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dilfwaynes · 3 years

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hi!! can i request a hc of the batfam reaction of their eastasian!reader gf experiencing racism? thank you <33

just a reminder if you took place in any involvement of asian hate block me rn bitch :)

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this anon, i tried to make it accurate without stepping over any boundaries since im not asian myself. if anyone finds any sort of this offensive pls dm me !!

warning ; racism, batfam beating hoes, mention of blood

parings : bruce wayne x asian!reader, jason tood x asian!reader, dick grayson x asian!reader, stephanie brown x asian!reader, tim drake x asian!reader, damian wayne x asian!reader

BRUCE WAYNE:

it’ll honestly take a minute for bruce to realize what happened

when first entering the store he took notice of the man glaring but brushed it off thinking it was directed towards him as bruce wayne

you however didnt really pay attention to the dirty looks being thrown at you

with bruce excusing himself to the restroom and makes a promise of a quick return, you wander around the area by yourself

it was all fine until a man approaches you, giving a fast glance at him before turning away. there was definitely something up with him

“you don’t belong here”

your head shot up at his words, looking around you to make sure he was talking to you

“excuse me?” you lift an eyebrow at him, knowing what he was hinting at

“you fucking heard me, you don’t belong here. go back to your country.”

you inch away as he steps closer,”you better back the fuck away..”

he simply gives a smug face only coming closer,”or what?” you tighten your jaw when he loosely lets out a slur, your fists clenched.

“or i dislocate your arm.”bruce’s voice rings out, deep in anger as his eyes flicker to you and scanning to see if you were ok physically.

the ugly bitch’s face pales when he realizes who’s your boyfriend. without hesitation bruce yanks him away from you, slamming him to the wall

demanding for a first and last name, squeezing his neck when the guy stays quiet

shaking he gives in and tells, flinching when bruce slams him against the wall one last time before dropping him

“i guaranteed whatever poor status you do contain i’ll tear it completely, say goodbye to your job.” he grabs for your hand and brings you into him as you both walk away.

“i’m sorry i shouldn’t have left you alone, my fault,”he presses a kiss to your temple.”and please don’t think any worth of that garbage’s words.”

you shake your head,”he was just some lowlife, not worth thinking about.” you reply leaning into him.

he looked at you and could tell no matter what those words still hurt somewhat and it angered him to no end

no one deserved to hear that disgusting shit, especially not his girlfriend.

his eyes hardens but doesn’t push further to make you anymore uncomfortable than you probably already are

giving another kiss to the side of your head he makes a quiet promise to himself not to leave you alone anymore in public with disgusting people like that around

jason todd:

as soon as the slur leaves the guy’s lips jason’s fist collides to his jaw, no doubt shattering it

you and jason were grabbing lunch at some restaurant slash bar since it was the first time in a few days jason was free

everything was okay until you got up to go to the bathroom and some guy bumped into you

jason watched with hardening eyes as you apologize instead of the guy who slammed into you

“watch where the fuck you’re going at.”

you fall shock at the word, staying in place

while jason is on his feet in no time, swinging to the asshole’s face

screams were heard as well as the sound of bones breaking from his fist impact, the guy stumbling to the floor

“you racist fucking prick that’s my girlfriend you ugly fuck,”lifting him by his shirt he grabs his face and turns him to you.”apologize to her before i break your fucking face.”

he quickly rambles apologizes, crying in fear or pain. most likely a mix of both

jaaon lets him go and gives him another punch, this time to the nose. finding satisfaction at the pool of blood now seeping out

jason grabs your hand and starts to lead you outside,”let’s go eat somewhere else and forget about this shithole.”

you barely had time to give a reaction to anything as everything happened so fast

“hey look at me, don’t listen to that worthless fuck and his fucked up mindset. i dont know what to say to comfort you since i never experienced anything like this.” he stops at the car, placing his hands onto your shoulders

you nod sighing lightly, you only wanted a simple lunch with your boyfriend but instead got hate crime for simply breathing.

“it’s nothing i haven’t gone through before,”he shakes his head blue eyes filling up with rage.

“no one’s gonna be doing that anymore, or at least getting away with it while i’m around

DICK GRAYSON:

he was completely taken by surmise at the slur being thrown at you, as well as the fault of you being the root of the covid 19

but before he had any time to react you were already on your feet glaring,”the fuck you just called me you piece shit.”

before he could reply you already kneed him and punched him between the eyes, dick laughing at the cries of pain

“you want me to take over or you wanna handle it babe?”

even how badly he wanted to beat the shit out of the pos the choice was yours

you denied and wanted to handle this on your own

but everytime the guy tried to get up dick would just shake his head and tell him to stay down, or simply push him back down

eventually if you start going too far richards would pull you away and tell you hes not worth it

he understands your anger but he doesn’t want you to past a line you won’t recover from bc of some worthless grime

“c’mon, he’s not worth anymore of our time. lets go eat pizza.”

DAMIAN WAYNE:

swing first talk later

he’ll just look at guy for a few seconds with a blank face

then he’s literally knocking them out

will probably kick him into the wall or ground

u dont know if you wanna pull him away because you already the tabloids, or if you wanna let him continue to beating the guy

damian probably wouldn’t realize how much he beat the guy to a pulp until you’re tugging him away

nudging his neck with to your nose to try and calm him down

he’ll end the fight with spitting on him tbh

your face reddens with anger when your eyes met the racist bitch, enjoying the view of his blood on the floor

“racist piece of shit,” he hisses before finally turning his back brow still frowning with anger

unlike the others (mentioned) he also knows and experienced racism and understands your point view way more

and know bow to comfort you better tbh

afterwards he’ll talk to you and comfort you, as well as opening up about his racist encounters, as well as his mothers.

if you’re still upset about what happened some hours later he 100% offers to beat up the guy again

you laugh it off cos hes serious about doing detective work, finding the guy and beating him to a pulp

you thank him but deny his offer and settle to confiding into him and just telling him how your feelings

STEPHANIE BROWN:

“are you fucking serious right now bitch?”

steph deadpans staring at the girl who called you the slur with ease, going on about how you were the cause of corona and to go back to your country

shocked at the words, hearing all of this before but it still doesn’t fail everytime you hear them

turning to you and seeing the hurt on your face from the word, she quickly turns to seeing red

without a second thought she grabs the collar of the woman’s shirt

“you’re gonna fucking apologize to my girlfriend right now or i’m gonna slam your face into the floor and break it

you stay still, pleased at watching the girl shake in fear under steph as she chokes out a mesh of a shit rushed apologizes

stephanie throws her down to the ground after her third apologize

“are you okay?” she knew you weren’t but asking the question would lead into the stage of comforting you

you nod but go on to tell her that this isn’t the first or last time this will happen, but it still never fails to shock you

she frowns at your experiences and doesn’t quite know what to do to help since she never went thru anything like that

she offers to take you to your favorite restaurant and end the day in wayne manor watching whatever you wanted

smiling when you accept, pulling you in her and pressing a kiss on-top of your head

“dont worry i’ll beat any jackass that pulls any racist shit.”

TIM DRAKE:

i think he’ll be the less violent one out of everyone

he would honestly be so disgusted and gross out at humanity and how the woman thinks shes superior just because she’s white

if it was a guy saying what was said, then he would probably hit them ngl

but he takes the higher road with the woman, belittling and ending her with his vocabulary

and you’re pretty sure that his words hurt her more than an actual punch would

you laugh when he compares her built to a buffalo

he then goes on to a more education lean, explaining how skin tone has nothing to do with a person, and she should adapt to modern times and stop being a racist cunt

after he ends it he goes on to find out who she is and email/call her workplace to inform what kind of employee they have

probably also goes on to make sure she wont be hired anywhere else

comforts you alot and and will get you anything you want

prob gets you both milkshakes as you vent to him about today and other racist things said to you

hates how you have to go thru any of this for simply existing

the incident opens his eyes and he starts talking to bruce about opening a charity for ‘stop asian hate’

would shy away from the press and say you both came up with the fund

u’ll dismiss that rq and tell everyone it was all tim’s idea

all the money goes people got assaulted and paying for any hospital bills or anything needed

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marvinswriting · 4 years

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tiny bus

this ones for the anon who wanted mean damian. im sorry to whoever didn’t. tw: d slur g/t mean girls

The tiny bus comes an hour after school ends.

It's a long wait and frankly, an annoying one.

I never had to take the tiny bus before.

In eighth grade, Ms. George picked me up.

At the beginning of high school, Ms. Hubbard picked me up.

Up until recently, Damian drove me home.

But-

Damian couldn't drive me home anymore.

I slam my locker shut, swinging my bag onto my shoulder. Where the hell was I supposed to go for the next hour?

I didn't have anyone to talk too.

When did everything go downhill?

My art show.

The night Cady showed her true colors.

The night Cady officially went full plastic.

The night Damian chose her.

That last fact made my head spin. It still didn't feel real.

Damian was the one person I thought I could trust. The one person I thought would always be there.

No matter what.

How stupid was I for believing it?

I could handle losing Cady. Yeah, it hurt. I knew it would hurt for a while.

But I didn't know Cady for long.

I trusted Damian with my life.

Trusted.

I turn away from my locker with a scowl.

Where was I even supposed to go for an hour?

I make my way to the tiny pick up zone.

I'm not getting picked up. There's no one there to pick me up.

But it's the only accessible place in the school with ac and cameras.

And now that I'm alone to myself I need the latter more than ever.

I slump against the wall, pulling out my phone.

The background, which was once Damian and I, is now a simple black.

I don't have any new texts or missed calls. I didn't expect any. The only notifications I ever got in the past were from Damian.

It's safe to say we aren't friends anymore.

It hurt.

Out of everyone whos ever been in my life, I thought Damian would be the one to stick around. I believed that with my whole heart.

Because Damian said he would.

He had never given me a reason to doubt him.

Or maybe he did.

Maybe I was just blind to the signs.

I never saw the hints that Regina would kick me to the side.

I never caught the cues that Cady would leave.

A teardrop lands on my phone.

I hadn't even realized I was crying.

I rub away the tears that hadn't fallen, feeling the wet patches form on my jacket sleeves.

Poor space dyke. Crying alone like the loser she is.

Nobody likes you.

Damian's gonna leave you.

You really think somebody's gonna want to stay with space dyke?

These were all things I was told in the past. All signs I blatantly ignored. They were just bullying me. None of it was true, right?

Apparently so.

"Are you crying?"

My head snapped up at the sound of a familiar voice. I was so busy lost in thought I didn't hear anyone coming.

It was after school, nobody should be coming.

Yet there stood Damian.

My gut twisted.

It was a question Damian had asked me so many times before. But this was different. He was smirking and the taunting nature in his voice was not missed on me.

"No," I say flatly. I stick my phone back into my pocket and stand up. "I was just leaving."

"Oh c'mon, you don't wanna talk to your friend? I'm waiting for Regina but she's no here yet."

"Friend?" I whirl around to face the boy in front of me. "I would love to talk to my friend. But he left! I don't know what I did wrong or why I wasn't good enough but you've changed. We're not friends anymore."

Damian was wearing the same pink shirt he gave Cady at the beginning of this mess. It felt like a punch to my gut.

Damian stepped back slightly, a flash of hurt crossing his face.

For a second- I had hope. Like maybe Damian wasn't all lost.

But then his face hardened again. "It's human nature to change, Janis."

"Right." I scoff, turning on my heels. "Bye."

"The bullying was too much to handle, Jan" Damian calls after me.

Everything about that statement sits wrong with me. I whirl around, hot with anger.

"Don't Jan me. You think I don't know about the bullying?! You think I don't understand that pain?!" I move so I'm standing in front of Damian at the edge of the tiny platform. "I went thought the same thing you did for years. I have it worse!" The tears are back, but it's more of anger than anything.

"So you understand!" Damian throws his hands up in exasperation, ignoring the way I flinch back. "I saw an out and I took it. Do not make me the bad guy here." He said harshly.

Damian was tall. I knew this. But- it didn't matter before.

Because he was my friend. He wasn't intimidating or menacing. He wouldn't hurt me.

I didn't feel the same unwavering trust now as Damian glared down at me.

He was on Regina's side. He showed who he was with.

I hoped it was all an act. Maybe when none of the other plastics were around it would be different.

But there was no one else.

And he was plastic.

Cold, hard, shiny, plastic.

I swallow, taking a step back. "I don't want to talk to you."

"Aww," Damian leaned forward. "Why not?" He got closer. "Are we not friends anymore?"

I step backward but stumble. Damian laughs as I land on my back, the contents of my bag spilling onto the floor.

"Are you scared?"

"No," I sit up, haphazardly shoving things back into my backpack. "Not of you."

"You should be."

My blood runs cold as I look back at Damian. He's fully over me at this point. I think back to when we used to be friends. This position was comfort if anything. Now?

"Please back away. Leave me alone."

Damian raises his eyebrow but doesn't move. "You can't hold it against me for just wanting to be left alone."

"But I can hold it against you for leaving your best friend alone." I spat.

Damian froze for a moment before letting out a laugh. "Oh, Jan. You didn't really think we were best friends?"

"I-"

Damian gives a breathy laugh, shaking his head.

He's so close that I can feel when he breathes and everything smells like the mint gum Gretchen's been carrying around religiously since seventh grade.

It triggered so many bad memories with Gretchen- but this wasn't Gretchen. It was Damian.

No.

I can't think like that anymore.

Damian isn't my friend.

I don’t know what he’ll do. How far he’ll go. How bad I’ll get hurt.

I stand up, stepping backward as Damian straightens himself out. I can't tell if I'm crying from betrayal, fear, or a mix of every emotion I've been hit with since birth- but I'm crying. And it's humiliating.

There's the clicking of heels behind me and I tense up.

Regina's arrived. It's about to get so much worse.

"Well, who do we have here! Hey there, Space Dyke." Regina circles around me, stopping with her back to Damian as she glares at me.

"I was just leaving." I mumble, wiping the tears from under my eyes. I feel pathetic and stupid and small.

Regina looks me up and down with disgust. "Maybe it's for the best. We don't want to be seen with you. Right, Damian?"

"Right."

There's no hesitation, there's no second-guessing.

I can physically feel my heart sink into my stomach. "Right." I mumbled, turning back into the tiny part of the school.

I'll find somewhere else to wait for the tiny bus.

"Bye-bye!" Regina calls tauntingly. There's a whisper, I don't pay attention to what she says. It's probably not nice.

"Bye Space Dyke."

I almost stop walking.

I almost turn around.

I almost want him to say it to my face.

To see if he has the guts to.

But I don't.

I turn down the hallway, out of sight from them.

There's the salty taste of tears in my mouth and I can't tell if they're fresh or if I'm still crying from earlier.

I slump down on the hallway floor, pulling my knees to my chest.

Yeah, I felt alone before, but that interaction- it solidified that Damian was gone.

He wasn't coming back.

He was plastic.

It was something I said a lot. It would be easier if you just stopped being my friend. You don't deserve the harassment.

But I never thought it would happen.

Damian would just smile and tell me he wasn't going anywhere.

But look where we were now.

Bye Space Dyke.

How long has Damian felt this way?

How long has he wanted to do that?

Was any part of our friendship genuine?

I stand up, making way to the tiny bus stop.

Guess I'll have to get used to riding on it.

boom

lmao i go from the fluffiest shit to heart break bahaah @realmisspolarbear @musicallygt @smallsoysauce

#g/t mean girls #tiny janis #giant damian #tiny regina #g/t #g/t writing #Giant/tiny

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ayma-nidiot · 3 years

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“Don’t Speak Their Names” - Shrimpshipping fic Chapter 27

This chapter can be found here on AO3.

Chapter 27 - I Challenge My Fate

~07 November 2005~

“President Phuckdis! Reporting in, sir!” A Buster Blader saluted his general.

“Proceed, Captain.”

“Several enemies calling themselves ‘Earthbound Gods’ started attacking Joey and his friends. Apparently, Joey lost a duel, and last I checked, he was engaged in battle with a snake-like monster. There are now hundreds of enemy soldiers coming this way! It’s only a matter of time before-”

“Th-They’re here!” shouted a few guards who stood watch at the door. “Aaaaaaargh!”

“Hah!” Watda led the charge, showing no mercy in cutting down the guards. He aggressively attacked Joey and showed little interest in anything else. “How kind of you to show me where you lowlifes camp out! Now, give me Uru or else!”

“Never!” Joey swiped at Watda’s feet with his Salamandra sword, “summoned” from his Duel Disk.

“Oh?” Watda smirked as he jumped over the sword like a jump rope. “Why would you want to protect that ‘dung beetle…’ or whatever it is you called him?”

“Hahaha…” cackled a voice from behind Joey. “I wonder that, too. Well, no matter, since that will be your first and last mistake!”

“Weevil!” William growled at the half-shifted Weevil. “Dammit, he escaped!”

“What do you mean, ‘escaped?’” Joey wanted to know.

“William, you moron!” Phuckdis bopped his brother with the blunt end of his sword.

“Hey, Joey!” Weevil’s arms hardened, glowing blood-red. “Think fast!”

“Wh-What?” Joey darted around for the agile bug duelist. Before he could really process what was going on, Weevil found him first, stabbing his non-sword arm with a sharp spider arm. “Aaaah! You… You mosquito…”

“A mosquito, am I?” Weevil continued to assault Joey, who had to parry the attacks with a shaky arm. “Hah! A mosquito is but a caterpillar compared to the monster I’ve become, compliments of my fellow Earthbound Gods!”

“You’ve gone absolutely batshit, Weevil! Open your eyes, why don’t you!”

“Nah, how about no.” Weevil stabbed Joey’s sword hand so hard that the Salamandra sword went flying. “But I’ll gladly open a giant wound in your belly and let the maggots have at you. I’ll make you suffer for what you’ve done in the past…”

“G-Ggh…” Joey looked up at his former Battle City rival, knowing his life was as good as done.

“The only one who will be suffering here is you, Weevil! Amazoness Empress, get ‘im!” exclaimed a debilitated Mai.

“Ah…” All of the excitement of battle left Weevil in an instant, and he knelt to the ground in pain.

“Bind Weevil at once!” Phuckdis ordered. “And be quick about it!”

“Yes, sir!” Several Magician Girl monsters got to work right away.

“Mai…” Joey got up, hoping to help the woman he loved - that was until Watda got in his path.

“Going somewhere, Wheeler?” Watda slashed down a few Club members who got between him and Joey. “Not that it would do you any good, since your pretty little girlfriend is history!”

“Get off her, you thug!” Seeing Watda’s snake arms slither around Mai’s face pissed the hell out of Joey.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I want to hear her scream in agony after I take your life away!”

“Ggh…!” Joey tried to pick up the Salamandra. “Rex… Where the hell are… you…”

“Dammit, get out of our way!” Though the enemies Amber fought on the way to the Club meeting room were weak, their numbers were enough to overwhelm her.

“Need some help?” Rex asked before transforming himself, felling most of the enemies and weakening the rest.

“Papa! You shouldn’t be-” Amber would have scolded her mother if she hadn’t noticed what Rex’s transformation had done.

“Hehe!” Rex remained in rabbit form as he ran with Amber. “I might not be a strong monster, but I’ve got one heck of a special ability. Surprised?”

“Yeah, at the fact that your baby bump is still intact when you switch forms. Shapeshifter physiology is a weird thing, isn’t it?”

“It shouldn’t be for a girl genius like you.”

“Papa… I know the circumstances are grave, but I don’t want you to push yourself. Let your strong daughter do the fighting.”

Rex’s endurance barely held on long enough to reach the Tabletop Gaming Club’s meeting room. As soon as he turned back into a human, his ankles swelled badly, and held onto Amber as a crutch.

“I got you, Papa. Oh?” No sooner had Rex reverted forms when Amber saw a fight going on well inside their meeting room, in the health/recreation center.

Unlike Amber, Rex recognized Watda instantly - as well as the captive he held by the neck. “That’s the guy who captured me! And he’s got Joey! Ugh!” Rex strained to transform.

“Papa, are you nuts? That man is the Crimson Devil, the strongest of the Earthbound Gods! Even I’m not match for him! H-Hey, get back here!” Amber couldn’t stop her mother from running to Watda in human form.

“Hehehe…” Watda cackled as he raised Joey above the gathering crowd - most of whom were weak monsters that didn’t dare to raise a hand against Watda. “My Earthbound Gods have lost to your friends… It’s too bad that you really lucked out and ended up dueling me ! Although I have to commend your bravery, Mr. Wheeler. It’s too bad you’re not as smart or strong as you are reckless.”

“Joey!” As much as Mai wanted to rescue the man she loved, enemies restrained her. “No! Take me instead, please!”

“D-Damn… you… Watda…” Having lost against Watda himself, Phuckdis barely had the strength to crawl on the floor, let alone fight back.

“Y-You’ll never… have… Urk!” Joey howled in pain as Watda’s nails dug into his neck, drawing blood.

“You’re trying to protect the man who tried to steal your soul, and the one whom you call a ‘duelin’ disgrace?’ Hah!” Watda used his free hand to grab Joey’s head, with the intent to twist it off. “I’ll show you the consequences of being a nice guy, you bleeding-heart filth! You don’t even deserve the honour of final words!”

“And I’ll show you the consequences of messing with my friends!” Rex thundered as he quickly shifted and latched onto one of Watda’s arms.

“Wh-What? Yeowch!” Thanks to Rex’s special effect, Watda could feel his strength draining. “You damned rabbit! How did you escape?”

“Not gonna tell you! But you best think how you’re going to escape!”

“What do you- Argh!” Before Watda could even turn around, an arrow from Amber pierced his shoulder.

“You’re… gonna pay!” Amber continued to shoot a flurry of arrows, chasing Watda out of the building. “Wait! ...Dammit, he got away! Let me-”

From an all-fours position, Rex grabbed one of Amber’s ankles. “Amber, not now… Just look around you.”

“Papa…” Amber noticed that in this battle, many Club members have already died, the vast majority of them killed by Watda.

“At least we know who are enemies are now.”

“...Fine.” Amber turned back into a human and glanced at Joey. “Just so you know, I still hate you. I didn’t do what I did because I consider you a friend.”

“Hehe, I know you do. You just won’t admit it!” Joey’s tone turned serious when he looked down at Rex. “That was a bold thing you did, man. Not only are you super pregnant, but you got beat to a pulp for gods know how long. I’m… I’m sorry for all that I said about you in the past. I take it all back.”

“It’s cool, dude…” Rex decided he couldn’t move anymore, and leaned against a giant wooden table for rest.

“Ugh.” Amber instead turned her attention to her incapacitated allies, Phuckdis and William. “Guys, are you okay?”

“Barely…” Phuckdis managed to stand on his feet, and helped his brother stand up too. “More importantly, Lady Amber… We’ve finally done it. We can now complete our mission.”

“Oh?” Amber looked to the smaller crowd, gathered around… something.

“‘Lady’ Amber? Come to think of it, I think I’ve heard her called that before…” Rex couldn’t see what was going on, even though he wasn’t very far.

“...Stay where you are, Rex.” Amber didn’t allow Rex to move one more inch forward.

“Amber?” Rex’s heart broke a little when Amber called him by his name. “Let me see what’s the ruckus over there!”

“Oh, I will.” Amber gestured for her soldiers to move out of the way, and when they dispersed, Rex could see Weevil - bound at the ankles, weak, and completely void of emotion.

“Weevil! You’re okay…” Rex attempted to crawl over to where Weevil was, but the ankle pain held him back.

“Rex… I don’t think you realize what kind of enemies we’re up against.”

“I’ve learned enough when I was captured. They want Weevil to join them because he’s an almighty god. And who wouldn’t?”

“They don’t want him for just any reason… He’s an Earthbound God, destined to cause ruin.”

Rex remembered what Dip told him, but tried to deny it. “Th-That’s not true! I thought you knew better than anyone that he can use his powers for good!”

“For now, yes… But in time… In time…” Amber walked towards Weevil and stared him down. “Their minds will become so corrupt that they have no choice but to fulfill their destiny. And when they’re with their own kind, they’ll cause unspeakable destruction.”

“Amber, that’s nonsense!”

Amber’s body and voice shook. “After seeing this destruction myself, I can hardly call it nonsense! The Earthbound Gods are what ruined my future! It was them… They were the ones who…”

“You’re not serious…?” Rex hugged himself to stop trembling.

“I saw it with my own eyes! Weevil was the one who killed my baby brother… My boyfriend…” Amber looked at the members of the “Dweeb Patrol,” who were even more confused than Rex. “All of you… And… you, Rex. Weevil killed you right in front of me.”

“Oh… my gods…” Rex wanted to throw up just from hearing this awful story.

“This… has been my mission… all along…” Amber half-shifted and pointed her arrow at Weevil, who looked up at her without a gleam in his eyes.

“Amber!” Rex couldn’t stop crying. “Do you mean to tell me you were duping me this whole time? That all along, your only real goal was to kill Weevil?”

“That’s right. This overgrown spider is the only thing standing between our future and complete freedom!”

“Amber…” Rex cried. “I… I can��t believe what I’m hearing… No, I won’t believe it!”

“And now… I challenge my fate!” Amber’s arrow glowed brightly.

“Do it, Lady Amber.” Phuckdis ordered. “Your mother is already pregnant with your present self, so you can still live. And Francis… He never deserved to live in such a terrible future. Do this, and his soul will be appeased.”

“Haha…” Amber’s eyes hardened on Weevil. “I’m going to free everyone… I’m going to save the world! All I have to do is kill one bloody Earthbound God! And I’m going to do it in front of your very eyes, Rex!”

“Amber… Argh!” No matter how much it hurt, no matter how much Phuckdis and William pulled his legs, Rex crawled forward.

“Don’t you dare interfere in our mission, Rex!” Phuckdis threatened to stab Rex’s legs with his sword. “I don’t care if you’re pregnant! I won’t hesitate to hurt you!”

“Amber… I know you don’t want to do this. The bonds your father and I have forged with you over the past few months are real. They’re not something you want to end with a stupid, puny arrow. Even though you’re barely younger than us, Weevil and I really love you as our daughter. Isn’t there any room in your heart for the father who raised you? The father who taught you everything there is to know about insects and dueling? The father would would take all the pain and suffering in the world just to make you happy?”

“Shut… up…” Amber started to tear up.

“Amber… I want us to live and bond as a family. There’s got to be another way. Let’s put all this behind us and go on another mall trip, or walk in the park. But whatever you do… please, don’t do this.”

“Shut up, Rex! You’re just making it harder!” Amber’s aim at Weevil’s heart began to waver.

“But you can save him! We’ve done it before!”

“No. Look at him! He’s too far gone now... He doesn’t even remember who the fuck you are, Rex! This is the only way I can save the world - and Weevil’s soul. I… I don’t want to see this man suffer in the soulless shell that was once Weevil Underwood. I’d… rather… Sniff…”

“Rex… Weevil…” Even the normally-proud Joey, the Joey that once despised Rex and Weevil with everything he had, couldn’t help but shed tears of his own.

“Weevil…” Amber choked on her own breath, and she pulled her bowstring as far back as she could. “Sorry, not sorry.”

So were Amber’s final words as she tearfully let her arrow fly at Weevil full speed.

#yugioh #ygo #shrimpshipping #mpreg #fanfiction #this chapter legit made me cry #super obvious Fire Emblem Awakening references in this chapter hahaha

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americanroyalty-phff · 5 years

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Chapter 2 - Moving Along

January 30, 2016

(The next morning)

My phone started blaring long before I was ready to open my eyes. I knew I had to get up for work but I wanted to just lay in bed all day.

After last night’s events, I was left in a very confused place. It was for the best to get a divorce from Jesse, but I still love him. Jesse told me he would handle everything and that I didn’t have to handle any of it besides sign where I’m supposed to. Although I’m not happy at all about the divorce, I’m glad that I can focus my energy on this big case.

I finally pulled myself out of bed and went into my closet to find some clothes for today. After deciding on a pair of jeans, a white button up, and a leather jacket to go on top, I got ready.

I skipped making coffee at home, I knew Jesse would be awake soon. Although things were ending on a “good note” I still didn't want to face the music and begin discussing our split. It’s a big thing to get divorced. Amicably or not.

I grabbed my things and headed outside and into my car.

Driving mindlessly to work, I let my mind wonder to why this is happening. Is it because i’m committed to my job? Because so he is. Because i’m not sure if I want children? Maybe it just wasn't meant to be with each other. It’s not that we don’t love each other, but we lost that connection that we had while we were dating and first married. I don’t know what to feel besides anger. Jesse doesn’t even want to try therapy, I come home from work and he drops this on me. Hopefully this is all for the better. This is kind of a wake up call. Is it my fault? Am I too immersed in my job that I can’t hold a marriage?

Once I pull into a parking spot, I shake all the those thoughts away. This will be okay. Maybe the divorce will be quick and I can just move away and start fresh. Until then, there is work to be done.

I walk into the building and take the stairs. I’m not interested in making small talk today, I’m already for this day to be over. I realize I’m crying when I feel a drop of something wet hit my shirt. I have to pull myself together. I run the show in the office, they cannot see me like this.

“This is so stupid, why am I crying over a man?! He doesn’t even want me.” I whisper as I take a seat on the steps. The stairwell is always deserted because no one in their right mind would actually take the stairs up the length of the tall building. “Pull yourself together, Beau. You’re being ridiculous, crying over a man. You can go back to New York and find someone who appreciates you.”

I pull myself off the ground and continue walking, hardening my emotions with each step. I’m not an emotional person usually and I can’t be at work.

I eventually make it to my office floor and greet the security officers.

“Morning.” I smile to the guys behind their desk. “Easy morning so far?”

“Well you have a suspect in custody right now. They’re holding him right now and letting him sweat it out.” One of them said. “Wasn’t easy getting him here, but at least he’s here. How’re you, Mrs. Williams?”

“Mediocre,” I replied. “It’s just Kennedy now, no Williams. Dropping that married name, extra baggage. Don’t need it if i’m gonna be divorced.”

“Oh, i’m sorry Ms. Kennedy. Let me know if we need to block Williams from coming here. We’ll do it, anything.”

“Thank you, but he’s probably going to be here frequently with all the paperwork and everything. But I appreciate it. Talk to you guys later, got a criminal waiting for me.” I smiled half-halfheartedly and walk into the main office. They say their goodbyes and my day begins.

I see my desk is piled up with stuff through my office window while I’m pouring myself coffee.

“Beau, you have some paperwork from some lawyer. They said it was important to get it done quickly so things are done fast.” My favorite co-worker, Emily told me.

I cursed under my breath. He already had the divorce papers ready and on my desk. How long was he sitting on this?

“Thanks, Em. It’s about my divorce. Jesse decided he didn’t want to be married to me anymore.”

She pulls me into a tight hug.

“Everything will be okay, you don’t need him anyways. He was just arm candy. What’s gonna happen to you working here though? You going back to New York?” she asks.

“Yeah, I’m considering it. Probably going to start looking into apartments and moving and everything during lunch. But I can’t focus on that right now, got work to do.” I smile at her as I walk into my office.

I skim over the divorce papers. Jesse has already signed everything he need to. There were sticky tabs indicating where I was to sign.

I scribbled my name on the lines where I was told to and put them back in there envelope.

I shot Jesse a text telling him to meet me for lunch at 12 at our favorite cafe and he could deal with the papers.

Now, onto important work.

I sat alone at Jesse and I’s favorite table. He was on his way and the envelope was across from me. This doesn’t even feel real. Divorced all of a sudden.

“Hey, you get the papers?” he walks in, not even asking how I am.

“Um, yeah. But can we talk?” I ask.

Our drinks that I ordered for the both of us came out. I smile at our waitress before he sits down in front of me.

Jesse takes his hand in mine and sighs.

“I’m sorry I just all of a sudden mentioned divorce. I still want to go through with it, but it shouldn’t have been brought up like that and I want to apoligize for that.” He sayd and squeezed my hand in his.

I try and savor this moment, my hand in his. I truly love this man and it’s essentially over now.

“You are entitled to how you feel and im not gonna take that away from you. But you didn’t even want to try and fix us, Jess. No therapy, neither of us stepping back from work, nothing. You just gave up. Why?” I looked him in the eyes for the first time.

“I know you love your job. I was there with you all through college nd you getting this job. And I couldn’t live with myself if I was the one that made you step back from something that you’ve worked so hard for. I know you’re not a woman who wants to slow down and start a family after building up this amazing reputuatiion in your field. I want kids, kids with you. But I know that trying to make you a mother and slow down will be torture for you. I need to have children and you don’t. It’s something that super important to me, but I will alwasy support whatver you’re doing. MAybe one da you will find your prince. I love you, but this is the easiest and healthiest way. Plus I know how much you miss living on the east coast, the city and all that.”

“I appreciate your honesty. I truly do. I’m still upset but you saying those things helped. I want us to keep in contact after this. Even if I move away. Because youre my best friend. And I hope that you find the woman of your dreams that will be the mother of your children.” I spoke sincerely.

I pulled my hand out of his and pulled my wedding band from my ring finger. It’s been on there so long that it was hard to get off but it finally budged.

“I think this belongs to you. Do whatever you want with it. Keep it, return it, throw it in the ocean. Go wild, Jess.” I tried to joke but a tear made it’s escape from my eye.

He pulled his ring off his finger and put it in my hand.

“You do the same.” He smiled sadly. “We can talk more later. I’ll get this papers back to the lawyer’s office so it can be over quicker.”

We both stood up and hugged.

“Thank you for some great years.” he told me.

“Ditto.”

He soon left and I was sat there alone with his wedding band and a broken heart.

Hey guys, thank you for reading! I’m so sorry it took me this long to get this out. Had to deal with some things but hopefully I can be here a lot more!

I appreciate all you guys! Thank you so much for your patience and love on this story!

Send me any feedback you have, comments, questions, etc.

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saltynemo · 6 years

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Sleep

(Drabble 5)

WHaTADO Everybody its your boi Nemo back at it again with another fanfiction! I'm sorry I haven't been active lately. Its been busy and I have a project due on the 12th that I haven't even started yet so yay :) Btw, I made the character Josh since I think yall want a Josh smut anyway soooo Anyway enjoy.

Summery: Y/n comes home to find Joshua asleep in his room, making a very sexual idea come in her mind ;)

Type: Smut

Warnings: Getting off while sleeping, Glimpse of dom!Josh, ummm, lots of oral, hair pulling, that's really it

Requested?: No not really

Word Count: 1.8k (1,897 words)

So without further a do, P-P-P-PLAY IT:

"Im home!" I yell, closing the door behind me with a click. No response. "Josh?" I call out again, waiting for his soft voice. Silence again. Weird..he usually lets me know hes home with a shout from the top of the steps or something. I didnt get a text from him so he must be home.

I drop all my stuff, my mind racing. Me knowing Josh's severe anxiety (that lead to somewhat symptoms of depression), my brain started thinking of possibilities for what he could be doing.

I race towards the stairs, quickly ascending to the 2nd floor. I sharply turn a corner, finding him in his room. I open the door without a noise, searching around the area for signs of distress. I find him on his bed, sleeping on his back with his legs crossed. His arms were resting on his stomach, going up and down each time he inhaled and exhaled. I sighed in relief, letting all my worries drain from my head. I lean against the entrance, eyeing out the boy. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping...im such a creep. I giggle quietly, finding it rare for Josh to be asleep in the middle of the day. As my eyes trail from his facial features to his torso, something catches my eye.

I pear down at his crotch, noticing a faint bulge. My eyes opened wide from shock, watching the lump grow by the second. A small moan escapes his throat. I bite my lip, an idea forming in my brain.

I slowly start to take off my shoes, nudging them to the side of the wall. Ive dreamed of this day to come. The day I really make a move on Josh Dun.

I tip toe my way into his room, making sure nothing would creak. I see him shift in his bed, making his legs spread out a little bit. His arms fell to his sides. I smirked, wondering what he was dreaming about. I slowly start to take off my shirt, glancing once or twice at him to make sure he was not waking up. I throw the garment off to the side, watching the piece of clothing fall dramatically onto the floor. My mind made the fall sound like it was a shotgun blast, making my body stop all together, standing silently.

I waited for a moment until I was sure I could continue my movements. I started to unbutton my jeans, fumbling with the button multiple times. I kept glancing up to him, thinking I was making noise with the zipper and metal circle. I finally succeed my mission and gently take off my jeans, taking out each foot with such precaution; I also throw the material the same way I did why my shirt.

I place my hands on the side of the bed, softly pressing down on the fluff to see how much weight it can hold before it caves in. I slowly start to climb um onto the bed, hesitating slightly. Josh shifts his head to the side, opposite from me. I pear down onto his crotch, my mouth watering at the tent in his shorts. I continue my journey across the king sized bed, making my movements every so slowly.

I reach my destination, kneeling down further so my mouth was pretty much on his thigh. He motions a little bit, letting a slight groan fall from his cracked lips. I fluttered my eyes closed, hearing the sound come out from his mouth sound heavenly. I take no tease in my part and steadily start to pull down his basketball shorts, biting my lip to keep myself from whimpering. I see his hips shift upwards, making me think twice if hes sleeping or not. Hes probably just having a sex dream...

It felt like forever until his bottoms were on the floor, leaving him only in his underwear. The bulge in his garment was twitching every so slightly, nearly making me moan right then and there. I gently start to palm him through his boxers, hearing quiet moans pour out from his plump lips. I decide that his underwear would look better on the floor; I also start to pull those off of him. He shifted in his bed, making my motions stop all together. The waste-band of his boxers were pressing down on the middle of his shaft, making my heart beat in my core. Cant I just fuck him already! God damn, I cant take this anymore.

I slowly start to move the garment again, making his dick become more apparent to me. Suddenly, it springs up from the piece of clothing, greeting me with a wet tip. I licked my lips slightly, feeling myself get excited already. He must sure be having a kinky dream if he’s already leaking precum. I continue the long journey of his underwear until it was down to his ankles, swiftly taking them off and throwing them onto the floor. I look back up to his cock, finally getting a chance to see how big he really is. Fuck, he’s bigger than I imagined.

I bring a shaky hand to the base of his dick, feeling the texture of the skin. He lets out a soft moan, mumbling something incoherent. I start to pump his shaft steadily, making sure I didnt wake him up too early. I feel his cock harden against my hand, marble forming between my fingers. I licked my lips, preparing myself to give him head.

I licked the base of his dick, slowly rising my tongue till I was at his tip. I bring my wet flesh around his throbbing cock, slowly opening my mouth and easing myself onto him. I grip the base of his sword with one hand, making sure his shaft would stay still. I hear him moan 'Fuck' quietly, making me lose most of my control. I start bobbing my head at a reasonable pace, stroking what I didnt have in my mouth. I quickly start to notice hes waking up, which only fuels my fire.

"Y-Y/n?" He groans, slowly starting to sit up. I giggle darkly, removing my mouth from his dick. I show a smirk through my eyes, continuing to pump him. He blinks a couple of times before he comprehends what was going on. His eyes open widely in shock. "Y/n! Oh shit, what are y-you" He starts to ramble, but was cut off with a moan. He tilted his head back, letting his eyes flutter close. I smirk, proud of the affect I have on him. "I-I thought you were w-working late tonight" He stammers, overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure he was receiving after his nap. My mouth disconnects from his cock, leaving a slight string of saliva behind. "My boss told me I was working hard enough and told me to come home" I say, gently pressing my lips to the tip of his dick. "Now I get to work on something harder" I say, poking out my tongue and licking a vein on his shaft.

He groans, followed by a whimper. "I cant believe you..." He tries to speak, but his moans keep interrupting. "You got me off in my sleep" He whimpered, his mouth agape and panting. I giggle, wrapping my lips around the side of his shaft, grazing my canines across the skin. He grunts at the sting, snaking a hand into my hair. "I don’t like your behavior" He speaks in a dark tone, twirling my curls with his fingers. He stares back darkly, squinting to see if I was serious with my playfulness. I smirk, finding his new facade to be a lot more dominating. "Do something about it then" I say with a confident tone. He shakes his head in disappointment, raising his other hand into my hair.

Both of his hands guided my head to his tip, forcing my mouth to hug it warmly. I obey his commands and start to bob my head, except he tightens the grip on my hair. I stop my motions, noticing I'm not in control anymore. He tells me to relax my jaw and that he’s gonna 'fuck my pretty mouth'. I moan at his words and carry out his order.

He slowly starts to thrust his hips up into my mouth, inching closer and closer to my throat. I choke a bit, making him chuckle darkly in power. I felt his eyes gaze upon me, studying my teary eyed face. "You look so pretty like this.." He groans, quickening his pace. "I wish I could have fucked your mouth sooner" He says, licking his plump lips. I moan at his words, sending vibrations from my mouth to his already close cock. I heard him groan from satisfactory, throwing his head back.

The sounds of choking and panting fill the room. Josh's moans and groans become more quick and loud as he continues to piston in and out of my mouth. The little sounds he made here and there spoke 3 words: He was close.

"Your mouth feels so good, fuck, Im so close" He whimpers, arching his back slightly. I felt his tip graze the back of my throat multiple times, making me hum to get him to his orgasm quicker. "F-fuckk! Keep doing that, Y/n" He moans, followed with a strangled groan. I struggled to breathe, taking in any oxygen I could between his thrusts. "Only a little bit more, baby" He quickens his pace, studying my wrecked facial features.

I give the last of my voice with a powerful hum, making him teeter over the edge. With an 'Oh Fuck', paired with a strangled moan, he spilt into my mouth, holding my head down in place at the base of his dick. I was able to take in air through my nose, but barely from how close I was to his pubic bone. I felt his warm liquid shoot down my throat, forcing my to choke and gag. I swallowed the best I could, feeling some of his cum drip out of my mouth and onto his flushed skin.

After a while, I started to gently tap on his thigh, letting him know I seriously could not breathe. "Oh-sorry" He chuckles, letting go of my head. I sit up and take in as much oxygen as I could get, panting while giggling. He leans his head back, his breathing still ragged and heavy.

I throw all my weight next to him, laying down with him. I lean my head on his shoulder, twisting his shirt's fabric between my fingers. "You tired me out, girl" He says, finally breaking the silence. We both share a laugh, accepting that it was true. "But not enough to make me not want you more" He adds, smirking slightly. I decide to play along with his 'game', "Oh really? What do you wanna do to me?" I ask, acting like I was so oblivious to what he was thinking. "Close the door and you’ll find out" He says, turning his body so he was facing me. I giggle and cup his face with my palm, bringing him in for our first kiss.

Lets just say after the kiss, we had lots and lots of more fun with lots of more body parts. Each round was more fun then the last...

(Ok yay finished after like 5 days wOw. So the reason I'm not really working on Break the Silence a lot anymore is because for me its hard to write total vanilla lol. I get too kinky with my stories and Its hard for the Mute fanfic to be completely soft and cuddly. So I apologize when I post it and it wasn't to your expectations)

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eternalmydnyt · 3 years

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So I decided its time for another one of my random peeks i give into my insanity. This is the playlist of songs on my IPhone. Some are there just because i like them but for the most part music is a form of self therapy for me, the voices find things in life which lets them feel manifest and music is a way to feel them, touch them, and communicate with them in a generally harmless environment. Plus this can give anyone who reads an glimpse into my head and my tastes

In no particular order Im going to follow this format for the list

"Title" Band

Affecting Lyrics

How it affects me

Lets begin shall we?

"Get Well" Icon For Hire

Don't tell the others but it's all getting old

I mean how many more times must our stories be told?

And being lonely's only fun in a group

It sort of loses it's charm when it's true

This is a song about someone who is tired of suffering. Someone who has decided that its time to get serious about changing for the better. The voice in my head who reacts most to this is Eleni, Eleni doesnt want to be broken anymore, doesnt want to be crazy and fractured. She is my internal caretaker and OCD. She is who i draw on when i need to get things done regardless of how i feel.

"My Name" Shinedown

My name is worthless like you told me I once was

My name is empty cause you drained away the love

My name is searching since you stole my only soul

My name is hatred and the reasons we both know

Micheal... he is so angry all the time. Angry about the past, angry about the present, angry about the future. He is my rage at a world that should be more then what it is. Micheal is the one who is most "Me" of the voices. He is the one who is the closest to being who i would if i didnt have to constantly wear a thousand masks for society. He cares about some but in general he just wants to see everyone burn until they understand his pain.

"Break In" Halestorm

You are the only one

The only one that sees me

Trusts me and believes me

You are the only one

The only one that knows me

And in the dark you show me

Yeah it's perfectly reckless

Damn you leave me defenseless

So break in

This is my song i dedicate to Francine and everything she does for me. She is one of only 3 people who I truelly trust and who knows almost everything about me. She has saved me.

"Carry on my Wayward Son" Supernatural 200th Episode Cover.

Masquerading as a man with a reason

My charade is the event of the season

And if I claim to be a wise man,

Well, it surely means that I don't know

Ok this one is just because i REALLY like it. Especially this version.

"Indestructible" Disturbed

Another reason, another cause for me to fight

Another fuse uncovered now, for me to light

My dedication to all that I've sworn to protect

I carry out my orders without a regret

Ahh Alex. He is aggressive and territorial. He isnt Angry the way Micheal is but he is more violent. He was the part of me that couldnt remember fighting back against bullies, the part which would lash out in violence against anyone who mistreated me. He was dangerous and volitile in school but he had reasons to be. He changed as I got older... now he is more of a gatekeeper. He protects the people i trust... deciding who is "Pack" and who isnt. If he doesnt accept you then I dont trust you. I dont have many in my circle but he is the one who holds the guest list. If you arent in the circle then Alex lets Micheal have you.

"Divide" Disturbed

I am a little more provocative then you might need,

It's your shock and then your horror on which I feed

So can you tell me what exactly does freedom mean,

If I'm not free to be as twisted as I wanna be

Don't wanna be another player losing in this game

I'm trying to impress upon you

We're not the same

My psychotic mentality is so unique

I'm one aggressive motherfucker

Now, wouldn't you say

Ever since Micheal became violent he has been fighting against being classified with the rest. He hates being "Just another voice" he believes he is THE voice and the others should serve him. I like Micheal alot... he is one i rely on and consider one of my closest allies because he has the strength to drown out the others when i need him to... but god he can be a self important dick sometimes.

"Without Me" Eminem

Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me

'Cause we need a little controversy,

'Cause it feels so empty without me

This is another i just really like. Hell of a beat. Good music for a walk.

"Fuck Away the Pain" Divide the Day

You hate the way he fooled around behind your back

A slave to him but now with me, no strings attached

But if you wanna use me up and leave me in the bed

If that's what you need go right ahead

Ahh Gray. I was wondering when you would show up. Gray loves this song. Being eternally a teenager his greatest joys in life are Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll. If he could spend all his time getting high, getting laid, and playing Call of Duty he would be a happy boy. He reminds me to have fun and relax. I just wish he wasnt so pushy about it.

"Love Bites (So Do I)" Halestorm

My lips are pale and vicious.

You’re foaming at the mouth.

You’ve suffered in the darkness.

I’ll suck the pain right out.

So come and taste the reason

I’m nothing like the rest.

I kiss you in a way you’ll never forget about me.

Two Gray songs in a row. He is a firm believer that the best cure for pain is to leave it behind with fun and pleasure. Someone hurt you? Leave em behind and find something better. He doesnt get why it has to be any more complicated then that.

"Innocence" Halestorm

Is this what you wanted

Did I make your dreams come true?

You're sitting in a corner

Wondering what you got into

And you ache for things you don't understand

That your tears don't mean a thing

I only cum when you scream

Raven. I dont talk about her much. Micheal is angry and Alex is Violent but Raven enjoys it. Raven wants to inflict pain not for revenge or to protect me... she wants to inflict pain because she enjoys it. She loves the idea of having power over another person and being able to control the difference between their pleasure and their pain. finding out just what it would take to push someone to the point where the carress of fingertips and the carress of a blade provoke the same reaction... be it screams or moans. Raven came to being during a time in my life when all i did was suffer... and when all you do is suffer you find ways to enjoy even that.

"Leave it all behind" Cult to Follow

Forget the decay

And the endlessness of all of our mistakes

Forget all the blame

And the apathy

And throw it all away

Forget the Pain

Forget the Hate

Forget all your Enemies

They never will break you again

This would probobly be most associated with my serpent. He isnt vocal... he is cold and empty... armored and predatory. He is instinct and survival. He turns me off. When my emotions are more then i can handle his scales harden me and keep them out... better to feel nothing then to be overwhelmed.

"My Songs know what you did in the Dark" Fall Out Boy

A constellation of tears on your lashes

Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes

In the end everything collides

My childhood spat back out the monster that you see

Another Micheal... have i mentioned he is loud? I think one of the largest things that fuels his rage is the fact that maybe I would be so much healthier if someone had jus seen what was going on when i was a child and helped me then... no instead the schools were content just labeling me "Antisocial with Anger Control Issues and an Overactive Imagination" Fucking lazy ass socalled professionals...

"What I've Done" Linkin Park

I'll face myself

To cross out what I’ve become

Erase myself

And let go of what I’ve done

This song speaks to me but its hard to pinpoint why. Theres alot in my life i regret... Life needs a Do-over button.

"Porn Star Dancing" My Darkest Days

She wraps those hands around that pole

She licks those lips and off we go

She takes it off nice and slow

Because that's pornstar dancin'

Gray loves this song... not only for its literal lyrics bot also for the fact he has convinced himself its one long ass Blowjob analogy.

"Runnin" Adam Lambert

'Round and around I'd go, addicted to the numb

Living in the cold

The higher, the lower the down, down, down

Sick of being tired and sick of waiting

For another kind of fix

The damage is damning me down, down, down

Love this song... Speaks to me but at the same time it is one that im not sure who in my head reacts most. It just makes me happy.

"Save Yourself" My Darkest Days

You’re the perfect drug when it hurts like hell

I've never needed anyone so much

There’s no-one else I love and I curse myself

Cause the right thing is to give you up

I’m overcome by shame cause I can never change

And you can never understand my sickness

(I’ll never understand my sickness)

This is a Micheal. He is angry and violent and seeks pain on others... but there are people he cares about. He doesnt want to hurt them but he cant change what he is. So I try to keep him tempered with the lighter voices despite him being by far my strongest.

Bah i'm gonna stop here. Theres a few more songs on the list but they are mostly just because i really enjoy the sound of em. Ill put them in a quick list.

"I am Murloc" Elite Tauren Chieftain

"Bad Girlfriend" Theory of a Deadman

"Careless Whisper" Seether

"Chicken with a Train" Cowboy Troy

"Swing" Trace Adkins

"I dont Dance" High School Musical (Dont judge me!)

"Let it Go" Frozen (Dont you dare fucking Judge me lol)

#music #voices in my head #scream into the void

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