#not to mention writing and drawing again!...

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[🍩] soft!dom!rafe x breeding kink x corruption kink😜😜 with hella dirty talk😫

warnings: bambi!reader, innocent!reader, established relationship, making out, heavy petting, pussy slapping, oral (f. receiving), rafe is messyyyyy lol, unprotected sex, rough sex, crying, blood (very little, it’s from a bite lol), breeding, multiple orgasms, rafe slaps you just once, corruption kink, lots of dirty talk, first time, loss of virginity, fingering, finger sucking, hair pulling, slapping, soft aftercare, brief mentions of having kids

a/n: i think i got really carried away with this but breeding kink with bambi was something i wanted to write but was unsure of how to start it lol so thank you so much for this request 🤍

rafe was in heaven right now and he wasn’t even inside of you yet. he kissed you gently, the feeling of your fingers stroking his face while he caged you between his arms was everything he didn’t know he needed. “you show up in this pretty little dress of yours, did you have this planned?” you gasped when you felt his hand snake under the soft material of your dress, his touch skimming over the waistband of your underwear. “no. ‘just wanted to look pretty for you..” you whispered, those doe eyes of yours beaming up at the man on top of you. “you do. you look perfect.” rafe sighed.

slipping his tongue in your mouth, your eyebrows drew together as you couldn’t help but move your hips against the thigh he had between your legs. rafe looked down, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you rut against him. “does that feel good?” he hiked your dress up, wanting a better view of your clothed cunt. you hummed, your skin flushing as rafe concentrated on the way you moved underneath him. hands roaming your body, there wasn’t an inch of you that went untouched. slipping your dress off, rafe marveled at the sight of your bare chest.

despite you two being together for a while, the furthest you two had ever gotten was making out and a little groping here and there, but that was it. rafe had no problem waiting until you were ready to go there. you shivered, the chilly air of rafe’s room making your nipples harden right before his eyes. “fuck, bambi..” he cupped one of your tits, a whimper leaving your lips when he leaned down and took the other in his mouth. “are you okay if i do this?” you glanced down at his hand moving your underwear to the side. meeting his eyes, you nodded. “please.”

rafe watched your face morph into one of full blown pleasure when he gathered the wetness at your entrance and glided the tips of his fingers to your clit. “you’re soaked.” he laughed, making you turn your head away from him out of shyness. grabbing your chin, rafe squeezed your cheeks together and forced you to look at him as his fingers started working your sensitive bundle of nerves. you were instantly trying to draw away from his digits, the motions being far too much for you at once. “shhh, don’t run from it,” he licked a stripe up the column of your throat, “let me watch you.” he smiled teasingly.

you smiled back, only for it to be wiped from your face when he slapped your folds, the sensation making you jolt. despite it stinging for a quick second, you started chasing his hand for more. “you want another one?” he slapped you again, this time making your thighs shake, “my little whore likes that, huh?” you were surprised at the name calling, but even more suprised when you found out you liked it. “talk to me, baby. tell me what you want..” his lips ghosted over yours. rafe had gotten you so wet, you could hear your slick with each stroke of his fingers. “wanna go all the way with you, ray..”

rafe swore he could hear the angels singing. he’s been waiting, anticipating for this day to come. “yeah?” he kissed you, slotting himself between your thighs before pulling away from your cunt. “yes. ‘want you so bad!” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist. you watched him pop his fingers in his mouth, sucking the remnants of you off of his digits. oh, god. pulling him close, you kissed him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. taking your underwears off in one swift movement, you palmed rafe in his shorts, your eyes widening when you felt how large he was in your hand.

“you’ll be fine, baby. i’m gonna take such good care of you..” in rafe’s mind, you had already did this before, but the look on your face was starting to make him think otherwise. his suspicions were confirmed when you looked up at him with watery eyes. “is it going to hurt?” you whimpered, his erection resting heavily on your tummy. rafe studied you for a moment. “you’ve never had sex before?” you shook your head, biting your lip nervously. rafe felt so wrong for being so turned on at the revelation. “have you ever touched yourself?” rafe was on the brink of losing his mind. “no..”

that was it. this man was going to ruin you. “i’m sorry, it’s embarrassing.” you pouted, looking away from him. embarrassing? rafe felt like he could cum right then and there. “that’s not embarrassing at all, baby.” he reassured you, moving away any stray hairs you might’ve had in your face. “you know what that means? that means i get to turn you into my own personal little slut.” his words made butterflies flutter in your stomach. rafe unbuckled his belt, his shorts and boxers now long forgotten. despite being horny out of his mind, rafe still checked to make sure you were okay.

“are you sure about this, bambi?” you watched as he snaked down your body, hooking your thighs to his shoulders. a shaky breath left your lips, your hands intertwining with his as he pressed kisses to your flesh. “yes, i want you-” you were cut off by rafe’s tongue delving into your sweetness. your back arched off of his mattress, your thighs threatening to snap around his head. the only word you could use to describe the noises in rafe’s room was lewd. the slurping, grunting, moaning, it was all hitting you at once that this was actually happening.

rafe was so hard already, his own fist wrapped around his cock as he sloppily lapped at your soaked pussy. he couldn’t get enough. instinctively, you couldn’t help your hips from grinding against his face, your boyfriend doing everything to make you tremble and shake in pure bliss. you freed one of your hands from his grip and trailed it up your chest, squeezing your tit while rafe groaned at the sight. “i haven’t even put any fingers in you, baby, you’re going to be a mess by the time i actually fuck you.” you cried out when he sucked your clit, his middle finger prodding at your entrance.

gasping at the intrusion, rafe shushed you as you whimpered at the unfamiliar stretch. “how are we doing, sweetheart?” he looked up at you, cursing under his breath. you were so fucking tight, he could only imagine how you’d feel wrapped around his cock. “..hurts a little.” you took a breath, moaning when he curled his digit. “it’ll feel good soon, i promise baby. ‘gonna make you cum so fucking much.” he continued working on your clit, the added stimulation making your eyes screw shut. rafe waited until you were gasping his name before entering a second finger.

you practically screamed, your hands shooting down to dig your nails into his skin. “rafe, i think i’m!-” you froze, your eyes rolling back as you felt a wave of euphoria wash over you. it was unlike anything you had ever felt before. suddenly you couldn’t breathe, your mouth falling open in a silent moan before your legs started to shake. rafe knew you were cumming and it only made him go rougher on you, wanting your first orgasm to be unforgettable. inserting a third finger, your eyes shot open as you thrashed against his sheets, your body trying to retract from him.

“r-rafe, s’too much! i can’t!” your words came out choppy with each breath you tried to take, your boyfriend eventually bringing you down from your high. you had tears rolling down your cheeks, your entire body feeling like jelly as rafe came up from between your thighs. the lower half of his face, and even the tip of his nose, was glistening with your slick. rafe had given you a taste of something you soon felt like you couldn’t get enough of. rafe grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing you to look down where he lined his cock up with your entrance.

you met each other’s eyes, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding, before he slammed into you, both of you having two different reactions. while rafe doubled over, absolutely enthralled by how tight you were, you were crying, your nails leaving crescents in rafe’s side. you were only able to take half of his length, but rafe was determined to give you the whole thing by the time he was done. while the feeling wasn’t exactly painful, you just felt so full. rafe took your lips in a searing kiss, pulling out before thrusting into you again. “you feel so fucking good, you know that?” he praised you.

rafe started thrusting into you until any sense of discomfort melted away. “oh my god, look at you taking me so fucking well..” rafe whispered against your skin, littering your neck and chest with kisses. wrapping your arms around his neck, you didn’t hold back from moaning underneath him. “rafe go faster, please!” your boyfriend smiled, pulling away momentarily to see that dark look in your eyes. “whatever you want, baby.” you cried out when his hips slammed into your own, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “oh, rafe..” you shuddered, now that you were filled to the brim.

“you’re so perfect, you want this dick everyday?” you nodded frantically, not seeing how you could go without it now. “yeah? i bet you do..” he laughed, “‘been wanting to corrupt you since i got you, baby. your sweet little innocent eyes looking up at me when i would rub you through your panties, you have no idea how bad i wanted to get you naked and fuck you until you were crying for me to stop.” he slapped your cheek, a gasp leaving your lips at the action. “look at you now, you’re gonna be begging for this all the time.. ‘might just fuck a baby into you, huh?” you whimpered at his words.

“i want that.” you panted, his pubic bone slamming down on your clit with each thrust. “yeah? you want me to fill you up? get you all pretty and pregnant?” god, what was happening to you? “yes, ray! i want it so bad, ‘want your babies!” now it was rafe’s turn to get hysterical, the idea of you growing round with his seed turned him on beyond belief. “fuck!” he grunted, “oh, i wanna see that so bad, ‘want you walking around tanneyhill with your tummy full. everyone will know what we did.. what you let me do to you.” rafe didn’t care if it was the heat of the moment making you two talk like this, he just knew that you were it for him.

“how about i breed you right now, bambi? you want that?” he hoped you’d say yes, considering he wasn’t going to last very long. when he felt you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in, he nearly lost it by how turned on he was that you wanted the same thing. “please give it to me!” you cried, your boyfriend pulling you into his chest where he embraced you, making you unable to move away from him. you buried your face in his neck, biting down on his flesh as his hips stuttered, shooting hot, thick ropes of cum inside of you. you relished in the feeling, your walls milking him for all that he had.

“son of a- fuck! you’re squeezing me so fucking hard.” he shivered, the feeling of you gripping him from the base was undeniably the best thing he’s ever felt. reaching down, rafe rubbed hard circles on your clit until you came around him, only making you spasm even more. after you had raked your nails down his torso, and drew blood from biting him so hard, rafe had pulled out of you with a hiss, not a single drop of cum dribbling out. you had taken it all. “holy shit, are you okay, babe?” you looked spent. droopy eyes, swollen lips, tear stained cheeks, rafe thought you couldn’t get any more prettier than this.

you spotted the bite mark on his neck. “ray, you’re bleeding..” you attempted to sit up but failed pathetically when your arms gave out from under you. “s’okay.. stay right here, i’ll be right back.” you were dazed, your vision hazy as rafe went to grab a cold towel. when he came back, the blood from the curve of his neck was gone and he wrapped you in his sheets. dabbing the towel on your forhead, you suppressed a giggle at his ministrations. “i’m okay, rafe.” you pecked his cheek, grabbing his arm so he could spoon you. pressing a kiss to your temple, he massaged soothing circles into your side.

“you were so good for me, baby..” he whispered, his words making your heart flutter in your chest. “you promise i wasn’t some amateur?” rafe shushed you, a laugh tumbling from his mouth. “no way, you were great. i don’t know how we’re gonna get through a day without ravaging each other.” you hummed, already daydreaming about the next time. “did you mean what you said earlier? about wanting a baby?” rafe turned you around so you were face to face. you trailed a finger down his jaw. “well, i’ve always wanted kids..” you smiled. “with me though?” rafe’s eyes softened when you nodded.

“with only you..”

[allllium]

Could I request a one shot with Simon Riley, where he is in a secret relationship. And one night when he was on a mission, at their shared home, one of their enemies (that they are hunting down in that mission) comes and kidnaps them. When they find the base where the enemy was, Riley went in to see his girlfriend being tortured? She gets rescued by him and seeks medical attention, as she passes out? But when she wakes up in the hospital it turns into a really fluffy moment? Maybe he gets on one knee?????

Not so Secret

~ I really hope I did your idea justice 🤞 I'm the best at writing for Simon yet or angsty hurty stuff so hopefully you enjoy this sweet little moment

~ Fluff, Torture (Mentioned), WC: 1,559

~ Simon can't live without you

Simon can feel his heart beating out of his chest. You're gonna be fine, he keeps reminding himself. No one on the team has anything in the last couple hours. Good thing. Simon might lose his mind if they try to make small talk in this situation. You're gonna be fine, he reminds himself again, leaning his head against the wall.

You were taken by the enemy team on what was supposed to be a perfectly safe mission. Get the information and get out. Simple. It only took an hour before they found you but in that time you were badly injured. You're alive he mutters under his breath. He can feel Price's eyes burning a hole into him but he still doesn't say anything.

Simon practically jumps out of his chair when the doctor comes through the door. Ignoring every word that comes out the doctors mouth, he pushes his way past and into your room. Price can deal with all the details, right now Simon just needs to see you. Just confirm that you're alive.

You're sleeping when he walks in. More like knocked out with drugs but either way you look peaceful. As peaceful as you can with bruises covering your face. He carefully takes a seat next to the bed. He lets out a deep breath as he sits there watching you. Thinking over everything that happened that day and everything he could have done to stop it, which was nothing.

He sits there long enough to doze off, something he rarely ever does when not in the comfort of his own home. You're presence just has the ability to make him feel comfortable anywhere.

"You're lucky it hurts to move or I'd have drawn a mustache on your face." You voice draws him awake.

"No one would see it through the mask." He responds, keeping his eyes closed. It's a weird feeling, having someone you love in the hospital. He doesn't want to open his eyes, he doesn't want to believe you got hurt.

"I'd know it's there and that's enough for me. Look at me Simon." You demand. He listens, opening his eyes to the brightness of the hospital room. The white walls, white lights, and white ceiling don't strike him as the best thing for healing patients.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, looking into your eyes.

"I'm alright, and you?" You sit up in the uncomfortable bed as an attempt to get more comfortable.

"I'm not the one in a hospital bed." He whispers. Eyes darting all over the room.

"True. It's not the funnest." You crack a small smile. You know exactly how he thinks, how much he blames himself. You know it's a result of trauma and you want nothing more than to be able to reassure him in times like this Unfortunately, words aren't enough to undo this way of thinking. "Join me?" You pat the empty space on the bed.

"No." He replies instantly, immediately worried about injuring you further.

"Okay I might have phrased that like a question but it wasn't. Get on this bed and sit with me so I can feel better."

He stays silent. Debating the options he has. Or more so the options he doesn't have.

"You have two seconds or I'm coming to you."

That gets him moving. At this point he knows better than to dismiss your threats. Before moving however, he takes a moment to take off his mask, something he never wears when it's just the two of you.

"Fine, you know you're not supposed to leave that bed yet." He tries to keep a demanding tone but to you it's just laced with concern. You have a wide grin on your face as he scooches in the bed with you. You end half way on top of him with how small the bed is.

"So what happened while I was sleeping?" You ask, absentmindedly tracing the tattoo on his arm.

"I have no idea. I've been here." He keeps his sentences short and simply. A habit he's picked up over the years.

"The whole time? Aw you big softy." Your heart flutters at his confession.

"M' not."

"Mhm. Whatever you say." You chuckle softly.

"Do you need anything? Water? Food? Drugs?" He kisses your forehead.

"I'm alright. Now stop it."

"Stop what? I'm trying to be helpful."

"No you're blaming yourself. I know you." You lean up in order to look into his eyes. He may be secretive but his eyes aren't.

"I'm not. I'm just thinking of all the ways I can protect you in the future."

"Okay let's say that I believe you. How would you stop this from happening again? You weren't even there." At this point you're sitting up as much as you can, putting an arm on Simon's chest to keep you upright.

"Well right now I'm thinking of locking you in my house so you can never leave and therefore never be hurt." He tells you, being completely serious.

"I'm gonna ignore that because you would like a stalker." You laugh. "Where's the rest of the guys?"

"Outside. I locked the door when I came in."

"Simon! Go unlock the door." You want to say you're surprised but not even a little bit of it is out of the ordinary for Simon.

"No. I'm comfortable here. And I don't wanna go back to acting all professional."

"Simon, you've been in here for what I'm guessing is hours considering it's now nighttime with the door locked. I don't think our secret is much of a secret."

"Maybe not. But I want you all to myself." The look on his face reminds you of a sad puppy. Which is a face he makes very often.

"And you say you're not a softy." You scoff.

"I'm not!" He exclaims, trying hard to protect his reputation that you don't believe for a second.

"Whatever you say, sweetie." You smirk as his face lights up a shade of red. Here we have a massive, cold, military man, blushing at one simply pet name, it's enough to give anyone a huge ego.

After you're little period of talking, you fall into a comfortable silence. With you laying back down onto his chest.

"How are you feeling?" He asks after just a few minutes.

"I'm okay." You quickly reaffirm him. "How about you."

"I'm fine."

"Nope tell me the truth. You've asked me that many times now."

"Just checking."

"Simon."

"I love you." He says out of nowhere.

"I love you too."

"Can we get married."

"What?!" You shoot up, wincing in the process.

"I wanna get married."

"Now??" You practically yell. Of course you wanna marry him but you're really confused.

"No I mean later. I just wanna know that we will."

"You mean be engaged?" You can't stop the strange expression that your face makes as you try and decifer what he means.

"Is that not what you want?" He asks, the fear evident in his voice.

"That's not what I said. But we've never talked about marriage I mean not as deep as we should have. I don't want you to want to marry me just because I got hurt." You start to ramble, talking so fastcyou don't even know if he can understand you. He can. He's gotten used to your nervous rambles.

He smiles bigger than you think you've ever seen him. "I've wanted to marry you since the moment we first met."

"Okay you sound more and more like a stalker the more you talk."

"Is that a no?"

"No, it's a we can be engaged as long as you're being serious. And we'll stay engaged for a while because we're not ready to be married anytime soon."

"So next months not gonna work for you?" He laughs, genuinely laughs.

"No I think I'm busy then." You retort. You want to marry him, you know that for sure, but not until you're healed, and not until you both get better at being together.

"I can wait."

"Can you go let the guys in? Cuz the way you're staring at me is making me nervous."

"I love you."

"Door, Simon."

You try to surpress the wild grin on your face as he gets up to open the door for the others. They all walk in with matching suspicious smirks.

"What have I said about eavesdropping?" You immediately question, looking right at Soap.

"Not to do it." He looks down at his feet like a child being scolded.

"That's right, yet here you are."

"It's not my fault!" He immediately defends himself and points to Price. "He's the one that walked by the door and talk me you were talking about marriage."

You turn your sharp gaze over to Price, "and here I thought you were the responsible one." You shake your head in disappointment. You can hear Simon and Gaz laughing behind them. Being more than amused at the scolding you give you captain.

"You're right. I will reflect on my actions and do better in the future." He jokes.

Also shaking his head, Simon makes his way back to your bedside. Sitting beside you and putting an arm around your waist. You have a feeling now that your secrets out he won't keep his hands off you. But you're okay with that.

[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

Hello, my dear. 🥰

Been enjoying ur writing. 👀 Was reading ur yan bay don head canons and it mentioned Donnie essentially summoning Reader like they're a pet and tbh.... I'm like this irl. Idk. Scratches the brain right.

So I was wondering if you'd be willing to rottmnt yandere head canons where the figure out they can summon Reader like an animal? Like maybe they do it on accident/without thinking and they're like "oh... oh!" And it just works. Every. Damn. Time. Even if it's to the dismay of Reader.

🥂

Omg thanks for the request 😋

Yandere Donatello x Reader

Warnings!

Kidnapping, yandere content, human pet training, unhealthy relationships, forced love. Overall, dark content. Read at your own risk.

A/N sorry if this got off track I was hungry writing this XP (sorry if it's too short)

800 words

It was a nice afternoon (at least that's what time you think it is) in donnie's lab. He was working on something nice and easy. His brothers were out doing who knows what- But it was nice. Calm.

He had this nest of bedding under his desk for you, it was nice. Comfy too-

You were sitting there, drawing on some mandala coloring book he gave you with some nice markers Mikey had gifted the two of you.

You heard a small snap and whistle, rising from your position, standing in front of him. Wait- why'd you do that- before you could think too much Don was already talking to you.

“I was wondering if you would want to help make lunch today, I see you picking at stuff all the time. I think it would be good sensory input.” He says, sounding excited about trying to get you to do something. You sit there, thinking about your option like you had a choice.

He whistled at you, quickly getting your head to turn to him- wait… why’d you do that? Why are you answering like a pet? Have you really been here that long…? Time must fly down here, or maybe it’s the sheer amount of times he’s drugged you, or the sewer smells are getting to you.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” You weren't lying, doing something outside his lab or bed sounded really nice, maybe even seeing April or the two casey’s would be exciting, you don’t really see anyone but Donnie and his three brothers, oh and splinter, on a very, very rare basis.

“When do you want to make lunch?” you ask, looking back at him, he hums, finger on his chin. “Maybe after a few more lines of code, only a few more minutes” You go back to your coloring book, filling in the mandala in with a nice blue, followed by purples. The soft sounds of his keyboard and chair lulling you back into your daily daze.

The sound of soft strokes of the marker on your paper fill the labs walls along with donnie’s typing and music overflowing headphones. Once again he whistles at you, getting your attention every time. You’ve been here way too long. He looks down at you, donnie’s smile soft and adoring as always. “Ready sweetie?” You nod, having no reason to argue against it.

The two of you walk out of his lab, you slip on some purple slippers he has at his door for you sense the lair floor is cold and to be honest, dirty too. When you both enter the kitchen, music plays at a normal volume. You see Mikey making what you can only assume is for Raph by the size of it, he gives you both a sweet hello before returning to his cooking, humming along to a song.

Donnie walks over to a chest freezer they had recently bought and filled, they went through pretty fast, keeping in mind that they are mutants. Don grabbed a box of frozen orange chicken, one of his favorites.

He got out a sheet pan and some parchment paper. He whistled to you before asking you to set the oven to 350. You obliged, turning the knob to the temperature before turning back to him for more directions, once again acting like a trained dog. Ready for any commands. What a funny thing this has done to you. Donnie is much more lenient and calm with you now, the first few months were the longest and hardest, adjustment taking longer than Donatello hoped, but everything paid off.

This is proof, you don’t question him anymore, you always answered him and never gave him trouble. “How about you lay out the chicken on the sheet tray? Well I warm up the sauce.” You hum in agreement, grabbing the frozen bag of chicken, laying it out and waiting for the oven to beep, signifying it was done heating.

Donnie prepares the sauce, running it under warm water. He makes a sound with his lips, one you would use to call a dog. “Go into my lab and grab the hoodie off my chair please.” he says, never even raising his head to check that you left.

Off back into his lab, quickly grabbing the desired hoodie then starting to head back.

Why? Why were you doing this? Obeying his commands like a fucking pet-

Before you can dwell on it any longer you were already back in the kitchen, holding the hoodie out to him. “Oh, sweetie. It’s for you, I know it’s cold here.” he takes the sweater and puts it on you. There was no fighting it, or protest. You just let him. Like he had always wanted.

He finally has you how he needs you

[queruloustea]

briefly mentioned in the tags of yesterday's nonsensical overcaffeinated post, but alas! my stylus has once again given up on its sorry life, so there'll be a distinct lack of art from me for a short while :(((

i suppose the silver lining is that i can rest this poor old hand of mine, but! mildly unfortunate regardless. i'll be forced to write about my blorbos instead of draw them, a terrible and wicked fate et-cetera

[daryltwdixon]

The Ruins of Us: Chapter 6

Summary: The memory of Daryl sneaking through the window after the heated argument brings much needed respite. But in the present, tension crackles at the CDC as you witness the conversation between between Shane and Lori behind closed doors. Tempers flare, and just as the air thickens with hostility, the danger shifts and now Shane is the one you're afraid of while within the safe walls of the CDC.

Content warnings: mention of physical abuse against Daryl and Reader, blood, explicit language. Shane is an asshole. *but reader stands up for herself!

please forgive the writing of the scenes of the actual show. I'm trying my best to not cram dialogue down your throat, but at the same time stay somewhat true to what's going on in the scene.

x still in flashback x

You wake to the sound of tapping. You groggily lift yourself off your bed, still dressed in last night's clothing. You rub your eyes, trying to orient yourself, feeling heavy and puffy. You peek at your bedside table alarm clock: 2:00AM.

You hear the tapping again, and realize it’s coming from your window. You slowly get up and put your face up to the glass, cupping your hand to see through the fog of dust collected on the pane. 

You see a familiar face just below the window with a pained look on his face. You stepped back, taking a moment to deliberate. But of course you pushed open the window enough to let Daryl Dixon into your room. It’s hard to believe but Daryl is so graceful. You chalk it up to the careful, patient side to him that makes him an incredible hunter and tracker. It only takes him a couple seconds to grab atop the window and swing his legs in. He landed on your bed feet first, kneeling in a crouched position to face you. It’s then you smelled the alcohol ripe on his breath.

“Hey,” he murmured in a breathy tone, fanning your face with the smell of beer.

“Hey,” you repeated back. You sat and readjusted yourself into bed, sitting up against the wall by your pillows. You pulled your legs in tight to your chest, holding them there with your fists clenched. You stared at each other for a few heartbeats. You let your eyes close, the exhaustion like a heavy weight on you. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally breathed out. 

“I know,” you said, even quieter than a whisper. You open your eyes to look at him.

“No–you don’t. I should’na said them things to you,” he shook his head, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to sit in front of you, “I just…I…” he trailed off, looking away.

“I care about you too, Dare,” you murmur, reaching for his arm. He just nods. You look at him with a small smile, letting your knees fall away from your chest, “you’re drunk,”

“And you look terrible,” he laughed quietly, finally getting a good look at you. He does a double take, his smile vanishing.

“The hell is that?” he asked roughly, looking pointedly at you. You looked back at him confused. He suddenly stood and pulled you up out of the bed to face your bedroom mirror. It’s clouded from years of dust piling on it, and the drawings you left over the years in permanent marker. But you could still see the splotchy purple bruises against your clavicle. You hadn’t even bothered to look in the mirror when you got home, you were in such a state. Looking at yourself now, your hair was a rat’s nest, clinging to your face that was sticky with dried tears. You hadn’t even changed out of the shirt with the broken strap, making you look even more disheveled. Your face was as puffy as you expected, but you couldn’t stop staring at the bruising across your chest. You brought your fingers up to your neck, letting out a little gasp at the pain when you pressed into them.

Daryl came up behind you, looking at you in the mirror, “I didn’t see them bruises earlier today, Y/N,” he paused, "Were you with him?” eyes narrowing on you. You just met his eyes in the mirror as a confirmation.

“I’ll kill em’” he growled.

“Daryl, it’s fine. I’m fine. We just had a fight,” you spin around to face him. He’s pacing the room, shoulders hiked up and chest puffed.

“I’ll kill em’ right now,” he spat out.

“Daryl, are you bleeding?” you ask in shock. Your grogginess is washed away in an instant. His shirt is damp with deep red that glistened wet in the moonlight coming through your window. He mumbles something along the lines of “it don’t matter,” but you stop him mid stride, turning him to face away from you to look at his back. 

“ ‘S nothin’” he says, trying to roll his shoulders to shift out of your grip.

You just hold onto him tighter, trying to keep your hands away from whatever is underneath. You gently pull up the blood soaked t-shirt and see new welts against his back. 

You gasp, “Your dad–”

“Yeah…he was home tonight,” he says hoarsely, turning to face you, “was mad we was in the shed today,” 

“But didn’t he say—“

“I know, when I told em it was his dumbass that told me to finish up what he made, he started in on me with the belt,” he grumbled.

Your vision is blurred by sudden angry tears as you gently help him take the shirt off with shaking hands. You ran to your kitchen, the house still dark but a man your mother must've brought home is snoring on the couch. You tiptoed across the room for a bowl of water and an old rag, sneaking back into your room. You glanced quickly into your mother’s room–she’s sprawled out on the bed half naked. At least she was home safe. You quietly closed her door before rounding into your room.

Daryl sat on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging off. He’s bent over, his head in his hands. 

“Here,” you sat by him, starting to dab at the bloody welts on his back. He sucked air in between his teeth, hissing at the pain. You quietly worked next to him, cleaning his back gently, working meticulously to keep the pain at bay. After a while, Daryl looks over at you, searching your eyes before looking away again. 

“Couple a’ misfit broken toys, eh?” he let out a dark, breathy laugh. You chuckled, nodding to him. You’re still holding onto the damp, red stained rag and bowl in your hands even when you’re done cleaning him up. He looked at you for a long moment before taking them from you and setting them down on the bedside table. He turned back to you, and his hand came up towards you and you flinched, causing him to pause before gently placing his fingers across your clavicle. He bit the inside of his lip, anger flooding his eyes. You let him trace the colorful marks on your neck for a long moment before bringing your hand up on top of his and down into your lap. You held it there, looking down and tracing the scars across his knuckles. You could smell the alcohol on his breath from here, and when you looked up at him again, his face was pained, staring at his hand in your lap.

“Don’t worry about me, Daryl,” you finally said. He looks up at you, his brows furrowed. 

“I’ll be alright,” you said quietly, “I promise. I, uh, actually applied to some colleges earlier this summer and uh…well, I got accepted,” you said carefully, not meeting his eyes now. He looked surprised for a moment, but it turned into a blank expression as he nodded, understanding.

“Thas’ great,” he mumbled, “ ‘m happy for ya,” 

You gave him a small smile and let go of his hand. Out of sheer impulse, you’re leaning toward him and kiss him on the cheek, leaning your face into his neck. 

“I’m sorry about your dad,” you murmur. Your hands are in your own lap, knowing better than to wrap them around him. He leans into you, his cheek against your hair. 

“ ‘M sorry too,” he whispers.

x flash forward x

Everyone is running for the open door, guns held up. Carol and Lori grip their children’s hands like a vice and bring them in through the doors.

“Daryl, you cover the back,” Shane orders, looking at the two of you. Daryl looks over to you, nods back at Shane, and pushes you forward.

“Daryl–” you protest.

“Go,” he says sharply. 

You stride in front of him to your chagrin, rifle held high in your arms. Rick is repeating “hello? Hello?” over and over into the cavernous entryway. It’s dim inside, you’re looking around searching for any sign of life. Behind you, you see nothing but pitch black sky now. 

“Close those doors,” you say to Daryl, “could be walkers,” looking over your shoulder. He ignores you, staring straight ahead to the back of the room.

Rick shouts another “hello?” into the void, and there was the sound of a gun being loaded in front of the group. A man stands in the darkness of the back of the entry, shotgun pointed to you all. Everyone instantly brings their weapons up in defense, ready to fire.

“Anybody infected?” the man shouts. He looks… clean. A stainless gray t-shirt hangs loosely on him, dark sweatpants and socks on. There’s no one else with him. Rick answers him, telling him about Jim not making it. The man with the shotgun demands to know what you all want, Rick says simple: “a chance”

“That’s asking an awful lot these days,” he replies. You take this moment to look around the group, assessing everyone. Lori stands with Carl behind Rick, next to Carol and her daughter. Shane is to their right, standing partially in front of Lori, protecting. Andrea and Jaqui are together, no gun in hand. Everyone’s eyes are pleading. Everyone but Daryl whose eyes are narrowed in his usual suspicious fashion toward the stranger, his crossbow held up in his hands. 

The man slowly approaches, “You’ll all submit to a blood test. Price of admission,” lowering his gun, “you have stuff to bring in? Get it now, once that door closes it stays closed,” he points toward the back. Your half of the group still half outside runs ahead, ready to come in in an instant. You all file into the elevator behind the doctor. He speaks to the monitor on the side of the wall to seal the main entrance and kill the power. 

Rick introduces himself to the man, holding his hand out to shake.

“Doctor Edwin Jenner,” the stranger says, not taking Rick’s outstretched hand. 

“Doctors always go around packin’ heat like that?” you say. Daryl lets out a chuckle next to you and you smile when you meet his eye.

“Plenty leftover lying around and I acquainted myself with them,” Dr. Jenner replies. He teases Carl about being the only one that’s a threat anyway.

You all make your way through the building with trepidation. You are brought into the main control area– the whole building is practically empty. Dark screens on most computers but one in the center. There are only one or two overhead lights on, casting everyone in stark shadow.

“Where is everybody? Doctors? Staff?” Rick asks.

“I’m it.” the doctor replies. 

He’s all that’s left.

“Sorry,” he says quietly.

He takes you all to a room off the side of the main circular control room, where there are desks lined up and a whiteboard, clearly what used to be a teaching space. You all relax against the wall, waiting for him to take our blood. You go first.

You sit with your arm stretched out to him, and he is taking a small vial of blood from you. You’ve never been queasy, but the feeling of a needle going in your arm and draining you begins to make you go faint. Daryl is by you, searching your face when it turns green as you stand. He holds you up as you’re starting to stumble as you walk. 

“You okay?” Dr Jenner asks, curious.

“She ain’t eaten in days,” he growls at the doctor.

“None of us have,” says Jaqui, gently, from behind you.

After everyone is done getting blood drawn, you’re led into a bigger room with a large table. Jenner has everyone sit as he brings out food and wine. Wine. To be honest, the only wine you ever drank was the dirt cheap jugs of it that you stole from the corner store and even that was seldom. You and Daryl were more the beer or hard liquor types as kids. But this was the good stuff. Dale is pouring glasses out to everyone, teasing to let Carl taste some. Food is brought out and laid around the table and your stomach rumbles loudly again. You happily grab for the spread of food laid out in front of you. 

“You know in Italy,” Dale chuckles, pouring another glass, “children have a little wine with their dinner,” you all laugh as Lori has an unimpressed look on her face, “and in France!”

She grins and says, “Well when Carly is in Italy and France he can have some then” but ends up finally giving in on Rick’s contradiction. Carl makes everyone laugh again when he makes a face after taking his first sip, “Ewwww!”

You hiccup when you laugh and everything finally feels…normal? Safe even? 

Lori is smiling as she takes the cup from Carl and pours it into her own, and you look over to see Rick grinning widely. 

“Well,” Shane’s voice comes from the left of you, “Stick to soda pop there, bud”

You look over and smile at him then, wine warming your cheeks. 

“Not you Glenn,” Daryl chides from the other side of you, “I wanna see how red your face can get!”

You look over to the guy with the baseball cap from earlier. You finally put a face to the name, Glenn . The one who rescued Rick in Atlanta and brought him to the group. A fast kid from what Daryl had told you. Used to deliver pizzas for god sake. 

Rick is clinking his glass and standing, raising it to Dr Jenner, “we haven’t thanked our host,”

Everyone raises their glass to Dr. Jenner, saying their thanks and praise.

“Booyah!” Daryl shouts which elicits more laughter. 

“When are you gonna tell us what happened here, Doc?” Shane’s gravely voice rings out over the laughter. He continues on, not caring about everyone’s groans, asking about the other doctors and scientists that were here before. You look over at Shane, who is looking past you to Doctor Jenner. You’re searching his face, wondering why he has to ask this now. Was it the wine making him so serious? You’d never really seen him drunk now that you think of it. 

“We don’t need to do this now, Shane, we’re celebrating,” Rick says, echoing your thoughts.

“Now wait a second,” he says, looking over at Rick expectantly, “that’s the whole reason why we’re here, right?”

Shane continues on, scoffing at the fact that instead of finding answers, the group only found one man. You look down, knowing he’s right, but still. This could’ve waited until everyone had settled in. After you were fed or well rested.

“Why?” Shane asks, looking over at the doctor with finality.

“When things went back a lot of people left,” Jenner responds. He tells you they bolted or couldn’t face walking out the door.

“They…opted out,”

“Why didn’t you leave?” Andrea asks.

“I just kept working,” he replies.

“Shane, you are such a buzzkill,” Glenn mutters, passing by behind you. People start murmuring to themselves, back to other conversations. After everyone has had their fill, the doctor clears his throat.

“Why don’t I show you where you’ll be sleeping?” Jenner says.

You’re following the doctor around the corridor with the group, and he’s explaining the electricity situation in the building. You can’t help but let your mind and eyes wander. Everything is so gray. So sterile around you. You’re half amazed at how clean the place is, really. Your ears prick up though at the end of Jenner’s tour.

“If you shower, go easy on the hot water,” your eyes widen, mirroring others' looks of astonishment. 

Glenn turns around with the same amazed look on his face, “hot water?”

You all break out into smiles. 

Turns out only a couple of showers run at the same time, so you wait your turn, not upset to go last. You were used to tepid showers as a kid so you didn’t push for first in line in case the hot water ran out. Everyone has filed into their rooms to put their things down and grab shower necessities. 

You wrap yourself in a towel in your room, holding it snug around you. Even the towels are warm. You press your face into it before pulling it around yourself completely. Once you're out of your room, you see Shane on his way in a towel towards the showers. 

“Hey,” you call to him, “want to save some water?” you ask cheekily. 

He’s looking at you with that twinkle in his eye that you haven’t seen in so, so long. You open your mouth to tell him to join you, when he straightens and looks behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you see Lori is coming up the hallway looking at the two of you with Rick close behind her. Their bodies that are visible out of their crisp white towels are glistening in beads of water, her hair soaked and messy. Rick is grinning bigger than you’ve ever seen before. You smile back at him, watching them pass you by and go into their own room. Lori’s face goes from a wide smile to a grim look as she sees you and Shane. You turn to look at Shane with a big smile, but it quickly fades as he wears a scowl across his face. He is shaking his head, rubbing his face in one hand while the other rests on the towel at his hips.

“You go on now,” he grumbles out, “I’ll shower in a minute,” 

Your shoulders slump in the loss of a promise. You watch him turn away and stomp down the hall, grabbing the half empty wine bottle that sits on the floor, opening and taking a swig as he stalks off. 

You sigh and make your way over to the showers. As you turn around into the first available stall, you collide into a wet body.

“Jesus, watch where you’re goin, woman,” Daryl’s voice says above you. His towel is knotted around his waist where he holds it in place. You can’t help but roam your eyes down his torso to where his hands lay resting. Small scars litter his smooth skin from where his father put cigarettes out on him as a kid. His body is glistening with beads of warm water, his beard still dripping wet. When you look back up into his eyes, his cheeks are pink–perhaps from the wine or warmth of the shower.  “I’m just testin’ your reflexes,” you crack a smile at him. He looks over your shoulder at Shane exiting the hallway and flashes his eyes back to you, taking his time to search your face. His eyes glance down to where you’re holding your towel around you. You’re still nearly up against him from when your bodies crashed into each other, and suddenly you feel very aware of how little you’re both wearing. You gulp as he’s looking down at you, breathing heavy. He isn’t saying anything, just…staring at you. There’s something behind his eyes you haven’t seen before. Suddenly your eyes flicker down to his mouth, but think better of yourself and take a wide step back. 

“Gotta go shower,” you mumble, quickly passing him. 

When you’re finally scrubbed down and satisfied with your incredible, hot, steamy, amazing shower, you are wringing your hair out when you hear a door slam at the end of the hallway. You peek your head out the bathroom and see another door slam. The rec room. With trepidation, you make your way down the hall on tiptoes, water dripping onto the floor as you go.. You hear arguing inside, potentially a man and a woman. It only takes a moment of leaning against the door to recognize Shane’s voice behind it. His voice is raised and you can only make out that he’s talking about a hospital–no heartbeat, something happening and thinking someone was dead. Wasn’t it Rick who said he woke up from a coma?

But now they’re speaking in hushed tones and you really can’t make out what they're saying. Just some knocking around and whispers. You press your ear against the door harder.

“I love you,” you hear Shane say. There’s more movement and their voices jumble together so you can’t make out anything else behind the door. 

But then you can hear a woman nearly screaming, “get your hands off me! Get your hands off me! Please! Stop!” your eyes widen and step back from the door. Oh god, oh god.

Your heart is in your throat as you step back from the door. Immediately the voices stop and everything is quiet. 

The door swings open and Shane is there. He stops dead in his tracks, angry red scratches down his neck. You look over his shoulder and see Lori Grimes against a ping pong table, a stricken, terrified look on her face.

“What did you do?” you whispered to Shane. Your heart is still pounding in your ears as you draw back, clutching your towel to your body tighter. 

“Now, Y/N, I don’t know what you think you heard,” he begins, closing the door behind him. 

“What I think I heard, Shane? What the fuck?” you whisper in a high pitch voice, “I think I just heard you trying to attack Lori ,”

He steps forward toward you, and you pull yourself back, trying to push even further into the wall if it were possible. He stops, a wild look in his eyes, balling his fists. Suddenly he rushes you, his hand on your throat, pinning you against the wall.

“Ain’t nobody gonna believe you,” he whispers with venom, his wine soaked breath fanning your face, “you think Rick would ever listen to a redneck whore before believing his own best friend ?”

You’re trying to gulp down air but he’s holding you tight against the wall, “You’re drunk,” you manage to say, your eyes threatening to shut when you start seeing dark edges around your vision.

“Swear to me,” he growls, his nose against the side of your face as you look away, squeezing your eyes shut. You’ve seen Shane get rough before– had him hold you against him demanding things of you. But you never feared for your life like this. You didn’t know this man. This was a different man than the one you spent almost every summer night with. This was not the man who held you under the stars, that made sure you made it home safe every night, the one who would give you money for new boots that fit, made love to you in the bed of his truck, the one who made you feel safe. This wasn’t him. Not anymore. That Shane was long gone, you finally realized. And you wanted to be far, far away from him. But the one thing you learned from growing up with the Dixon brothers is you never back down from a threat, no matter how much bigger it is than you. Never. 

You narrow your eyes on him, “whatever happened to ‘I love you Y/N’, ‘You’re the only girl for me, Y/N’?” You let out hoarsely, “The world ends and you go off and rescue your best friend's wife instead of your own girlfriend, and then what? You two fuck or something? Her husband comes back from the dead and I come out of the woods and what? What did you expect to happen, Shane?” You’re on your last breath of oxygen, fighting against his grasp. One of your hands is still clutching your towel and the other is clawing his arm. 

He pushes his hand further up your throat, so you’re standing on your toes, “I ain’t your boyfriend , never was,” he taunts, “You were just some easy piece for me to play with in the nights I was all alone. Now swear to me you’ll keep your mouth shut about this,” He’s shaking with rage now, and you see down the hall Lori scurry out the rec room from the other exit. She looks briefly over her shoulder at you, and runs back down the hall. You were alone in the corridor with Shane, everyone having gone to bed now. The words he spews take a moment to sink in, your eyes pricking with the betrayal of tears. You refuse to let this man see you in tears again. Your mouth is opening and closing, trying to suck in any air you can as he still has you pressed up against the wall. Your vision is narrowing more and more, dark shapes caving in around Shane’s face in front of you. He brings his fist up in the air, and when your body starts to go limp, it’s like he realizes where he is, what he’s doing. He lets go of you, ripping his arm away and letting you fall to the floor. You sag onto the ground, coughing and gasping for breath. As you gulp down air, your vision comes back clearer and clearer and you look up to see his feet receding. Exhaustion and dizziness overtakes you, and you lay on the carpeted hallway floor. Your wet hair is sticking to your face, still dripping onto your back. You let your eyes close now as you tremble on the floor. You feel frozen to this spot–not enough strength in the world that could make you get up.

When you wake up the next morning, you’re on a cot covered in a large comforter. As you groggily open your eyes, you realize you’re in a big t-shirt and underwear. You sit up suddenly, disoriented. The last thing you remember is falling asleep on the floor in the hallway last night. A soft snoring to your right makes you jump as you see Daryl sleeping on a couch across from you. Your entire body lights up on fire as you imagine him finding you, naked in the hallway…and dressing you in clothes and putting you to bed. He stirs and you quietly but swiftly get up, trying your best not to wake him. You manage to turn the knob without a sound and bolt out of the room.

chapter 7 is here

[atombonniebaby]

Okay, but apparently, yesterday marked my 2yr autism diagnosis anniversary!

Needless to say...

I have embraced the fuck out of it!

Tumblr lets me share my favoritest little guy with other humans! I love you all!

There is a reason I like to take screenshots. (Note the mug warmer for all that coffee/tea I used to let go cold.)

All my Oversized 🙌🏻 COMFY🙌🏻 Tees ❤️

I'm also hanging with the cat (literally...I'm in a hammock chair!) - her name is Mia as she is a dick. (in an adoring way)

(Oh and it'll be 3yrs in October for the ADHD diagnosis...but I'll probably forget about that...so have an 'I didn't know I was ADHD' memory)

As you were...

[patheticbatman]

I haven't seen any posts about this yet but l've seen some fan art that makes me feel this needs to be said:

Don't forget Leah Sava Jeffries has darker skin when making Annabeth Chase fan art!

She is much closer to Lupita Nyong'o than Zoe Kravitz when it comes to shading, reflection, and complementary color usage :).

Lighting for dark skin is different on light skin. Light skin gets changed by lighting, and dark skin reflects the lighting. Below is a lovely shot of Nyong'o's character from Wakanda Forever in mourning. The filmmakers emphasize the umber qualities of her skin in contrast to the funereal white and (arguably harsh) light across her shoulder below.

Try to pick spots that aren't directly in or near the light, and try mixing 3 or more! You can put it into a color mixer online, or even color pick, lower the opacity, and lay the shades over each other until you find one that fits. And of course, the more 'realistic' you want to go with shading and lighting, the more shades you're going to want to be able to explore vivaciously :D.

Let's take a look at the same 3 beautiful actresses I mentioned at the beginning, with a bad color picked area and a better-ish color picked area. (Please keep in mind, these are not perfect comparisons, as I was not able to find pictures of all 3 actresses under the same kind of lighting.)

Kravitz's has a clear difference between the two, but they aren't too far apart, in comparison to Nyong’o’s and Jeffries’s. Note the dullness in the poorly picked shades as opposed to the better ones. Also keep in mind that while Kravitz has a rosy undertone (at least in that picture - it’s from The Batman, which has stylized coloring) Nyong’o has a slight cool undertone (I can’t pin down quite what, but the picture is definitely not stylized like Kravitz’s).

Jeffries runs more ochre or russet, but neither of those are pink. They are more red than terracotta or umber, but to call Jeffries’s face rosy would be wrong. Err more towards the golden when drawing her.

^^saved an image from a writing tutorial long ago, but can’t seem to find it. If someone recognizes it, I’ll link it. EDIT: it’s from this post. Thanks @autumnrowancollector ! <3

And also, the darker skin gets, the less likely warm undertones are going to appear. Don't be afraid to use blue or purple or even green on occasion!

Additionally, cool lighting on dark skin is always a win imo.

(I was going to use that picture of Jeffries as Annabeth by the lightning bolt, but then I realized the lighting on her face doesn’t quite match up with where it should hit from that angle, and I realized they kind of just turned everything bluer, so screenshot time!)

(Also if you want another really great live action example, check out anything Aldis Hodge is in, like Leverage and Black Adam)(and of course there’s Spiderverse <3 but I want to post pictures of Hodge)

Now, to here’s a list of more experienced people’s advice:

Black facial features & hair

Shading digitally for a (somewhat) monotone Black character

Stylistic choices and places to start looking for inspiration (besides a search engine).

Coloring Black people’s lips

A better coloration tutorial

Also a nice tutorial for Indigenous skin tones, just in case yall want to draw Piper or use this information for other dark skinned characters :).

EDIT: Some actresses who are closer in skintone to use for Annabeth, provided by the lovely @blackfemmecharacterdependency ! If you can’t find a reference for Jeffries in a specific lighting, maybe check out these ladies’ pictures! It’s a reblog, so scroll down.

TLDR: Don’t make Annabeth pink and pale, make her dark and golden.

[elizabethzoopzoop986]

I miss Mei so much you don’t understand :( bring her back AidaIro. Also Yako and Hakubo

I hate how the school mysteries (other than Hanako, Mitsuba and Akane) get there one arc where you really get to know them and care about them and then they just go away forever. GIVE THEM BACK PLS AIDAIRO LET THEM OUT OF THE CLOSET THEYVE DONE NOTHING WRONG

[ratcandy]

a gift for you.... they have some tea <3

THIS MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME...... THEY HAVE SOME TEA<3

[ybkitten]

He might be my boy but he's still going in the cube. I'm sorry Doppo. Anyway-

It's Doppo Day and it's MerMay so it's time to draw fanart for a mermaid Doppo fanfiction I read!! You should go read @partywo's deep serpentine! And its sequel, brackish, boiling! It's good! I'm eating it like a man starved for Matenro.

[fettiowi]

Boyyy if I had the will to draw the lil stories i create for fandoms on a regular basis it would be over for yall LOL

[lulu2992]

Lmao I trust Sharky's infinite wisdom on duct tape, but in my opinion, I think he forgot to consider the power of cement! Also, I am liking a combination of both of these ideas! And ultimately it just makes their stories all the more unfortunate and tragic ; v ;

I don't think we really need to take into account the minimum age for juvie, and though the maximum age is 18, the time one stays may vary. But I'm thinking because this would've occurred about 5 years before the OPAC was beginning to be considered, Jacob lying about his age wouldn't really have to be necessary at all. As for his dog tag, well. It's hilarious, someone definitely fucked up and we're never going to know exactly who probably

The way I'm looking at it, Joseph can be an unreliable narrator because his perspective is very biased; the very nature of writing from specific characters is only an account of their experiences as they see and interpret them to be, which may not be entirely factually accurate. And because of cut content, changes, vague information, etc. perhaps not all the information we take in from the game as players is wholly accurate either. And I'm treating the extra/supporting content in much the same way.

(Also I've been doing a crazy amount of supplementary research on Christianity in general and also just what events took place historically, and I bet John had a hell of a time during and following the Great Recession.)

Of course, we know that the ages from the PlayAsia Blog are not official, but I don't think John's age is impossible specifically because of his profession. Man's been on cocaine for god knows how long- But people graduating from law school exceptionally early or young is not unprecedented (also I'm just very biased about him). The only real age conflict is that, though TBOJ originally describes Joseph from the start as "a child of about ten," but then he later specifies that he was exactly 7, 3 years off but still a small leap, but going by those dates, John wouldn't even exist for another 3 years as well... I've definitely hand waved this and shuffled the event further haha. I need to reread Absolution, but MAN what's with that! (Also sorry this is so long, I've gotten so passionate! I'm so happy you're passionate about fc5 still too!!)

Joseph is indeed an unreliable narrator with a very personal worldview, and some of the things he wrote in the book are definitely biased, but I still believe most of the inconsistencies between The Book of Joseph and Far Cry 5 are just... mistakes, mostly because the story and characters went through many changes, as you said. By the way, I wish we knew when this book was written and who the real-life author is! There are cool drawings in it too, and even though I like to imagine Joseph illustrated it himself, I don’t think they gave credit to the artist(s), but I could be wrong (I don’t have a physical copy; I’m sad).

I hadn’t really thought about this but it’s true that, if John was already born (and even going to school so at least 5) when Joseph was 7, then The Book of Joseph is in contradiction with Playasia because the information sheets say they were born 10 years apart. That said, Absolution also suggests John is at least a decade younger than the Father, so that’s inconsistent with The Book of Joseph as well… And if we want to trust Playasia, Jacob is 12 years older than John and 2 years older than Joseph, so he was either 17-18 or 9-10 when he burned their adoptive parents’ property and was sent to juvie, which... doesn’t really work either.

I think we’re going to need more cement :’)

[flowerakatsuka]

some doodles based on the gender thoughts i've been having about kuroba the past few days, mostly on how their appearance changed between middle school and their final year of high school. i also thought it'd be funny if kuroba didn't get recognized by classmates while they were helping at the flower shop back then, ( foreshadowing ig. )

[sameboot]

Permanently tormented by my desire to share the plot and development and arcs that my oc stories involve except that that would take an insane amount of work and skill that I don’t have. Laying down and dying…………. can u guys look into my brain and see it instead

[todayisafridaynight]

everyday i constantly think of masato's wheelchair and if that's his only one/main one no wonder he's so pissed at everyone

[vacantgodling]

not to be weird and sappy on main, but frfr i'm so glad i have found a community of people who think my work is good