#little guy he needs to be squashed like a bug

[digitalcarcrash]

he is 2 inches tall

[liliavanrougelover]

Kill it with fire!

Summary: You ask them to kill a bug

Characters: All NRC students + RSA students (platonic or romantic, your choice)

Warnings: Bugs

A/N: First work with Che'nya and Neige! Lets go.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Doesn’t kill bugs, it makes a mess. He traps them in a glass and throws them outside.

Trey Clover:

Simply squashes it. Usually with his shoe. If he has to use his hands, he washes them after. (AKA he’s sane.)

Cater Diamond:

Nope, nope, nope. You have to kill it. He refuses to go near bugs. If neither of you want to kill it, Cater gets Trey to do it.

Ace Trappola:

Just kills it. And brags about how well he protected you.

Deuce Spade:

He doesn’t want to hurt bugs, so he uses a glass to throw it outside.

Leona Kingscholar:

Kills it without hesitation. Unless, you woke him up for it. Can’t you do it yourself? It’s just a bug. He kills it anyway.

Ruggie Bucchi:

Eats it. OR, makes you pay him for killing it. Sometimes both.

Jack Howl:

Kills it. Normally. Like a sane person.

Azul Ashengrotto:

NO! He hates bugs too. If he must kill it, he better get something in return.

Jade Leech:

He finds it amusing that you’re scared of bugs. He better get something in return for killing it for you.

Floyd Leech:

Depends on his mood. If he’s in a good mood, he kills it and expects something in return for his services. If he’s in a bad mood, he tells you to do it yourself. If he’s in an unhinged mood, he eats it.

Kalim Al-Asim:

Doesn’t kill it. He puts a glass over it and throws it outside

Jamil Viper:

You DID NOT just ask HIM to kill a bug. The moment you point out the bug, he’s out of that room. Nuh-uh, no way, not a chance. If you really need to, ask Kalim.

Vil Schoenheit:

Puts a glass over it and throws it out.

Rook Hunt:

Grabs it with his BARE HAND. He tells you all about it with it in his hand. He then throws it outside. Insane.

Epel Felmier:

Oh yeah! Killing bugs is so masculine! Stomps it to make sure it’s dead. He looks at you with a proud smile afterwards. He did so good!

Idia Shroud:

He has Ortho, Ortho has laser eyes. He doesn’t need to take care of the bugs when Ortho takes care of the bugs. AKA, uses his brother as a bug exterminator.

Ortho Shroud:

Laser eyes.

Malleus Draconia:

Oh, you want him to kill a bug? Okay. *Proceeds to blow up half of the building.*

Lilia Vanrouge:

Did you know that bugs have a lot of protein? Back when he fought in the war, he ate bugs when the soldiers were short on food. In short, he eats it.

Silver Vanrouge:

Throws it outside with a cup. Thanks for being normal, Silver.

Sebek Zigvolt:

Stomps it until it's mush. How dare that bug terrorize his human. It must pay with its life.

Che’nya:

Messes with you by picking it up with his bare hand and shoving it at you. Ends up eating it when he’s done terrorizing you.

Neige Leblanche:

Cup method. And he’s super gentle too. He sets it down outside and is just like, “Goodbye, little buddy.” Such a silly guy <3

[loser4loserswhok1ll]

How i think slashers would hug, displayed in gifs.

this is just sillay cutie stuff while i write a shit ton of other things. these are all just what id imagine theyd hug like.

characters included: brahms heelshire, jesse cromeans, asa emory, rz michael myers, billy lenz, stu macher, billy loomis, thomas hewitt, norman bates

Brahms Heelshire

real desperate and touchy. hed swallow you whole if he could, sometimes he tries. he digs his hands into your clothes, breathes you in deep. he pants everytime you touch him like an overexcited dog. he will probably need help afterwards, so i hope you dont have anything to do in the next hour or two.

Jesse Cromeans

hugs you from behind in a possessive, "i own you" type of way. youre his, and having you in a vulnerable position like that, back to chest, lets him remind you both of that. occasionally he'll hug you from the front, but thats usually when you guys are going to have a night together to get kinky. when you arent hugging, he loves to hold your waist. especially around people. he loves showing everyone his little trophy pet.

Asa Emory

hes not much for physical touch, so when he hugs you its kind of awkard and aggressive. he tries to make it sweet if he thinks you really deserve it. he only does side or back hugs. when he does actually hug you, he holds your neck and shoulders in a near death grip, just reminding you who you belong to.

RZ Michael Myers

hes so fucked up the most youll get is he'll occasionally rest his head on yours or your shoulder. his arms are stiff at his sides but its pleasant regardless. really rare, so cherish it. maybe he'll warm up as time goes on, maybe not. if you guys ever actually hug, it'll remind him of his mom and you wont see him for a week or two because he'll self isolate.

Billy Lenz

hes the girl in the gif. he will jump you. i hope youre always prepared, because he does it randomly and he always gets a running start. he gets all shakey, starts rambling, nearly claws at you, digs his boney body into yours. he'll breathe deep but erratic, smelling every aspect of you as he babbles on. hes like a dog everytime you see him, wagging his tail and hopping up to lick you.

Stu Macher

always really playful. if he can pick you up, he will all the time. he also loves to hold you from behind while you sit on his lap. you probably end up making out for the 50th time that day.

Billy Loomis

if he actually loves you, the hugs are chest to chest and sweet. on a surface level, he uses back hugs with everyone else he has been with. but thats not because he loves them, its more of a 'im bigger and stronger than you' type of thing. it takes him a long time before the actually sweet and real hugs become frequent between you two. he still gives you back hugs, though. hes possessive.

Thomas Hewitt

he will bury his face in your neck and breathe you in. youre a reminder of the domesticity he craves. your scent is his home, you arms are his warmth, your breath is his music, you are everything hes needed his entire life.

Norman Bates

holds you so lightly you can hardly even tell hes there. hes so scared of breaking you, like youre a fragile bug he doesnt want to squash. if you guys can even get this far into a relationship (with mother and all), then hugs will be relatively frequent. his hands always shake, he always stutters, and sometimes you have to remind him that he can actually hug you instead of just gently hold you. when you arent hugging, he holds his hand on the small of your back as much as he can. hes afraid you'll slip through his fingers if he lets go for just a second, and he cant let go of you. youre the only good thing hes had in his life.

[lovelynim]

Tiny Problems

Honkai: Star Rail - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

A/N: I just finished playing 2.1 and I needed to get this out of my head

Summary: While trying to figure out one of Sunday's puzzles, Aventurine starts to have a little too much fun at the sandpit.

Word count: 1373 words

Warnings: Minor spoilers from Honkai's 2.1 main quest!

Ratio rubbed the side of his head, closing his eyes as he hoped to make time pass a little faster. Yes, it shouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes for that pretentious gambler to find the missing pieces and they could move on.

What was missing on Ratio’s calculations, however, was how amused Aventurine would get with Sunday’s sandpit.

“Woah! Hahah, they even made tiny clothes for the stores around here!” Aventurine beamed with excitement, paying attention to every detail - except for the ones he actually should look for. “Look, doctor, don’t I look handsome in these? Do you think they have a regular-person’s size of these back in the Golden Hour?”

That futile, mundane idiot.

“I honestly think it’s impossible for me to care less about it, Aventurine. Did you happen to find any clue to where the missing piece is?” Ratio sighed, looking down at the sandpit as uninterested as he could be. 

His eyes could easily spot the shrinked blonde, running around like a little kid at some kind of amusement park. Was he really enjoying the sandpit that much?

“That man really outdid himself in these buildings, huh? But he could pay a little more attention to the NPCs…” Aventurine mumbled, clearly not paying any mind to Ratio’s concerns as he stopped by one of the food trucks. 

While the doctor complained about something that he promptly ignored, Aventurine walked around, trying to check if there was some sort of miniature food that he could try. “Hmm, is this thing hollow?” The gambler hummed, knocking on the truck’s window.

Maybe this was all part of the Family’s trial, Ratio thought while pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing in defeat. The key to the next room was just right there and, yet, Aventurine was refusing to collaborate. 

“How can you be having fun at a time like this?”

“How can you not have fun?” Aventurine snapped back in a cocky tone, looking up to see his giant coworker. “If anything, we can always tell that man about how hard we worked to get past his puzzles and meet him in person. Facing such hardships must be worth something, right?”

I gained nothing from dealing with a hardship like you, gambler,” Ratio groaned, crossing his arms in front of his chest while Aventurine resumed his little (pun intended) exploration. Was he talking to one of those NPCs he just complained about?

“Damn, these guys are so dull! I think they could use some of your teaching, doc!” Aventurine shouted with an audible chuckle, almost as if mocking Ratio’s growing frustration with his constant delays.

“Gambler,” Ratio called, his voice carrying his clear annoyance, “quit fooling around. Did your brain shrink beyond your body’s proportion? We have no time for playing around.”

Even with the size difference between them, just by Aventurine’s (small) body language, Ratio could tell the man was rolling his eyes. How utterly distasteful. “Come on, what’s the problem in having some fun while we are- w-wOAH!!”

Just as Aventurine was about to boast, Ratio reached out to the top of the miniature building where he was. The gambler could swear he had reached the limit of Ratio’s patience and he was about to get squashed like a bug… but, instead, Ratio carefully pinched the back of his coat and picked him up.

“You. You’re my problem,” Ratio said firmly, holding the other man in front of his eyes and watching him flail like a worm on the hook - a fitting metaphor for this situation, if you asked the doctor.

“H-hey, I could hear you just fine from the sandpit,” Aventurine giggled nervously, curling his legs and tugging at his coat, not really sure if Ratio would bother to catch him if he slipped past his grip. “But look at the bright side, doc, at least you only have a tiny problem, h-heheh…”

“...”

Aventurine gulped. Ratio’s angry face could be even scarier when he was a thousand times bigger, huh… “C-come on, don’t be angry! I was just trying to give you something to laugh about, you know? Have fun!”

“I’ll have plenty of things to ‘laugh about’ when we get back - after our work is done,” Ratio scolded, making Aventurine flinch in his grip, “but all you do is fool around. Are you understanding the issue here, gambler?” Ratio narrowed his eyes, scoping Aventurine’s body to allow him to sit on his palm.

Leaning against Ratio’s thumb, Aventurine remained in silence for a couple seconds while he looked around.

“Are you listening to me?” Ratio sighed, giving his best efforts to not squeeze the blonde like some sort of stress ball.

“Hmm…” Aventurine turned his attention back to Ratio’s face and, from that distance, his stupid (read: silly) smile was clear in the doctor’s sight. “Are you sure you don’t want to try to slip me in Sunday’s clothes? I think I’d even fit in his pocket like theEHe- h-hey!”

“You insufferable idiot,” Ratio groaned, poking Aventurine with his index finger, “are you even listening to me?!”

“H-hehey, doc! Thahat tihihickles!” Aventurine protested, using both his hands and all of his strength to try to stop Ratio’s finger from poking him. “C-cohome on! This ihihisn’t fair!”

“It tickles?” Ratio arched his eyebrow, resting his finger on top of Aventurine’s body while pondering about that new information. At his size, Ratio expected it to hurt, maybe even crush one of his ribs if he used too much strength… but tickle? Well, it was reasonable. Maybe with the right pressure and move, his touch could’ve - indeed - tickled. 

“You mean, like this?” Ratio grinned, gently wagging his finger against Aventurine’s small body.

“Y-yehes, stohop it!”

“Interesting,” Ratio mused out loud, leaning against the sandpit’s border. Swiping his thumb over Aventurine’s body, the doctor managed to push his arms out of the way and trap them between his own digits. “To think something like this would still work,” he continued, using his free index to rub Aventurine’s side.

“W-wahAHAhait, what ahahre you dohoing?” Aventurine laughed in confusion, bringing his knees up in a vain attempt to protect himself. It wasn’t rare for Ratio to overpower him, but having him doing it while he was in clear disadvantage was way worse! “DohOHOhoctor! Don’t ihihignore me!”

“I wish I could, but you’re too loud for that, gambler,” Ratio muttered and, despite his cold eyes, there was an amused smile on his lips. “As for your question, I’m doing as you suggested: seeking things to have fun.”

Ratio moved his finger against, poking Aventurine’s stomach as if he was some sort of toy. “You looked like a doll like this, gambler,” Ratio teased, watching the small man writhe in his palm, “you even make noise if I squeeze you like this.”

“AhAHAha, RahAHAhatio, stohop!” Aventurine whined, desperately trying to pull his arms down, but it was like his wrists were locked under boulders. All he could do was laugh and curse the moment he passed through that little gate - this was so unfair! “LehEHehet gohOHoh!!”

“Hm? Well, I could…” Ratio said, flicking his finger against Aventurine’s body and making him giggle some more, “if we went back to work and solved this puzzle. After all, how do you expect to meet Sunday when you look like a cheap toy?”

Deciding to show the gambler some mercy, Ratio lifted his finger and watched Aventurine’s little chest wave as he caught his breath. “I-I… ahah, damn, I’m not cheap, doctor!”

“...Is that the part that concerns you?”

“Of course, heh, my clothes are expensive and- waitwaitwait!!” Aventurine cried out, curling up into a ball in Ratio’s palm as he saw that evil finger approaching him again, “fine! Fine! I will work to solve the puzzle!”

Ratio huffed, turning around to put Aventurine back in the center of the sandpit, “very well. You do know how to make the smart choice sometimes.” As he stood back, Ratio watched the little gambler pat his clothes as if trying to fix them. 

Tsk, he was simply incorrigible.

“Gambler…”

“I know, I know! ~ Just hang in there, doc!” Aventurine chuckled, waving to his giant coworker as he resumed running around the sandpit. Time to get back to business!

[ycewa]

Another Forsaken AU… 🥺 I am feeding you!!!

This one is more focused on 1x1x1x1 and Shedletsky/Telamon (Shed and Telamon are the same person in this au!!)

(It’s mostly focused on 1x1x1x1 and Shedletsky so the name is also mostly focused on them)

I introduce to you all, Tortured into Hatred! very fun, very family friendly /sarcasm

rant + more art below the cut.. (+some gore)

ANYWAYS- onto my AU.. (plotting)

1x isn’t.. purely made of negativity in this AU, their hair is the positivity of his form and her body is all the negativity.. therefore they counteract! positive rebuilds or makes something better, and negative makes something eat away at itself or break down! But not that intensely, or the floor would corrode under them.. (or something along those lines, nothing is set in concrete for this au yet)

Shedletsky is.. let’s just say a not cool guy! he made 1x for research purposes, just to see if he could.. 1x is basic subjugated to a multitude of different types of ‘tests’- to see how tough this creation Shedletsky made is- basically torture y’know whatever, like removing the organs from their transparent chest to see if they actually need them.

fun fact! Telamon calls 1x ‘little bug’ because he sees himself as a higher being than them, that 1x is a bug that he can just.. squash.. also because 1x makes bug noises sometimes 😇

Also here’s a oneshot I made a while ago!!

really cool link

Au in an AU.. basically just if 1x escaped before being forsakened and met 007n7 and N0li early. featuring 77n0li and some PoisonBurger 🥺

[sleepyrainart]

Time to Nap.

Summary: In honour of International Napping Day I wrote some little fics about napping with some OP guys.

Rating: T.

Notes: No mention of readers gender.

Currently sitting on top of the Going Merry figurehead with you. In a rare moment of peace. Just lazing in the afternoon sun. No fishing, or games of tag, or any other energetic endeavours. The Merry is calm, sailing through serene waters. The only noise the occasional sound from the kitchen or the slight snore of Zoro.

Luffy's tight arms loosening slightly from your waist. Feeling his head heavy on your shoulder. Looking to the side, eyes widening. Luffy's eyes closed, mouth parted slightly. Tiny soft snores. The ball of energy finally resting. His prized hat slipping from his head. You catch it before the gentle breeze can carry it away.

Hugging it close to your chest. Enjoying the quiet moment with your boyfriend. Before, it's once again jumping into a new adventure. You would happily follow the future pirate king anywhere he goes.

You groan and roll your eyes. Squashed under the warm muscles of your lover. His snores muffled by your shoulder. His nose pressed into the crook of your neck. It's not the first time his narcolepsy has struck out of the blue. Nor, the first time he's used you as a pillow. This man loves squishing you. And you'll happily be squished by the warm cuddle bug.

Tall and handsome, like a gallant prince. His blond hair shining gold in the afternoon sun. Steely grey eyes lazily looking up at the clouds. Fluffy blobs floating along the cerulean sky. A gentle breeze ruffling him. A placid smile brightening his face. The smile growing wider, eyes crinkling with happiness, when he sees you.

You wave back. Running over to him. Basically, jumping on him. He giggles, rocking back as he catches you. Placing a kiss on your temple. As you rearrange yourself on his lap. Pulling your surprise out of thin air, aka a secret pocket. The glossy comic shining in the sun. Sabo's eyes filling with stars, excitement evident. No one would believe that this goofball was a closeted nerd.

Your favourite couples activity was to read and discuss comics. It especially helps when one of you is away on a mission. You can imagine him reading something and picture his expression. It comforts your loneliness. In your hands was the latest issue of your latest obsession, THE AMAZING ADVENTURE FILLED LIFE OF LARRY MC'QUEEN. Surprisingly, his life was actually rather mundane. But there was something about Larry that was addicting.

You're reading about poor Larry cutting a pumpkin. But he keeps getting the knife stuck. Grabbing another to dislodge them. Only to have about six of them pin cushioned into the poor gourd. You giggle at poor crying Larry. Noticing Sabo is silent, unusual. You look to see his head lulled to the side, eyes closed, a little drool falling from the corner of his parted lips.

Would it be bad if you continue reading about Larry's bad night? Probably, but you're still going to do it. Reading about him dropping the knife filled pumpkin. Knives splattering out explosively. Barely missing poor unfortunate Larry. You hear a gasp behind you. “Traitor.” Sabo points. Big tears filling his eyes. Pouting dramatically.

“It was only a page?” You try to defend yourself.

Bonus: Dragon.

Dragon is a stern man, frown nearly always in place. His looming stature, emboldening his severe presence. A mane of unruly inky locks cascading down his back. Providing an extra layer of wideness to his frame. Not that he needed it. His shoulders were wider than door frames. Though, he somehow always fit through doors. It was an anomaly, you didn't quite understand.

Your favourite activity while on base is trying to crack him. You've succeeded a total of two times. Though only getting a quick look of disapproval. Which wasn't much from the serious man. No, you want more. You want to make him regret enlisting you just for the funsies. Also, you're kinda curious at what'll happen. That's why you volunteered to take him some paperwork.

Workshopping your latest little tease. Something with his name Dragon. Dragon on these nuts. You giggle. People giving you strange looks and a wide berth. Probably cause of your evil smile and devilish laugh. Oh yes, oh yes, this would surely crack his impervious mask. You practically run to his office. Ready to spring your joke as you sneak in. Best to catch him off guard.

Only to find your serious man. Your stern commander. Steadfast leader. Napping at his desk. Looking like a hibernating bear. Hair sticking up at odd ends. Using a pile of paperwork as a pillow. He looks so adorable. You set the paperwork down on the second unoccupied desk. Sneaking up on him. While pulling out your cameko, the little snail waking. You put your finger to your lips, signalling silence. Before taking numerous photos for. . . Absolutely not blackmail.

You love Roger, truly you do. What's not to love? His laughter infectious. His smile cheery. Even his silly antics are adorable. But, sometimes you don't know how you put up with him. Especially on days like this. He's carrying you through the ship like a sack of potatoes. Slung across his shoulder for all to see. It's so humiliating. You've quietly asked a few times to be put down.

But he just ignores you. Or gives his signature laugh, booming loud and drawing more unwanted attention. Much to your embarrassment. You hide your face in your hands. Hoping this ride will end soon. You end up in the captain's cabin.

He plops you down on the big bed. Bouncing at the force once. Before he's glomping onto you. Warm muscles hugging you. Curling into your form. “Nap time.” You hear his grin. And then he's loudly snoring in your ear. Guess you're stuck here. You might as well nap.

Thanks for reading.

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 6 part 3

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I think this might actually be my favorite Agatha, for real? Like, the ring binder. The pOUTING. She's SO serious. I want to talk to her in a baby voice, just like, to be supportive of her little things.

And the Bohner family reunion shirt, of course. the gray socks, the garden hose sprayer as a gun. To use tumblr lingo, that's the saddest meow meow of a woman I've ever seen, and I'm obsessed with her.

GAY ON GAY VIOLENCE

joe was holding for dear life, but he didn't laugh. because he's a professional.

billy putting all the hours he spent on tvtropes dot com to good use

he's always a little smug, like he thinks he's in control, that he knows better. when he actually doesn't know shit! that's the whole attitude he brought to the Road.

and that's detective agnes o'connor to you, you little punk.

the click pen gag destroys me. this is 5 minutes of kathryn and joe being silly and, look, does it further the plot? no. am I having fun? sure am! so who's to say it's wasted time?

and the way she looks so small and lost when reality slips in for a moment, she is so precious to me.

look at the hand going in witchy position, the real agatha fighting to regain control. what a great acting choice.

for context he spent all of five minutes in the closet before bursting out in a a cloud of nail polish fumes. and it still was five minutes too many

the draMATIC zoOM IN

you thought quicksand would be enough to kill thee agatha harkness?? you're gonna need to put some more effort to it, some flair! and what's more, she's gonna complain about it the whooooole time

fare thee well swooshy coat

I just realized all the little innocent questions billy keeps peppering agatha with are exactly because he can't read her mind, so he's trying to get information for the Road on the down low

you guys keep accidentally shaping reality. it's a fairly big tell.

she tries to joke as usual, but when billy doesn't respond she sighs and tries to be soft and thoughtful. she's not AT ALL comfortable opening up so it's laced with manipulation, but hey, she tries

goddamnit she's crying again. I told you she loves billy for being billy, and not just as a nicky stand-in. this is the brilliant little boy who could always see right through her, and agatha has loved him since the day he was born.

hey there kiddo. so you've killed a few witches, happens to the best of us. look at me, killing witches never opened a gaping black chasm in my soul or anything. you're going to be fine.

billy is so not amused

just like with wanda, there's so much there. sympathy, thirst for power, genuine interest in cool witchcraft, self preservation, fear, desire. she wants to connect, she wants to squash him like a bug, she wants to steal his powers and run, she wants to MOTHER him

and in all this whirlwind of emotions, mothering wins out. and it's projecting and it's selfish, she's telling him what she wishes her own mother would have told her.

she is uplifting billy and giving him a pep talk, but she's also giving herself a pep talk. she's proudly claiming her status as a survivor, while also trying to justify - to herself and to billy - all she atrocities she's committed. like I said, there's always so much there. at least 90% of her is purely selfish, and then there's a luminous little corner of her soul that is capable of so much love.

and at the end of a speech that started calculated and became all passion, she reclaims her identity as a witch, despite all the difficult history there. her mother passed on overwhelming internalized hatred and fear of witchfolk and - inevitably, some serious self-hatred. Her sense of identity and belonging is all fucked up, she must have been trying to negotiate and come to terms with it since she was a child.

and of course, being agatha, she hates herself while still believing she's the greatest witch that ever lived.

oooh, who's an edgy boy! I've been thinking about billy's defense mechanisms too, he usually goes for the innocent teen persona (a bit like agatha chooses to play cheesy characters) but he gets so very edgy and dramatic when upset. I think deep down he's more proud and self-involved that he'd be comfortable admitting, and why wouldn't he? he's so powerful. he can read everyone around him like an open book, a part of him genuinely thinks he's figured it all out. he doesn't like being told that he's wrong because ultimately he's TERRIFIED of being wrong and making a mess of things like agatha or wanda.

and he's carrying so much destructive potential that his growing pains, the mistakes that every young person ought to make, could have catastrophic consequences. that's why he so badly needs agatha's guidance, she's the only one who could possibly understand all that. if, you know, she could only work through her own shit first.

lmao that was such an elaborate (and cruel) way to land a joke. and she KNOWS tommy's name, she's just being a bitch

mustache!

billy getting in her face to yell at her reminds me of when she's confronted by jen in the finale, she tries to joke and deflect until jen no longer allows it. she is so afraid of facing her own responsibilities.

and she gets serious just for a moment, just long enough to betray how much billy's rejection actually hurts her. and she didn't expect anything else, so she keeps rejecting people first only to be heartbroken again when they do too. such a vicious cycle.

and the walls are up again.

and she swaggers off, the wretched muddy little creature. she looks almost cool.

next up:

yeah, it's lilia's episode.

goddammit.

[loveesiren]

Doing It All For Us (Pt. 1)

Masterlist

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Y/n moves to the Outer Banks from California, reuniting with her best friend. She's quickly introduced to Rafe Cameron, the psychotic Kook King of Figure out.

Warnings: Drug use, drinking, swearing, virginity, slut shaming, fighting, toxic

Word Count: 4.4k

As soon as Rafe Cameron laid eyes on you, it was over for every other fucking girl on the island. The way your hips swayed in your little black dress. The why the glitter coating your eyelids shimmered when the light hit them just so. The jewelry that clung to your skin. You were breathtaking.

Rafe couldn't pick his jaw up off the floor as you walked past him, not even glancing in his direction. The two girls sitting beside him stared at you with hatre filled eyes.

"What's her name?" Rafe asked, his eyes focused on your figure as you walked up to a group of people at the party.

Topper and Kelce burst out laughing. Rafe turned to face them. "What?"

"Dude, she will squash you like bug," Kelce laughed.

"Her name." Rafe demanded.

Kelce sighed. "Y/N Y/L/N." He responded. "Just moved here from California. The new Kook Queen if you ask me."

"Her dad works for Elon Musk or some shit, dude. She's filthy fucking rich." Topper added.

"Who cares?" One of the girls, Jessica, asks as she clings to Rafe's arm.

"She ain't shit," Maria said.

Rafe pays them no mind as he brings his eyes back to you. Dark hair, perfectly straightened, falling to the small of your back.

"Let's go say hi to the new girl," Maria suggests as Jessica gets up to join her.

You and Courtney are throwing your heads back with laughter when two girls approach you.

"Courtney, gonna introduce us to your friend?" Maria asked.

Courtney sighed. "What do you cunts want?"

"Wow, so rude! We just wanted to give the newest member of the island a warm welcome." She said as she turned to you. You scoffed at her sarcasm.

"I'm Maria, and this is Jess," Maria said as she extended a hand to you.

You curled your left hand back, pulling your drink to your shoulder as your other hand reached out to grip hers firmly.

"Y/N." You gave a bitchy smile.

"So, are you here to be the next biggest slut on the island? Not sure you could compete with Courtney here." Jessica asked.

You glanced at Courtney, her eyes full of hurt but she quickly looked to the floor.

You turned back to her. "Ha, funny!" You said before throwing your drink in her face and grabbing her hair, quickly slamming her face down into the beer pong table beside you.

"Holy shit!" The guys around the table said as they stepped back. Rafe stood up quickly and watched you as you continuously slammed this girls face into the table.

You pulled her head back so that you could look at the work you'd done on her face. "Keep Courtney's name out of your mouth. Keep my name out of your mouth. That way, I won't have to finish your bitch ass off, cunt!" You yelled to her before dropping her to the floor. Maria was quickly by her side.

"Anyone else have a fucking problem?!" You yelled, scanning the room as everyone stared at you. You were met with silence and shaking heads. "Cool! I'm Y/N, I just moved here." You announced, a satisfied smile on your face. "Nice to meet you all!" You chuckled before turning around and walking out of the party.

"Goddamn dude!" Topper and Kelce conversed as they clung to eachothers shoulders. Rafe watched you leave, paying attention to the confidence in your stride. I small smile broke across his face.

Rafe Cameron was in love.

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You sat at the table sipping your mimosa. Courtney mirroring your behavior across from you. "Ugh," You groaned. "I'm never doing that much coke again!"

"Never again," Courtney repeated as she rested her head against the base of her palm.

You had woken up in time to get brunch at the club. Well actually, you barely ever went to sleep. You knew you wouldn't be able to eat much but you definitely needed your morning mimosa to nurse this hangover.

Your navy blue bikini hugged your body tight, dangerously close to exposing you. Gold chains clung to your waist and arms. Eyeliner big and bold, lined with your signature rhinestones. You could feel eyes judging you and the thought made you giggle.

"So how do you like the island so far?" Courtney asked, taking a small bite of her toast.

"It's different," You admitted. "But it's cute. The parties are fun." You winked at her.

"Yeah, everyone is talking about that." Courtney giggled. "You haven't even been here two weeks and you already beat the shit out of one of the islands most adored Kooks."

You chuckled. Courtney had explained the Kooks and Pogues to you. It made you laugh. You thought the concept was silly. But when you drove to the Cut to pick up coke from Barry, you realized why there were two entirely different worlds inhabiting the island.

Courtney was full Kook. Tall, thin, blonde. She had been your childhood best friend back in LA. When she moved to the Outer Banks for her dads new job at 16, you stayed in close contact. When your dad told you you'd be moving out there with him because he got promoted, you were ecstatic. Saying goodbye to California was hard but you were so excited to start a new adventure with your best friend.

Your dad bought a nice little mansion in Figure Eight. A few houses down from Courtney's. It was just the two of you, and your dad traveled a lot. Courtney often came over to keep you company in the large house.

You had the master bedroom. The ceiling was tall, plenty of windows for the southern sun to shine through. A fire place under your tv. A HUGE walk in closet with a huge bathroom to match. Your dad opted for the bedroom on the other side of the house. The one that connected to his office. Needless to say, he was always in there or traveling. The rest of the house was practically yours.

"You should throw a party," Courtney suggested. "Your dad will be gone all weekend right?"

Your eyes lit up at the idea. You gave her a half smile. "Invite all the Kooks you know!" You teased.

She grabbed her phone, ready to send out a mass invite to the rest of the island. You eyed some of the golfer's on the course. You slid your over-sized shades down your nose as you took in the site of one tall, shaggy-haired boy swinging his club around and laughing.

"Message sent!" Courtney squealed.

You watched as the boy took his phone out of his pocket and checked his messages.

"Who's that?" You asked Courtney.

She giggled and rolled her eyes. "That would be Rafe Cameron. Kook King."

Party @ Y/N's. Saturday @ 8. Bring booze.

Rafe read the message and smiled before his eyes flickered up to where you and Courtney sat on the deck of the club.

Rafe's eyes met yours and you grinned at him. He looked back down at his phone and typed out a message.

"Speak of the devil," Courtney said as she witnessed the exchange. "Rafe will be there." She said as she danced her phone in front of your face.

You gave Rafe one more lustful look before you pushed your sunglasses up your nose and turned your attention to the waiter. "2 tequila shots, please!" You asked.

Rafe bit his lip and scanned your body one more time before heading back to his game.

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"You almost ready Court?!" You called before throwing back another shot of tequila. You looked in the mirror, making sure all the rhinestones glued to your eyelids were stuck in place over the shimmery blue eyeshadow you had chosen.

Girls here were so basic. You were thankful Courtney still knew how to make a lasting impression.

"Yep!" She said as she came out of the bathroom. Her tight purple dress hugging her skinny form. "What do you think?"

"Cute as fuck!" You said as you motioned for her to twirl around. "Let's show these Kooks how to fucking party!" You said as you grabbed her hand and dragged her downstairs.

Before too much longer the house was bumping with bass from the surround sound that echoed in every room. You laughed as you walked through the crowd of people drinking and dancing. You made your way outside just in time to see someone jump off your roof into your pool.

You were super drunk, seeing double. "Fuck, I need a line." You said to yourself as you ran your fingers through your hair. You made your way back inside towards the nearest bathroom.

You pounded on the door but it remained locked. "Ugh!" You screamed as you made your way towards the laundry room in the back of your house.

You stumbled past the door and closed it behind you, trying to gain control of your senses.

"You good?" You heard a voice say to you.

You jumped, not expecting anyone to be in here. You looked up and locked eyes with Rafe Cameron.

"What are you doing in here?" You asked him

"Drugs." He shrugged before leaning over the dryer and inhaling a large line of cocaine.

"Gimme some," You demanded as you stumbled towards him.

"As you wish, Princess." He smiled, offering you the rolled up bill.

You snorted two lines in a row and smiled as you lifted your head back up, feeling a thousand times better.

"Thanks," You said to him. "I was starting to feel sick."

"No problem," He said, smiling down at you.

Fuck, he was tall. And cuter up close.

"I'm Y/N." You said, offering him your hand.

He brought your hand up to his mouth. "Rafe," He said before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. The gesture sent chills through your body.

"What brings you to the Outer Banks?" He asks as he turned to cut up more lines.

You boosted yourself up onto the washer. "Dad got a promotion. Does financing for Tesla or something. I don't really know. He's not around much."

"Really?" He asks, genuinely curious.

"Yeah. Pretty much deposits money into my bank account every month and fucks off." You say as your look down, kicking your feet nervously.

"What about your mom?" He asks, handing you the bill.

You jump down and snort another line. "She died when I was really young." You said as you wiped your nose.

"Yea, mine too." He said before bending over to take his line. "Right after my youngest sister was born."

"How many sisters do you have?"

"Two," He responds, pinching his nose. "They're annoying as fuck." He chuckled.

"Hmm," You smiled. "I wish I had siblings." You said.

He eyed you up and down. Making you almost nervous. "What?" You asked.

"Nothing," He chuckled. "You're just uhh...you look really beautiful." He confessed shyly.

You smiled at him. "You're not so bad yourself."

You spent the rest of the night in the laundry room with Rafe. Talking and laughing, completely ignoring the party going on outside. You knew your phone was buzzing but you ignored it as you and Rafe had intimate, coked out discussions. He told you all about his family and you told him about yours. He told you about his passions and his dreams and you were interested in every single detail he had to share.

"Y/N!" You heard Courtney banging on the other side of the door.

"Shit!" You said as you got up from your spot on the floor, letting Courtney in. The light that shined through the door hurt your eyes.

"What the fu-" Courtney began as she noticed you and Rafe sitting across from eachother on the floor. "Is this where you were all night?"

"What are you talking about, Court?" You said as you raised a hand to your eyes to shield you from the light.

"Y/N! It's 9am! Everyone is fucking gone. Besides Topper and Kelce and a few others who passed out in the living room."

"What the fuck?" You asked confused as you made your way to your feet. Your eyes finally adjusting to the light. "Are you serious?"

"How much coke did you guys do?" Courtney laughed as you and Rafe pushed passed her and made your way out to the kitchen.

"Fucking shit." You said as you took in the sight around you. Cups and bottles littered every inch of your house.

"I can call my cleaning lady," Rafe said as he pulled out his phone.

"Uh, yes fucking please," You said. "I'm not cleaning up a party I barely attended."

"You're the one who threw it!" Courtney said, smirking as she crossed her arms.

You turned to flip her off as you made your way to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of Fiji water. You chugged half the bottle before grabbing two more and handing them to Rafe and Courtney.

"Thanks," Rafe said softly. You offered him a small smile and leaned back against the kitchen counter, staring into your living room.

"So who the fuck are these guys?" You ask, taking another sip of water.

"Those would be my best friends," Rafe chuckled.

You gave a sarcastic frown. "Classy," You nodded.

The way Rafe's eyes met yours as he chuckled made you nervous, but excited.

"Morning shots, bitches!" Courtney screamed as she dug out her hidden bottle of tequila and chugged a good shot and a half before handing the bottle to you.

The guys on your couch started to stir. "You guys are already drinking again?" Topper asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"What? Can't keep up with Cali girls?" You teased as you threw back a couple shots from the bottle and passed it to Rafe.

"Bet." He said before taking a swig.

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The five of you ended up drunk on the beach. You, Rafe, Courtney, Topper, and Kelce to be exact. Rafe's cleaning staff had come by and you all decided to leave them to it and go enjoy another round of partying.

You and Courtney laughed as you passed the bottle of tequila back and forth.

"Yo, quit hogging. I need some hair of the dog." Kelce said as he reached for the bottle.

"Pussy," You chuckled as you handed it to him. "Come on, Court. Let's swim!"

You and Courtney raced down the sand to the waves and dived in. Little did you know Rafe was watching you intently. He eyed you as you came up from under the water and slicked your hair back. The way you jumped onto your taller best friend and swung around with her. The way you threw your head back and laughed. He saw it all in slow motion as he breathed in the sight of you. You were nothing short of a Goddess and it took everything in him to stay put and watch you from afar.

"She's so hot," Topper drooled as he pressed the bottle of tequila to Rafe's arm, snapping him out of his trance.

"They're both so fucking hot," Kelce added as he watched you and Courtney play closely in the water.

"Haven't you already fucked Court?" Topper asked.

Rafe took the bottle from him and took a short sip before resting his elbows back on his knees, swirling the tequila around in the bottle in front of him.

"Yeah, but like..." Kelce began. "I need to fuck them together." He laughed.

"Shut up, Kelce." Rafe scolded him.

"Whoa man," Kelce said, bringing his arms up in defense. "Don't tell me you wouldn't do the same."

Rafe ignored him, taking another swig. He honestly wouldn't. He didn't look twice at Courtney. All he could see was you. The only thought he had about Courtney was wishing he was in her place right now as he watched you jump into her arms and pull her under water with you.

"Yeah, he's whipped." Kelce concluded. Him and Topper both laughing.

"What?" Rafe asks.

"Bro, we've been trying to get your attention for like five minutes. Pick your jaw up off the floor and wipe the drool from you mouth." Kelce laughed.

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"I think he likes you," Courtney teased.

"Who?"

"Rafe, dumbass! He's been staring at you for like 30 minutes. It's actually creepy."

You smile, chancing a look at Rafe. He was looking at you and you offered a smile in return. You brought your hand up and waved a couple fingers at him. You could see a hint of red spread across his cheeks and that satisfied you.

"He's cute." You tell Courtney simply as you wade in the water. You enjoyed the warmth the Atlantic had to offer over the ice cold feeling of the Pacific.

"He's cute?" Courtney asked. "Bitch, you were locked in a room with him for like 10 hours. Don't act like something isn't going on."

"We were high," You chuckled. But you remembered every single detail of your conversations with Rafe.

Before Courtney could say anything back, her face fell as she looked toward the beach behind you.

"What?" You ask before turning to meet her gaze.

"Trouble has arrived," Courtney sighed as you spotted Jessica and Maria chatting up the boys.

"Fuck those cunts," You said as you looked back out towards the ocean.

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"Man, ya'll better get to steppin'," Kelce told the blonde bimbos that just approached him as he nodded toward the water.

Jess and Maria turned to lock eyes with you and Court in the water. Jessica scoffed. "Sluts will be sluts," She said loud enough for you to hear.

"Yeah, how's that nose feeling, bitch?!" Courtney yelled back at her.

"Oh, like it's my fault your little friend caught me off guard!" She yelled back.

"Oh, you wanna go for round two?" You asked as you emerged from the water.

Rafe's eyes scanned your body as water dripped off of your skin and hair.

"Go ahead, bitch!" You said as you came within a couple feet of her. "Throw the first punch!"

Rafe quickly got up and wrapped his arm around your waist. "They aren't worth it, sweetheart." He whispered against your temple as he pulled you back.

"Wow Rafe, didn't peg her as your type." Jess scoffed.

"You know what, go the fuck away!" Rafe yelled at them as he kept a firm grip on your waist, using his other hand to wave the girls off.

"Bye-bye," Courtney waved at them, giving them her devilish smirk. She knew good and well the girls lusted after Rafe and Kelce. She could see the jealousy rise in their faces when Rafe wrapped his arm around Y/N.

"Have fun with the sluts!" The girls yelled as they walked away. Rafe tightened his grip on you as you tried to go after them.

"Yeah, suck my dick, cunt!" You yelled after them.

"Hey, hey, hey," Rafe said as he grabbed at your hips and turned you to face him. "They're just a couple of dumb bitches, don't let them get to you."

"They fucked with Court," You said dryly.

"Hey, let's go to the club, I'll buy you a drink, yeah?" He asked. His fingers brushed your chin lightly as he gently pulled your gaze towards him.

You relaxed a little. "Yeah, okay." You said, offering a small smile.

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You spent the next few weeks with your new crew. Topper still had school, and of course, he was dating Rafe's little sister, Sarah. But he made it a point to come around as often as he could. Sarah wasn't overly thrilled about that considering the way the rest of the island saw you and Courtney. Short skirts, bold make up, colored hair. It was like no one on this island had ever seen a person outside the island before.

But you and Court walked with confidence, swaying your hips as every pair of eyes stayed glued to you. Not to mention the boys trailing closely behind you. You felt like you owned this island.

Apart from Court, Rafe had become your best fucking friend. The two of you were practically glued at the hip. And it didn't go unnoticed that you both had a temper. You both hyped eachother up easily. He'd never met a girl that could party like you. One that could keep up with him. And when you lost your temper, Rafe was able to pick you up and carry you away with one arm before you caused any real damage. And when you could see Rafe ready to knock someone out, your voice calmed him. He melted every time you spoke, as if God herself had come down to whisper in his ear.

But Rafe would never tell you that. He watched as you danced with guys at parties, always keeping an eye on you to make sure they didn't push it too far. It destroyed him to see you cling to another guy, that guy making you smile. But at the end of the night, you were always going home in his truck, laughing and smiling the whole way. He wouldn't dare ruin that.

The group spent a lot of time at your house since your dad was almost never home. Rafe spent the most time there. He had confided in you about how his dad only cares about Sarah and always gives him a hard time.

"Fuck him," You spat. "Wanna kill him?" You ask, raising your eyebrows with a devilish smirk before leaning over your coffee table to rail another line of blow.

Rafe chuckled, knowing you were joking. But he loved the psychotic look that passed over your face.

"But seriously, Rafe," You said as you looked back up to him, pinching your nose and sniffing. "You're a good person. Like, the best person I've ever met. And if your dad can't see that then it's his loss."

"Yeah," He said as he took the rolled up bill from you. "You're right," He leaned over and took his line. "I just, uh, I just wish he'd be like proud of me, ya know?"

"Yeah, I know Rafey." You said, smiling at him softly.

He smiled back at you, taking in all of your features. Your deep, Y/E/C eyes shining up at him under yesterdays glitter. The way your messy hair still made you look like a model. The glow of your highlighter against your tan skin.

"Rafe? Rafe!" You snapped, trying to get his attention.

He snapped out of his trance. "What?" He said, almost surprised.

"Dude, we need to sell the rest of this shit." You told him as you motioned to the eight ball on the table. "Barry is gonna fuck you up. He's expecting his money tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it covered." He said. "There's a bonfire on the beach tonight. Like, everyone will be there. We can definitely sell all this."

"Alright, cool. I'll go get ready." You said as you made your way to your bedroom. "Hey, Court is on her way over! Let her in, will you?" You shout back to him as you make your way down the hall.

"Anything for you, sweetheart!" He shouts back.

You blush slightly at his words.

You touched up your make up, throwing some of your signature rhinestones on. Then you pulled on a pretty skimpy red bikini and a pair of dark blue jean shorts over it. You draped yourself in your usual gold jewelry and put in a cute dangly Chanel belly ring.

"Hey bitch," Courtney said as she walked through your door and laid on your bed. "You look hot,"

"Thanks bitch," You said as you sprayed way too much of your KKW perfume on your skin.

"I'm surprised Rafe isn't in here gawking over you as you get ready." She chuckled as she laid on her stomach and rested her chin in her hands.

"We're just friends, Court," You smiled at her. "He's like, my best friend."

"Oh, cuz fuck me right?" Courtney responded.

"You know, other than you, dumb bitch." You chuckled.

Rafe stood outside the door quietly. He had intended to come see if you were ready but he couldn't help but eavesdrop on the girls conversation.

"So you're telling me you're not gonna let Rafe motherfucking Cameron take your virginity?"

Rafe's eyes widened at the statement and suddenly he felt guilty for listening in.

"Court!" You hissed.

"Don't worry! Your secret is safe with me. The whole island still thinks you're a little slut like me." She chuckled. "But bitch, this isn't the 80s, you need to catch a dick!"

"Unlike you, I get pleasure elsewhere." You stated.

Courtney sighed. "An unhealthy addiction to cocaine is hardly what I'd call pleasure. Besides, you've never even done it. How do you know sex wouldn't be better?"

At this point Rafe knew he needed to walk away. He made his way back to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge, trying to calm his nerves.

You and Courtney finally came out of your room. Rafe eyes immediately fall to your breasts, barely contained by the small bikini top. He quickly looks back up to meet your eyes and smiles. "I like your make up," He says softly, hoping you didn't catch him slip up.

"Thank you," You smiled up at him.

"What am I, a fucking side salad?" Courtney huffed.

"Chicken caesar," Rafe shot back. "The best salad in all the land. You look gorgeous as well." He told her.

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Thanks Rafe. I'm always happy to be this steaks side salad," She giggled, gesturing to you.

You all burst out laughing.

"Ya'll are wack," You said as you giggled your way to the kitchen. "Pregame?" You asked, pulling out a bottle of tequila and 3 shot glasses.

"Just one," Rafe says. "Gotta drive the Kook Queens around."

You smile at him before pouring the shots. You slide one to Courtney and Rafe and hold yours up. "To the queens," You smile seductively.

"To the motherfucking queens!" Courtney said before throwing hers back, you and Rafe doing the same. "Hit me again!"

You and Courtney take a few more shots before you're feeling buzzed enough to be social. "Let's make some money!" You say as your jump onto Rafe and cling to his neck. He spins you around once before putting you down.

"Let's do it," He says with a smirk as he ushered you and Courtney out the door.

He opens the passenger door for you to climb into his truck before opening the back door for Courtney. Once you are both comfortably inside he shuts the door and makes his way to the driver's side.

"Bluetooth!" You scream at Rafe, ready to play your music.

"Okay, okay," He says. He taps a few buttons on the screen until it says your phone is connected. "Here ya go, sweetheart."

"You know what?" You say, cocaine and alcohol sending a nice chill through your body. "I feel fucking good!"

"Amen to that!" Court says from the back seat, taking a swig from the bottle of tequila.

"I wanna show you guys a song," You say, scrolling through your phone. "Bump this shit and tell me it doesn't make you feel fucking Euphoric!"

All the windows were down and you and Court leaned back out the window, letting your hair fly in the wind. You held her hand as you both laughed with happiness.

Rafe's eyes scanned your body. Your arched back as you leaned out the window. Your skin was perfectly tan and your body jewelry clung to you just right.

He had to pry his eyes away to keep them on the road. But you were right. He felt fucking euphoric.

"All for us," He whispered to himself.

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[pruneunfair]

The Remarried empress fandom is practically a cult.

If it isn't the very pro-monarchy storyline that gets me, its the fans and how they idolize its protagonist and everyone else who supports her, this normally wouldn't be an issue if it didn't reach the point of condoning literal slavery.

The way the fans of this comic act is straight up disturbing, part of me thinks remarried empress might even be propaganda to push imperialism and monarchies. The characters you're supposed to root for are all horrible people such as a slave owner who is regarded as a cute fangirl, the ML who is a king with an annoying uwu persona that also steals from mages and kills innocent people, a grand duke is so obsessed with Navier he becomes a creep who goes around passing date-rape love potions like candy, and a brother who violates another woman's autonomy by slipping her abortion drugs but they never face consequences and if they do, its portrayed as something unfair caused by the evil women who get in Navier's way.

speaking of which lets talk about how any other woman in this story who is powerful and above Navier in some way is immediately villainized. the mistress Rashta is a former slave who was sold by her father, abused by her masters, one of them sexually assaults her as well (the narrative tries to say Rashta consented even though a slave can't say no to someone who owns them) and ends up severely traumatized after her baby is taken away and replaced with a dead one. Already off to a rough start for someone we are supposed to see as a one dimensional villain.

in the beginning chapters, Navier's ladies in waiting are already ridiculing Rashta before she even did anything all for being a slave who dared to become the Emperors mistress and hurt the feelings of their perfect empress, how could that slave not worship our empress!? What a wench!. later the narrative justifies making a slave the ultimate evil by making her into someone who "seduced" the Emperor and is ultimately written as a evil moron who is the true villain using her body to charm the poor little noblemen. (Ugh..) In the end her character is basically to be a punching bag for Navier to girl boss back into place and she dies alone in a prison cell as the most evil empress in history.

Then there's Krista, a queen dowager who didn't really like Navier but never went as far beyond snubbing her and letting rumors spread, bad but nothing too horrible, and when she sends a gift one of Navier's ladies in waiting gets all upset and asks if she can toss the gift out, its played off as a joke but it becomes clear it's supposed to tell readers that Krista is a mean mean woman for not adoring the MC.

Then when Krista is becoming too independent for the authors liking they begin to ruin her character by having pine after Heinrey, weird as hell but it could've worked if she was actually utilized as a villain and not a bug that needs to be squashed, she then gets blamed for letting Heinrey rest on her lap even though Kaufman was the one who drugged Heinrey while Krista didn't know, she's disgraced and later killed off while Heinrey proceeds to make the rest of her family suffer in the long run as well. And yet fans practically celebrated her death.

The comments are honestly the worst part, nothing but "Trashta has nothing on our queen! 😍" and "Navier is such a true girlboss! go away Trashta! 🤢" there are chapters where characters like Heinrey literally say that he'll torture people who don't like Navier and the comments are all just "Awww he's such an upgrade from Sovieshit, what a soft boy he is!" ffs it honestly feels like a cult where Navier is the god and all her supporters are her apostles.

The message is clear: you MUST like Navier! If you don't then it makes you a bad guy worthy of death row, and it doesn't take much either, all you need to do if talk a little shit about Navier and boom, her hubby has your mouth with rocks and sewn shut (yes this actually happened and it's never talked about again) if Rashta did something like that she'd be getting flamed, I'm even willing to bet if it was Heinrey who mutilated Delice the comments would either be full of cheap excuses for him or they just would give him a slap on the wrist.

I really wanted to like Remarried empress but I honestly can't anymore with the hypocrisy. Navier isn't even very likeable anymore since all she does now is react to everything and either condone what people do in her name or just not caring, so much for an empress who loves her subjects.

[neon--nightmare]

quick headcanon: fresh (the parasite) does need to sleep! however, he’s really really bad at both taking care of himself and his host because he sees it as a waste of time (“Brah, whaddaya mean peeps are up ‘n supposed ta sleep TEN HOURS a night?! Ya could do SO many other things, you’re wastin’ half the dang day literally doin’ nothin’!! Nada!! Zilch!!”)

and a MASSIVE vulnerability (“Ya tellin’ me ya just LIE there for hours?! Eyes closed, floppin’ around like a ragdoll?! A snail could kill ya with ya guard down in da ground like that, broham! A SNAIL!!”)

plus, where’s the guarantee that his host would stay asleep the whole time he did? his host could wake up first while fresh was still out, and do who-knows-what! pull him out of the body, maybe, and squash him like a bug! so instead, he pushes both himself and his host to the brink of literally passing out from exhaustion, and then finds a cozy little spot to curl up and power-nap in until he wakes up, preferably before his host, and the cycle repeats. he doesn’t realize sleep-deprivation affects him because it’s his normal, and that to be fair probably isn’t helping his mental state. but it’s FINE brah he’s FINE stop askin’!!!

this also ties in to how he feeds his host (“Breakfast is the most important meal o’ da day, bro!! Can’t skip it!!”) cardboard (“C’mon, yo, it’s totes edible, no point in wastin’ it!”) with frosting + sprinkles (“gotta get a SWEET TREAT ta start da day right! Haven’t ya heard it’s good for the soul? <3”) with a raw egg (“PROTEIN, homeslice!!”) because well. outside of the endless soul-rending torture do NOT let this guy in charge of your body (love him forever tho <33)

(if he ever had the chance to live a peaceful life where he wasn’t forced to be on the run 24/7, he’d have to learn how to take care of himself for the first time and how it feels to actually be rested, how it feels to be able to take care of himself more than the bare minimum, how alien it must feel. how strange it must seem to be well-rested for the first time in your entire existence)

[lanawinterscigarettes]

can you maybe do something with heather chandler x nerdy male reader who she basically treats like a little pet (it's up to you to decide whether they're okay with her treatment or not)

Heather Chandler x nerdy male reader who she treats like her pet (headcanons)

Warnings/contains: slightly toxic/codependent relationship (overt possessiveness, unhealthy attachments, blatant ownership, etc.), swearing, brief mentions of bullying and assault (it's implied rather than said outright), nothing sexual is mentioned here but there's definitely a dominant/submissive dynamic going on between Heather and the reader

Beginning notes: yesss see this is the kind of content we need to see more of, popular hot (and kind of scary) women with their shy and anxious male lapdogs

When Heather laid eyes on you for the first time, the number one thing that struck her was how cute you were, in a "aw, look at how adorable that puppy is" kind of way. Her immediate thought after that was how she could manipulate you into being hers and use that to her advantage later on

It wasn't very hard for her to get to you, in all honesty. Everyone knew what a massive two-faced bitch she was, but they also figured it was better to get on her good side than face her wrath by rebuffing her fake niceties, so when she willingly chose you of all people to be her partner for a school project she had to work on you kind of just went with it

The way she spoke to you was... nice, if not condescending. Always asking if you could fetch her things, if you'd do her favors, etc. Not that you resisted very much (if at all), as you seemed eager to please and happy to help

She also basically ruled over Westerburg High with an iron fist, squashing anyone who dared to cross her like a bug on a windshield, which meant as long as you were in her favor she'd protect you from the asshole jocks who liked to toss around nerds like you for football practice (cough, Kurt and Ram, cough)

Unlike Heathers Duke or McNamara, you didn't follow after Heather Chandler because you were afraid of her but rather because you enjoyed the attention. You actually liked being her little lapdog, which only made her more endeared by you, believe it or not

Other guys were so pushy, so expectant. They thought that just because Heather was giving them the time of day for once in their sorry and miserable lives that they earned something from her, but you didn't expect anything except for the occasional head pat and praise for a job well done

Veronica would scold Heather on occasion for her treatment of you, insisting "he's not your pet! You can't just treat him like one!" and meanwhile you'd be off somewhere in the distant background staring at Heather with the biggest heart eyes as you patiently waited for her to return. Your loyalty truly knew no bounds

It got to a certain point where people were so accustomed to seeing you with her that when they didn't they automatically assumed the worst, not only because Heather seemed to be in a better mood whenever you were around but also because you were typically only somewhere else if she was about to rain holy hell down on her fellow students (she didn't like losing her temper around you because she was worried you might get scared and cower in the corner like a frightened little puppy, so you were instructed to stay with the other Heathers when that happened)

That being said, she absolutely wasn't afraid to destroy someone's reputation in the slightest if they so much as looked at you wrong. You were her pet, after all, almost like her baby in a way, and she'd be damned if she was going to let someone hurt you and get away with it

Because of her naturally possessive nature, the only people she allowed you to be around were the other Heathers, and even then that was only if she was either there with you or if she had to take care of something like I mentioned earlier on

(Hanging out with Veronica was absolutely off limits, by the way. Occasionally you could say "hi" if Heather was with you, but you weren't allowed to be alone with her because she was too worried that Veronica might try to steal you from her or something. Neither Duke nor McNamara were brave enough or smart enough for that, so she wasn't too worried about them)

Her more gentle and caring side would only come out when the two of you were alone, usually either after school or on the weekends. She'd let you play with her hair while you laid cuddled up with her in the large canopy bed she owned or she'd picked out her outfit for the next day while you worked on your homework at her desk

Your relationship with each other might've been odd, but it worked. Heather finally had someone who adored her despite being a massive bitch, and you had someone who looked out for you even though you were a total nerd. Nobody expected you two to end up together, but somehow you were perfect for one another, and that was the best anyone could ever hope for

End notes: rip Heather Chandler my bitchy and problematic queen you would've loved being a mean femdom to subby and pathetic men 😔

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[kinardsevan]

I have this headcanon (that I think a lot of us have tbh). That Tommy literally is the sweetest guy. He’s nice to everyone, even when people are rude to him. He doesn’t see the point in discourse just to pick a fight. He just wants to make things easier for everyone else and if that means taking a little weight on someone’s bitchy attitude, so be it. He can take it. It doesn’t bother him.

…right up until it’s Evan. Then you’ll see a side of him you didn’t even know existed. Fuck with/hurt/upset Evan, and you’ll rue the day you decided to. And it’s not that Evan needs someone to defend him; he’s capable, and he and Tommy both know it. But no one hurts him, as far as Tommy’s concerned. He’s suffered enough in his life. And honestly, Evan thinks it’s kinda hot that his boyfriend wants to squash someone like a bug for eating the last brownie that he saved for him.

[crispy-art-on-fire]

Everytime i try asking this question I end up rambling about my own ideas so my sincerest apologies. Do you ever think about Blitzwings dynamic with the autobot gang outside of Optimus especially in friendlier contexts (or even in battling). The comics focused of BlitzOp and its great just curious.

Ratchet has a lot of baggage with sentient experiments and people being used as weapons, the need to comfort and pity and beat this guy up waring in his mind. Prowl is so similar to Wings but the total opposite to the rest of BlitzWing which I can only imagine has made some strange documentary discussions. Him and Bulkhead are both very artistic despite being big battle bots, and Bumblebee’s as terrified of BlitzWing as much as he wants to prank him.

BlitzWing is such a cool character and I love the way you write him, got me thinking about him a lot. Thank you for making such a cool comic!

I certainly have thought about how Blitzwing would act with the rest of the team! I however, have to have self control in the comic making progress so I don't end up with 100 pages (I am actively failing at that, we are at 48 pages, that's like 1/3rd of the size of the comic I've worked two years on).

So I'll just ramble about it here :]

You definitely right that Ratchet has Very Conflicted feelings. While he puts on a gruff front he is actually sympathetic towards war-frames and if he knew what Blitzwing's been through it'd be hard for him to solely hate him. He has experience expected better of a Decepticon and being betrayed so he won't trust Blitzwing as far as he can throw him but it'd be easy for him to fall into habits if they were on the same side. Yelling at Blitz when he breaks open his knuckles again, keeping Zing from eating important medical equipment, answering Wings about medical procedures. They wouldn't be friends but it'd be a grey zone of something more than purely professional, colleges. Blitzwing would mostly have a mix of annoyance and begrudging respect towards the old medic.

Absolutely right about Prowl and Wings enjoying talking about documentaries and nature. They disagree on what the point of watching them is but they'd still get wrapped up in fascination of how brutal yet malicious and random nature is. As for the others Zing would be DELIGHTED in irritating Prowl enough to break his zen, battling it out if he can ignore them enough for them to get bored. Blitz probably wouldn't even bother with Prowl outside of sparring.

Bulkhead and Blitzwing are friends to me. I am admittedly pretty bad at writing and understanding Bulkhead so forgive me if this is brief. They are both artistic people which is something very rare for their cultures and like, I feel like especially Zing would relate to Bulkhead for being a fuck up. They certainly wouldn't start out as friends, Blitzwing as someone who used to hurt his friends isn't someone who Bulkhead would want to associate with and Blitzwing wouldn't start off respecting him but with time as a team that perception would break down. Bulkhead being clumsy is funny to Zing and the way he can turn it around into devastating attacks is respectable to Blitz, his knowledge around Space Bridges would get Wings to admit he underestimated the bot. Blitzwing as I potray him is very starved for kindness and like, Bulkhead is clumsy in his attempts at making his friends feel better but gosh is he sincere. I just feel like with Blitzwing's newfound respect he'd be able to cover up or lift up Bulkhead when he gets down and just- the two would like hanging out in each others company even if they don't talk much or have deep conversations? ANYWAY THIS HAS TURNED INTO A RAMBLE OF WHY BULKBLITZ IS THE SECOND BEST BLITZWING SHIP CHANGE MY MIND.

Bumblebee would probably has the hardest time because I think Zing is the only part who likes the little guy. Blitz has to get over the instinctual "I must squash this irritating bug" while Wings is mulling over the humiliating defeat with the controller. Bumblebee would also overcompensate over the whole 'you tried to kill me' situation by acting friendly and making jokes before he really figures out where the line is. It gets better with time and exposure- Bumblebee and Zing paired up is like menace x2 they are going to pull a vine prank while sometimes, sometimes, Bumblebee can get Blitzwing to laugh with his stupid jokes and shenanigans. Even if he is convinced Wings was going to kill him for like the next week.

[eepy-deebser]

Bruh, your trlukey analysises are 🔥🔥🔥

I’ve been waiting for someone to do analysis on his character, ahhhh. trlukey is now keeping his cards close to his chest.

THANK YOUUUU

I didn't see enough yap about this traumatized little guy on tumblr. he makes me soooo sick. like. the power imabalance on the realm is SO fun. i get trying to balance it from a designer perspective but it works so well in lore. The world isn't fair, and power takes time. Shortcuts have consequences. And playing against this, twisting the universe to your favor, leads to violence (*cough cough* princess Tubbo *cough cough*) Devs if you're reading this don't balance it. Keep mortality and weakness PLEAESSEEE. I love steadily increasing ravines between the rich & powerful and the general populous!!!!

tags via @doubleslashkarma ok so like. before I go into this it is important to note that none of trsmp characters are in the right, and this is abt who's my favorite war criminal. THAT SAID!

YOU GET MEEEEEE

tr!Lukey came into the world full of joy and whimsy, wanting to meet everybody and have fun. But he became a pawn in green & yellow's game immediately, and not only that, was immediately sacrificed for it!!!

Bits and jokes for others are deadly to him. Haha do you wanna go to the wall? Bam. Dead. How can he not hold a grudge against yellow when he's the punchline to them? And the only way he can fight back is jokes and lighthearted pranks because the second he stops being enetertaining, the moment a joke doesn't land and he becomes an annoyance, a bug to squash, he will be.

tags via @bigmoon-is-bigwife

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE DRUNK STREAM. Thats a whole 'nother can of worms. But that entire time, he just wants validation. Just the smallest confirmation that he's worth something, not useless or a burden. He tries to help Tina!!!! Despite the constant bullying, he keeps asking how he can be worthy of human decency to Tina. And everyone keeps acting like him pointing out how HORRIBLE a day he's had (rp-wise, it was hilarious content) is just complaining.

That brings me to another thing!!!! Lukey doesn't complain, not really. He'll feign incompetence and stand up for himself when he isn't terrified of dying (notice how the day weapon damage isn't working he points out the way everybody's treated him) and whine as a joke, but he doesn't complain. It's funny how beaten down he is, but not when he's genuinely being haunted and hurt.

So of course when Pili offers him protection, he considers it. He doesn't have any allies, let alone friends in yellow, and he desperately needs someone to defend him. Pili gives him that validation he desperately lacks- he calls Lukey smart and interesting, that he genuinely wants to go to the ball for him. And Lukey doesn't fall for it, not really, but it would help with the decision, wouldn't it? Pili (2, 1 is a WHOLE 'nother thing) is one of the few people on the realm that doesn't just immediately overpower Lukey and show off their strength. He's (sorta) a pacifist and prefers psychological battle over direct.

anyway i love tr!lukeyyy

[pizzaapeteer]

hi pizzaa I have a question for you 💋 what characters do you ship yourself and your mutuals with? can be from anything not just the slytherin boys btw

also can I be 🐧 anon??

Hi lovely! Okie this is super cute!! also yes you so can! just need your age and preferred pronouns 🤍 Incase you didn’t see my post for you!

so Mattheo is my obvs choice for myself, he’s also like my only hyperfixation atm but I actually think I’d work well with one of the twins. the likelihood of Mattheo actually being into me is so funny tho cuz we’re very different so very opposites attract 👀 but I reckon we could bond over music and art (I imagine dreamily)

firstly I ship every mutual with me ofc 😌 but for characters;

@thatdammchickennugget 🛳️ w/ stiles stilinski for sure! You guys would be perfect and omg the dnd nights I know he doesn’t play in the show but low-key think he would love it with her! but he would so listen to you with a big cheese smile and he’s sing karaoke with ya! (Course I actually think you’d be perfect for all your favs)

@bloodstainedsapphic 🛳️ w/ Ellie Williams ofc. I can’t possibly pick or actually see anyone else. from what I know about Ellie (through your writing) she’s kind; caring a little reserved but happy to come out of her shell for you. And well I know how excited you get to try new things so she’d be easily convinced by your cute little face and energetic energy.

@jayybugg 🛳️ w/ Theo nott. Theo could match your wit and smarts like that🫰plus he can def settle your dramatic ass down with one look and an eyebrow raise. But I kind of also love the idea of one of the twins with you cuz your funny asf and need a dance partner.

@amongemeraldclouds 🛳️ w/ Theo ngl. (Enzo if he’s a softie but we know he ain’t) I just feel like theos calm demeanor would be so lovely with you and he 100% loves cats so he would love yours! plus he could just read or chill out while you paint and talk to you, I just think he’s a good listener 😌

@mattyriddlesbitch 🛳️ w/ Blaise zabini. Your blunt and sarcastic but kind hearted and nurturing so low-key Blaise works well to keep your sassy side in check, plus I reckon he would enjoy watching streams with you nodding along letting you sit in his lap!

@leona-hawthorne 🛳️ w/ Mattheo riddle, squash that boy like a bug, you’re so cutely fierce and chaotic I can see your energies vibing, plus I know how much you love horror the two of you would be so cute watching movies, though he might get jealous of all your book boyfriends 👀

@moonpascal 🛳️ w/ Remus lupin. I just feel like Remus would love listening to music or reading with you, and your a wee homebody so he’d just find comfort in spending quality time with you. Not to mention I feel like he’s a night owl so he’d stay up with you when you can’t sleep 🙂‍↕️

sorry I ofc didn’t do everyone; but if other mutuals want me to do them I can certainly try but I don’t think I’m very good at shipping people ☹️ but I had fun so thank you lovely anon for asking!!!

[picklebunbun]

Helloooo !!! If you don't mind, can you make a Flippy/Fliqpy x reader who as a DID (dissociative identity disorder) and the other alter hurts people who get a little too close to them without asking them first and they absolutely hate insects, like , they would literally try to kill them with a knife (and surprise ! They success) but only if you agree of course !

⌗. ➞ྀིྀི⚛️! : cw; I tried to research about DID, but since it's rare to get it, I have very limited information about it so I sincerely apologize if it's not accurate. Descriptions about insects getting squashed counts as gore, correct? Insanely violent reader, this is a bit more angsty than crack, reader needs a hug and so does Flippy ,

➵ Flippy / Fliqpy x gn ! reader this is supposed to be read as romantic

{ angel's notes 🪽; new style, kind of, anyways, if anyone has DID, please tell me if I got it right }

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before you realized you had DID, you couldn't remember what happened in your life. It was just like your life was birth and then adulthood, blanking on the memories in between .

when Flippy asked you about your childhood, you couldn't say anything. It was kind of awkward after that, you just both stayed silent .

large portions of your memory were gone by a snap of a finger, nothing made sense, it was like you took a long nap for hours and all your former friends cut off all contact with you with no explanation .

ever since then, you had trouble dealing with how you acted, you thought that everything was wrong with your body, your face, every individual cell in your skin, it didn't even felt like it was your OWN skin, so what gave you the right to judge it anyways ?

sometimes you felt like anything could set you off, suddenly getting angry at every sound, fire running up your nerves and getting major headaches from anger, a volcano waiting to destroy everything .

first of all, these systems or rather, system, not plural, was used as a defense mechanism against anything related to your trauma, even minor things like color or a specific sound. In a way, it was protecting you, maybe that's why a gigantic part of your life was missing .

when Flippy opened up to you about his disorder, it was such a relief for you, which also led you to admit that you had the same problem, which also led to you two talking about it. It was such a relief to have this conversation with someone who doesn’t think you’re crazy, even better, someone who could actually relate to what you were feeling .

the thing about your system, however, it’s defense mechanism was similar to Flipqy. It made it harder for you guys to fully trust each other. If your system took over but not Flippy’s he ended up getting hurt, but, this was a way to keep you safe, after all .

although, you did find that you calmed down from how you were before. You switched almost every time, 24/7, always being reminded on what happened to you, but since meeting Flippy, it was like all your once, dark, unlit, lightbulb just suddenly beamed with energy .

the thing is, even if Flippy fully gained your system's trust, it'd be really hard to convince everyone that you weren't dangerous, and you really didn't switch that much, it made you even more upset because everyone in the town trusted the green bear more. You thiught everything was out of place, that you didn't belong here, why live in a world that thinis it'd be better if you died anyways ?

it struck up a lot of identity issues ,,,

you and Flippy had a talk about it, it's refreshing when he comforts you, treating you delicately like an injured bird .

even if everyone hates you, as long as Flippy was next you, you'll be fine, his company is all you'll need .

it's so weird you have such an irrational fear about bugs but barely any reaction to guts and bloodshed, seeing you freak out about an insect while making sure that the soilders of WW1 eradicated the creature was definitely a sight .

bringing out a whole bazooka ಠ_ಠ ,, ?

even worse when you switch . 😭

COMES HOME WITH THE WHOLE HOUSE DESTROYED .

,,,

" hey [system / name] I ,, - WHAT HAPPENED ,, "

" ,, there was a bug "

stressing the man out oml . 😭

at least he doesn't get any bugs in his house anymore,,, BECAUSE THERE IS NO HOUSE .

chasing around a silverfish with a knife around the house

" you'll hurt yourself like that ?! "

" NOT BEFORE I HURT THIS SON OF A B TCH FIRST "

" CHRIST ALMIGHTY , [system / name] "

thank gyatt he can calm you down because everyone in the town would've been on fire .

it doesn't matter, he always loves you either way ! ❦