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hobiebrownismygod · 3 months

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(today is a day for ideas, good Jesus)

This is like my third ask today but I have so many ideas and I have to write them down or I'll forget. Sorry you have to face the blunt of it. This request is kinda sad, that's also my fault

Hobie Brown x reader but where reader had a crush on him but Hobie never seemed to notice but after she gets fed up with it and moves on. After she does this she's much more natural and sure of herself because she's not trying to impress him anymore, that's when he starts to fall for her too.

Please tell me someone else can even slightly see this vision

Thank you, take as long as you need

And I hope you a happy time

I'm gonna turn this request into a two-part fic because I don't think I'll be able to get the whole plot into one lol 😭 thank you for requesting!!

Forgotten Girl Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader Part 1/2

Synopsis: You got tired of running after someone who wasn't interested, so you stopped...only for him to gain interest right afterwards.

WC: <;1k

TW: unedited, somewhat angst/pining, femreader

Taglist: @therealloopylupin2099 @spiderrinn @l0starl @daydreaming-en-pointe @itsparis-07 @vileviale @puff-hugs @d0ubl-tr0ubl3 @lauryn2558 @sunasslut69 @ask-1610-miles @axels-garden @s6onder

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He never noticed you. No matter how many times you made eye contact with him, waved at him, batted your eyes at him, put your hand on his shoulder, giggled at one of his stupid jokes, he never ever seemed to realize you were there.

Of course...he noticed you...but he didn't notice you. His head never turned when you walked into the room, he never looked at you longer than he had to, and worst of all, he called you his mate.

The most platonic term you could call someone.

Mate.

Never darling, never love, never sweetheart.

Mate.

"Oi, whatcha doin' there mate?"

You snapped your head to the side to see none other than Hobie Brown, looking over your shoulder with a slight smile on his face, squinting to read the words on the page of the book you were reading.

You flinched forward slightly, not having expected him, before giving him an awkward smile. "Just reading. You?"

"Just watching you." he replied with a friendly grin before glancing back towards where he'd come from. "You haven't seen Gwendy or Pav around anywhere, have you?"

Your expression deflated. "I think I saw Gwen walk past a couple minutes ago. She was heading towards Miguel's room." You said softly, looking back down at your book and crossing your legs together, trying to bite back the waver appearing in your voice.

"Mmm." he nodded, looking back over his shoulder at you. "You here all by y'self?"

"Yep. All by myself." You said as you cleared your throat. His expression softened slightly and he walked back over towards you, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his vest. "You alright?"

"Fine. Why do you ask?" You tried to avoid his eyes, keeping your head buried in your book.

"I just-" He hesitated, "I don't think I've ever talked to you alone before. You're acting a bit...shy."

"I'm not shy." You mumbled, glaring back up at him. "Of course not." He replied, shooting you a sly grin. "Can't blame me for wondering though. You barely say a word to me, so I can't read y'like I can all the others."

"I talk to you often."

"Really?"

"I'm talking to you right now, aren't I?"

He chuckled deeply, looking down and shaking his head for a moment. "Cheeky." You felt your face heat up and you immediately looked back down, clearing your throat. "Hobie?"

"Yeah?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows at you playfully.

"You ever thought about being in a relationship?" You asked awkwardly.

"Wot?" He blinked, a smile spreading across his face. "Where'd that come from?"

You clasped your hands together with an embarrassed expression, staring straight at the ground. "I dunno. Just did."

"Well...I s'pose. I never really thought about it. I don't think anyone'd have me to be honest." He laughed. "What about you, mate?"

"I'm sure someone'd take you." You replied, ignoring how he shot your question back at you. "I mean, look at you." You immediately swallowed, looking back down as the weight of your words suddenly collapsed onto your shoulders.

He didn't seem to notice, simply laughing and nodding. "I am a bit of a looker, aren't I?" He teased, standing up straight. "It's all part of the Spider-punk charm." he winked.

"I agree." you smiled gently, looking up at him. You were being fairly obvious at this point, but he still didn't seem to be taking the hint.

That was how it'd always been. It was like he couldn't dream of being with you. He never seemed to notice your badly-disguised glances and awkward giggles. The way you'd adjust your suit when he walked by, looking down at the ground when he was in front of you and almost always refusing to make eye contact.

It was so obvious and still wouldn't realize.

In fact, the conversation was beginning to get tiring. The two of you simply continued, with your attempts at flirting quickly being shut down by how normal he was being.

"I think you'd make a great partner." You'd say, giving him a crystal clear smile, only to be met with a, "Oh definitely. Whoever I end up with is gonna be lucky."

The conversation would continue on...

"Very lucky. I'd kill to be in their position."

"Ha! You're a funny one, mate."

There was nothing you could do in response besides nod and smile, silently begging for some sort of escape. It was so embarrassing that you just couldn't handle it anymore.

And this happened every damn time.

Honestly...was there even a point anymore? It was starting to look like he'd never catch your drift.

Maybe he knew. Maybe he just didn't like you that way.

Yes, that was probably it. There's no way a normal person wouldn't be able to take a hint so obvious...he just wasn't interested.

Sad. But understandable.

"Weren't you looking for Gwen and Pav?" You said quickly, interrupting him. He raised a brow slightly, his expression lighting up. "Oh, right! I'll go find them then. See you around, mate."

He tipped his head towards you and gave you a smile. You returned it, your expression immediately dropping the moment he turned away. You watched his lanky figure leave, releasing your breath in a long deep sigh.

There was no point.

It just...wasn't meant to be.

He didn't notice you.

And he never would.

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michelle4eve · 19 days

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Moots <33

(No specific order, I love all you guys!)

@aia45

-Newer moot! Hihi :) Who's your bias btw?

@gimmeurtummy

-I literally love you, I appreciate you comforting me when I was about to cry and you're so kind it hurts 🤭 I hope we continue to talk and be bsfs :]

@lovablewh0re

- I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU 😚❣ MY BBY SARANGHEAYO 😡💋

@linosssss

- I dunno yet D: But here, have hearts because I haven’t got anything to say ❣️💕💓

@galaxycatdrawz

-I dunno you much yet I'm so sorry 😞 I just watch your interactions with others (sometimes I interact with you too :O) and I want to get closer with u :)

@milf-ivy

-I'm sorry, I forgot all interactions I have had with you (if i had any), you’re very sweet tho😭 But uhm here's some hearts 💕 💖 💓 ♥ 💗 ❤

@sashaelfel

-OMGG I LOVE YOUR ART BROO? LIKE EVERYTHING LOOKS SO GOOD AND I WANT TO EAT IT FROM HOW IT LOOKS. YOU ARE ONE TALENTED MF ❣💕💓

@bluejutdae

-Hii, I didn’t know we were moots?? I hope we can talk? <33

@livelovelaughmiko

-So sweet?? Adorable even?? Like you srsly have stolen my heart.. I smiled like a dumb fool, your lil photo bombs make my day/few days <33 Hehe :]

@writingforstraykids

-Literally a celebrity so I'm intimidated, and I love your writing 😚 I will binge your series as promised soon 🙏

@got-me-seein-stars

- How are you doin? Thanks for checking up on me and all, I really appreciate it :] Hope you're doing alright!

@thatonedemigodfromseoul

-You better get me some sushi so I can try it 😤And you(r)e (dog is) cute <33 Also, please stop murdering and/or committing arson 🙏

@binnies-binna-deactivated202403

- … Babes.. One moment you're there and the next you deactivated 😭

@minholing

-MWAH 😚💕💕❣❣ (I can't figure out what to say, so here's hearts ♡♡♡)

@cinnamostar

- Hihihi how are you doing, i remember smth abt this guy from a party? How's that lol, and I love your fake texts :]

@143staytiny

-Literally so fuking sweet Ily <33 your long paragraphs kinda intimidate me..but it's a-ok! Some people write long texts, some short. Alsooo WHERE IS THE PLAYLIST 😭😭

@zee-143

-No but I actually luv u, might be stalking me though 🧐 and ur headcanons/lil oneshots stole my heart.. Ngl I didn't know you wrote them, I should pay more attention to the authors.. We're officially besties now whether you like it or not. 😇 And we be matching 🤭

@lixxpix

-Hihihi I'm so sorry I forgot you 😔 I honestly have no idea if we've interacted before.. ilyt 😅💕💕 Mwah mwah 💋❣

@azuna-sz

-Hiii! Newest mootie here :] I hope we get to know each other more. How's your day been so far?

@viviworkshere

-Hi mon cheri, I think I've won the boop war earlier hehe. You're cute and I loved your fic, I like you, take care

@sona1800

-So sweet and very cool 😎 I have no clue what to say so bare with me D:

@crispxxxx

- I feel like you’re stalking me pt.2 🧐 But uhm, I srsly don't know what to say but you seem cool :DD

@atinyniki

-Are you ok bro, don't die. Ilyy 🤭💕 I'm a big fan

@yangbbokari

-Why are you still here lol, sending ❣❣❣💕💕💓💓

@jinnie-ret

-Hehe, hi. I love your writing :DD I like you too :DD

@cheesemonky

-First to adopt me, my momma. If it isn’t obvious enough, I rly like u! And your writing is amazing too, you’re very admirable and I’m 100% sure you’re very pretty

@theoncelerswifearoo

-My first ever moot here! I don’t think I’ve actually talked with you lol 😓 Wayyyy back when I was in my onceler phase (a year ago?), we became moots :) I don’t even know if you use tumblr anymore tbh…

@skzoologist

-Omg when I first talked to you, I thought I was dreaming or smth.. Like, I love everything about you and you know me now?? 🤯 And now, we talk more 😌 I'm improving with my sleep schedule btw! I don't rly take baths that late anymore 🥳

@silverstarburst

- I just watch your interactions from afar so I dunno what to say for you 😭 here’s a heart?? <33

@foivestarrsketchez

-I do not remember if we interacted before.. But you seem cool, let's be friends 💜

@crabrangoongirl25

-I dunno you that much yet I'm so sorry 🙏💕 You seem cool and I'm kinda intimidated

@lilistayskz

-I don't know you that much yet I'm so sorry 😞 I hope we get to talk more and become closer hehe

@homuncvlus

-I don't know you much yet I'm so sorry 😞💞 But I see you pop up a lot in my feed and activity hehe 💓

@nyukyujs

-I dunno you much yet 😞 But uhm I like your writing and 💞❣💕

@dwaekkiforpresident

-🧍‍♀️I'm kinda intimidated by you, 😚💕

I'M SORRY IF THESE AREN'T GREAT, I WAS QUITE LITERALLY PANICKING WHILE WRITING THIS BECAUSE WHAT IF ONE OF YOU GUYS GET OFFENDED OR SMTH SO I APOLOGIZE 🙏 I LOVE YOU ALL MWAH MWAH 😚💕💋❣💓💗

IF YOU AREN'T HERE PLEASE TELL ME DD: I MUST'VE FORGETTEN ...

#cute moots #i hope you like it and don't hate me #if you aren't my moot and you're here #im sorryyyy #im half asleep #don't come for me #I'm actually scared to post #..#4evetalks #4everambles #mon chéri

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sexxyasia · 2 months

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capture the flag (LUKE CASTELLAN X !FEM! READER

ABOUT: after luke hears about you being a little too nice to some of the other boys in his cabin, luke starts becoming over protective, and jealous since everyone says you're the most beautiful girl at camp...

(proofread)

WARNINGS : told in 3rd person, pet names (reader & luke), cursing, p in v, jealousy, teasing, overstim (reader), kinda noncon, luke being a little jealous BITCH, use of y/n, rough sex, squirting, sex in crazy places, (tell me u know that song) unprotected sex, creampies (dont be silly, wrap your willy...), y/n being very childish and humorus whilst luke isnt even smiling, an instigating ass friend. a few ocs that arent too important and the reader can be any race (no shit) but i intended for her to be black :P...

MDNI :P (bruh cmon js wait until ur 17+... if u dont wanna u will be blocked. sorry not sorry pooks. :O)

(dont mind the fuck ass banners i used, they're fucking terrible. i was too lazy to actually look for something... but ig it KINDA matches my vibe 😭)

"woohoo" you cheered while having the opposite teams flag in hand.

"you were so fucking amazing y/n..." your teammate ezra says to you with a bright smile on his face.

you give him a warm smile back and embrace him in a tight hug. his hands wander to your ass, but you ignore it thinking he meant nothing of it.

your team had been kicking ass all day, you'd been playing capture the flag since 9:00 this morning, you were fucking tired.

you threw the flag to ezra and waved goodbye to your other teammates before walking back to the aphrodite cabin.

when you arrived you told your siblings about everything. even the hug with ezra. you were so excited to practice for the next game tomorrow with ezra and his friends.

ezra arrived back at the hermes cabin with his siblings and friends and saw luke sitting on his bed reading a book when all of a sudden some of the boys from the aphrodite cabin rudely interrupted.

"hey man, you'll never believe what ezra did to your girl... or my sister? i dunno!" luke quickly looks up in shock "what happened..." "they were like huggin' and shit like all day. they might be doin something on the low..." one of your brothers; pedro said in a whispered tone.

"like a lot?" luke asked with a furrowed brow.

"hell fucking yeah a lot, he like touched her ass and everything. i think they, like each other, man..." pedro instigated.

luke stood up and stormed out of his cabin, making his way to the aprodite cabin.

when he arrived he knocked on the door and then let himself when no one answered.

"y/n, come here, i need to talk to you..." luke yelled out.

"hey baby, whatchu doin here?" you asked playing with his necklace.

"you were touching all over ezra and thought i wouldn't know. do you like him?" luke said in a hushed tone.

"honey, you know i'd never like any other guy... and besides, i was only touching him to hug him because we'd won the game this morning..." you said while rubbing up and down his torso.

some of your siblings in the cabin giggled as you two talked back and forth.

"come with me y/n, i'm not joking with you anymore. i seriously have to talk with you." luke grabbed you by your wrist and took you to your favorite spot; the middle of the woods.

the woods were your favorite because you two could hook up there when your cabins were full and the bathrooms were occupied.

why did luke take you here just to talk?

"just take it off baby, you know you wanna..." luke whined

you slowly nodded, not being sure if you even wanted to, but it was luke so you definitely wanted to.

while you worked to take your shirt and bra off luke squeezed his cock through his shorts and boxers to relieve some of the tension thats built from seeing you in a thin tank top and booty shorts all day.

luke pulled your shorts clean off and rubbed your clit through your panties on the wet ground making you moan lightly.

"i bet ezra doesn't even know what a clit is..." luke mutters to himself.

while you lie on your back luke pulls his shirt and shorts off too.

left in nothing but his light grey boxers that read calvin klein on, his shoes, and his necklace.

he pulled his boxers down just under his cock to reveal his raging hard on that he's been harboring for quite some time.

luke kneels over you, lining his throbbing cock up with your pulsating hole before shoving it in without warning.

he quickly fucks your dripping hole, making you a whimpering mess.

"do you think ezra could fuck you this good?

your creamy cunt left a ring around the base of his girthy, and veiny cock. he squished your cheeks while you looked up into his eyes to guarantee your eye contact

"answer me." he said whilst hitting all your spots with his leaky, red tip making you tremble and squirm.

"no baby... no." you whisper while you moan out in pure pleasure.

his hand quickly rubs circles on your puffy pink clit. he kisses and licks all the glittery gloss off your lips. your back arched off the ground and your legs shook under his touch.

his deep orgasmic groans fill your ears making you dig your long fingernails into his back, causing his to fuck into you faster and harder.

"does my pretty girl like that?" luke says in a cocky tone.

"yes... harder baby, harder." you moan into his ear.

his big girthy cock stretched your walls to an almost painful point. making you wrap your legs around him as thighs clench around his toned waist.

the way his thrust perfectly filled you up made your stomach tighten and your heart race.

he pulled his throbbing cock out and rubbed it all over your dripping clit.

"you're such a good girl for taking me so well." luke said while he lightly stroked his cock over your pussy.

"am i?" you said bucking your hips upward in need of friction again.

"yes you are mama, yes you are..." he moaned out.

he pushed himself all the way in making you gasp as his heavy balls smacked right under your pussy. his hand wandered to your clit and he slapped it a few times getting a few praises from you.

all of a sudden your body convulsed upwards and liquids sprayed out of your abused cunt. you tightened around his thick cock and squirted all over his torso while he mindlessly fucked you and attacked your clit.

"honey, slow down fuck!" you say pushing his torso forward.

"give me one second baby... one second." he said while his head was thrown back and his tip lightly brushed your cervix, causing you to be on the verge of pain and pleasure.

all of a sudden his thrusts got slower, but deeper. his cock slammed against your cervix causing you immense pain, that was somehow still pleasureable.

"fuck baby, thank you!" he moaned out while his balls emptied in hot sexy spurts of cum, filling you to the brim and making you squirm.

"what if i get pregnant, you should've pulled out!" you whine

"trust me, you won't." luke says standing up and brushing off his knees.

he helped you stand up, legs wobbly and your heart still racing. he handed you your clothes and kissed you up and down your body while you got redressed.

"we should go back, huh?" luke suggested.

"yeah..." you said breathlessly

(i wanna make a taglist, but i dont have anyone to put on it, plz tell me if u wanna be on it :P)

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kenny-power · 2 years

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Loved you less - D.W. x Reader

Totally wrote this during my physics lecture, so if its bad I'm (not) sorry!<3

Warning(s): slight use of language, very cliche

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more” - Jane Austen, Emma

Dallas Winston did not love anything. That much was a fact. He liked a lot of things. The Curtis gang, takin’ care of Johnny, his St. Christopher, drinking stolen beer, terrorizing kids who wander too close to the lot, and me. I knew he liked me from the moment I met him. He set his sights on me and decided I was his. No matter what I said about it.

It all started when Ponyboy and I were paired up for a writing project. I was glad for it, Pony was a good writer, despite being the youngest in the class. He’s a smart kid, smarter than me. Anyways, I was sitting at his kitchen table with him when two boys came into the house. Pony told me that they always leave the front door unlocked so that anyone who needs to get in is able to. Once they walked into the house, they mostly went their separate ways, one plopping down in front of the couch to watch the T.V. and the other waltzing into the kitchen.

The boy, who I knew was Pony’s older brother, Soda, went straight for the fridge, glancing at us as he went.

“Heya Pony,” he said “Hi Pony’s friend.” He stopped. “Y/N?” He said your name, turning towards us fully. “Whatcha doin’ here with my kid brother?” I knew Soda from back when he still went to school, helping him study a couple of times.

Pony explained that we were partners for school and were working on a project. Soda nodded, but it seemed that his confusion got the attention of the other boy. He got up from his spot on the couch and walked into the kitchen, stopping at the door frame. He was tall, attractive, and had this dangerous-boy type of vibe to him.

“How’d you get a pretty girl like this to follow you home, Pony?” He winked at me. Pony rolled his eyes, looking at me before answering.

“Oh shuttup Dal, she’s here to work on a school project with me.” I blushed deeply, not used to a boy - especially a dangerously handsome one like him - calling me pretty. Bashfully, I turn to him and stick out my hand.

“My name’s Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” He hesitated a moment, staring at my outstretched hand, before taking it and planting a kiss on my knuckles. If I could turn anymore red, I probably would’ve done so.

“Name’s Dallas,” he drawled, “but you can just call me yours.” I blinked dumbly. What is he doing? I had never had a boy flirt with me so aggressively before. It was completely new to me. Before I could help myself, I let out a nervous laugh.

“Sure,” I said, surprising not only all the boys in the room, but also myself. Dallas recovered with a sly grin before pulling a chair up next to me. I guess he was satisfied with the outcome of the interaction, because for the rest of the afternoon, that’s what he did. Sit next to me quietly, watching me and Pony work on our assignment.

Only when the streetlights turned on and I got up to leave did he move to stand next to me.

“C’mon doll, I’m gonna walk you home. Show me where you live.” He commanded softly, helping me back into my cardigan that I had shed hours before. Smiling my thanks to him and telling Pony that I would see him at school tomorrow, I let him lead me out the front door and we made our way to my house.

The next day at school, I caught up to Pony in the hallway to ask when we could work next. I did not expect the look on his face, however, when he turned to me.

“What did you do with Dal after you left?” He demanded. I was a little taken aback by his abruptness.

“Nothing,” I said, “all he did was walk me home. Is he not usually nice like that?” Pony snorted.

“Y/N, no. He’s not nice. Period. Whatever spell you put on him last night was a good one, cause I’ve never seen Dal act so, I dunno, tame.” That made me think. What did I do to him to make him be so nice to me? Why’d he walk me home last night? Whatever it was, it was not helping the massive crush I was developing on him.

Dallas walking me home continued on until, finally, after four more times walking quietly in the dark, I kissed him on the cheek to thank him and he asked to take me to the Dingo that weekend. Our first date was nice. Nothing too eventful, but instead providing an easy comfort as if we've known each other for years. Something I could easily get used to with him.

Flash forward 6 months and we were still going steady. I love Dallas with all my heart. He is sweet, strong, protective, funny, and not to mention very handsome. He knows I love him. It’s kinda hard to hide it, especially when I know I’m the only person he’s sweet to.

I know he loves me - he just doesn’t like to say it. I understand. Not only does he have a tuff guy reputation to protect, but also he’s been hurt before so it’s hard for him to open up like that. I understand - at least that’s what I keep telling myself. A girl just wants to hear that she’s loved sometimes, you know?

I’ve been trying real hard to not let it bother me, telling myself that I don’t need to hear him say those stupid words cause I know that he means them every time he offers to walk me home, or when he says “Be careful now, doll” in his stupid hot voice, or when he tells me I’m his. I keep telling myself that its enough, that I’m fine with that.

I guess today I didn’t hide my feelings well enough today, cause Dallas’ mood shifted the moment I walked into the Curtis’ living room, accidentally slamming the door while being swamped in my thoughts. He got up from the couch warily, approaching me to take my book-bag from my shoulders.

“Doll,” he asked slowly, as if I was a wild animal, “what’s wrong? Did you not have a good day?” I could’ve started crying on the spot because of how sweet he was. He’s only allowing himself to act like this because we were the only two in the house, but I didn’t mind - that’s just how he is. Which brings me back to the present. I had practiced how to approach this subject a million times, but when I opened my mouth to speak, words came tumbling out at their own accord.

“Dallas, how come you never tell me you love me?” He took a step back, as if I had physically struck him. He sighed before turning back to sit on the couch, running a hand over his face. Did he expect this question? He’s acting like he did. Oh God, he was expecting this. Does that mean he knew his reluctance to say those words would lead to this conversation?

“Y/N,” he began, using my actual name and not a pet name like Doll. That's it, this is the end. Why did I have to go and ruin the good thing we had by opening my mouth. “It’s hard. Things like that don’t come easy to me.” I moved to sit next to him, facing him on the couch, preparing for the worst. “I do, God, I love you so damn much. So much it hurts. If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. I don’t want you to doubt that. Promise me you won’t doubt my love for you?” He searched my eyes, looking for who knows what. I did start crying, launching myself into his lap to sob into his neck. He's so good to me and I'm awful for not believing his love for me.

“I’m sorry for doubting you. I love you. I’m so stupid. I love you. I’m sorry -“ He kissed me back, effectively silencing me.

“Baby, you’re babbling. I’m sorry for making you doubt.” I giggled, playing with his St. Christopher around his neck. He watched my hands play with the chain. Something suddenly caught my attention.

“Do you realize you just quoted Jane Austen?” I asked.

“Who the hell is that?”

“Never mind,” I giggled before going to kiss him again.

#dallas winston imagines #the outsiders imagines #Dallas winston x reader #dally winston #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #the outsiders fanfiction

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 months

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Sylvia lore. So much angst. I'm so sorry.

⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎☆⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎

Sylvia does not wear a prom dress. It's glorified lingerie if anything, a short little dress found in the back of her closet; a relic of simpler times. Her revenge dress, as Dally always called it.

A thin cardigan tossed around her shoulders, a single silver button clasped in the middle across her brassiere.

Too-tall-heels that hurt her feet, and a single little purse held in both hands.

She tries a smile and a pathetic little twirl. Bleached, burned curls fall against her shoulders when she slows, carefully reaching to her eyes but smudging her makeup anyway.

Tim thinks she looks like a filly. Can't keep still, eyes moving back and forth too much. He tries to calm her, through the haze of cigarette smoke curling between them.

“Don't you have a dance to be at?”

“I can't believe we used to fit on that bed.”

The mattress sags. Sylvia pries open her clutch, hastily pulling out a small flask. It's done in a few gulps, rim stained red, and shoved back into her momma’s white clutch before she speaks again.

“I graduated today.”

“I know, I watched. Had to leave after your turn though—, business.”

She nods. “I wouldn't wanna stay the whole time either. Kinda had to though, bein’ in the middle ‘n’ all.” She scoffs. “Sylvia Jackson.”

Curls crumple when she lays her head on his shoulder. Neither move for a while. It's a warm evening, June of 1966. Tim tries not to get ash on her dress and Sylvia tries not to cry.

“I wish you didn't drop out. We could've done it together—, graduatin’. Hell, you coulda been my prom date… don't think they’ll let me drag you ‘long this time.”

Tim exhales, a careful arm around her frail shoulders. His chest rumbles when he speaks; sounding gruffer than he meant to.

“Do you even wanna go to this dance, doll?”

“I wanna get out, Tim.”

Out of Tulsa. Hell, maybe out of the fucking state. He can't blame her— he can barely get a word of common sense in before she’s off on a tangent, tounge that used to cut boys like him to ribbons in their youth.

They're not kids anymore.

“We could leave tonight, while everyone’s busy with the party. Wouldn't even have to tell anyone—, well, we could leave a note for the kids ‘n’ one for Buck. Hell, we could just bring Curls ‘n’ Ang with us—,”

Something in his chest tightens when he lays a scarred hand on her knee. “I can't leave, Sylv. You know that.”

“I know that,” she chuckles through quick tears spilling over her bottom lashes. “I was just-, just thinkin’. I've been doin’ a lot of that these days.”

Thinking of what she’ll do now. She was never an A+ student, college or anything after was out of the question. Not to mention the financial aspect of it all.

Thinking of that gymnasium. The walls done up in streamers, fruit punch and class cupcakes to be enjoyed by all.

She thinks of the Prom Court. King and Queen was no contest; who a better candidate than some dead Soc and his mourning girlfriend?

Sylvia wishes bitterly in her mind for them to move on as she imagines Sherri Valance dressed to the nines, twirling delicately with that plastic crown held to her chest, a match if tiara placed atop her bombshell hairdo.

She thinks of the warm black earth in front of his headstone. It's his birthday carved there. It's his name staring back at her. It doesn't seem real; it never does. She still thinks there’d been some kind of mistake. Some other hood torn apart by bullets under harsh street lamps that brutal night in August.

Dally could always out run the pigs. Always.

Dally never left her for this long.

Never.

“I dunno what to do.”

“You're gonna go to your prom, Sylvia. ‘N’ you're gonna be the best lookin’ girl there.” He tucks hair behind her ear, wipes the pad of his thumb under her eye where mascara had begun to run. “You're gonna call me in the mornin’, alright? We’ll go for coffee. Like old times.”

”I’ll call you tomorrow,” she parrots shaikily. Tim nods, Sylvia smiles. “I should get goin’… I don’t wanna miss my prom.”

“Go get ‘em, cowgirl,” Tim calls. He can hear her heels click against the floor the whole way through the hall and down the stairs, all the way to the front door. It slams back into place as quickly as it was thrown open. He stands. Just enough to watch his oldest friend teeter down the sidewalk in her too-tall-heels.

Sylvia will miss her prom. She’ll empty her change into the hand of the bus driver, taking her ticket and watching Tulsa pass by. The sun dips below rooftops, and she’ll make her way into a seedy little bar on the other end of greaser territory. She’ll meet a boy there; her age, another relic from years ago. William— Billy, as he always preferred, Dawson.

He’ll buy her a drink, she’ll repay him with a dance or two. He’ll buy as many drinks as it takes to keep her happy, clinging to his arms as she slides out of her heels and against his chest. She’ll thank him for the fun, planting a quick, deep kiss against his lips.

When he invites her to his car, she’ll follow.

His hair is brown rather than white-blonde. His eyes, every other colour than that pale, lifeless, blue. But tonight, he smells of tobacco and night. Her nails dig into his leather jacket just right, and the way he holds her.

So tightly, so warm, so possessively.

In a way so sickeningly familiar, Sylvia can only push herself closer against his bare chest the next morning, her sorry excuse of a prom dress pushed well past her thighs.

Tim will understand, she tells herself as she settles into his grip. Tim always understands.

i knew where we were going, i knew, and you still had me sucked into the story and gasping when she met up with billy. that’s the sign of a wonderful storyteller-

#dillo’s replies #sophie i guess13 #can’t tell you how many times i read this #please expect something in return #i gotta get you something #you bestow greatness upon me #it’s only fitting that i give you something too #dunno what it’ll be #but it’ll be something

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 month

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Thank you Librarians for allowing me to hear Dale Acton call someone his 'blossoming sunflower' XDDD

Now I can't stop imagining Dale being under some love spell and Norman and Wayne have to deal with him/keep him away from the object of his 'affections' XDDD

"... huh?" Slowly waking up from the blunt force invoked 'nap' Norman gave him earlier, now tied to a chair with his arms pulled back tight, Dale squints and looks around. "Wh- "

Wayne, leant on the wall across from where Dale's chair sits in the middle of the room, notices first; straightening up. "Oh, Norm, lover boy's awake."

"Oh, great." Norman rolls his eyes, looking up from his phone. He had been taking the time to respond to some texts- but now that Dale's awake he's gotta deal with this shit. Hence, the dull sarcasm him in his tone.

"What the hell am I tied up for!?"

"Your own good, kid, trust us."

"Trust you?? Let me out, Wayne! I, I have to piss. Come on!"

Dale's wriggling, making the chair jump, but all he's going to accomplish is chucking himself to the floor if he keeps going. Norman sighs, strolling over to stand in front of him between the tied-up, lovesick idiot and his other- more seasoned, shamelssly jeering, idiot.

"Look, man, this is not personal." He days, sounding completely removed from any sense of comfort he may be attempting to give. "Soon as you tell us you ain't into Y/N anymore- and we believe you- we'll let you go. So??"

Norman raises his brows pointedly at Dale, waiting for a responce. So???

... Dale manages to keep a straight face for all of 15 seconds before he breaks into a gigantic grin. Wayne rolls his eyes up towards the sky, on impact, and huffs out a sigh. "Where is my blossoming sunflower?? Huh?"

"Oh, christ."

"What's she doin'? Did she say anything about me??"

"No."

"Wait- Is a guy with her??? F- let me outta this- "

As Dale starts to trash once again, anger building up at the scene he's making up in his own disease-addled brain, Norman pivots on his foot and starts heading out the door.

"Oi! Where are you goin!?- "

"I dunno howta deal with this- but I'm getting the fucken spray bottle. Its a good start, and even if its not," Norman shrugs. "It'll make me feel better."

#Good Day For It Thugs #the brainrot is still here.#Good Day For It #Dale Acton #Wayne Jackson #Norman Tyrus

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gnomgnomovich · 7 days

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@laurencher , вы просто... Я просто...

...Sooooo I just got home from work *cider is doing pshhhhh*

*Taking a reeeeeeeeally looooooong siiiiiiip*

So I've been drawing previous pic for a week, I guess. Like, man. I'm really tired. Literally every day since, I dunno, maybe last Tuesday? I usually returned from work at 8-9 pm and painted until 2-3 am and then just slept for 4 hours before work.

It's my first +- serious work for, hmm, 7-9 years I guess? I'm not satisfaed with the result, but just can't do it anymore X)

I have a serious lack of skills( It's not an affectation, it's a fact that was born from poor practice due some personal circumstances. Lack of practice leads toooooooooooooooooooo a bad lines and perspective and so. Like, I see mistakes in my work, but I can't do better, except in my head! And I don't know how people doin rendering! What is rendering?!?!

MY HANDS WON'T LISTEN TO MEEEEE

Like, for example, I decided to make the pic with shading to make it look more chaotic. So I've started with the cloak and did a loooooooooooooooot of shading in micro.

For two days I was like:

*scratching da shit out of the tablet*

But it's not even visible under other layers ahahhaha

*riding bicycle under a gray heavy rainy sky, ugly crying and ringing the bell, then fall off and lying in dirt*

...also the part I love the most is DOFUS, but it was not included into the original idea, so the whole composition looks overwhelmed in the end.

Well, at least it's dark. As I wanted!

*Hicc*

Okay, time to stop whining like a little bitch :D Soon I'll come back with more an ugly drawing, but tonight let's all sleep really deep and hard. Love you all, especially alcohol ehehe

Sorry for cringe but actually not sorry

#hehe :3 #have a good evening #gentleshes and ladyhes #also my english is bad too hehe

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incorrectsmashbrosquotes · 2 years

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The Super Smash Questionnaire

Sakurai: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the 1st anniversary of Sora's playable debut in Super Smash Bros. Ultimate!

(Much hooting and hollering ensues. King K. Rool even shoots his Blunderbuss.)

Sakurai: Thank you, thank you, and please don't shoot that anymore.

Sakurai: I know this game has seen better days in the past year, between competition from other conglomerates, and my own YouTube channel being a thing. But this is going to ask the one question people have on their minds.

Sonic: Are we getting paid for this?

Sakurai: Except for that question, which does not need answering now.

Sakurai: The question is: Which third-party characters could get a callback for the next Smash entry? Now, may the first non-Nintendo character step up to the plate?

Snake: Kept ya waiting, huh? If you guys simply must know, I was part of Brawl's E3 trailer to drum up extra hype, as it may. I also represent Konami in the gaming pantheon, if that helps.

Mario: But not only is Konami not the most cooperative studio to work with, but you missed out on Smash For. Next!

Sonic: Sonic here. I'm the mascot of Sega, the progenitor of 16-bit chaos, and I appeared the most in this franchise.

Link: You know, this guy has potential. Next applicant.

Mega Man: Hi! I'm Mega Man. People still think of me as the face of Capcom, and my franchise was a big part of the NES legacy. We don't talk about my animated past, though.

Captain Falcon: I dunno. If we're restricted to just one rep per company, it'll be hard to justify bringing you back.

Link: Said the second most likely Smash 64 vet to be cut...

Falcon: Hey! At least I'm in the game at all!

Mario: We'll keep in touch. Next.

Pac-Man: How ya doin? The name's Pac-Man, but you can call me Pac. I'm the face of Bandai Namco, who helps develop Smash games nowadays, and I'm one of the most mainstream gaming character ever conceived! How's that for good reasons?

Mario: Allow me to be biased for a moment, as we go way back here. You didn't have to bring up the developer credits to justify your return.

Pac-Man: R-Really?

Link: Really, really. Next.

Ryu: Sup. Name's Ryu. It has been my life's mission to fight alongside and against anyone I meet. And for the business side of things, I'm the face of Capcom that they don't want to remove.

Mega Man: What did you say?

Ryu: Nothing personal, but if it was up to them, you and Zero would have swapped representation tiers for Ultimate.

Link: To prevent any harm in this stage, I will say that it's a really tough decision. Cap's right. If we do pick a single rep for each company, it would be a hard choice.

Ryu: Fine. I won't judge you for this. I'll be waiting backstage.

Mario: Next!

Cloud: Hey.

Link: No offense, kid, but Square Enix is already quite stingy, and there's also that persistent rumor that Sony's gonna buy them. However, in your favor, there is the fact that you are the biggest name from that company in terms of fighters.

Cloud: Thanks. I was worried I wouldn't be able to get a say in this.

Link: Just be thankful you're still in the game.

Cloud: Oh, I am.

Falcon: Next up, please.

Bayonetta: Hello, boys. While I might not be the biggest third-party character, my company, PlatinumGames, has a very good relationship with both Sega and Nintendo. Especially the latter. I even think they want to be on the same level as Retro and Next Level before it.

Falcon: At the risk of dating myself even further, woah Mama!

Mario: I sure hope Peach doesn't see that.

Link: What they're trying to say is that you might have more of a chance than the Smash community would hope to think. Some of them still think that you rigged the ballot.

Bayonetta: Oh, really? That's a shame.

Mario: Next.

Simon and Richter both show up.

Mario: Okay, why are both of you here at once?

Simon: Because we're apparently Echoes of each other, according to Sakurai.

Richter: But at least we're more Nintendo-friendly than Snake.

Mario: That is true, but we only need one Belmont for the franchise. Which one shall it be.

Simon: Let's just cut to the chase. If we're getting one Belmont, it's gonna be me. Richter can be an Assist or something.

Falcon: Good concept, but I wouldn't put Richter on that level if I were you.

Richter: See? He gets it.

Link: Next.

Ken: Hi, guys!

Mario: If I can be blunt for a second, I'm not sure if Echo Fighters are gonna make it in the next game, and we already have Ryu and Mega Man duking it out for the Capcom invitation. So, you should probably prepare for the worst in your case.

Ken: Alright. I'm already a big part of Street Fighter 6, so I don't need Smash to stay alive.

Captain Falcon: I take offense to that, you know.

Ken: I'm sure you do. See ya!

Joker: Hey, is this spot taken?

Mario: For a Sega rep? Twice over, but state your case anyway.

Joker: Thanks! For one, Atlus is an actual Sega division, meaning I'm higher up on the totem pole than Bayonetta. For two, I'm the Cloud of Persona, if that makes sense. For three, since Sega also owns TMS, you can give me a Lupin III-esque skin for the next game if people want their "anime in Smash" comparison.

Link: Yeah, but we were thinking of using your gimmick to keep Marth in the game. If you've seen the Engage trailer, you could see where we're going with this.

Joker: (beat) Okay. Save a spot for me next month.

Captain Falcon: We'll try.

Luminary: Hi. As the main Hero skin, I'm gonna speak for all of them. The four of us are some of the most well-known Dragon Quest protagonists, and the worst part about how we went into the game probably isn't a big factor anymore.

Mario: Hmm... You make a fine point for you and your colleagues, but Cloud outranks all of you in popularity. However, I suppose I could see you make the cut, with or without the other Heroes, like we can see Ryu or Snake representing their companies second.

Luminary: Thank you, thank you! You won't regret this!

Captain Falcon: Shall the next combatant come forth?

Banjo: Guh-huh! Hiya, folks!

Mario: Banjo! My old buddy! How's it hanging, pal?

Kazooie: Not as well as it should be, but it's nice to be wanted.

Link: Kazooie! Be nice.

Banjo: For once, I agree with her. It is nice to be wanted. Plus, the folks at Microsoft are pretty chummy with the Nintendo bigwigs nowadays, which means we have hope to return. Right?

Kazooie: Please say yes. It's all we have left now!

Mario: I'm thinking, I'm thinking. And from the fandom's perspective, we'd probably have some beheadings if you guys got cut.

Banjo: (sigh) Yep. You likely would...

Mario: Just don't count your Jinjos before they fly.

Kazooie: Fine by us. C'mon, Banjo.

Captain Falcon: Next.

Terry: Let's get to business. While SNK is a more minor player in the video game field, they were more than happy to let me in the game. They don't say they got a free newcomer with the purchase of a soundtrack for no reason, after all.

Link: He's got a point. Plus, Sakurai was inspired by King of Fighters to make Smash more inclusive in its gameplay.

Sakurai: That is correct.

Terry: So, I can make it back?

Mario: Perhaps.

Steve: Hello, fellow Smash fighters. I'm Steve.

Alex: And I'm Alex!

Steve: Not only is Minecraft now the highest-selling game ever made, not only is it a Microsoft IP that provides a steady income for the executives, not only is it recent despite the style of the game...

Alex: But if we return, there's actually more than eight starter skins for the game now. No more Zombie or Enderman or other skins for us!

Mario: All those reasons sound great! I'll just tell Banjo and Kazooie when the show's over.

Steve: Okay.

Sephiroth: (evil chuckle)

Mario, Link, and Captain Falcon: NO!

Sephiroth: Oh? You won't even give me a chance?

Captain Falcon: No offense, pretty boy, but FFVII has too much exposure.

Link: I get enough trouble from Ganondorf, thank you very much.

Mario: And your trailer was the closest I ever got to death since Ridley's debut at E3 2018!

Sephiroth: Okay, fine. I can take a hint. Send the folks at Wooden Plank my regards.

Cloud: OH, YOU AGAIN!

Sephiroth: Save it for Final Destination, Cloud.

Cloud: You bet I will, fly boy!

Mario: Next, please!

Kazuya: Hmph. It's not like I wanted to be here, anyway.

Captain Falcon: Well, it's not like you have a shot at returning, either. Pac-Man's a better Namco rep, Ryu and Terry are better fighting game reps, and Cloud's a better PS1 rep. In short, good luck getting that lucky phone call.

Kazuya: I can say the same thing about you and mean it.

Falcon: That does it! I'm going through All-Star Mode after this.

Link: Looks like our next guy is the last third-party character.

Mario: A-ok! Let's see who it is.

Sora: (inhales)

Mario: Owned by both Disney and Square Enix, with Disney having more of a say.

Link: The obligatory "too many swordfighters" claim that I'm surprised hasn't been brought up by this point.

Captain Falcon: And your lore makes the Encyclopedia Britannica look like a picture book.

Mario: Sorry, but you're not making it in next time. It's just business, and business stinks right about now.

Sakurai: That's all the time we have left. Tune in next week for the non-Nintendo characters who want to get in the game.

Captain Falcon: Dogpile in 3. 2. 1.

Mario: CHARGE!!

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nihils-trolls · 8 months

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Villoh, have you been feeling better lately? Ever since you learned your health was a hot garbage fire and how to fix it?

=> She winces at the thought of her previous situation.

"Eeeehhh, y'know, I feel really fucking stupid about the whole thing lookin' back at it. You'd think I woulda realized somewhere that I was starving myself. Slowly, but still."

"... I dunno. But, not doin' that anymore obviously. Not after learning more about the hot mess of an ability my lineage has. Apparently."

"But yeah! I'm doin' fuckin. Fantastic. It's nice to not feel tired all the time. Or constantly plagued by headaches I'm tryin' to ignore just so I can feel like I'm existin'."

"I've been takin' on a few more odd jobs since I feel more up to it. Lookin' to save up for the holinight season, n' maybe plan something for Fright's Fest this year."

"Dunno what, yet! But I do love some good scares and horror. It'll be fun. I'm sure of it."

#villoh ic #villoh marqis #ask-ew #cloudbattrolls #god I love her

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vergilberg · 2 years

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i'm not in yakuza mode right now, which is unfortunate bc i love Happier Than Ever'verse! so have some fuckin . snippets or something 😭 im literally only capable of writing dialogue for this AU

[id: Haruka — “I buried you! I buried you, and I thought you were dead, and for the longest time I thought you were never going to come back and right when I started accepting that, you did. I just — I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep seeing you leave and come back like it’s nothing, because it is something - to us, to me. You’re here but, to me, your feet are still in the grave. And you — you won’t let us pull you out of it.” /end id]

[id: 1969 is not the year of the tiger, but it is the year that Shintaro Kazama meets Futoshi Shimano /end id]

[id:

“It’ll be less if we leave now and if the police aren’t looking!” Sohei laughs, “you know how I drive.”

What was it Sohei used to say? He drives like how he fucks: hard and fast? Ugh. Shintaro was going to die.

/end id]

[id: If Kazama, Nishiki, and Yumi are dead, then Kiryu is a ghost - lingering too long around their graves, in the early morning mist and the light smoke from the burning incense. In a more literal sense, it’d be easy to mistake Kiryu for some kind of spirit, with his longer, greying hair, and tired eyes - not to mention the fact that, legally, he is supposed to be dead. /end id]

[id:

Shimano — “Look at this place. What the hell are you doing Kazama?”

Kazama — “You won’t — you won’t understand anything even if I told you.”

Shimano — “Really? Try me. Explain.”

Kazama — “An orphanage —“

Shimano — “Yeah, I know—“

Kazma — “For - for the children of … of those I’d killed. I … figured I’d save them. Give them a chance at life, and, you know, I could try to be—“

Shimano — “Try to be what? A good person?”

Kazama — “I … yes. Yes. To be a good person.”

Shimano — “Hah. That’s fucking funny. You think just … taking them in is gonna erase the fact that ya killed their parents in the first place? Ya think you can just…. atone fer yer sins by helpin’ the people ya hurt?”

Kazama – “What did you want me to do?! Abandon them?! Leave them to the wolves?! Is that what you wanted from me?!”

Shimano – “Nah… that’s not it. What I wanted was fer ya to own up to your shit, Shintaro. Ya think yer doin’ good, do ya? Ya think yer a good person, doin’ all o’ this?! Well, yer wrong.”

Kazama – “At least I’m better than you are. You probably would’ve killed them too.”

Shimano – “Nah, this isn’t about me. Now – are ya? Are ya really better than me? At least I have the fuckin’ balls to own up to the horrible shit I’ve done fer the clan. You – yer tryin’ to be noble to cover up the fact that yer a goddamn murderer. Bein’ noble doesn’t mean shit if ya ain’t got anything to back it up, and ya sure as hell don’t. Not with how ya keep yer hits all hush-hush nowadays.”

Kazama – “What are you trying to say then? That you’re the good person between us? That you’re noble? Don’t make me laugh. You – you revel in the blood, the violence, the death that we live in. You’re a fucking monster.”

Shimano – “Yeah? Well, yer not a good person either, Shintaro. I dunno how ya got it into yer head that ya were, but yer fuckin not. Yer a yakuza – we are yakuza – but yer hands…. they’re bloodier than most. How many people have ya killed? And how many o’ those kids of yer’s aren’t gonna know their parents ‘cause of you? Some o’ them? All o’ them? There ain’t a difference - not in the world we live in. Spilt blood is spilt blood, all th’ same. Ya have the damn gall – the nerve – to say I’m a monster? I have some fuckin’ news for you then. Yer a monster too, and I ain’t gonna let ya forget it.”

/end id]

[id:

Majima — “What’s worse, d’you think?”

Saejima — “Hm?”

Majima — “What’s worse? Th’ fact that he keeps leaving or… the fact he keeps coming back?”

Saejima — “Hm. Yer accent’s slippin’.”

Majima — “My — for god’s sakes, just answer the damn question.”

Saejima — “Sometimes people jus’ come an’ go like that, Majima.”

Majima — “And him? You call that just ‘coming and going?’”

/end id]

#yakuza #rgg #yakuza fanfiction #haruka sawamura #shintaro kazama #futoshi shimano #kiryu kazuma #goro majima #taiga saejima #kazuma kiryu #majima goro #saejima taiga #shimano futoshi #kazama shintaro #happier than ever verse #v writes things #KNOWING HOW TO CHARACTERIZE PEOPLE? WHAT'S THAT? (starts screaming and crying)

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the-falling-star · 2 years

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Hello love! Hru doin'?

Belated Congratulations on your bachelor degree. I'm so happy for you. Make sure to take breaks from time to time okay. Indeed spiritual stuffs are happening rn. Saturn is in ret, jup will be too after 2 days till 2 Nov, tmr is a new moon in leo... Heavy intense energy ugh-

My present situation is dunno very lazy n stuff. I should be studying for my national entrance exam but I'm jst not studing. Maybe phn addiction is a reason too but I mean where's the real motivation? I jst don't feel like touching my books. I don't even bother to open my bag after coming back from my centre!? My emotions are all over the place n lately I hv been really stress abt I myself dont know what?. I suddenly started feeling sad, depressed and anxious. My rel with my family are like getting better n then messing up then getting better then again messing up n it goes on n on. I feel stagnant n I'm actually forgetting everything or anything within seconds. My main focus is my STUDIES so I need guidance over that pls if u can😭 also I noticed that people around me are also feeling the shift in their life. Like they know what they want to write/do but ends up writing/doing smtg else for instance, you wanna write chromosomal material condenses to form compact mitotic chromosomes but you ended up writing chromosomal material attached to form compact mitotic chromosomes even tho you knew you wanted to write condenses not attached!? This happened with a girl who was sitting with me yesterday like three or more than three times with the same sub over n over again n same happened with me few days ago. Dunno but I'm actually tryna make improvements in me so that I can study better for my exam but jst can't help it 😭 there's nthg happening.

Thankyou sm angel, take care💜

Hi 😊

Oh god i just realized I have a full moon in my 7th house + Saturn retro transiting my 12th house 😭

I actually was going through the same situation when I was preparing for my bachelor exams But I eventually remembered what will happe if I don't succeed and What will happen If I do succeed ,what will happen if my friend did it but I didn't how I'm i going to feel and then I got scared and started revising everything This is a really serious period of time in your life it may change a lot but may be the cause of you losing a chance or an opportunity that's coming in your way do you want to lose that chance ? of course not so what are you going to do is to shut down your social media not telling you o not use your phone anymore but you need to control yourself in order for you to make a progress. The message I got for you is that something really big is slipping away from your hand if you keep acting like this.

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Random thoughts I've had about Kimi on her bull and @majimemegoro 's Kadokura having to deal with that.

She's a top tier cleaner, well, when she's paid for it or being stubborn, her own spaces are a wreck, but just. Super uh. Unconventional about it. Does she own slippers that double as mops? Yes. Do the floors positively gleam when she leaves a room? Somehow also yes.

("I hate cleaning but I hate being told I can't even more. Mama absolutely used this against me.")

She cooks and its totally delicious. When asked for the recipe, the only response is "I have no idea I just keep adding things until it tastes right." Oddly she can replicate it, yet all attempts at writing it down or following along as she cooks fail.

("Iunno what y'all are doin' wrong. You just add things. It's not hard.")

She can recite the scientific names of most plants and the details of their care. She also kills every last one of them she touches. She's banned from the lawn. She also knows an alarming amount about naturally occurring poisons and how best to utilize avoid them.

("I wasn't allowed to touch the plants until after they were in the house. Rude.")

Speaking of alarming knowledge, she also knows a frightening amount about improvised explosives. And chemical weaponry. And a great many other dangerous things the 'average' girl wouldn't typically know about. She is extremely casual/nonchalant about this, as though it is in fact, perfectly normal.

("I dunno what to tell you, my parents are preppers. Guess I grew up weird.")

Surprisingly good at getting blood out of things. When asked she just shrugs and says that she grew up on a farm, and while she sucked at hunting, given she has no patience and too soft a heart for 'cute' things, she knows how to break down a body, and clean up when it's done.

("Dad had no stomach for butchery, so me and mama handled it".)

Inexplicably well liked when she runs into other people. She has no filter, and isn't exactly... Friendly. Will outright state she hates people. Yet really really good at small talk and getting people to trust her. However she's pretty straight forward and guiless so the most this gets used for is conning people out of the last of a snack. She gets her snack and for some reason also their entire life story. She rolls with it.

("No forreal tho, people will just, spill all their secrets while standing in line at the conbini. I don't even do anything but like. Smile?")

This. Turned into a random list of odd RGG!Kimi headcanons. I just. I'm very entertained by the idea of him and how he'd deal with... This disaster of a person XD

Especially just. He's trying to find a motive, pin down the reason she just won't leave. And she's just like "iunno". She genuinely doesn't know either, she's just attached now. And she doesn't know the why to that either, it just is, and that's good enough for her. She's never questioned her heart. And despite being significantly (I'm pretty sure?) younger, has such 'mom/big sis' energy for him. Which. Given she can barely take care of herself... Lmfao

("You're fired." "You don't pay me anymore. I'm a volunteer. You can't fire a volunteer." "Yes. Yes you can." "Mmm I disagree." - how I imagine this exchange)

RGG!Kimi, especially in iterations like this one, is so fun. She has a loose basis in actual upbringing, but twisted and exaggerated. I like toying with it.

She defies logic in ways that are so humanly confusing. People are weird. She's weird.

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strawberry-barista · 1 year

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⚅ — Anonymous asked: — ⚅

⚅ — You were right, no one wants to hear what you have to say. Why would they? You're useless. No one needs you, not even Joshua, now that he has Hope. Every single person you love feels unloved, unloveable, do you really think that's a coincidence? No. You make them feel that way.

You push a sense of closeness onto everyone around you to fuel your own ego, your own desires, and are unwilling to consider any other kinds of relationships. You miss the warmth and comfort of your own family, and you try to fill that hole with impressionable, troubled "kids" who you claim to adopt. But what kind of parent has a favorite child, Sanae? How do you think Joel felt when you told him that? How do you think it feels to always play second-fiddle to a whiny, entitled brat who has done nothing but hurt you, who won't even let you avenge your own daughter?

Oh, but he lets you hug him. And kiss him. And where would you be without that? That's why you cling so hard, why you let him mistreat you--you would be so cold and lonely without him, and you couldn't stand that. It doesn't matter how subpar you think his personality is, because he shuts right up when you're giving him affection, anyways, and don't you love it when he does that?

Ah, well, don't let me stop you from continuing to ruin the lives of everyone you decide to "adopt." I hope the next old man who bumps foreheads with you and calls you "Kitten" is somehow able to love you back. — ⚅

Insult the Muse!

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

It takes Hanekoma a moment to respond to this. There was so much vehemence in it, and it was almost hateful in its delivery. He wondered if he had done something to hurt this person in the past. Or maybe it was just the case of someone trying so hard it was coming off as desperate...

In any case, it wasn't entirely wrong. He had made terrible mistakes, and he had to acknowledge that. He couldn't act like nothing happened. It was the current that really had any sway on things, though. Not that he should forget these past transgressions, but that he should move forward anyway. That was the name of the game, wasn't it? Move forward anyway.

He pulled a grin at his customer and turned to pour them a coffee float, "In the midst of all that, you still found a way to wish me happiness in the future? That's sweet'a ya, boss~ Mm... In all seriousness, though, you gotta know all that stuff, that... Those bad memories? They're just that. I have to do what I can to atone for that... Ah, but... That's probably not a satisfying answer, is it?"

He glanced over his shoulder to spy his guest, judging the weight in their posture before returning to his work. This one was coming along nicely, and it has was sure the dollop of ice cream would soften them up a bit.

"Let me address everything you've talked about, one at a time... I am... Painfully aware of just how much no one needs me. It's one of my biggest... Ah... Hurdles, I guess. I'm not supposed to call 'em problems anymore. Negative language, ya know. But yeah. That's something I gotta work on. Well, I just see it this way, now: if I'm not needed, all the better. That means they're doin' good, or they're on the road to doin' good. I shouldn't want someone to need me. Emotionally, spiritually, or physically. I want everyone to be independent and happy with their lives. And I'm glad Joshua is finding help in others. I want him to make more friends and family. It's good for 'im. It's a good step. It doesn't bother me if that pulls him away from me. He's free to live his life with whoever he wants to. I'll always be here for him either way. Mm... I dunno if I would agree that I'm the reason they feel that way, though, boss. We've all got our own hurdles to get over."

He finished brewing the coffee and scooped out the ice cream, being sure to doll it up a bit before he spun around and carefully placed the glass before his guest. If there was no one else in the café at the time, he was happy to show off his skills and be flashy here.

"Now, when it comes to my trying to use them to replace my own family, you're... Kind of right. I'll give ya that. I've got this big old hole in my chest, boss, and I wanna fill it with all the warmth and love and happiness that I miss from 'em. And so I try to build a family with those people I get invested in. And yeah, maybe I could learn to chill a little about that. After all, not everyone wants that outta me. Haz, too, he didn't wanna be that close. So... I'm learning to step back and respect their boundaries. That's something I'm working on right now. The reason I told Joel about how I felt was because I didn't want him to feel blindsided by that information later, or suddenly understand it to then feel as if he wasn't important because of it. And I didn't want him to feel lied to in case he already knew. Lemme give ya a little secret, boss. Most parents have favorites. I bet even single kids have parents who play favorites among their friends. But that's not what this is. My connection to Joshua is on a whole other kinda level. We're soulmates, I truly believe that. Bound by countless universes. He's literally the one person I am destined to be tied to, no matter what. Of course I love him most. I can't help that. But when your heart's as big as mine, there's plenty'a room, and that's the important thing."

And finally he leaned forward, pressed his elbows against the counter and he lowered himself down and gazed over his glasses at the other, really sized them up. He couldn't help how his smile got just a little bigger, how proud he was of himself for holding these truths in his hands and being able to look them full force, dead in the eye.

"Aaaand, about your little comment? I can truly say that I wish that for myself, too, one'a these days. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that a part'a me still wishes it could be the obvious, but that's done and over. And I'm movin' on. I'm not holding out for anything, of course, but if I stumble into love, maybe I'll try a little harder next time, eh?"

#busy dizzy and lazy ⤙ic⤚⚄#you still lack in experience ⤙answer⤚⚄#is this a place to shine? ⤙post neo⤚⚄#mentioned: kingsmedley #mentioned: hopeful hugz #mentioned: fallenphxtxgrapher #mentioned: pureposer #long post tw #//CUT BECAUSE IT'S VV LONG GUYS

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My Beliefs

Kuroda's initial 1★ story (1/1)

Location: library (morning) | Characters: Kuroda, Monet

Monet: Aah, I dunno what to do.

Kuroda: Oh, I'm having an illusion that you're in the study picking out books.

Monet: A-An illusion, you say…

I just got stuck in the production process and came here lookin’ for an art book that might be helpful.

Kuroda: Ooh... I see what you mean. It's not a bad thing to try to learn from the past in order to create a good work of art.

Monet: Haha, well, it's a bitter pill to swallow, I guess.

… So, what are ya doin’ here, Kuroda-sensei?

Kuroda: I was reading a letter.

Monet: A letter for ya? Oh, is it from a student?

Kuroda: I don't know what you're so surprised about…

… It's a letter from my mentor.

Monet: Kuroda-sensei's mentor…!? Wait, does that mean someone like Manet-aniki!?

Kuroda: Don't compare him to that character failure.

Monet: A-Aniki ain't a character failure!

Kuroda: … I can't talk to someone like you who's in his same school of thought about this subject.

Monet: So, who's your mentor?

Kuroda: His name is Raphaël Collin.

Monet: Raphaël Collin, huh… Hmm, I may or may not have heard of him…

Kuroda: It's not unreasonable if you don't know him. It's not that he's famous.

Well... People might not know it, but I know how great the teacher's paintings are. Besides, not everything that's good is necessarily appreciated by the public. In fact, it's much more likely that it’s not.

Monet: Right... Sometimes, even when ya think you're good at somethin', other people won't accept it.

Kuroda: Since everyone's tastes and ideas are different, it's difficult to create something that strikes a chord with everyone. Many have given up painting because of the lack of public recognition. As they say, in accordance with your beliefs, right?

I aspired to be a painter after seeing my teacher's paintings. I admired the way he painted without bending his beliefs.

Monet: Beliefs... Huh. ... I don't care what the world thinks of me, I'm gonna go for what I believe in…

… !! So ain't he just like Manet-aniki!?

Kuroda: …

Monet: I see I see, ya admired someone like him! I know exactly how ya feel…!

Kuroda: …

Monet: I'm feelin’ motivated! All right, I'm gonna paint with all my might!

Kuroda: …

Seriously, I can't even be bothered to deny it anymore…

#card tl #card translation #palepare #palepare tl #palette parade #palette parade tl #translation #kuroda #seiki kuroda #1★

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