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[eremitical]

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5 fave songs atm:

hymie’s basement - American Too

2003. rough indie pop (hint of midwest emo w/ clear hip hop influence) with simple & cyclical lyrics which still resonate.

“If you’re lonely, get a lobotomy”

Big Thief - Black Diamonds

2017. really loving big thief lately. hits me right where the desire lives.

“you could cry inside my arms. you could cry inside my arms like a child. you could cry”

bar italia - split ends

2020. sexy baseline and amp crackle. short and sweet. been looping it quite a lot. fun to sing along to while wine drunk.

“i don’t swim in the rain cus it gets on my skin, i dont try to be sorry i already am”

NINA - Grandiosee

2022. hypnagogic pop. under a minute. absolutely hypnotic.

i always mouth along to the “wauhwauhwauh” sound

The Crying Nudes - Bandit

2023. indie pop w/ sexy sounds like the past two on the list.

“you don’t have one more straight face left”

tagging:

@virgincognito @metaecstatic @fetasprite @toocooltobeforgotten @gumdizzies

[myriadium]

5h4D0w (meaning light), 7'3'', [they]/he, chimera build (sleeper base),

notoriously unpredictable and chaotic, shadow was ranked third out of the vestals and first in darkus brawlers. he's very much a loose cannon and some wonder if he's all that useful to the vexos.

despite the uncontrollable spontaneity he exhibits, others are surprised to know that he consistently likes to pester mylene, who refused to be seen with him when he's in that "hideously inaccurate human illusion". Would you believe that his current human form is his fourteenth version? He keeps changing it around, and not a single time did it look accurate.

i realize that i've never showed how vestal's mouths work. their faces move up to reveal it. their "teeth" don't do the chewing, they're just there to prevent escape because vestals are primarily photosynthesizers but secondarily carnivores. They prefer to keep their mouths hidden because exposing it is a sign of extreme vulnerability, but shadow does not give a fuck lmao.

brawlers' comments:

Umm...I don't know what he's playing at. I can tell he's good but uh...his playstyle is very unorthodox. I'm actually surprised that they're ranked as high as they are, but watching replays of his previous battles show that his opponents are usually the ones making bad plays. I think somehow he's able to throw them off and get them to mess up, which is a valid strat, I suppose.

Hm? Oh, I mean he doesn't usually play the explosive high risk/high reward moves that darkus is known for (those moves are the strongest, since the vestal battle format doesn't let you sacrifice other Bakugan). he plays like a DoT oriented Aquos player.

- Alice

I didn't even know Vestals had mouths. Usually the holes in their faces let them make whistling sounds to communicate but Shadow just sounds like he's screaming. it's very haunting, and I think even other vestals are thrown off by them. baron seems scared of him, so that should say something.

I definitely agree with Alice; he's a strange player. I usually don't go for psychological warfare in Bakugan battles but to each their own, I guess.

- Shun

I enjoy psychological warfare in Bakugan brawls. It lends an extra dimension to battles that allows even a novice player to beat a more experienced player if the latter has little experience with targeted harrassment. [5h4D0w] is a mediocre player, but [they]'re very good at throwing off [their] opponents with taunts and...acting like a fool, admittedly. However, his win rate is quite good for his skill level, so [they]'re definitely someone to look out for.

I'm not sure how [M_y|_E|\|e] can stand him. I suppose [they] are usually paired up with [5h4D0w] on missions so [they] just learned how to tune out his [absurdity]. I can't help but respect that.

- M/RA

[tillthelandslide]

Insufferable Arsehole (When In Rome) Part 10 - Step Into Your Skin Instagram AU

A/n: hello everyone, I'm back with another insta au, I've changed the format up a little bit and added some colours, think it makes it easier to read but let me know what you think...

If you haven't read this series so far, here are the links, any support would be greatly appreciated, I truly do love you guys so much.

Taglist: @scooby-doodoo @thereisaplaceintheheart @theoriginalwhatsername (if you want to be added please just drop me a message 🫶🏼)

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thisislou:

thisislou well then... 😍

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trumanblack don't feel like tagging me love?

↳ thisislou dont want you getting any more attention, you're mine ❤️

↳ trumanblack that I am ❤️

bedforddanes75 I miss you both

↳ thisislou miss you more

rass1975 Rome looks good on him

↳ thisislou that it does 🫠

thisislou:

thisislou I'd stay with you here forever, you with those dark eyes and darker hair, the epitome of beauty, you put Adonis to shame, with the way you paint my brain, with everything that is you, you with those dark eyes and darker hair. The epitome of beauty.

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trumanblack I love you

↳ thisislou I love you more Healy ❤️

bedforddanes75 that's pretty

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charli_xcx hot... Wish you'd write these things about me

↳thisislou are you flirting with me Charlotte?!

↳ charli_xcx I will if you keep using my full name

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thisislou breaking news ‼️ I'm never leaving Italy.... Let's just stay here forever @trumanblack

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bedforddanes75 umm no?

↳ thisislou you and @charli_xcx are here all the time anyway

↳ charli_xcx @thisislou still mad that you stole our wedding destination

↳ thisislou omg stop we didn't get married!

rass1975 na please don't, please come back, I happen to like you... And he's alright I guess

75fan love the way Mattys just straight up like sure

thisislou:

thisislou Rome on film @trumanblack

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mattyloustan why would I not be surprised if they just went to Rome to elope?

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↳ mattyloustan HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?!

↳ the1975updates she posted a picture on her story of them and you could see it 🥹 I posted a screenshot of it on my page

the1975updates:

the1975updates THIS!!!

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↳ thisislou @the1975updates you're the sweetest... I can promise you all we didn't get married though

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loufanpage he's so whipped it's adorable

ilovemattyxlou I can't deal 😭

fan1 on his ringer finger too?! that man wants to make a wife out of her

fan3 "All of those dreams where you're my wife"

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fan4 I swear they've gotten married... I just know it. And in Italy too? Fucking cute

↳ fan3 check Lou's comment bb

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trumanblack I love you with all my heart

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thisislou see sometimes I look like the type of girl you'd take home to your mum... 📸 @trumanblack

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"Moving Forward, Spiraling Downward Chapter 6- Swallow Your Pride"

THE BIG ONE...

Want to start off with content warnings again

CW for brief mentions of addiction and death, suicidal ideation, and warning for emetophobia

ALSO IMPORTANT!!! Since g as a currency is REALLY weird in game, I decided to come up with a basic format that will be used through the fic. Every 100g is equivalent to 1 USD. So 100g is a dollar, 1000 is ten, 10,000 is a hundred (so on and so forth). I mention this bc there's a number mentioned here that seems CRAZY high, but is actually equivalent to around 2,000 dollars.

AO3 Version Here

Tumblr Version beneath the cut!

Years back in college, it had been tradition for Shane and his friends to spend the last Friday of each month to ditch all plans and responsibilities, using it instead to hang out with each other. They often got incredibly busy as the semesters progressed, leaving little time for each other outside of gridball practice and classes. But that day was something to look forward to, a day with no other worries than their little group. Even though they weren’t here anymore, Shane had been making an effort to keep the tradition alive in the only way he could. 

Right after getting Jas from school, he drove right over to the cemetery where they rested, laying down a blanket and sitting with her by their headstones. Jas would just talk about her day, about what she got up to at school that morning, what she and her friends would talk about. Sometimes the two of them would have a snack, sit there for a while and just think. On most occasions, it put Shane at ease. Not today, though. 

He barely paid attention to Jas’ story of the day, he couldn’t. His mind was somewhere entirely different, unable to focus on anything other than the headstones in front of him, and the photo plaque sitting beneath the etched names. Looking at the two of them, looking into their eyes, he just felt shame. He wanted so badly to tell them he was sorry, for everything. He desperately wanted to hear them say they forgave him, that they understood the circumstances. Shane wasn’t the same man he was when they asked him to be Jas’ godfather, and he was sure he’d never be that man again. Back then he was so naive, so full of joy. But time had turned him into a bitter, tired man, and he could only hope they’d understand.

He remembered what he promised at their funeral. “I’m gonna do right by you.”. If they could see him today, would they have thought he kept that promise? Was he doing right by them? He hoped he was, but deep down he knew they’d be so deeply disappointed in him. If Jas wasn’t here with him, he’d be groveling at the site, pleading for their forgiveness for just how much he’d fucked up this past year alone. Every word he wanted to say to them ran through his head, every fiber of his being begging for them to be able to hear it, wherever they were now.

“Uncle Shane?”

He snapped out of his daze, looking to see Jas tugging at his sleeve, “What’s up, Jas?”

“Did you hear my question?” 

“No… no sorry, my head’s been funny today,” he sighed, looking apologetic, “I’m listening now though, what’s wrong?”

“Umm…” she suddenly looked nervous to ask.

She looked towards the photo plaque Shane had been staring at, “Today, teacher told me they’re with Yoba… is it true?” she asked, a genuine curiosity in her voice. 

Shane frowned, confused as to why her teacher would be talking about that with her. It sounded like he needed to have a chat with them next time he dropped her off, “How’d that come up?”

“I told her we were visitin’ them..’” Jas shrugged, “And she told me that…. Are they?”

“They…. Of course they are, Jassy,” Shane held her close to his side, “They were good people, great people. Where they are now, no one’s ever sad, nothing bad happens to anyone. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Are you gonna go be with Yoba?” Jas’ voice cracked just a bit, “So you won’t be sad anymore?”

“No, no… Not for a long, long time, kiddo,” he hugged her tight, giving her a smile, “I’m not goin’ anywhere,”

He caught a glimpse of the time on his watch, seeing the hour was starting to grow late. He didn’t have much more time before Rich’s deadline, and he still needed to grab his paycheck. Giving an exaggerated huff, he motioned his head towards the car, “Time to go, we have to stop at work,”

“Aww it’s borin’ there…” Jas whined, “And it smells funny.”

“Yeahhh I don’t like it either. Uncle Shane’s gotta get his paycheck though.” he stood, motioning for her to follow, “Won’t be too long, I promise.”

Jas gave him a pouty expression and continued to sit, still not interested in going. Shane sighed in frustration. Why must she be difficult when they were under a time crunch?, “I’ll give you a quarter for the candy machine if you get in the car, okay?”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Jas immediately hopped up, running off to the car even faster than him. Shane just shook his head, getting the two of them settled in and driving off.

The moment he walked into the store, Shane’s coworkers got hush, giving him awkward glances and whispering to each other as he walked back towards the boss’ office. It was completely surreal. They looked like they had just seen someone die, like there was a ghost in their midst. It made him feel uneasy, a sick feeling creeping up his throat. He couldn’t explain it, he didn’t even know why they were giving him that look, but he knew it couldn’t be from anything good. 

Jas caught wind of it too, whispering softly, “Why are they lookin’ at you like that?”

“I dunno…” Shane whispered back, trying to shake the growing feeling of unease from his mind.

He sat Jas down at the chairs in front of the office, pulling a 25g coin from his pocket and placing it in her palm, “Go get somethin’ while you wait, okay? I’ll be right back,”

“Okay!” Jas was about to run off before Shane snapped his fingers to get her attention. Giving her a knowing look, he spoke sternly, “No gum, Jas,” the two of them remembered well what had happened last time she got it, and the last thing Shane or Jas wanted to do was spend another 3 hours trying to get it out of her hair again. She gave him a quick nod and ran off once again.

Once she was off to the machines, Shane knocked on the office door, getting greeted by the store owner instead of his boss. It took him aback for a minute. He was rarely here, only on special occasions… or when someone was in trouble. Based on the look on his face, Shane had a gut feeling he was in trouble. 

“You’re Tom, right?” he asked sheepishly, earning a less than impressed look by the older man, “It’s Mr. Lidle to you.” he snipped, giving Shane the dirtiest look he’d gotten in a long while.

“Sorry.. I’m just here to get my paycheck, can I see Andy?” He stood on tip-toe to look for his boss in the office, feeling uneasy when he got a glimpse of the scene inside. Andy was indeed in his office, sitting nervously at his desk, staring down at a hefty stack of papers. Nothing too out of the usual there besides the expression. But next to him was an officer. He was in full uniform, and he looked terrifying. What the hell was going on?

“Let’s talk about that paycheck, actually,” Lidle grumbled, motioning for Shane to follow. Reluctantly, he stepped into the office, feeling himself grow more anxious by the second. Lidle pointed to an empty chair in front of the desk, “Sit.” he demanded. 

He did as he was told, sitting up straight and folding his hands neatly on the desk to show he was listening. Lidle stood behind the desk, folding his arms, “Andy, do you want to tell him what’s going on?”

The younger man couldn’t look Shane in the eye, obviously nervous and reluctant to be a part of this conversation. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t form the words. He shook his head, earning a frustrated groan from Lidle. 

“I have to do every damn thing around here…” he grumbled, shooing Andy from the seat and taking his place, looming over the table, “Let’s keep this short and sweet, shall we? For starters, you’re fired. Effective immediately.”

Shane opened his mouth to protest, immediately getting a hand shoved in his face, “I’m still talking,” Lidle barked, “Take a look at these for me, will you?”

He passed over the stack of papers,  which Shane could now see was written in a very confusing format. Each page was covered in a list of seemingly random inventory items, all with varying quantities that didn’t quite make sense to Shane. He furrowed his brow, looking back up to his bosses in confusion, “Wh… what is this?”

“That, Shane, is an itemized list of everything you’ve shoplifted since you’ve begun working here. You do know we check the cameras, right?”

“I-I didn’t-”

“Andy here finally decided to get me involved in this, handed over the tapes so we could get these receipts together. There was a frankly abysmal amount to pour over. Do you want to explain yourself?” 

Shane took a deep breath, trying to collect himself before speaking. He was obviously shaking, his skin pale and clammy, “It’s been h-hard to afford groceries… I have a kid and I need to make sure she’s eatin’, so I’ve been takin’ things from the back for her,”

“And what exactly does she need from the beer counter, Shane? Hmm?” Lidle asked, tone dripping with sarcasm.

Shane froze, unable to look Lidle in the eye. Even still, he could tell that his expression was full of anger, just from hearing his tone of voice alone. Lidle huffed, “I asked you a question.”

“I.. I don’t have an explanation.” he warbled, feeling faint. It was already embarrassing enough being caught, talking about his problem too would’ve killed him. He felt ready to pass out from the anxiety he felt right then and there, his chest tightening with each passing moment. 

Andy finally spoke, using a much softer, understanding tone, “Shane, we’ve discussed the situation for some time now, and we’re giving you two choices here.”

“What…?”

“The first option is using this paycheck to pay for the damages,” Andy explained, “We’ll forget any of this happened, and you just go home today without it, clean slate.”

He took a moment to pause, reluctantly looking toward the officer in the corner. He closed his eyes tight, feeling so pained. Andy thought Shane was a good guy. Yeah, he could be a bit of a slacker somedays, and his work sometimes needed a do-over, but he was always a good guy to be around. He had tried for so long to ignore the theft, knowing that most of it was necessary, but he couldn’t protect him anymore. Yoba, he hated doing this. 

“If… If not, Mr. Lidle has decided to press charges. I-I’m gonna be honest, it doesn’t look good for you, Shane. This is over 200 thousand g worth of damages. That’s five years jail time…” Andy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I don’t want that for you. I don’t want that for your kid.”

“You have until 5 to make your decision,” Lidle stated flatly, “And if you don’t decide, I’ll do it for you... I don’t think you want me to do that,”

“There’s nothing else I can do…?”

“Shane, it was hard enough to fight to even give you a choice,” Andy sighed, “I did all I could, this is the best we can offer.”

Shane took shaky, shallow breaths, staring down at his lap while his mind raced. If he let them take the check, he’d be evicted by tomorrow. If he didn’t, he would go to jail, and Yoba knew what would happen with Jas. He already couldn’t bring himself to talk to Marnie, how the hell would he handle calling her to tell her about this, to ask her to take Jas in while he was in prison? No matter what he chose, no matter what he did, his life was about to change for the worst. Only one option didn’t result in the worst case scenario. Closing his eyes tight, he reluctantly made his choice. 

“Keep the check.” he mumbled, his voice hoarse and defeated. Lidle nodded slowly, breathing out through his nose, “Good choice. Now get the hell out.”

Shane nodded, slowly rising from his seat and stumbling towards the door. Jas was sitting patiently on the chair outside, swinging her legs as she ate a handful of fruit candies she had gotten from the machine. She smiled when she saw her godfather emerge, hopping up from her seat and following alongside him, “Did you get the money?”

When Shane didn’t respond, Jas immediately got the feeling something was wrong. He looked so sad, so upset. She held out her hand with the candies in it, offering one to him. Having a little treat always made her feel better when she was sad, maybe it would help him! He slowly shook his head, swallowing back a sob, “Nah, it’s… it’s okay Jas, thank you,” 

The drive back home was incredibly tense. He kept looking at the clock, seeing the time creep up. It was well past 5:00 pm, the final deadline Rich had given him, and he was empty handed. It was the best decision he could’ve made, the only one he could’ve made, but in no way would any of this be okay. He looked in the rearview mirror, watching Jas sit in her carseat, playing quietly and contentedly with two of her dolls. How was he supposed to explain to her that they were going to need to leave the apartment? That they had nowhere to go? He desperately tried to think of a story to tell her in his head, something that wouldn’t be scary for the little girl.

“Maybe I’ll just say we’re camping… yeah, that’s it…. Or that we’re going on a road trip… but where the hell would we go?” his head was spinning, his thoughts jumbling up with each other. He could barely grasp the situation himself, how the hell was he going to help Jas grasp it? 

Getting back to the apartment building, Shane saw the dreaded red paper taped on his door. Seeing it in person finally sealed the deal for him. This was real, not just some nightmare scenario that made him anxious. He’d been evicted. Ripping the paper from the door, he scanned it over and over, as if he was hoping the next read-over would somehow change what it said. The words remained, though. He had until tomorrow morning to be out. Jas tugged on his sleeve, looking deeply concerned, “What’s wrong?”

Shane crumpled the paper in his hands, taking a deep breath before kneeling to her eye level, forcing a smile, “It’s fine, Jassy, I’m fine… I’m gonna need your help with somethin’ though, okay?”

“What is it?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. Shane breathed out, clasping his hands together as he spoke, “Well… we’re gonna go on a trip! A long one, so we have to get eeeeverything together that we can fit in the car.”

“Really?!” Jas instantly sounded excited, bouncing up and down at the thought of a trip, “To where?!” 

Shane let out a short laugh, “You’ll see! It’s gonna be a surprise.” 

He opened the door, watching Jas excitedly run in and take a look around the room, thinking long and well, “Can I take anythin’ I want?”

“Anythin’ you want!” Shane confirmed, ‘As long as it fits in the car,”

Jas immediately ran to grab her plushies off her bed, piling them up to start a ‘take’ pile. She fluttered around the room, grabbing her dress up accessories, craft supplies, and her most favorite outfits of all. The pile was growing to be almost as tall as her now, just about every single one of her belongings sitting in it, not that she had that much to begin with. Shane focused on more practical items, grabbing his clothes, medicine, documents, and a few sentimental items he hated to part with. The box of old memories and VHS tapes was among one of the first things he grabbed. If there was anything he needed to take most, it was that. 

He looked back to Jas, seeing how giddy she looked as she packed her items into bags, stuffing each one tight with her belongings. He felt ready to break down, like he was going to be sick, but at least she looked happy. She wasn’t scared, wasn’t struck with the same worry that made him want to throw up. He was worried the trip story wouldn’t be believable, and he feared it would be less believable as time went on. Where the two of them would go he still had no idea, but he would figure it out. He always did.

The car was stuffed as much as it could be with their belongings, leaving the inside quite cramped and overfilled, though there was still much more inside the apartment. Furniture, dishes, and many personal belongings from both of them would need to be left behind. Shane silently cursed himself for choosing such a small car all those years ago. Getting into the driver's seat, he looked at the apartment building for the last time, huffing as he turned the key. 

“Alright back there, Jas?” he asked, getting a nod from the girl. She looked out the window as they drove away, leaning her head against the glass. Part of her knew this wasn’t just a fun trip, as much as she wanted to believe it was. They weren’t going back, and that was clear enough. They’d never taken this much for a trip before, no one did. Where they’d end up, she had no clue, and it scared her a little. She wanted to cry, but she knew Uncle Shane was already upset, and she didn’t want to make it worse. Using all her strength, she stopped herself from crying, squeezing a plush close to her as Shane sped through the city streets. 

She could see it in his face, just how dire all this was. They’d been on many trips before, and not once did he look distraught like this. Normally he’d be excited, blasting music, cracking jokes, talking with her. But the ride was silent, the only sounds coming from the city life outside their car, and the soft hum of the engine. Not a word was spoken by either of them, a silent understanding between the two that this was awful.

It was getting dark now, the sun starting to set over the city, and Jas could feel herself slowly lulling into sleep. As scared as she was, she trusted that Uncle Shane had it figured out, that when she woke up he’d have them somewhere safe and sound. It would be okay, it always was in the end. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut, sleep taking her for the night. 

Shane was trembling in the driver's seat at this point. He’d been in a state of shock earlier, so much happening at once that he wasn’t able to emotionally register it all and act accordingly. But now, it was all beginning to sink in. Everything was sinking in. Yoba, his life was so fucked up, and the only thing he could blame was himself. He had so many chances to receive help, and pushed them away every single time. If he had just let go of his pride, if he had just stopped being such a stubborn ass, everything would be okay. 

But here he was now. He was sick, growing sicker by the day, and starving. Looking in the mirror he looked like a dead man walking, scruffy, face sunken, clothes dirty and loose. He was in so much debt to just about everyone in the damn world at this point, an amount he’d never be able to pay off. He’d be in debt for the rest of his life at this point, the payments and looming anxiety of it all following him to his grave. And now, he was evicted, the only shelter he and Jas had being the car they sat in. No house, not a dollar in his pocket, nothing. The thought just about knocked the wind out of him. They were homeless. They were fucking homeless.

White-knuckle gripping the steering wheel, he began to feel himself panic. He couldn’t get enough air into his lungs, no matter how deep he breathed. It felt like his throat was closing up, like a hand was squeezing tight at his neck, digging it’s fingers in so deep that he’d bleed. He knew they weren’t safe living in the car,  but there was nowhere for them to go either. It was his fault too, all his fucking fault. He had destroyed every connection he had left, cutting off those who loved him, and for what? For his pride? He was letting the situation get this bad, a situation that also affected Jas, all because he was too prideful to accept any help? Christ, what a selfish man he was. 

He wanted to die, genuinely wished for death. He saw no way out of this situation, no way to get better. This was rock bottom. He’d dug himself into this pit willingly, destroying his life for no reason at all. Why was he like this? What was his fucking problem?! He just wanted to steer into oncoming traffic, get this shit over with and just stop feeling so damn miserable already. He’d let death take him, accepting that fate with open arms. The only thing stopping him from going through with it was little Jas in the backseat of the car. 

Looking back at her he just felt his heart break. He felt like a failure. Jas would be better off without him as a guardian, he was sure. He wasn’t fit to raise her, he didn’t think he ever was. Yoba, why did he say yes when Jason asked him to be her godfather? He never thought he’d actually have to live up to the title, no one ever does! It was supposed to be honorary, why did it have to end up like this? Why did Jason decide to take the route they did that night, going down a busy road on one of the craziest nights of the year? If he had just taken the one Amelia suggested, the one that actually made sense, they would’ve been fine.

Deep in his heart he believed he should’ve been the one to go all those years ago. Yoba, or whatever sick fuck was in charge of fate, made a horrible mistake that night. They took two amazing people, people who should be witnessing their daughter’s achievements and milestones, raising her in a proper home. But they weren’t. They couldn’t.

Tonight he could make things right. Shane had always felt too small and stupid to take control of his life, like a useless piece of soiled garbage flittering in the wind. But tonight, he had an opportunity to finally take control of it, if only he had the guts to do it.

But what about Jas? If he did this, where would that leave her? Was he really going to take away another guardian in her life, leave her alone, confused and scared? The thought wouldn’t leave his mind, making him more distressed by the moment. Images of how he’d do it kept flashing in his mind, playing over and over again. He didn’t actually want that. He didn’t want to end this, he truly didn’t. Why did his mind insist on making him think about it? Why couldn’t he just get a hold of himself already?

He was crying so hard at this point that he could barely see the road in front of him, a sick feeling creeping up his throat and into his mouth. He couldn’t do this, he just couldn’t. It was a miracle that his sobs weren’t waking Jas up. Finally gaining some semblance of control over himself, he swerved the car to the shoulder of the road, parking abysmally. He quickly stumbled out of the front seat and into the grassy patch just next to the road, shaking with each step.

The grief of it all pulled him to his knees, throwing Shane to the ground as he vomited into the grass below. His body trembled like a leaf as he let sobs wrack him, his cries verging on inhuman screaming. He didn’t know he was capable of making sounds like that. His throat burned, his voice hoarse and warbling. Years worth of pent up mourning and rage, at life and himself, forced its way to the surface. Curled up on the ground, gripping his hair so tight it felt like it would rip from his scalp, he let the grief take him. What was he going to do? How was he supposed to get back on his feet? There were few supports in place for people in his position, and the ones that did exist were a struggle to get into. He was completely, utterly fucked. He had nothing.

He lay like that for some time, until the smell of the vomit below him became too much to bear. Lifting himself up pathetically, he sat hunched over on his knees, trying to take in deep breaths of the air around him. He still couldn’t stop the sobs, trembling and hicc-ing as he tried everything to calm himself down. Oh, he felt like such a child right now. Part of him wished he was, longing for the simpler, happier days of his youth.

He remembered how Marnie used to comfort him when he was little, getting him wrapped in a blanket, sitting in front of the fireplace and hugging him close, letting him cry it out until he felt ready to talk. He would give anything to hear her tell him it was going to be okay, for her to hold him tight and sing to him just like she did when he was young. Leaning against the side of the car, he closed his eyes, trying to ground himself. He wished he never cut her out of his life, wished he could go back in time, prevent himself from ever saying those awful things and leaving without another word. She had been right since day one. He should’ve gone home, he should’ve been at the ranch this entire time.

What a mess he had made of things. He was absolutely certain she hated him now. Even if he tried to go home, would she let him? Would she accept him with open arms, or just slam the door in his face? He deserved it for his behavior this past year, the childish silent treatment he had given her. His self esteem was non-existent, he felt too terrible to ever forgive, not worthy of a second chance. The thought that someone could care for him unconditionally, that his family loved him, it felt like fantasy. He would never forgive someone like himself, why would anyone else? 

Furrowing his brows together, he rested his head on the cool metal of the car door, sighing with a shudder, “Yoba if you’re real, give me some kind of sign, please. Any sign, I don’t even care anymore…. I don’t know what to do…” he whispered in a shaky tone,”Anything… just tell me what to do…”

Opening his eyes he looked around at his surroundings, taking them in fully for the first time. He had been so panicked, so worked up during the drive, that he didn’t even notice where he was at first. He was on the bypass, the entry to the city’s main highway mere yards away from him. Cars whizzed by loudly on the left, folks traveling by without giving him a second glance. The streetlights slowly began to turn on as the sun fully set behind the mountains, the night beginning.

A bright yellow light came into view in front of him, piercing his red, swollen eyes with its intensity. He squinted and held up his hand to block it out. It took a moment for his vision to adjust, the light’s source coming into clear view. It was a floodlight mounted atop a bright green highway sign, illuminating it for all the nighttime travelers to see. It’s text was plain and simple, written in bold white letters:

“Stardew Valley- 10 Miles.”

His breath hitched as he read it, feeling something click in his mind. When he had asked for a sign, he didn’t mean something so… literal. But, a sign was a sign. Maybe he was meant to go home…  Maybe he was meant to do so a long, long while ago. Maybe getting thrown to the street was some force in the universe finally forcing him to stop delaying the inevitable, if it existed that is. He was feeling his stubbornness slowly break down, his prideful spirit turning humble. Thinking about going home made him feel… hopeful. The voice in his head that told him to do it on his own had finally shut itself up, sitting in silent agreement with Shane for once.

The glow of the floodlight touched his face, its warmth beckoning him. If he closed his eyes he could practically imagine himself sitting in front of the fireplace at Marnie’s, wrapped in that warm blanket. He could almost feel it. Whether or not she’d accept him coming back, he had no clue. But he would never know unless he tried. He felt the last bit of resistance crumble away, the voice of reason finally speaking in his ear.

Wiping the tears from his face, he took one last deep breath to fully ground himself. He was ready. Getting back into the car, he took another look back at Jas, who still lay asleep in her carseat, head lulled to the side. His decision was only cemented from there. He had to do what was best for her, not his ego. He would do right by Jason and Amelia like he promised to do years ago. Jas would thrive in the valley. She could actually have a life, a proper home surrounded by kind people in a safe environment. Why had he waited so long? For once he was going to listen to that voice of reason, take the advice of those much wiser than him. Turning the key in the ignition, he started the car up once again, merging right back onto the bypass, homeward bound. 

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Town square was still quite lively through the evening, vendors for the Stardew Valley Fair still having their booths up, allowing tourists to play games and enjoy the festivities provided. Many villagers were out and about too, the younger folk trying to see how many points they could wrack up at the games before the stands closed for the night, the elders of town preferring to spend their time talking amongst each other. It was a chorus of laughter and celebration, and regrettably, Marnie would not be joining them tonight. Between getting her grange display taken down and bringing the petting zoo animals back home, she was exhausted. Her entire body ached, begging to settle down for the first time in the day. 

Laying back on the living room couch in her robe and nightgown, listening to an old vinyl to unwind, she was living the life. She found herself feeling more at peace today. Maybe it was because of her conversation with Pam, maybe from a general sense of acceptance of her life. Maybe it was both. For the first time in a long while, Marnie rested easy. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt such peace, but it had to have been before Winter Star. Her fear for the wellbeing of her nephew and grand-niece had subsided, her mind suddenly feeling much calmer about it. Perhaps it was her intuition letting her know all was well wherever they may be. Even still, she missed them dearly, and that would never stop being the case.

Just as she was about to drift to sleep, a horrid noise was heard outside, the grumbling of an engine and the squeak of brakes. She groaned in frustration, fully expecting yet another tourist to pull up in front of the ranch in their loud vehicle. Plenty of them had been using the space in front of her home to park, sending the chickens into a tizzy each and every time. Didn’t they know that scared the animals? With a grumble she sat up, slipping on a pair of shoes and stomping towards the door. Oh she had half a mind to give whoever this was an earful, to scold them for the intrusion. What was a tourist doing coming so late, anyways?

A loud knock rang out at the door, stopping her in her tracks. That, she didn’t expect. The folks visiting tended to walk straight to town square for the festivities. What did they want from her? 

The knock came again, jolting Marnie back into action. She muttered under her breath about the inconvenience, grabbing the broom next to the door so she could use it to ward them off if need be. Grabbing the handle tight, she flung the door open, her expression grumpy and exhausted.

“What do you wa-” her annoyed tone of voice immediately softened, her voice cutting out as she took in the sight before her. It took her just a moment to recognize the man at the door. He looked so unkempt, the sweater and pants he wore far too large on him, his hair uneven and wild. But when she looked at his face and saw those green eyes, wide with both fear and hope, she knew who it was.

Shane cradled a sleeping Jas in his arms, looking at Marnie with a nervous expression. His chest felt tight again, he didn’t know what to expect. Marnie felt the broom slip from her hands, the rod falling to the dirt path with a loud thud.Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Was she dreaming?

The two of them just stared at each other, neither knowing what to say, where to begin after an entire year of no contact. Finally, Shane broke the silence, warbling out one simple sentence. 

“I’m home, aendi,”

[w0w0zella]

um hello!!! im gonna be making a. bugbo murderstuck au Masterpost of sorts! I guess! ill format it like a q&a but im making up some of these questions myself. So lets get into it :3

this is a really long post! b careful :3

"what is murderstuck?" murderstuck is a Bugbo AU that made/am making (complicated wip status lol)! its a story that takes place a month and a bit after the events of familiar foe. Very long story short, gerbo ends up getting killed (on accident), joe then kills bugbo (On purpose) and joe seeks out thomas flyswatter for help. i have a post here that goes more into the story if you'd like to see it! vvv https://www.tumblr.com/w0w0zella/728157783124574208/ill-post-these-together-awawy-from-the-rest-of-the?source=share 

currently it is a well defined plot line that i and a couple other people have made art for,, and a work in progress fanfiction!

"why is it called "murderstuck"?"

murderstuck is actually (Believe it or not lol) a Homestuck thing! murderstuck is a specific part in act 5 act 2 of homestuck where one character kills someone and then someone else kills THEM, so i was like  Fuck yeah that makes total sense for this au. In all honesty, i just called it that cuz i needed a name to jump back to in discord for easy finding and it. Stuck i guess GIGGLES lol.

i am currently.  Semi looking for new name suggestions! so if anyone has any ideas !!!   Tell me !! Please !! I have No idea!! ((by the way, because murderstuck is already technically a thing, you need to tag murderstuck posts with #bugbo murderstuck or #bugbo murderstuck au or else it will be drowned out by all the homestuck art :3

(question by geluga on discord) "where did joe get his cleaver ? is it the same way he just happened to have an axe in episode 2 or is it from something else?"

yeah no i didnt really think out him having a meat cleaver lol. lets say thaat. umm. He got it becuase he was preparing bugbo a Yummy Meal (Steak is his Favourite or some  shit idk) !!!

i do NOT rmember why i gave him a meat cleaver aswell. If you want a Good answer, the reason i gave him a meat cleaver and not his Trusty Axe is because his axe would have been far too dull and bulky to slit bugbos throat. if you want the TRUE answer Its because i forgot he had an axe at all and thought the meat cleaver would look cool

(question by onyx on discord) "did gj feel bad after The thing or did he feel like totally justified"

AMAZING QUESTION !!!! Gradient Joe feels EXTREME remorse. of course when he looks back on it he knows why he did it, but if we're being completely honest; bugbo was immobilized. he did not need to kill bugbo. if he had killed him while bugbo was choking him, that would be a different story. but he killed him while he was backed up into a tree, immobilized and begging for his life.

he feels extremely bad ! Very extremely bad!

(question from ANON in my ASK BOX) "DUDE I LOVE YOUR AU SM RAUGHHHHH also question uhh where is hoppo in the au? we havent really heard about her"

So. During the events of this au. she is. away. like she usually is. Dont really know where! Shopping at grocery market. back at war. lost at sea. you decide. (More info on hoppo in the next question

(question by kets on discord) "uuhhmmmm what is the absolute WORST ending this au could have realistically?????????? like if it didn't end whene thomas was ocmforting joe idk :3333333"

OKAY i coudl see this one of a couple ways. First way is, bugbo wins. bugbo succeeds in choking joe to death, And now he is alone (til hoppo gets back) i said this one first cuz its probably not the worst possible thing, but i think it would be pretty terrible!

second worst would be if Joe waited for hoppo to come back instead of going to thomas for help. In my humble opinion, i think that hoppo is very stubborn and VERY loyal. so. (to me at least) it stands to reason that if hoppo came back, she would side with bugbo VERY hard. she would probably fucking hate joes guts, and that would be the worst  thing for him after everything he already went through. Maybe they would Fight too idk…

Very first worst would be if joe just straight up killed himself after killing bugbo. I could see this as a thing he contemplated, but if he actually went through with it?  Oh my god Fucking imagine. all of there corpses there for hoppo to find when she comes back. Thomas rotting away in his lair without anyone to talk to (and without knowledge of bugbos death) for years? Devastating.

other notable endings include Joe OR bugbo Killing themselves directly after gerbos death, hoppo ending up killing joe out of anger when she comes back, Or (In a silly alternate universe that We made on Disc Ord…) bugbo comes BACK to life and DRAGS himself to go kill joe HIMSELF!!!!!!

(question by DEMO on DISCORD) "is gradient joe book smart or money smart" i am going to kill myself and its your fault i think. never speak to me again (Joke)

NOTABLE INFORMATION:

as stated before, you need to tag murderstuck posts with #bugbo murderstuck or #bugbo murderstuck au or else it will be drowned out by Homestuck stuff !! i want to see all of your art and things!! Thank you!!

you are ONE HUNDRED PERCENT WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED to make stuff surrounding this au! Please Please Show It To Me!!!

if you are drawing During Fight or. During Murdering bugbo or joe, here are some things to note! - bugbo attempts to choke joe to death during a part in the fight, and he almost succeds! This causes Permanent scarring on gradient joes neck, and scratch marks all over bugbos arms from joe clawing at them!!!

- joe ends the fight with his shirt partially open and his tie missing!

- joe breaks bugbos right leg! there is a noticable gash on his inner right knee!

- joe kills bugbo by slitting his throat with a meat cleaver!- after joe is done, he drags bugbos body over to where gerbo died! (he was crushed by the fallen Stone Structure!)

thank you all so much for the love and support with this au It means so much to me. thank you from the botom of my hart.  IF YOU HAVE ANY COOL IDEAS, MORE QUESTIONS, OR ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANNA SHOW/TELL ME, MY MESSAGES AND ASK BOX ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!!!!

[ap0stle]

WIP questionnaire tag game

THANK U FOR THE TAG @astramachina

umm the wip in question is TMNTDT aka Tell Me Not to Do This aka teenage mutant ninja turtle...dookie time

What’s the first part of your WIP that you created?

oough that was back in like... 2016? 2014? and i started with the first chapter right away which ended up being the fourth chapter and then became Nothing At All because i have wrecked this thang beyond recognition <3

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

definitely Burn a Church by Coma Cinema bc it's been in my mock-soundtrack playlist for years and fits the vibes really well :3 the playlist in question is kind of a mess and old as hell but i'll link that too just in case ^_^

What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

curtis definitely, i think i get caught up on the details of everyone but he is the most wholly developed and also umm. very similar to me so i love him dearly. he is the worst.

What other pieces of media do you think your fanbase would share?

if you like weird indie movies about young mentally unwell people that may or may not be queer and/or on da spectrum... you will enjoy my garbage and such movies as I Am Not a Serial Killer, As You Are, Super Dark Times, etc. ALSO magnus archives fans maybe bc of the whole Mold Cult thing that is still under development

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

settling on a format was and is still my number one struggle lol. i have switched between a book, comic, videogame, screenplay, website... i have like 50000 drafts scattered across different websites and applications and if this thing ever comes to life i think i will actually fucking ascend

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

ssssssssssort of. there are a lot of dead animals. and fungi. and mold. there have been some minor pet ideas thrown around for the more. Safe Environment characters but for the time being no actual lovable creatures :/ maybe eventually!

How do your characters travel/get around?

Juno's car because mr. dumbass dumped his murder truck into a river ^_^

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

....yes. in all seriousness i have so many different versions in different POVs and tenses it's a toss up as to what i work on and if it will even make it to the next round of editing LOL

What aspects (tropes, maybe?) will you think draw your audience in?

its not quite explicitly queer (in the latest version) but heavily HEAVILY implied and i feel like the stories that are sort of ambiguous about their queerness tend to draw more people in ?? or they're more popular anyway LOL. so trope: queerbaiting ????

deeply unwell man who has not slept properly in 600 years. the ladies love that shit

^ unreliable narrator ?

religious horror sort of?

bury your gays except. is he actually dead?? .....

What are your hopes for your WIP?

to settle on a fucking medium LMAO. i cannot for the life of me stick to one, or a point of view, OR a tense so um . makin a goddamn decision would probbaly make the writing process like 600 times easier

tagging UM. shaking my brain for writer mutuals ik ive tagged yall before but i cannot think rn so @hammity-hammer @aether-friskets @xxdrowninglessonsxx @deviantartidentitydisorder

anyway if anyone else wants do this just pretend u have been personally tagged ily THANK U AGAIN MITCH ♡♡♡

[sirenemale]

thoughts on current dragula season?

The way I scrambled to answer this.

anyway LOVE. I'm enjoying this season immensely. I'm glad the murder skits are back, I missed them after Titans. I think the cast is really strong, Nio, Cynthia and Fantasia are my favourites. I was only following Nio prior to the season and she's phenomenal. I'm a huge fan of the kind of body distortion, glamour monster kinda drag and she does it sooooooooooooooooo good, same with fantasia. Cynthia doll i think is just insanelyyyy fucking funny she's such a blast to watch on screen and I do love how grimed up her looks feel. I'm glad there were 2 drag kingssss, even if Jarvis and Throb didn't end up being particular favourites for me.

Erm. I do like that this show has such a clear vibe difference between seasons, both from noteable budget jumps and the Boulet's generally just playing around with the format, but I dooooo miss the energy from some of the earlier seasons. I particularly miss how they edited the floorshow's, with the backing screens to add a bit more cinema ect. Also miss the on location challenges, though I assume they had more of those in earlier seasons to accommodate for the small filming space. I think they were just really unique and fun.

I feel like Titans and this both feel just a tiny bit quiet in comparison. And there's starting to be a nit picking of branding / outfit quality which irks me. And I mean that in the most micro of micro ways I just really like the mentality Dragula has towards art and taking its monsters on their individual strengths instead of trying to squash them into a Winners mold. I don't want to see that energy dwindle you know. But it's also a really common idea on drag shows that your idea and concept needs to be immediately understood to be a good outfit. If it needs to be explained then it's failed its communication. Which I loatheeeee bc what is able to be recognized depends on the judges, who r usually running off western symbolism, association and iconography. Like that being said obviously ppl miss the mark, explain the outfit all you want if you showed up as a shark to a dog challenge then something's gone awry yknow but LMAO. It's like oh ur a crusty white dog what are you doing vs. like. you came dressed up as one of those pouch shark eggs or a loan shark and it doesn't READ as shark but it is related to a shark yk yk. I think about this a lot irt to drag and character design in general. Can you tell I'm a design student who's slightly annoyed with course work. I think about this a lot haha.

anyway that aside. Season rules. I really like the floorshow themes, I loved the 2 parter for monsters of rock. I'm hoping and assuming we'll get a dnd ep since that's another one of their constants. I'm an ep behind but I know this next one is a kaiju floorshow which I'm soooooooooo excited for.

Umm I think Matthew Lillard being a guest judge and seeming like he was bewildered to be there was fuckign awesome. Saying, you know when you say drag the first thing that comes to mind is Matthew Lillard is one of the funniesttttt guest judge lines in the show to meeee

ALSO THE AMOUNT OF TIMES THAT KOCO HAS ROCKED UP AS A SPECIAL GUEST. I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU. MOTHERRRRR. she's litearlly a third boulet to me

[atangledfate]

Not sleeping had its down sides, you ended up bored as fuck and trying to find anything to pass the time. Last few days had been filled with lots of pacing, playing phone games, and stacking dominos and knocking them over. Everyone probably thought it was so cool! OH YOU NEVER SLEEP NEAT! bullshit it was a pain in her tail! and when she DID sleep! she only had nightmares of floatin' in that damn tank. But at least today she had something to take her mind off it all. The first day at the Museum, the first day of cleaning her act up.

She had just shoved her toothbrush in her mouth when she heard the phone ping. Glancing down at it as it was currently playing some tunes to jam to in the morning. She loved this song, but she flicked her phone as she kept right on brushing and noted it was Carol. She paused and chewed on her tooth brush as she checked the message.

@wildcatofgreen

Right she thought to herself, she DID need to talk to her about that, even if she didn't think there was much Carol could do on her part. But it was kind of concerning, and then there was the whole over charged thing. Damn she needed to talk to her in person that wasn't something she wanted to discuss in text format to easy to trace.

Greenthunderbolt: Oh yo! Yea i wanna talk in person Greenthunderbolt: Kind of about your Gem... Greenthunderbolt: an another thing Greenthunderbolt: Think you can meet me after this whole work thing? Greenthunderbolt: Kind of important, not life threatening just ... Greenthunderbolt: Dun think its smart to discuss yer gem on very traceable texts.

Surge might have been a bit dull in some respects but she was still paranoid as fuck! She went back to getting ready, pulling out the tooth brush and staring at it. She ruined it of course, another toothbrush down the drain. She wondered if her chompers were naturally this way or one of starlines fucked up ideas. She shrugged and rinsed her mouth out and tied her hair up and gave herself a look in the mirror.

" ah whose a bad bitch? damn straight i am! hehe... ok Kit i'm out till late if ya need me call but only if ya absolutely gotta. "

" Umm ok... got it... be careful? try not to upset anyone..."

Surge just waved her hand and out the door she went! Today was gonna be fine she told herself. What was the WORST that could happen to her? not like anyone down there was an asshole or a jerk or anything right? She was probably the worst one there! she could handle it!

[oneiricazalea]

sentimental posting ehehe

Today I went into A State and transferred many, many roleplay docs between myself and a friend over to toyhouse because umm fuck g**gle, and she and I both just felt more secure having our things collected somewhere that felt safer. Re-formatting is a pain, even when using the ao3 html converter plugin, but! I think I'm finally done!

Including things like our word-based dividers, names etc., we've written somewhere around 3,393,200 words over the past 14~15 years of writing together... probably a few thousand more, from roleplays that sank with Quizilla, before I started keeping a log. It's a lot of memories. It doesn't feel real that so many of these OCs have actually existed since then. It was really nice to skim through a bunch of those stories and see how we've both evolved as writers... Sometimes I forget that like with drawing, you can read old things and see how far you've come.

Maybe not a very productive day in other ways, but I'm happy with it 😭

Something a little funny is that we met because of a Bleach roleplay ad, but it never went anywhere - we somehow ended up doing originals instead? and then we never touched a fandom RP again until 2018, and it was because I was mega fixated on Dynasty Warriors and the three kingdoms period in general loool

Friend is amazing for dealing with me all this time 💕

[burning-sol]

here is the little art summary for the year. i hope you appreciate that i didnt pick an exandroth artwork every month by golly :) tho i apologise for the format of this you see my canvas sizes vary so much i couldnt make this look normal. all the art is in order except the last three the ayva art was october the eldritchstrings banner november and the dress you guy have not seen until now is december art.

i think i have definitely improved but also you can really see how fucked up my process is becausee umm none of these are drawn the same way. at all. you can tell it's my art but this is what i mean when i say that my style is a bit fucked up :)

[xokaus]

YOUR SMILE

☆ joel miller x f! reader￨sfw content￨wc: 1.9k

when ellie met joel she understood he was just gonna be out for her neck, but she never expected him to be dating such a sunshine— or anyone for that matter.

ellie x reader (platonic). no description of reader but it kinda puts forth that your clumsy. grumpy x sunshine trope. kissing (you kissed his cheek). is base around episode one — gif credits: rightful owner (can’t find @, sorry) !

𝓴aus. another bae that i haven’t written about, but just to let y’all know he’s mine, i decided to.

ellie rather hated joel. she had no choice, he was so stuck up and an asshole that she just wanted to sock him in the face any minute. she thought about it even when they first met in the hall all the way until they reach his apartment. at his apartment, joel “politely” let ellie go in first and she quickly realizes it’s a trap when he doesn’t step in after her.

“stay put,” joel says before closing the door behind himself.

“what the fuck!?” she yells but the door was already shut. she had no room to protest anymore so she just spent her mean time looking around the front room.

she found some junk—well at least junk to her, a top 60s radio hits book and some photos of him and some woman. the photos laid in a stack but ellie interrupted their formation by flipping through them. some were photos of just the woman, smiling sweetly or they were of joel and her, her being the one taking the picture. they were cute but she couldn’t tell what they were to each other until one photo— the last one in the stack to be specific. 

it was one of him and the beautiful woman standing in front of a cabin. ellie could tell easily that there was nothing behind them but earth. she doubted they even had service. the two people stood close, front bodies touching. the woman’s arms were wrapped around joel’s neck to lean him down to her short, compared to him, height. they both looked lost in each other’s eyes, but mostly joel to ellie. the way his normal frowned face was soft, relaxed and smiling ellie could tell he was in bliss.

she wondered why he was so stuck up the ass now. “tess!” ellie hears joel call in the halls to his friend before he stumbles back into the apartment, face more frowned then before. “fuck,” he whispers, throwing his book bag on the couch. “so… who’s the woman?” she asks immediately after, not caring if she pissed him off more. he’s confused and she holds up the pictures up between her thumb and index finger with raised eyebrows.

“what, does it matter?” he mumbles before snatching the photos from her grasp. soon after, joel and ellie hears slight rustling on the other side of the wall where the bed sat. the rustle wasn’t the only thing that let the two know there was someone else present but the sound of footsteps did too.

“joel?” you call, walking into the front room where ellie tries to stop her jaw from dropping on the floor. ellie instantly knows you as the woman in the pictures. after wiping the sleep from your eyes, you spot ellie and you smile.

“joel, who’s this?” you asked, excited to see a new face.

“this is umm…” he silently debated on whether to tell you but knows you’ll figure it out eventually. “ellie.” your face seems to brighten more at her name. the way your smile is making ellie’s heart melt makes her think joel kidnapped you and force you to be his. no, not that the smile was forced but that it was sooo sweet, like candy.

“hi, ellie!” you chuckled, walking over to her, excitement in your steps. she could only look at you in confusion and a bit of admiration. ellie wondered how someone so sweet could be dating a grumpy old man like him.

“i’m y/n. make yourself at home. i’ll go get us some water, ya?” you smile before turning around to see if joel wanted anything but he doesn’t say anything so you go the walk past him towards the kitchen but he’s quick to stop you.

“there’s no need to do that, sweetheart,” he says, sweetly and ellie can’t believe it. at his voice, you stop quickly in front of him.

“why? she’s a guest,” you explain, and joel lightly sighs. he loved your sweet soul, it always seemed to brighten his day on his lowest, but sometimes he had to be the one to level you a bit. yes, you could take care of yourself but sometimes you were kind to the wrong people.

“i’d like some water, if that helps,” ellie shrugs, sitting down in the chair in the corner with a teasing grin to joel who only glares at her. ellie being the “wrong people” as he knew of, for now.

“see! i’ll be quick, promise,” you smile so big and pretty up at him. his eyes soften at the looks of you, and ellie catches it. there is no way, she thinks.

as quick as the debate started, it ended like it always did. he could never really stop you from being… well, you. “fine… just don’t hurt yourself getting the cups,” he sighs and you nod, kissing him on the cheek quickly before heading to the kitchen (which is like 5 steps away from where they are).

without much thought, ellie whispers something to herself. “there’s no way.” joel hears, as he walks over to the couch. “what?” he questions, and ellie could only stare at him in disbelief. “there’s no way she’s your wife. she’s too sweet,” she shakes her head, giving a quick glance to you, who was now humming something softly to yourself as you grabbed a cup from the shelve.

ellie hadn’t noticed joel had laid down and closed his eyes until he had mumbled out a “shut up” to her, forcing her to look his way. before she could whisper out something else, you turn around. two cups of water in hand, you walk over to her, looking at the cups the entire time to make sure it doesn’t spill.

once you make it to her, she takes it with a light smile. “thank you,” ellie says and you nod. you take a seat at the wooden table and sip on the glass of water you got for yourself.

“are you two… a thing?” ellie asks, slight disgust on her face as she looks between you and sleeping joel. you lightly laugh at her choice of words, and you nod. “yeah, we’re married,” you replied. as if someone is telling her something mind blowing, she sits up more in her chair. “how? he’s such an asshole,” she rolls her eyes at the man who’s mumbling lightly in his sleep, steps away from her.

“he’s a big teddy bear, i swear. he just acts grumpy some times is all,” you shrug, giving a glance to him. she sees the warmth in your eyes become warmer. “sometimes?” ellie mumbles under her breath before turning her attention to the window. “what was that?” you ask and she’s quick to snap her head back around. “nothing,” ellie smiles timidly.

 2023 kausstar.

[megumis-lashes]

Sugary Sweet

Pairing: Young! Wakasa Imaushi x reader 

AN: Umm this was just supposed to be a drabble i have no idea how it became this but.. enjoy ig lmao. Update: I switched it all to his first name since I used his surname accidentally 🗿

Word Count: 2.2k (yes i get carried away what about it hmm) 

Contains: Legit just fluff lol, princess is used, fem reader is implied but i don’t think pronouns are specified at all, partially inspired by fall out boy (mainly Irresistable and Immortals) since i find their music extremely fitting for the formation of black dragon :>

Listening to Fall Out Boy! with teen Wakasa and Shinichiro, hanging out in the ravenettes room after school.

Wakasa, signature lollipop in hand, sat on the bed, bored eyes surveying the room as he occasionally tinkered with Shinichiro’s belongings.

Shin was sitting at a rough old desk in the center of the room, staring intently at an old bike engine he was ‘sure as hell’ that he could fix up.

I sat in between the two, fiddling with a pencil and staring down diligently at my homework.

Out of the three of us, I attended school the most and was expected to keep my grades up. Second came Wakasa, who, despite skipping a lot to manage gang activities, was naturally gifted or so in school, managing to pass his classes with minimal effort. Last came Shinichiro. How that kid hadn’t been kicked out of school yet was a mystery to all. He was currently failing multiple classes, but whenever Waka or I would offer to tutor him, he would run off and get into a fight or continue working on his bikes.

“Hey Waka.”

“Yeah?” He replied

“I know you skip school all time time but do you know how to do this equation? Precalc is kicking my ass right now!” I sighed, banging my ahead against one of Shin’s pillows.

“Probably…. Here lemme take a look at it yeah?” Waka mumbled, slowing rising from his position on the bed and inching towards me.

“ EUREKA!!” Shin yelled, shooting up from his seat as his desk. He joyfully beamed down at the old engine in front of him.

“The fuck Shin? You scared the shit outta me man!” Wakasa sighed dramatically, dragging a hand through his messy blonde hair. My eyes lingered on the sight for a bit, internally sighing at how pretty he was without trying. I really didn’t blame all the girls for liking him. Despite the fact that he was a major delinquent in the area, he was genuinely a good guy, an attractive one at that.

“ Waka! I just hit the gold mine of the bike world! This engine looks amazing I gotta go try it out!” He scrambled from his desk to his door, engine and tools in tow.

“I’m gonna set up my bike with the new engine! I’ll be back in a bit. Waka, you better not pull any moves on Y/N! You hear me!” Shin trailed off, sprinting recklessly down the stairs and towards the garage, most likely tripping along the way. I rolled my eyes.

“That idiot” Waka and I said simultaneously. I giggled.

“No seriously, one day he’s gonna fall down the stairs and wind up in a hospital bed for a few months, not that that’s new.” I smiled, reminiscing on the times when Waka and I would visit Shin in the hospital after large fights. Despite being a gang leader, he typically suffered the most serious injuries due to his recklessness.

I could practically hear Wakasa smirk as he finally settled onto the floor, turning his head to face me.

“That idiot really is reckless isn’t he.” He rolled his eyes. “He always warns me to not pull any moves on you, wonder if he has a crush on ya’ huh?” He chided, pushing my shoulder childishly.

“WHATT?? No way Waka, don’t even joke about that!” I waved my hands around, frantically, feeling a warmth spread to the tips of my ears. “We see each other as siblings! Nothing more…”I trailed off.

“Woah there Princess! You seem real defensive now, ya’ sure you’re not the one crushin’ on Shin?” Once again his devilish, albeit handsome, smirk resurfaced, causing me to glare at him.

“How could I have a crush on him with the amount of math homework I have! I thought you were gonna help me with it hmm?” I shrugged, thankful I could get away from the topic of crushes.

If Waka found out I had a crush, much less had a crush on him, I for sure wouldn’t hear the end of it. Shin had already figured out my feelings towards the boy. How? I had no clue. His teasing was relentless though, especially when we were in front of the ‘white leopard’ himself. The reason why Shinichiro would throw out lame remarks like “don’t pull any moves” or “stay in your lane, Waka” was more of a way to tease me than the blond, knowing that I would get flustered every time he insinuated something going on between the two of us.

“Hmm? Changing the topic so soon princess? C’mon I wanna know about your crush! Don’t think Shin didn’t tell me about it!” He chided. I felt my stomach do flips at the thought of Shin embarrassing me without my knowledge.

“Although he did leave out some real important information ya’ know, he didn’t say who ya’ were crushin’ on. I’m real curious, so why don’t ya’ tell me hmm?”

At that moment I wanted to sprint up from my spot on the floor, dart into Shinichiro’s room in the garage, and smack the delinquency outta him. He had some nerve telling my secrets to Wakasa Imaushi of all people.

“Shin doesn’t know how to keep his damn mouth shut, does he…” I mumbled, avoiding the blond’s intense gaze in my direction.

“Look at me. I wanna hear about your crush yeah!” Waka chided once again. The air was thicker this time though. He spoke as if he could sense my anxiety and wanted to lighten the mood. Despite his pleading, I continued to look away, finding interest in the disorganized bookshelf in the corner of Shin’s room.

“Princess..” I heard him sigh, and some shuffling. I expected him to give up, maybe go back to sitting on Shin’s bed or even grab my homework to help me as he promised. What I wasn’t expecting was a rough, but warm, hand to softly grasp around the bottom half of my face, gently turning it towards the owner of said hand. I slightly flinched upon contact but quickly melted into the warmth, much faster that I would’ve liked. Despite the physical reorientation of my face, I kept my eyes averted, knowing that the warmth from the tips of my ears had long spread to the apples of my cheeks, dousing me in an embarrassing red hue.

“Y/N.. why do shy hmm? You can look at me ya’ know, don’t know what got ya’ so damn embarrassed all of a sudden.” He continued. “Ah! Unless you have a crush on me that is. I could see why you’d be so mad at that idiot!” He chuckled, his boyish charm and airy laugh almost completely distracting me from what he just said.

Upon comprehension, my eyes widened but I stayed quiet. How the hell do you reply to something like that? I had no idea, but at that moment I knew that I wanted to crawl under Shin’s bed and pretend nothing existed.

“Hmm? Earth to Y/N? You don’t actually have a crush on me do ya’?” He continued to hold my face. It was then that I realized just how close Wakasa had gotten to me, close enough for me to smell the faint aroma of sweetness from his lollipop and the dusty scent of his cologne mixed with sweat that had faded drastically since the morning. I exhaled.

“Ya’ know Wakasa, this wasn’t exactly how I pictured confessing…” I trailed off a bit, taking another breath before continuing. “Yeah, I do have a crush on you, I’ve liked you for a while now. ‘Was just gonna stay quiet and let it go away but Shin kept pushing me to confess! All of that “don’t pull any moves” crap was his way of teasing me… ‘wanted to embarrass me in front of you since I refused to confess.” I paused, still maintaining a piercing eye contact with the bookshelf in the corner. I could feel Waka’s breath brush my ear, and I knew that if I made eye contact I wouldn’t be able to finish my sentence without becoming a stuttering mess. “Look, Wakasa, I’m not expecting you to fell the same or anything, I just don’t wanna ruin what we have-“ I was cut off by a shocking sweetness and the feeling of hot breath panning over the bottom half of my face. Surprised, I fully faced the boy, making eye contact. My eyes raked over his face, noticing just how warm his face had gotten, the peachy color of his ears and cheeks mirroring mine. As my eyes fell upon my lips, I noticed that the signature stick of a lollipop was long gone, and it struck me. In order to shut me up, Wakasa had taken his lollipop and pushed it into my mouth, the action enough to disrupt my speech and further fluster me. At the realization, I couldn’t stop myself from twirling my tongue around the candy, the sweetness of the treat combined with the thought of it being an indirect kiss enough to bring a shiver down my spine.

“Wow Y/N… can’t say I expected that..” He chucked, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. “Before you go off embarrassing yourself why don’t you hear out my side of the story hmm?” I nodded, still disheveled from the previous few moments.

“I don’t know why you expected me to reject you.. I mean I’ve liked you for months now man. Shinichiro always teased me for being ‘super fuckin’ obvious’ with my feelings but I guess he was wrong.” He smirked again, except this time there was a certain warmth behind it, not being as sinister as his usual expressions.

“Lemme take ya’ on a date, yeah? Shinichiro’s treat since that dumbass always makes us embarrass ourselves..” he mumbled, shaking his head at the thought of the ravenette tinkering away at his engine without a thought in the world.

“Hmm princess? Whatcha still quiet for? You’re not rejecting my offer are ya’? He chided poking my cheek. Feeling a sudden wave of confidence wash over me, I popped the lollipop from my mouth and reached forward to grab the boy’s collar, pulling his face towards mine. Our lips made contact, and even though my eyes were squinted shut, I could practically see the wide eyed expression on Imaushi’s face. Despite the suddenness of it, Waka kissed back whole heartedly, soft and slightly rougher lips mingling together, the subtle flavor of the lollipop sweetening the experience. I deepened the kiss, throwing my arms around his neck, practically straddling his hips. He reciprocated, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, pressing his lips to mine even hungrier than before.

The kiss seemed to carry on for decades, only to be cut short by the two of us gasping for air, internally cursing our lungs for needing oxygen to survive. Surviving off of kisses alone seemed far more appealing. Upon breaking apart, we both took quick breaths, basking in each other’s presence. Remembering my original plan, a cheeky smile covered my face. Taking the lollipop from before, the one I still held in my hand, I lifted it to Wakasa’s lips, pushing the candy back into his mouth, much like he had done before. He jumped a bit, one hand coming to grab at my hands, the other going towards his mouth, brushing over the stick and then his lips.

“You can’t just do that!! Damn that’s embarrassing!” He whined, pushing me off of him and wrestling me to the floor, reversing the way we were positioned.

“Come on Waka! You did it to me before! Think of it as payback!” I smirked up at him, attempting to mimic the devilish smirks he always uses to his advantage.

“But that was different! You were going on and on about me rejecting you and blah blah blah-“

“OK OK! I get the point, dumbass…” I pouted. His arms fell around me, somewhat caging me in.

“Waka…”

“What’s up princess?” There he went with that nickname again, he really new how to fluster me without even lifting a finger.

“So if you reciprocate my feelings, then what does that make us now?” I slightly mumbled, a bit nervous to ask the question.

“We’re boyfriend and girlfriend now. Isn’t it obvious, you’re such a dumbass!” He sighed dramatically, playfully rolling his eyes. I teasingly punched him in the chest.

“I’m just makin’ sure asshole! You’re the one who acted all ‘lovey dovey’ when we were just friends! You’re not as easy to read as you think, ya’ know!” I pouted, once again, bringing my hand to my face to push away my hair.

Our conversation was cut short by the sound of light clapping, effectively causing us to turn our heads towards the source of the sound, the doorway. There stood Shinichiro, a towel draped over his shoulder and an old tool belt slung around his waist. He eyed us curiosly.

“Wow so you guys actually confessed huh? Fucking finally! Only took you like, 5 whole years!” He sighed dramatically, swiping his hand across his forehead. “You guys look mighty comfy’ there hmm? Better not have done anything weird in my room ya’ hear?!” He chuckled, receiving glares from the both of us.

“Shin, ya’ better start running now! ‘Cuz I have a few reasons as to why I wanna fuckin’ kill you!!”

[ashhh-14]

Request by @shadownyxexe - hey so um im not sure if you can see this and i for some reason cant see if your requests are open so i just wanted to try this but i wanted to know if you had the time to write a headcanon about how the karasuno team whould react to an overseas childhood friend of kiyoko reader were there either korean filipino or american and when tukishima tries to insult them they straight up verbally distroy him but they directly apologize because they felt bad. you dont need to make something like this its just i wanted to test some stuff out since im pretty new here so ya thanks bye :)

▒Wrongly Right▒

Character's origin- Haikyuu

Characters- Kei Tsukishima, Kiyoko Shimizu, Hinata Shoyo, Tobio Kageyama, Asahi Azumane, Koshi Sugawara, Yuu Nishinoya

Warning- Cursing, heavy mockery

Genre- ❃

Format- Head canon + scenario

Word count- 1019

Masterlist

A/n- Heyy! I apologize, I couldn't see your request either. Checked it just few days ago. Nonetheless, I hope this is near to what you wanted ♡

"Be on your best behavior y'all. They're a great childhood friend of mine. I wish I could have met them outside here but unfortunately our schedule is all packed. That's why I'm saying, Do. not. be rude. or weird. Specially you Tsukishima."

"I- " Could he have said anything, a bouncing human asked in excitement, shutting him off, "Ne Ne Shimizu Senpai! Tell us a little more about your friend! "

Suga smiled , " Yeah Shimizu. It would help us understand them better. "

She sighed, pushing the glasses up the bridge of her nose, "They're American, born here but brought up there. Most of their personality reflects the said foreign culture. They're shifting here as a foreign exchange student in first year. It might be a bit difficult to understand their accent, but do. not. make it obvious if that's the case. And-"

The doors swung open, waking in was a mesmerizing figure. "Kiyoko-San! "

"What the-oof-! " Shimizu was tackled in an unexpectedly hard hug.

"I-I can't breathe-" You pulled away sheepishly, "My bad... "

Soon enough the new entrance was encircled with a group of dashing boys. You waved at them, " Shimizu-San mentioned about ya all. Name's (Y/n)! Pleasure to meet uh all! " You smiled warmly.

Instead of a greeting back, you heard a, "You're so damn pretty!! " You looked over to the two short boys, slight warmth engulfing you at the compliment. "T-Thank you. You are...? "

"Right! I'm Hinata and this is my buddy Nishinoya. " You smiled and soon everyone started introducing themselves. Suffice to say everyone was a lot more kinder and sweet to you than you thought.

"I'm Sugawara. A third year. You can come to me if you need help around here."

You bowed slightly," I'll be in your care then Sugawara-San. Am grateful. " You both smiled and soon your eyes drifted off at the corner.

"Umm... who's that..? " Suga looked behind him before looking at you again. "Oh that's Tsukishima. A first year. But I think you shouldn't get involved with him to-" Before he finished, you were gone.

"Hey! Tsukishima right? " You smiled lightly with your hands behind your back. He stood silently, ignoring you. "'s there somethin wrong..? Do ya not like me or something? " "Damn right I don't so leave me alone. " voice holding venom as he started making his way away from you, purposely bumping your shoulder.

You arked, "The hell's yer problem huh? " Your voice rose a little.

At a distance, Kageyama and Hinata gave each other a silent look that said, "Uh-Oh"

Asahi was about to make his way towards you both when Kiyoko stopped him. "They can handle themselves don't worry. "

Tsukishima turned around," 'The hell's yer problem huh? ' " He mocked as your fist clenched "Can you fucking leave me alone? I was having a wonderful time until your disturbing American self who can't even speak our language properly freaking disrupted it. " Salt dripped with each word of his and so did your patience with each passing second. Your jaw clenched, "Don't approach me. I don't have time to show a lost puppy around here like everyone else. " He turned around, silence engulfing the court when your silent words rang. " You think ya look cool with that attitude of yer's don't uh? "

He turned around slightly, eyebrow raised as you laughed slightly. Kiyoko silently mumbled, "He's dead. " as other members looked at her with wide eyes. "You six-one godforsaken pine tree. " Your figure stormed towards him, looking at him with steely eyes. "Listen here ya shit. I don't fucking care what that peanut sized brain of yer thinks. Do. Not. try and give me yer stupid shit when I'm being nice to uh. You think you're slick? What? You think I don't know about yer little dinosaur fetish huh? " His eyes widened , " What? Think you're the only verbal president here that can mock someone and their habit with words? Think you can just walk round like a dog without leash going on and spatting shit on everyone? Well guess what fucker, I'm not gonna hear about your bullshit so get that through your thick skull. "

Silence was once again the only thing in the room as the doors to the gym closed as you stormed out. Everyone was stunned, too amazed yet awkward to speak. Only came a mumble from in between the crowd, " They destroyed him." Kei's figure approached his team's manager, his words strangely quite, "We should start practicing. "

It was only about an hour later when you were sitting on the benchers, guilt overcoming you waves after waves for the past hour. 'I went too far didn't I...? I shouldn't have said all that.... '

The door to the gym once again opened as everyone turned around, looking at your quite figure walking inside, head towards the floor and hands behind your back. The practice stopped as Kiyoko approached you. "Can I talk to him? " You voice was quite and without needing an explanation, she nodded understandingly. There he was now standing in front of you and before he could ask you what was up, you quickly extended your hands, holding something out for him. "I-I apologize for what I said earlier. I went too overboard. It wasn't my place to bring up yer personal stuff and do that to uh. Here, take this as an apology. " His figure was unmoving, mind registering your words and eyes scanning your figure until they eventually stopped on your hands holding a dinosaur plushie. "Don't worry. It's not unsanitary or anythin. I just purchased it before comin to Japan. Bought it to give it to uh in the first place." Your head was sideways as warmth started consuming your cheeks. A good few minutes after when you thought to retract your hand and that your apology was in vain, his hand reached out, taking the plushie. No words were exchanged between the two any further but everyone knew it was somehow a start of a beautiful friendship.... and maybe something more in the future.

Kiyoko just smiled slightly 'Cliche yet cute.

Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

Written by Yours truly

Ash

[herwritingartcowboy]

4kota/7ds- on crack, incorrect quotes, memes

{Gif Not Mine}

^^^^^^^

King: Put that candy back i’m not buying you all that meth

King and Diane's kid: *Throws it at him*

King: Try me bitch

*******

Meliodas: He’s offering a truce..alright Arthur i’m gonna hug you right now.

Arthur: Standing there

Meliodas: And if you do anything, if you attack me or anything, dude, I'll never trust you ever again. Okay, all right, you guys, I'm gonna give him a hug.

Meliodas: *Getting closer to Arthur*, Alright 3, 2, 1 

Meliodas and Arthur: *Hugs*

Meliodas: Alright, alright see? We could be friends, man, I don't know huh!-

Arthur: *Betraying Meliodas and becoming the chaos king wanting to get rid of all other races*

^^^^^^^

Meliodas: Why don’t you, wait until you’ve done it once-VIRGIN- and then you’ll see sex isn’t such a big fucking deal

Y/n: How do you know i haven’t had sex…

Meliodas: Look At You!

Y/n: Look At You!!

*******

Anne: It's way too hot for your nonsense Donny

Donny: Y/NIS GETTING HIT ON!!!

*All Start Running*

Anne: Formation B

Percival, Donny, Nasiens: Roger that 

Anne,Donny, Percival, Nasiens : Y/n NOOooo

Anne: Who is this woman Y/n??!

Donny: Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that night

Nasiens: That special night we had together

Percival: Y/n was it all a LIE?!?

Doony: When you said your time with me was-The most enjoyable of all?!

Anne: And toasted the beauty of my eyes

*More nonsense*

Y/n: ugh what is with you 

Lancelot: SERIOUSLY YOU TWO! Could you please take your hands off them, you homewreckers. Y/n has Violin practice with me now let's get you back home Y/n so you can warm up. Today i think we will try something new and i’ll have you master Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Y/n: It's okay, don't mind them. The station is straight ahead, just go that way

Random Girl: Thank you so much 

Everyone:Huh?

Y/n: Okay seriously, what's up? You five are totally embarrassing me. STop Doing THat!

****

Y/n: *Running to go find Percival and the others*

Isolde: *In your way*

Y/n: Move

Isolde: Make me

Y/n: Move

Isolde: No

Y/n: Bitch *Pushes her out the way* 

****

Meliodas: *Sleeping through the alarm*

*Wakes everyone up*

*Everyone annoyed and who is going to turn it off*

Y/n: *Wakes up*

*Everyone turns to see a mad Y/n*

Y/n: *Walks into his room shaking Meliodas awake*

Meliodas: *wakes up*

Meliodas: *Gets smacked*

****

Meliodas: Umm, my shake?

Elizabeth: Sorry

Meliodas: My Shake?

Elizabeth: Um, i didn’t get a shake sorry.\

Meliodas: Uhh-  shake your booty

****

A/n- Yes this is a series

[justsomegalwhoshere]

Barbarian Bakugou x reader

Note: I know the title isn’t anything original but I couldn’t think of anything else. @hanji-is-life made me have barbarian bakugo brainrot so I wrote this Drabble thingy. I haven’t actually written anything creative in over a couple of years so please feel free to leave constructive criticism. I’m sorry if the format is wonky, it’s my first time posting on here. This is just barbarian bakugou being a bit soft for his wifey

Warnings: this is mostly just fluff, cursing cuz bakugou, mentions of blood cuz bakugou can’t sew

“And then we can take out the enemy this way. How does that sound?” Kirishima looked up from the very poorly made makeshift battle plan.

Bakugou only grunted and placed his chin in this hand. “Why can’t we just storm the place and call it a day? It’s not like anyone can stop us anyway.”

Kirishima opened his mouth to retaliate but the flap to the tent opened. Bakugou growled slightly while turning around, ready to tell the person to “get the fuck out, we’re having a strategy meeting”, before he noticed his wife came in. His face instantly softened a bit and he let her enter, noticing that she was holding something behind her back.

“Something wrong?” The barbarian asked.

His wife shook her head and smiled. “I just wanted to give this to you!” She said, finally showing Bakugou what she was hiding. It was a necklace, made with shells and shiny rocks. “The shells reminded me of you and I decided to make this!” She strung the necklace onto Bakugou and kissed his cheek before exiting the tent with a smile.

Bakugou just blinked while a small blush came onto his face. He heard snickering and immediately went back to his usual scowl. “What!?” He shouted at Kirishima, who burst out laughing. After his fit ended, Kirishima got up, wiping a tear from his eye. “Nothing! It’s just that it’s so obvious you’re whipped for her! Wait no don’t leave-!”

Bakugou stalked out of the tent with a deeper scowl, not wanting to listen to Kirishima. It’s not that Kirishima was wrong, it’s just that he’d rather take that fact to his grave then admit out loud or hear anyone say it. Bakugou sat outside his personal tent and sighed, watching you help a couple of the kids in his tribe. You always were thinking of him and making him things. He kept everything, whether it was a small useless trinket or a new pair of clothes for him. He really appreciated everything you did for him, he just didn’t know how to pay you back. He had a way he could repay you.. but that didn’t seem sentimental enough. “Fuck..” he grumbled under his breath. What could he do to show he cared? Flowers? No, everyone would make fun of him endlessly if he was seen with them. Get you a pet? That wouldn’t work, they were always moving so it was easy to lose it. Shit, he was running out of options.

Suddenly the light bulb in Bakugou’s head lit up. Immediately he got up and stalked over to the handmaid’s tent. He peeked in without any warning and instantly all eyes were on him. “How can we help you your highness?” One of them giggled. Bakugou blinked as he realized what he was doing. Shit, what WAS he doing? He was the barbarian king, damn it! The strongest king in the land! What was he doing here? What would everyone say if-

“Umm.. your Highness? Do you need something?” That snapped him out of trance. He cleared his throat and looked around a bit before speaking.

“Hey, what’s that thing you do where you put clothes together with string?”

“Sewing?”

“Yeah, how do I do that?”

....

That’s how Bakugou found himself in the tent again the very next day, hunched over and clumsily sewing together pieces of fabric. “OW! Fuck!” He exclaimed as he once again pricked himself with the needle.

“Your highness? Are you sure you don’t want to start over? The fabric is smeared with blood-“ one of the handmaids started.

“Don’t tell me what to do damn it!” He roared, causing the hand maid to flinch in response. It was silent in the tent for a few moments before he spoke up again.

“I don’t see how you all are able to do this. Just sit here putting thread through tiny ass holes in these needles- ow, fuck- and sewing all this shit and pricking yourselves by accident” Bakugou reached over for more bandages. His fingers were wrapped with a ton of them because of how many times he pricked himself with the needle.

“Well we manage. There’s nothing else we do, we have to get used to it” one of them responded. Bakugou grunted, acknowledging that he heard her. He got lost in thought as he continued. You did this for him all the time? How many times did you prick yourself making Him a shirt? How much time did you pour into making his clothes? He made a mental note to thank you again for making his clothes and found another reason to respect what you did for him. He was also going to ask you how to prevent yourself from pricking yourself all the damn time-

....

A few days later, Bakugou had finally finished his blanket for you. It was inexpertly sewn and smeared with blood because of how many times he pricked himself making it. Fuck, how was he gonna present this to you? One of the hand maids broke him out of his trance, “I’m sure she’ll love it, you put effort into it”.

“Hah!? And who the fuck said it was for my wife?”

“It’s obvious, with the way you look at her” another replied without looking up from her work. The others giggled as bakugou fumed and left the tent and went over to his own. He entered seeing you on the bed, reading a book and relaxing.

“Hey” he said. Fuck, that was cringey. You however, being your angelic self, just looked up and smiled. You put the book aside and pecked his lips. “Hi! Do you need something?”

Bakugou started to sweat. What if you hated his gift? What if you laughed and mocked him for it? He wouldn’t be able to show his face again. Internally seething, he stopped hiding it and presented it to you. When he didn’t hear a response immediately, he started talking.

“It’s for you. It’s a thank you gift, for all you do. You know, like making trinkets and clothes and shit” he grumbled. He looked up and noticed you tearing up. Fuck, was it that ugly?

“If you don’t like it, I can give it to the kids or something-“ he started.

He was surprised when you grabbed at it and shook your head. “No! It’s not that!” Bakugou was confused to say the least until you explained yourself. “I love it! You made this for me? You took time out of your day and sacrificed doing your kingly duties for me?” Bakugou gulped and nodded his head, and that’s when the waterworks started. You enveloped your husband in a huge hug. “Thank you so much! I love it so much, I love you!” You giggle and look up, exchanging a kiss. Bakugou simply stood there dumbfounded while returning your hug. You had to be bluffing, right? You were only saying that to soften to blow. You hated it.

He found out you in fact didn’t hate his gift when he returned to the tent later that night, seeing you curled up in bed underneath the blanket.

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Holy shit there's a secret "genocide" alternate ending. It sounds super fake but it's NOT. https://youtu.be/lz_1uVYDhBA

okay so a friend already showed me a google doc about that route and it is WILD, but i hadnt seen the video. here's all my thoughts in a long reaction post:

umm?????? i was JUST speculating about who the angel could be, is it NOELLE? why is she the only one that can geno, why can't the player geno through just kris??? what does it MEAN to be able to be the angel? @ericvilas and i were talking about how this felt like noelle, susie, and berdly were the main characters, and we were just kinda...Also There, is there some sort of property that "main characters" have? the power to fundamentally change the state of the world from "zany adventure" to "fucked up horror", that we needed noelle to take advantage of? is that why we needed chara in undertale?

is "the angel" more than just a prophecy, but some sort of...RPG Game Role, that the genocidal player covets? why couldn't we fill that role in chapter one? why noelle and not susie? is it because ralsei wouldn't let us? or is noelle, daughter of the mayor, a secret Boss Monster? and the Angel has to be a human soul and a boss monster soul, like asriel and chara were?

why does NOELLE level up, but kris, the one who's soul we're in control of, doesn't?

.......

what if that's not kris' soul at all. what if we can't control them very well, and there's no Determination, because it's not a real human soul we're bonded to, just a crude facsimile created by gaster?

the similarities between being frozen solid and being turned into a statue as like, the only other thing we know of that "kills" a darkner is...i dont know what it means but its something.

wondering again if things *actually* happen when they're offscreen. did those things just happen because the player forced it through sheer force of will? Determination, if you will? and there wasn't any game mechanic to allow it, so reality itself just faded to a version where it was done?

oh, this video doesn't go all the way to the end, so i found another video that does.

DNAJSKFLNSADJKFNJKDSAL TOBY PLEASE I KNOW HES A SPAMBOT BUT YOU CANT PUT FUCKING "PIPIS" IN YOUR BAD ENDING HORROR VERSION OF THE STORY

i don't understand why us going geno lets a spambot take over. like, what about going on a murder spree that he was unrelated to gave him power?? it made sense in undertale for mettaton, undyne, and sans to become super powerful to fight us, but this is just like...Some Guy. he has nothing to do with anything.

HEY WHY THE HELL DOES THE SOUL TURN YELLOW???? is this echoing undertale's route because of multiverse shenanigans (ie, "time remembers what it used to look like" or some shit), when alphys gave us that power? because there is NO reason for us to have it here. there's no way the player would even know how to USE that mechanic without having first played undertale.

this feels like we somehow...modded the deltarune by doing geno. like it reskinned the mettaton ex fight, but like, thematically. like rather than reusing assets, it reused *concepts* from undertale and mixed them all up. but i don't know what that MEANS.

hey. hey. h e y. what does this mean dont fucking throw the undertale neutral ending at me what is HAPPENING. (also notice tho that "kris" is in the third person here. not "you." no idea what that means either)

again, it's like someone scrambled a lot of themes and disparate elements from undertale, but they make NO SENSE in this formation! it's like...a youtube poop of undertale. which is guess is appropriate for a spambot, but what am i supposed to DO with this toby????

?????????????????

oh god okay, so KRIS wanted their friends to save them from this fucking NIGHTMARE, but WE wanted noelle to come finish the job. i think that pretty firmly indicates it is indeed the PLAYER, and not KRIS who is evil here. god, poor kris. poor noelle. i am VERY suspicious now of whether closing the fountains is a good idea or not.

okay i already knew berdly fucking died at the end of this run, so this isn't a shock, but it IS startling to see an actual corpse. not turned to dust, not a statue, not frozen in place, actually just a dead body. that....i also don't know what that means.

god it feels so much worse actually to have destroyed the integrity of the game and then it just....keeps going. no one even knows the horrible things you did.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

okay so i think we're getting to a point that the Player is a genuine character, not literally us anymore. like, they have an agenda? they know somehow that noelle is important, even though we, the literal player didn't? it feels like this Entity may represent us in-fiction (like the mspa reader started out in homestuck), but in undertale the geno route was clearly like, "the version of us that dicked around just to see All The Content." this feels different. pre-meditated. they have a SPECIFIC plan, that somehow requires noelle, and jevil probably. hm. it feels like the player knows where the genocide route is going, and is doing it intentionally, even though we the audience obviously have no idea what will happen in chapters 3-5.