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angstymdzsthoughts · 1 year

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I posted 238 times in 2022

226 posts created (95%)

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I tagged 155 of my posts in 2022

Only 35% of my posts had no tags

#mdzs - 137 posts

#wei wuxian - 80 posts

#lan wangji - 56 posts

#reply - 53 posts

#character death - 26 posts

#lan xichen - 22 posts

#jiang cheng - 18 posts

#lack of reply - 17 posts

#lan sizhui - 13 posts

#angsty talks - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 108 characters

#i feel like the quality of writing slowly degraded the longer it went but i have no motivation to correct it

My Top Posts in 2022:

All the Wen Remnants want is to live in peace until their dying day, WWX enables that by creating a massive barrier over the Burial Mounds that makes time move faster for those within it.

The Sects finally lay seige to the Burial Mounds and break the barrier, they are stunned to discover the Burial Mounds are now a lush thriving paradise free of resentment, the Stygian Tiger Amulet now merely a powerless and rusted trinket.

JC is the one who discovers WWX had been manipulating time but LWJ is the one who discovers Suibian, a first class spiritual sword, massively aged and used as a gravemarker alongside Chengqing (that now has flowers growing out of the holes) for her master who died hundreds of years ago.

It started small. A way to speed up the crops growing so everyone could eat. In injury that would have taken months to heal only taking an hour. Speeding up the Burial Mounds slow recovery until it became a place where life was possible again.

No one noticed at first. The days felt like they were passing by normally. Of course A-Yuan shot up so quickly, all children do. Of course their elders felt slow and ache with all the hard work farming demanded. But then one of the women had a late in life pregnancy in her early forties. Barely a month after finding out she was expecting she birthed a healthy nine month old baby boy.

Wei Wuxian had already been working on a way to stop what was happening but Wen Qing had gone to him and asked "Would it really be so bad to leave it? We don't know how long we have until the other sects come for us. Let the elders spend their last days in peace and let the children grow until they can defend themselves."

284 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

I saw fanfictions where Wei Ying was the secret son of Wen Rohan from the woman he loved. He recognized this and demanded him for himself (without explaining that this was his son), and the Jiangs handed him over to the beaten ones, believing that he was guilty. What if they go even further? Madame Yu is pleased to hand over the severed head of the "servant's son"...

WRH looking at the decapitated head of the young son he didnt know he had: ... This is the opposite of what I wanted.

293 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

Since secretlyevil! is popular this week, I propose secretly evil mxy finds a ritual for temporary possession expecting that WWX will do his thing and he’ll wake up in a year as the ruler of the cultivation world. Instead he wakes up in the jingshisleeping next to hanguang-jun. Your bet if he confesses or he tries to take over wwx’s postcanon life…

Mo Xuanyu wasn't expecting to wake up next to one of the most beautiful men in the world. He had sort of been expecting two or three beautiful women given all the rumors of Wei Wuxian before he died. He was by no means complaining of course!

A quick look around the room led to real disappointment though. He didn't know where he was, but the early morning light made it obvious that this was not the empire he had been expecting. A part of him had thought the Yilling Patriarch would take over Koi Towers since it was by far the most luxurious city in the known world.

Still, it was better then that thrice damned shed.

Now all Mo Xuanyu had to do was continue to play the part. He had no doubt that Wei Wuxian had built up an army for him to command. He just had to make sure no one got close enough to begin doubting his power. Hopefully Wei Wuxian didn't have a habit of showing off...

He began to climb out of bed, eager to see what the Yilling Patriarch had built for himself in the past year but was stopped by a strong arm around his waist.

Really though- he had to commend the Yilling Patriarch for his excellent taste in men! Hangung-Jun as a lover! That alone was worth losing his body for a year.

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji said with a sleep slurred voice.

Mo Xuanyu didn't really think much of interacting with Hangung-Jun. The other man would at most be a concubine who no one would listen to if he noticed Wei Wuxian acting strangely. As tempting as the older man was, Mo Xuanyu was too excited to see his new empire to stay in bed longer.

So he scoffed and removed Lan Wangji's arm from his waist and said "Don't be so clingy, Hangung-Jun. I have better things to do."

The way Hangung-Jun's eye snapped open and locked on him made him realize that he had just made a mistake.

296 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

WWX dies after Sunshot Campaign Reputation Intact AU

Playing fast and loose with the timeline a bit, bear with me here.

It's almost perfect the Sunshot Campaign has ended, Jiang Cheng, Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian have returned to Lotus Pier.

Wei Wuxian sits outside overlooking the lake waving Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli off to bed to moonwatch a bit longer.

In the morning they find Wei Ying asleep in the same place they left him last night. Exasperated good humor fades into horror as they realise their brother isn't breathing anymore and had passed peacefully away in his sleep with a soft smile.

Visitors including the Lan, are turned away from Lotus Pier as Jiang Cheng checks that it wasn't a assassination. (it's not, Wei Wuxian body literally gave out on him because of the immense strain the Sunshot Campaign put him under).

The funeral is held privately at Lotus Pier and Wei Wuxian's tablet is added to the Family Shrine.

The first the Cultivation World learns of Wei Wuxian's death is at the Phoenix Mountain Hunt when Jin Zixun callously asks why the Jiang Sect are still wearing mourning attire and Jiang Yanli replies in front of every Cultivator at the hunt that the Jiang Sect is in mourning for the death of Wei Wuxian.

(Wen Qing encounters Lan Wangji and learns that Wei Wuxian is dead. Lan Wangji overhears her muttering that its her fault and pressures her for a answer. A answer she won't give unless Lan Wangji helps her rescue her brother Wen Ning...)

Wei Wuxian returns to a world that knows of his sacrifice (A concept that gives him hives) a brother ready to either whip him or hug him and Jiang Yanli and her husband Nie Huisang who both want him to investigate the truth behind the murder of Nie Mingjue and Jin Zixuan and expose Jin Guangyao.

Because ironically Wei Wuxian has the best reputation of the lot of them having died a hero and willingly endured a Golden Core Transfer Surgery as the donor. Lan Wangji's reputation took a nosedive when he rescued the Wen Remnants and barely survived the Propaganda storm of rumors by the Jin for opposing them by going into seclusion.

WWX kicking in the jingshis door: Hi Lan Zhan! I'm here to kidnap you!

306 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

In those AU's where WWX allows himself to be purified to death by the Lan its often by LWJ who thinks he's helping and WQ knows beforehand, Here WWX is suicidal and has decided to make his death mean something.

What if WWX agreed to be purged of resentment in return for granting the Wen Remnants sanctuary then fully informed the Lan of what cleansing entailed? The Elders don't believe WWX because he's still agreed to undergo cleansing and they don't realise WWX is actively suicidal instead of lying. LWJ is conflicted regarding the issue and LXC steps in to perform Cleansing also sure that WWX is exaggerating, he's not exaggerating. How would the Lans react knowing that they assisted in WWXs suicide. How would WQ react after WWX lied to her about the the Lans requirements to take in the Wen Remnants, not knowing that he'd tricked them into killing him thereby forcing the Lans to take in the Wen Remnants and protect them out of duty and guilt at accepting such a twisted agreement.

I like this one.

Lan Wangji was really the only one who unquestioningly believed Wei Wuxian when he told him that the ritual would likely kill him. He was immediately telling Lan Xichen that they needed to make a new deal and find a different condition to take in the Wens because he wasn't willing to risk Wei Wuxian's life. Lan Xichen speaks to the elders and they all convince him that this was just the Yilling Patriarch trying to weasel out of being purified and purged of the resentful energy that makes him so powerful. Lan Xichen believes the elders and doesn't trust Wei Wuxian but he does have a talk with him to try appeasing Lan Wangji.

During their talk Wei Wuxian sort of nonchalantly says 'yeah the chances of me dying are super high but if this is what the Lan clan wants then so be it' and Lan Xichen is like 'ok I'm still pretty sure your lying because no one would be this casual with their life so this is a go, but Wangji won't be happy about it.'

Wangji is Very unhappy about it. He tries to stop the ritual and fights a lot of his own clan before he is subdued and dragged away for his own punishment. Wei Wuxian feels super guilty and regrets telling Lan Wangji.

The ritual happens and Wei Wuxian ends up very very dead. Lan Xichen has a crisis because 1) he just killed a man, 2) he was warned that his actions would cause this, 3) he kneeling chose to ignore these warnings, and 4) that man happens to be the love of his brothers life. Some of the Lan elders try to argue that Wei Wuxian tricked them so they shouldn't have to fill their end of the agreement and take the Wens in but Lan Xichen shuts that down fast.

Lan Wangji is told that Wei Wuxian is dead and his heart breaks. Lan Xichen begs for forgiveness but Wangji isn't really in a forgiving mood. He ensures Wei Wuxian has a proper burial and goes into seclusion, planning to stay there for the rest of his life.

336 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

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querenciasturniolo · 9 months

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prompt list

she told me not to, but i’m just gonna say it; @floofparker wrote these, and they’re absolutely flawless, every single one of them. i told her i wanted to write a prompt list but i didn’t know where to start, and her wonderful and talented self took time out of her evening and WROTE THESE FOR ME ????

i love you, thank you 💓

romantic:

1. “how could i not miss you? are you out of your mind?”

2. “i hate you.” “forty minutes ago, you didn’t appear to hate me when you were suggesting that i kiss you.”

3. “i have always been in love with you.”

4. “what’s not to love?”

5. “it really is not that hard. you could just sit there and i’ll fall in love with you”

6. “you know i’d do anything to make you stay.”

7. “come here and tell me.”

8. “jesus, i really want to kiss you right now.”

9. “do it again, please.”

10. “i was on the other side of the world and all i could think about is you.”

11. “we could be anywhere, i don’t care as long as i’m with you.”

12. “it’s raining, baby please come inside.”

13. “i care about you. it’s really that simple.”

platonic:

1. “you’ve come a long way and i’m proud of you.”

2. “if anything, you have me.”

3. “you are my best friend in the whole wide world, of course i remember”

4. “you can’t cook for the love of god. let me do it.”

5. “hey, i love you but i’m not jumping in the freezing cold pool for you.”

6. “i am not even gonna lie; boston is boring without you three losers.”

7. “fuck, you scared me!”

8. “it’s funny because that hair cut absolutely suits you.”

9. “oh my fuck. you’re so corny.”

10. “he cheated on me.” “you’re absolutely not going to believe this.” “what?” “i told you so.” “shut up.”

11. “do you want anything from the store?” “no.” “okay whatever you say ms. ‘why didnt you buy me anything.’”

angst:

1. “sometimes, i believe my life is simply made just for me to long for you.”

2. “i think you don’t truly understand what you want until it’s right in front of you, gazing into your eyes and quietly pleading for love.”

3. “not when i have loved you all my life.”

4. “what do you mean? i never stopped loving you, not even when i wanted to.”

5. “you’re a little too late.”

6. “you just don’t get it do you? i love you, damn it! what more do you want me to say?”

7. “listen, if you’re out here kissing random people, you might as well just kiss me.”

8. “i’m confusing? you’re the one that’s confusing!”

9. “you can’t just push me away!”

10. “i knew it wasn’t going to last.”

11. “i’ll do it right this time, i promise.”

12. “and it sucks because i want that with you and i know i can never have it.”

13. “that happened when you left, yeah.”

14. “you know he still thinks about you, right?” “that’s not enough.”

15. “and I love you and you deserve to know that. everyone deserves to know that someone loves them…you don’t even have to say anything.”

16. “just know when you left, nothing has been the same.”

#chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo x you (platonic)#nick sturniolo x reader (platonic)#nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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missmewts · 2 years

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Literally I’d love any fic about Kai

xx 💜

Bad Dream, Baby

pairings; pre cult kai anderson, gender neutral reader

rating; pg-13

warnings; nightmares, not proofread, a little rushed (written in like, 20 minutes. sort of a vent fic lols)

kai wasnt the most affectionate person. he never has been. he preferred not to have physical contact. he didnt ask about other peoples feelings because he didnt like talking about his. he shook hands occasionally, gave hugs, asked if they needed to talk about it when he found someone crying. but thats as far as it went. at least until you. you were his first official relationship. you were dark, and somewhat scary. sometimes his heart abused his ribcage at just the thought of seeing you. you wore dark clothes and you used sarcasm and you had resting bitch face. it scared him a little bit. but he loved it.

thats why he never would have expected you to wake him up in a panic, limbs trembling and your face wet.

it started earlier in the day. you had a tough day, and confided in kai. you met him at the door, he grabbed your hand, and walked you past his family and down to the basement.

kai was timid, that much was obvious. you noticed that he was opening up more to you the longer you stayed. you liked that. the two of you laid bundles of blankets on the cold cement floor, and laid down. he wrapped his arms around you, something that was rare for him. he preferred to be the one laying against your chest. but this time, he held you to his.

and it didnt take long for you to drift off. you were absolutely exhausted. it was when you woke up that was the bad part. you jolted with a start; the basement was dark apart from kai’s laptop, which had been left open to hulu. he had rolled over in his sleep, his back facing you.

you didnt want to wake him. you felt bad doing so. you trembled, trying to decide what to do. but the more you thought about it, the more upset you got. it wasnt until you noticed your knees bobbing that you even realized you were shaking. it wasnt until you brushed your hair back out of your face you even realized you were crying. noticing these things made you feel worse. taking a slow breath, like kai always tells you to do, you lean on your elbow and use your other hand to rub his back. he sighed softly in his sleep, his sides tensing and relaxing again. you migrated your hand to his shoulder, where you shook it. it took a minute, but he began turning, grunting softly. it didnt take him long to realize it was you, or to realize that you were upset. he laid on his back, and extended his arm.

on instict, you scooted across the blanket, curling up in his side. neither of you said anything. the beating of his heart soothed you. you used it to steady your breathing for every three beats, you would take a deep breath.

“wanna talk about it?” he murmured softly, but to you, it felt like he was screaming. his chest vibrated underneath your ear. your hand trailed his stomach. “no.”

kai’s hand found your back, rubbing slow circles into it. “thats okay. we dont have to.” he let a few moments pass. “can you tell me what happened? i gotta know so i know how to help you.”

you sighed softly, working up the courage to speak. you tested your trembling voice, starting with “i just,” then clearing your throat and starting stronger, so your voice didnt falter. “just a bad dream.”

you could hear kai nod against the pillow. “thats okay, baby.” the stability you granted yourself shattered under the validation, your lip trembling and the tears you fought to bay flooded past the gates. “sorry.” you whispered.

you could hear him shaking his head. “not at all, dont be sorry. im glad you woke me up.”

you found safety in the volume he spoke at, despite your whispering. you brought your leg up, placing it on his thigh and curling your calf behind his knee. his hand sat in your hair, scratching your scalp softly.

after a few minutes, he spoke again. “im glad you woke me. im always gonna be here. im not gonna let anything get you. okay? im here.” you nodded against his chest, and began synchronizing your breathing with his. and with the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest, you drifted back off.

#ahs cult #ahs fanfiction #kai anderson #ahs #kai anderson fluff #kai anderson x reader #kai x reader #pre cult kai

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stovetoast · 9 months

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i know this is my art blog but i can do whatever i want. agents posting GO (WARNING THIS IS MESSY)

agent 3: lake. 19 (11 in splatoon 1), they/them

i dont have a lot on lake!!! they actually didnt get recruited at all, they just kinda... stumbled into the battlefield while the octavio fight was happening and insisted on sticking around afterwards because they had Way Too Much Energy. they dont really know a lot about their past before that, even less after oe. they now spend a lot of time researching turf game strategies (theyre not legally allowed to play because their special limiter is broken) and trying to push through the chronic fatigue. oh, and theyre in a qpr with 8.

personality . uhh basically lake likes to pretend theyre still silly but its Not working. they cant really speak above a certain volume either without it hurting. im so bad at describing personalities heeellllp hellllp help meeee helllllp

agent 4: mari(elle). 21 (15 in splatoon 2), any

the child of two splatlandian grizzco higher-ups! like... they work with the bear himself! they worked under the company at the inkopolis location for a while, including while the whole callie disappearing fiasco was happening, at least until the company got big enough where he could quit and her parents wouldnt notice. they didnt. cool! there may or may not be a reason that they didnt (wink) but i havent decided yet.

mari is kinda uhhhm. well. ive described it as theyre working on being silly without being mean. and hes been getting better :] + toni kensa fan oh heeeeelllllll no

agent 8: august/kass. 19 (13 in oe), he/him

oh god yeah i dont have a lot on him either. basically baby kass and baby lake met a few weeks before the Oe Incident and became fast friends. but then the metro happened and uhhhyeah you can imagine what happened to that. they both know they were close but dont really uh. actually i explained this better in another thing let me grab that.

"the key difference between a normal playthrough and this is that, not only did he run into agent 3 a few times in the metro, he… lost an eye when they were sanitized. the same eye, in fact. plus, his memories weren't entirely… restored, like how it i assume its implied to in oe. the contents of the mem cakes were merely evidence that there was a life before this, something to evoke feelings, and something to keep him going. that isn't his life anymore."

anyway. oe happens and now were here. present day kass is SILLY okay? but in the way that like. he dunks bread in pepsi and stares at mari (roommate) with the most blank face imaginable when they look at him weird. i dont know where im going with this hes just weird. he also has a strange fixation on death as a coping mechanism for the fact that his first memories are pretty much of zombies but hes respectful about it dw

new 3: clementine "kit"/patch. 16, it/its

basically it was forced to take on an unhealthy amount of schoolwork (+ a few extra years of school) because its parents live all the way in calamari county and didnt want it doing stupid shit. its primary guardian is its older sister, whos a lot nicer about this stuff yay! but yeah uhh splatoon 3 basically happens because it wanted to escape that. why it actually went in the manhole is up to interpretation .

through the nss bonanza business it made a friend, my friends oc ball :] together they are agent 6 and agent 9 (dubbed by lake because they knew itd get confusing) and theyre Siblings Yaaay. its smallfry friend (agent 3) is dubbed sen, short for baby sensory video, at least while kits learning their language. it doesnt know a lot about sen but is in the process of learning!!

its generally very quiet and soft-spoken to most people because of how it grew up, but in more of the ^_^ way ig??? despite that its also known to not have a sense of self preservation, again because of how it grew up. it goes out in the scorching hot desert for random junk. it ended up with severe facial scarring because it dove into danger so much in alterna. im describing this very badly im so sorry.

#k_c nss #splatoon

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goatpaste · 2 years

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I'd like to hear more about your ideas of Erina coming from a poor background. Would she be an only child or have siblings? Would she be like how your Suzie Q was or different?

this is hilarious that im just now realizing that i sure do look at the woman of jojos and go, poor be upon you! erina, suzi and yukako when i dont think about her being siblings with josuke

love when the girlies are poor and i can relate <3

but honestly i didnt think too much about it! i just had assumed she was poor and never thought too much of it because i genuinely thought that would be all the info i got of her, but it was info i had accidently assumed lol

but mmm,,, i think either erina would be an only child or a youngest with siblings with a big age gap between herself and them...

mostly what i think about is like, erina who is not a wealthy woman falling in love with jonathan who ofc doesnt care about that. then after the events with Dio he kinda looses a lot of their family fortune from their home to their family heirlooms and everything. but they have enough to be well off and have their little wedding.

tHEN ok, again this is based on what i had assumed of erina was that after the events on the boat with dio and jonathan she was kinda left a drift with this baby she saved and her and jonathans kid on the way.

i pictured that after everything went down, she made it to america and just could not find it in her heart to step back on a boat and go back to england, the last place she and jonathan were together. Unable to go there knowing he is no longer there waiting for her.

she makes sure speedwagon and co learn of what happen and that she plans to stay in America. it takes a bit but speedwagon is loyal to jonathan and the joestar family and does come to be with her and help support her, along with Straizo who takes in the young Elizabeth. Elizabeth and Gorge are raised in New York to the three adults who while having a bit of money thanks to the joestar family and straizo own connects they do fine but arent super well off.

they live out a decently well of and happy life, nothing fancy but they make it. And it i like to believe it wasn't until josephs early teen years, thinkin at most 8 or 9-13 that Speedwagon ran into his own luck of money and started up the foundation. Helping support Erina and Joseph, giving them a bit of a cushier life. But Joseph ultimately being raised without much money, and even with money Erina raising him the way she was. I genuinely would believe this to be in favor to josephs character both canon and would really improve upon him. i think it would fix him to grow up a lil poor

#goat chatter

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statuesarecooliguess · 1 year

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im about to piss off a bunch of people but

im so fucking tired of people completely misinterpreting rottmnt splinter

rise splinter wasnt a great dad and he definitely wasnt always there, especially as they get older. he WASNT and i KNOW that. thats canon. the more independent they seemed, the more he pulled away, seemingly more and more as the years went on. and thats not good!!

but he wasnt so fucking neglectful that as a kid RAPH was the one going out and getting them food, and he did spend time with his kids when they were little

we know this because of several memories that are shown of them as little kids where hes cherishing them and nurturing their passions

and we know that raph wasnt the one getting them the shit they needed because RAPH WASNT ALLOWED TO GO PLACES ON HIS OWN UNTIL HE WAS 13!!! THERE WAS A WHOLE EPISODE ABOUT MIKEY'S FIRST "SOLO MISSION" THAT WAS BASICALLY JUST HIM RUNNING AN ERRAND (PICKING UP A GAME THEYD PURCHASED) AND THERE WERE MULTIPLE LINES DEDICATED TO HOW RAPH WENT ON H I S FIRST SOLO MISSION WHEN H E WAS MIKEYS AGE AT THE TIME (THIRTEEN!!!!!) so CLEARLY!!!! THAT MEANS THAT AT ABSOLUTE EARLIEST, RAPH WOULDNT BE THE PERSON GETTING FOOD FOR EVERYONE UNTIL HE WAS THIRTEEN, WHICH YES!!! IF THAT HAPPENED, THATS BAD!!!! BUT ITS NOT AS BAD AS IF BABY RAPH WERE MADE TO DO THAT AND PEOPLE ACT LIKE BABY RAPH WAS MADE TO DO THAT!!!!! AND ITS NOT EVEN CANON EITHER WAY SO WHY IS IT SO FUCKING WIDELY ACCEPTED????

and im sorry for shouting but it pisses me the FUCK off that every other time i read a fic with a great concept i get part of the way in and then it turns into "and splinter never does anything for the boys" because no. thats not true. he didnt do ENOUGH for the boys and there are CLEAR indications that he did less and less as time went on. but he DID DO THINGS FOR THEM, ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY WERE LITTLE

and then its shown that, once his secrets have been revealed and they know who he is/was and whatnot. he slowly but surely starts to try to connect with them more again!! and sure. he fucks it up sometimes. but its an arc in which he gets better as time goes on!!!

and the thing is. it wouldnt bother me if some interpretations of him had him never being there for his kids. like. yeah. sure. fan interpretation. but when its SO FUCKING MANY when thats not whats shown in canon??? like. yes. he wasnt a good dad. he was, even, a bad dad a lot of the time. but he wasnt even HALF as bad as WAY TOO MANY people seem to want to portray him, to the point where i have to fucking SLOG through various fanworks to find one that even REMOTELY resembles an accurate level of how he acted!!! and im just fucking tired of it. i want to see versions of splinter where he and his kids deal with the shit he actually did, which would be SO MUCH MORE FUCKING SATISFYING!!! LET ME SEE HIM LEARN AND FROM FROM HIS ACTUAL FUCK UPS. not some made up BS that you decided to tack on for fucking. extra angst and extra daddy issues!!! trust me, what he did as is was bad enough to cause them issues WITHOUT needing more shit piled on!!!!!

#im not tagging this with the main tags because i dont want to toss negativity in the tags but im fucking pissed off #its so fucking stupid that practically EVERY fanfic delving into their past is like “and he never did ANYTHING for them!”#when he DID #he didnt do ENOUGH but you cant act like he did NOTHING #HE IS NOT A BLACK AND WHITE CHARACTER WHO CAN BE VIEWED AS “PERFECTLY GOOD DAD” OR “UNFORGIVABLY BAD DAD”#AND BY TRYING TO PORTRAY HIM EITHER WAY!!! INSTEAD OF AS THE FUCKED UP MESS OF TRAUMA HE IS!!!#YOU ARE DOING THE ENTIRE SHOW A DISSERVICE!!!!!!

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jackpotgirl · 1 year

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I just wanted to say the biggest thank you for your wonderful Haladriel fic which is one of the most beautiful fanfictions that I've ever read. And I've read a lot, with a lot of pairings. It feels like home, like old times when I was 13 and I found out there is a whole new world behind the books or series: the fans incredible talents and imagination. It was mesmerizing. It feels like when I first read a wonderfully wellwritten dramione or spuffy or bethyl or dumbeldore/grindelwald fic throughout my years. I didnt know how i missed this feeling and this kind of fanfiction until I read yours. Because yes, there is a lot of lovely fanfic in this fandom too, cute oneshots, more cuter humanHalbrand and Sauron angst, smut and AUs which are good but we know they could never be true - and I like them too. But your work... Your work grab some really true part of them, that make the whole thing REAL. That IT COULD BE. I think the writers of the rings of power truly find something incredible what hidden under Tolkien's wise, old, and sometimes too white OR black books. They found GREY, there were little hints in a huge world where the story goes to different ways and had no time or intrest show other ways. But the hint was there and I belive that the writers did good. And its so rare when something feels real true PLUS the actors chemistry and LOVE for their roles hit the whole thing a different level and an OTP is born. Ahhhh. (When I read your story I wished couple of times that Charlie Vickers read this!!! I think he would love this redemption arc, he truly understands Mairon and Sauron goals)

So what you wrote in this fic could be real, could be canon, its hanging in the air, like a cloud (♥️♥️♥️) above the series and the books. I really feel that and in my nearly 20 years of reading fics I felt the same max 3 times. And the last time was so long ago!

So yeah, reading this was truly magical, i read at night and couldnt stop, I read under breastfeeding my baby, i read every 5 minute when I could, I was so tired but I had to read more! And I felt the adrenalin rush, the giggling like a 13 years old, my cheeks were burning because I was so excited whats happening, I teared a lot, mostly when Sauron tried to explain his very being to Galadriel and sometimes I had to reread parts because how true they were. I feel they will rent free in my head forever and Tolkien's Galadriel and Sauron never will be the same for me and its wonderful because yeah, I feel this could be true for them. Of course not in the show, not in the books, but after that when no one knows what Tolkien wants, yes... Their relationship is truly cosmic, not just a simple love story.

You are a very talented writer and I hope your passion for writing cause you many many happy hour. You did such a great job at maping up feelings and love. I thought a lot of my marriage and how the years flying and we are getting older and see things in different levels, understand each other deeper, studied like Galadriel did with Mairon. There was always love but it could be even more.

And in the end because I wrote too much sorry: im glad that in my early 30s I found a total different Sauron because I think its wonderful and shows how is the life is going truly: when I was a child and innocent etc it was easy the see the world like Tolkien did. Good and bad, simple choices etc. But when you getting older and you made mistakes and others too and you are not too good and not too bad... And sometimes you've got the control and sometimes not... You just understand that you cant hardly judge anyone... Even the Dark Lord himself... :) Everyone wants to be Aragorn in the begining and a few will be Sauron, but mostly we just some random guys in the middle(Earth, haha), trying navigate and understand both sides and live a happy life.

Oh my God how I wrote such a sentimental mess, sorry! My english is worn too, agh but im tired and couldnt practice long ago! But I wanted to THANK YOU that feeling. Of course I will wait chapters till the end! ♥️

Oh my god, thank you so so much for this beautiful message! never apologise for long messages, I relished every word!! It means so much to me that I could help spark that joy in you and you are such a rockstar, breastfeeding (I am sure that takes a lot out of you) and being a mom to a baby, so I am incredibly happy that I can offer some distraction from that too!

Thank you thank you thank you, I am so happy to have received this and I hope you will enjoy the rest of the story, too <3<3<3

#fic: trials of mairon #penelopeisshipping

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haven-gum-rockrose · 7 months

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Completely oversharing vent over here

Wow it's so wild to me when kids know things. Not cuz I think kids are stupid, those bitches are fucking genius and learning incarnate. But I grew up so so sheltered and didn't know anything until i was like 13-15 and started asking people in PE about puberty and sex ed and shit because i was a teenager who didnt even know proper terms for anything and had to ask a friend if vagina was a fucking curse word. never had any of these talks with my parents and like- adulting shit? i never heard about any of that until econ classes in senior year. or government classes also senior year(aside from like a bunch of trump jokes we made in middle school) both of which i had to play catchup in. theyre all like "act your age" and meanwhile im over here convinced that they may have actually permanently stunted me from ever fully maturing into a functioning adult. i still feel like- fucking fourteen or thirteen or twelve or something and act even younger and its bullshit. i knew that the middle finger was so so bad but didnt learn what a fucking slur was til Highschool when the teacher was like "nobody try to be funny, its pronounced Niger River." and i had to go do my own research as to why that was so bad. never had any talk about safety in any situation ever except when i told them i had online friends and they were like "you know theyre all old perverts right?" and that was the end of it. as if i hadnt already looked up internet safety myself, because how else does a person learn anything? The only safety lessons I got were "don't answer phone calls or open the door or have your face anywhere ever because if you do your crazy borderline personality disorder and paranoid schizophrenic older sister that we left in the psych ward on the other side of the country is going to find us and she's going to hurt you and your sister and your brothers" like she was a fucking boogeyman. That's you fucking daughter. Or your husband's daughter at least. AND IT'S LITERALLY THEM WHO REFUSED TO GIVE HER THE RIGHT MEDS AND MADE HER WORSE. And I don't even know her but now she has a daughter?? And suddenly they're like you should call her! As if she wasn't the scary story you told me all growing up? You mean the girl you said locked me in the bathroom and hit me with Dad's jeans or some shit when I was a baby? Like yeah it's not her fault, it's yours, but I don't want to fucking talk to her, I don't know her. Agh anyways. That got off topic. The point is. How the fuck do eleven year olds know about healthcare I learned about that shit at 16-17 I'm so dumb so very dumb.

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hymenpolice · 7 months

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i forever get 2nd hand embarrassment for my fellow adults who say shit like "oh kids y'all should go outside and play with other kids instead of being online! looking at inappropriate stuff online as a teen messed me up so baad!" like... way to be patronising and also that sounds like a you problem, full offense. well, probably partially "adults in your life" problem for not teaching you to manage your media consumption to your maturity level but ultimately a you problem.

i mean i am concerned for the kids as well specifically bc apparently adults are leaving them high key to their own devices online because "the kids know about the internets better than we adults do now, loool" but growing up around social media really doesn't prime you to know healthy boundaries online etc. but being whiny and patronising isnt gonna help ffs.

(i'm also concerned in the sense that it kinda seems like kids are trying to be so much more mature at a younger age now, and it's kinda sad. but to be honest those of us who got to be kids well into their teens might have been outliers on a global scale and on the wider time scale of humanity. the lucky ones.)

one thing that does rly get on my nerves abt the kids tho is them not keeping to themselves about consuming content not aimed at them. i for sure read 17+ fanfic at age 13 but did i feel the need to tell the author this? NO! If i read smth not meant for me and it confused me, that was my own problem. i didn't go around making myself the online adults' problem... nor did i shove myself into 18+ spaces. but kids nowadays sure do. as if it's the whole internet's job to be their parents instead of just their actual parents' job. adults online by default haven't consented to parenting other people's kids. and if you can't manage your consumption of stuff to your own maturity level, you should ask your actual parents for help. maybe ask them to install some apps that limit what kinda stuff you can look at, if you can't trust your own judgement.

although tbh that isn't really just a kids issue. i know that a lot of people can't manage their consumption of content online to match their own ability to cope, even as adults. some even seek things out on purpose, either as a method of emotional self-harm, or for the addictive feeling of justified outrage. or both. maybe they should ask their parents to monitor their internet usage, too............

(on the other hand, there's a lot to say about 'is this for my comfort, or yours?' a lot of stuff adults want to protect kids from is more for the adults' comfort. protecting kids from gayness. transness. cussing?? how babies are made? the correct words for genitals? some giants of intellect are going around calling genitals "front-butt"…........ i was in a way lucky that i grew up in a family that bred animals, so even tho i didnt get basic sex ed until whenever they give it at school, i had an idea of how babies were made because of how they were made with dogs and horses. the most traumatic single thing from my childhood was my hyperreligious grandma freaking out about me going to sauna with my dad at 12, saying i was too old to do so, which in turn freaked out me. idk all i'm saying is. the odds are that it's the excessive "protecting" from everything, and the adults freaking out about you being exposed to stuff, that has hurt you. it probably isn't that you read some explicit gay fanfic at age 13 that fucked you up. or your same-age cousins lending you porn comics in your early teens. or your cousin showing you 2 girls 1 cup a couple of years later. my gma freaking out about the bathing was infinitely more traumatic.)

(this is obviously not about actual traumatic stuff like someone experiencing csa. this is about of your own volition looking at stuff not geared for your age group.)

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leftcoaast95 · 1 year

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To my undeserving gift.

On September 8, 2022 I drove to Seattle to hangout with my friends because I couldnt do anything the day before which was my birthday. I felt sick all day not knowing what was wrong. My boobs were swollen and my period had stopped after only being on it for a day. The whole situation felt suspicious so I went to Walgreens with my friend to get a pregnancy test.. I just had the feeling that it was gonna say positive. I felt my body was changing prior to that day but ignored it because I was in denial. I couldnt possibly get pregnant right? Im not sure why I thought that. Maybe because I have been with your Dad for over 4 years and thought I was maybe infertile even though I was on birth control the entire time.

After taking the test, I immediately left the bathroom because I was scared of what it was gonna say. My friends came up to me with so much love and told me that It was positive. I cried. I cried because I didnt know that all this time I didnt feel good...it was because I was growing you. I cried because your Dad and I had just broken up for 3 weeks. No communication other than when I took him to the airport on my birthday but we still kept in touch via text while he was away. I cried because theres no way I was ready to be a mom with our financial situation.

After confirming that I am pregnant. I didnt speak to your Dad that whole day because I was scared. The night after that, we got in a fight and he said some really horrible things that I dont think I will ever forget. Those words cut deep and they keep playing in my head whenever I close my eyes. I knew what my decision would be after that fight. I knew that I couldnt keep you because you would grow up without a Dad.

A couple days passed and he comes home. I didnt pick him up from the airport and i didnt speak to him for about a day until one night, I told him that I was pregnant.... He was so happy.. I was still scared but relieved to see him happy. He finally included me in his future.. He never say "We" when he talks about his future..its always "I" . It felt good hearing that he wanted me to move with him..that he was gonna take care of us.

In that 4 years that we were together, I've had about atleast 4 pregnancy scare... and each time I get a Plan B.. He tells me how I shouldnt. How he wants another baby but thats not the case with you. I guess reality hit him that this is real. He only wanted you for a couple days. I could see him change. He even brought up if we are ready for you but I could tell that he was scared to bring up the A word. I was hurt. Because I learned to love you even though I havent met you. Little does he know, I made an appointment to stop you from growing.. twice and both times I canceled because I thought maybe i could keep rescheduling so I could spend some more time with you.

Oct 19 2022. I get to have my first ultrasound. Its not with an actual OBGYN but with Planned Parenthood to tell me how far along I was. I thought you were conceived the end of August.. before our fight that led us to not speak for 3 weeks. But it was earlier than that.. it was in July..after I had Covid. The ultrasound tech told me that you were between 13-14 weeks.. which is about 3 months going into my 2nd trimester. I saw your head, arms and heard your heartbeat. I cried. I cried because I knew how much I was gonna love you if your Dad and I decided to really keep you. I got a picture of you to keep so I showed it to your Dad. I could tell he wasnt really happy or excited. I got sad but i immediately brushed it off.

On Oct 20, I was supposed to have the appointment to terminate you but I was too far along. PPH wasnt gonna let me because the cut off was 13 weeks and I'd have to go to Seattle Hospital for later termination.I was scared but also relieved that I get to spend more time with you.

At night time, I called my bestfriend to let her know. She was happy for me so I decided to make a baby registry for when you come on April 2023..So I did. I cried because I just knew in my heart that you might not be here for much longer.

Fast forward to Halloween weekend. Your Dad and I got in a huge fight. He told me everything I was scared to ask. He told me how he didnt want you and as much as it hurts, I didnt blame him. Yes I was angry, broken and upset but how could I feel that way when I knew he no longer loved me and he also confirmed it that night? Hearing it again broke me so much. I cried on the way to his family's house and felt so much guilt that you're feeling the same way. He told me how he doesnt see me in his future. Although I've felt that way in a while, I felt skeptical about being with him..I thought that maybe things will change because you're here..but it didnt and I was ready for that. Even though I was..it still hurt to hear him say you were not made with love but lust because I thought otherwise.

Im sorry that I couldnt fight for you. I'm scared to raise you by myself. I dont think I'm emotionally, mentally and absolutely not financially capable of doing so. I wish things were different because I've learned to love you even though I've never met you. Now that you're growing more.. it harder to let go.

Your Dad have decided that he was gonna leave no matter what and I couldn't imagine you growing up asking where he is. Why he isnt living with us and why he only sees you a few times a year. I knew what it was like to grow up without a Dad and until today it hurts. I cry almost everyday that I didnt have one. Thats probably why i tend to stay in toxic relationships longer than I should've because I can finally feel the "love" from a man that I shouldve gotten from my Dad. I dont want you to end up like me. You deserve so much better and I hope that one day when I'm ready..we'll meet again. Hopefully next time..I'll be married with the love of my life, we'll have a home for you to grow up in.

I love you, until we meet again.

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verm1c1de · 2 years

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nobody asked but its TOO LATE i have headcanons and i will SHARE THEM ((before i forget them all))

ahem

this will be covering both vort/vortian and lard nar hcs

- vortians are smaller than humans but larger than irkens. most of their body length is sweet sweet leg. maintaining leg health is important because the blood vessels in them help continue circulation. theyre carnivorous by nature, but modern vort is privy to new, foreign foods, such as irken junk. all vortians regardless of gender grow horns, and age determines their length. modern vortians can live to be 1000 years old! elderly vortians will also often grow little tufty beards! their ear fur begins to fray too

- vortians fucking love their sleeveless bodysuits and shoulder accessories. long sleeves arent a very common fashion choice

- vort is led by a matriarch ((or a patriarch, depends on their gender)) who is usually the oldest vortian with the most respect and most children. ((however not having children is slowly becoming normalized with progressive efforts))

- baby vortians are called pups, despite their similarities to goats. they usually are born in pairs of three, but litters of up to eight have occurred!

- vortians live communally and have close bonds with their families and neighbors. children are mostly raised by their bio parents but are just as often taken care of by their community

- lard nars mother, however, was feeling a little different and quirky after her husband died. she refused help from her family and neighbors in raising her singular pup. she was a very overprotective parent, which made already skittish baby nar even more anxious. however, she was a genuinely loving mom, who did her best to raise her precious baby boy

- vortians will be educated by their family and community for most of their early childhood before entering school when they are about 13 years old ((equivalently))

- lard nar was excited to go to school, even if he was pretty scared too. he was fascinated by science and wanted so badly to learn more than his mom could teach him. she fretted about it of course but nonetheless signed him up for it. sure she was tempted to constantly keep watch over her sweet baby, but maybe it was time for him to learn just a little bit of independence

- the first few weeks of school fucking SUCKED. lard nar was constantly anxious, breaking down over any pressure or challenge. he was also out of touch with his fellow students, not properly socialized during his early childhood. not that he was purposefully ostracized, no no, but vortian children arent very used to other pups who dont constantly want to talk and play! eventually though, they learned how to be more gentle with lard nar, and help him come out of his trembling shell. well, as best as they could anyways. he still screamed and fainted over the barest stressors

- irk and vort had been in an alliance almost since tallest miyuki first came into power. lard nar didnt encounter any irken influence at all really until the later years of his pupschool. sure he never saw an irken, but all the adults and nosy kids were talking about the politics between them, and he didnt know what to think of it. suddenly there was all of these advertisements about joining the irken military and science factions, working for them, buying from them, lard nar was pretty baffled by it

- but being a clever kid, of course he got into the science school he always wanted. the irken empire sponsored this school to let any vortian qualified enough join! yeah maybe military science wasnt his first choice, working with all of that dangerous equipment was a little frightening, but thats what science was all about! danger, and pushing through that fear to discover new things!

- and it didnt stop there. lard nar successfully graduated without blowing anything up, and everything was going uphill! he was quickly chosen for an off-plant research station ((also sponsored by irk)), good paying with good company, and he could not have been more excited. until the working conditions proved to be. less than stellar. he was paid wonderfully, but the working hours, the deadlines, the small team, the lack of vacation days, and management that never even set foot in the building was HELL. and still, he worked. surely they would be rewarded for this! they were making important weapons and ships for their trusted allies! tallest miyuki HERSELF commissioned them! he just had to keep going

- then came zim. zim was the highlight, and the bane of the station. he was destructive, but bright and clever. he was annoying and okay maybe a little untrustworthy as an outsider, but he was just a pup, and just as endearing. but they werent stupid. irkens didnt raise their pups, irkens did not treat them as such, and they certainly didnt love their pups, from the way he was dragged and thrown in by guards stating that he would remain there as some kind of exile or punishment. lard nar could see why, he was an absolute menace. but oh, he couldnt say no to those big ol eyes. of course, that tiny pup also created a monster that ate tallest miyuki and made irk start a war against vort for supposedly assassinating their leader, but he could never hate him. not like the others he would soon come to

- suddenly vort is on fire. ships, weapons, and buildings are destroyed. vortians are asked either to become workers, be arrested, or die. lard nars mother refused to go with the irkens until her son was back home. by the time he got there, it was long too late

- evading capture was difficult, and it was so so tempting to crumble, give in, and accept death or imprisonment. he was absolutely terrified. but he was the only one with a warship, he was the only one left standing, and he was the only one who could do something

- recruiting for the resisty mostly came from hushed whispers and careful careful planning. most werent fit for battle, let alone a whole resistance, but neither was lard nar, so he had to take what he could get

#iz #invader zim #vort #vortian #vortians #lard nar #headcanons #iz headcanons #longpost #long post #vermi.txt #ough #im so fucking good at this game #but ow my hands

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calehenituseappreciation · 3 years

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Ive seen a lot of Dream (and usually Techno and Phil too) as gods au (i have one too dw) but all of you are sleeping on the funniest option.

Tommy is the god.

Tommy.

hes the only one in that galaxy (other than drista ofc)

Just imagine how fucking funny it is like

it would be so fucking hilarious

and tommy just doesnt tell them

so techno is just there making all these blood god jokes and jokingly telling tommy to serve him and tommys just laughing

imagine a god in the form of a chaotic 16 year old racoon gremlin just walts into your land commits arson and gets banned, only to come back with another person who he helps start a nation for drugs?

imagine how fucking funny it is

just

imagine tubbo banning a literal god from his lands and he just doesnt come back? he just plays by the rules? then goes and like sits in the corner all sad because some humans/dreamons told him to leave

ranboo, just joining the server: hi- a chaotic gremlin god: wanna commit arson with me? ranboo, just trying to vibe and maybe not disturb this god: sure

Phil and Ranboo recongnize Tommy as a god on sight.

Everyone else just refuses to believe it. hes Tommy. Tommyinnit. hes just weird lol

And Drista being a fucking chaotic blood god?

drista is open about her godhood and does not hesitate to spawn blocks

Drista finds Dream and decides she likes this small human, and dream just has to deal with it lmao.

drista and tommy are both born at the same time.

Tommy is a god of music, chaos, war and theivery (the last one bc he is a BITCH)

Drista is the blood god, chaos, deception, and theatre

okay but imagine the sbi interactions... like ig in this au tommy joins at like 12/13 years of age (in their minds) so he doesnt really grow much

and like tommy, a literal god, just claiming phil as his father???

phil, in his house making eggs, assuming one of his sons woke up and came to the kitchen, not looking: hey son tommy, from their couch, already deciding hes phils son now: whats up dad? phil: looks up at tommy who are you tommy: idk dad, who am i phil: *stares at tommy for a second* eh i made extra eggs you can stay

ASJIDGASUIOG IMAGINE TOMMY TELLING THEM HES A GOD BUT THEY THINK HES JOKING AND IGNORE HIM

everyone on the server: tommy is the youngest! tommy, as old as the universe: no im not!!!! im not a child!!!! he doesnt pout because pouting is for children and hes not a child but hes pouting tubbo: lol im older than you by a month tommy dont try to hide it tommy: im not a child!!!! techno: laughs

tommy doesn't try to hide that hes a god just its tommy

thats all the evedince anyone needs to think tommy isnt a god or powerful its like mcc hes good but only when he doesnt throw for content

quackity: sees drista written in bedrock lmao drista visited? tommy: yeah! i wrote that for her! quackity: snorts yeahhhh sureee tommy

imagine like how fucking funny it is jsut like

a fucking chaotic god breaks into your house androbs you makes a room under your house and decides to live in your floorboards

imagine dream like trying to manipulate tommy, and tommy a fucking anchient diety immeditly recongnizes what hes doing

but decides to play along for the angst and giggles and then actually gets mad when no one fucking cares for his theatrics

tommy, storming off to technos base to rob and build under: >:///// cant believe none of them acknoledged my deppression

i love that tommy stills robs everyone, he doesnt need to he can spawn in anything he wants

he just does it for the sport of robbery

JAKOGFSDOH

THE HOLY LAND

dream: im god actually tommy: thats so fucking funny lets make a cult about that :) dream: see! look! im god! and jesus! tommy: wheezing

imagine tommy getting stressed and letting go of his mortal form

Tommy, his human form peeling away, showing his actual form a bit: WH̸͘A͠T̷ ̶̢T͞H͢E ̡͘F̴̵͘Ù̧C͜K҉ ̶T͘͜͞E͟CHǸ͏Ǫ Techno: HAH?

tommy just saw tubbo and got emotionally attached

Tommy, a literal god: hello Tubbo: oh hi do you like my pet bee? Tommy: you’re mine now Tubbo: im okay with this

tommy, a bored god: gives techno shapeshifting powers techno, not even caring: changes into more human to pig-ishg forms as he wishes this is my life now ig

phil lets tommy do fuck all in exile bc he knows hes a god hes fine

phil: IDC IF YOURE A GOD! YOU WILL DO THE DISHES NOW YOUNG MAN! tommy: grumbles but does them

phil is the only one who can control tommy

god... tommy... with star freckles... on his human form... (as well as his god one)

tommy: f̷͛͠a̵̋t̵̒̑h̸̚e̶̓͝r̸͊ ̸̐̒i̴ ̸̅̿d̷̉͆o̵͂͋ ̵̛̆ñ̸̾ő̶́t̸̎́ w̶͆͘i̴͠s̵̓̈́h̸͗́ ̵̯͗f̶͋́ő̴͑r̷̐̌ ̶͝é̵̽g̸͊͂g̵̒s̷͂̃ phil: idc, eat your goddamn eggs tommy: pouts

tommy, despite being able to get supplies himself by fucking spawning them in: hey tubbo? we need supplies

In this au ig like if a god claims you you get a mark on your skin showing that. Drista’s would be like a green crown, Tommys would be a red and white disk (white as the outer ring and red as the center) (its different enough that if you don’t realise tommy is a god you wouldnt realise whos it is) (schlatt is the only one who never had one which shoulda been a sign dude :/)

Dream has two from the beginning, everyone else has only one, well until they meet drista. (sbi have had one since they met tommy, though they dont remember the first time they met tommy)

wait what if tommy like found them all as children one by one and later kinda pulled some strings to get them all in one kingdom. (he still joined sbi through forcing phil to adopt him)

OKAY BUT IMAGINE IF TOMMY MET TECHNO WHEN TECHNO WAS YOUNG ENOUGH TO NOT REMEMBER

tommy would hang out with baby techno and tell him stories

once he told him the story of a man named thesus

another time he told him the story of a blood god

like for example tommys first time meeting techno would be like

(for context techno lived in a shitty village and was an orphan and it was kinda a dog eat dog place, he learned how to be strong because of it)(he was young enough that he doesn’t remember this well, just like learning about the blood god and someone giving him gold)

baby techno: sighs tommy, appearing out of nowhere: oh heyyy whyre you sad? techno: jumps turning around with a knife up ready for a fight who are you tommy: im tommy! :) techno: what do you want from me! you dont scare me! tommy: whats your name! techno: i have a knife! i'll use it! tommy: of course, thats a given, but its rude not to tell people your name techno, confused: t-technoblade? tommy: smiles thats a nice name techno: so. tommy: hm? techno: why're you here tommy: i don't have a reason. im just a traveller! techno: then why hole to this terrible village! theres nothing nice here! everyone is terrible and so are you! tommy: hmmmm i dont agree techno: what are you? a child? i thought adults were supposed to know that everyone is mean tommy: mmhmm looks at the bruise on technos face where'd you get that? techno: fight. i won. i'll win against you too! so don't try anything. tommy: of course. i would never win in a fight against a blood god techno, putting down his knife a bit, stars in his eyes: blood god? tommy: grins blood. god. i think she'd like you. techno, muttering: maybe i can give the blood god some of your blood tommy: laughs yeah, she'd defenitly find you intresting tommy: here tosses techno a golden crown at techno, he spawned it in in the moment techno: whats this? tommy: a crown, thought it suit you screams in the distance tommy: huh. i need to go. have fun lil piglin. ruffles technos hair before running off towards the screaming unbeknownst to the pig the blood god was actually the one waiting for the god he met. techno: stares at the crown

Techno found a pouch of gold in his ‘house’ later that day. he didnt know who left it but it helped him get food for that night. (he kept the crown)

okay but imagine tommy not taking the war seriously at all, and only seeing it as a squabble between mortals, Like toddlers fighting

dream: SURENDER BY TOMMOROW OR WE'LL DECLARE WAR! wilbur: FUCK YOU WE'LL NEVER SURENDER AND JOIN YOUR SMP! Tommy: how cute

tommy doesnt realise that theyre serious until wilbur dies

tommy would usually go apeshit against anyone who dares messes with his humans, but what is he supposed to do when his humans are fighting Eachother?

wilbur: fucking goes insane and dies tommy: hey- hey can you guys let me talk to wil for a sec? everyone else leaves tommy, unsually somber: sorry i didnt help you i forgot how easily breakable mortals are tommy: this time you wont die, and i'll make it so that you dont break again, okay? tommy: brings wilburs soul out of its body and enters his mindscape ghostbur: wakes up what- where am i? tommy: hi there ghostbur: who are you tommy: i go by a lot of names all, one, you, the world, the universe, god, but you can just call me tommy ghostbur: oh okay. who am i? tommy: you're name was wilbur soot. you were the son of philza minecraft and brother to Technoblade, Tubbo and myself. ghostbur: was? tommy: well you see, you died. ghostbur: oh... well what am i then? tommy: a ghost! well actually its your choice. would you like to continue your existance or fade away with your body? ghostbur: i dont want to fade away! tommy: smiles thats what i thought you'd say stretches his hand to wilbur ghostbur: grabs tommy hand tommy: lets go home

ghostbur doesnt remember that though

he only remembers the good

tommy wont let him remember the bad, what if he breaks again? mortals are so fragile

phil realises what tommy did as soon as he sees ghostbur

drista, painting tommys nails (there both in god form btw) (after wilburs death btw): tommy shouldn't you of all gods realise how fragile they are? tommy: i know just... forgot drista: sighs and nods i get what you mean, especially with the ones we found... they act a lot like gods sometimes i forgot they arent tommy: ikr? wait- drista here gets drista's hair out of her face you were gonna get it on my nails, anyways, don't judge me. we all know if dream died you would turn him into a ghost too drista: smirks not if you do it first, we all know you would tommy: you say that as if you wouldn't fight me to do it first drista: .... tommy: ... drista: both of us when he dies? tommy: nods tommy: anyways my turn to do your nails

or like tommy with ghostbur like

ghostbur: i don't like this :( tommy, a worried brother and god: whats wrong? ghostbur: everyone is mad at me and i d-dont know why- why are they mad at me tommy: theyre mad at something alivebur did ghostbur: b-but im not alivebur sniffs it hurts. i dont like it. tommy: spawns in some blue here ghostbur: whats that? tommy: its some blue! it'll help you not hurt anymore! ghostbur: how does it work? tommy: see how its blue? ghostbur: nods tommy: well its blue because it sucks up all the bad feelings! it'll help ghostbur: !!!!! ghostbur: presses the blue into his chest ghostbur: !!!!its working!!!! :D tommy: smiles good

wilbur fucking died and tommy went from annoying little brother to caring older brother

tommy just wants to help his brother :) though he doesnt realise that not letting ghostbur remember bad memories isnt good

*at logsted shire btw* ghostbur: who are you? tommy, chuckling: did you forget me already ghostbur? ghostbur: i didnt forget you! i think! you're tommy! i just... you're different tommy, looks over at ghostbur: different how? ghostbur: you're not normal are you? tommy: grins whaaaaat? you think im weirdddd? how heartbreaking... my own brother thinks im weird, this is terrible ghostbur: giggles tommy: but really, don't worry about it bur. ghostbur: you sure? tommy: yeah, dont worry about me ghostbur: smiles okay! do you want some blue anyways? tommy: giggles sure! ghostbur: grins

ghostbur isnt worried about tommy

he knows hes strong

phil having to tell tommy that he cant just not let wilbur remember the bad memories

and tommys like "what if he breaks again!" and phil hugs him and tells him to at least ask ghostbur if he wants to remember and tommys like ‘fine’

tommy: hey bur? ghostbur: yeah? tommy: do you like you're memories? ghostbur: i mean, yeah its hard not to when you only remember the good tommy, quietly: would you want to remember the bad? ghostbur: w-what brought this question on tommy: answer the question ghostbur: no- alivebur was badi shouldn't want to- tommy: but what do you want bur? wilbur, silent for a moment: yeah- yeah i do. not that i like the bad memories! they hurt... but i wish i could remember tommy: ... ghostbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? ghostbur, with tears in his eyes: do you think they'd be less mad at me if i could remember, maybe then i could repair my relationships, what the hell am i supposed to do when i dont even remember hurting them? tommy: what if they dont? what if you break again? ghostbur, saltily: we'll maybe i'll be able at least be able to say i know why everyone hates me tommy: i know how to get all of your memories back ghostbur, looks towards tommy in shock: you do??? tommy: nods ghostbur, voice wavering: for how long tommy: since the beginning ghostbur: and you didnt tell me tommy: i did what i thought was best. i just didnt want you to hurt anymore. ghostbur, angrily: WELL THAT CLEARLY WORKED DIDNT IT? tommy: sorry wilbur, sometimes i forget how to handle humans ghostbur: what- tommy: sighs and taps ghostbur on the forehead and ghostbur does the ghost equivilent of passing out tommy: wont hide any memories this time

ghostbur doesnt wake up, instead wilbur wakes up weither thats good or bad we'll see

wilbur, waking up with all his memories: HOLY SHIT TOMMY WASN'T KIDDING phil, who was reading beside the bed tommy placed wilbur into, which was in technos house. yes he broke into technos house with a passed out wilbur. move on.: hm? wilbur: holy shit phil: huh? yeah. wilbur: wait you knew? phil: yeah i recongnized him as soon as i saw him about 5 years ago now? wilbur: excuse me while i freak out because my little brother is an actual god

it really hits wilbur that tommy is a god later

wilbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? wilbur: how fucking old are you? tommy: snorts of course thats the first thing you ask wilbur: well? tommy: i dont really know the exact years since years are kind of a human thing that were invented recently wilbur: they were invented thousands of years ago- tommy: but it was around the beginning of this galaxy wilbur, softly: what the fuck

tommy telling wilbur stories about different heros and villains and different humans he met during his life.

Adsjbffsg what if Tommy made himself blonde and blue eyed and white bc thats hyow the first human he met looked like asjfhsd

and just didnt change that, despite meeting new humans, its just his defult settings.

he would totally do this tho im crying.

drista just based her human form off dream because she is his sister now. he must deal with this. trying disowning me when i look like you BITCH.

thats my take anyways later might continue this

#tommyinnit #dsmp #dream smp #drista #god au #technoblade #wilbur soot #ghostbur #dreamwastaken #tubbo #philza minecraft #long post #just needed to say this

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balls-haver · 3 years

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I like you have some dami hc (Dami-13 Jon-12)

(Also first crush jondami after the goon covno/purple)

Okay i can totally see Damian asking awkward questions to get out of talking with their family

You know like seggs related stuff and puberty shiz

They always loved that look of embarrassment and just awkwardness in the air

Well they were never awkward when someone told them “ask Bruce” or “um is someone calling me” they found it hilarious

Thats untill they tryed that with Dick

Dick perpeared a slide show a fucking slide show

And through everything they just covered their face and blushed from embarrassment you could mistake them for a tomato

Jason walked in and he said “taste of your own medicine brat” and Damian flipped him off

In my hc Damian stutters their fast thinking

I can so see new villain thinking a 13 year old thats stuttering means that their new but oh boy they’re wrong

Some goons have made a level of how much Damians stuttering and how afraid you should be

Goon(g): oh and we have the robin stuttering levels

New goon(n):the what?

G:oh yea robin has a stutter and we made a level of how fucked you are

N:alright?

G:since we’re one of the one dangerous villan goons we’re basing it off of that

G:if they barely stutter they’ve already planned 20 different ways to kill you

N:huh?!?!

G:yea and if they stutter like a normal amount for them you will most likely survive and just be left with a few broken bones or a coma

N:Say what now? How old is he?

G:they use they/them pronouns we might be a serial killers henchmen but we’re not transphobic here and they’re thirteen

N:THIRTEEN WTF?!??

G:culture shock?

N:THATS NORMAL

Damian and Jon were rivals for about a month (although they exaggerate that part a lot) and slowly became closer and closer

Thats until the older realized they might’ve liked the younger after six months of knowing him

They of course hid it very well

Or they thought they did

Everyone noticed how more bubbly the ex-assassin became and how just being on their phone typing could make them smile the slightest smile and a hint of red tinted on their face

(Damian was trying to keep a poker face they’ve gotten better at controlling their blush)

So the Protect Dami ClubTM held a meeting and declared it a code baby pink-first crush

They of course became nosy but failed and asked Cass for help but lucky she respects her siblings privacy

Of course Damian noticed and made sure they didnt reveal any secrets

It even helped them with acting in the drama club they were in

Thats until the Kents visitied the Waynes

Thats when it all went down hill for Damian keep up their poker face

They mentally cursed the butterflies in their stomach

Both the children were just oblivious to the blush of the other

The Protect Dami ClubTM hover (most of them) werent

Steph:wait have you guys seen how Damian and Jon acted around each other?

Tim:what?

Jason:yea the demon spawn has been hanging around Jon a lot

Dick:like we arent family

Duke:Steph do you think its what i think it is

Steph:yea i probably do

Cass *signing*: finally thought you guys will never notice

#long ass post #enby damian #damian wayne #damin al ghul #Protect Dami ClubTM #batfam #hc #damijon #jondami #jon kent #dc hc #they/them dami cus i said so

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samanthadalton · 3 years

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Star Crossed Lovers (part 14)

Do my eyes deceive me???? part 14???? we did it. im so sorry its taken forever, i will try my best to be more consistent with my writing. love yall for being patient with me it means the most. thank you, thank you.

warnings: throughout this fic there will be mentions of substance abuse, homophobia, sexual abuse, violence, NSFW, mentions of abandonment, depression and death including suicide

reader discretion is advised

warnings: angst, swearing (lots of it)

taglist: @drmmyrs @cloud9in @somewillwin @save-me-the-last-dance @baexpoppy @stanzoeywade @ognenniyvolk @thepotatobleh @crazzyplays @fall3ngods @helpconfusedpersonhere @clowneryme @dopeyouth @boys-girls-i-cant-help-it-baby @vonda-b-real @uselesslesbianfr @veenast @cloakanddaggerthings @somethindarker (sorry again if ive missed anyone, if you wanna be added on this taglist or my general one just let me know 😊)

word count: 4k (i feel like its short considering how long it took me to write but i still hope you guys enjoy) (also i didnt check for grammatical errors properly so sorry if you find any)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13

The first steps to moving on

“Bea please,” Poppy whispers, a repentant look creeping up to her face as she looks away from her girlfriend. “It can’t wait.”

Bea sighs, her shoulders slumping as the last remains of her anger disseminates from her body. “Okay fine, lead the way babe.”

Poppy stiffens that the pet name but she doesn’t let her awkwardness slip as she leads Bea to a secluded classroom, far away from prying eyes. Both her and Bea turn to look at each other, and both simultaneously open their mouths to talk.

“I know you wanted to tell-”

“We need to talk-”

Both clamp their lips shut, a mutual smile playing on their lips as they look at one another.

“You go first,” Poppy gestures towards Bea, as she moves to sit on the edge of a desk.

Bea inhales softly, her tongue darts out licking her lips as she looks down at the ground, her face calculating. “Why does Chloe hate me?” She looks up to Poppy, her eyes boring into the strawberry blonde’s, sadness swimming inside of them, “I just don’t get what I’ve done for her to hate me.”

Poppy sighs heavily, her eyes awkwardly darting away from Bea’s. “It’s complicated Bea.”

“Complicated?” Bea lets out a humourless laugh, “I almost just went off on Chloe after she gave her condolences for my mom dying because I just felt she wasn’t genuine and you wanna tell me it's complicated?”

Poppy sharply inhales, contemplating for a few moments before saying, “it’s because of your mom.”

Bea scrunches her brows up in confusion, “my mom? What the hell does she have to do with this?”

Poppy ineptly plays with her hands, not being able to look Bea in her eyes, “at first it was just a classist thing. When you first came to Belvoire, she just wanted to make herself feel superior over you, but in the last year you’ve noticed her getting more mean right?”

“Right.” Bea stares at Poppy, her expression emotionless.

“Chloe’s parents have been fighting non stop recently, and it’s been affecting her a lot.”

Bea’s brows furrow in confusion, “what does that have to do with me or my mom?”

“Just let me explain first before you react, please.” Bea’s eyes bore into Poppy’s for a few seconds before she nods understandingly. “Her dad cheated on her mom. A lot of times actually. But he was blackmailed by one of the women he slept with.” Poppy pauses for a few seconds, “your mom.”

Bea lets out a shaky breath, her eyes blinking in disbelief, “no, you’re lying.”

Poppy nervously bites her bottom lip, “look Bea-”

“How long have you known?”

Poppy’s face scrunches up in anger, “this isn’t my fault Bea. I only found out that day I went to talk to Chloe about us. Chloe made me promise not to say anything to you-”

“Poppy! My mom OD and I don’t even know why. And now you’re telling me she was blackmailing the St James family and it doesn’t occur to you that might have had something to do with her death?”

“They’re not the fucking mafia Bea, jesus. They were trying to settle it quietly by giving your mom some money and make her sign some stuff so she couldn't threaten them anymore.”

The devastating ramification of Poppy’s admission hangs in the air as the two girls let the words settle into them. “Chloe really is sorry about your mom Bea, we all are.”

Bea sighs, staring off into space, as a few tears begin to fill up in her eyes. “I just don’t know what to do.” Bea begins sniffling, but Poppy makes no movement to console her girlfriend. Bea notices and her expression sobers, “so, uh what did you wanna tell me?” Bea sniffs a few more times, before looking up at Poppy, giving her a small encouraging smile.

Poppy looks away, guilt creeping up on her face, as she tries her damndest not to catch Bea’s small smile on her face. “Bea…”. Bea carefully assesses her girlfriend’s demeanour, noticing the similar body language during when they first asked to take a break, she thinks back to the last couple of days, she had barely heard from her girlfriend, and now she’s not affectionate, even after she almost had a mental breakdown in the middle of the hallway and her smile drops. “We have to break up,” Poppy says, her tone so monotone and dry as if she didn’t mean the words she was saying at all.

“I don’t understand,” is all Bea can muster, evidently hurt by Poppy’s admission. Poppy winces slightly at Bea’s tone, finally breaking her robotic demeanour as she lets out a few sniffles. “So is that it? We have to break up,” Bea retorts mockingly, “is that all I get after all these years?”

“Bea..” Poppy reaches out but Bea immediately takes a step back, tears flooding in her eyes.

“No,” she holds her hands up, “I don’t get it, things are going good, or at least whatever twisted definition of good we’ve made up. Where the hell did this come from?”

“Bea my dad-”

“Of course! Hayden Min fucking Sinclair had something to do with this. Why do you still live under his shadow? You talk all this shit about breaking out of your father’s prison and wanting to achieve your own goals but he sucks you back in.”

“That’s not fair Bea,” Poppy interjects, balling her hands up into fists in an attempt to subdue her trembling, “my dad has given me so much and he’s threatening to take it all away.”

“Yeah, all you have to do is get rid of me. Me or the Min Sinclair name.”

“Bea this is the life I have, okay I’m not like you, I’m not built like you.”

“So what? I can grow up without a dad and now without a mom but it’s okay because I’m used to pain and disappointment?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, you have a plan, things you can achieve, I need the Min Sinclair name, I’m nothing without it.”

“Wow.” Bea shakes her head, “So I just meant nothing?” Bea wildy throws her arms in the air, anger bubbling under the surface of her demeanour. “We’ve practically been together since we were kids. And you’re just gonna fucking throw that away? And for what? Fuck you Poppy.”

Poppy takes half a step back, dumbfounded by Bea’s outburst. She scrunches her brows, evidently hurt, “you don’t get it Bea. Even though your mom wasn’t the best, she still supported you, even if you didn’t know about it. My dad he- my mom what would she think?”

“Your mom? Poppy what kind of shit is your dad brainwashing you with? Your mom is dead! You have no idea how she would react to having a gay daughter, but I know she’s probably disappointed in you.”

“Fuck you Bea.”Poppy runs out of the classroom, tears streaming down her face, leaving Bea on her own.

“Shit,” Bea whispers to herself before throwing a bunch of punches at the wall, each more cathartic than the last until she can’t physically hold herself up anymore. Bea defeatedly slides into a chair, cradling her head in between her hands, letting the tears free fall, as reality begins setting in that she lost the one thing in the world that was her everything. Poppy Min Sinclair was her rock, the girl who she gave her heart to, the love of her life and just in a matter of moments it was over. Maybe it was too good to be true. The beautiful, perky popular rich girl and the girl who had almost nothing, complete polar opposites, it never should’ve worked. But time and time again when faced against the world they persevered so why was this time different? Poppy had chosen her namesake over the love of her life. She chose the life of glitz and glamour over the girl who gave her her entire heart. Bea feels her entire world crashing down, how much more heartbreak could she take? Was her life always going to be so hard? So full of hurt? Full of pain? She winces at the thought, her head hammering as she comes to the realisation that she understood her mother’s pain more than she thought.

….

Bea hops off her bike, parking it in front of her house, as she pulls her phone out to look at the time. ‘It’s lunch time,’ she thinks to herself. After the day she had today, school wasn’t the best option for her right now. She makes her way to her front door but stops in her tracks when she realises her front door is slightly ajar. Her survival instincts kick in as she effortlessly pulls out her pocket knife, carefully pushing the door fully open. As she steps into the living room, her eyes dart to the closed door of her mother’s room, but when she hears a creaking sound coming towards her bedroom, she cautiously moves towards the source of the noise, the grip on her knife tightening. As she creeps up, she sees the door of her room half opened, a hooded figure standing by her bed with their back facing her.

Bea stealthily sneaks up to the figure placing the knife a few inches from their throat before lowering her voice to a threatening tone, “who are you and what the fuck are you doing?” The figure gasps, dropping a bag that’s in their hands with a deafening thud before raising their hands in a sign of surrender.

“It’s me, it’s me,” the voice whimpers out.

“AJ?” Bea raises her eyebrows, retracting the knife from his throat while pulling down his hood with her other hand. “What the fuck are you doing?” Bea takes a step back while AJ scrambles grabbing the bag he just dropped moments before. When he turns to face Bea, his eyes are wide, filled with fear as he clutches the bag closely to his chest.

“I have to go,” he says as he attempts to run out of the room, but Bea pulls him back, her face crumpled in suspicion.

“No we’re not doing this, give me the bag now,” Bea snatches the bag out of his hands before he can protest and opens the zipper to find it filled with cash. She grits her teeth, anger settling into her features as she whips her head up to AJ, “is this my fucking money?”

“Bea, I- I can explain-”

“What the fuck AJ!” Bea throws the bag onto the bed, the cash spilling out as she jabs an accusing finger at AJ’s chest. “You’re stealing from me now? I haven’t seen you in god knows how long, you don’t call, text nothing. Even after everything that’s been happening in the last few weeks but you have the audacity to fucking steal from me? Money that I’ve spent years saving? Money that I’ve bussed my fucking ass off for, are you serious right now?” Bea’s voice is filled with rage as she’s practically screaming, her voice now thundering. AJ winces, guiltily averting his gaze to the ground, unable to meet Bea’s eyes.

“I’m sorry about your mom Bea, I wanted to visit-” AJ croaks out.

“But you didn’t,” Bea interjects, her voice lowered but filled with hurt. “And now you’re taking money- I mean what is so important you had to steal from me.”

AJ paces towards the bed, hanging his head in shame, when he speaks his voice is quiet, full of fear, “I’m in some bad shit Bea. These guys aren’t playing around.”

“I told you not to fall into the wrong crowd, I warned you this shit would happen.”

“Bea please, I’ll pay you back I just need it.”

“No! What the fuck, when will you pay me back huh? This is my college money, I’m not letting you give that away to your crackhead friends.”

“Bea please,” AJ clasps his hands together, his tone pleading, “I don’t know what to do.”

“AJ I have too much shit on my plate right now, I can’t deal with this. You need to find something else, I can’t help you.”

AJ’s face pales but he stands up, and makes his way towards the door, before leaving he turns to look back at Bea, “I’m sorry about everything.”

Bea keeps her eyes trained on her bed where the money is sprawled all over the mattress, “yeah me too,” she replies quietly. Bea hears the front door close and she collapses to the ground, letting the tears flow.

……

A few days later, Bea sits in her dark living room, curtains shut and lights completely off as she wallows in her sadness, drinking from a bottle of cheap beer, as she stares absentmindedly at the ceiling, so drowned in her thoughts she doesn’t hear the resounding knocks on her door until she hears a voice call out, “Bea! Are you there?”

Bea crumples her brows, forcing herself to stand as she makes her way to the door, she wearily makes her way to her front door only slightly opening the door before poking her head out. “Veronica?” Veronica gives the girl a wide smile before pushing the door more open, ushering the figure behind her into the house too, “Carter? What are you guys doing here?’

Veronica looks around the dark room, noticing the pile of empty beer bottles on the floor, “yikes, drinking on your own on a friday night Hughes? That’s really sad.” Carter stands near the edge of the living room, as if he’s an explorer, his eyes darting all over the living room as he assesses this new environment.

Bea on the other hand scowls at Veronica, “what the hell do you want Veronica, I’m not in the mood.”

Veronica frowns slightly, pouting her lips together, “we heard about you and Poppy.”

Bea rolls her eyes, “yeah well I’m trying to forget about her.” Bea picks up her beer bottle from the ground and makes a show by exaggeratingly drinking from the bottle until it's empty. She discards the empty bottle along with the other ones before turning to look at Veronica and Carter, “so if you’ll excuse me.”

Veronica steps towards Bea, wrapping her hand around the brunette’s arm, “we’re not here for Poppy stupid, we’re here for you.”

Bea raises an eyebrow, “for me?”

Veronica turns to look at Carter, beckoning him forward, Carter breaks out of reverie and clears his throat, “yeah uh, we wanted to take you to a party.”

“A party?” Bea looks between them confused, “I’m not that interested guys.”

“Wait, wait, wait Bea,” Veronica pleads, pulling Bea closer to her, “you’ve never been to a Belvoire party and the year is almost over, we thought we should take you to at least.”

“I don’t know guys,” Bea says skeptically, “a lot of people don’t like me.”

“Who gives a shit? You just had your heart broken and you need to let loose.”

Bea sighs, pulling away from Veronica, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Come on, it beats drinking in the dark on your own.”

Bea sighs, dropping her shoulders, “what about uh Poppy?”

“Poppy?” Veronica arches a brow, “her and Chloe are staying in tonight, she said she needed to catch up on homework or something.”

Bea purses her lips together in thought before sighing, “fine.” Veronica cheers, “but,” Bea over enunciates, “only for a few hours and if I don’t like it I’m going home.”

“Okay, deal,” Veronica squeals, wrapping Bea in a big hug. Carter chuckles as Veronica gestures for him to join the hug, he awkwardly wraps his arms around the two girls, before pulling away.

“Okay, I’ll wait in the car while you girls get ready. Just uh don’t take too long.”

Veronica playfully rolls her eyes as she Bea towards her bedroom, yelling back “thanks Carter.” Giddy, she rushes to Bea’s closest, assessing her clothes until she finds a short red dress hidden in the back. “This!”

“No, no, no,” Bea shakes her head, pulling the dress out of the ombre-haired girl’s hands.

“Why not? It would look so hot on you,” Veronica’s eyes trail down Bea’s body, as she sharply inhales. “Bea, you’re single and sexy, stop holding yourself back okay?”

“I’m not,” Bea pushes back defensively, “I just-” she sighs heavily, “no one at Belvoire has ever seen me dressed up, I’m just- I’m nervous I guess.”

“Then we have to show them what they’ve been missing for the last three years,” Veronica gives Bea a devilish smile as she takes the dress from Bea’s hands, sliding the dress off the hanger before handing it over to Bea.

“Uh you gonna stay in the room?” Bea nervously wrings her hands together.

“Why, are you offering a show?” Veronica lifts a teasing brow, noticing Bea’s cheeks redden slightly, which prompts her to let out a small laugh, “I’m kidding, don’t worry I won’t look.” Veronica makes a show of raising her hands to cover her eyes. Bea laughs as she slips out of her clothes and into the dress, she awkwardly clears her throat, grabbing Veronica’s attention.

“Hey, uh help a girl out with her zipper?”

“Sure,” Veronica moves to stand behind Bea, her hands ghosting around Bea’s exposed back, her breath momentarily taken away. She sturdies herself and places one of her hands on the small of the brunette’s back while the other moves towards the zipper, zipping the girl up. Bea smooths the dress down with her hands appreciating herself in the mirror, “you look gorgeous,” Veronica whispers into the shell of her ear.

Bea’s face completely flushes red and slightly jerks at Veronica’s admission, “uhh thanks.”

Veronica notices the awkward shift in the atmosphere, and promptly changes the subject, “so where’s your sister?”

Bea sits in front of her mirror, a comb in her hand as she brushes her long locks, “she’s staying at a friend’s tonight.”

“Cool,” Veronica answers back but her tone falls flat. The girls bask in the awkward silence as Bea continues to get ready but when Veronica notices Bea struggling to do her winged eyeliner she breaks the silence. “Hey do you need help?”

Bea smiles bashfully, “yeah.” She rubs the back of her head with her hand, “sorry Poppy used to help me with my makeup.”

“Right,” Veronica’s face slightly falls but she quickly covers it up, ushering Bea to come and sit on the bed. “Come on, I don’t bite,” Veronica bites the bottom of her lip, “unless you want me too.” Bea laughs but obliges sitting on the edge of the bed. Veronica clambers onto her lap, her thighs settling on the sides of Bea’s legs, and in response, Bea’s eyes widen in surprise but she remains glued in her spot, too shocked to move.

“V, what are you doing?” Bea whispers, her voice attempting to come across as reprimanding but it comes out as breathy.

“Relax, I’m just doing your eyeliner.” Veronica plucks the wand from Bea’s hand and angles herself close to the brunette’s face, as she begins drawing on the wings on Bea’s eyelids. Bea steadies herself, as she feels the heat of Veronica’s body so close to hers and when Veronica is finished with putting the finishing touches on her eyelids, she hops off Bea’s lap, making her way towards the desk, scuffling through Bea’s makeup bag before taking up her place on Bea’s lap once again. “Now I think this colour would look good on you,”

“You don’t think it’s too much red?”

“Oh babe, red means power, dominance, you don’t wanna be thinking about Poppy the entire night, you wanna have all eyes on you Bea Hughes.” Veronica uncaps the lipstick, her eyes burning into Bea’s lips as she carefully applies the red colour to her lips. “Perfect.”

Bea smacks her lips together, evenly spreading the red on her lips. “Thanks V.”

Veronica’s eyes dart to Bea’s lips, her tongue slightly running along her bottom lips before she breaks out of her reverie flashing Bea a smirk, “don’t thank me yet, thank me when you’re having the time of your life at the party.” Veronica slides off Bea’s lap, holding her hand out, “come on let’s finish up because Carter’s been waiting for a while.” Bea smiles up at Veronica, taking her hand as she lets the ombre-haired girl pull her off the bed, as they continue getting ready.

………

Once they arrive at the party, Carter drops the girls off at the front of the huge house before telling them he will park the car. Veronica’s gaze darts to Bea, who’s nervously toying with her hands, looking up at the intimidating house, the lights blaring and as the music echoes throughout, the bass thumping in their ears. Noticing the nerves settling into her, Veronica slips into Bea's, giving her a reassuring squeeze, “hey, it’s okay, it’s just a bunch of drunk, preppy uptight teenagers, nothing you don't usually face everyday.”

Bea lets out a small laugh, “just in a big ass house,” she jests.

“Yeah, just in a big ass house,” she gives Bea a light squeeze as she starts pulling Bea into the house with her. Automatically, they’re met with stares and whispers, as the students look astonished at Bea, some appraising her outfit, while others are confused about her presence. “Hey, just stay with me okay?” Veronica whispers over to Bea. Bea nods, her eyes roaming the room. “I’ll get us drinks.” The ombre-haired girl gives Bea a reassuring pat on her arm and leaves her side and Bea walks into the living room, observing the difference between the vibes of the party between the north and the south. Her thoughts then move to think about Poppy, how Poppy would love going to parties in the north but Bea couldn’t find the appeal in it. Poppy. Poppy, who broke up with her. She’s interrupted from her thoughts by a tap of her shoulder, and Bea turns around to see Veronica offering her a red solo cup, Bea takes a sip and winces.

“What the hell is this crap?”

“Yeah for a bunch of rich kids, their taste in beer isn’t the best,” Veronica jokes, slightly nudging Bea.

“We have way better beer in the south side.”

“That I can agree with.” Veronica looks over to Bea who looks lost in thought, “hey what are you thinking about?”

Bea sighs heavily, “Poppy,” she mutters.

Veronica nods once, “right, yeah.”

“Poppy would’ve loved a party like this, big fancy house an-”

“Bea,” Veronica says, her tone slightly agitated, “this,” she gestures around the room, “is a no Poppy zone. That means we don’t think about Poppy, only about fun.”

Bea nods, “fun. I can do that.” Veronica lifts her cup in the air, “what are we cheering to?”

Veronica gives Bea a smile, “here’s to the first steps in moving on.” The girls tap their cups together before downing their drinks. “Now if we wanna get drunk, we’re gonna need a lot more of these.”

The party is still ongoing, and Bea sits in a circle with a few girls from the volleyball team and a few of the football team and other people she doesn’t recognise while Veronica sits beside her.

“Bea you look so pretty,” one of her teammates says.

“Yeah Bea your makeup is literally gorgeous,” another chimes in.

“Who knew strip tease can clean up well,” Ford jests, but Bea slumps her shoulders a little, remembering that these people are not her friends.

Carter enters the circle slapping Ford on the head as he goes, “shut up, Hughes is cool.” Bea gives Carter a nod of appreciation before looking down at the drink in her hands. Her thoughts move a million miles a minute, but there’s a constant one stuck in her brain, Poppy.

Veronica looks over at Bea, frowning. “Hey come with me.” She stands, excusing herself from the group and Bea follows her close behind.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re gonna play a private game of truth or drink.”

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