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findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years

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Dream SMP Recap (June 2/2021) - Self-Care and Reconciliation

Fundy tries some speedy self-care to follow Quackity’s directions of “finding himself.”

Foolish finds out about the supreme fridge and isn’t pleased.

Antfrost seeks out Foolish, Bad and Puffy to find peace and make amends after what happened with the Egg.

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VOD LINKS:

Philza

Tubbo

Fundy

Foolish

Eret

Captain Puffy

Antfrost

Michaelmcchill

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- Phil works on the basement some more

- Tubbo works on his outpost

- Tubbo comes over to the Arctic and visits Phil in his basement to “spy” on him

- They go to Tubbo’s outpost and Tubbo asks if Phil would like to make a TNT canon with him. Phil sees Las Nevadas

- Tubbo’s a changed person since he tried to kill Phil’s friend, and now he and Phil are on good terms!

- Tubbo and Phil start attempting to wrangle a Ghast together for the outpost

- A few days ago, Quackity told Fundy that he could have a plot of land in Las Nevadas under certain circumstances, and Fundy has a choice to join the nation or not

- When he and Quackity spoke, Quackity said that this plot of land can be his if Fundy can find himself. Fundy needs to fix what’s broken

- Living in the middle of nowhere away from other people isn’t good, so today, Fundy wants to take care of himself and become a better person

- Fundy’s snow fox is outside, but Fundy decides to let him roam for the time being

- Fundy goes outside and creates a board with signs:

FUNDY’S PLAN TO BECOME BETTER MAN:

Healthy diet! fish, steak, vegetables, fruit, dary, grains

Take care of himself. be able to cut down tree fast

mine diamonds

be able to accept therapy say “im okay with therapy”

good friends, get 3 people to say im a friend

sleep

take care of pet :)

learn to count

- He sets up a timer to do these eight things, and once it starts, he immediately runs off to fix his diet

- Fundy fetches some cod from the sea and spots Tubbo’s outpost in the distance. Curious, he goes over -- if someone lives there, that can go towards his friend goal

- Seeing that Tubbo isn’t online, Fundy messages Phil instead. He asks if they are friends, and Phil just asks what he wants. After a lot more pressing, Phil says they are friends! Fundy is his grandson, after all

- Phil asks if Fundy is safe. Fundy is overjoyed that he cares about his safety, and counts that as two friends! Fundy says he should come by to play cards sometimes, and Phil likes the idea

- To himself, Fundy whispers: “You are a friend and you are appreciated and worth something. You are cool. You are special. You are loved.”

He counts this as the final friend, and has now completed one goal!

- He creates a small patch of dirt and plants wheat, then goes mining for diamonds

- Fundy chops some trees and returns to his house

- On his bed, he psyches himself up and musters up the courage to say something

Fundy: “I...accept...and am okay...with...”

(he struggles to say the last word)

Fundy: “I accept and am okay with...therapy. I accept and am okay with THERAPY!”

- He then goes outside and learns to count by killing zombies

- After that, he has to go find his pet snow fox. He asks a nearby Enderman where he is

- Fundy and the Enderman go searching together

- Fundy can’t find the fox. He keeps searching around the forest, until he comes back towards his house and finally finds the fox sleeping on a nearby hill

- With all his other goals done, there is only one remaining: sleep.

- He goes to his bed, hesitates...

...and sleeps.

(This is a set up for next stream)

- Foolish returns to his summer home from Las Nevadas and finds the WAR sign, confused. He then notices the disappearance of the supreme fridge

- He reads the war note left in the chest for Ponk and is outraged. That fridge was his gift! Of all the buildings that have been built here, the fridge was the one thing he allowed

- There will be consequences, but as Foolish will be gone for a bit, he can’t do anything now.

- Foolish begins to go through the stages of grief, mourning the fridge, before leaving a note:

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You destroyed my fridge. It was my gift from Ponk. The one structure that was built for me on this server was destroyed. Once I go through the 5 stages of grief...I will then add on a bonus stage.......REVENGE

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- He kills one of the L’Sandburg citizen llamas to send a message

- Foolish goes to the main area and visits Eret’s fortress, noticing the totem statue Eret made in mourning. He changes the sign to simply say “in honor of Foolish” instead

- While working on his pyramid some more at the summer home, Foolish notices Antfrost just over the hill. Ant comes over, seeking to apologize for killing Foolish

Foolish: Listen Ant. From the very start I blamed the egg. And I don’t believe the REAL Antfrost killed me. Nice to see some blue eyes as well

Ant: but we didn’t listen to your warnings, we had our chances and we betrayed you and our friends. I wouldn’t blame you if you killed me right here

- Foolish doesn’t. He tells Ant that he’s moving on.

- Ant asks if there’s any way to make it up to him, and Foolish says he could use some help gathering sand (Antfrost finds sand tasty, but Foolish doesn’t eat sand. It has too many calories)

- The two gather sand together

Foolish: I hold nothing against you

Ant: thank you

Foolish: Honestly I think the banquet has changed me for the better

Ant: how so

Foolish: It has given me new found strength. Basically from here on out...I’ll be less timid to take action

Ant: well at least something good came out of it

Foolish: So how about you Antfrost, what’s next for the old sly cat

Ant: I need to talk to Puffy and Bad and Sam and everyone I’ve wronged

- Ant asks if Foolish has seen Puffy anywhere, whether there’s something he can give her as a peace offering. She likes llamas

- Foolish thanks Ant for his help. Ant says if Foolish needs anything, to let him know. Foolish looks forward to happier times

- Puffy comes on later and finds the book Foolish left in the chest. She reads it, but she still thinks getting rid of the fridge was better for the aesthetic, and she had to get back at Ponk

- She writes another letter, this time to Foolish, titled “To my sharkyson”:

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Dear Foolish!

It was not my intention to make you sad or angry! I didn’t know you cared so much for the fridge as well. it was kinda ugly and it stood out so much from the rest of the builds! But I assure you I’m not allied with Bad, my whole goal behind L’llamaburg was to keep an eye on Bad so he didn’t build any further on your land or cause you more problems.

Once Bad was gone I fully intended to disband l’llamaburg and tear it down!

Sorry for any sadness I may of caused.. you don’t need a fridge though to be reminded of how Supreme you are!

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- Ant is at the animal sanctuary. Everything’s been destroyed, but at least Floof is still alive

- He saves Asshole the fish from suffocating out of the water and puts the fish back in the aquarium

- Ant goes looking for Bad. They need to talk

- They meet at the Community House. Bad hasn’t seen Ant in a while, he hasn’t been around. Bad asks if Ant is okay, and Ant doesn’t know. He died

- Ant asks what happened. Bad says things didn’t work out according to plan. Ant remembers Quackity coming in at the Banquet...

Ant: “Bad, what did we do? I killed Foolish...”

- Bad says stuff happens and he doesn’t think anyone would blame Ant

Ant: “Bad, I killed him! What do you mean you don’t think anyone blames -- Bad, we’re monsters! Do you know what we did?”

Bad: “W-well, I try not to think about it!”

Ant: “Well you can’t just ignore -- you can’t act like we didn’t do -- Bad, I killed Foolish, we were gonna kill E-- oh my god, Eret’s on the server too.”

- Bad thinks it’s fine, Foolish will recover and Puffy killed Ant but it was one for one. Ant remembers all the horrible things he said to Puffy before he killed Foolish and asks where Bad went afterwards

- Bad had no choice but to run. He couldn’t save Ant, they were outnumbered

Ant: “...Do you not feel bad about anything? Bad, we’re...we’re mon-- we did horrible things!”

Bad: “Well I mean, yeah, you did do some horrible stuff...”

Ant: “No, YOU! You did some horrible stuff! Who pushed Skeppy into lava, Bad? Who betrayed their friends? We betrayed Sam, Bad!”

Bad: “Okay, we did some horrible stuff -- hey, no! Okay, but -- there were good reasons at the time, or we felt like there was!”

Ant: “No! No no, Bad, we let the Egg control us! No! Did the Egg give you what it promised?”

Bad: “No, ‘cause...we never completed the plan...whatever it was. Ant, I can’t remember exactly...it’s not -- look, it’s -- I don’t know...”

- Ant asks if he’s talked to Sam and Puffy yet. Bad’s trying not to think about it, but Ant says they can’t ignore this. They’re friends, they should make amends

- Ant asks if Bad’s been back down there, but Bad’s steered clear. Ant is feeling normal again

Ant: “I...Bad, do you not...We’re fucked up! We did horrible things! Our friends tried to stop us, and we didn’t listen! We didn’t do anything!”

Bad: “There’s a lot of ‘we’ going on here...”

- Bad points out Ant didn’t really say anything. Ant accuses him of blaming him

Bad: “No, I’m just saying that...if the collar fits!”

- Ant says they both did horrible things, they dragged Hannah in, Punz too and Ponk. Bad hasn’t checked up on those three since. It doesn’t seem like Bad feels bad. Ant’s been gone because he felt ashamed

- If there’s anybody that they’ve hurt the most, it’s Sam. They were the Badlands

- Bad says they were brainwashed. He knows it’s not an excuse, that they should still own up to it even if they weren’t fully to blame

- They both killed one person each. Ant accuses Bad of putting the blame on him again and says that Bad killing Skeppy was worse because they’re platonic soulmates

- Ant wants an apology for letting him die and leaving him. Bad didn’t do anything, he just watched Ant die. Bad was caught off guard. On the other hand, maybe it was a good thing that Ant died, since otherwise they would’ve killed more people

- Ant says they should own up. Bad apologizes for letting Puffy kill Ant. He should have protected Ant, not just from Puffy but from the Egg too. Ant forgives Bad and says sorry for not protecting Bad from the Egg either

- Seeing as Puffy’s online, Ant suggests they go look for her. Bad says he’ll talk to Puffy later. Ant asks about Skeppy -- Bad talked to Skeppy right after what happened, but he hasn’t seen Skeppy since. They had a bit of a confrontation

- Ant wonders if Sam will forgive them. The Badlands wouldn’t be the same without him. He leaves Bad

- Puffy comes down the Prime Path and meets Antfrost face-to-face. The two have a bit of an awkward greeting

- Puffy reminds him of what happened. He doesn’t know how to apologize, but he says sorry. For saying awful things, for killing Foolish. He doesn’t expect her to forgive him, but he apologizes for what he did

- Puffy says it wasn’t right that she killed him, even though she was acting defensively, and she apologizes as well. Ant didn’t deserve to die either, he was blinded by the Egg. She holds Bad more to blame -- Antfrost talked to him recently

- Puffy forgives Ant. She asks how Bad handled it, and Antfrost says Bad is full of guilt and is hoping he can just forget about it

- Bad hasn’t apologized to Puffy, but Ant says he’ll get around to talking to everyone. Puffy made a burner Twitter account to hate on Badboyhalo and if she doesn’t get an apology, she might have to use it

- About L’Sandburg, Ant says he was there for like five minutes, but he doesn’t know what’s been happening since

Puffy: “Ant, you have to be your own person, Ant. He always uses you as his little pet to do things for you, and you murdered a man now because of it, because of Bad.”

Bad uses Antfrost to do things. Why didn’t Bad kill Foolish himself? Why was Antfrost thrown under the bus?

- She tells Ant that he needs to stand up for himself. She had to watch so many “RIP that pussy” and “Why’d you have to kill my cat” edits, it was the worst timing

- Puffy messages Bad asking if he’s apologized to Ant. They spot Bad nearby and walk over to confront him. He’s selling arrows

- Bad says he said sorry for letting Ant die, but Ant wants an apology for Bad making him do everything. Bad says they were both just following the Egg’s orders, that Ant had a grudge against Foolish -- but Ant says he didn’t, that Bad said he had to kill people

- Bad says sorry, but the Egg just wanted it that way. They accuse him of making excuses. Bad apologizes to Antfrost for making him kill Foolish, and the two hug

- Bad and Skeppy had a disagreement after the Red Banquet, and he has to check up with him to make sure he’s okay

- Bad says sorry to Puffy for what they did while under the Egg’s influence. Puffy was told that they were turning a new leaf, letting bygones be bygones so many times that if she took a shot every time she was told that, she would get alcohol poisoning

- Bad says sorry for everything to both of them, from the bottom of his heart. Puffy accepts to be the bigger person. They’ve always been a trio, always been friends, and now that the Egg’s no longer here, she’ll let it slide

- They do a group hug

- After some chatting, Puffy accuses Bad of having a Wattpad account to write Skephalo fanfiction and they continue talking about Skeppy’s merch boxes

- Michael joins the call! They all hang out together

- Later on, Eret and Foolish join in as well!

- A while after, they all go over to Ponk’s stairway to heaven to finally destroy it

(The build dates back to at least early July, possibly June, of 2020)

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Upcoming events remain the same.

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

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undercoverangell · 3 years

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moments for the pok lives au bc i love them your honor. fh s1 spoilers!!

pok after being attacked by goldenhoard is mildly blind in one eye, just for a few months until the antibiotics fully kick in. cue this moment

pok: yknow despite being blind in this eye for the next few months there is one thing i can see

sklonda, genuinely curious: oh? whats that?

pok: your beauty :)

sklonda, wiping away tears from her eyes: that **sniff** that was a fucking **quiet cough sob** lame pick up line and it was dumb and you're dumb **sob** for saying it

even after he is healed he just

"you know, some things are still a little fuzzy in this eye, but yet your beauty remains consistent"

"LITERALLY SHUT UP I CANNOT CRY AT THIS RESTAURANT TODAY"

he is at home for literal months while recovering before he can go back to work so she comes home to dinner almost everyday for like a solid 6 months while he's healing. wakes up to a full breakfast too. on her days off she just gets a bunch of downtime with him while riz is at school, most of which is spent sitting in the backyard of their new house and just talking. she can also take more time off bc he got a promotion so she can work like. normal shifts.

they nap together a lot. pok has nothing else to do bc they arent putting him on cases for 3 months bc he cannot read out of one eye. when sklonda isnt working on cases she is also incredibly tired. they just pass out together. sometimes riz joins them. there are periods from like 3 pm to 5 pm where its just silent in the house as they all nap.

riz has a big attic room to make up for his shameful room back when they were in the apartments. one wall is pure corkboard for him to conspiracy board. theres like a little coffee machine in there, a bunch of drawers bc theres so much room. a little secret area where he goes to chill out. theres bean bags where he and his friends hang out and most of the time the bad kids find that the gukgak estate is the place to be. pok cooks incredibly well bc he grew up making dinner for himself while his dad was working so dinner is usually amazing, theyre incredible parents who are like "yeah eat in ur room idk just dont wear shoes in the house and dont get dirt everywhere." once pok trusts them enough to know his true profession suddenly theres just like 6 new secret rooms in the house they didnt know about and it becomes the bad kids hangout spot. they have like passwords and everything.

pok, standing at the door of one of the secret rooms: ok mijos dinner is ready come down and serve yourself some!

fig: WHATS THE PASSWORD

pok:... i dont want to come in im just letting u know dinner is ready

kristen, poking her head out: WHAT IS THE PASSWORD MR BALL??

pok: jesus christ the password is lunchlad.

fig: ok cool whats for dinner?

pok is mr ball, sklonda is mrs ball. (padre and madre ball are good as well). sometimes they do all sit down and have dinner together and pok does wonder if they do know his name

"so mr ball..."

"my name is pok gukgak. you know that right?"

".....okay so mr ball as i was saying"

"i think id prefer just being called mr pok."

pok and adaine are fairly close. not like jawbone levels but pok has anxiety and ptsd and his dad kinda sucked too so he can relate to adaine a lot. also, what jawbone doesnt get academically and arcane wise, pok understands bc he works w magic users and researches magic for his job, and adaine probably LOVES hearing about his take on magic as someone who cant cast but works with it almost everyday (messaging spells on missions to keep instructions secret, clairvoyance as cameras, wards on everything including his house). he never needs her to like dull stuff down for him and if he does its more like "i dont fully grasp what your saying and youre using terms i am unfamiliar with, id like to learn about those terms and become familiar with them" adaine comes over when she needs advice w arcane stuff and like magic and he is just a rogue but he will try and help where he can, and give recommendations of who to see when he cant.

pok is the one who drives riz to prom. when sklonda shows up and he tells her that "hey lol the guy who tried to eat me is inside" she just. "OH MY GOD WHY DO YOU.... STOP THAT, NO. NO NO. NO MORE TROUBLE." When Kalvaxis attempts to eat sklonda he just goes "dude you couldn't eat me what on earth makes you think you have a CHANCE of eating my wife??"

#fantasy high spoilers #pok gukgak #sklonda gukgak #fantasy high #gukgak #d20 fantasy high #bad kids #d20 #pok lives au #adaine abernant #riz gukgak

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hobiwonder · 4 years

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Bloom | 01

Genre: Hybrid!Namkook. fluorescence by @jincherie AU

Pairing: foxhybrid!Namjoon x Reader x bunnyhybrid!Jungkook ;(

Warnings: language. mention of hybrid trafficing/being sold into sex trafficing, fluff holy shit, angst, Smut (future), very cuddly and shy jungkook, stuttery shy BOYS. I really just wrote this for me.

Words: 5k+

Summary: In a world where humanity is increasingly motivated by how much cash can be made off of... well anything, you’re a human and hybrid rights lawyer. You will do anything to save the ones that never had a choice right from the date of their conception. Even if that means, adopting two hybrids that you absolutely did not mean to.

a/n: hello hello im back from the dead iuhbIUHBUYBGUY okay so, yes this isnt baby baby but i am a bit behind on that so i really hope posting this instead can satiate my sluts for a few more days until i have that done. I have a lot of this written so I will post this on a semi-regular schedule. rest of the schedule i posted will stay the same. it’s just baby baby that’s kicking my BUTT!!!! Lastly, I started writing this before Goo Hara passed away. Opening this document made me a little sad and also happy when i remember Hara and her love for eco-friendly fashion. I guess, this is kind of a tribute to her? anyhow, I hope you guys like it. please please please, validate me. :>)

"Y/n they're going to be sold to this man who works for a black market. What do I do? Oh god. I-I didn't know our company was into that business."

Your best friend is nearing the point of tears and you can understand her frustration. "Listen, Hara, take a deep breath and tell me when exactly this is happening."

A deep breath is taken as you'd suggested, before you hear Hara's voice again through the phone. "Okay... Okay. I was just told by Minseok that there is an auction for the remaining two from the past failed batches. Apparently two others have been adopted and the rest have been pawned off somewhere. I'm not sure. From our division of the company, these two are the ones that have not gone for further testing to be open to the regular public. A-And so now there is a super secret auction happening tonight. It's not open to the regular public as you already know but staff members are able to attend. What do I do y/n? I can't afford them. I have my own to deal with. These poor boys will go to some horrible owner who will use them f-for god knows what."

Now Hara was crying. Openly and brokenly for the possible fate of these 'failed' hybrids that her company had produced. This was a sticky situation and even you, a Human and hybrid rights lawyer, had limited ideas as to what could be done on such a short notice. But you were not about to give up.

"Hara, don't. They will not be bought by some hybrid trafficker okay? I won't let it happen. I will... I will at least try. It's my job, remember?"

Your optimism is convincing enough. And you wholeheartedly believed that something would give. These big corporations had their toes in everywhere and you didn’t yet know if they had already had a designated buyer on the black market they pawned their hybrids off to. Where there was money to be made - no company had morals rigid enough to stop themselves from the temptation. You already lived in an age where human trafficking was no longer a cause for activism or big debates. Not when more species - man made or not - had been created to take advantage of.

“Okay yeah. You’re a badass lawyer, you must have something up your sleeve right?” Her voice is shaky but you confirm with an enthusiastic nod she can’t see.

“Of course! I’ll kick their asses. Surely this can’t be legal? No blackmarket is. Let me have a look at what can be done. I’m assuming you can bring a plus one tonight?”

“Yeah I-I was given a ticket. You’ll be coming with me right?”

“That’s why I asked, silly.” Her relieved chuckle brings a smile to your own lips.

“I’ll see you there. Don’t give up hope until I do, alright?”

“Okay... You’re right.”

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“Fuck this. Fuck my life.” The curses escaped your mouth left and right as you looked over the dozens and dozens of papers splayed out on your oak desk.

Even your comfortable office chair couldn’t stop the knot building up between your shoulder blades. This was bad. Really bad. Corporate law allowed unfit materials to be sold to third parties. What these third parties did with those materials - the company of origin was no longer liable for. In short: These hybrids were going to be bought by someone sketchy with a crystal clear profile and no paper trail unless someone bid higher and bought them.

None of these bastards were rookies. They had solid paperwork where necessary and it would be near impossible to prove their illegal activities when all of them took place on the dark web. A place that opened up more threats and risks than solutions. No legislation covered hybrid rights that weren’t even registered yet. Whoever bought them would have to register them and then the hybrids would be able to receive the minimum protection they had a right to.But you can bet your father’s company that whoever bought them will never register them. Essentially these hybrids will be wiped out from the system.

Fingertips tapping against the wood, each passing minute was precious time lost. it was already 5pm. You had to leave for the dreaded auction in less than an hour and hour and yet here you sat in your chair. Hands itching to do something other than pick up the phone and tell Hara that you were at a loss. What could you do? Who would take them? You didn’t know anyone that was ready to add not one but two hybrids to their household. And ones that were not fully approved to be released. You couldn’t just lie and pawn them off to just anyone. Then you would not be any better than the company trying to get rid of them.

Sighing, you pack up the papers and documents you had initially thought would help. They were of no use anymore. All you could do was go and offer support to Hara. Or Maybe you were going because you still had hope that there would be someone who would save those hybrids. Hope was a dangerous thing for a woman like you but you had it. This was no time to wallow. So you smooth your skirt, touch up your makeup and put on your heels that had men double take.

Maybe you could scare and/or seduce these people in changing their mind?

You laugh at your absurdity, glancing in the mirror one last time before you leave with stacks of files in your hands. You could at least stall them.

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“Y/n! Thank god you’re here.” I’m not so sure about that. Though you opt for a gentle smile and meet her embrace enthusiastically.

You can hear the sniffles coming from Hara who has her head buried in your shoulder. “Hey, no crying okay? No matter what happens.” The comment has her pulling back just as quickly.

“What do you mean? You have a plan for tonight r-right? Y/n..”

How could you do this? Lie to her? This was not fair on her. On anyone really. It wasn’t your fault and neither hers for whatever would happen tonight. She needed to know what to expect. As much as your heart clenched and ached to say the words you were about to; it was important to mentally prepare for the worst.

“Hara... I couldn’t find anything.” Your frown is apologetic. Trying to convey how really truly sorry you were but it doesn’t stop the tears from brewing up in her eyes.

“Oh.. I thought- thought they had a chance y/n.” You reach out for her hand, wanting to alleviate her hurt as soon as possible.

“I will at least try to see who will buy them okay? Don’t worry. We can keep an eye out on who gets them. They will be alive at least, right?” Your attempt at finding a silver lining doesn’t make her look any more reassured than you felt.

Glancing at your watch, you motion towards the building. “Come on. Let’s go before they try and kick us out.”

Hara nods, numbly leading the way towards an auditorium where several people had already taken their seats. You’re not sure how many people you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t... this. There were at best 10 people here. All ten seemingly looked like they knew each other. This could only mean one thing. That this sale was to some degree, arranged. As in, multiple buyers were from the same company posing as separate customers to maximise their chances of acquiring the hybrids.

“Hara, have you seen any of these people before?” Your whisper has her craning her neck to have a good look at all of the men sitting in the front few rows.

“No, I don’t think so.” Her furrowed brows turn to you instead, “Do you recognise any of them?”

Shaking your head, you follow her down the stairs to sit in the row behind the last pair of buyers who were sitting.

“Whoever they are... they don’t look like they are all strangers.” Hara is gripping on to your arm when she hears you, visibly nervous once again. “I’m just speculating, okay?”

Your attempt to ease her, once again, is not enough. But you don’t try again since you don’t even believe your own words. The auctioneer however, stops you from thinking further about the impending events of the night. The man stands in a lab coat, glancing at his watch before he brings his mouth closer to the mic on the dice.

“Let’s begin gentleman... and ladies.” He seems to be surprised to see you and Hara sitting at the back. And before he begins further, he motions someone. Another man approaches the auctioneer and listens carefully as the other whispers. A few seconds later, his eyes fall back to where you sat with your best friend.

Hara’s grasp on your arm tightens once again when the man heads to your general direction. On instinct, your back straightens, posture more solid than before so as to not give anyone the wrong impression that they can mess with you unwarrantedly.

“Excuse me Miss.?”

“Yes?” Your curt reply surprises him but he recovers fast, glancing towards Hara before talking to you again.

“Are you a guest of Ms. Hara?”

“Obviously.” Your unwavering gaze visibly unnerves him. It was obvious to anyone there but you had an idea this was some sort of test.

“May I see your ticket please?” His bogus smile annoys you more than it should. Nonetheless, Hara is fishing out the ticket from her purse and showing the man. He inspects it longer than he should and finally walks back to the auctioneer to let him know you had the right to be here.

“Who would do that if they weren’t running a hoax?” You ask Hara before you can stop yourself.

“Alright. Apologies for the delay. We will now begin. As you are all aware, we are auctioning two of our very elite hybrids from a rare batch. They have not progressed to the next stage of screenings and tests due to some technical difficulties. Thus, we are here to give them a chance at a new home rather than a painful end.” He looks in the audience for effect. Euthanasia is what he meant.

“These hybrids are fully functional however lack a few abilities they were initially designed for. Due to these technical issues deeming them failed to proceed, they are available for purchase at a much lower cost than what they are sold for on the market.” The auctioneer looks so smug the urge to smack his across the face is almost irresistible.

“Right, bring them out Wonho.” Everyone is watching carefully, waiting for the ‘failed’ hybrids and you don’t know what you were expecting.

Not what you see though. Definitely not. Because the two - tall - hybrids entering the stage are not what you expect. Peach and silver tones greet your eyes as well as incredibly sculpted faces. The peach haired hybrid seems to cling to the silver haired one. The man leading the two hybrids seems to be frustrated with their slow pace, giving the peach haired hybrid a little shove and there is only so much you can do to not yell at the top of your lungs for him to get his hands off of them.

The man sighs, letting the two hybrids to just stand in the middle when the peach haired one does not stand apart from the other hybrid. While the shorter of the two hybrids - and much, much shyer - looks around anxiously at the people in the auditorium, the silver haired one has his features set in stone. His eyes don’t look alarmed, they don’t seem scared. He just looks numb. He stares ahead at the people sitting in front of him while the peach haired boy visibly shakes, breathing fast and eyes flitting across every surface. He takes a step back, hiding part of his body behind his silver haired companion for comfort.

“There you have them. The peach haired specimen is a Oryctolagus cuniculus or - a bunny in more simplistic terms. The silver haired specimen is an arctic fox, Vulpes lagopus. Both hybrids are off a rare species and very sought after on the market. Due to technical issues, once again, unfortunately, we are only able to sell them in a pair. They are useless on their own.”

The candid way the auctioneer speaks of them has your blood boiling. But what gets you more is the laughter that sounds in the auditorium. Did these assholes think they were funny? The hybrids - entirely human or not - were present in the room with them. Did they not have any ounce of respect for them? Hara was not faring any better. Watching with a frown as chatter continued among the buyers. The bunny looked even more disturbed, looking around at every man in the front few rows - before his eyes landed on you.

The gasp that leaves you is abrupt. His pained expression holds your gaze, eyes wide and chest heaving. The bunny jumps when the auctioneer speaks again.

“We will now start the bid at $1000. $1200 anyone?” Several hands go up before the auctioneer raises the price to $1400.

Bald, greasy men exchanging glances and crude remarks as they talk amongst themselves. Your heart is thumping, your blood thinning. With each passing second, your throat seems to be closing up. There was nothing you could do to save them, was there? The further the price went up, the more panicked and distraught the bunny looked, gripping his fox companion harder, hiding behind him even more. The silver haired fox looked much like what you had stopped Hara from looking only this morning. Hopeless. His mouth was set in a thin line - just taking in the scenario in front of him. It was obvious he saw his fate before his very eyes and instead of futilely hoping that someone would save them - he stares his aggressors in the eyes.

“Brilliant! We’re at $3000 for the gentleman in the first row. Anyone for $3500?” The said man looked positively smug, sitting with his legs spread lewdly. Most likely sure that no one would contest that price.

Definitely not you.

“$4000.” Your voice yelling above everyone else is even foreign to your own ears. An outer body experience as you watch yourself look the auctioneer straight in his eyes, daring anyone in the room to go higher up on the price. But most of all, you watch the silver haired hybrid’s gaze waver for the first time - looking at you in such surprise like it was the first time he was noticing you.

“Ah... Anyone for $4500?” Only one other hand goes up. The man that had been the prospective buyer before. His face is ballooning with the amount of blood that’s rushing to it.

“Y/n? What are you doin?!” Hara’s frantic whispering flies over your head as you call out once more.

“$6000. Final offer.” You look at the other men in the seats beneath you, challenging them to dispute your offer.

The atmosphere is tense, thick with the tension brewing inside the auditorium and yet you don’t shy away from the angry glares being shot your way. A minute passes. No more offers.

“Sold to Miss?”

“Y/n.”

“-Miss Y/n. Thank you all for participating.” The loud chatter is instantaneous as the auctioneer motions the other lab rat to, assumably, gather the hybrids and their things.

“Y/N! Oh my god.” Hara has all but engulfed you in a tight hug once more. Shaking you slightly out of your own shock. This was not what you had planned but it was done.

She finally pulls back, checking you over like you were ill. “A-Are you sure about this? Oh god, okay we need to head up to the podium.”

Just like she doesn’t wait for your answer, you had not waited for your own either. You hadn’t even asked yourself the question before you had so blindly bid on the two hybrids. You’d been waiting for someone to save them. Someone to come barging in and take them away from these cruel people. Never in a millenia had you thought that someone might be you.

“Here you are Miss. You can deposit a check right now or eftpos the payment. Up to you.”

Benumbed, you take out your phone to open the phone banking application. When you’ve made sure there are sufficient funds transferred from your savings account, you wave your card in front of the auctioneer wordlessly. From the corner of your eyes, you can feel the two hybrids watching you. You wished they had at least let them wait in some sort of waiting room and not witness the jarring experience of several people bidding over them.

“Excellent! The transaction has been approved and a receipt will be emailed to you if you can fill out this form here.” Glancing at the hybrids standing a few feet away from you, clutching a duffle bag each, you try and put down your details as fast as you can.

They had already looked like they wanted to be as farther away from this place as possible and the feeling was mutual. Hara was beside you the whole time, waiting for any cue from you to provide some sort of support or whatever you needed her to do. And if your tongue worked - you would thank her as you filled out the space on the form asking you of your email address. It was sickening how easy it was for you to just... buy them! Would they not do a security or police check on you? Make sure that these hybrids are going to at least a safe home?

You were aware of the long process of hybrids that were ordered from the company. The company had a thorough process of making sure their clients were reputable and trust-worthy. That they wouldn’t do bodily harm to the hybrids but that was a facade so these companies wouldn’t have to spend money in compensation if a client had abused their hybrid in any way and had not been satisfied with what they had ordered. It was a guise. These people didn’t give two shits if the hybrids were not of expectation and couldn’t make them money.

“Am I done here?” Your tone was curt and the auctioneer could sense it.

The fact that you’d fished out more than enough cash for some ‘failed’ hybrids - he was interested in you as a potential future client. You were aware that hybrids of their breed went for $5000 - maximum. The previous greasy bald man had been close to closing a deal for $3000 until you had butted in. So obviously, they were going to kiss your ass.

“Yes Ma’am. That’s all we needed. The hybrids are good to go. Their bags have their guidebooks with them. Thank you for shopping with us.” his bright smile makes you want to hit him with your designer bag.

But even this leather was too good to be wasted on these assholes. “Y/N? Please look a little more friendly. You’ll scare the bunny away.” Hara is speed walking besides you, trying to convince you to soften your stance when you stop right before the bench they had been sitting on.

“Follow me, boys.” You’re not rude. You don’t sound mean either. But you don’t particularly sound like you wanted them. And as much as that was the truth to some degree, you didn’t not want them.

The silver haired hybrid hesitates - watching you with wide, curious eyes. Not the harsh way his eyes had scanned the room before but not exactly friendly and enthusiastic like the bunny. The bunny that was currently tugging on the silver fox’s sleeve wordlessly. His doe eyes silently ask his friend to follow you. But when his feet stay rooted to the same spot, you can’t help but sigh.

“Is there a problem?” A moment’s silence. Then finally the silver haired boy shakes his head, grasping the bunny’s hand and follows you out of the building.

Hara is gripping your hand, relieved tears in her eyes and you can’t keep looking. Because you couldn’t promise her that you would take good care of them. “Thank you Y/n. You didn’t have to do that but... but you did. You’re a good person and these boys are lucky to have you.”

Her eyes are earnest. You know she means every word and she can sense your inner turmoil at your own ability to take care of them. The boys can’t hear you both talking since they are standing near your car, obediently waiting for you. Taking a look at them huddled in the back seat, you turn back to Hara.

“Thanks Har. I will try my best. They deserve a shot at a normal and secure life. I won’t let you down.”

“And you,” she cups your face, making you look back at her. “You deserve love too. I have seen the bunny hybrid in the lab. He will heal all your wounds too. Please be happy and patient with them, okay?”

You nod, a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes but genuine nonetheless. “I’ll see you later. Love you.”

You just wave her goodbye, standing until her car pulls away. Looking back at the two boys waiting patiently in the car - you take a moment to gather yourself.

“Fuck... fuck. Fuck!” You don’t scream out loud. not really. But anyone walking by would be able to see you were stalling something. That something is going to your car and then going home.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to bite the bullet and face the reality. Getting in the driver’s seat, you look back at the two hybrids watching you from your rearview mirror. Giving them a small smile, you notice the bunny hybrid’s shoulders relax a little.

“Let’s go home.” Your voice is light and airy. Hoping to put them at ease. They were yours now.

You were their saviour.

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“Home sweet home.” Letting them pass you, entering the condo, you let them take in their surroundings.

The bunny is still latched on to the taller hybrid’s flannel, hiding behind him when the fox hybrid comes to stand beside a couch. Both of them look at you - as if waiting for you to allow them to sit. The silver haired fox is holding on to the bunny’s hand, watching you with a dour look.

“Go on.” You head motions towards the comfortable three seater couch. “Have a seat. No need to be shy.”

Of course, you want to palm yourself after your remark. Of course they were shy. Well, the bunny mostly. The fox looked to be very suspicious and not exactly friendly. Though you could understand his apprehension. He was about to be sold to some very nefarious people. He seemed to be a bit older than the bunny and had a look of ambiance that only came with experiencing harsh times. Your heart felt for him.

The bunny doesn’t wait too long, sitting on the couch - well plopping is more like it - whereas the fox takes his time, battling with himself if he should or not. When you keep watching him, waiting for him to sit, he thankfully gives in and sits besides his friend.

Once you can tell that they are comfortable - as comfortable as they can be, you ask your first question. “So, what are your names?”

You smile at them gently, letting them know you are their friend. At least hoping that they can conclude that from the fact that you told them about their new home on the car ride over.

The bunny’s eyes are wide, face heating up as if you asked him a rather scandalous question and not just his name. Your heart skips a beat when the lovely blush blossoms across his face that’s hiding in the fox’s shoulder.

“Well? Can you tell me, bun? What’s your name?” Your question being directed to the bunny only makes the blush more visible. You could see his face reddening further in embarrassment and the colour being rather more visible on his neck too.

The smile doesn’t diminish from your face. Not even after seeing the way the fox is almost glaring at you but you were positive that the bunny wasn’t hiding because he was afraid of you.

“J-Jungkook. ‘m J-Jungk-kook” The answer proves to be too much for him to mumble, lips catching his plumper bottom lip as he peeks at you through one eye that isn’t hidden in the fox’s shoulder.

“Jungkook. That’s a lovely name, bun.” Your smile widens when you see the corners of his mouth stirring up a little at your compliment.

Your heart was so full. Never did you think you would feel these dizzying emotions at a pretty boy merely muttering his name. His name. If this was your reaction at finding out one of their names, you were not going to survive getting to know them before you went full mother-hen mode on anyone that tried to harm them.

“What about you, hm?” Your smile is a lingering effect of just looking at Jungkook’s adorable blushing face and you don’t let it falter even if the fox hybrid is visibly more aloof.

‘Be patient with them y/n.’ You remind yourself of Hara’s words over and over.

“Namjoon.” The smile halts briefly at the deep timbre of his tone. You had not been expecting him to sound like molten chocolate and sweeter than honey. You realise you wanted to hear him more. Hear him speak about mundane topics over and over because that’s how good he sounded to you.

“Namjoon.” the name rolls off your tongue smoothly, just like his voice. You’re still watching his face, waiting for any sort of reaction even if it’s not as endearing as Jungkook’s. Just something. But his face remains passive. A slight twitch of his lips but that’s it. The pessimistic part of your brain convinces you that it could have been a frown and not a smile that he’s fought away.

But you needed to remain positive.

“T-That’s… a very nice name too.” He doesn’t look convinced at your reply though. Namjoon continues to watch you and now you’re the one blushing from the heat of his stare.

Jungkook is watching Namjoon just as cautiously as you. Like he expected him to be like that. Austere and unwilling to be forthcoming with information about himself. Telling yourself that he’ll adjust with time, you opt for a smile that’s sent Jungkook’s way - making the bunny hide behind Namjoon again. Almost like when a child is cautious and shys away from a stranger they meet. That’s what it was. A childlike innocence to Jungkook which awoke every instinct in you to protect him. Maybe that’s why his eyes had convinced you that you needed to take them home with you.

“Okay boys. I’ll show you to your rooms.” Furrowing your brows at the way Jungkook clutches Namjoon harder with panicked eyes, you turn around to look at them again.

“You don’t need to stay in separate rooms if you don’t want to, okay?” Namjoon regards you with a look before nodding - eyes cast down once again.

“Good. You both are very quiet but that’s okay - I can talk enough for the three of us.” The wink that you send Jungkook’s way only has him sputtering with embarrassment as the lovely rose tints his full round cheeks.

“But you do have to tell me when you are not okay with something, alright? I can’t read your pretty little heads.” As you say the last few words, your hand reaches out to shuffle the bunny’s peach hair.

What you don’t expect, is him flinching away so violently that even you are startled, taking a step back. Jungkook is hiding behind Namjoon completely now, shaking and you want to reach out. Say sorry and take it all back.

“I’m… I’m so sorry. I didn’t-”

“Hey, kook, it’s alright. It’s okay.” Namjoon’s voice reverberates through the quiet hallway, soothing the bunny’s shaking frame, whispering gentle assurances and you’re about to choke up.

What happened to him? Who did this to him. For him to be this scared. Watching Namjoon hug the shaking bunny tightly, sniffling away in his chest, only makes you feel more guilty at your brash treatment. Were you coming on too strong? God you were so out of your depth.

“I didn’t mean to scare you Jungkook. Honey..” You’re trying your best to reach out to him but the way Namjoon stands between you and him like a wall - it’s obvious he was waiting for something like this to happen. He was cautious of you and now his beliefs have been reinforced to not trust you or whatever nonsense he’s thinking.

You couldn’t blame him though. You really couldn’t.

“Please be careful, miss. He’s not a toy.” Namjoon’s voice trembles. Just the way - you now notice - his bottom lip does. He’s holding back tears and you really don’t know what to do. Except try your best to take their pain away.

“I’m.. I’m really sorry Namjoon. I didn’t mean to upset him.” You open the door to the room quickly, making sure there are blankets and pillows on the bed before coming out to tell them.

“Take him inside Namjoon. I’ll… I’ll leave you two alone, for now. Let me know if you need anything?” Namjoon merely nods, not being able to look you in the eyes but the bite of his lip tells you he’s trying to hold it together.

Jungkook’s hiccups catch your attention and you pull yourself out of your self-pity session. Only wanting to make sure that both of the hybrids are comfortable and just not feeling the way they are right now. Gesturing your head forward again, you nod at Namjoon when he looks at you one last time before heading into the room. The bunny holds onto Namjoon tightly, letting him walk into the room and when they are fully in - you close the door behind them. Giving them their privacy and also because you had a feeling they needed to be by themselves to really understand their current situation. That you were their new owner and this was their home.

A permanent home.

#bts smut #bangtan smut #jungkook smut #namjoon smut #btsghostie #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #jungkook fluff #namjoon fluff #ok hopefully this works #pls provide feedback i am hongry

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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Bakugou does your hair

In this I'll be using my hair products cause i don't know any other. Blue magic, cantu, and Shea Moisture don't work for me. My hair hates it and breaks off🤷🏿‍♀️

I used to use Grandma's Recipe but its not moisturizing my hair anymore since i moved to Vegas so i have been using ™WonderGro (Jamaican Black Castro Oil) for grease and ™Elite (total body care) for both shampoo, conditioner, and face oil. I gots me some vitamin c serum for dark spots cause i don't use make-up.

I have super sensitive skin that switches 25/40 (i cant use suave anymore cause now im alergic to it.) And i break out easy so trust me if i recommend any products in regards to skin care😂

Sorry this is getting long, enjoy the fluff

The day was here. The day you’ve dreaded since you and Katsuki started living together. Wash day.

Up until now, all Katsuki had seen you wearing were different variations of braids. He had a vague idea that not all your hair was real but he has never seen your hair free and in the wild.

“Hey Bakugou, do you have anything to do today?” you ask nonchalantly as your boyfriend walks through the door. “No.” was his only response as he sat next to you. You cringe as he buries his face into your braids and you imagine the dust and dirt falling on his eyelashes.

(I’ve only let it get that bad twice in my life)

“Well, could you please find something to do?” That got his attention as he sits up and glares at you. “Why are you trying to get rid of me all of a sudden?” You close your eyes regretting even starting the conversation. “Look today I need to wash my hair so I really need to focus, Baku.”

Bakugou is, of course, confused as he looks at your hair to see if something was wrong with it. “So why don’t you wash it, I won’t bother you?” You scream inside your head at his persistence but press on. “Because Bakugou, you’ve never seen my natural hair and I’m not sure if I want you to yet.”

You peek your eyes open to see Bakugou’s reaction and to your horror, absolute boredom was present on his face. “That sounds like a personal problem because now I’m not leaving, in fact, let's go do it now.”

“Bakugou! Please!” you wail as he drags you to your shared bathroom. You try to dodge and weave but consequently get your hair caught in his steel grip as he held onto a group of your braids. “Stop struggling and sit your pretty ass down.”

You pout as you plop down on the toilet seat but watch with curious eyes as Bakugou grabs your rat tail comb and stabs a spot in-between your braids. “What are you doing?’ He scoffs as he elegantly unbraids your hair. “I doubt you wash your hair while it’s still braided idiot.”

With calm accuracy, Bakugou takes down your hair from left to right, smacking your hands when you try to help. "You didn't want to do your hair with me around so I don't want you raising a hand to help!"

When Bakugou finishes, he grabs the mountain of hair and looks at you with wide eyes as he takes in your real hair. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You groan hiding your face in embarrassment. Bakugou shrugs, "I didn't expect it to be that short." He bags the rest of your hair and leaves to throw it out as you wallow in self pity.

With frustrated tears you turn away from him with your arms crossed. A hand hits you on the back of your head, "What's that face for!?" You turn towards him with your lip jutted out, "You said my hair is short!"

Bakugou looked at you dumbly as he watched you glare at your toes. With a sigh Bakgou turns on the shower as he speaks, "I never said it was a bad thing. Hell, i wouldn't care if you were bald." You study his face and feel your heart flutter. It wasn't often you got to see the side of him.

Your suddenly hit with a face full of pressurized water as Bakugou points the shower head at you, "Get that dumb look off your face and get in the shower!"

After you recover from your drowning, you get into the shower and put shampoo on your hair. Humming your favorite song, you massage the liquid into your scalp, completely missing the sound of the curtain opening.

It wasn't until you felt a warm presence behind you and breath tickling your ear. "Why do you have the water at 100 gotdamn degrees in here!?" In your haste, you nearly slip and bang your face against the shower wall. "I'm not even gonna ask." Katsuki muttered as he adjusted the knob.

"Why are you in the shower with me?" Bakugou rolls his eyes and turns you back around, and for a moment you thought he wanted to get ✨freaky deaky✨ in the shower. That of course was until you felt fingers rub your scalp in soothing circles.

"Ah~" Bakugou smirked as he heard your sound of pleasure. In reality, he was taking the time to get used to touching your hair. Because it was in braids, he never got to fully feel your hair texture. But now he could not only feel it dry but wet and he must say it's a strange feeling.

Side note: am i the only one that thinks straight hair feels slimy when wet? Like i can't stand touching non black hair when it's wet it feels so icky.🤢

When washing is said and done (of course with a loving make out session: details not included) You somehow find yourself in between Bakugou's legs as he parts your hair. "Wait a damn minute, you don't know how to do my hair!?" You say reaching back to grab the comb only to get your hands popped.

"Your mom taught me that trap card." Bakugou smirked as you rub your battle wound. "That's it, I ain't letting you hang with my momma no moe." Bakugou applies your repair oil in the parts, and massages it into your scalp once again, soon making your eyes roll back from the feeling.

"Do you want to use Grandma's Recipe' or "WonderGro Jamaican Black Castro oil"?" Bakugou asks, reading your grease labels. You sit there and shrug, "Jamaican." Bakugou nods and opens it gasping when he smells it.

(It smells like blue slurpee on gawd)

"Can I eat it?" He asked scooping some of the dark purple solid onto his finger. "You can, but I can't guarantee you'll live afterwards though." You joke earning yourself another pop.

In the end Bakugou puts your hair in twisties for you to blow dry tomorrow. It looked better than you expected and you thanked him for it.

Anyone notice that when you look up short hairstyles it be shoulder length like, "sorry but im bald ma'am😃"

#black y/n #blackreader #bnha headcanons #mha #bnha x black reader #bnha #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugo x poc

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 3 years

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hi, so had this over in my side blog, but figured i’d share it here.

Ok, imagine this. steven universe au. surprised it has never appeared yet.

Philza was an emerald from homeworld, known as one of the fiercest commanders, a shatterer under yellow diamond, the angel of death. he crash landed on earth and got really taken by it, probably sometime before pink diamond, so now he just lives there, everyone on homeworld thinks he’s gone. he participated in the rebellion, since this planet is his home after all, but wasn’t corrupted because he had been bubbled for being too violent, like bismuth.

techno was a defective perma-fusion, a horrific mashup of both gem shards and whole gems during an attempt to create a cluster warrior, giving him his terrifying piglin appearance, but still humanoid enough to barely pass as a gem. he considers himself as one gem, with multiple voices in his head, rather than a fusion. during the diamonds’ attempt to shatter him for being an abomination that would not succumb to white’s mind control, he fought back and escaped homeworld. he participated in the rebellion, but got corrupted. however because of his odd gem physiology, techno was only partially corrupted, which gave him his bloodlust.

techno found out that phil had been bubbled and freed him immediately, before the two ran away together. they lived together down in the arctic and thrived down there for a couple thousand years before deciding to come back to society. phil gets really into japanese culture, while techno gets interested in monarchies and that gives them their skins. they travel regularly to keep updated with the humans, but still live in the frozen wasteland. i can’t figure out where the world domination happens, so we’ll ignore that for now.

couple more years pass, phil’s violent tendencies have calmed down, same with techno’s raging voices, who he now refers to as Chat. they’ve built an ice palace and life is great. and then they meet wilbur.

wilbur was a 17-year old who never went to college and aspired to be a musician. he’s a bit estranged from his family, so he lives on the streets. philza met him during a performance at a gay bar, and immediately decided to adopt him. wilbur, being the way he is, goes along with it, because this man is pretty nice and the next thing you know, he’s 21, he travels the world using warp pads as a street musician with a few albums, and he lives in the arctic with two intergalactic immortal gems. its not that bad though, he figured out how to hook up free wifi from phil’s shipwreck, so now he has free wifi wherever he goes. he teaches the two gems about the internet and occasionally tweets dumb things about his life. they are semi famous because nobody knows if he is joking or not. wilbur is on a tour when he meets tommy and tubbo.

tommy is the 15-year old foster son of sam, a mechanic and tinkerer, while tubbo is the 16-year old son of schlatt, a recovering alcoholic. they’re all friendly and im giving us good dadschlatt because only happy. they live fairly close to beach city, so they are used to weird stuff. tommy sort of forced himself into wilbur’s life and oh, look, he’s here to stay and we all know, wherever tommy is, tubbo is close behind. they know each other for about a year, but they’ve become a family.

by this time, plot is happening and the crystal gems haven’t told steven about the defectors, in order to keep him safe. despite living on the same planet for thousands of years, they have no idea where they are. then one day, wilbur comes to town, tubbo and tommy in tow. he meets the famous greg universe and lets the two others run off under assurance that the little town is entirely safe. tommy and tubbo are exploring when they meet steven and connie.

tommy runs his mouth like always and tubbo diffuses the situation somehow, and they hangout. steven’s showing them around when they run into some wacky gem trouble, but they don’t panic, even when steven pulls out the bubble and connie pulls out her sword. the clingyduo pull out their axes and call wilbur for help, who in turn calls techno, who in turn informs philza of the shenanigans happening. techno and phil show up to beach city, fully intending to just pick up the kids and leave when they run into the crystal gems.

of course the crystal gems have no idea that phil and techno have “reformed” and are very on guard, believing that they are kidnapping the three kids. said kids, of course, are very angry at this thought and vehemently defend phil and techno. the gems are very confused until they learn that the two took new names to become their own individuals, and were living in retirement in the arctic the whole time. they get invited over to the house for lunch or something and, hey, it turns out that the axe of peace wasn’t destroyed, pearl had it the whole time. that gets returned in an attempt at being peaceful. and tommy and tubbo seem to like steven and connie, so they may as well let them hangout, and oops, now the sbi + tubbo + sam + schlatt are all part of the plot.

i have ideas for the dream team too

👀

I am looking. I am looking very closely.

#mcyt #dream smp #dream smp au #crystal smp au #philza #ph1lza #technoblade #tommyinnit #tubbo #wilbur soot #ask #long post

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letthefrogsbe · 3 years

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remember when I was gonna write that parkner fic?

cool so I've decided I'm gonna, but because I cannot write for SHIT and I hate my writing every time I see it, ill just share my outline of what I have so far. its not coherent. sorry.

Section one: aunt may dies. It’ll be like “it's been 3 months. 3 months since May was shot. 2 months and 3 weeks since she died.”

Something like that idc. Basically this section will base around peter living tony, because he’s not doing well, and he is only 17- which is not actually old enough to be on your own after something like this. Setting is established, with cameos from dr strange (who tony is dating and lives with (yeah bite me, this is my fanfiction i can make it what i want.) it will be made obvious that this takes place after endgame, which also means that tony is Not going to die. I’m not that mean lmao. The avengers are like largely together, there was not as much death in this as there was in endgame. Whatever. Everyone is very nice to peter because they know that for him its either this or him becoming a ward of the state so like.

Section two: harley gets kicked out. His mom finds out that he’s gay (from gossip sources idk) and kicks harley out. Im not going to write them having a big fight like in the moment, but harley will recount what happened somewhat to tony in this section, and then more to peter later in the story. Gay ppl trauma dump, we know this. Okay anywaysss so harley calls tony literally sobbing and like freezing fucking cold. IM SORRY IM BEING SO MEAN TO THEM I PROMISE THEY'LL GET A HAPPY ENDING. Okay. harley explains how his mom kicked him out. Tony asks why, harley says something like “she didn’t agree with my lifestyle choices” like bitterly. Tony is a good person in this (i know, im really taking some character liberties) and he’s in the mood for collecting strays apparently, so he has happy send over the quinjet. He can’t make it himself bc hes in fucking japan or something for the next few weeks,, but. Yeah! Tony also calls peter, who is presumably in bed and feeling depressed. “Hey pete. How ya feeling? Any better?’ ‘Not really, tony. Sorry.’ ‘you don’t have to be sorry-’ ‘damn tony you sound like my therapist.’ “sorry pete, but i do have something to tell you- you know harley?’ ‘only from what you’ve told me about him, but yea. He was the tennessee garage kid, right?’ ‘i mean. Yes. so- he’s gonna come stay with me for a while too- it might not be permanent but it will probably be a bit. He’s about your age, and he just has no where to go (just like u). He’s not going to stay in your room or anything, but with bruce and thor here, he will be in your apartment area.’ ‘okay tony.. Will i have to talk to him a bunch?’ ‘not if you don’t want to- i already warned him about you, so it should be okay. I wouldn’t worry so much pete- you guys are so similar in a lot of ways that i wanted to introduce you two long before he called me.’ ‘okay tony, i trust you. Thank you again for letting me stay with you :)’ (yeah that kind of got away from me)

Section 3: build up. this is a shorter section. Harley and peter are gonna meet in section 4. This section is harley’s jet ride (with an intuitive happy) and harley’s nerves about how he really isn’t worth this (i mean hes pretty intimidated tony sent a private jet just for him) and happy like reassures him. Hes still insecure though. Peter is also nervous bc what if harley doesn’t like him? What if he doesn’t like harley?? Tony did say they would get along, but peter hasn’t really been himself recently, so who knows? Yeah lots of that. I do want to emphasize though- peter is not completely unhealthily coping. Like he has a therapist and he has been reaching out to ned and mj, but its still an open wound for him. Obviously. He still has a sense of humor though, but its to cover these deep insecurities. Like the first month or so that he was with tony, he was reallllyyyy trying to not get close to him bc he sort of thinks he kills everyone around him. Like logically he knows this isn’t true, but he does really think the that non superheroes that he surrounds himself with are very at risk if they know about his spider-man-ness. The only people who know now are ned and mj (may knew too).

Section 4: the meeting of harley and peter. Keep in mind peter has been living in this apartment/area of stark tower for about 3 months now. He actually moved in while may was in the hospital because he couldn’t stand to be alone in the apartment when he knew why may wasn’t there. And um. Yeah. so peter is like comfortable in this space, basically. Also- the reason theyre in the same apartment is because stark tower was not really created with the idea of housing broken orphans in mind, so it only has a certain amount of residential space. Thor and bruce are currently staying there together (although no one really knows if theyre together, or if theyre just best bros who went through some extreme trauma together and are now inseparable. Hmmm wonder if thats gonna come up later) and theyre using one apartment, and happy lives there with his own apartment, and tony and stephen are currently sharing the penthouse, even though thats not public knowledge. Really only the people close to tony know that he’s dating stephen. So. this leaves just the one other 2 bedroom apartment for peter and harley. It has one bathroom, and the bedrooms are connected by a door but theyre pretty big so like. Theres a kitchen, a living room with a fancy ass tv, and a really pretty view (with a balcony bc <333). May died in march, peter got leave from the school in april, and it is now the middle of june btw. Tony is now peter’s official guardian (he was before may died anyways) and now has sole guardianship over him which he has fully accepted, even though peter and him both know that there are going to be times where he has to go out of town bc he does own a company after all. Times like right now. Harley is pretty nervous that tony isn’t going to be there to greet him and that he is going to have to like introduce himself to peter and everything. Cmon, theres no reason to feel like that, he’s the one intruding after all, he should at least be able to handle himself. (<--- harley’s thoughts). Yeah so theyre insecure super cool. A n y w a y s so peter was stressing about harley as he arrived, and so when harley walked in they were both complete bundles of nerves. Harley walks up but knocks. Peter actually jumps (bc spidey sense okay whatever) and goes to get the door. Oh my god these awkward teenagers i hate them so much (i love them). Peter kinda looks like shit, sorry king. He was a little bit crying earlier, then tony called and he switched into stressed out ball-of-anxiety mode. Distractions are good, its okay. Peter opens the door for harley and they like introduce each other all awkward (again sorry) and peter shows harley where he is staying. Harley doesnt really have muchhhh bc he was kicked out and all. He just has a suitcase full of clothes, his favorite blanket, his favorite stuffed animal (yeah whatever bc ofc he does) and his phone/charger. He sets all his stuff down at once. He thanks peter for letting him stay in his apartment and also said sorry. First thing peter noticed was harley’s accent. Stfu. peter asks why harley’s here- ok. Harleys had a long ass day. Too fucking long. He- he breaks down. He tells peter a lot. About how his mom found out that he was gay, and how she told him never to come back. Yikes. Anyways, this is establishing the beginning of their relationship as friends. Peter is there for him even though he doesn’t know him at all. Peter sees some of himself in harley in this moment, even though he’s not talking about himself yet. Eventually harley does ask about peter, and they really just get to know each other really quick. They have these deep scarring individual traumas, and neither has nearly recovered, but they find comfort in just knowing that theyre not alone in their suffering. At least for now. At least in this moment.

Section 5: the next day. Peter and harley spent that whole night talking about what they were going through. Peter said good night at around 5 am (there were no adults around they can do what they want to) and they both got good sleeps. In peter’s case, one of the first solid nights he’s had in a while. Harley was kept up a little longer after peter left, however, because he just couldn’t shut off his mind. It was really cathartic for him to just lay everything out there and for someone to just accept him. Peter told him he was bi, but he was.. Lucky. He had accepting people in his life. May was accepting. God, harley couldn’t fathom having lost everyone in his life, everyone he ever cared about, and still having the heart to sit and talk with the dumbass anxious gay kid who can’t go home anymore. His problems felt so small compared to peter’s, and all he could do was admire peter’s resilience and how he was seemingly able to bounce back from anything. God, peter was something. He couldn’t wait to get to know him more. With that thought circling in his head, he finally went to sleep at oh shit 6:30 am. Peter woke up around 1. Harley at 2. When harley woke up, peter was watching tv and eating cereal on the couch and he just sat down next to him. No words, just sleepy children being sleepy. They stayed like this for like an hour when someone knocked on their door. Enter stephen strange!!!!!!!!!!! Get excited people. Hes just coming in to check on them bc tony told him to, and he didn’t get the chance last night bc he was _busy_. K so now he’s here and hes awkward and he just wants to make sure these boys r okay bc theyve both been through too much recently, and it would be just the cherry on top if they didn’t get along. Him and harley had never actually met before so he like introduced himself and all that. Offered like if they needed anything he was there, and its only gonna be a few days until tony gets back (did i say a week earlier? Im retconning that bc i cannot find it in my writing so it is now retconned). Peter and harley just have to sort of explain to dr strange that theyre getting along gREAT and there is no need for concern….. And peter was even thinking about showing harley around the city a bit that night (something he had not yet told harley, but wanted to make it seem like he was doing well and not acting too depressed in front of Dr. Strange) so dr strange is like yeah !!!!!! do that, that sounds super fun petey !!!!!! and so now they have evening plans

ok ps I wrote this like 2 weeks ago and completely forgot I posted something on Tumblr about this fic idea, and so this is literally just how I talk to myself. was not gonna ever post this but then I decided to because I'm bored. there are more sections but I'm not gonna post them rn because this post is really fucking long already!!!!

#hope this is marketable??#sort of just wanted to share my 4 am writing tbh #it doesn't make sense just go w it #parkner #peter parker #harley keener

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dramagamergirl · 4 years

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Day 3 - Love Unholyc

Third Day

Chat 1:59 am Sweet dreams

I can't sleep I'm so tired +Hi

Sure, I like that I want to chat with you face to face... +Hi

I want to see your startle face. +Hi Something big is going to happen if I faint one more time...

Sujee deserved it. You did the right thing +Hi I think you overdid it considering she didn’t do it on purpose

Maybe she doesn't like you being with me? — Maybe she is paralyzed in love with you? What's your mom like?

Chat 08:43 am William’s heart

Yeah, I'm right here — Why did you call me twice?

That pink haired human has a name and its hi +HI did you worry about me a lot?

Were they that important? but what's done is done. What should I do —

I recharge some yesterday night so it's okay! — We should look at it under a positive light its half full. Not half empty! I don’t think I can remember all of them You're right. I don’t listen to anyone so cheer up. —

Oh right! It’s the black Sabbath okay. I'll be more careful — Hi calls

Chat 10:36 am My dear friend!

Wow, your profile picture is so pretty — lol I was kidding; you know me all too well

How did you know that?? Are you worried for my wellbeing? — it's refreshing morning if that answer the question I don’t feel so great —

They were more attractive than unholycs — I still have a long way to go

To think you would find joy in my misery — I'm glad you actually find my situation amusing I don’t have any intention of forcing them to do my bidding — Our power doesn’t work against other unholyc

You have your butler though Why don’t you hang out with humans? — Huhu, wish all u want! — I will deliver your message to William

Chat 11:24 am Cat is recovering!

Yeap, 100 percent I survived thank to Hi +Hi Yes, I did! I skipped because I felt lazy and tired —

I wanted to see you too...you should have stopped by +Leo Good job. You can't just throw your life away like that. I didn’t notice! Sad I felt much better this morning all of a sudden +Hi Hi image

That’s because you drank too much yogurt lol You have a sweet tooth too hi? +Sol Great! I pulled it off — I guess he’s not fully recovered yet. We need to take care of him until the very end. I'm happy enough to be able to talk to you guys +Sol There are so many things that I want that I can't even list them all

Sol Image

Ah! Did you want to have my slippers? .. So cute lol +Leo

Bird poop That’s ominous Don’t you think you should rater clean it that chat about it here? Hahaha —

Sol Calls

Chat 13:46 pm Big Sister!!!

Who is this? — Okay, thank you

Where did you get my number? Haha Nice to meet you too +Sol

What jeeps him so busy? — Did Sol ever have a girlfriend?

Hey Hello? +Sol Excuse me?

Chat 14:32 pm I have a question

Yes, boss! I wanted to talk as well lol —

He called me sister in law lol Don’t punish him, he was a nice person. —

lol Are you checking on my meal status again? Yes, I did — No, I didn’t

Something else? Theres nothing, we’re fine mmm, the truth is... No, never mind —

I am one who made the decision. You don’t need to. +Sol William is not as irrational as he might seem lol

Chat 16:37 pm Memory from school years

I will take that SOS! +Leo Hi Leo, I'm not busy!

Application requirement? Can Hi translate? +Hi

I think those who write negative comments online are all psychopath Why would people spend time writing such a thing? +Hi

Why won't you make a costume for hi? Hi, so smart! +Hi

That’s Sol’s privacy I bet 100 +Leo

Sol Image Leo must enjoy physical activity. — Aren't you a professional model?

Sol isn't good at drinking? +Sol Oh. The story sounds pretty interesting!

The story doesn't match with how Leo looks I want to see Leo get tired +Sol

I like how manly Sol is That’s right. I like how soft and warmhearted Sol is —

Lol Sol... you are really upset Treating elderly well. That's amazing —

Chat 18:58 pm Strange vacation

Do you think he told her about my story? 30 pairs of slippers? +Hi

Didn’t you say the sign was no longer there? Maybe she’s talking off a little longer? —

You guys must be close to her She’s going to be fine +Hi

Maybe it was someone looked like her? +Leo Maybe she just wanted to take a rest

Sol is so reliable and competent I really wish she’s okay +Sol

I like sweet things too! +Leo How can Sol handle so much sugar?

Chat 19:43 pm Man From underworld

Sujee, you must visit Ripeato pretty often? Are you close to her too, Sujee? —

Don’t you think saying that can hurt Sol’s felling even more? +Sol Why don’t you use different way to describe him?

Sujee, you are being rude — are you talking bad about Sol’s friends?

Sol has enemies?! They want the Ripeato’s street? How bold! —

Sol, does this put you in danger? — Sol. Don’t you have intention to solve the issue by force?

Everything is centered on Hi for you, Sujee — Do you know these people, sol?

It Feels like we are mingling into something dangerous — Can't we just report the case to the police?

Leo you must have been busy? Leo, I am still here! +Leo

Sol is as normal as we are Sol must be aware how concerned you are, Leo —

How did you get close to her, Leo? +Leo How did Sol get close to her, Leo? +Sol How did Hi get close to her, Leo? +Hi

I am too, I've got so much to do I'm fine, pretty free +Leo

Chat 20:21 pm Don't tell others

Urgent matter? What is it? — Are you okay??

I won't until you come. Don’t push yourself too much, you don’t have to come if it's difficult —

Chat 21:24 pm Advance from human female friend

I'm just doing my work I just talked to sol —

Sol is not a gangster — No. I didn’t

I think you are You are worried about me? —

You... Heard? That means those may not be true — He had lived such a though like?

Sol said he trust Ripeato employees — all the employees at Ripeato used to be gangsters?

Yes, I understand. Thank you — well a lot still doesn't make sense to me I only speak about Hi that I know — Something makes me think I know more about Hi than you do

Chat 21:45 pm Sol’s last words

Don’t worry, sol will take care of everything! We haven't heard from Hi either, right? —

Hi, lets calm down a bit. I'm sure that what Sol wants Don’t be sorry. You must have been so busy... We have startled you +Hi

Nothing much He sounds there is some issues + Leo

Does sol get involved in fights often? Sol is super strong, so he's going to be okay, right? —

Leo, you really do understand Sol too well +Leo What message did Sol leave you with?

Why do you have to be there early the morning? Im so glad you are coming early —

Okay, I will stay strong +Sol I can't calm myself down from worrying

Story21:53 pm Emergency Close down, Ripeato

No options

Story22:34 pm Waiting

Sol! Are you okay? I was waiting for you +Sol

Should support him standing — Should Tell Sol he’s swatting a little but I worried about you too — We can't even worry a person who is taking care of himself?

How come you sound surprise by that? — Mm, I think?

That’s right, I am upset +Sol Nope, why would I feel unpleasant

Stop, get a hold of yourself! Let's finish this up first, okay? +Sol

Sol, can you do it with less power... It hurts if you do it like that, so let's loosen it up a bit. Be good, okay? +Sol

Sol is there any issue that you are afraid to share with is? Sol it may be just a feeling. But it seems you become a lot more talkative when I'm around —

#love unholyc #loveunholyc #unholyc

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transsexualhamlet · 3 years

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sherlock holmes reactions part six (aka me losing my mind over the final problem)

Hi, I am once again reminding you all that I've formed a parasocial relationship with the crackhead detective 👍 This made me overly emotional for the fact that he didnt even die

But like

hhhmmmmmmmm those were certainly an interesting 14 pages

Yeah, I already made a post about how the final problem relates to yuumori's final problem and how incredibly sexy it is but yes now I'd just like to relay to you how absolutely heart brocken i am over this lol I will eventually get to reading the post hiatus stories i just. I haven't emotionally recovered from this yet

Yelling below the cut somehow this reaction feels longer than the story itself. but it's about half cracking jokes and half sobbing so be prepared

I mean, starting off strong with "well yknow since i got married my and sherlock's Very Intimate Relations had to be modified and all but we hadnt seen each other in a while so it was kind of jarring to see him crawling in my second story bedroom window clutching Wounds and closing the shutters absolutely fucking wasted losing his mind over some dude named moriarty"

We've been over this but. Oh my god why are they gay

I just like????? Imagine how fucking bizzare that would be to just see your old homie crawl into your window bleeding on your floor and asking to exit the other way in case he's followed like "hey bro can we Talk i hope you're not busy" WHAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO, SAY HE IS? Imagine watson just like "no dude I'm fucking busy go get killed"

But legitimately. That's certainly something. And like, I see a lot of books starting like this lmao but. Holmes's stuff usually starts off kind of easily with watson going "yeah so lately ive been Experiencing Sherlock Holmes" and spend 20 minutes on exposition with them having a Conversation but no. mans just fucking escaped a hitman and went directly to his boyfriend's house having apparently Never Before In His Goddamn Life mentioned his actual nemesis to this guy. How the FUCK has watson never heard of him before.

And how sherlock starts talking about it isn't any less funny he's just like "UHHH SO THERE'S THIS GUY. THIS ABSOLUTE MAN. AND HES REALLY IMPRESSIVE I MEAN HES LIKE SUPER FUCKING SMART AND HES LIKE DOING CRIMES????? SO I LIKE. I NOTICED AS I DO BUT HE NOTICED THAT I NOTICED AND I MIGHT HAVE MADE A LITTLE FUCKY WUCKY DUDE CAN YOU HELP ME LIKE. FLEE THE COUNTRY" and watson's like my dear sherlock What The Fuck

Im also loving how he calls moriarty a "mathematical celebrity" awhi;grih;oaewhhta;ioh;iaewh;ii;oewh;eh;rg mans just. ok lol hes a Math Celebrity that had to quit his math teacher job because EVERYONE JUST KNEW HE WAS A CRIME LORD LIKE THEY TOOK ONE LOOK AT HIM AND WENT MANS DEFINITELY HAS BODIES IN HIS BASEMENT I DONT WANT HIM TEACHING HERE

But yeah, it was interesting to see what the big deal about og moriarty was... especially since the deal simply did not deliver. There was not really a big deal. It's like reading the first chapter of a book and immediately skipping to the climax. Everything is so hyped up and clearly having been building for years and you just get like NO CONTEXT. I swear Moriarty wasn't goddamn mentioned any time before this. He's just suddenly the big guy and watson has just never fucking heard shit about this guy.

What's so funny about this whole situation is that I just. Cannot objectively know anything about Moriarty at all because sherlock just... does not go into what this dude's alleged crimes even were, other than. The fact that he like. Does them. He's just really involved in crimes. How? Why? For how long? In what way? For what purpose? NO FUCKING CLUE HE JUST. HE JUST DOES. And there's nothing to really suggest that Moriarty was honestly a really evil guy. They're all like trust me he was just. he was just really bad but show absolutely No examples of being such. The most evil thing we saw Moriarty do personally was call sherlock stupid for letting him get into the apartment. And even then he immediately followed it up with complimenting him lol

yeah, my impression of Moriarty was like. I expected him to be worse, honestly. I expected him to be like a cartoon villain because he was kind of made out to be one and then he's just honestly a really polite and refined guy?? Mans strolls the fuck into 221B like hi shawty and it is Not like yuumori obviously man's holding a gun but like. What the fuck they are just. They have never met before but They Clearly Have and it's. its so weird

Like honestly I don't dislike og moriarty. He's really what william tried to be (and fucking failed, but beside the point) but like. Dude's so powerful and for what. He just walks into the apartment with No Pretense like why sherlock holmes is that a revolver or are you just happy to see me oh my goodness you are a dolt why would you hold the gun that way. disgusting. disgraceful. dreadful. Oh my god. I love him I'm sorry

abngnahhghifeah;iewh and Why does sherlock describe him like that hes like "MANS A REALLY REFINED LIZARD /pos" HIEHIFEHW:HGIHOEWFEEW FOR WHAT. FOR W H A T

baaaaaaaaghhhhhh but likeeeee they went STRAIGHT to "you know what I'm here for" "you know how I'm going to respond" "well then" "yeah" "mhm" "damn well it really do be like that sometimes" "ur really smart by the way" "im fucking aware let's kill each other as we both Thought in our Minds" "yes lets" AHDHDHDHDFS WTF THIS IS INSANE

But damn uh. mutual destruction my beloved this is very different from sherliam but im not. im not. opposed to it tucks hair behind ear

I just. Holy shit they really went "if you destroy me I will ensure that we both go down hand in unlovable hand" "I wouldn't mind that"

Annnnd I just noticed that the actual lines for this part kind of. that kind of happened in chapter 31 when sherlock was like i would Gladly die to take down the lord of crime and william was like. hahahah yeahNO NO NO NO

BUT SERIOUSLY THO IM LOSING MY MIND OVER HOW SHERLOCK SAYS THIS WHOLE THING TO WATSON AND HES LIKE DAMN SHAWTY HES LIKE THE REASON FOR HALF THE CRIME IN THIS CITY BUT HES SO NICE THO??? LIKE I EXPECTED HIM TO BE TOUGH AND EVERTHING NO HES JUST SOME POLITE PROPER UNDERSTANDABLE MAN WHO JUST HAPPENS TO BE VERY DIABOLICAL shawty is having a Crisis

And then watson is like wowww that was cool you wanna spend the night and sherlock is like "UNFORTUNATELY BESTIE I AM BEING FUCKING TRACKED DOWN ID LIKE YOU TO NOT DIE WITH ME"

This bit gave me a Moment Moment because oh my god. Then watson is like "no shut up i'm coming with you i don't care" and i just had to Take A Minute because THEY SWITCHED PLACES AAH SHERLOCK IS TRYING TO KEEP WATSON SAFE NOW AND WATSON IS NOW MORE RECKLESS BC OF HIM AND. AHHHH

Completely random but. How sherlock still refers to 221B as "our rooms" to watson even though watson hasn't lived their in years........ shawty i am emotional.........

SO THEY GODDAMN FLEE THE COUNTRY TOGETHER BC WATSON SAYS THEY HAVE TO STICK TOGETHER AND SHERLOCK HAS A MOMENT WHERE HE'S LIKE YEAH NEVERMIND PLEASE GO HOME WATSON AND WATSON IS JUST LIKE. NO. AND HSERLOCK IS LIKE. DAMN OK I HAVE NEVER HEARD YOU SAY THAT BEFORE

But. Ok as funny as this is. They have this fucking Conversation on the train to switzerland where sherlock is like "I have not lived in vain" and watson is like "YOURE NOT DYING" and hes like "i have not lived in vain. like i said. this will not be a bad way to die" UHHHHHH DAMN SHAWTY

hhhhhh and it just Gets. it. it. it Gets. These fuckers get to switzerland and they stay in a hotel and then leave for reichenbach but watson gets this goddamn letter telling him that hes needed at the hotel to basically save this lady's life. And he doesn't. Like. he doesn't even want to go he's like FUCK IT SHE CAN DIE IM NOT LEAVING YOU but sherlock convinces him to go fULLY KNOWING THE LETTER WAS FUCKING FAKED BY MORIARTY JUST AS A PLOY TO GET HIM ALONE

AND THEN HE JUST. WENT ANYWAY AND WATSON HAD TO WATCH HIM JUST LIKE GODDAMN WALK OFF INTO THE SUNSET LIKE "LITTLE DID I KNOW THIS WOULD BE THE LAST TIME I WOULD SEE HIM BUT IT JUST. IT HAD THAT VIBE YKNOW"

God I just. Wow sherlock really did that huh. He really went and did that. And I went over it in the post about this compared to yuumori but it just RUINED me how watson just. Never saw what happened and there's just so little information about it that all they have is these assumptions and pieces that just suggest that these guys met up, walked up to the goddamn waterfall having a nice civil conversation about how talented and smart they both were at this and how they revealed their methods to each other and complimented them because of course they did

And they just sat up there talking to each other so long and Moriarty legit waited politely or even possibly was the one that suggested he write a letter to watson in which sherlock just went "damn lol moriarty's pretty nice actually anyway uhhhh sorry watson ily ✌" and just like. left it up there in his damn cigarette box

But just like. damn the insinuation that moriarty just sat there and watched while he wrote that entire goddamn letter, sealed it up, and then got up and went alright buddy let's go but it makes no goddamn sense if they wanted to actually kill each other and assure they themselves would survive I could name like 23 different ways they could have managed it so easily and they Didn't. they were really set on mutual destruction huh. There's no way they were even trying to do anything but Die Together at that point and that's Something huh

It absolutely baffles me how they could say that these guys had plummetted like, holding each other tho. Like. ok lol but How Do You Even Know

It was certainly a ride. But the fact that Watson had to actively try to think like Sherlock to figure out what happened in the scene was just. The cherry on top. Especially after they'd consciously started to switch roles in this i just. Damn.

In conclusion uhhhhhhhh gay people real I suppose

#rowan views moriarty #rowan's hyperfixation essays #sherlock holmes #*screams* THIS BOY GOT ME FUCKED UP. FUCKED UP

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positivelypositive · 3 years

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you dont have to read this or reply to this. just ranting.

(cw/tw: anorexia, suicide/suicidal thoughts, self harm)

the self loathing is strong today. i dont know what to do with it. the pain is too strong to handle sometimes, it crushes me. i still think of myself as a failure, ive been suicidal (not so much anymore), and ive been cutting (its been going on for a while now and i can say that im not getting clean any time soon.). im an anorexic, and i havent fully recovered from it. it still has its ways to get into my head every time i look in the mirror or do something even remotely makes me look at mt body (being trans and dysphoric is not helping at all). i cannot afford to get help from anyone. and as hard as it is to admit it, im just gonna say it. i dont want to get better. i dont want to get help. because i dont see myself as deserving.

and then theres life and its responsibilities, just waiting for me to move on and live like nothing bad has ever happened. im also afraid that if someone finds out about any of this, especially the self harming, they will probably send me to a mental hospital somewhere because ive never been the one to be "normal enough" for them. this is fucking exhausting and i dont know what to do, and moving on and just existing seems too much to get through every day. its too much...

listen. i know if i continue going, it will heal with time. however i am also afraid of the future (there isnt much hope left for me or for the humanity, to be honest) and what itll bring. i am afraid. just. i dont know anymore. like is it even fucking worth it??!! i still see myself as a failure, a wimp, if you will. a daddy's boy. dying in a hole is what seems fitting for me.

anyways. if youre reading this, thank you for your time. genuinely. hope you are well.

TW: SELF HARM, TW: ANOREXIA, TW: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

hey,

i'm sorry. that's all i want to say. i am so sorry you're going through this tough time. i understand that you feel like you can't get help right now.

i hope you find the strength in yourself to let yourself heal. i hope you see how precious you are. i hope you can come to believe in yourself and in the truth that with time, you can overcome anything and everything.

i am here for you. if that means anything at all to you, please take care of yourself. please do not hurt yourself. take it a day at a time or even a minute at a time. choose whatever pace works for you.

you deserve everything beautiful in this world because you are beautiful. your worth is in the words you speak. so make your words more positive and let that energy flow inside of you. find the ray of hope and let it take you forward.

i hope for the best for you. sending you love and positive vibes ✨

#positively positive #tw: self harming #tw: self harm #tw: anxious thoughts #tw: suidice #tw:suicidal thoughts #tw:anorexia #answered

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llatimeria · 3 years

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im still thinking abt the abuse anon from earlier bc its, inadvertently dredging up a lot of bad memories

abuse can make ppl desperate to cling onto literally anything or anyone so i like. get it. im not mad or upset w/ that anon at all, i Honestly want to believe it came from a place of good faith and that they do need someone to help them and that they absolutely deserve that help, but im just... i really can’t. i’m sorry i just can’t

its just like. i never claimed that i’d be able to help anyone w/ abuse. i reblog posts about abuse a lot because information abt it is a) incredibly valuable for people who need it b) interesting to me personally bc i like talking about people and why they do things, including bad things

but im like. im barely 23. i have like. half a year of college under my belt and im currently on a leave because my mental health has been bad again thanks to covid. i scraped thru high school because i couldn’t cope with existing physically all of the time. the closest thing to a “qualification” i have on this subject is that i’ve taken 1 psychology class that didn’t actually teach me much more than what i knew beforehand somehow. i am seriously just a fucking guy and im a little afraid that my habit of Speaking Authoritatively could make me an extremely reliable figure when im very much not

there’s nothing i could offer you that would be more substantial just googling “abuse” or “how to know if i’m in an abusive relationship”. i really... really don’t know more than the basics, and i don’t have a stockpile of resources i can get to right away either, not without doing a shitton of research. there’re definitely other blogs that focus 100% on education on abusive relationships too so i... dont know why someone would come to Me for this, or to someone with a larger following bc at least someone with a lot of followers could just post “hey can someone help me find some resources for anon?” and get a billion responses but I’m Not That. its not really that i don’t want to help or don’t want them to be helped its just that i... cannot possibly do anything for them and if i did just start running my mouth and saying whatever it’d be just. hideously irresponsible of me. i am not about to be the next “6p heals” yknow. i am not gonna be the guy who therapizes my tumblr followers for clout, as much as i Really Do Want To Help As Much As I Can

For some like. personal context about . why im This Many Paragraphs Amount Of Uncomfortable. i spent most of my early teenage years being incredibly responsible for the mental health of my entire friend group. basically everyone i was internet(!) friends with was desperately in need of actual help from people who could materially change their lives irl, but it was still My Responsibility to talk them down from suicide every 5 minutes because I Was There & i eventually had to cut ties with them for my own good so i didn’t off myself at the ripe old age of 15

i wasnt,,, fully innocent of this either. i was also in a fucked up place emotionally and i wasn’t always Normal about keeping my problems to myself or asking for help in constructive ways, but a) talking people down every 5 seconds was definitely not Benefitting my mental health b) every time i had a problem they would make it their problem and suddenly i’d be talking them down again when i was the one with the problem and it was just like. okay

those relationships Broke me & my ability to form normal human bonds in ways i Still haven’t fully recovered from years later. I am definitely over a Lot of it, thank God, too much time has past for me to just be clinging onto these feelings i had as a Young Teenager (and ive been in therapy. and ive just got a lot more life experience. and i just have other things to be worrying about), but it still definitely Affects Things I Still Think And Do just bc it was my formative years and a lot of it is lodged very very deeply into my brain in ways im not sure i will ever be free of

idk anyways my point is its taken me a long time to build the boundaries i have now wrt other people’s mental health + safety and it’s taken me even longer to feel Okay about having those boundaries and knowing that it’s Completely Normal and Justified to be a little sketched out when people start trying to make their problems my problem and that i’m Not Evil for not being able to carry the entire world upon my shoulders.

i wish u the best anon but please please please find someone or somewhere appropriate for this kind of ask. it’d be unfair of me to answer you because i’m not a reliable source of information and if i gave you information that was wrong it could literally be dangerous. it’s also unfair of you to ask me something like this because i seriously am just one person with no qualifications or education on how to keep people safe in times of emotional turmoil and i am just. deeply against ever bearing that kind of responsibility for anyone else ever again, especially not for a Complete Stranger.

i always want to do what i can, of course, but i ,, can’t be a reliable source of information & comfort for random anons, and i hope that’s an understandable + respectable boundary to have. thanks

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bigoltrashpile · 4 years

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Can u do 117 butch x reader please?? :DD

Of course! And since it’s New Years Eve, I’m gonna do something with that. Hope it’s okay. Here we go!

“are ya sure you’re okay with this? my family ain’t exactly...calm,” Butch mumbled as the two of you walked up to the doors of the mansion where he lived.

You smiled at him softly. “of course i’m okay, if they’re anything like you, i’m sure they’re great!”

He winced. “well, most of ‘em aren’t is the thing. an’ other times they’re too much like me.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s okay, this’ll be great! I’ve been excited to meet them since you first talked about your brother!”

“so the first time we met?” Butch grinned.

“Exactly!”

He laughed a little, and you watched in relief as he seemed to relax a bit. “well, some of ‘em won’t be able to resist such a hot lil’ human bein’ around, i’m just a little nervous,” he admitted. “some of ‘em would be much better boyfriends than i am,” he muttered under his breath, shoulders slumping, red eye lights darting away.

You paused on the front porch, turning him so he would face you. “Butch, you don’t have to worry about it. I’m all yours.”

“really?” he asked.

You pressed a kiss to his sharp teeth, lingering just a little. “Of course,” you whispered.

That seemed to put him more at ease, and you watched his eyes wobble, obviously trying not to turn into hearts. He cleared his throat, a blush lighting up his cheekbones. “alright, you sap, let’s head inside.” He stuck a key in the lock and opened the door.

Immediately, before you could even fully process your surroundings, a new skeleton raced up to you. This one was a little shorter than Butch, so still an inch or so taller than you, and had the same round face and stocky body. However, he looked a lot less threatening, with baby blue eye lights, and flat teeth. He was also wearing a navy blue suit, with a tie that matched his eye lights, rather than Butch’s usual red and black scheme.

“OH MY GOD, IS THIS THEM?” he asked excitedly. His voice was just as deep as Butch’s too, just much louder. “I THOUGHT FOR SURE YOU WERE MAKING THEM UP!” he teased Butch. Then he grabbed your hand and pressed a skeleton kiss on the back of it, making you blush a lot more than you’d like to admit. “THE NAME’S LUCKY, IT’S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU!” he smirked at you. Then, before you could recover, he pulled two party hats out of god-knows-where and plopped them on you and Butch’s head.

He raced off deeper into the house, shouting at the top of his lungs, “HEY EVERYONE, BUTCH FINALLY BROUGHT HIS IMAGINARY DATEMATE!”

“they ain’t imaginary, asshole!” Butch growled after him, ripping his party hat off. You chuckled a bit, grabbing his hand to calm him down.

“It’s okay, babe, let’s go meet the rest of your family, shall we?”

He sighed a little, then smiled softly at you. “yeah. let’s get this over with.”

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Several hours and many drinks later, it was almost midnight. Butch had put his party hat back on somewhere around his eighth drink, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that he looked super dorky. Sans, another one of Butch’s “cousins” was running around, telling people to ask him what he was doing in twenty minutes, then replying “i don’t know, i don’t have 2020 vision!” Then he’d stumble off to find his next victim. You had been having a great time, all of Butch’s cousins were super fun, even the edgy ones. Now, it was almost midnight, and you were determined to share your New Year’s kiss with Butch, but you were having trouble finding him.

“Hey Hound, have you seen Butch?” you asked one of his taller cousins.

He turned toward you, seemingly confused for a second before recognition crossed his features. “oh, hey Butch’s imaginary datemate,” he slurred. “haven’t seen ‘im, but you could always share your kiss with me,” he teased, wiggling his bony eye brows.

You giggled a little. “Sorry, but there’s only one skeleton with that honor,” you joked.

Hound sighed dramatically. “oh well, guess i’ll have to find another cute human.”

You thanked him for his time and kept looking. You didn’t have to go far before you ran right into his solid chest.

He growled threateningly, staring right at Hound. “back off asshole, this one’s mine,” he snarled drunkenly.

“i know that, i was just messing around,” Hound retorted, taking another sip of his drink.

“well you shouldn’t make jokes like that unless you want another gold tooth,” Butch threatened, holding you close to his chest.

“Hey hey, chill out, it’s okay, he was just teasing,” you placated Butch. You quickly guided him away. “You don’t have to be so protective, I can handle myself.”

He sighed. “i know, doll, i’m sorry. i just...don’t want you to leave,” he admitted, eye lights on the ground.

You frowned. “I won’t leave,” you comforted, placing a hand on his cheek. He nuzzled into it, like a big cat. “Like I said earlier, I’m yours.” You noticed that it was only a minute to midnight. “Hey, do you know about the human New Year’s kissing tradition?” you asked innocently.

“don’t think so, but i like the sound of it,” he said flirtatiously, wiggling his eye brows.

You giggled. “I thought you would. Anyway, it’s a tradition where whoever you kiss at midnight is who you want to spend the year with,” you explained, watching his face light up.

“an’...you wanted to kiss me?” he confirmed a little hesitantly.

“Of course, you dork! Who else would I ask, Scar? No thank you!” Your ears perked up as you heard the other boys start counting down to the New Year. “So...you want to make it official?” you teased.

His sockets lowered. “do i ever,” he purred, cupping the back of your head. As the clock struck midnight, the two of you kissed in the corner through your smiles. There was no where else you’d rather be.

#undertale imagines #sans #undertale #mafiatale #mafiafell #dialogue prompts #writing #my garbage #butch #new years kiss #fluff #protective sans

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