#look back made me cry so hard uhhhh

[tariah23]

If look back is getting a movie fr, I swear I’m gonna start bawling rn

[morewittepain]

some thoughts i had while thinking about college and inevitably connecting it back to my fixations as i always do:

random tbosas college au hcs!!

lucy gray would beg whichever poor soul got forced to be her roommate to push their mattresses together to make a mega bed, but she gets so cozy the first night that she sleeps through all seven of her alarms and misses like three classes.

livia, arachne, and clemensia are all insufferable sorority girls. except arachne and clemensia are super serious about it and livia is only in it for the booze and the lols. she made one joke day 1 of freshman year about being a sorority girl and ended up committing to the bit a little too hard, and now she's too far in to back out.

there's one bar off campus that all the daddy's money students (the academy mentors) started going to to escape from the weird liberal arts kids (the tributes) until one day lucy gray ends up scoring a job playing at said bar and now everyone is significantly bummed out when anyone mentions the place.

riding off of that, we all know that lucy gray is a theatre kid, but she's the most insufferable brand. she runs through the halls singing show tunes, she tries to start flash mobs in the dining hall, and if you mention it once she will not shut up about the theatre club's latest improv show. they did wicked once and she showed up to classes in full green makeup every day throughout the entirety of tech week.

not only is she the theatre kid, she's just the weird kid in general. she shows up to every 8 am class in the most insanely tacky diy outfits. more often than not, she repurposes whatever costume pieces the theatre department was throwing out. it's all craft store gemstones, hot glue, and a metric ton of puffy paint. she's also constantly conjuring flowers out of thin air it seems and passing them out as flower crowns to whoever is within a ten mile radius. mid final she just slowly passes you a whole heap of daisies weaved together and you're left like "??????"

she sets her eyes on someone and either becomes their best friend or worst nightmare.

coryo walking through the front door covered in glitter with a **very** homemade rainbow scarf forcefully tied around his neck and a flower behind his ear: TIGRIS THE WEIRD KID GOT ME ON THE WALK HOME AGAIN AND I COULDN'T OUTRUN HER

sejanus and coryo would dorm together for a total of two months before coryo decides that if he doesn't move off campus he will literally kill himself so he ends up back with tigris and commutes. he's a coward (sejanus snores).

oh god wait no is he a frat boy? i hate that image in my head. GET IT OUT!!

mizzen is significantly younger than everyone else, like 14 or something, and hangs out on campus with coral (bc in my head they're cousins or smthn) and it is quite literally the "uhhhh want a beer?" "HE'S FOUR!!" meme. nobody knows what to do with him. he's just sitting there with an ipad and a yoohoo living his best life until coral makes him do his homework.

coryo fails a situationship twice a week and everyone clowns on him constantly for never being able to get out of the talking stage. one day he's showing up to lucy gray's shows and the next he's ducking behind cars in the parking lot so she doesn't see him. one day he's making out with livia at a party and the next he's crying on the floor while clemensia pats him on the back because nobody loves him. one day he's genuinely hooking up with sejanus and the next he's pretending he was drunk so he can act like he doesn't remember. boo you whore!!! men will do anything BUT therapy.

sejanus is that one kid whose mom is always on campus for some reason and just chilling in their dorm. they're knitting sweaters and watching friends, leave them alone!!

clemensia would be the ra that everyone hates because she would absolutely snitch on your ass to look good, meanwhile lamina is the ra that everyone loves because she's just in it for the free room and is too tired to hunt anyone down for breaking the rules. work smarter, not harder.

reaper is also a weird kid, but in the mysterious artist who just glares at people from across the dining hall and sketches angrily kinda way. he and lucy gray are besties because i said so. he's teaching her how to paint in exchange for guitar lessons, except she can only finger paint and he's left handed and can hardly play her guitar comfortably.

treech and lamina were that one couple that picked the same college during their honeymoon phase in high school and travelled together except it absolutely ruined their relationship and now they hate each other. if you're a girl's girl, though, you take lamina's side because she does no wrong (totally not because she lets you sneak pot into the dorm as long as she "can't see it" so she doesn't have to do a whole night's worth of paperwork).

coral and lucy gray have been dating for half of a semester but pretend to hate each other when they're in public simply for the bit. they're faking petty cat fights, they're glaring at each other in the hallways, but really they're smoochin behind the scenes. they just think they're funny.

it's 5 am and i need to SLEEP but please drop any other headcanons you have about this batshit au because I would love to see them. i'm sure this will make no sense when i reread it in the morning, but trust that i will revisit this subject because them just being normal teenagers is always so funny to me.

[whore-era]

college!Ellie comforting anxious fem GF with lots of kisses and back rubs?

a/n: i feel like this headcanon was so bad but i did my best <3 hope u enjoy <3333

college!ellie headcanon: comforting anxious gf

you were swamped. final exams were approaching, a 10 page research essay was due in 3 days, internships to apply to in time for the summer, laundry barely started — everything was piling up.

you felt as if the weight of the world was on your shoulders, and you had to keep yourself afloat. but you could feel it, you were about to crash.

the tab was still open, your research paper halfway done, and you were overwhelmed with anxiety. failing to hold back the immense emotion, you burst into tears, sobbing into the sleeves of your hoodie.

you just weren't sure if you had the power to keep pushing through these last couple weeks, you were drained out dry. weeping into your hoodie, you hear your phone ring.

sliding the button to answer, you press your phone to your ear. "h-hello?" you attempt to dry your face, concealing any evidence that you were just crying minutes before. "babe, i'm on my way over. just wanted to see if you wanted me to pick something up for you," ellie's voice come through the speaker, still unaware of your current state.

"uhhhh, i'm fine, els," you croak, "you don't h-have to come over right now. you must be busy and stuff and i don't wanna get in the way." there's a shakiness in your voice, and you hope to god ellie doesn't notice. she goes quiet for a second, "hmm. okay. fine." you let out a breath of relief, "call you later then, sweet girl," she coos, "i love you." "i love you, ellie." click

putting your phone down and burying your face in your hands, you let out a breath, allowing a few tears to fall down your face. it made you feel bad burdening ellie with your issues — she had her own stuff going on. the last thing she needed to worry about was you.

it wasn't long before you heard a couple knocks on your door. you furrowed your brows, knowing you weren't expecting anyone. still, you walked over and opened the door of your dorm, face-to-face with a big, brown teddy bear. ellie's face poked out from the corner of the bear's head. "we could tell you were bear-y sad, so we wanted to check in on you." you threw your arms around her, squishing the bear in the process. she let out a chuckle, pulling away to see your face, surprised to see your eyes filling with tears.

"hey, hey, hey," she whispers, "c'mon, let's get inside first." gently guiding you inside your dorm, she closes the door behind her. "what's been goin' on, sweet girl? talk to me."

"jus-just been feelin' so— overwhelmed," you breathe out, "f-finals, my p-paper, freaking i-internships—" tears begin to spill, "i don't k-know i-if i can h-han-handle it." you weep into her jacket, and she soothingly rubbed your back, letting you cry.

once you calm down a bit, ellie pulls away a little and cups your face in her hands. "what do you need from me, baby?" she asks, "anything at all, you name it. i'll get it."

"i just— i just want you to hold me."

you both climb into your tiny, twin bed. with her arm wrapped around you, you nestled into her side, inhaling her scent — cedar and mahogany teakwood. she rubbed slow and small circles on your back, calming your nerves.

"i don't know if i'm stuck out for this," you murmur, "college is jus' a lot. don't know if this is what i'm meant to do." you look up at her with big and glossy eyes. "hey," she whispers, "you are one of the smartest people i know, and you are so fucking hard working, always putting in 100 into everything you do."

a tear trails down your face and ellie continues. "you can do anything you out your pretty mind to do, anything, baby," she coos, "you're meant to do this." ellie leans down to press a kiss on your forehead, "and if you're still unsure about school and all, then that's okay too. you can choose something else you wanna do, and i'll be here, rooting for you every step of the way."

you heart warms up in your chest, feeling fuzzy. "thank you," you dote, "i'm so lucky to have you, els." ellie smiles down at you, leaning in to kiss you tenderly.

"always, sweet girl," ellie wraps her arm tighter around you, "now, come here. relax a lil' more, yeah?" you nod and cuddle back into her warmth, and she presses another reassuring kiss on top of your head.

[yourheartonfire]

Six months. The protagonist wasn't usually one who cared overly much about silly, made up milestones like 'six month anniversaries' but this time, this felt different. This partner was different. Never had the protagonist felt so seen, so valued. They'd been watching the clock all day, fizzing with happiness, looking forward to their evening and the "big surprise" their partner had promised.

Until their partner crashed through the plate glass window of their apartment two hours early, bloodied and in a half-destroyed villain costume, eyes wild with shock to see protagonist sitting there.

"NO!" their partner - the villain? - howled, staring at the protagonist as if they were the one who'd just smashed their way through a fourth story window. "It's not possible!"

The protagonist sat stunned at their stupid little home office desk, jaw dropped and excel spreadsheet half done. They had no resistance as the villain (their partner?!) stormed up and yanked them to their feet, searching their face like it was suddenly unfamiliar territory.

"How? How!" the villain raged, thumb dragging across the protagonist's cheekbone as their other hand held them tightly in place. "Shape-shifting? Super-healing?"

"Uhhhh...?" the protagonist said with thrilling eloquence. Their partner - the villain - had always been touchy, deliciously touchy in ways that thrilled the protagonist. This was different, but so, so frighteningly close to the same.

Their partner spun away, grabbed up the TV remote to turn it from background music to cable news. There was their city's hero live from the aftermath of some fresh disaster, charming the members of the press interviewing them. Blood dripped from under their mask from a thin gash across their face.

"How?"the villain exclaimed, no longer meeting the protagonist's eyes. "Delayed tape? A body double?"

Slowly, the protagonist sat back down in their dumb little office chair. "You thought I was [Hero]?" they whispered in a tight, high voice.

The villain threw the remote into the television. It stuck in the middle of the LED screen in the middle of Hero's forehead. "You are [Hero]!" they shouted. "You have to be!" They grabbed protagonist by the forearm, turned their wrist to show the scar running up their arm. "January 3rd. Compound fracture of the radius and ulna."

"Yeah, in a car accident," the protagonist said. "You thought I was [Hero]?"

"May 7, another broken arm." The villain's eyes were wide and wild. Their hand shook around the protagonist's wrist. "July 29, a stab wound you got them to record as a burst appendix."

"It was a burst appendix." The protagonist jerked away, wrapping their arms tightly around themselves. "And I didn't break my arm again, it was a complication."

Their partner fell silent. The protagonist dropped their eyes, face burning. In the sudden quiet, the hero's tinny laugh echoed from the broken television.

The villain swore and sat down on the couch. As an afterthought, they threw the paperweight off the coffee table. It smacked into the television off button with pinpoint precision.

"I should've known this was too good to be true," the protagonist said. Now the tears were coming - overflowing, to add bloodshot eyes to that red flush. Real ugly crying, the protagonist was sure, but that hardly mattered now. "Now you're gonna kill me-"

"No!" the villain snapped, jerking their head up. "I would never hurt you! You're my... um."

"I'm your what?" The protagonist wiped their nose on their sleeve and stood. "You clearly have no idea who I am if you thought I somehow had time for a crime-fighting alter ego!"

"Hey!" Their partner stood too. "You didn't know who I was."

The protagonist picked up their mug of pencils and threw it. Not hard, just to the ground, but partner had the right idea. It felt good. "Of course I knew!" they screamed. "You can't date someone six months and not notice when they disappear mysteriously on a regular basis!"

The villain blinked. "No," they said, but with uncertainty in their eyes. "You're a fundamentally decent person - that was part of the profile. You wouldn't date me."

"Well, I disagree with your methods but think you have some valid points," the protagonist sniffed. "I figured we'd talk about it when you were ready to tell me, your completely normal civilian partner. I didn't think you thought I was some fucking goody two shoes narc!"

The villain - their partner - was staring. Tilted their head the other way. Eyes bright and over-focused in that x-ray look they had. "Well," their partner said, in that deep voice that always sent shivers down the protagonist's spine. "Looks like I was wrong about who had the surprise for whom."

"Stop it," the protagonist said in a hitched voice. They turned away, back to their stupid spreadsheet blurry through tears. "You're just being mean now. You didn't want me, you wanted-"

"To trap [hero], I was thinking I’d outsmarted myself there for a while. But I fought [hero] today and I felt... nothing." The chair spun back around. The villain caught the protagonist's chin in their hand, studying them with a thoughtful look they got when they were ready to take the protagonist apart. "Looks like I trapped something else instead."

The protagonist slapped the villain's hand away. Their breath suddenly felt compressed in their lungs, like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room. "Don't you dare. I'm not a consolation prize."

"Definitely not. A flexible moral code, a gale force personality, an absolutely slamming body," the villain mused. They straddled the protagonist, the springs of cheap desk chair squeaking in protest at the weight settling precariously over the protagonist’s hips. "This feels - how did you put it - too good to be true? Clearly further investigation is warranted. If...” The villain cleared their throat. For the first time since the protagonist had met them, they actually looked just a tad shy. “...if you want.”

The protagonist swallowed. But there was no question. There never had been. “You owe me,” they said with a jut of their chin, “a conversation, and some very fancy take-out.”

The villain grinned and pulled out their phone to order.

[willyoubethepookietomypookster]

"Last Christmas"

ITS OUTTTTT!!!!! FINALLY. Enjoy this piece, cuz this is probably the second to last piece I'll make regarding good omens unfortunately. I can only stay in a fandom for a few weeks before i lose interest, but i got a request and im determined to finish that. Also i added my own oc in here cuz i didn't wanna write (your best friend) the entire time 😭😭 Enjoy!!

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It had been a few months since Aziraphale left to become the Archangel of heaven, and Crowley was hit hard. You don't know exactly what happened, but you know it was bad. Crowley wanted to up and abandon the bookshop all together, but you couldn't exactly be left alone with Muriel. You love her, but she cannot take care of a human, let alone a teenager. As much as it pained Crowley, he stayed in the shop with you, because he was living in his car and he didn't wanna have you do that too. You've tried to contact Aziraphale a handful of times, but it only worked once. He was on call for 30 seconds and you made him promise to come home for Christmas before the line cut out and you had to give up. Its now December 22, and you're awaiting Aziraphales arrival any minute. You mailed him a phone for Christmas, with your number attached to a note, but he isn't allowed to have contact with earth, so he's been discreetly texting you. Since he's Archangel, he can technically do what he wants, but the higher ups dislike when he tries to check in on earth. The only reason he was even allowed to be here in the first place was because he lied about wanting to study human emotion during the holiday. Well, not exactly a lie, he has to study your emotion to be able to pass his trip off as work. You hadn't told Crowley yet, because you didn't know how he'd react, but you also couldn't let Aziraphale be a surprise because that felt wrong. You had finished sorting some books and decorating the house when you walked into the room to tell your father figure the news.

"Pa..??" You asked warily. He looks up at you and raises an eyebrow, signalling you to talk.

"Uhm....you know how its Christmas n all???" You say, and he looks confused.

"Yeah...?" He says.

"Uhhh...." You squeeze your eyes shut. "Can I invite my friend over??" You practically shout. Of course you chickened out, how could you tell him that the love of his life, who left him for a place he doesn't even like that much, was coming back within the hour? He nods slowly.

"Is that it? Of course you can." He takes a sip of the drink in his hand. You nod and excuse yourself, inviting your friend Ivory over like you said you would.

"Hey Ivy!" You said into the house phone.

"What do you need y/n?" She said.

"Wanna come over today? Its gonna be kinda a Christmas party, but not really."

"Oh sure, let me get ready and I'll be over."

"Kay!"

A little while later, you started pacing around the house, awaiting Aziraphales arrival. You had this feeling in your stomach that made you feel sick. Anxiety.

"What are you all uptight for?" Crowley asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Uhhhh..." You say, avoiding eye contact and wringing your hands together. You let out a deep breath. "Aziraphale is coming over.." You say, looking up for a quick second. Something flashes across Crowley's features, but he notices how scared you are and he just nods.

"Okay.." He replies, and goes back to downing his drink. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and nod. You have such relief that it takes everything in you not to cry.

"Thanks pa.." You say, your voice wavering. He waves you off and you leave.

You have finally finished setting up when your friend arrives. You run to open the door and see Ivory standing there with a plate of brownies and cookies in her hands.

"Aw Ivy, you didn't have to bring anything!" You say, carefully taking the plate from he hands and inviting her in.

"Its fine, I never come to a party empty handed." She replies. You give her a tour of the bookshop and then introduce her to Crowley.

"This is Cro-...Anthony.." You tell her. She walks up to shake his hand.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Ivory." She says. He nods in acknowledgement and starts walking around, inspecting the bookshop. You walk up to Aziraphales gramophone and put on a Christmas Classics record. The first song is Jingle Bell Rock, and you and Ivory start dancing to it. Crowley walks in on you guys vibing, and an odd expression crosses his face before he leaves you be.

After a few songs, there's a knock on the door. You and Crowley both look at each other for a fraction of a second before you're rushing towards the door. You rip it open and throw your arms around Aziraphale and buring your face in his neck. He starts laughing and pats your back.

"I missed you too, Y/n."

You pull back and really look at his face. He looks tired, and he's grown a beard since he's been gone. He steps inside and you introduce him to Ivory. You show him all the decorations you put up, and you then lead him to the living room to show him the Christmas tree. He enters the living room and glances at Crowley. They share a lingering gaze before he snaps out of it and turns his attention towards the tree.

"Its breathtaking, dear." He says while smiling down at you. You nod and smile.

"Thanks, dad." He hugs you again and looks around.

"Wheres Muriel?" He asks.

"She went back to heaven for the week." Crowley replies.

"Oh.." Aziraphale says. The tension between them is obvious, and you guys sit in silence for a little bit before Ivory comes in and starts pulling you up.

"COME ON. THEY'RE PLAYING THE SONG!!" She shouts. You stumble to your feet as she keeps tugging on your arm.

"WHAT SONG???" You yell, startled. Aziraphale chuckles at your antics and stands up.

"I can move the gramophone in here, if you'd like." He says.

"Yes please!!!" You and Ivory say in unison.

He snaps his fingers and suddenly the gramophone is on a table in the main room. Ivory's eyes grow wide and Aziraphale seems to notice what he's done, because he starts stammering and trying to make excuses. Crowley rolls his eyes, and Ivory chuckles.

"Its fine, Mr. Fell. Y/n told me all about how you did magician work in your spare time." Ivory states and winks at you. Crowley groans at the mention of magic and Aziraphale smiles brightly. Aziraphale looks at you.

"Why of course she did! My magic is stage worthy. I once performed at the West End!" He boasts. Ivory feigns a surprised gasp.

"Oh my!! Thats incredible! Did the crowd throw roses?" She says, smiling. Aziraphales face falters for a moment, recalling the blank stares and boos, but nods nonetheless.

"Of course!! I'm one of the greatest, after all." He's practically shining. The song has long been forgotten, you and Ivory chat with Aziraphale for a while. Crowley stares longingly, but pretends to drink anytime Aziraphale looks over.

Soon enough, you've all been chatting and eating for an hour or so. Crowley has been unusually quiet, and Aziraphale has not spoken a word about him or heaven since he arrived. You grab Aziraphales hand and place him right next to Crowley.

"Stay. Don't even think about moving, I'm gonna grab something really quick."

"Y/n-" He starts, but you've already grabbed Ivory and dragged her away. He and Crowley sit in silence for a moment, before Crowley speaks up.

"So hows the big fancy office job? Better than down here?" Crowley asks. Aziraphale immediately spins to face him, word vomiting his concerns.

"I hate it! Well, hate is a strong word, but I hate itt!! I miss you and Y/n. It's stressful and the angels are prideful pompous jerks. Metatron is always on my ass for something or another, Micheal never shuts up about 'restarting Armageddon' At this point I think I miss Gabriel too." He sputters out. Crowley looks at him starstruck.

"...You miss me..??" He asks. Aziraphale turns red and scratches his cheek.

"Well of course I do, you're my closest friend." Aziraphale replies, and Crowley can't help but chuckle.

"Yeah, friend." He mutters. He looks over to Aziraphale and gives him a hard stare. "You aren't forgiven." He says. Aziraphale looks confused for a moment before his eyes go wide with realization.

"O-oh! Of course not! I- I mean.. I haven't even apologized or anything." He turns away, takes one of Crowley's hands and starts tracing little star patterns on it. "But I am sorry. Really sorry. And I obviously miss you." He says. Crowley blushes, but pulls his hand away anyway.

"Its gonna take more than that you know." Crowley practically spits. Aziraphale flinches and looks like he's about to cry, but nods and smiles anyway.

"I know. I know." He whispers that last part, and almost stands up to leave before the girls come rushing back in. They're holding four hot chocolates, each one having marshmallows and candy canes in them.

"We have hot coco!!!!!!!" You yell. You quickly walk over to them and hand them each a drink. Crowley waves his hand.

"I don't want any, thanks." He says blandly.

"TAKE IT." You spat. Not in a mean way, but in a 'I'm going to kick you so hard if you don't' way. Crowley nods, holding back a smile, and takes it. Aziraphale chuckles at your antics and sips his coco.

You and Ivory drink and snack for a little while, when Last Christmas starts playing. Ivory quickly pulls you to your feet, and you guys start singing.

"LAST CHRISTMAS I GAVE YOU MY HEART!!" You sing

"BUT THE VERY NEXT DAY, YOU GAVE IT AWAY!!" She sings back.

"THIS YEAR, TO SAVE ME FROM TEARS, I'LL GIVE IT TO SOMEONE SPECIAL!!!" You guys sing together. Crowley and Aziraphale exchange a look, before going back to watching you two. You guys do this for a while, before the lyrics change to something that hits too close to home.

"Wrapped up a gift and sent it, with a note saying I love you, I MEANT IT!! Now I know what a fool I've been, but if you kiss me now I know you'll fool me again!!!" You guys sing together. Aziraphale looks directly at Crowley this time, and grabs his hand. Crowley looks at him and they both stare at each other's lips for a second, before Aziraphale cups his face with his hand, and pulls him in for a tender kiss. You and Ivory stand there start struck, before you guys turn up the music and pretend you didn't see anything. Crowley leans into the kiss and grabs Aziraphales face. They quickly pull away after about thirty seconds. Crowley glares at Aziraphale, but makes no move to get away or wipe the kiss off his face. Crowley tears up a little bit and kisses Aziraphale again, just a peck this time, and moves away.

"You still aren't completely forgiven yet." Crowley huffs, and Aziraphale just laughs.

"Well, I'll just have to spend all my waking hours making it up to you then. I'll tell Metatron I quit, and pray he doesn't kill me in return." He says. Crowley smiles and gives him another peck.

"Lets go to Alpha Centuri sometime, yeah?" He asks. Aziraphale smiles too.

"Yeah."

[the-fiction-witch]

A Father

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Cute

I stood doing the dishes humming to myself in my little apartment when I heard the door open and close, "Hi thomas, how'd it go at the supermarket?" I smiled, "uhhhh… Fine, the price of cheese is terrifying me, they had no eggs again, I was given a baby and I think a lady tried to slap my butt." He explained, "… What?" "What?" "Say that again." "The price of cheese is extortionate, they didn't have eggs, I got a baby, and some lady tried to touch my butt in the queue," "What about a-" I dried off my hands and actually looked at him to see him stood in his jeans, triumph shirt, loose button down the shopping bag dumped on the sofa and a baby in his arms. A LITERAL BABY! "AHHH! Thomas why do you have a baby!" "I found it," "Found- okay… slowly and calmly before I have a freaking heart attack. How did you get a baby?" "I was walking down the corridor, a lady came up to me handed me the baby and walked off." "Did you not ask her why she was giving it to you?" "she didn't answer she had headphones in," "Did you not try and go after her," "I did but she left and got in her car," "So…. someone just gave you a baby," "Yeah. I thought it was weird," he said his panic actually revealing itself, "I don't think I'm ready for a baby, I wasn't expecting it no one gave me a heads up about it or anything, I don't even have milk to give it, or anything to change it with and it… REALLY needs changing," He explained starting to spiral as he looked at the child in his arms, "I admit I wasn't listening in health class I didn't know this is how I'd become a father!" "Thomas. You're not a father. Someone must have just made a mistake likely low on sleep after a newborn," I explained, "just give me the baby and we'll see if we can find their parents," "No," "Thomas give me the baby!" "No. and don't shout around my baby," he said cradling the child closer, "It's not your baby thomas." I sighed, The door then knocked so I went and got it seeing a very panicked crying woman, "You handed him your baby?" "Yes…" she whined, "I'm so sorry, I've been having postpartum depression hit me so hard, and she hasn't been sleeping, and everything just-" "It's okay, it's fine no problem." I smiled, "At least we could give you a couple of minutes," I explained, "Thank you so much for keeping her safe," "It's no problem, you scared him. you made him think he was suddenly a father." I laughed, "Here you go," I smiled taking the baby from thomas and handing her over to her mother, "If you need a hand let us know we are just down the hall," "Thank you so so much," she smiled, "Bye," "Bye," I smiled, "Bye little baby," thomas waves as she heads down the corridor to her own apartment, I shut the door and sighed, "Well that was an event," I chuckled going back to the dishes, for a while it was merely quiet until thomas wrapped his arms around my waist, his head on my shoulder, cuddling me tightly as I did the dishes his hand settling on my stomach, "Can we have a baby?" "You're only asking because you got to hold a cute baby." I laughed, "You wanna do the changing? the vomit? the crying? the screaming? the sleepless nights? and the nine hundred pounds worth of required baby products." "…Good point," He nodded, "Can we get a dog?" "You wanna pick up dog poop? clean up pee on the rug? Have a dog jump in our bed? and stomp on your dick?" "…a cat?" "Litter box? ripped up sofa?" "…A fish?" "You wanna make the space for a fish tank?" "A………Plant?" "You wanna remember to water it? or let it die like that succulent in the bedroom." "Ohh my god the succulent!" "It's fine I loved it to the bathroom window he's fine." "Ohh… good." He nodded, "……. A plush toy," "Yes, thomas we can get a plushie."

[turtleybeachin]

Crying About Season 2 Episode 3

Putting everything under cuts because I don't want to spoil for people who haven't seen it yet.

I CONTINUE TO INSIST MC BE ALLOWED TO ABSOLUTELY ENCOURAGE LEVI'S NERDING OUT. As someone somewhere on the neurodivergent spectrum, I hyperfixate and obsess and nerd out hard on shows and games too. And I know how much it hurts when your friends and family mock you or tune you out or walk away from your excitement. And I know how much it means when they listen and get excited too and even if they don't care or understand they're happy just to see you happy.

And every time in the game when Levi starts getting excited and we're forced to like, not care or shut him down? NO. NO I REFUSE.

Anyway, specifically in this episode, I will admit Simeon's entirely un-subtle escape made me cackle

Followed by Luke's misery crawl after both his dads abandoned him like that

And I was crying with Levi when he looked up from his latest excited ramble to see his room was empty and he'd made all his friends leave (AGAIN, WHICH BREAKS MY HEART THAT THIS IS A COMMON THING FOR HIM)

But I did love to see he of course collected every single Miss Em doll...

Listen I thought Levi wore it best but uhhhh Dia can cosplay as Ruri literally every day if he'd like he's rocking that and looks good as a blond? BUT NO TRULY IT MADE MY HEART SOAR THAT HE BURST BACK IN LIKE HE'S A GOOD FRIEND HE'S SO SOFT TO NOT JUST ABANDON LEVI LIKE THAT--

Barb the way you get dragged into Dia's shit and just roll with it, I love you a lot. And that you did the voice.

Get you friends like the royals.

[altraviolet]

Going off the last few asks, how would you alter MTMTE shockwave not necessarily to fit into TEG, but be more like a character instead of an empty shell? What kind of character development would you give him? How would you make him better?

ah ok so to answer this, which I am probably going to fail to do to be honest, I need to write out some stuff

MTMTE Shockwave was a fine character. he wasn't an empty shell at all: he was a Senator with a face and a color-changing hobby who groomed (?) Optimus Prime in some capacity that I never fully understood. he was vocal about... stuff... against the current regime (pre-war senate), and therefore was horrifically punished with the empurata procedure. his head and hands were removed so that he looked like his G1/usual design.

so, I wanna be clear that MTMTE Shockwave (which you specifically mentioned) is fine. the rest of the stuff IDW did with him was incredibly confusing. I didn't read all those comics, but it was something like: Shockwave traveled back in time and established himself as a god and then ??? and then he was a senator and then he got empurata'd and then he went back in time. also at some point he sent a bunch of magical ores out to different planets. IDW somehow wrote it so that Shockwave was, like, responsible for all of the major milestones of the IDW universe in regards to TF. or something. honestly, like I said, I found it incredibly and unnecessarily confusing

if you happen to know what shockwave did and you feel like replying to this or reblogging with the answer, go ahead, but please know, and I mean this in the kindest way possible, I don't care xD they couldn't make me understand it the first time and it's too late to appreciate it now. again, it is a respectful apathy, lol.

so I'mma re-imagine your question to be "how would you alter IDW shockwave... What kind of character development would you give him? How would you make him better?"

and to that I say... I'm honestly really tired, lol. ok ok I'll try. uh. so, IDW had a specific and (apparently) long-entrenched plan for him. he's a huge part of that universe. entwined with the fabric of its reality. what you're asking for is a very big question: what does Shockwave do? and the answer is like... infinity. there are a ton of things one could do. what would I do? I can't help but take this question very seriously, and that's why I mention the fact that IDW had a big plan for him. how could I have changed him and kept aligned with the canon? is that an important part of what you're asking?

if I'm not making any sense right now, I guess an equivalent would be: this pound of ground beef was made into a burger. what would you have done with it instead? and my answer is 1) I don't eat beef so uhhhh, and 2) are we at McDonalds? are we still adhering to the burger-ness? Or can I make something completely different, like stew? I prefer chicken: can I use that instead?

did that make any sense at all xD

ok ok but let's just say I don't have to fit Shockwave into the larger IDW universe. I can do whatever I want with him

again it's hard for me to answer because Shockwave works in conjunction with other characters. what is Megatron doing? what resources does Shocky have available to him? where is he? are we pre-war?

maybe the faster thing to do is tell you what I wouldn't do: I wouldn't have him time travel back in time and become a god and then ??? and then ??? and then be a senator.

maybe I'd concentrate on the senator aspect. maybe I'd take him in a different direction after the empurata. I think it'd be more fun to explore him with clearly-defined goals after empurata. maybe the empurata wouldn't work perfectly: he'd still care about some things. maybe he'd be himself, but really fucked up, like how in stories when people die and come back, they come back wrong. maybe I'd brave some Shock/OP and make you all cry until your tear ducts burned, with the yearning and the loss and the visceral pain of what Shockwave was forced to endure. Remember me as I was is fucking hardcore.

sorry, I realize this answer is really long and possibly a pain in the ass to read. I have a brain that sees infinity and worldbuilds until it eats itself, so it's hard for me to narrow down an answer for you on the fly. I hope something here was entertaining or interesting, and if you want to narrow down the parameters in a further ask, I can hopefully give a better answer

[gummybugg]

find the word tag!

tagged by @digitalsatyr23 here! havent done this tag in a bit, but i have more writing now so its not so difficult to find new words :'D

rules: find the words in your writing and paste a sample here

my words to find: wrong, find, dream, and cloud

(Wasn't sure if this post warrents a content warning, but it does reference suicidal ideation, dissociation, and kidnapping, so be aware.)

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WRONG

(from my dormant wip the mice come out at night - morgana's pov/diary entry)

I was supposed to have died that day, I found myself thinking. But this thought wasn't out of scorn or hatred for the times I had made since then, it was a matter of fact. I didn't get what I had been promised, yet this time I wasn't so sure what I had expected at the time. Morgana then and now were two cherries separated at the stem. Our concept of what we thought we needed mirrored, the reflection a jarring contrast. "You must have the wrong guy," I found myself saying, cutting through my rampant thoughts. I highly doubted there was anything Vincent could be capable of lying to us about. Even if he decided to tell the others and not me, I was at least 99% certain Juniper would have spilled it by now.

FIND

(from my wip crater city - melony's pov)

Darcy looked down at his hands and the tears that fell into them. "I'm crying." He said, as if baffled by the phenomenon. His voice grew more distant, attempting to fade seamlessly into the background noise. "Look what you've made me do." "Darcy..." I began. "It feels warm and achy. But something is there. It's times like these that make me feel real. Feel human." "Darcy, you are human." "At this moment, I am. In the next few seconds, I won't be anymore. I hate it when emotions fade out of existence..." He sat at my desk with his face buried in his hands. It was customary for when his "mind checked out," as he used to say. "Your emotions don't go away. They're just hiding." He looked up at me with hollow eyes and a slack jaw. But they weren’t hollow because they were empty; they were hollow because they had yet to return. "They're just playing a game of hide and seek.” He grunted in agitated confusion. I sighed, picking up where I left off in the clutter. “Right now, sadness is 'it' and it's having a hard time finding the others. Hmm, I'd wager that anger is hiding in a prickly blackberry bush. Fear isn't always smart, so it's hiding clear-as-day behind a tree. Happiness is relaxing way up high in a tree..." I stood on my toes to prop the last textbook at the top of the shelf. The ridiculous analogy made Darcy chuckle. "It seems it found laughter first," I stuck out my tongue. Darcy came over to help, except my balance was a bit off and the book may have accidentally slipped from my fingers. It knocked him on the head before hitting the floor with a deafening belly flop. Instead of complaining about his head, his eyes lingered on the fallen book for a few extra seconds.

DREAM

Uhhhh none i think

CLOUD

(from my wip crater city - blair's pov)

I slapped the dented trunk of the sedan shut. The trunk was a briefcase from the show Steal or No Steal, and I was the pretty lady in red. But the look on Elijah’s face told me he was not fully convinced that this was the deal of a lifetime. He was starting to get on my nerves. He didn't know how to appreciate an offer of such high demand. It was honestly insulting. However, my TV show escapade was short-lived once I realized that he wasn’t going to let up. He was really upset, wasn't he? I could see it in his vacant stare: his soul had left his body. He took a step back, hands hovering cluelessly at his sides. “Uh, Elijah? What’s wrong, man?” I leaned against the creaky trunk, which snapped further shut, almost forfeiting my balance. It really needed more bungee cords, come to think if it. “This…this isn’t even one of the guys that harassed me.” “Come again?” Elijah was such a joker. “Blair…” The abstraction of my friend clutched my shoulders, causing the damp fabric to press into my skin. His hollow eyes sat constricted in their sockets, white about to burst in urgency. “It’s just some guy with green hair…” “Yeah, and…?” I raised a brow. Of course, he had green hair. What was he going on about? I saw a man with the same colored hair as one of the guys Elijah described, then I…wait, where did I even find this guy? I don’t even remember his face. And it would really be embarrassing to double-check by popping open the trunk. Had I really…? I searched the swirling green clouds for an answer. Then Elijah called my name and my wandering eyes found their way back to his.

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gently tagging @asterhaze @ditzybitzyspider @forthesanityofsome @frostedlemonwriter @new-royston-cursebreakers and anyone else

rules: find the words in your writing and paste a sample here

your words to find: pull, back, away, and whenever

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crater city mayhem taglist (dm to be added/removed): @writeouswriter @lyra-brie @digitalsatyr23 @talesfromtheunknowable

[sexynetra]

7. What’s the last thing you read that made you cry? | 15. Post the last line you wrote without context. | 19. What’s your favorite character headcanon? | 20. Do you have a favorite fanfic or author? If so, tag them/post a link and share the love!

Putting the questions in the ask oh there is a special spot for you in heaven

7. Honestly I cry if the wind blows the wrong way 😭 are we talking like real stories or like anything cause I looked up the translation of a song and cried at that lmfao. Also I’ve been reading scholarly articles about the history and culture of gay men’s choruses for class and that stuff always makes me cry 😂 anyways fanfic/book-wise it was probably that grandekofi hanahaki fic that I think Juno wrote!

15. “Anetra threw herself face-down onto her bed as soon as she was sure Marcia’s attention was diverted, groaning into the pillow.” OR “Dame blew Kam a kiss when Kam looked back. All she got in response was a dramatic eye roll.” (I’m working on multiple fics at once and I don’t remember which one I wrote last)

19. FAVORITE? That’s hard I don’t know if I have a favorite they’re all so story and situation dépendant 😭 I mean of course there’s my dame is a bottom one that I believe in my heart of hearts, my Anetra has clinical anxiety in everything I write one, my every character is a lesbian because I don’t have a powerful enough imagination to be able to write someone being attracted to men 😭 uhhhh I like my Anetra is scared of flying one that I work into a lot of stories. I have one I’m fleshing out about Dame being a closet nerd.

20. Favorite is such a loaded question I love everyone and I have a crippling fear of making people feel rejected!!!!! So I will once again say the fics that inspired me to write fanfic via the nicknames I’ve given them :) desert lesbians by @ziggyzaggystardust and of course, the one I keep screaming about and will not be stopping thank you very much, bodyguard au by ???? Someone???? Please tell me if you wrote this or if you know who wrote it I want to scream about it to you so bad (and once again go read rawnsyf to spite the twitter haters and support useless college lesbians)

[sillyfairygarden]

ehhhhhh i don’t actually know where or when a manga is considered shoujo so im just dropping the manga i read- though i gotta say for the most part im a very simple guy ehe. lotta um. mainstream stuff . i think

jujitsu kaisen: i dont actually have much of a reason 4 this one i just miss my favourite characters and want them back please wheres nobara give her back to me please

dungeon meshi: top ten manga of all time i love when ppl r monster hunting and also when there is very pretty and yummy looking food

witch hat atelier: :] i also like witches

the promised neverland: its a suspenseful horror and screwed up and i liked it. kids against a world that doesnt want them alive, yk?

houseki no kuni/land of the lustrous: tragedy manga, made me cry hard one time, has an interesting ship of theseus thing going on

those are the main ones i think? i honestly cant remember any others i like/read as often as these ones… ehe

FOUND THIS IN MY ASKS!!! cant believe i didnt answer smh my whole head

i read jjk up to the shibuya arc uhhhh love maki and nobara they were so epic.

dungeon meshi! ive heard a lot of good things abt that one and had a few friends try and bully me into reading it

WITCHHAT ATELIER AAAHHH its so good

promised neverland and hnk are both ones ive seen really beautiful art of! i dont really know the premise but they seem fascinating

my non-shoujo recommendations are d.gray man (READ IT) and trinity blood.... two of my favs

[pancake-breakfast]

Well, it's a good thing I tried to get ahead earlier in the week because it took this long for me to get to the last part.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 4, Chapters 6-7 below.

Chapter 6: The Bystanders

Falling ships and giant worms. Looks like we're off to a great start here.

Ok, I really hope we get a worms-eye view of The Fall in Stampede. I'm not gonna hold my breath given that they've kinda already covered it and they just don't have a ton of episodes to work with, but I love love love the idea that we get this backstory from the perspective of the planet's native, sentient, and very inhuman inhabitants.

You know what, Zazie? I dunno what this face is supposed to be, either.

Ah, the Japanese inclination to apologize for everything.

Oh, gods. Nightow's gonna intersperse this backstory with the boys fighting, isn't he? *SIGH* I wouldn't normally complain, but Nightow's fights are, far more often than not, hard enough to follow to begin with.

For as twisted as his body is, Hoppered's hands look very normal. I don't know what I was expecting.

Ohhh, Hoppered's beef is about July. Shoot, I saw someone make a comment about one of the cops in Stampede during July, and now that makes sense. Like, at the very least, that cop's line was a callback to this scene.

Ah, the innate trouble with translating the two-syllable Japanese "待って" (ma'tay) to the monosyllabic English word "wait." Personally, I would have gone with "W-- Wait!" but I'm not the one doing translations here.

Vash is denying it because he can't imagine wanting to destroy a city, but Hoppered is right; he just doesn't know.

Is... is Hoppered crying?

Eyyyy, old-school Hoppered! Looks like he was a bit of an odd one even before he joined up with the Gung-Ho Guns.

Ah, there's that term "independent." But the way Zazie's presenting it is making me think about it in whole new ways. Stampede brought it up in a way that made me think of them as having a freedom other Plants don't, but this interpretation has me thinking of the innate alone-ness of both Vash and Knives, what that means to them, how they deal with it and how they make it a part of their being. Knives revels in it and lets it feed his sense of superiority (much to Legato's dismay, I'm sure). Meanwhile, Vash... I wouldn't say he resents it, but he finds it very lonely, and it doesn't make him feel superior so much as it makes him feel very Other.

And here's the first place we have it straight-up said that they're Plants.

Ah, so the Bystanders referred to in this chapter title are Vash and Knives. I thought it might end up being the worms. But hey, no reason the title can't work both ways.

And then ANGEL ARM?!?! Ohhhh, Zazie's story's being interwoven with Hoppered's. This is July. How was I supposed to know that without metagame knowledge??

Ok, this panel is great, 'cause it was only a few pages back that Zazie noted they have the innate ability to sense others' emotions. It just adds a level of intimidation on the whole thing.

Hahahaha, Midvalley. I guess I shouldn't laugh at his suffering, but he tried to kill Wolfwood, so eh.

There's something innately ridiculous with him being like, "Time to pull out the BIG GUNS!!!" and then immediately being like, "Aw, man! My instrument's busted or something...."

"He's almost too pathetic to kill at this point." Rude.

Black-suited moron? Wolfwood?

Yeah, it's Wolfwood.

Milly to the rescue! Again!

LOL, he's doing better than he looks.

But not as good as he thinks he's doing.

The Adventures of Big Girl and Short Woman by Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Uhhhh, who's the person with the light?

Hahahaha, Zazie looks sooooo unimpressed with Midvalley right now.

Zazie has a point, but I think he's preaching to the choir here.

Where tf did Midvalley get alcohol from all of a sudden? Also, is the alcohol called "Drifter"? If so, that's kinda cool. Something something meaningful names for alcohol in this series.

Oop, Zazie's worm sense is tingling!

Chapter 7: Hopeless Sinner

CW: Suicidal ideation

Oh, Vash. This look has me really worried for you.

"Sinner" is generally the word Knives uses for humans in this series. I wonder, though, if it might be being used to apply to Vash here.

Ohhh, babygirl looks soooo troubled. And then looking up and seeing the hole in the moon.... That's not gonna improve his mood.

Ah. He remembers. And... you know... in this shot, he looks amazingly like Knives.

Heh. Hoppered just... sort of peering over him. Like he's checking on his wellbeing. It's the opposite, but the casualness of it is deceptively calm.

I'm... honestly not quite sure what Hoppered did to silence Vash here. Slap him, I guess?

Ooooof. Vash just straight up embraces the killing urge inside him. He looks it straight in the face and says, "Yeah. This is a part of me." But in the same breath he rejects it, says it's not something he wants because he doesn't want to go down that path. He doesn't want it so bad he'd take his own life to keep it from taking over.

Gods, he's sooooo sad. Even Hoppered feels bad for him.

Hoppered still wants him dead, and still wants to die, as well. TBH, this feels more like he empathizes with Vash to some degree. Something something double suicide.

Uhhhhh, sudden light??

Yeah, I dunno what happened here, either. Vash got knocked somewhere?

*sigh* Wheeeerrrrre does Wolfwood think he's going???

Did... he just gut-punch Milly????

Yes. Yes, he did.

He deserves booing. But I love how he just... caves. I bet he didn't really want to leave and was only gonna do so to get Milly out of there. But Milly didn't want to go peacefully and so here we are.

I really feel like Midvalley should get a strap for his sax. It seems like that would be useful. And this series can't have too many straps, belts, etc.

If five seconds is all it takes, why isn't Vash dead yet? Hmmmmm???

Uhhhhh, what's with this crazy airship??

Ohhhhh, shit. I have enough spoilers to know who that is.

This chair, though. It looks like a musical instrument.

Author Bonus Chapter

I have no idea what Nightow is rambling about here with this Barbarian Bonehead All-Stars nonsense.

Ohhh, so this isn't Kuroneko. This is Nya-Kun. My bad, I got them confused.

"My emotions are overflowing into rambling!!!" Hahahahahaha, I know we all do this from time to time, but it just feels very Nightow.

Ohhhh, something got lost in translation here. I've watched enough Attack on Titan to know that apparently Nightow replaced a word here with the pronunciation for "heart," but there's no corelary on the page.

I had heard about Nightow's love of action figures.

"They gather at the ocean with pleasant feeling." This sounds like something that was translated too literally from Japan. The phrase doesn't quite work in English.

"The meaning of their name in Japanese is 'omocha buzoku.'" This tells me nothing about the meaning of their name in Japanese. I am very confused.

Ah, he addressed the difference in the planet name from the manga to the anime. Sort of.

Haaaahahahahaha, ok, Story Time. A couple weeks ago I was at Anime Expo with @sweetpotoooooooos, and she went to a panel by Studio Bones (one of the old-timers as studios go) on one of the days when I couldn't attend. She said that during the panel, Bones mentioned that when they first got word of just how popular Fullmetal Alchemist (the original) was in the U.S., they thought they were being lied to. The numbers seemed too high. (As someone who was into anime at that time, I can verify that four of their five titles preceding FMA were talked about in the community, but only Wolf's Rain actually aired on Adult Swim where it could reach a broad audience... and... well, let's just say Wolf's Rain is not as good as FMA. (It does have an excellent Yoko Kanno soundtrack, though.)) FMA was first broadcast on Adult Swim in 2004. Trigun was first broadcast on Adult Swim in '03. The idea that anything anime would be popular enough to warrant action figures in the West would have absolutely been mind-blowing to any mangaka, and much more so one as in love with figures as Nightow.

Mata nee, minna-san!

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10 || Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6 || Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Volume 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Volume 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5

[yanderepuck]

KAAAAAAAAAAAAAT *hug*

:3

No you do not see me here procrastinating my Culminative assignment worth some large percentage! XD

Hihi! Can't write my academic stuff rn and got pretty vampires on the brain so I was hoping you'd let me talk about it until my academic mind comes back from whatever vacation it took!

What's a quality of a character that immediately bonds you with them? Like...what makes you love them? If you don't mind me asking!

I'm just thinking about how I fell so hard for Arthur...XD

Like for me it was kinda like "Arthur has a heart of gold he's my husband now this is happening"

What's something that bonded you with your guys? If you're cool with me asking that!

and what's something you'd want to do around town if you were in ikevamp?

And what do you think makes a good pureblood?

Do you have favorite tropes in fanfics? I'm curious, sorry if you answered that already I have the memory of a goldfish rn...

If Will and Charles proposed to you, how would you imagine thoes rings to look? I actually bought a ring from walmart of all places (I don't have the luxury of going to a jewelry shop to get one made!) that just had a very Arthur feel in my opinion! I wear it when I need some support throughout the day!

What things do Will and Charles do to cheer you up when you're sad?

I'll stop bothering you! Sorry :)

I just needed a bit of joy

I'm procrastinating on so much too ._.

For some reason I really love a clingy character. Idk if it's bc I'm clingy myself. Which is probably why I LOVE Charles. He's so clingy and I want to be clingy back. And we'd just constantly hold hands and cry when we have to let go for even a moment.

Something about them being a lil crazy is hot too. I can't really explain that one....

If I was there I'd mainly want to go sight seeing. The thing is.. idk ANY French so I'd be struggling the whole time. But I'd also be really excited about the fashion bc I love wearing corsets. And I'd 100% let Comte buy me anything I wanted.

I don't really have any favorite tropes???? I really only write and read smut???? But I do love silly little aus. With ikevamp I really love modern aus.

As for a ring...uhhhh...I'm not really a jewelry person...I've never worn rings...so I've never thought about it.. I hate diamonds..they actually aren't worth anything and I'd rather have something with color...maybe an opal..but I would rather have a necklace over anything.

HONESTLY ALL THEY HAVE TO DO IS CUDDLE ME AND LET ME SLEEP ON THEM AND ID BE SO HAPPY. IM SO CLINGY. I NEED PHYSICAL TOUCH. PLAY WITH MY HAIR AND RUB MY BACK. THATS ALL I WANT

Also....DONT THINK YOU ARE EVER BOTHERING ME. I LOVE YOU DUMMY

Also forgot the pureblood one. Uhhhhh not Vlad

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Sick Babefriend Kills Sick Clara(My AU) (Preview of upcoming story)

*Warning: Mentions of sexual abuse, Blood, Rape and foul language, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*

Sick Babefriend punched Sick Clara which made her fall to the ground.

Sick Clara: Ow! What the hell?! You just punched my eye!😡

Sick Babefriend: ….Tell me…

Sick Clara: Huh?

Sick Babefriend: Tell me the truth, did you or did you not sexually assaulted my twin brother?

Sick Clara started to get nervous once she realized that Sick Babefriend found out what she did.

Sick Clara: Uhhhh

Sick Babefriend: I asked you a question….DID YOU RAPE MY TWIN BROTHER OR NOT?! 😡

Sick Clara:….

Sick Babefriend: ANSWER THE MOTHER-FUCKING QUESTION!!!!!😡

Sick Clara: N-N-No….😰

Sick Babefriend: Oh really? Then how come my brother told me you broke into our house and raped him?! Huh?!

Sick Clara: *mind* That little....😡

Sick Babefriend: ANSWER ME YOU DAMN BITCH! *punched Sick Clara in the eye again but very hard for blood to come out*😡

Sick Clara: Ow! OKAY OKAY, I DID RAPE YOUR TWIN, THERE I SAID IT!!!!😫

Sick Babefriend:....Why?.....Why would you rape my twin?😡

Sick Clara: I'm not telling y-

Sick Babefriend grabbed Sick Clara by the collar with a furious face.

Sick Babefriend: TELL ME NOW BEFORE I BEAT YOU UP BRUTALLY!!!!!😡

Sick Clara looked at Sick Babefriend, it looked like Sick Babefriend was not joking at all, she wasn't playing around.

Sick Clara: OKAY OKAY! THE REASON WHY I RAPE YOUR TWIN WAS BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE WAS YOU! I THOUGHT IF I HAD SEX WITH YOU, YOU WOULD LIKE ME! PLUS IT WASN"T MY IDEA TO RAPE YOUR BROTHER!

Sick Babefriend: Then who's idea was it?! TELL ME!

Sick Clara: It was....it was....

Sick Babefriend: YOU BETTER NOT LIE TO ME, LOOK AT MY FACE, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M JOKING?!

Sick Clara: N-No....

Sick Babefriend: THEN TELL ME!!!!!

Sick Clara: It was both mine and Lila sky's idea, She wanted Sick Boyfriend to pay for stealing her boyfriend away from her! And I wanted to get you back for rejecting me and embarrassing me in front of the entire school! 😡

Sick Babefriend: How could you! You know how tramatized Sick Boyfriend was when you put your fiflthy hands on him?! He had a phobia of sexual abuse and you just did that!

Sick Clara: Pfft.....don't be so dramatic, it's not like I actually killed him or anything....You act like it's a big deal.

Sick Babefriend: IT IS A BIG DEAL YOU IDIOT!!!!!

Sick Clara: Oh shut up, you know none of this would've happened if you haven't rejected me in the first place!

Sick Babefriend: Are you seriously blame me for you raping my brother?! You just did a crime, and you don't even regret it!

Sick Clara: Hehehehe....You're right. I don't regret it, the way he was crying when I was forcing myself inside him was very satisfying to me. And I would do it again if I have to.

Sick Babefriend had reached her breaking point as the color of her heart necklace turned bloody red.

Sick Babefriend: What....did you just say?.....

Sick Clara: I said I don't regret i-

Sick Babefriend: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *taggled Sick Clara and started beating her up*

Sick Clara was struggling to move Sick Babefriend off of her, it turns out Sick Babefriend was too heavy for Sick Clara to get off.

Sick Babefriend: YOU STUPID DISGUSTING BITCH! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT YOU DON'T REGRET IT?! ARE YOU A PEDOFILE?! MY TWIN IS 20 and YOUR 35!

Sick Clara: Ow! Would you quit beating me up?! You're just mad that I was able to fuck someone who looks like you! And to be honest with you, You and your brother are such sluts! In fact, your whole family are a bunch of sluts! Including your little sis-😈

Sick Babefriend: SHUT THE FUCK UP! *punched Sick Clara in the throat* 😡

Sick Clara was coughing blood.

Sick Babefriend: You've crossed the line, first you raped my brother and made fun of me my whole life, then you disrespected me and insulted me and my brother and now You're insulting my family and DARED CALL MY LITTLE SISTER A SLUT?! 😡

Sick Clara: Y-Yeah and I don't care, there's nothing you can do about it.😒

Sick Babefriend: THAT'S IT! YOU KNOW WHAT?! I'M GONNA DO SOMETHING I SHOULD'VE DONE A LONG TIME AGO! 😡

Sick Babefriend got up and grabbed one of the medium speakers from the closet.

Sick Clara: W-Woah....wha....What are you doing with that speaker?! 😰

Sick Babefriend: Since you think making fun of me and my family seems fun to you and you don't regret raping my twin, I'm going to do something very harm to you!

Sick Clara saw Sick Babefriend was raising the giant speaker up to point at her, Sick Clara realized what Sick Babefriend was gonna use the speaker for.....

Sick Clara: W-Wait, You're joking right? You're gonna kill me with a speaker?!

Sick Babefriend: Does it look like i'm joking?! I'm gonna make sure you never see the light of day again!

Sick Clara: Wait, please i'm sorry! I'm sorry for raping your twin brother twice I didn't mean to!

Sick Babefriend: So....this wasn't the first time....you did this?!

Sick Clara: *mind* Oh crap! I fucked up!

Sick Babefriend: YOU GODDAMN WHORE! YOU RAPED MY TWIN BROTHER FOR THE FIRST TIME?! NO WONDER HE CAME TO ME CRYING HIS EYES OUT AND MADE MOM HOMESCHOOL HIM FOR A YEAR! THIS WASN"T THE FIRST TIME YOU DID THIS! YOU'RE SICK! I'M KILLING YOU RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!

Sick Clara: *scared and about to cry* PLEASE I'M SORRY, I PROMISE I WON'T DO IT AGAIN! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!

Sick Babefriend: Any last words?.....

Sick Clara: If you kill me, I will come back and I will kill you and your brother in your sleep! Just you wait!

Sick Babefriend: Well in that case *raises the speaker higher and uses her power so she can make her strength harder* .....DIE YOU DIRTY PEDOFILE!

Sick Babefriend started to brutally beat Sick Clara with a medium speaker a bunch of times, Blood was splattering all over the walls as Sick Babefriend was beating Sick Clara. Sick Clara was screaming for help but no one showed up for her rescue because there was no one but those two in the music room. Sick Babefriend kept hitting her and hitting her and hitting her, without stopping.

Two mniutes later......

Sick Babefriend finally stopped. She looked at herself, she was covered in head to toe in blood.

She looked at the broken speaker and then Sick Clara's dead body. She was happy that Sick Clara was gone but she was guilty that she just committed a murder but at the same time, she didn't regret it.

Sick Clara looked flat, she looked like a huge heavy concrete block that had landed on her and she looked shit-faced.

*I'm not making the image of what Sick Clara looked like dead and got brutally beaten by the big speaker*

Sick Babefriend: I-I can't believe it....

Sick Babefriend looked at her bloody hand as she was smiling thinking what it feels like to kill someone you hate.

Sick Babefriend snapped out of it and was shocked to see the dead body, the broken speaker and the blood everywhere.

Sick Babefriend: Oh god....I just killed Sick Clara......And I never felt so good about it! Although, I should get rid of the body and clean myself and this place up!

Sick Babefriend grabbed Sick Clara's leg and dragged her to the yield, so she can burn the body. She then got back into the music room, grabbed some cleaning supplies and some bleach to clean off the blood. She then went to locker rooms to wash off the blood. She then changed into her extra clothes and then went to the security office to erase the footage off of the cameras. She then fled the scene and pretend nothing happened.

Sick Babefriend:*mind* Phew! Thank god no body saw me. I'm just gonna pretend nothing happened. I know Killing people was wrong of me but some of those people were bad and they hurt my twin. I won't let them. I won't.....

The end.

[randomhuman45]

Dannymay 2022- Day 15 Ghost Biology

"Mom! Dad! Jazz is here!" Danny shouted from the top of the basement stairs down to his parents' lab.

They had been really invested in their latest 'subject' for the past 3 days. Danny didn't know what 'subject' meant, but his parents had been spending more time in the basement since. When he told Jazz over video call she told him not to worry, but it was kinda hard not to as the only kid in the house.

He would go over to Sam or Tuckers' place to get his mind off of it but Sam's parents had been more adamant on her surrounding herself with a more 'appropriate' crowd and Tucker was working on a new coding project and he felt like more of a nuisance than anything else since he couldn't exactly grasp everything Tucker would tell him about it

Which lead to him asking Jazz to come over for her 3 day weekend and him trying to get his parents out of the lab for once.

"Danny boy! Come down here, you'll want to see this!" His father shouted back.

"I'm good, you can tell me and Jazz over lunch. Jazz brought over Chinese!" Danny really didn't want another ecto-weapon targeting him again.

"Okay, let us just tie up a few things here and we'll be up there in a couple of minutes." His mother offered.

"Alright!" Danny called back before returning to his sister in the kitchen.

"So they'll come out?" Jazz asked hopeful.

"Yeah, they just gotta finish a few things. I think Dad will talk about it finally."

"How do you feel about that?"

"I-I don't know." Danny stammered out. Jazz waited patiently for him to continue. That was one thing he could always count on his older sister for. She would always be an open nonjudgmental ear for him to voice his thoughts and feelings to, and if he ever needed support or advice she'd always try her best. "I mean I want to know, you know the fear of what it is and my imagination just goes crazy which leads to more of, uhhhh, what did you call it?"

"Anxiety. And it's normal to question and worry about it."

"Yeah, but. But what if it's better I never knew, like something I feel like I would have been better off never knowing?"

"That can definitely be difficult. What do you think about knowing?"

"Well if I know then at least I won't be questioning all the time and if it's a new weapon maybe I can work on figuring out a way around it. You know, like prepare and look out for it rather than just in the moment get hit with something I have no control over and don't know if it's gonna make me loose or gain a head."

"And if they don't tell you? What do you think about that?"

"I mean just what if it's worse than what I can come up with. But then I'll just keep questioning it until they shoot me with it or I'm torn apart molecule by molecule tied down on the lab table. Trust me I've been on Vlad's plenty of times and it's not a pleasant experience. Uggg, I'm gonna have to ask them huh?"

"If that's what you think is best."

"Oh Jazzy pants! It's great to see you!" Jack yelled out arm open wide for a hug that Jazz returned.

"Hi dad, hey Mom. Nice to everyone again. Long time no see!"

"Oh Jazz you must tell us about how school has been!"

They all ate together and caught up with Jazz. It was going great and Danny started to relax until a ear piercing scream reached their ears.

Maddie and Jack shot up and ran into the lab as Danny followed.

"Oh I guess the tranquilizer must have worn off. We must have gotten too caught up with the kids." Maddie said while quickly filling up a needle with some kind of liquid.

Danny looked past his panicking parents and saw the box ghost struggling against ghost restraints on a lab table crying out in fear. His chest was cut open in the all too familiar Y shape and skin hooked so that anyone could look into him. The box ghost made eye contact with Danny right as his mother stuck a full needle into him so that his head banged down on the table.

"What are you guys doing?" Danny finally shook out. Is this what his parent's new 'subject' was?

"Oh! This is our new subject!" At least that answered one question. "We finally caught a large enough ghost to dissect to learn more about their biology!"His father beamed with a large smile as if he didn't have a kidnapped and cut open being on the table beside him tied down and drugged incapable of fighting back.

"Yes, come here Danny!" His mother chirped as she dragged her son to the table to show him the inners of his friend? Enemy? Acquaintance?

Danny didn't know what he and the box ghost were to each other, but no matter what they were it didn't justify this.

"Now look, he has lungs which would make you think that he needs to breathe, but if you look at these tests we conducted you'll see they are no where close to as complex as human lungs. You see they may not need to breathe but they still need some replica of lungs to take in air in order to speak. And if you look at this," Maddie continued on pointing out different organs that were different than or replicated humans.

Danny didn't know what to say. His parents were treating the box ghosts as if he was just some fake frog model like what Sam demanded Casper to use rather than a 'living' creature ghost. He didn't know how to describe it other than wrong.

Later that night he snuck into the lab, patched the box ghost up and took him to the lunch ghost so she could hopefully watch over him until he woke up. He knew in one timeline they got together so hopefully they're on good terms.

A part of him was grateful to learn of his parents 'subject' so he could help the box ghost, but he really wished he didn't know so much about the insides of his ghostly enemies.

If he got a solid A- in biology after his mother had run through the differences in functions and aspects of human organs and the box ghost's, he wouldn't complain. He wouldn't complain about the restless nights where everytime he closed his eyes he feared the next time they opened he would be crying out for help on his parent's lab table as they taught him in a sweet sultry voice what each organ was and how it worked.

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@drheartstealer hope you enjoy I'm not that exprienced.

MDNI

Breeze

There was a soft breeze in the air that tingled your skin. The breeze felt like a cold water with no wetness, yet soft as the boiling water of a fountain.

-It feels so good.

Rocinante looked at you with questioning eyes.

-Thank you? I feel like you're not talking baout my hand job.

You looked at him with one eye open and a wide grin.

-Your handjob makes me see the world sparkl- shit I'm cumming!

You started panting and moaning in his hands. He held you in his big hands and on his thighs. You put your head on his strong chest. The feeling of his hands around yoir cock traveled through your balls and hit the prostate, and from there, to your thighs and stomach. Your small moans warmed his chest, and as the air escaping your mouth with steam in every sigh hit his nipples, he started moaning too.

-I love your moans. They're so beautiful.

You said to him as you cupped his chin. He smiled. His smile was so cute that made you wanna cry. You wanted this man to be happy, to be free, and you wnated to be there, alongside with him.

-U- uhhhh I- I'm cumming Roci...

-Cum on my hand y/n.

You rest your whole body in his arms and relaxed. The feeling of your prostate breaking and releasing liquid into your balls and cock made you arch back and moan from the bottom of your lung.

You felt Roci's cock getting harder under you. Your moans made him go. You smiled.

-I want that cock in my mouth. I want you to cum inside my stomach.

You said as you eagerly opened his zipper. He laid back and grinned.

-Does my cock look so appetizing to you?

-The most appetizing babe.

He cupped ypur facewith his four fingers abd put his thumb inside your mouth. You sucked his finger like a lollipop. You could've feel your cock getting warmer again.

He took his finger out of your mouth. You looked at his dick bulge under his boxers. The smell, the warmth of him close to your face....you clawd both his inner thighs and gabe him a little shock. You got your face closer to his dick, and breathed on it. You felt him twitching. Without moving your body, you faced up and opened ypur mouth by sticking your tongue out.

-spit in my mouth.

He blushed a little. You felt so dirty for him and you loved it. He spat in your mouth a few times till you were satisfied.

Finally, you licked him. He moaned a little. Ypu took his dick out of hus boxer and put it all in your mouth in one move.

-Ahhh! Y/n I'm gonna either cum or get overstimulated!

You didn't listen. You started deep throating him sloppy style. He got harder but he seemed to be going a little numb. Good. That was your plan. You continued sucking till he started moaning again.

-You got your sensation back?

-yeah... Why did you stop?

-Because I wanna fuck now.

You threw yoirself on him and looked at him from below his chin.

-Please? Will you fuck my ass?

He blushed even more than before, but he was very horny. He grabbed both your arms and put you on your four, with your back to him. You felt him starting to massage your hole a little.

-Ahhh. Roci... I'm ready...

He nodded. He pushed his dick close to yoir entrance. You held your breath. It hurt a little till he managed to put his tip in, but after that,

-y/n your ass is so wet!

-It's all for you love!

He went on steady in. Before you realize it, he was all inside you. You started moaning again.

-Can I move y/n?

-Drill me you lovely bitch!

He suddenly started pumping you hard and deep. You screamed from pleasure. He hit your prostate so many times that it felt like yoi were on the clouds. He grabbed your hair from behind and pulled, than he leaned in for a kiss to your neck and held you with one arm.

-Roci... This is too much... I'm cumming again... Roci!

You felt cum spraying ftom your dick and in your ass. You let go of all the pressure at once and fell on Roci's arm. Than you felt another liquid mingling with your own cum im your ass. As the hot cum ran through you, you felt another wave of pleasure goimg through every part of your body.

-R... Roci...

He sighed in your neck and kissed it one more time, and than he put you down, clasping beside you.

-y/n. Did you like it?

-I... I loved it! You fucked my brains out you basterd and you ask me did yoi like that?

He laughed. You laughed with him. You crassed his chest and hair. You could've feel it, the breeze, once more. The air was still this time, that was just, love.