#roommates from hell

[mokulule]

Dead on MAYn Day 6: FRIDAY

Trope | Enemies at First Sight/Scar Soulmates Word | Gunpowder Situation | Jason helps Danny learn to fight humans. Dialogue | "I would believe that you're fine, but that's a knife sticking out of your goddamn leg, so…"

Danny gripped his box tightly as he dodged through the absolute chaos of the big move-in day in the dormitories. It felt like every person in Gotham was moving into Danny’s dorm in particular, which was of course an exaggeration, but the sheer multitude of people of various ages carrying boxes and bags were very overwhelming.

It felt like there was something to look at everywhere. Tearful farewells. Happy reunions. Someone knocked over and someone yelling. The sheer intensity of emotion in the air coupled with the general Gotham miasma itself was making him dizzy. He dodged out of the way of someone deciding to throw a football down the crowded hallway. Someone, a parent judging by the tone, though not necessarily a parent of the offender, started chewing them out.

He was starting to regret not taking Vlad’s offer of paying for an apartment, but that came with strings Danny would not give Vlad control over.

Finally he reached the door with the right number. Juggling the box so he could balance it on one arm as he fished out the key he was glad of his ghostly strength or he would have surely toppled over with his two bags and the backpack slung over his shoulders and the way he kept being jostled. He inserted the key and the door reluctantly allowed him entry - he would have to oil it. He wondered when that had last happened, which immediately led into the thought whether his parents would remember to change the echo filter without him to do so.

Danny expected that when he went into the room and closed the door he could finally relax in what was to be his home for the foreseeable future, but that was not what happened. Danny froze in the doorway. Someone was already in the room.

Danny’s instincts screamed intruder. He tightened his fists, then consciously relaxed them. He was just high strung after the utter goat market outside, that was all. It was just his roommate.

His roommate, who was six feet tall and buff, turned around with a scowl. Danny grit his teeth at the thought of rooming with an unfriendly jock, he was not spending his college time getting pushed around, he’d had enough of that in high school.

He plastered on a fake smile that probably looked more like a sneer. “Hi, I’m Danny, you must be my roommate.” He held out a hand, he’d learned manners, but nothing could get him to say ‘nice to meet you’ right now.

It looked like it took his roommate just as much effort to school his features into neutrality as it took Danny and the way he looked at Danny with disdain twitching across his features made Danny want to bite him. He had to remind himself to breathe, because that was not a human response.

Finally his roommate took his hand with a simple “Jason” and predictably squeezed too hard. Danny matched him bit by bit, until finally they let each other go.

“I took the right side. Don’t touch my stuff,” Jason grumbled.

-

And they were roommates...

I have plans for more of this, them being the roommates from Hell to each other, but this is what I managed for now.

Hope you enjoyed this little bit!

[reaperlight]

[Murder fam au--an adjustment period...]

Eddie: Hey, it's your turn to wash the dishes.

Carnage: WE'LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD!

Eddie: 'Kay, but before that wash the dishes. Also use soap this time.

[lilac-5ky]

Hi, guys!

I know it's been a while, months actually, and I didn't intend to be absent for so long. Some of you might have heard about my writer's block, but in hindsight, I think it was mostly me not feeling so well about life itself. I can't say things are better nor that's been a significance change, but without effort nothing will ever get done, so I am here to at least alert those of you still here about the future of my work.

I've started a lot of fanfics that I've left unfinished. Most of you followed me from my days in the Gintama fandom, or from my Toji fics. I am truly grateful that I keep getting notifications and you continue reading my fanfics, seeing your comments gives me so much joy even if I'm not responding.

I won't make any promises. Some of my fics might never see their end, but there are two fics I really want to see to completion, no matter how long it takes. Those include my "Roommates from Hell"-Toji series, and the "I wannna tie the knot" one with Satoru. The Toji one will admittedly take more time, since I've stopped fixating on him, but the next chapter of the Satoru one is close to completion. Or I might break it into more chapters cause it's turned huge. We'll see.

Anyways! My personal goal is to have a work out by the end of October. I won't be participating to Kinktober this year, but if everything turns out well and I get a feel of my own writing back, I might be able to get more work done faster.

I wanna apologize to my readers as it wasn't my intention to string them along. Writing has been my passion and not getting to write took an even bigger toll on my mental health, but I wanna come back to it. Thank you everyone for your support, even if not many of you get to read this.

See you again soon!

[sisterbloomers]

Doodle of the guys

[kudiikis]

Okay so I have a roomate from Hell. He’s 34 years old and does nothing but smoke weed and play video games all day. Hes also a streamer and like a teacher? Idk. He doesn’t clean, doesnt buy shared stuff like tp and trash bags. Ive talked to him about and he doesn’t care. We live in a prewar building in NYC and so we are prone to mice and roaches if basic cleaning isnt done. I cleaned my ass off the first few months living with him to prevent this and it worked. Lately i stopped bc i got fed up being a mother to a 34 year old man whos lived on his own ( but not without roommates ) for ten years. I do my own dishes and I keep my room, bathroom and kitchen clean but the living room i dont touch bc hes always in there getting high and leaving trash. He is constantly leaving his dishes for weeks and the trash and just is gross all around and the roaches are coming back in the kitchen sink and the mice are back. Now ive caught and killed all the ones I see and Im like Dude. This is a problem clean. And he just shrugs and says whatever. Tonight I reached my fucking limit. I just did my laundry and moved my bed to put my sheets and A DEAD FUCKING MOUSE WAS UNDER MY BED FUCKING. ROTTING.

I DIDNT SMELL IT BECAUSE THIS HOUSE IS OVERPOWERED BY THE WEED HE SMOKES MORNING NOON AND NIGHT.

I cant move out bc i literally have no money, i cant afford an apartment on my own bc i dont make the 40x they’re asking for a $300 studio apartment and I dont want to live with any other roommate in free of this happening again. Ive talked to him and he doesnt care. I moved in with him his name is on the Lease Lease and im just like. A roommate. I have no family they are dead. What Do I Do.

Also, here’s pictures to prove it:

[elnotwoods]

evil has been defeated - my roommate finally moved out

[is-not-a-unicorn]

Shit House

Here I am, perpetually cleaning up after the roommates. My dear husband wants to work on the yard so we spent yesterday clearing up the tumbleweeds and I shoveled a year's worth of dog shit from the back yard.

No more poop. My roommates are never going to clean up after their dog, but I'm hoping they will if we plant grass.

We also tore out a stump from the front yard. My husband rented a dumpster so we got rid of the mountain of tiles we tore out of the living room. My roommates never house trained their dog and she RUINED the floors in the living room/kitchen. It's disgusting.

[oddlywired]

Thinking about my roommate back in uni who was so insecure that he once yelled at me for "stealing his knowledge to seduce women" when I was discussing the lecture we were both in with the *lecturer of that class*.

Anyway not spoken to him in years, hope he got therapy.

[lunachickchat]

We’ve all had that one roommate—the kind that makes you question your life choices! Join Sarah and Whit as they dive into the hilarious horrors of living with a roommate from hell, featuring a special guest with their own tale of woe. This is the stuff of nightmares!

LISTEN HERE:

https://www.podbean.com/wlei/pb-4svnu-174bb34

[dragongodryss]

"And they were roommates"

[notninani]

out of context doodles

[lgbtqreads]

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[stayatsam]

what the fuck do you mean printers have subscriptions now for how much ink you can use out of a cartridge

[docjwatsonmdblog]

Roommate from Hell Part 3

It's 5.24 a.m. I heard the ruckus from the living room again. So I went to check, and what do I see? My flatmate, armed with an enormous sword. Doing whatever the hell. Maybe slaying imaginary enemies. It's insane! I quickly retreated to the safety of my room. Or he might stab me. And now it's suddenly silent. Either he's gone to bed or stabbed himself to death. Either option seems too good to be true. At least he hasn't stabbed me. Yet. Maybe I can finally have some shut-eye now.

[carlyraejepsans]

i wish i had more energy to draw and plot lately i NEED to make the insane daemoverse flowisk situationship real. i need you guys to see my vision

[cottoncandysprite]

Job I really wanted was the first of like 15 jobs to respond in 3 weeks of applying and hit me with the "here's some other positions in towns you don't live in to apply to!" Chat am I cooked