she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let
and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment
and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.
and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment
and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?
to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.
and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.
you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.
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hello dere :3
not sure if u write for her, but would u be able to write fluffy comedy thing, where, whenever Laswell opens up/buys a pack of cigs, Reader always replaces them with those candy cigarette things?? Or like, pixie stix?
i just think it would be giggly. No pressure!
Hope ur doing well!!!! stay silly 👽
Hey there! Sure I can!
Laswell’s S/O Replacing Her Cigarettes with Candy
I feel like she’d actually be pretty confused the first time she opens her pack of cigarettes to some candy. What? Why would anyone do this? She’s well aware that only you could have committed such a crime, everyone else respects her too much to pull such a stunt. Especially such an innocent stunt as well. She’d likely walk right up to you. “Honey, why did you replace my cigarettes with candy?” You’d honestly tell her that you want her to quit smoking. And also because it was funny. She wouldn’t be mad the first time it happened, but she would get more agitated the more often you actually do it. Sure, she understands that smoking is bad for her and that, if she wants to live a long life with you, she’s likely going to have to stop, but it’s hard to just stop all of a sudden. At first she’d likely try to hide her cigs from you, smoking behind your back so you, all giggly and ever so cheerful, don’t find out about her still smoking. It’s the smell that usually gives her away, though. You could “punish” her every time she does smoke, though. Like, for as much as she usually dislikes being touched, you could likely pinch her cheek and tell her off. In that case she understands. But the worst part about it all? Her cigarettes cost a whole lot more than your candy stix. 12$ per pack is a pretty proud price, she can’t deny. You’re gonna be costing her a whole lot of money. I think, as much as she would like to stop, it’s gonna be you cheerfully chasing after her whenever she comes home, hiding a pack of cigarettes literally anywhere on her body. In her back pocket? Under her hat? Well, you sniff them out anyway. Eventually, she’d probably just give up. That way she doesn’t need to get playfully scolded by you either. It’s a rocky road, but she’ll get there eventually. Even as you blow “fake candy smoke” at her face, she’ll just giggle and let you. It’s really surprising how much you get away with. No one else would be able to do that and live to tell the tale.
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Silver screen, cathode ray
Brighter than the light of day
Lover, when you see that glare
Think of it as my despair
Think of it as my despair for you...
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it's like a fire, a stranglehold
When he didn’t answer, Oka sighed. From the corner of his eye, Reki saw Oka drag a stool over to his work space. Great. He propped an elbow on the table, putting his chin in his hand (his stupid, tapping, rubbing, shaking hand) then looked away. His other hand bounced in his lap.
“Reki,” Oka spoke again. There was a familiar edge to his voice, the kind of edge Reki heard every time Oka tried talking about feelings, ugh. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” he grumbled, a slew of cooing following the word. He sounded so stupid. His fingernails gripped his thigh, pinching angrily.
It hurt like hell.
He couldn’t stop.
[or, reki's hands hurt so much & oka helps him out]
🛹2,737 words | reki & oka🛹
happy last day of ts awareness month!
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𝙾𝙽𝙴: 𝙶𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙾𝙱 𝙷𝙾𝙱𝙱𝚂, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳.
he stops her in the garage, hand wrapped around her arm before she steps foot in the mudroom. " hey. " her steps stutter, & the beating in her chest grows heavy as a drum, battering against ribcage as if there were no lungs to silence its pounding. take a deep breath, she turns to look up at him, her dad, with bright blue eyes & an unassuming expression. " what's up? " a simple response. his lips pull back & teeth are bared in a grin that sends confusion to her thoughts. it's comforting to see her dad smile, it's different than she remembers. " you're a great hunting buddy. i had a good time today. " this hunting is better than the other, she'd rather it be this way. " thanks, " she replies, " i had a good time too. "
the hobbs family was nothing short of a normal, small town family in minnesota. garret jacob h.obbs worked a menial job, not a passion project by any means, but he didn't care. it allowed him to take care of his daughter, his pride & joy. growing up, abigail was her father's daughter, always wanting to be around him, do what he did, cried when he went to work, & hugged him tight when he got back. it was perfect that way ( louise didn't mind, or at least abigail assumed as such ).
they had their traditions, abigail wrote him a note in his lunchbox before work every day until high school started. he didn't mind ( or at least abigail assumed as much ) because she was a teenager, this was bound to happen. so instead he started teaching her to hunt, it was his thing & he wanted to share his things with her, thus, it was their thing. even when the hunting started off as that kind, the normal kind, she couldn't get into it. there was something inhumane about it: but they would honor every part of the deer. that was her father's promise, every part of every animal would be honored.
that remained his promise, it never changed, even when abigail told him she was getting ready to apply to college ( a trigger, with her finger on it ). he couldn't lose her, he couldn't lose his baby girl.
the first kill was by himself, she looked like abigail, & he had to keep her, he had to honor her. that's when he told her of what he did, & that's when she got roped in. " i can't lose you, i can't lose you, it's you or it's them. i don't know what to do. " abigail takes a gap year.
abigail loves her dad, that much is clear & will always be clear. even as they worked together, that much was clear to her. she loved him & he loved her: he loved her so much he had to do this.
she wondered constantly what this meant. was making her an accomplice part of this love? was it something worse or was it the most honest confession her father had?
even as she was his bait, she loved him, but she also hated him for what she was doing. she loved him, but she also feared for the day he did what he always wanted to do.
when that day comes, it's a normal day. they play their normal father, daughter roles. they rope louise into their little game of make pretend. a man calls the house & she pays it little to no mind ( weird accent, she thinks ), until the phone call ends. her dad turns frantic & she asks, out of an all knowing fear, " dad? what's wrong? "
he's finally gone, events unfold & abigail faces a cacophany of thoughts:
abigail loved her dad, maybe she still does, but she did until the bitter end.
abigail hates her dad, forever will, but she didn't always.
he made her into something, he gave her his genes & he gave her his filth. he is scarred into her beyond her just having his eyes. he's in her neck & he always will be.
there is a father shaped hole in her, shaped almost like herself. the lines blurred at the end, abigail & garret melting into one another in a way she cannot seperate, like a wine stain on carpet, he is a wine stain within her.
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munday questions for mumus / @stygicniron, @lunaright, & anonymous
which muse would you say is the most fun to write personally?
heads-up that i may answer some of these with most of my muses in mind, including those not featured on this blog!
as for most fun, is it any surprise that my answer would be tulin! out of all the Little Guys i've actually made a blog for, he's had the advantage of not additionally being an extremely minor or niche character, so levels of engagement from others have been super lovely and crucial in making him the most enjoyable to write! otherwise, toothless from httyd and my wife queen zelda from twilight princess come very close in second place due to being written with close friends in the past.
are there any muses you’ve dropped? if so was there a reason why?
i don't think i've ever consciously dropped a muse? my muses can become inactive ( writing/blogwise ) just because my interests, motivation, and energy are never aligned consistently, but i have yet to write for a character i ended up saying never again to shortly after :)
is there a trend or a specific type of muses you normally tend to pick up?
characterisation and thematic-wise, not really! a majority of my muses are now Little Guys and/or Not Human compared to how i first started out, but it's not like being either of those is a personality trait sldkfjlf the things tying them all together most clearly are that they have all given me the same disgusting amount of brainrot, and i am either extremely unhappy with what their canons have done with them or there is so blissfully little of their canons that i am more than happy to do whatever the heck i want with them!
are there muses that you would like to use more?
i love you tutu, but you gotta give the others here some of the spotlight, seriously lskdfjdkl i'd love to write any of the others on this blog more, but particularly kido! he's my son-boy-lad-baby-darling-child of five years and going! the product of two friends fucking around, but i've run a lot further off with him now that i do get sad thinking about how i can't show this friend ( we are unfortunately no longer in contact ) what i've figured out with him :'D
( thank you to everyone who wants to interact with him btw. you are the realest mvps, i hope you know that )
honestly though, it's kind of my fault for not pushing for anyone other than tuli more, and i understand that minor/more niche characters can be left by the wayside when there's only so much time we all have for this hobby. this is more a case of it is what it is, and i can deal with that! i just hope i'll be able to get more interactions with everyone, not just tulin, as time passes!
which muse has had the biggest change in personality or drastic turns in character development?
good question! maybe rauru? i doubt putting him through several crises in his life doesn't count as drastic turns in development slkfjdlf the only muse i've got who beats him in terms of What Horrors Can Be Inflicted On You would probably be the runaway kid from little nightmares :')
but the one whose organic development surprised me the most is probably kido! he started off as little more than an offshoot of the concept of "collective grief" that i was enabled to taking more seriously, then i really started thinking about his family, and what healing might look like for him, and what it might not look like for him, and before i knew it i had more character thoughts and motivations than i know what to do with?? perks of being a writer ahaha
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