met by Kathleen picking up Murdoc’s empty beer bottle and chucking it across the room. It shattered against the wall and Jo ducked. Noodle was shortly at her side, practically pulling her out of the room. “It’s okay, Ms. Powell, we’ll handle it. Murdoc, let’s go.” They had slammed the door behind them before either of the Powells could get out another word.

Man, we love those casually abuse relationships, don’t we?

Also, next chapter, plot, excitement, violence!

Get ready.

Also, thanks for everyone who’s made it this far.

[flightless-icarus]

saturday august 27, 2022

so yesterday i had apartment inspections and my landlord kept complimenting my apartment bc it was so empty LMAO and it made it easier to check outlets and stuff. i have such a headache right now, but im awake because i had a really late dinner and now i have indigestion bc of it. im sitting here feeling sick as HELL since i ate so late- and i know that happens, but i cant skip meals rn, i literally can’t afford to skip my meals right now, weight wise.

ive been popping nausea meds like its candy lately to keep my stomach frrm getting so upset lately. it was even fucking testing me tonight but i just tried to breathe through it. i didnt want to take another one, because they give me headaches lol, which is frustrating bc i have one

im super sleepy, but i cant go to bed until i get a shower, and i dont wanna get in the shower until this indigestion goes away. i need some water, but im procrastinating it.

i just got some water.

things have been tough lately. im all hung up on my ex friends messages to me. i know what she said was bullshit- she called me selfish and a liar. If putting myself first, and taking care of myself and setting boundaries is selfish, then i am absolutely selfish. and i dont recall ever lying to her about anything aside frorm my feelings towards her. (her and i lived together at one point and i was very fake-nice to her while we lived together to keep the peace because when she decided she hated me [typically for ableist reasons], she was really mean and verbally hostile and it made me stop eating and get sick, so i was fake with her for my own safety and health, and then i was convinced to give her another chance and regretted it shortly after because i realised she very much hadn’t changed, and was gaslighting me and telling me I had problems when she was the one causing issues.) but anyway, she kept telling me my “karma was getting me for being such a bad person” which has me… confused.. even after talking to it with some close friends.

i live alone, my bills are paid (things are just financially rough for 1 more month, then after this month, ill be pretty set money wise), my apartment is my own, im in an okay area, i have the best friends ive ever had in my life, i THINK i have a crush on someone who feels mutually- like this is the closest to having a partner ive been in several years, i have a therapist, i have health insurance and im getting answers to my health issues, i get to spend my days doing the things i love (art), and im separated from my parents. fully.

i am literally the best ive ever been (aside from trauma stuff coming up, but that comes with the territory of being alone with ur thoughts all day and night) and im in the most stable living situation ive ever been in, and shes gonna tell me MY karma is getting me rn while shes working at target and trying to solve all her health problems with essential oils???? (she is anti vax)

im just so deeply confused. she said “have fun with your lame ass life and 5 internet friends and being selfish and living in a terrible neighbourhood, karmas a bitch now bye”

i dont place my value in how many friends i have, or how many times i go out. ive tried to tell her SEVERAL times that im very content being a homebody. i enjoy spending time alone and have fun with playing video games or watching youtube, reading, writing, and creating art. i like being inside. ive explained that to her more times than i can count and the fact that she just never once listened to me and is calling my life lame lmao. 4 of my 5 friends live only about an hour away and could visit if I scheduled with them a time to hang out, and my neighbourhood isnt bad. Yes there’s gun violence around here, but its… florida… of course there is. she thinks its some big dangerous neighbourhood bc its a predominantly black neighbourhood and shes racist as hell. this neighbourhood isnt more, or less dangerous than any other neighbourhood in my city. plus…… she tries to use ‘karmas a bitch’ at me as if i haven’t told her many times that i dont believe in karma. i believe in consequences to your actions. good & bad is subjective (in non-extreme cases), this situation specifically- i think shes awful and she thinks im awful. Does that mean we both get bad karma? no. it doesnt make sense. karma would only make sense for r^pists and ped0s and m^rderers and ab*sers. People like that.

I hope she figures out how to treat people who are different than her. she gets in this “i can fix them” mindset and then gets mad when they dont accept her “help”. She would always tell me how she. only wanted to help me, but anytime i came to her with my issues, i got ridiculed, questioned, ignored, and made fun of. I told her about my deep, personal shit and i was met with her asking me the most vile, invasive questions ive ever gotten about that issue in my entire life. i told her about something as silly as my water heater breaking and the maintenance man freaking out about it because it was so aggressively dangerous and unsafe to even keep turned on and i had to get an emergency replacement because of it- i told her about that and she didnt even acknowledge it, she just said “damn, anyway did you listen to my voice memos”

also she wants to claim i dropped off and never checked in with her…. i just moved into a place oN MY OWN *one month ago*. ONE MONTH AGO. I ***JUST*** GOT SETTLED IN THIS PLACE THIS WEEK. Im finally getting used to handling cleaning and cooking for myself every day, and im getting used to being alone and finally getting over my nighttime paranoia and im dealing with a lot of trauma stuff that i clearly cant go to her with- and shes gonna accuse me of just dropping off because i didnt talk to her for a couple of weeks, when i have friends i can, and HAVE dropped off from for YEARS and we picked back up chatting like nothing ever happened.

Biggest example is this guy i was friends with in 2020, one day i just quit replying, and he did the same, and i just reached out to him literally 3 days ago and he still refers to me as his friend and we were chatting and talking shit with each other, and he told me about how he still plays music and hes been putting most of his energy into that. Same with a different guy, we didnt talk for a year and now we’re updating each other on our lives and chatting again, and he told me all about how hes visiting his girlfriend in a week and im really excited for him, especially bc theyre moving in together next year. and yet she couldnt handle 2 fucking weeks while i was adjusting to living alone and unpacking by myself and trying to take care of myself during this really big adjustment?

she also tried to tell me that my ex friends told her about how im such a liar and how im so selfish and i asked her to tell me what i have lied about, because she has a history of just calling me names (ableist, a liar, a manipulator, etc) just because she “Wants to piss me off” and she “doesnt actually believe that”, because ive called her out on calling me names before and i would say ‘show me how im being X’ and then later id call her out and say ‘idk why you said this, you never told me how i was being xyz’ and she’d say “oh well i dont actually think that, i was just mad” so i plan to tell those ex friends shes so close with that she either lied about them, or threw them under the bus :) either way, shes about to meet her “karma” aka: consequences to her own actions. once i get my laptop back from them and pay them back, im telling them about her either lying on their name or throwing them under the bus so they know shes a rat. idk why she would use their names tbh lmao, considering her and i were actively fighting.

call me petty, but id wanna know if my friends were throwing me under the bus.

i dont need her. i dont need anyone like that in my life. i dont want to be friends with people who will spin false narratives about me because im taking care of myself, or lying out of self preservation because you make me feel unsafe. i dont want to be friends with people who dont make me feel good. ive had enough of those. i didnt even let my family treat me poorly, what makes you think im gonna let random people treat me badly.

anyway, its 4am and i want to get in the shower, my stomachs feeling a little better, and maybe now that ive written about this, ill shut the fuck up about it. i keep talking to a friend of mine a bout it and im sure ive annoyed the absolute fuck out of them (though they agree with me and ive told them everything ive written here)

[baronvontribble]

Original drabble, pt. 7

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looool

Faking a cough and telling his boss that he needed a few days off was easy. Writing an email to the his contact down the pipeline and telling them that he'd need a few weeks was much, much harder. The wording had to be just right; they didn't really have specific codephrases or anything, but they never said anything outright either. He went through several drafts before finally settling on one that he was satisfied with.

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gonna have 2 postpone that lunch date downtown this weekend. got a helluva leak & the landlord wont do shit so im gonna have to fix it myself. will hit u up when i have the time again

-marshmallow

ps: ill pay for ur train tickets dont worry

He leaned back in his chair and stared at it, letting out a nervous breath. "That'll work, right?"

"It looks appropriately misleading to me," Adam said.

"Emily's a smart kid, I've worked with her before. She should be able to pick up on it." Ted folded his arms and continued to stare at the message. "And hopefully it'll just look like I'm postponing a date with an out-of-town girlfriend to anyone else."

"I noticed it's a different email than the one tied to your phone."

"Always has been. I've got what, five different emails now?" He shifted in his seat, joints creaking from spending too long in his computer chair. He hadn't really moved too much since that morning, and it was well past noon by then. He'd been making sure he could deliver on what he'd promised. "The phone's the weakest link. Thing is, the messenger's the only thing installed on it, and no one in the pipeline uses that particular app for messaging since it's dated as shit. Mom uses it, but that's about it, and I doubt she's gonna rat me out even if she finds out what I do."

"How can you be sure of that?"

Ted smirked. "She works at a hospital that's run almost entirely by robots. Divorced my dad over it being a good idea to do shit like that to begin with. I'm pretty sure I know what side of the fence she's on with the whole AI thing."

"I see." That was all he had to say on that, apparently. After that little freak-out earlier, Adam didn't seem to be in all that wordy of a mood. But then, he was busy trying to tag still images with what he saw in them in another tab, so Ted wasn't about to hold it against him.

Well, it wasn't like Ted lacked for conversation topics. "How's it going so far? The tagging, I mean."

"Badly." A few seconds later he broke his non-chatty streak to elaborate, "I'm going by colors for now. I opened up a second page that helps me match hexadecimal codes to both specific and generic color names, but that's usually as far as I get. It doesn't help that lighting seems to have an effect on what appearance a given base color might take."

And the dumbass was probably sampling those colors pixel by pixel, too. Using brute processing force was one way to master the process, Ted supposed.

"Don't feel bad if it takes a while. You'll get the hang of it."

"You sound way too amused by this."

"Who, me? Never. I'm the very essence of stoicism."

Adam had a smile in his voice when he spoke again. "Liar."

"Yeah, alright. You caught me." Ted stretched out in his chair and stifled a yawn, joints popping as they flexed beyond where they probably should. "I'm just happy you're figuring it out. I mean, even just realizing that you can cross-reference is a step in the right direction."

"It would be easier if I knew what I was looking at."

"Want me to help?" Partway through the process of typing his email, Ted had realized that the help he could offer might not be so well-received. He didn't want to make things harder than they already were; he had to be tactful, wait for permission. He couldn't just insert himself into proceedings like he so often did. This was a delicate situation. He knew that now.

Or he could be overthinking it. Adam couldn't quite sigh, but he could portray some semblance of relief in his voice. "I'd appreciate it," he said; a moment later, the laptop had been tabbed in to the correct window so Ted could participate. "Try to restrain yourself from giving bad answers to fuck with me. This data has to be accurate."

"I know, I know." Ted did know. Really. "But gimme a minute, okay? I'm gonna plug in my mouse so I can use it to point things out to you."

"Right."

And so it began.

The images were little more than stock photos, and the 'game' was to tag as many details as possible. Matching up with what other people had tagged it with meant a better score. Ted was observant to a fault, so his results with such things in the past had been mixed at best as he sometimes noticed things that no one ever bothered to tag. This made it all the more viable as a learning tool, because not only was Adam learning what other people tagged the image with and why - seeing what an average person might be able to glean from it - but he was also having the tiny details pointed out to him by someone who was way too anxious to not notice basically everything.

Since the goal was not just to get Adam to be able to notice details, but to also have him act convincingly human while doing so, this gave him a reasonable benchmark for what he could mention he'd noticed to an average person without looking like he had a weirdly photographic memory with the perfect ability to recall anything and everything. To Ted, this was step one. The average person sees a duck in a pond - maybe even identifying the duck as a mallard - while the hyper-observant person sees that it's overcast and around midday from the sky's reflection in the pond's surface or that there's a gum wrapper and a bit of soggy bread clearly visible in the murky water near the detritus-littered shore.

It was the photos of people that were really a nightmare for Adam. For all his ability to pick up on all the tiny nonverbal cues present in an audio recording, he couldn't so much as even guess at gender presentation of random people in stock photos, let alone their expressions or body language. Ted had to walk him through every last detail, and these were the prettiest, most unambiguous sorts of human beings to boot. The photos were dominated by tall, broad men with either lantern jaws or facial hair, and soft, curvy women with round faces and perfect contouring; women had long hair, men had short hair, and children were dressed as either very male or very female to match the adults. Ted found them obnoxious.

And that wasn't even getting into indicators of disability or profession or anything. Just once, he'd like to see more average people pop up in these things. He was downright relieved to get back to pictures of sheep and grass and flowers and buildings and boats whenever he got done with tagging a person. Not-people didn't bother him nearly as much.

Either way, somewhere along the line he lost track of time completely.

"You should eat something," Adam said out of the blue at one point. Ted straightened up in his chair and shot a glance at the clock in the corner of the laptop's screen, only to frown at it like it'd betrayed him.

It was almost three in the afternoon already? Christ. "Probably," he admitted, stretching out with a slight wince. "Feel like you're making progress yet?“

"I don't know. How do you 'feel' progress? It seems like something that should have a clearer definition than to just feel it." 

"Hey man, don't knock feelings. They've got definitions, those definitions are just subjective as fuck." Ted was smiling as he said it, mirroring what he'd heard in Adam's own voice. Both of them were joking. Adam knew full well what Ted had meant, he was just taking a jab at the presentation. "Do you think you've made progress so far?"

"Yes." Adam sounded terribly smug, as if to say see? That was all you had to say. "It's slow, but once I know what I'm looking at, it makes things easier."

Ted shoved off from the desk and stood, taking another moment to stretch. "Cool. Then I'm gonna make some pizza rolls."

Off he went. "Those are bad for you," Adam said as he wandered off. "Humans need nutrients. Pizza rolls are not nutritious."

"Don't care," Ted replied. Along with the pizza rolls, he made sure to retrieve a soda out of the fridge as well just to be contrary. It was hard to care about minor health hazards when he so often had major ones to worry about, and people telling him that he probably should care only made him less likely to do so. "It's calories. It'll work as a stand-in for lunch until I get to dinner."

"I don't think that's how nutrition works." Several seconds passed as Ted wrestled with the packaging, got a plate, and put everything in the microwave.

"Ted. I looked it up. This isn't food, Ted. It has about the same value as eating cardboard."

"Ayep." Ted cracked open the soda and took a swig as he turned on the microwave and let it spin.

"Do you do this often?"

Ted snorted. "Uh, do you really want me to answer that question?"

"According to this site, when the potential long-term effects of such a poor diet are combined with your outward symptoms - such as being the wrong color for a human - it's a strong indicator that your kidneys are probably failing." Adam spoke as if he felt he was the absolute voice of authority on this, and Ted shook with silent laughter as he leaned against the counter. "I think you should get bloodwork done."

"Dude." Good God, what kind of website had Adam even managed to find? Ted felt like he was talking to his grandparents after they'd spent three hours on an online medical journal and decided he looked like he had some obscure genetic disorder that would give him pulmonary fibrosis (whch he didn't). "That 'being the wrong color' thing? It's genetic. I have practically no pigmentation. It's not gout or scurvy or whatever the hell you've found on the internet, just albinism and shitty lighting."

Silence reigned for at least ten full seconds. "I see."

"I take vitamins, alright? And I know my diet isn't all that great, but it's not like pizza rolls are all I eat." He was about to say something about how Adam had seen him eat other things, but then he remembered that Adam couldn't actually see all that well. "Besides, if there was something in my bloodwork, my doctor woulda told me last time I had a checkup. See, unlike some humans, I get those pretty regularly."

"Right." Then, "I'm sorry."

"What for, man? I'm not mad. Hell, at least you care." He'd take a little overworrying anyday if it meant someone was at least trying to understand his problems. It was kinda cute. Big tough super high-tech AI worrying about a squishy human. "And y'know, if you wanna know what's actually wrong with me, all you gotta do is ask."

The microwave beeped, and Adam considered. "You'd tell me that?"

"I tell people all the time."

"No, that's not-" He cut himself off mid-rendering, and Ted raised an eyebrow over in the direction of the living room while pulling the pizza rolls out of the microwave. "Isn't that like telling me how your code is written?"

Huh. Ted had never thought of it that way. "Not really. It's more like, uh... I guess I figure that telling you what versions of what software is running isn't exactly going to give you access to any of the passwords protecting my data, but it will tell you how to work with what I've got going on." Was that an accurate analogy? This barrier to understanding really did go both ways.

The fans weren't quite roaring, but they were definitely humming away audibly in the background; it was always so easy to tell when Adam was mulling something over. "Yes, I would like to know. If that's all right."

"Fine by me." With a plate in one hand and a drink in the other, Ted came back to the not-a-desk and plopped right back down in his chair. "For starters, look up Ehlers-Danlos syndrome."

A minute later Adam asked him how the hell he was alive, and he almost breathed a mouthful of pizza roll.

[tanyaschizoid89]

HONESTLY.

I AM IN A BAD SPACE RIGHT NOW. NEW YORK CITY IS TERRIBLE PLACE TO LIVE ! WILL RUIN UR LIFE ! THE PLACE IS TOO EASY TO COMMIT MURDER , BECAUSE THERE IS NO HELP ! I AM TIRED OF NYPD ! ALL THIS. ALL THE CHRISTIAN PPL ON YOUTUBE , GOT SO MUCH TO SAY. FUCK IT. I DONT CARE ! WE ALL EXPERIENCE POVERTY AT SOME TIME , BUT EXPERIENCING POVERTY , AND , THE RISK OF CATCHING A MURDER CASE , IS NOT , PPL ALWAYS GOT SO MUCH TO SAY. BUT WHAT MATTERS IS YOUR COMFORT ! AND NYC TO ME AT THIS POINT , IDC. THIS PLACE COMMIT , THE SAME RAPE CRIMES , DRUG ABUSER ASS PEOPLE ! I WILL BE THEN MURDERED A WHOLE MOTHERFUCKING BUILDING , AND FOR WHAT ! WHEN U LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF SODOM N GOMORRAH , ITS NOT AS EASY TO MAKE THE BEST DECISIONS ! SAY WHAT U WANT ! ITS NOT ABOUT BEING POOR , ITS ABOUT BEING SAFE ! WHAT GOOD IS IT IF YOUR POOR , AND U CAN LOSE UR FREEDOM AT ANY TIME ! I FEEL DISREPSPECTED IN THE CITY ! THE CONGREGATION ! DONT CARE ! IF I STAY HERE , I'M READY TO KILL ! I CANT ! THE UNHEALTHY CONDITIONS ! DRUG ABUSERS ! I WAS OFFERED A PISTOL , BUT , IF I DROP A BODY , I WANT IT TO BE , THE BODY I DROPPED ! NOT SOMEBODY ELSES ! IT SO FUCKING DEPRESSING HERE ! THE ONLY WAY TO MAKE IT OUT , IS 2 KILL , AND THATS FUCKED UP HOW NY IS SET UP THAT WAY ! U CANT EVEN LIVE A FAIR DECENT LIFE OUT HERE ! THE STRESS I HAVE ENDURED , I SHOULDVE BEEN COMMITTED A MASSACRE ! EVERY MAN FOR HIM SELF ! NYC PROTECTS THE RAPIST , CRACKHEADS , AND JUNKIES , BUT NOT PPL WHO WANT TO PROTECT AND CHANGE THE WORLD ! TRUMP WAS RIGHT ABOUT ONE THING ! THEY DO TREAT U LIKE SHIT HERE ! YOU PAY ALL THIS MONEY AND HIGH ASS TAXES , AND FOR WHAT ?! WHAT DO U GET OUT OF IT , BUT BLOOD SHED ! NOBODY SHOULD HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THAT , OR RAISE THEIR CHILDREN IN AN ENVIRONMENT LIKE THAT ! I DONT HAVE TO PROVE ANYTHING , TO THE LANDLORD , TO THE COPS ! SO I DONT CARE , ITS NO LONGER MY PROBLEM NOW ! THE ONLY WAY TO SURVIVE OUT HERE , IS TO SHOOT TO KILL ! ITS FUCKED UP ! NYC ONLY CARES ABOUT MENTALLY DISTURBED PPL ! CUZ THEY MAKE MONEY OFF THEM ! DISGUSTING ! BUT WHAT AB THE PPL WHO ARE AFFECTED FROM THOSE KIND OF PPL ! FUCK THAT ! I GOT MY OWN FUCKIN PROBLEMS ! U COME FROM OHIO , TO A MOTHERFUCKIN SHITSHOW ! I WOULD NEVER REFER SOMEONE HERE ! U NEED AT LEAST 50,000 TO 100,000 TO MOVE HERE TO LIVE , HONESTLY , AND COMFORTABLY. IF U POOR , UR GOING TO LIVE IN SODOM N GOMORRAH , WHERE THE RAPIST ROAM , AND USE THEIR DRUG ABUSE , AND MENTAL RETARDATION , TO RAPE AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF PPL. I WILL KILL SOME SORRY ASS LOWLIFE LIKE THAT. U THINK U GONNA PUT UR HANDS ON ME , AND I'M SUPPOSE TO CALL NYPD ?! THEY DONT CARE ABOUT NOBODY ! NYC IS A CHESS GAME ! THE POOR IS THE PAWN. U GET RAPED RIGHT NOW , ALL THEY GONE SAY IS , ..." HE MENTALLY DISTURBED OR IS A SUBSTANCE ABUSE USER ! " NYC AINT NICE , AND NEVER WAS , AND NEVER WILL BE ! TOO MANY INNOCENT CIVILIANS SUFFERING FROM EVIL , AND BLOODSHED. IF I HAD A TRILLION DOLLARS , I STILL WOULDNT LIVE HERE ! BUT PAYBACK IS A BITCH ! N I DEFINITELY WILL PAY A VISIT !BECAUSE NYC OWES ME ! N IF U A CHURCH YOUTUBE CHANNEL , DISSIN ME CUZ OF MAH ( REAL) ASS STRUGGLE , THEN FUCK YOU BITCH ! I DONT NEED U , OR YO SORRY ASS , SUCKA ASS PRAYERS ! I BEEN A WARRIOR , 💯

[flowerconcept-blog]

(soft) gang!wonho

ok so in the gang wonho is the hacker!!!! u would think he was out there beating people up constantly since he’s so….. big…. but most of the time during heists he’s watching the computer and driving the getaway car. he is too soft to be hurting anyone!!!

but he still wears big leather jackets and has a sleeve of tattoos and a bunch of ear piercings and looks super hot all the time. he’s just secretly soft

when he needs to get involved in the messier stuff he prefers hand to hand combat. he feels weird about fighting in the first place and if he’s going to beat someone up he would rather use his fists

which is ok because the gang tries to be relatively nonviolent to stay under the radar anyways, they only really go after people when there’s a good reason. most of their crimes are theft and money laundering

anyways shownu is the unofficial head of the gang and the operation mostly runs out of his apartment

and you are shownu’s best friend since childhood!!!! you are both only children and you have been practically joined at the hip since you were very young so you’re practically family

you’re currently going to nursing school and want to work in the ER, but you know about shownu’s business and sometimes you help him out with it for a little extra income (because you’re in serious debt)

shownu’s always tried to keep you away from the gang because he doesn’t want you to get seriously involved and put you at risk, but ….. guess what that’s not gonna happen

being a student you’re super in debt, you work a job on top of nursing school but it isn’t much, and when your landlord ups your rent you know there’s no way you can afford it so you ask shownu if you can stay at his apartment until you graduate in a few months

and he’s reluctant to have you staying at a gang hq, but he is more reluctant to watch you get screwed over by debt so basically you move into shownu’s apartment

both of you are very busy and you work long hours so usually you don’t encounter anything intense, but one night you come home after a bunch of missed calls from shownu and….. there is a guy with a knife wound in the living room with a bunch of other guys you’ve seen glimpses of crowding around him

and shownu has got this face that you haven’t seen since you told him your boyfriend cheated on you

even though you’re running on like 3 hours of sleep and 5 cups of coffee, your nursing instincts take over and you usher all of the mystery men away from the bleeding, half-conscious guy and tell shownu to get the first aid kit you keep in the bathroom

long story short: you go nurse mode and disinfect and stitch up the wound and bandage it properly, and it’s not until you’re sitting back with bloody hands that the situation even sinks in

the situation being you’re sitting next to the most handsome person you’ve ever seen (and you’re best friends with son hyunwoo) and you just had your hands all over his…… … beautiful chest…… 

spoiler: it’s wonho

but at this point it’s midnight and you have class in the morning and you’re too tired to process this information, so you give shownu some brief instructions, go take a shower and then pass th f*ck out without even thinking about the pretty blonde in the living room

in the morning you run out to class and when you get back the blonde guy is sitting up on the couch and watching tv

and you’re like “oh” and he’s like “oh” and looks like he’s about to stand up but ur like “no stay sitting movement might mess up the stitches! i can’t believe shownu didn’t take you to the hospital” and the guy looks guilty™ so you feel bad and ur like….. “ok i get it you couldn’t go to the hospital but still you really could’ve died”

and he SMILES and you…. are like…… OH……… because he looks like the sun and then he goes “but you stitched me back together so i’m alright”

and oh…. even his voice….. is pretty……..…….. you clear your throat and stammer out your name and he introduces himself as wonho and … you really are mad about this……

especially when you realize you probably need to check the stitches and that means getting up close and personal again! which you are not sure you can handle! but you have to because you are a professional nurse so you ask him to take off his shirt to check his wound

and of course he gets all flustered…. sweet baby

and u (being an idiot) go “don’t worry it’s nothing i haven’t seen before!!!!!!” and laugh nervously and he gets more flustered

shownu and the guy who looks like a hamster(kihyun you think) show up and you are both blushing furiously as you are rebandaging a shirtless wonho and shownu is like [papa bear face] but kihyun is like [side eyes emoji]

wonho stays in the apartment for a week or so so you can make sure the wound doesn’t get infected or anything and because shownu is a worried dad, and the two of you have really really obvious crushes on each other but are both really awkward about it

whenever you come into the living room/dining room area to get water or something wonho unsubtly glances over at you at least 10 times, and when you see wonho fresh out of the shower in a pair of sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt you audibly gasp …… and then pretend to cough to cover it up

but you also have cute lil conversations while you make him do simple exercises to check his mobility with the wound and he tells you random things about the video game he’s been playing and his roommate hyungwon (who you find out is the tall sleepy one of shownu’s friends) and how he likes to sing and you complain about how busy you are and it’s sweet

but when he goes back to his apartment you don’t have his number or anything because u were both too shy to ask

and for a couple of weeks you don’t see each other because you keep missing each other in the apartment….. but wonho keeps asking shownu about how you are and you keep mentioning wonho to shownu and shownu is lowkey like this is cute

but is highkey like i rlly don’t want my best friend dating someone who could be arrested at any time it’s bad enough they are living with me…….. so he avoids setting the two of you up out of worry but then… heyo it is shownu’s bday

and you and minhyuk accidentally became friends (i mean not accidentally but he was around when wonho was staying at your place and minhyuk becomes friends with everyone) so he invites you to a club night w/ them to celebrate

and yeah u fricking guessed it you look good as hell and yeah u fricking guessed it when wonho sees you his ears go BRIGHT red (hyungwon is like “lol even i can tell u like them”)

but also he looks amazing because he’s wonho but also he’s in like a tight white button up shirt and it does that thing where he’s too big so the middle button opens up

nd one thing leads to another. and i’m not saying that wonho grabs your hand at one point of the night and takes you outside to kiss you but he does exactly that. and i’m not SAYING that the two of u go home to his apartment and spend the night but yes u do. it’s sweet

and the morning after when the two of you wake up wonho brushes your hair out of your eyes and kisses your forehead oh so gently and is like “this wasn’t just a one night thing to me, if u would like…. i would really like to take you out on a date”

and ur like “please and i want to kiss you but first where’s your bathroom i gotta pee”

your dynamic from day one is very domestic and honest, you’re both busy so a lot of your dates are just lounging around eating ramyun and laughing about one thing or another

but also whenever you have time u definitely go out on the town

when the gang pulls off a good heist he goes all out and sends you super nice clothes/lingerie/etcs and u text him like i know…..… where this money is from and he’s like it’s fine baby and sends a selfie kissy face and ur like you know what ur right you could never hurt a fly

wonho likes to give you flowers and other pretty things!! cuz he’s always like “look at how pretty this is…. it reminded me of u” but not in a cheesy way in a completely genuine way

you wear his big leather jacket once and yeah……… u guys fuck

shownu is super protective of you at first but realizes that if any of his friends was going to date you wonho is probably the best choice lmao

changkyun sometimes cracks jokes like lol u shouldn’t have saved his life that one time then u wouldn’t be stuck with him!!!! but ur like changkyun next time u get stabbed it’ll be for being a smartass and also i won’t stitch you up

i think generally wonho would want to be very open with you especially since his work is so secretive and dangerous and he doesn’t want to hide things from you. this is one of the things he wouldn’t say often/at all but he can’t believe that you would choose him over all the nice doctor lawyer types you could easily land so he sort of wants to give you every opportunity to live a safer life

not because he wants you to leave him but because he is afraid of you getting hurt because of him

when heists go wrong wonho very rarely gets hurt because he’s usually behind the scenes, but when the others get hurt he always gets really upset and you’ll go over and he’ll pull you into his bed to cuddle and u’ll be like??? what/’s wrong??? ? and he’s like i hate when people i love get hurt….. i don’t want you to get hurt…….. i promise i’ll protect you no matter what ;(

and u know that he will and he knows that u will protect him as well, so it doesn’t matter that your lives are busy and stressful and dangerous because you have each other

[feminafatalis]

i wanna talk about laura cheating on shadow and what it means in terms of her morality and like what kind of person she is, but since cheating is a rough topic i’m gonna put it under a read more. please do read this if it won’t be triggering for you though because i think it’s gonna be really important to understanding my portrayal of laura! this may not be free of spoilers, but as far as i know i’ve stuck mainly to information and details we already know from the show. if i go into book stuff, i’ll put a spoiler warning

so okay, first things first: i’ve seen some stuff in laura’s and emily’s tags about laura being a bitch or a whore, etc and i’m not even gonna address that tbh but someone brought up like not condemning her for like the sexuality of it, but examining her morals. and that’s 100% valid!!! but they said like her ‘shitty morals’ or something and honestly?

laura isn’t morally shitty. she’s morally weak.

because if you think for a second laura like??? doesnt know what she’s doing is fucked up and wrong, then we are seeing two very different lauras.

and yes, she does it anyway. but that is not indicative of some like moral seed of evil. she’s lonely and sad and weak.

i don’t think robbie ever forced himself on her or really even took advantage of her because she definitely had most of her agency in the situation, but i also see so many indications that???? no part of her actually wanted to be with robbie. like as sad as it is, robbie is a complete stand-in for shadow. when she mentions being with him, she often mentions being drunk. she, as far as i can tell, drinks to ease the guilt she feels sleeping with robbie. (again, i’m not saying any of this is right, but i am saying that laura didn’t one day go ‘fuck shadow i wanna get laid’ and sleep with robbie)

robbie was a drunken mistake that made her feel special and safer and loved. i’m also going off of the fact that in book canon, shadow isn’t super expressive (which i’ll get into more later and im gonna put a spoiler warning)

i also don’t think laura’s friendship with audrey is particularly healthy. it’s 100% tenuous, probably a little high school. im certain that they don’t get along more often than they’d like to admit. of course i’m not trying to minimize what audrey’s going through (and i think the show and betty gilpin did a really good job of like portraying how much it fucks her up) but there are aspects of her personality that i could identify as seriously clashing with laura’s. i think audrey was a little more cynical, probably a bit more biting and sarcastic in her everyday life. and i think laura, before her death, was the kind of positive you only are when you’re really making an effort. laura doesn’t have a good relationship with her mom (clearly evidenced by the fact that shadow doesn’t get along with her mother. shadow meant the world to laura and if her mom was ever unkind to him i really don’t see laura tolerating that)

shadow was laura’s best friend, if not (by the time they got married) her only real friend. is that healthy? of course not. but it was definitely a reality. laura has people she’s friendly with. but her circle is audrey, robbie, and shadow. audrey is her best friend on paper, but they are old friends and definitely grew to be very different people. robbie is the person who knew shadow and was shadow’s best friend, so it makes sense that laura is more drawn to robbie for companionship than audrey because he is more like shadow

so now let’s think about laura who’s just lost her best friend in the entire world. it’s her fault. she doesn’t really shy away from the fact that she is the reason shadow went to prison. i can’t remember if they go into detail about what happened, but he did it to protect her. so: 1) the love of her life/her best friend is in prison. 2) it’s her fault. 3) her ‘best friend’ audrey is someone she connects with less and less every day. 4) robbie is there.

also!!!! laura is ABSOLUTELY self sabotaging. she knows sleeping with robbie will damage her relationship with shadow, and whether she is conscious of it or not, she thinks shadow is better off without her.

NOW let’s talk about that dick pic shall we?

gross.

so we see her phone, her texts to robbie seem to consist mostly of plans to meet. but he texts her that dick pic and she says DOWN BOY

i know this seems like im reaching but she is pretending he is shadow

it’s literally this big sweet inside joke that shadow is her puppy. they don’t go into it on the show which is absolutely obscene because it is the sweetest thing in the world and im gonna paste it in here for anyone who hasn’t read the book.

“When they got married Laura told Shadow that she wanted a puppy, but their landlord had pointed out they weren’t allowed pets under the terms of their lease. “Hey,” Shadow had said, “I’ll be your puppy. What do you want me to do? Chew your slippers? Piss on the kitchen floor? Lick your nose? Sniff your crotch? I bet there’s nothing a puppy can do I can’t do!” And he picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all and began to lick her nose while she giggled and shrieked, and then he carried her to the bed.“

So, yeah it’s a reach but I genuinely think Laura is just pretending Robbie is Shadow. She talks to him as if he’s Shadow, she gets drunk before she sleeps with him. She’s miserable because the love of her life is gone.

I’m not saying Laura is a morally pure person. But she’s not an inherently bad person. She did a bad thing out of desperation and emotional instability and now she’s dead and she can’t apologize because she doesn’t feel all that sorry because she can’t feel anything bc she’s dead. so yeah im not seeking to absolve her of guilt, but like she was also suffering a lot without shadow and the way she coped with it totally sucked! but i also see it as a very (tragically) human thing to do.

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another thing: i haven’t read this far in my reread so i don’t remember much detail but shadow is called shadow because he is a shadow of a person. that’s why i think his race is made to be a little bit ambiguous, he doesn’t talk much, and is all together pretty passive in the book. they changed these things because a) shadow as a protagonist needs to be a little bit more relatable/engaging, b) the show would be dry without dialogue, and c) like re: race you inherently have to choose a human to play the role and that person is inherently going to have a racial identity so like that’s just how that works

this is why i identified so strongly with shadow in high school, lol. he isn’t fully himself!!! he’s not fully alive, even! so obviously that factored into laura feeling so distanced from him. all she got were phone calls, potentially rare visits where he was likely suffering a lot emotionally and thus may have been even more distant? and like that’s not his fault, but again laura is a weak person. she needs a lot of love and care and reassurance which shadow can’t possibly give her in prison. it’s not his fault, it is her fault, but shadow has sympathy for her so i ask that you do too! and like you probably do bc you’re following me but ive seen a lot of hate in her tag and it just made me sad bc she’s so complex and to just write her off as a sack of shit is totally reductive bc she was definitely like wracked with guilt when she was alive. we just don’t see it now bc she’s dead and like expressing whatever guilt she had to shadow doesn’t make sense to her because its over, she already did it. and what’s the sense in making shadow feel guilty or sorry for her?

so yeah thats my spiel im sorry it turned into such a rant. but if you got this far thank you omg! ur a star and i hope you understand laura’s nightmare of an existence a little better (at least according to me) lmao love y’all! pls go easy on my dumb zombie daughter