#other times i fuckin despise em

[shiocreator]

Older art stuff cuz thinkin bout my weird war robot siblings and their respective relationships and experiences with humanity

#Final Waltz #Robot oc #My art #D-1(oc) #1ND1G0(OC) #My ocs #One cared for his main creator so much he for a time despised the idea of them rebuilding a new machine in her honor after her death #But still loved humanity thanks to the motherly love and compassion she showed him which cause him to have true morality #Soon after getting shut down and put into a new place alone. escaping only to meet another human that was truly a friend and helping him #The other abandoned after they were told to shut down the project #Alone for years only to gain sentience alone without anyone. Finding a crystal. Finding someone. #And said someone manipulating her. Until she finds another ghoulish fiend to act as an angel on her shoulder #And even then denies emotions. She is but a tool of war. She cant have those. She cant care about what she plots #Only wants to stop plans of humanity's destruction after being treated with worry #And soon a whole towns compassion before gaining the unfortunate new emotion of; gaining a crush. and having a crisis #Fuckin idiots i love em

[lovelyiida]

making mha guys jealous~

INLCUDES: BAKUGO KATSUKI, TENYA IIDA, SHOTO TODOROKI

WARNINGS: implied gender neutral reader, sexual themes, vulgar language, sexual language

MASTERLIST

WORDS: 2.9K

BAKUGO KATSUKI

just for one single day he’d let it slide, he thought.

One fucking day.

It was currently a calm Sunday afternoon at the UA dorms, everyone at peace as they settled themselves for another long week of rigorous training and classes.

and here you fucking are, sitting next to Midoriya on the couch laughing at whatever he was showing you on his phone.

Bakugo knows that you know he despises the fucker, so why are you basically insulting him to his face at the moment?

Bakugo grumbles as he stares down at the text you sent to him nearly 30 minutes ago, "on my way up babe” he reads.

a damn liar you were

you and him were supposed to watch a move earlier before curfew hit, checking the clock he grows hotter by the second.

almost 3 hours before the 8PM curfew, that may be a lot of time to some. but on this glorious sunday, the day was gone before it even started.

your boyfriend watched as you giggled with your friend, knees huddled into your chest as your face shined bright with a smile.

why were you smiling so hard?

only he gets to see you smile that way.

and here goes this fuckwad.

round, sprinkle faced, curly-topped bastard.

Bakugo couldn't stand the looks of Midoriya sometimes, he just looked so punchable. he can't believe that he has the audacity to take you from him, knowing that the both of you were gong to be doing something at this exact time.

he may seem like this ball of sunshine to you, but he sees his true intentions.

watching the both of you even harder, he noticed how he was showing you pictures of something, eye lids pulling close together as he tries to make out the images on the phone and the words you were saying at the same time.

As midoriya scoots closer towards you. Bakugo feels a pang in his chest, it almost felt as if everything was moving in slow motion. bodies bumping into each other as his head accidentally bumps yours.

Today he thought he was gonna let it slide, he really did think that.

pulling away from each other, the both of you laugh, and thats when he saw it…

Midoriya was blushing.

"oh, piss off!" Bakugo darkly grumbled, hastily marching over to the both of you. he got madder with each step, fists growing hot and smoke fuming out.

as the both of you continued to laugh, you feel a heavy dip in the couch. you also see your friends expression, a laid back happy smile to quiver-lipped state of fear.

before you could ask whats wrong, you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist and pull you in tight.

"so this is what you've been doing, conspiring with the enemy?" Bakugos deep voice mumbled into your ear, making you jump. "w-what?" you stuttered.

"you texted me almost—40 minutes ago, that you're on your way, what the fuck?" Bakugo whined. you rolled your eyes, "bakugo, I was coming until I saw Midoriya! I haven't spoken to him in a while and decided to catch up."

looking over to the man of the hour himself, he lets out a shaky nod. "yeah! w-we were talking I was just showing them some pictures and–"

"what pictures?" Bakugo looks at you for an answer.

"nothing really!" Midoriya barks, earning a scowl from Bakugo.

"I wasn't fuckin' talkin' to you dumbass!" he yelled.

"now like I asked you, what pictures?" he says, his voice scarily calm.

"they were...pictures of you and Midoriya when you were kids," you admitted, Bakugos eyes widen as his face becomes warm.

"dude, what the fuck!" his free hand fling towards his face, poorly hiding his embarrassment. "I know, I'm sorry Kachaan! but your mom found them, and then she sent them to my mom…and she sent them to me!" he explained to the blonde.

"I don't give a fuck how you got them! just delete 'em!" He rubs his brows with his free hand to try and cope with the embarrassment. Finally having enough of this torment, he pulls you off the couch with ease and hurried to to the elevator.

stepping in, he lets out a breath.

"and stop fucking calling me that!" Bakugo yells, the vision of the green haired boy nodding in fear was the last thing you saw as the doors slide shut.

You sit in the elevator awkwardly as the sounds of the the elevator moving from floor to floor fill the void.

after a long moment of awkward silence in the elevator, you both finally make it to his dorm. Shutting the door, you plop on the bed, a smug smile not fading for a second.

You watch the blonde roam around his room, cutting on the tv and picking some random action movie he wanted the both of you to watch that you’ll most likely fall asleep to. Hearing him curse to himself as he trips on his shoes on his way to turn off the lights.

Crawling into the bed, you make room for Bakugo to lay in. Bakugo crawls in and throws the blankets over you and pulls you in tight.

As the movie begins to play, you couldn’t help but you let out a chuckle, “what now?” He groans. Smiling you look at him with hooded eyes, "you're so cute when you're jealous,~" you purr.

"i wasn't jealous!" he protested, making you luagh.

Bakugo pulls you in closer into his chest, which you kindly melt into. Burring your face into his chest, you let out a sigh.

"Midoriya misses you, y'know that?", you mumbled into his broad chest. The faint smell of sweet smoke fills your nostrils.

"I don't care" he spits.

You scoff at his reply, lightly hitting him on the chest. "oh come on! just for one day, hang out with the poor guy. you're always hanging out with me!" you complained, pushing his shoulder with your fist. Bakugo lets out a light chuckle, a smile barely present shown on his lips, nuzzling into your neck, he sighs.

"you're different."

TENYA IIDA

“Hey honey, are you ready for our study session?” Iida smiles brightly towards you, chest broad and stature straight.

You're currently outside the UA dorms, sitting out on the bench enjoying the sunlight after a week of rain with your favorite book.

“Oh baby, I promised I would study with you didn’t I?” You frowned at him. Interested to hear your response, Iida tilts his head. “I don’t understand,” he says.

Closing the book you were holding, you straightened your back. “Well…I forgot to let you know that I’ll be studying with someone else this weekend, please don’t be upset!” You pleaded.

Iida softly smiled at you, “I could never be upset at you, as long as you’re still learning I don’t care who it’s with.” His strong hand reached for your face, causing you to melt into iida as he caresses your face.

And it was true, as long as you stayed successful in classes. Studying with someone else is the least of his problems.

He looked into your eyes, your deep loving eyes. The both of you chuckle at the display of affection.

That was until he heard the door open. Sharply pulling away from your face he automatically shot his hand straight into the air.

Even though the both of you are in a relationship, the both of you tried to make it seem you weren’t together. In other words, intimate moments like these are only shown in private.

“Are you ready to leave?" a calm voice asks.

“Todoroki!” You jump up with a smile. Grabbing your book bag, you throw it over your shoulder and walk towards him.

Iida didn’t care who you were studying with…

Until he found out it was Todoroki.

Recently, Iida has been seeing him eye you more than the rest. It didn’t bother him until this moment. He also overheard a particular conversation the other day as well.

“Dude, if you had to pick one girl from 1-A to marry, who would you choose?” Kirishima asked.

Currently in the locker room, changing out of their hero suits. Iida was tying his shoe laces, not really interested in the conversation.

“I’m not sure,” Todoroki said.

“Okay, who was the first person that came to mind?” Kirishima says, his sharp toothy grin beaming bright from ear to ear.

“Um…y/n”

Iida perks up at this, not turning towards them. He simply stands straight up and walks out.

Today, Iida stares at Todoroki, his lips slightly twitch as he sees him chivalrously grab your book bag. Watching the both of you leave he cursed under his breath.

“Shit.”

There’s no way Todoroki has a thing for you right?

It’s simply not possible, even though no one really knows that the both of you are together, it should be a given.

He hoped today would be the only time it would happen. However, later in the weekend, he realized that both of you got to know each other way more intensely than he thought.

When he’d wake up and go to the kitchen, he'd see both of you sitting down next to each other, eating breakfast, talking about whatever happened the day before. talking about likes and dislikes, the two of you even had secret inside jokes that no one else knew of.

It irritated him, knowing that the special bond that he had with you was slowly deteriorating over the span of the weekend.

It hurts Iida that you spent almost your whole weekend with Todoroki.

Holding on tight to the short moments that the both of you would have, whether it be sitting down on the couch talking, or in his room cuddling.

Either you'd see Todoroki or he'd send you a text (he didn’t even know that he had your number). If it was true that you were going out with him, you would quickly apologize by kissing him on the cheek and saying your goodbyes.

and that’s what happened over and over and over again.

It was safe to say that he missed you dearly, even though you don’t really take you out on dates too often. he considers the study time the both of you have as a date. Even though there are no roses or chocolates or fancy dinners, he loves the time he spends with you.

He doesn’t want it to be taken by someone else.

That following Monday, the two of you were currently in the lunchroom. Iida didn’t sit next to you, but he was close enough to where he was able to see you within eyesight. Everything was fine until he saw Todoroki with lunch tray in hand, sitting next to you and began to converse with you.

He watched how you giggled at his words, whatever the both you were talking about. It must have been very funny. He's never even seen you laugh that hard at his jokes. Swallowing his food, he let out a deep sigh.

Staring the both of you down, he noticed that Todoroki had a light pink blush on his cheeks in a soft, faint smile that only his eyes caught.

You were so busy laughing you didn’t even notice that your knees were pressed up against each other. Throwing your head back in laughter, a thick strand of hair cascades over your face.

Don’t do it he thought don’t even try it

Todoroki reached out towards your face and softly tucked your hair back behind your ear. Eyes widening, you shyly thank him with a bow.

Iida didn’t even realize that his feet were moving by the time he got close to you. Grabbing your arm with such force it shocked you, as you were dragged out of the lunch room. It even shocked him that he was doing this.

Taking you to a classroom that is empty, he shuts the door.

"Honey, what's wrong?" you asked, slightly shaken up by Iida’s performance. “I don’t want you to hang around him anymore. He obviously has feelings for you.” he spit, his tone was sharp as you could tell that he was angry.

Your eyes widen for a moment until you frown, “is that what this is about? I assure you, Todoroki has no feelings for me.”

Your arms crossed against your chest as you huff out of breath. Iida scoffs at your words. "You may not see it, but I do! I know for a fact that he has feelings for you. He even said it in the locker room the other day!” he exclaims.

You let out a light gasp at his words. After a brief moment of silence, you giggle.

this makes him frown even deeper. “I don’t understand what you’re laughing about," he says.

You laugh, "I can't believe you're jealous right now," you say. Iida gross hot at your words.

“I mean, I have every right to be, don’t I? Todoroki has taken you away from me and it seems like you don’t even notice!” he exclaims.

Playfully poking your lip out, you walk towards Iida, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you pull him into your embrace.

“y'know all of this could’ve been avoided if you just let everyone know that we’re in a relationship.”

He blushed as you spoke softly to him.

“And what happens if I do? What if you get made fun of because of me? Because they find out you’re dating such a loser…” His words trail off as you can tell that he’s visibly upset.

Your brows furrowed after hearing his words.

“you? A loser? Iida, you are the president of class 1-A at UA high school. I’m basically dating the top student in the entire school! You are definitely no loser in my book” you reassured him.

A soft smile appears on his lips as his hands slide around your waist. “you mean that?” he says.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it” you mumbled.

Pulling in close to you, your lips press against each other softly. You breathe into the kiss, your hand racing from his shoulders to the back of his neck as you push him in for a deeper kiss.

Before this steamy make-out session could go further, you hear the door slam open. Gasping, you pull yourself away from your boyfriend.

“Todoroki!”

SHOTO TODOROKI

Todoroki doesn't see himself as a jealous type. He has no reason to be jealous not to make him sound cocky, but he has a good personality. He knows he has good looks and he's just a good person. What more could a person want?

You always thought the opposite about yourself, you never really understood why Todoroki chose you out of all the other people that desperately wanted him, but you never saw how Todoroki saw you.

You are a kind, caring, witty, and so funny a lot of people would die for a person like you, but you never saw that.

Or at least you never noticed, until today.

Today in class one a you were all sparring and training your quirks to the maximum ability. Todoroki stares at you from across the classroom. She noticed you were talking to someone in particular Denki Kaminari.

And bright yellow hair, a lean muscular build, a pretty face with a golden eyes, he's known to meet people on the school as a very attractive guy, and also a known heartbreaker.

He's no good, Todoroki thought.

He stares at the both of you, he noticed the way dinky I do his bright eyes gliding over, figure ever so carefully so that he wouldn't catch you because it be caught.

Denki knew you were already in a relationship with him with Todoroki, of course. But he could really care less. He still wanted to shoot his shot and maybe give you a little test of loyalty.

"Hey, is that skirt new? It looks Hella good on you." Denki says, sly smirk plastered on his lips as he spoke to you with ease. He noticed the way you blushed his comment you awkwardly laugh it off.

"no, this is the same skirt I've been wearing since the beginning of the school year. Thanks for the compliment, though." you give him a slight bow, somewhat thankful for his compliment.

"y'know, somehow I think it would look better if it was a tad bit, shorter...or maybe even off, your legs are so pretty! I wonder how they look thrown over my shoulders" Denki purrs, letting out a dark chuckles at his own words. he fawns over the way you tightly grip your skirt with your balled fists.

"you can't talk to me that way Denki! you know that Todoroki is my boyfriend. What if he hears you?" you whispered. Denki rolls his eyes at your words. leaning into your ear, he whispers.

"and if he did? what would you do princess?" Denki whispers, earning a shiver down your spine. pulling away, he notices Todoroki's sharp colorful eyes looking straight towards him.

Denki smiles brightly and even waves at him, he watched Todoroki smack his lips at his fake act. He chuckles at this, watching Todoroki stomp his way sighs.

reaching for a strand of you hair, he sighs as it slips from his fingers. "playtimes' over, gotta go beautiful!" Denki chuckles. Walking away before Todoroki could get to him.

Soon you felt a tight embrace on your back, "Todoroki!" turning towards him, you hug him tightly.

"what did he say to you?" his voice deep and filled with anger.

"nothing different, casual Denki being a pervert" you laugh, Todoroki only holds you tighter.

Todoroki isn't a jealous person.

But this time, he was.

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— lovelyiida ❤︎︎

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[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

re: Why the Coppernob/Cornwall war

thanks to @houseboatisland for helping me punch up the insult a bit ;) been carryin' my ass all day, actually —

To a large extent they just have just been instilled with different value systems. So they're constantly judging each other.

Could they have left all this behind when they both separately embarked on their preservation years? I mean I guess but that’d be boring for them both. Let ‘em hang on to what little they have left from those days. Also, there was An Incident that cemented Coppernob’s enmity, justifying it retroactively… and for the next couple hundred years… 

Scene: 1898. F.R. 3 and 4 are making their final preparations, preparing to be dismantled for the last time in the coming winter. 4 has the bright idea to write to Cornwall. Apologize for their part in the old quarrel. Wish him and his well in the years ahead.

It should be noted 3 was against this idea from the start. But 4 was feelin’ chipper with a warm sense of good-fellowship peace-on-earth-goodwill-to-man, so he went right on ahead with the project.

3: He'll never reply.

4: He doesn't have to reply. The letter says so.

3:  Well... don't put my name on it!

4 and 4's driver: *ignore him. 3's name is signed to this bullshit too.*

To everyone's surprise, they do get a reply. Aaaand it's basically 'lol get scrapped losers. couldn’t even remember who you were till cousin columbine reminded me of the two grubby little humpback radishes i used to leave in my dust. anyway lmao imma live forever bitch. hope hell's hot enough for ya… probably gonna be a big step up from barrow tbh.' Bonus: insults their long-dead sisters.

4: .... bit harsh, that

3: I told you! I told you!!

Of course in the end 3 is also preserved and now he can carry the memory of the time Cornwall basically spat in the face of all three of his dead siblings until the end of time.

***

But. 

I'm gonna be honest, I suspect Cornwall doesn't know the letter was sent. Like his attitude was "oh fuck them" and then he and his closest mates had a roaring session where they all tried to out-do each other on what Cornwall should write back but he has no idea some officious Company-proud shed employee dutifully wrote down all the roasts and sent the result back off to Barrow. Cornwall fully disliked the Copper-Nobs, and he is a jerk, but, like. He's not evil. If the engineman-turned-scribe had had the sense to confirm the letter he wrote up on his behalf Cornwall would undoubtedly have been like 'oh lmao no just rip it up.'

Which makes it all the funnier to me, ngl. Coppernob hates Cornwall intensely because he knows what a foul rat he secretly is. Cornwall thinks Coppernob is carrying a new degree of grudge because he didn't write back with kum-bye-ya we're-all-pals-now and scoffs at it. Other engines have picked up on the dark hints they've both thrown out about this incident and have had difficulty assembling them into a coherent narrative, for obvious reasons. It's a mess. If tomorrow they realized they were at cross purposes and Coppernob quoted that letter-he-totally-hasn’t-memorized Cornwall would be like 'WHAAAAT i never wrote that' and Coppernob would fuckin' die of humiliation when he learned Cornwall thought he'd been in a strop for a hundred twenty five years only because Cornwall left his apology on read and now his widdle fweelings were hurt. 'I'd never have given a fuck if there'd been no reply!! I never even wanted Four to send that stupid letter!!!!' 'real shit? haha that actually does make more sense lol your brother was such a loser — '

Aaaaaand I guess that'd be the beginning of the third phase of the endless grudge.

So maybe it’s inevitable. They gotta despise each other. It’s fate. 

#coppernob things #cornwall things #real true railway headcanon #chatter #'humpback radish' was allllll houseboat <3

[winslowat3am]

You’re so handsommme!!! <333 I made a collage for pic(s) that I got questions about, what set was these from.? Andd will you please follow my new insta @katiemariaannbird and my makeup insta @strokeofafeather I would really appreciate it

I'm fucking bad with asks, lmfao. I hope you weren't waiting forever. 😬 I don't remember taking left side photo. Being completely honest. When you've taken so many photos your brain starts to draw blanks & toss out unneeded information. I think it was a catalog for Zara? 🤨 I'm 90% sure it was, I've done a handful of collections for 'em & my hair was never longer than neck length during that time. Top right is part of an older portfolio, top middle was a promo shoot, bottom is of a more recent photoshoot, mostly consisting of headshots, after my plate reversal surgery. Some of those are old. I sent a follow request to your first IG. Are you Russian? Cause that's fuckin' awesome, always wanted to learn the language. Shout out to you for boldly asking for a follow, I know people in general despise it when others drop their socials & ask for follows cause "clout chasing", "attention seeking" & "controversial", blah, blah, blah.

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[mlmxreader]

Acceptance | Alfie Solomons x nb!reader

anonymous asked: Hi! Could I please request the following prompts for Alfie Solomons X non-binary!reader: "Get down!"+"Just think what they have to put up with."+"Stay with me" Maybe with the reader from Feisty, if the muse allows for it, of course! An idea could be that Alfie has been coming around their shop for a couple weeks. During a particular visit to their store, it gets hit by one of the other gangs, maybe one of them gets hurt during the encounter. Leads to reader accepting the offer of protection from Alfie. (But fully up to you, obviously) Thanks again! 🐍anon

summary: Alfie's offer to the shopkeeper he finds so terribly charming may just actually go through after all.

tws: mentions of gunshots, swearing, injury

PART ONE: FEISTY

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You were hoping to make it home early, when he showed up; the shop had just finished closing and getting locked up for the day, when he fucking waltzed in and pretended to look at what you were selling. He had been doing this for two fucking weeks, and although you had grown to become aware of the times he would visit, that didn't mean you liked him.

But you were used to him by now, so you never paid it much mind anyway; you allowed him in, allowed him to browse while you read your newspaper and sat in the staff room. He knew where he was, he would often sit with you for a while. His presence wasn't welcome, but it was tolerated only because he paid for what he wanted and he often added on extra.

Today was no different though.

At his usual time, he walked in, took a look around and picked up a few things and paid more than the price for them and refused change; he popped them into a shopping bag that he left behind the till, and came to sit with you in the staff room as you read your newspaper.

You regretted sending your employees home.

"Evenin', sunshine," Alfie grinned. "You in a better mood today?"

"Genuinely, go shit in your hands and clap," you huffed, daring to smile to yourself. "Better yet, get the fuck off of my property."

Alfie leaned forward, tilting your newspaper down slightly so that you had to look at him. "I can see you smilin' there, treacle, c'mon. Admit you like me."

"I'd rather get a hot poker shoved up my arse," you scoffed. "You can fuck off."

He laughed softly, nodding as he leaned back again and stretched, lifting his legs up onto the table and resting his hands on his stomach. You were tough, and you weren't scared of him at all; he liked that. He thought you were great company, even if you acted like you utterly despised everything about him.

Quietly, he yawned under his breath, his eyes watering as his head tilted forward. "Can I at least walk you home later?"

"You can at least fuck off," you huffed. "Coffee?"

"Go on then," he grinned. "You left the puzzles, yeah?"

"Yeah, I left 'em for you," you huffed. "Selfish asshole."

Alfie hummed as he took the paper and started to look for the different puzzles that were often thrown in; he looked up every few seconds, keeping an eye on you and making sure that you were alright with him being there.

He thanked you quietly when you put the coffee down in front of him, but he soon rose to his feet when there was a loud crash and the telltale harsh cry of glass being broken.

"Get down!" He told you through gritted teeth. "I'll fuckin' handle it."

You waited in the staff room, under the table as you listened to the shouting match outside; there was a gunshot, and your stomach dropped as you feared the worst. But Alfie soon came back, a little bloodied but not too badly.

"I'm alright, sunshine," he smiled. "Just a little gash on my fuckin' arm is all. Nothin' for you to worry about."

You shook your head, ushering him to the seat he always used and sighing heavily. "No, you're gonna stay the fuck there, and I'm gonna look at it."

He cocked a brow. "Why?"

"You…" you huffed as you searched for the medicine kit. "Just stay with me."

He grinned. "Like what? Your own personal guard dog? I thought you fuckin' hated me."

You rolled your eyes. "I will really fucking hate you in a minute."

He couldn't stop smiling as you brought the medicine kit over, gentle as you removed his shirt and allowed it to drape across the back of his chair; the angle was awkward, so you were forced to sit on his lap as you patched the gash up.

It was a lot deeper and bigger than he had made it out to be, but every time you told him off, he just grinned and laughed - like all he cared about was being close to you.

"It was the cunts from Birmingham," he told you eventually. "Thought that because you were the only place that wasn't under my fuckin' protection, they could get away with havin' a pop."

You clenched your jaw. "Well. I don't see the harm in taking up your offer…"

"Really?"

"I spoke to Cohen," you sighed. "He said you weren't lying. You've shown me… you're not. So. I'll give it a go… just don't fucking annoy me every single day."

"I ain't makin' that promise," Alfie laughed. "You're too charmin' and fuckin' feisty for me to stop annoyin'."

You rolled your eyes as you shook your head. "Are you like this with everyone?"

"Of course I ain't," he hummed. "But imagine if I was. Just think what they have to put up with."

"I dread to think," you deadpanned. Making sure the wound was all set before you got off of his lap. "You'll survive, Mister Solomons."

Alfie grinned up at you. "Knight in shinin' armour, ain't you, sunshine? So, what next?"

"I thought you were staying."

"Right," he agreed. "With you, yeah?"

"If you must," you sighed. "If you have to annoy me constantly."

"Oh," Alfie laughed again as he stood up, putting his arm around your shoulders. "I absolutely fuckin' do, Mx."

You leaned into the touch a little, but not enough to let him think that you liked him. Of course you didn't.

He was Alfie Solomons, the very thorn in your side, the rock in your shoe, the sweat stuck to your back… he was Alfie Solomons, the man who drank coffee with you and whose visits you had come to tolerate.

You shook your head, clearing the latter thoughts as you dared to steal a look at him.

"Get the fuck off of me."

"Y'know," he mused. "I really fuckin' do like you."

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[b1as1an-souya]

Punches of affection

Keisuke baji x male reader

•Warnings: slight blood, violence, fighting, cursing

•A/n: second romantic x reader fic lets go. I really didn’t know where I was going with this fic I just had this idea with any planning.

•Genre: fluff (mixed with a bit of angst?)

•Summary: You and Baji have been at each other’s throats since day one. But then you two realize that you two just wanted to be friends with each other but tell one another throughout a unusual way :o

[Name] was a punching machine, it was like a reflex for him to punch he always someone if they said something he didn’t like. And those punches hurt like hell. But If their was someone that [Name] wanted to punch more than anyone, it would be Keisuke Baji.

When [Name] and Baji met for the first time it was hate at first sight. They were always at each other’s throats, fighting one other, or pretend that [Name] didn’t exist to Keisuke and Keisuke didn’t exist to [Name], that’s how things usually went for the two.

“I can’t stand Baji! Why I even have to be in the same division as him?” [Name] complained while looking at Souya, a bit of a annoyed expression on his face. “You say that but it’s so obvious you like him!” Nahoya teased laughing a bit when his friends snapped at him. “You fucking dumbass! What would possess you to think that? I hate Baji with every bone in my damm body!” [Name] yelled while he tackled Nahoya to the floor, about to punch him until someone walked into the room.

That someone being no other than Keisuke Baji. The boy that [Name] hated. No, hated wouldn’t be a good term. The boy [Name] despised more than anything else was in his presence and it was like time froze for a second. And Baji looked angelic. Wait angelic?? No no, [Name] hated Baji. Or at least he thinks he does. So why did he find him angelic? He should find him repulsive for fucks sake! “What the fuck are you doing here?” [Name] asked before walking up to Baji. “This was a bad idea.” Souya whispered to his older brother. “Don’t worry! If this gets outta hand I’ll stop em!” Nahoya assured.

“I could say the same for you. Why the fuck are you here?” Baji asked getting more angry at the fact that [Name] was standing before him. But wait, he looked amazing. But his face still looked punchable! “What does it look like dumbass? I’m obviously hanging out with my friends.” [Name] spat, getting more angry by the second. “What? Well your friends told me that you wouldn’t be here.” Baji said as you two started to insult one another more and more, Nahoya enjoying the little show he planned.

Well that was until [Name] realized that Nahoya was behind all of this.

“Nahoya fucking Kawata.” [Name] quietly hissed. “You’re really fuckin lucky I didn’t punch you.” [Name] cursed before grabbing his jacket and backpack. “I don’t think I could be in the same room with him anymore!” [Name] said before walking out their bedroom door. “This entire room is infected by [Name’s] stupidity, I’m leaving.” Baji coldly said before walking out the door. “I heard that you bastard!” [Name] said while he flipped Baji off. “Fuck off.” Baji said back before the two of them walked out the front door.

“So much for your little stunt.” Souya whispered before going back to doing his own thing. “They’re so oblivious!” Nahoya whined. “It’s not like they’ll realize they have feelings for each other that quick, They’re both stupid.” Souya shrugged. “That means… I’ll have to make them realize that they both like one another!” Nahoya exclaimed. “No way, when Baji walked into the room [Name] was on top of you. I don’t think Baji realized that [Name] was gonna punch you…” Souya muttered. “Fuck!” Nahoya yelled as he punched his pillow.

‘It’s gonna rain soon, I don’t even have a umbrella’ [Name] thought and not a second after it started pouring. “Shit!” [Name] yelled as he rushed to find shelter. “This day has been nothing than shit. Pure shit!” [Name] muttered as he tried to find a place to protect him from the rain but failed. “Fuck it all…” [Name] muttered before deciding he’ll just hang out at some random abandoned building he found.

While [Name] was walking to the abandoned building he found a white cat with ginger spots all over its body. It was cold, it was wet. [Name] quickly grabbed the cat then gently held it. “You’re just like me huh? Cold, wet, n tired huh?” [Name] whispered before running, he didn’t want the cat to feel more cold than it already was.

After a few minutes of running towards the abandoned building he quickly went inside the building grabbed his wet backpack hoping the items inside it weren’t soaked and found a medium sized towel, the perfect size for the cat. [Name] quickly sat down put the cat on his lap and gently dried off the cat making sure not to hurt it. “I should give you a name… what should it be?” [Name] mumbled thinking about a name for his new cat. “I can’t think of anything for now so I’ll call you meowy!” [Name] laughed.

A few minutes later [Name] started to drift off only for him to get startled by a familiar voice. “Wake up dumbass.” The voice said. [Name] opened his eyes and saw no other than Keisuke Baji. Again hooray for him. A few seconds after [Name] realized who was in front of him. “What do you want?” [Name] groaned as he reached his arms out to pet Meowy, the cat purring in response. “No what are you doing here?” Baji seriously asked.

“Jeez, your acting like you own the place. I don’t see ya Name anywhere.” [Name] sarcastically muttered. “Actually! My name is on this building!” Baji yelled victoriously as he grabbed [Name’s] hand and dragged him to the place where he put his name. “See! That means I own it!” Baji laughed, laughing even harder when he saw an expression of shock on [Name’s] face.

“Danmit!” [Name] shouted in defeat. “That makes it a tie! 49 to 49! Baji smiled. “Wait…? You remembered that argument…?” [Name] whispered. “Of course I did! We agreed first to 50 points win!” Baji boasted. “Now that I think about it, that was the first time we ever agreed on something.” Baji teased. “Crazy right! I mean don’t we hate each other?” [Name] laughed.

Hate each other? Right, Baji hated you! Right…?It’s not like you were cool, and handsome, and liked cats! Definitely not! Baji hated you so much. So why did your words make him freeze for a second. You were right weren’t you? “Hate each other?” Baji repeated. “Yeah. Don’t you hate me with every bond in your body?” [Name] worriedly asked.

“Do you actually hate me?” Baji asked

[Name] was unsure why but Baji’s words made [Name] wanted to punch him. Why would he ask such a stupid question? But that made him think, does he really hate Baji? Of course he doesn’t! Baji was just different from others. He was just heavenly for fucks sake. But you knew deep down inside it would never happen because he hated you. So just pretend you hated him back. The feeling would go away right? But [Name] was a fool to think it would.

Before [Name] realized it, a punch was being delivered to Baji’s face. “Of course I don’t hate you!” [Name] yelled getting punched by Baji on his face. “Then why do you act like you do?” Baji shouted. “Because you pretended like I never existed to you!” [Name] said punching Baji back as he felt his lip quiver. “I thought that if I started to hate you back then I wouldn’t love you anymore!” [Name] cried tears now running down his cheeks as he delivered another punch towards Baji’s face, blood coming out from his nose.

It took Keisuke a few seconds to realize what [Name] said. Love him? [Name] loved him? This had to be some sick joke. “You love me…?” Baji quickly asked gently grabbing [Name’s] hand so he wouldn’t leave. “Of course I do! But you hate me!” [Name] yelled before he got away from Baji’s grasp taking his cat and Bag now running away from Baji crying and angry.

As [Name] and Baji got further and further away they started to realize more and more that both of them fucked up.

While [Name] ran home the only thing that went through his head was that he was a fucking idiot. And Baji. He realized that Baji might never talk to him again, it was all his fault. And the worst one of them all. He confessed to Baji! His life was over!

So who better than to tell than his best friends?

[Name] quickly got home making sure that meowy was okay then got on his bed and dialed Nahoya’s line.

“We got here as soon as possible!” Souya panted. “So what happened between you and Baji?” Nahoya asked, as [Name] started to talk about what happened between him an Baji, getting in between explaining. “He really hates me now and it’s all my fault!” [Name] cried as he buried his face in his hands. “Baji’s in the wrong here [Name]!” Souya said trying to comfort his friend. “Don’t worry though. We’re gonna protect you from that black haired bitch!” Nahoya reassured making his friend laugh a bit.

Baji felt horrible. He didn’t know that [Name] liked him back. If he knew that [Name] liked him then things could’ve been different, but their not. [Name] hates him and it’s his fault. When he got home he quickly rushed to Chifuyu’s door. “I fucked up big time Chifuyu!” Baji said grabbing Chifuyu’s shoulders and looking at him with a disappointed expression on his face. “Lay down and tell me what happened between you and [Name] this time?” Chifuyu said unfazed ready to give his friend advice.

“Holy shit, so that really happened to you two…?” Chifuyu asked shocked from hearing what happened. “Yeah! And I feel really shitty about it!” Baji exclaimed as he petted Peke-j’s fur. “Confront him.” Chifuyu seriously stated as he spun around in his chair. “I can’t just do that!” Baji cried out. “Look do you want [Name] to still talk to you or not?” Chifuyu said while he stopped spinning and looked at Baji directly. “Fine…” Baji muttered.

For the next week it was surprisingly calm and quiet. [Name] and Baji weren’t arguing during toman meetings. (Which was extremely weird to Toman not knowing what happened.) Baji never got to see [Name] at Toman meetings due to Souya and Nahoya guarding [Name] and it pissed Baji off. “He’s ignoring me! It’s because of the twins!” Baji whined as he jabbered on about his day. “I told you to confront him! Just do it when they’re not around.” Chifuyu said. “Chifuyu you’re a fucking genius!” Baji smiled before running towards [Name’s] house. ‘He just fucking ditched me…’ Chifuyu thought. “I’ll just hang out with Takemichi instead.

When Baji started to get closer and closer to [Name’s] apartment building he started to regret doing this more and more. “Fuck this.” Baji whispered to himself before knocking on [Name’s] door expecting him to answer. “What do you want?” Nahoya coldly said. “I’m here to talk to [Name].” Baji replied back. “He doesn’t wanna tal-” Nahoya said back to get cut off by [Name], “Baji…? Why are you here?” He asked pushing Nahoya out the way. “I have to tell you something important I need to tell you.” Baji muttered.

“I needed to tell you something too. Let’s take a walk to the vending machine.” [Name] said as him and Baji started to walk. “I wanted to apologize for punching you the other day…I was just so-so fuckin emotional!” [Name] apologized. “No, I’m sorry for treating you like shit from the start. I-If I knew you liked me back things would be different!” Baji said as he fumbled with his words.

It took [Name] a few seconds to comprehend what Baji just said but when he did he just looked at him with shock. “You like me Back?” [Name] said in shock. “This might sound weird but…” Baji said as he stopped walking making [Name] stop to. “I think I like you! I like like you!” Baji explained, his hands having a soft grip on your shoulders as he started at you with passion.

Now tears were streaming down [Name’s]. And he was unsure why. Was it because Baji confessed to him? Or were these sad tears? Was it because he thought Baji deserved better than him?

“You’re so stupid!” [Name] cried as he attempted to punch Baji but failed. “Y-You deserve bet-” [Name] sobbed only for Baji to give him a long warm hug. “You’re literally fuckin perfect, so don’t say dumb shit like that.” Baji reassured, trying the best to calm down the crying boy.

“Sooo, are you two a thing now? Souya asked making [Name] and Baji break apart from each other. “Well are we…?” [Name] whispered hoping to get a yes from Baji. “Yeah, we are. What about it?” Baji asked now looking at Souya and Nahoya holding [Name’s] hand softly. “Finally! You two were so fucking oblivious!” Nahoya yelled in relief. “Yo, wanna ditch these two n have our first date?” [Name] asked while dragging Baji to where his bike was.

“Bye bye losers!” Baji yelled sticking his tongue out at the twins. Only for them to flip Baji off. “Haha very funny Baji.” [Name] said before they drove off to god knows where.

When [Name] and Baji first started dating Baji never realized that [Name] was a reckless idiot.

“Yo Keisuke! I can 100 percent guarantee you that I could do a quadruple flip!” [Name] boasted only for his boyfriend to give him a look of confusion. “What the fuck is a quadruple flip?” Keisuke asked raising his eyebrow. “I don’t fucking know! But we’re about to find out!” [Name] said giving Keisuke a thumbs up.

“You’re gonna get hurt.” Keisuke said but [Name] was already stretching. “Watch as your amazing boyfriend does a quadruple flip!” [Name] yelled.

He didn’t even get past three fucking flips

“I told you that you were gonna get hurt!” Keisuke scolded before pressing a ice pack on [Name’s] forehead, as [Name] had his head on Keisuke’s lap. “My head hurts Keisukee.” [Name] slurred. “You’ll be fine.” Keisuke said. “Kei, can you kiss my forehead it’ll make it feel better!” [Name] asked only to break out in a bright grin when he heard a yes escape Keisuke’s mouth.

Keisuke gave [Name] a small peck on his forehead and it made the boy all happy and giddy. “Thank you Keisuke! I love ya, you’re the best!” [Name] smiled. “I love you too.” Keisuke replied back giving [Name] a warm smile.

08/08/22

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tok rev #tokyo revengers manga #x male reader #anime #male reader #tok rev x male reader #anime / manga #tok rev fluff #baji keisuke #baji x male reader #nahoya kawata #souya kawata #chifuyu matsuno #baji fluff

[jksprincess10]

Dressed for revenge 15. Probation

A/N: This is the end of arc 3. Arc 4 will be the last. CW: mentions of suicide.

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Their new name is adopted by unanimity. They still have to get used to the way the name sounds in their mouth, but Joel and Ellie switched with no issues.

G becomes Em

Darlin’ becomes Emrys darlin’

27th of December 2023, community of Jackson, Ellie, Joel & Emrys’ house

They wake up to the soft sounds of a new melody and to the laughter of a teenage girl. They run down the stairs to see the cause of the noise, and they can’t help but smile when they see Joel trying to get used to his new guitar, and Ellie laughing every time he messes up.

“Bet you can’t get one chord right.” Joel says playfully.

“Guess you won’t be the one teaching me.” Her brown eyes meet Emrys’ silhouette at the bottom of the stairs. “Oh hey Em! Sorry if the old man woke you up with his bad music.”

Since the incident with Tommy and Maria, they’re quieter. Joel puts his guitar down, and Ellie picks it up instantly to try and make any coherent music with it. He kisses his partner’s forehead and brings them closer.

“Sorry for wakin’ you up.”

“It’s okay, it’s probably late.”

With a gentle hand, Joel guides them to the dining room, where there’s a leftover of thin crepes, slightly burned, probably by Joel. The smell of coffee tingles their nose.

“You should eat.” Joels sits down with them. Without much conviction, Emrys fills their plate and put a generous amount of maple syrup. “Maria was here.” They wait in silence for him to keep going. “Said it’s better if you do somethin’ else than nursing. She talked about takin’ on hunting instead. Told her you were a goddamn good shot.”

They take a bite without much appetite. “Did she give you a reason?”

“No.” They can see how he lies, how he wants to protect them.  They can read right through his deep irises.

“Joel, be honest. I know she might not like me very much.”

Joel’s hand rests on Emrys’ free hand, a defeated expression on his face.

“Not sayin’ she doesn’t like you. She thinks you might be too… sensitive. She was thinkin’ of putting you on cooking duty, I told her you’d fuckin’ despise it and burn the place down if she did that.” At that, the corner of their lips turns up into a small smile. “Tol’ her you were good at shooting with a bow… and she said she’d give you a huntin’ job. You start tomorrow.”

“So am I on probation?”

“Sort of, yeah.”  +They nod and eat a little more. “I’m sorry, Emrys darlin’.”

“It’s fine, Joel.” They take a few bigger bites, some of the syrup sticking to their lips. “You should talk to Tommy.”

“Yeah, I’m meetin’ with him tonight at the bar.”

“Okay, I’ll go to movie night with Ellie then.” They offer.

“You can rest, baby. She’s old enough to go by herself.” His thumb rests on their partner’s bottom lip, while the rest of his fingers pull them closer by the chin. He kisses them softly, tasting their sweetness and the sweetness of the syrup on their lips.

27th  of December 2023, community of Jackson, Tommy’s bar

It would be probably less awkward if the brothers were in a staring contest.

 Joel is standing in the doorway of the unopened bar, while his brother is waiting behind the bar made out of strong wood. They’re both waiting for the other to flinch.

Finally, Tommy lets out a long sigh and gestures in front of him in some vague invitation, where solid barstools are waiting for the bodies of tired men.

Joel sits down and crosses his arms over his dark green plaid dressed chest.

“I guess I was expecting you to be happy for us.” Tommy cuts to the chase, as he serves a generous glass of dark brown liquor to his older brother.

Joel scoffs and takes a long sip before responding. “M’trying to be. Had a long conversation about it with my darlin’, and they said I could be happy and sad at the same time.”  He sighs, like stating his emotion exhausted his stamina. “You were there when I lost my baby girl, Tommy. Guess I just can’t believe life goes on.”

“Knew you tried to end yours.” Tommy offers as a form of sympathy. “But there’s an after, Joel.”

“You’re young an’ all, brother. It’s hard for an ol’ man like me to get used to this after.”

“Aren’t you tryin’ to build one, though? With…” Tommy says as he pours himself a glass.

“Emrys.” Joel finishes and takes another sip.

“Emrys. Not Ghost?”

“Found ‘em a new name that felt more… alive.”

“Got it.” He says, even if he didn’t. “Don’t you want kids with…”

Joel stops him. “S’hard, Tommy. I’m too old, and they can’t. They went through horrible shit. That’s why they ran away when you talked about pregnancy. They… They ended up in a fucking cult. For 15 years, they got used and abused by some God-ass-licker. And when those assholes couldn’t do what they wanted with them? They took their fuckin’ uterus.”

Tommy stays silent in his guilt, fidgeting with his glass, the liquid swirling.

“I’m fine with what we have. With Ellie and all. She really likes Emrys, and I’m glad I don’t have to do this alone anymore. I love them too. So much. M’not askin’ you to understan’. Hell… I could barely get it at first, but Ellie explained everything to me. T’just what they are.” Joel downs the rest of his whiskey and sets down his glass a bit abruptly. “So when you come into our family, don’t you dare disrespect them.”

The Millers don’t apologize, that’s not how they do it. Tommy acknowledges what his older brother said with a quiet nod, and watches as Joel closes the door behind him.

Joel walks quickly through the few meters separating him from his newly found home; his breath forming clouds in the cold hair. When he gets home, they’re waiting in the living room, legs crossed on the couch while they’re doodling on some paper he found for them. Emrys smiles as they see Joel kicking off his boots, their joy lit by the warm fire burning in the fireplace.

“How did it go?” They ask as Joel slumps down beside them, watching over their shoulder. But they hide their drawing, putting it face down on the table. “Hmhm, don’t look.”

“Won’t tell ya if you don’t show me.” Joel teases.

They roll their eyes. “Real mature, old man.” But they hand him the drawing, where he can see the sketch of a profile, with hesitant strokes and lots of erasing. He can see bright eyes, but weighted down by crinkles, a patchy beard, and a half-erased bridge of a nose.

“S’that me?” There’s some endearment in the way he asks.

“I’m trying, can’t get your nose right.” They sigh.

“You’ll need another full page for my nose, darlin’.” He jokes and leans down to press a kiss on their cheek, his cold nose caressing the warmth of their pink cheek. “I love it.”

“Love your nose.” They punctuate their compliment by pressing their finger on the tip of his nose. “Now, your part of the deal, hm?”

“It went alright. Explained a bit of how you are you and tol’ him not to come here and disrespect my darlin’.”

“So everything’s okay?”

“Yes.” With a sigh of relief, Emrys lays their head on Joel’s thighs. His hand caresses the small spikes of wild hair that’s growing there. “You wan’ me to shave it?” Joel asks.

“Hmmm. Not yet. I wanna see if I can get a cool haircut and not sure I can trust you with that.”

As he lets out a laugh, Ellie barges through the door. “MOVIE WAS BORING AS FUCK. You wouldn’t have liked it Em’.”

“Language.”

“Yeah yeah.” Ellie says as she slumps down on the free chair. “Was a love story. Blergh. If I wanted to see people slurping each other’s face, I’d just stay at home, thank you.”

Emrys throws a pencil at her. “Hey!”

Is that what after felt like?

Joel smiles quietly at the duo’s shenanigans.

 28th of December 2023, a forest near the community of Jackson

A rabbit jumps in the snow. Disappears in its white coat.

A man is standing in front of a tree, waiting. Evaluating the new hunter’s worth.

An immortal ghost shoots in the tree, right by the man’s ear. He jumps, curses.

“Do you still need me to prove my worth or we can get to fucking work, now?”

“Fuck. Let’s get to work.” He takes the arrow from the tree’s flesh and gives it back.

With an arrogant smile, Emrys takes it back from Tommy. “Good.”

28th of December 2023, community of Jackson

When they get back from their successful hunt with a handful of small preys, they’re stopped by panicked residents.

Shadows of people being seen too close to the community.

Rumors of an emergency town meeting as soon as possible.

Whispers of a war.

#dressed for revenge

[snail-eggs]

untitled 01 | 02.05.2023

synopsis: Overwriting V means some things slip through, even if Johnny doesn't want them to. a/n: fun fact: I meant to post this little character study like a month ago but I chickened out. In retrospect, I actually really like it even if I pantsed the whole thing and have no idea what to do with it now . Enjoy a kind of messy silverv snippet with some implied Johnny/OFC. make sure to check ao3 for tags and warnings. stay safe and read at your own discretion :)

She sounds just like her.

Something in the cadence of her voice as she curses his name, his violation of her mind. He’s heard it all before. 

You ruined me, you killed me. She isn’t the first to say it. 

He phases into existence. Blue like looking at a neon sign with your eyes blurred, blue like a screen that’s given up. He can’t truly touch anything but he feels it. Feels it all through her. It's all so far away, so visceral and soft at the same time. He feels the steering wheel give in under her tight grip. He can feel her mind.

He wants to rip that chip right out of her fucking head. 

He’s seeping into her. Overwriting her. 

The funny thing is, he can’t say it's something he hasn’t done before. Just more literal, this. But he remembers her. Remembers how he picked her up off the side of the road and tainted her existence. Her legacy. Then, he resented her for it — for becoming the creature he made her. 

Johnny’s always been a bit of a hypocrite.

V doesn’t take the pills to keep him at bay anymore. Says “It feels wrong,” and doesn’t say much else about it. He watches the side of her face from the passenger seat as she breathes. Breathes for them both. He knows her like how you know something in a dream. Everything just is.

She looks like her too. He can’t stand the sight of her. 

“Can you please get lost for five fuckin’ minutes?” He doesn’t want to hear her say anything ever again. 

This is his penance. For the life he led, for the way he destroyed her. Her. He can’t bring himself to think of her name now, to speak it aloud, for he knows V like he knows himself — like blinking. They bleed into each other too much and he’d die another million deaths before he shares her with anyone. 

A smirk starts to creep up on V’s face. Real mean, like she’s finally had enough of him. Like she’s experienced each thought of his for herself. Nothing is sacred anymore. 

“You think she felt anything? You know, when you died?” He’s been sharing her the entire time. “If I was Jessie,” his organic hand clenches into a fist. He cannot feel it, he feels V’s hand come up to her chest instead. “I wouldn’t have.” V shrugs. They’re crossing over into Pacifica and neither of them knows why.

“You don’t know shit.”

“I know everything.” She’s heard her voice — Jessie’s voice — in her head since that first night with Johnny. She’s seen her face, all the hazy, nostalgic visions of it. V knows how it started, how it all ended. She knows because he knows and they are nothing if not the same person at this point. 

V knows that she would have felt something. In Jessie’s shoes or in her own. Everything she told him at the Pistis Sophia would be a lie if she didn’t. She hopes the thought doesn’t bleed over.  

It kills V that when he sees her, listens to her, he doesn’t think of her at all. It rips her to shreds. It reminds her of Jackie. There’s a lump in her throat as she drives past the mall. It's one Johnny feels. She doesn’t give him the relief of making it go away, she lets him sit with it. They both suffer.

Her hand searches the pocket of her jacket, fingers brush against capsules. “It feels wrong,” she’d said and she meant it. It's never felt very ethical, very humane to send him away at her will. He’s a person. A parasite of a person, yes, but a person nonetheless. One with thoughts, and feelings, and V would never admit it but she misses him when he’s gone. Almost as much as she despises him when he’s present. 

“Take ‘em.” He’s bitter that she would even think about it. “Wanna get rid of me so bad, fuckin’ take ‘em.” She can’t blame him.

“Stop.” Still driving, she shuts her eyes and leans her head back on the headrest. Just for a second. “Please, Johnny. Just stop.”

He phases out to wherever he goes inside her mind. Blue like lines of code in a void of black, blue like the sky outside the windshield.

#silverv #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #apologies if this makes no sense to you #i don't really get it either #untitled. unedited.

[yanoharuhito]

is there anything i should know about this so i can avoid it later? (besides the obvious not referring to you in third person)

the first thing i should emphasize is that DID (and some kinds of OSDD) is very much a disorder that is different from delusions/delusional attachments/psychosis/etc, although they can be comorbid. in my case i don't have psychosis or related abnormalities. i think the reason why a lot of people don't fully grasp the concept of individual fragmented identities is because they see it in the same vein as psychosis. but DID is very much a complex way that the brain copes with childhood trauma, and the only way i can really fully explain it without losing a lot of the nuance is by stating truthfully that every identity/alter/part/whatever you want to call it is functionally, a different person. so, not one person who shifts personalities every so often. the differences between parts can even go as far as memories and things like that. [i actually have a lot of 'false' memories from my source. a lot of the things you see when i'm there in oddtaxi/rar i *remember* as if they happened to the body. i can't really exactly tell you why it happens, but i's common with fictives.]

speaking of fictives (fictional introjects, if ya wanna get real technical,) yeesh this is somehow a touchy subject for some people. i kind of despise having to bring it up a million times that i'm a fictive, because like, most other people don't have to do it? just to get called by their own name or talked to like a fucking person. and when i DO tell people it, a good chunk of them go on to think "ah, you're my favorite character in real life! so now i get to treat you any fuckin' way i want!" and it's GROSSSS. i hate it. i loathe the dread that hangs over me any time i interact with my source material(s), because i KNOW that at any moment some bozo could come along and get the bright idea that i'm some fleshy rp bot. i don't think you think that, but that sort of ignorance about introjects isn't always overt. a lot of the times it comes in the form of what you (and somehow, multiple other people lately) did, which is more or less approach me like i'm a 'yano fan' despite me having "I'M A FICTIVE" spelled out on my page like a neon flashing billboard.

in the end it comes down to individual boundaries. i know some fictives are okay with talking about their source in the third person. some introjects *like* some of the things i despise. and that's fucking okay. it's important to acknowledge an introject's humanity (or personhood for lack of a better word) and their identity as it relates to whatever they come from. if you don't see any indicators that they're okay/not okay with certain things and you don't know, just fuckin' ask em. no matter how source-divergent or source-compliant you might think they are.

#/nm

[kinfeelings]

30-day fictionkind challenge...all in 1 go!

My kintype is a (psychological? spiritual?) vaporeon pokémon whose sex I don't even know yet. Equal chances of being male or female. I'm trying to figure out if I'm in fact a feral one, likely abandoned someplace wild by an irresponsible human ex-owner as an eevee? Maybe?

My dysphoria is pretty light tbh. I used to absolutely despise being human when I was younger and full of debilitating self-hatred. I've gotten much better and healed since then, and I accept that I live in a human body; it's really not so bad. Hence why I call myself "alterhuman" instead of just "nonhuman" entirely. Still can't avoid nor ignore my otherness though, and I don't want to.

I am exclusively open with only some of my online circles about being alterhuman. Nobody I know IRL would understand at all. I'm okay with keeping certain things to myself.

I participate in the Pokémon fandom regularly! I play the games, occasionally watch the anime, and make my own AUs and fanfics and fanart. It's fun.

I often fictionflicker! Mostly for two particular (and very AU) protagonists (Randy Cunningham from RC9GN, and Jack Spicer from Xiaolin Showdown) of my biggest fanfiction/crossover project Retoldverse which I have a blog for here: @retoldverse-crossover-au. It's not a sideblog, I made my own separate new email/account for it to be its own mainblog. Not extremely active but ok I'm done self-plugging...as for other flickers, do other pokémon species count lol?

When I was a teen on Tumblr I gradually began hearing about "otherkin" and after while the mentions became so frequent on my dash, not always in a good light, that I decided to look into 'em and I at first was leery because it seemed very mockable but at the same time the notion seemed familiar to me in a strange way. I must've been...16 maybe? Maybe a little younger. I've been here ever since.

My introduction to fictionkin was basically what I said in #6 lol.

I am similar to vaporeon in that I like being in pools, rivers, and beaches. I can't fuckin' swim though...I sink like a rock whenever I try.

I don't look anything like a vaporeon whatsoever.

@aestherians

I know/have seen a bunch of fictionkin of all kinds.

Never had a canonmate. It would be nice to have at least one.

I doubt it's possible for there to be a double of my kintype because I am just a random vaporeon, not canon to any existing media at all.

Shifts are nice. I get them most often when I'm in or near a body of moving freshwater, less so but still noticeably when I'm in a manmade pool, or when I'm watching environment ambience videos about lakes/river sounds/visuals on YouTube. It can also happen randomly, just springing up on me suddenly.

I don't like KFF, especially not the ones who actually know and understand what they're doing and still do it anyway.

I like symbols/flags/etc. They're neat.

I used to think my kintype was spiritual but now I'm not so sure. More likely psychological and parallel-lifey?

It definitely has something to do with my neurodivergence yeah. I'm autistic.

Nobody's ever pointed out to me that I'm "like a vaporeon" in any sense.

I would like to buy more vaporeon merch one day, probably stuff from Etsy. I have an art charm of a normal vaporeon and a shiny one on the opposite side attached to my wallet currently, I bought it from the Etsy store LoafiDoodles. Totally recommend!

I can't really think of anything I'd change about the fictionkin community tbh.

I appreciate the open-mindedness of the fictionkin community in general, and also in the entire otherkin umbrella.

I can get pretty obsessive over Pokémon in all honesty lol.

The worst anti-fictionkin take I've seen is one we're probably all familiar with: "You're delusional, you're schizophrenic, you're trying and wanting to be something you're not." I hate hearing it.

Haven't seen any "best" anti-fictionkin arguments, imo.

I like listening to environmental ambience of running freshwater like I said before. Not really music except for abstractly.

Sea lions!

I have a favorites folder on DeviantArt just for vaporeon fanart that I really love.

I love fish tacos and I like to float in swimming pools and wade in rivers whenever I get the chance to and the weather is right.

It's pretty cool being a vaporeon, overall. I wouldn't change it.

Link to the blank challenge.

Did it all in a single post because I'd most certainly forget to complete it day-by-day if I did it the normal way.

#challenge #vaporeon #ansel speaks #old

[srslysierraa]

Oh! No no darling! I was the stupid one who didn't see what I wrote, I'm so sorry for the confusion (I'm so embarrassed rn) TT

I meant fem! HUMAN*! reader. Again im sorry :(

Twist Of Fate.

Prompt ;; what happens when you wake up realizing you're at the mercy of an actual demon? Would you be scared? Frightened? Traumatized? Well, the situation is definitely concerning, even more so when the very same familiar face you've lost long ago went out of his way to save you.

Type ;; hcs, comfort, alastor getting angry for you, harsh words, a bit of gore.

Chars. Involved ;; alastor [hazbin hotel]

A/N ;; yes i used the same header pic as another one of my writings, I'm in too much of a not mood to actually make another one pls forgive me. Other than that I'm so sorry for not posting that much — or at all these past few days, i haven't had any energy to do so. But I'm slowly getting it again and this hcs were a bomb to write, so pls enjoy ^^

Heavy breathing.

Crimson red walls.

Hands tied together with a big puffy bow to decorate just how much it hurts your wrists.

And the very not human like creature in front of you.

You couldn't even open your eyes wide enough to see who it is, or what they look like. Not like you'll recognize em with how they currently look anyways.

Apparently they're someone you used to know- well, more like someone you used to despise has been sent down to Hell.

Meh, not that surprising.

What catches your attention more is how you got down there, a very much living breathing human just trying to live your life and not knowing what the fuck this is.

Are you dead? Then why do you still look like a human? Or at least your hands looks like human hands.

Are you sure this ain't a case where they misjudged you and you're supposed to be in Heaven?

Your mind blanked for a second, tired from wringling around in your tied down fetal position as the monstrosity in front of you prances around the room.

You could barely make out what they said, speaking about how you got kidnapped and brought here.

Turns out you got into a feud with your old enemy's best friend or something like that? So now they're mad at you for it?

Huh, no wonder the very displeasing attitude radiating from the stupid person(?) Thing? In front of you was familiar.

You wanted to mock them but held back on the idea, as much as it would make you feel good you're still not sure how capable they are.

Not to mention you're literally tied down.

They insulted you. Bringing up all the times you've been quote-on-quote "ruining their life and it's their time to ruin yours". Hands on your face as it almost choked you from the way they're picking up your face despite the position.

Is this how it's actually going to end? Sharp nails digging in the side of your face as your past and present enemy laughs at your misery?

And in Hell out of all places?

You're not sure how you'll get out or if you even able to, but right then and there something happened.

click

The sound of the doorknob turning caused both you and the demon in front of you to look back, only to be met with absolutely nothing.

A shiver ran down your spine, before-

riiip

This time, it sounded like fabric or a rope. With a hint of excitement and hope you look down, somehow, your hands were.. free?

You looked around for a hint of who might be helping you at the moment, but nothing was on sight.

The one who kidnapped you though, they were far from happy.

"What the fuck did you do." It sounded more a demand than a question, as they back you to a corner. "You really do want to die huh?!"

Claws out and sharp almost blade-like nails came to greet you hello, as they point one of their fingers to your neck.

"Should've fuckin' killed you when i got the chance, bitch." They hissed, slowly walking forward. And then they smirked.

The sharp thin blades swinged themselves towards you, pointed exactly at your neck and face. And-

SLASH

The sound ringed grotesquely in your ears as you instantly closed your eyes, hands shaking and mouth ajar as you steadied your breathing.

Wait.

Your breathing?

2 seconds passed, and no, this isn't a delay at all. You were,, alive? Surprisingly. So what was that sound?

A deep breath was taken as you mentally prepared yourself to open your eyes, maybe you really have been slashed to pieces, bloodied body and ripped skin and the only thing keeping the illusion of safety was you keeping yourself in a bubble of your mind as you let your eyes close.

Maybe you'll feel the excruciating pain after this moment where you opened your eyes.

But the image in front of you was anything than you imagined.

The one torned apart wasn't you, it was them.

One giant black spike presented itself with the opportunity of going through your Kidnapper's body from the ground up, piercing a hole through it.

Then, a hand. Slim fingers entangling themselves around their neck as a crackle can be heard from what you assumed was the hand's owner putting so much force as to break what's in their grasp.

Then, a glimpse. You hear more cruel actions as you felt limp, legs deactivating below you while the scenery of your enemy's head getting pierced was being presented as you fall. And then the face of the wrongdoer.

Red coat and a cheeky smile, sly expression and something so familiar that you can't exactly explain.

And then darkness as a thud was heard from the trauma you just created purely based what you just witnessed, the malfunction of your brain to comprehend what happened caused your body to shut down, until you wake up in a comfortable bed.

You felt like you just went through Hell, both figuratively and literally. Cold drops of sweat rolling down your face were visible as you looked into the mirror.

And his reflection was there.

Startled, you turned back, but the familiarity of the man was no doubt something you've seen, so you slowly crawled back.

"Now, now, dear!"

The cheerfulness of the voice caught you off guard, as heavy breathing of your own accompanied his chirping.

"Am i not gonna get a thank you? I did save you after all!"

It striked you so fast you didn't even realize it till you say it, you're not sure you're right but,

"..Alastor?" "There it is, my beloved (Y/n)! My nonexistent heart was about to break at the thought of my sweetheart forgetting me. Now, how do you do, Princess?"

Fear and relief rushed through you, as you freezed at the image of your long lost.. friend? You have always developed a crush for Alastor, and though never told him, you were almost positive he knew. In fact, you kinda hoped that he would return those feelings, which made his death all the more sadder for you.

"Lost for words, i presume?" "..you, saved me?" "Indeed-y!" "How?"

You blurted up, but his eyes only find their ways to yours. "Some things are better left unsaid, darling." He commented, taking his staff as he opens back a portal to his realm.

"Wait- uh." "Hm?" "Are you... going?"

Another smile. God you hated it, and as different his appearance be, it still has that stupid charm of his. How can you resist?

"Nonsense! I'll always be with you one way or another, Darling. Don't forget that."

He says as he steps into the portal, leaving you behind as you sit uncomfortably in your bed. As you were about to lay down in what you assume was another dream, something catches your eye.

Is that, a shadow?

#hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #the radio demon #angel dust #hazbin niffty #charlie magne

[dienamights]

A Reverberate Lullaby | K.Bakugou

✎ The echoing howls stalk you, a ghost hunched on your shoulders, wailing like a child calling for rescue, who cries with no tears. Chanting for a hero that is willing to pick up the pieces of its soul and being, yet it is only left to wither. For the ghost has lost faith that such others exist and can only be cured by finding them, for you are the ghost of your world and love is the only true exorcist.

✎ Protagonists: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader.

✎ Word count: 4.1K

✎ Category: hurt/comfort, Implied Mature Content MDNI, Prohero!au, Established relationship!au

✎ Caution(!): Implied Mature Content MDNI, mention of depressive state, toxic family, toxic coping mechanism, mention of reader’s weight gain and thoughts about self worth. Please keep in mind while every person’s reaction to depression is different, don’t belittle anyone’s battle when you don’t understand it.

✎ Author’s notes: Hello! Hope everyone’s taking care! Still on hiatus BUT I’m here to post my contribution to the Mental Health Awareness collab by @doinmybesthere​ ! This has been in the works for a while because I kept scarping ideas for triggering me lmao. This piece is very personal to me and I’m glad I am able to share my experience with you all, I hope that it might help anyone out there in reaching out and asking for help because I know how difficult and scary it might be! Please check out everyone’s contribution that they worked so hard for! kisses kisses take care!

OOH ALSO! Thank you so much for 900 followers aaaaaah! You’re all so amazing and if anyone has suggestions for an event to hold in June lemme know! I’ll also think of some ideas

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The morning sun barely rises and peaks through your blinds, sunshine starting to kiss at your cheeks as you squint at the light, the room welcoming the warmth that is being brought into it after the evening’s chill that made you curl tighter in on yourself, clasping whatever heat you could muster than to turn around and find it in the heating pad of a body that lays next to you. 

An alarm only just rings before quickly being shut off, followed by the creaking of the bed when the person behind you shifts, shifts again, another time, before getting up and stalking to the bathroom, after letting an elongated sigh when they sit at the edge of the bed, not acknowledging your presence accompanying theirs. The door clicking closed before the trickling of water fills the quiet room.

Your clock reads 5 am when you squint at it, and you blink at the time before you go on with your routine, setting up breakfast while your boyfriend gets ready to go to work. 

Oddly enough, you don’t really quite remember when you started working on the food, all that you could see in front of you is nothing but a scene that looks like it’s out of a broken TV - there’s just so much static. The voices are distorted, as if they’re coming from a defective radio.

“Listen, this ain’t about me, this is about you and how you-”

“What about me? Huh? That you see me as nothing but a burden? No, you can say it-”

“You wanna hear me fuckin’ say it then fine! This is about you sitting on yer ass all day obsessing over her while she wouldn’ give you the time of day y/n. When will you fuckin’ realize that?”

The scene blurs and sways, and you feel your mind run at a speed you didn’t know it could muster, and you’re unable to keep up with it. The knife in your hand shakes vigorously and barely misses your fingers when you bring it down to cut the vegetables.

The sound of the bedroom door shutting closed alerts you, straightening your back when you hear the drop of your boyfriend’s gauntlet by his chair at the dining table. Katsuki approaches you with careful steps, his still ungloved hand circles your waist before pressing his lips to your temple, a gruff greeting of a whisper laced in between.

“G’morning.”

The familiar scent of caramel mixed in with his aftershave welcomes you, wraps around you and cradles you, promising everlasting safety and happiness. Yet, your heart wrenching sobs and muffled crash of your laptop against your floor that rings in your ears tell a different story, shrieking at you, roaring about your failures, mocking your entire existence.

“Made gohan, should be ready in a minute.” you mumble back, posture stiff at the close proximity of Katsuki and you feel the curl of his lips in displeasure pressing into your temple from both not reciprocating his greeting and your choice of meal for the morning. “You don’ eat gohan,” 

“s’why I’m making it.” The quick retreat from your figure is like a slap to your face, and you barely stop yourself from reaching out and forcing his arms back around you. Because it's the bite in his voice that halts your movement. 

“You’re still going?” you finally turn to take a look at him, the garnets in his eyes shifting, bleeding from hurt, betrayal, confusion, you really weren’t sure. And by God you had no energy left to try and figure out. “Yes I’m still going Katsuki, they’re my-”

“Yer really listenin’ to the bullshit spillin’ outta ya? This isn’t about em being your family y/n, we’ve been through with it already.” the space between you two feels like endless miles, pieces of the broken bridge you both worked so hard to build the only evidence of it ever being there, the rest crumbling into the valley in between your bodies.

“No, you’ve been through with it, I just wanna make things right, m-maybe I can fix it”

“It ain’t yours to fix y/n, when will you realize that?”

“No!” there you go again, sobbing pathetically. “W-why can’t I have a family, huh? Why- why can’t I, fuck, have a family that just loves and supports me a-and just doesn’t- ” your voice croaks, not failing to notice how Katsuki stepped away from the wreck in front of him. Probably having had enough of you, had enough of how troubling and bothersome you are, probably wondering how he got roped with all your shit and got dragged into your mess of a life.

His hands feel like scolding fire when they’re placed on your shoulders, halting their shaking as you cry into the palm of your hand to muffle the sobs, a habit Katsuki has been working so hard on to help you overcome, saddened to see you try and hide your vulnerability from him.

“Because they never made an effort, so why should you?” The tugging at your heart burns, the swallowed sobs feel like needles prickling at your lungs, making breathing feel like an impossible chore. You can’t help but feel restrained whenever you’re presented with the truth, especially unfiltered and unsugarcoated like right now, you know he’s right, you’ve known he was right a long time ago, but admitting it out loud just felt borderline impossible. 

So you do what you do best, push him away, all the strength you can muster barely budges his figure, the meal forgotten on the counter as you run and lock the bedroom door on yourself.

Your footsteps feel heavy, dreading the topics and scenes you’re bound to relive. The grip on the strap of your shoulder bag tightening as you push the glass door open. A sigh escapes past your lips again as you enter the restaurant, half-heartedly smiling at the hostess before making your way inside to look for them.

It’s always the same scenery, the kind that always makes you want to run away to the other direction instead of being dragged down into whatever hell this is. And you pause to question yourself, again, why you actually agreed to put yourself out there.

There they are, seated in the four person table, with two empty seats, one for yourself and the other for the sibling your mother always hoped to have instead of you.

Your mother’s pursed lip could be seen from where you stand at the entrance, the clicking of her tapping foot sounding as bad as grinding metals in your ear, you hate it, despise it

It’s the same clicking you learned to memorize, to anticipate, to fear, when she passed by your room, the clicking that made you smother your face in your pillows and swallow your sobs, because the sound of you crying brought her more distress and annoyance than concern for her daughter.

With another tug at the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, you approach the table, hugging your father when he stands up and nodding to your mom when she eyes your figure.

“Good morning mother. It’s good to see you.”

“What’s wrong with your hair?”

Here we go, you breathe out before tugging at a strand of hair, spitting out your words “nothing’s wrong with it.”

“Then why does it look awful like that?”

There are times like these where you are left to question your reasoning for accepting whatever invitation you received from your parents to have brunch with them after all those months, a moment of weakness deceiving you into believing it was better than to spend it in your empty apartment, with the silence that ate away at your sanity every second. The only evidence of life in it other than yours was the recently cleaned dishes and the note thanking you for the meal, the promise of cuddles and movies tonight making you gain just a little more patience, barely.

You refrain from answering, your response is to lower your head, drag the dining chair before plopping on it, a dreary sigh escaping your lips as you scoot your chair closer to the table. Your mother never changes, it’s been a while since you were able to move out of her home, and while your father tries to tell you that these brunches are a way to reconnect with them, you yourself know that it’s merely a chance for your mother to nitpick at everything you ever did or are doing since you left.

“How have you been y/n.” your father smiles at you, both of you ignoring the sound of your mother kissing her teeth when her attempted jab at you is ignored. “Uh, I uh I’ve been good, I just wrapped up with my exams and so far things have been-” 

“How is your hero boyfriend?” 

For a second, you contemplate whether to ignore her question and keep conversing with your dad, dreading the questions that are to be pushed your way regarding Katsuki, of which will be used as bragging material for when she meets whatever group of friends she associates herself with, but you know better than to ignore her with the way she gets when she isn’t fed with attention. 

“He’s uh, good.”

“Why isn’t he here today? What, too good to meet us?” your mother nags, and for the love of God, would that fucking clicking ever stop?

“No, he’s doing his job of, you know, being a hero.”

“Is he now? Well, what about you, hm?” She cocks her head as her nails tap the table. ”Did you think your father and I wouldn’t figure out you got fired?”

“How-” the gritting of your teeth is deafening at this point, your jaw clenching so tightly as you and your mother stare each other down. “Your dad pulled some strings, it isn’t that hard. So tell me, you like leeching off of him after you were done with us?”

“This isn’t, I just- I was- I, I had a lot of university work piling up a-and I couldn’t make time for my shifts and I just, it was just so hard for me to get out of bed these days and I.” why are you doing this? Why are you explaining yourself to people that don’t deserve it? Why are you feeding off of their acceptance, knowing damn well you never got it, and that thing was never gonna change. 

“Oh, I don’t wanna hear about you not getting out of bed, you’re here now aren’t you? This is all in your head y/n. You need to stop talking nonsense, what’re people gonna say about you, about me, when they hear you?” 

It feels just like yesterday, your figure standing and facing your full length mirror, your reflection eyeing you with identical vacant eyes. Fingers running through your bed head, a wince escaping you at the movement. Bringing your hand up and catching a glimpse of a slight swollen purple bruise along your wrist and the dried blood on your knuckles, the skin stretching upon rotating your wrist and causing notable pain.

Alas, that pain paled in comparison to when your mom barged into your room, blaming you for the way you were acting and belittling your reasoning. Beckoning your father over to replace your broken vanity and for your house maid to disinfect the space, the place sparkling clean and void of any evidence of what had transpired the day prior. 

The shattered glass was picked up and thrown out, the splatters of blood were wiped clean, and whenever you brought up, what your mom refers to as ‘the temper tantrum’, you’re ignored by both your parents as they continued about their day, fearing the shame it would bring upon their name if the event was to catch others’ attention. 

“Good morning! I’ll be your server for the day. What can I get you?” the foreign voice sounds more comforting than your own mother’s, and you almost laugh at the irony of it, but you only return her smile and take a look at the menu. Lighting up a smidge at the name of one of the dishes, while your parents place their order.

“Can I please get the soufflé pancake?” you look up to catch the horrified look on your mother’s face, followed by her clicking her tongue and shaking her head as if your choice of food was shameful. 

“Certainly-”

“Uh, no she won’t be having that. Get her the Honzen Ryori,” your mother eyed your figure -whatever was visible to her from across the table- before turning to face the server again “maybe cut down on the rice, God knows she doesn’t need the extra calories.” and waves her off, disregarding your protests and tapping her nail against the table top, her annoying method in demanding your silence, which you subconsciously react to, snapping your mouth shut when the sound reaches your ears.

“What was that for? You know I like having sweet breakfasts,” was fuming even close to what you are feeling? Probably not. “Yes I can clearly see that, you’ve let yourself go as well. Do you think that boyfriend of yours will stick around when you start putting on even more weight?”

At a loss for words, you turn to your father, who has been quiet this whole time, for any sense of support when it comes to his wife. But the way he presses his lips together tells you all you need to know, how just because he isn’t bad as her, doesn’t make him that great of a parent. That standing by while you have been bullied your entire childhood and well into your adulthood is just as bad as being the cause of it. 

“God forbid he realizes how much of a train wreck you really are and throws you on the side of the street, because you know damn well we won’t be here to pick you up.”

It began as a whispering in the air. The day had been beautiful -well, as beautiful as it can be with the kind of day you’re having- and the sky was like a dome of plasma-blue. The clouds had looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming disc of sun. People quickened their pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky. The postcard-perfect sky started changing. The beautiful cocktail-blue shade merged in with the flaming orange and mesmerizing purple as the sun sunk deep into the horizon, before beginning to darken into gravel-grey. Large pillows of cloud start to form, blocking out the old-gold color of the sun.

The first splatter of rain hits you when you’re halfway across the street, dismissing the need to take shelter under the roof of the buildings like some passersby are doing, hoping to see out the shower. Droplets of moisture begin to drip onto your head, sprinkling onto you like a gardener’s hose. It was well after your meal with your parents, and you had spent the last few hours walking aimlessly through the streets, making sure to avoid those covered by your boyfriend during his patrol. Hoping, praying, that something will clear your head, will help your poor jumbled mess of a mind forget about this entire nightmare of a day.

Should’ve listened to him 

The rainfall intensifies, the drops drumming against the hood of the cars that you pass by, there is so much rain that the sound blurs into one long, whirring noise, reminding you of the blades of the fan that you stuck your finger in, that one time when you were left alone in your house when you were only five years of age. Eventually, they fade into a musical chime as you push your drenched hair away from your face and feel the vibration from your phone as it rings the ninth, maybe tenth time. 

He told me so. 

Tall apartment complex building; you couldn’t see its end from where you stand. You shiver as you approach it, the doorman - bless his heart - running and placing his umbrella to futilely shield you from the rain, and you just laugh and tell him that you’re already drenched and just waiting to go back home.

God forbid he realizes how much of train wreck I am

Not wanting to dampen the people at the elevator and make them uncomfortable, you take the stairs up to your shared apartment, you usually don't mind the exercise but with how heavy you feel after the rain and day spent up on your sore feet, all you think about is locking yourself in your room and discover what kind of new façade could you try and fool Katsuki with when he reaches home.

Just how I trick him into thinking I’m not with him to leech off of him

Eventually and with a struggle, you make it to the door, dreading the sight you might come to face, almost hoping for a black hole to emerge and swallow you whole.

What would people say about me? Do people think I’m crazy?

With a forced exhale out of your lungs, you fetch the key from your bag to unlock the door, but it’s wrenched open before you have a chance to insert your key.

“Where the hell have you been?” 

Your eyes meet the beautiful rubies of Katsuki, and despite his anger that always overcompensates his worry, you smile and throw yourself on him. The shivering ceasing when he wraps his warm arms around you and that loving caramel scent engulfs you, in spite of how your hair is drenching his shirt and how you sniff against his neck.

“You need a shower, you’re shivering.”

“Take one with me?” you look up at him through your lashes, and he blinks at your uncharacterized boldness but agrees nonetheless, helping you out of your clothes and turning on the hot water before stepping in with you.

It is a struggle to help you clean up when all you do is grab at him, whether they’re your hands on his shoulders to lower him to kiss you, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your breasts against him, or palming his hardening cock as the poor man tries to shampoo your hair.

“Would ya knock it off? I’m tryna help you here shitty woman” you frown and squint your eyes when the shampoo gets close to them. “I wanna have sex.” 

“Yea I can fuckin tell, just lemme-” you bring his arms down and press his palms to your boobs, letting go of his wrist when he starts squeezing at them. “Do you not want to?” he gulps, his dick twitching at the feeling of your soft mounds in his hands, your nipples covered up by the suds from the shampoo, as your finger traces the underside of his cock. “Yeah, I uh, fuck, I do, just- you need to wash up so you don’t get sick, alright?”

“Do you not think I’m pretty anymore?” you pout childishly, tears threatening to escape your eyes, and they burn as you close them when he washes the product out of your hair, a deep frown on his lips when you open your eyes back again. “The fuck you on about? That rain really fucked with ya?”

“Are you gonna get rid of me when you realize how much of a mess I am?” you whisper, your voice muffled under the sound of the shower above you, and you keep quiet as he helps you scrub your body, but your boyfriend is observant, he isn’t fucking dense.

“What do you want, right now?” he lowers himself to your level when he’s done, his hands stroking your cheeks as he eyes the way the water droplets cling to your lashes, but still not missing the red rimming around your eyes.

“I just wanna for- I uh, I wanna have sex.” you mumble, a plea hidden underneath your words, a plea to help you forget, to help you bury this day behind you and pretend it never happened.

What you don’t expect is the way that Katsuki pulls your naked wet body out of the bathroom and drops you on the bed, feeling your bodies dampening the bed as he hovers over you, no words are spoken between you as he kisses and nips at your skin. Marking it up and down as he all but worships your body, strands of his hair tangle between your fingers when you run your hands through it, arching your back at the feeling of his tongue tasting your slick.

He doesn’t let up until you cry out, and not in pleasure, your sobs far beyond those he loves to hear when he’s denying you an orgasm. No, they’re sobs that wreck your whole body, kicking away at his shoulders as you curl in on yourself and wail into the sheets. Sitting on his haunches on the floor, Katsuki’s eye soften at your figure, the way your shoulders are shaking and how -yet again- you’re trying to muffle your cries with the sheets this time, pressing your face against the mattress in an attempt to lower your noise, as your mother would call it.

“Hey, look at me” you feel his lips grazing your ear as he kisses it, pressing his lips against your temple, fingers unwrapping your fist against the sheet and digging into your hands and pressing kisses against the nail marks in the palm of your hands. “There she is, there’s my girl.” you hear when you lift your head from the bed, sight blurry from your shed tears but still easy to distinguish Katsuki even between billions of people.

You sniff when he kisses at your lids, groan when he chuckles and calls you ‘snot the naught’ when you wipe your nose with the back of your hand, beaming when he hears you let out one weak chuckle at the way he teases you. Still pressing his lips against any surface of skin he can reach.

“You don’t have to talk about it you know, to me at least” he mumbles to you when you’re both dressed in your sleepwear and are cuddling on the dry side of the bed, opting to change the sheet the next day. “Maybe, maybe we can get someone who can help you, you know.” you press your face deeper between his neck and shoulder, shuddering when his warm palms rub your back from under your shirt. 

“I can make some calls, get in contact with someone.” you lift your head. “But I can’t afford-” he tuts and frowns at you “None of that.” 

“Remember what I said when we agreed to move in?” you do, you just love the sound of his voice when he says it, feels like he’s making all these promises all over again. “Tell me.”

“Told ya I’d be whoever you want me to be, whoever you need me to be. I’ll be yer mom, even better than that bitch, I’ll support and love you unconditionally.” you sniff and tighten your hold against him as he presses his lips against your cheek. 

“I’d be better than yer pussy dad, you can rely on me any time and I’ll live up to all your expectations. And callin me daddy is always a plus” he tangles his legs with your own when you wiggle away from him, laughing and giving you no chance of escape, not that you are even thinking of it. 

“I’d even be yer genius fuckin nanny that taught you to tell yer mom to go fuck herself when you were four,” your suppressed giggles lights him up and he can’t help but chuckle as well. “I’ll be anything and everything you’ll ever need, baby. I’ll be your goddamn hero.”

The sun comes out again, casting slanted beams of light across the buildings. Steam rises slowly from the greenery. It rises up eerily and drifts mist-like towards the molten-gold sun, right before it escapes into the abyss. The image is so vivid that it stays with you for as long as you remember. Because on this exact day, the shrieking that follows you everywhere you go, haunting you and mocking you, suddenly is nowhere to be found. And all you can hear is the comforting sound of Katsuki as he hums you a lullaby to sleep.

aaaah I hope you like it!

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I thought the "j*p tart" story was almost certainly apocryphal though? Francie's the only first-person source, she's one of the least reliable sources in all of Beatledom, and neither John nor Yoko ever made mention of it when they were really pushing the "the Beatles/Paul were horrible to Yoko" narrative, which all seem to suggest that Francie made it up.

Hi anon, thanks for the ask! :)

I agree that there are many reasons to doubt the reliability of Francie's account.

Based on Francie's testimony, not only was she a witness to the J*p tart incident but so was John, Yoko and Paul. Of course, it makes sense that Paul would never publicly out himself as a racist, but why did John and Yoko (to this day) never even vaguely mention this incident? Especially in the dumpster fire that was 1970 & 1971, you would have expected John and Yoko to jump at any opportunity to outline all the ways that Paul, especially, had treated them badly, it was definitely their M.O. at the time to frame themselves as the victims of the Beatles/Paul's misogynistic racism, take the following quotes from Lennon Remembers for instance:

How would you characterize George’s, Paul’s and Ringo’s reaction to Yoko? It’s the same. You can quote Paul, it’s probably in the papers, he said it many times at first he hated Yoko and then he got to like her. But, it’s too late for me. I’m for Yoko. Why should she take that kind of shit from those people? They were writing about her looking miserable in the Let It Be film, but you sit through 60 sessions with the most bigheaded, up-tight people on earth and see what its fuckin’ like and be insulted – just because you love someone – and George, shit, insulted her right to her face in the Apple office at the beginning, just being ‘straight-forward,’ you know that game of ‘I’m going to be up front,’ because this is what we’ve heard and Dylan and a few people said she’d got a lousy name in New York, and you give off bad vibes. That’s what George said to her! And we both sat through it. I didn’t hit him, I don’t know why.

I was always hoping that they would come around. I couldn’t believe it, and they all sat there with their wives, like a fucking jury and judged us and the only thing I did was write that piece (Rolling Stone, April 16th, 1970) about “some of our beast friends” in my usual way – because I was never honest enough, I always had to write in that gobbly-gook – and that’s what they did to us.

Ringo was all right, so was Maureen, but the other two really gave it to us. I’ll never forgive them, I don’t care what fuckin’ shit about Hare Krishna and God and Paul with his “Well, I’ve changed me mind.” I can’t forgive ’em for that, really. Although I can’t help still loving them either.

What were their reactions when you first brought Yoko by? They despised her.

From the very beginning? Yes, they insulted her and they still do. They don’t even know I can see it, and even when its written down, it will look like I’m just paranoiac or she’s paranoiac. I know, just by the way the publicity on us was handled in Apple, all of the two years we were together, and the attitude of people to us and the bits we hear from office girls. We know, so they can go stuff themselves.

John Lennon, Lennon Remembers Rolling Stone Interview, 1970

So the above quotes were about a year and a half after the J*p tart incident and at the height (or near height) of John's anger at Paul, when he's highlighting all the terrible slights that both he and Yoko faced at the hands of the other Beatles, all he can say for Paul was that "You can quote Paul, it’s probably in the papers, he said it many times at first he hated Yoko and then he got to like her. But, it’s too late for me." and rather than calling out specific actions that Paul did against them as a couple or Yoko specifically, as he does for George, John describes the fact that a lot of the actions against them "even when its written down, it will look like I’m just paranoiac or she’s paranoiac". If Paul had really left a racist note to Yoko and admitted it in front of John and Yoko, when John is at his rawest emotionally and has an agenda to paint Paul in the worst light possible, why doesn't he throw him under the bus and expose him, like he exposed George? Why would their actions against John and Yoko make them seem paranoid? Paul writing, and admitting sending a hate note to Yoko would be a clear case of him treating John and Yoko terribly so that, for me, is one of the biggest reasons why Francie's account is suspect.

There are also other minor points to her story that don't add up to me. Why, after going to all of the trouble of typing up the hate note and leaving it somewhere where John and Yoko would find it, would Paul then just admit to writing it, under no duress? Also, as a Brit myself, the use of "hot shit" in the message is also a bit of a red flag. Referring to something as "hot shit" or something as "the shit" are Americanisms, so it's a bit weird that Paul would have used language like that in the note. There's also the relevancy of the fact that Paul and Francie had a short lived relationship and thereafter Francie has consistently tried to denigrate Paul and exalt the ballad version of John and Yoko, it would definitely be in her agenda to make Paul look as bad as possible and support the view that John and Yoko were only the victims of Paul's tyranny.

However, all that being said, I wasn't living in Cavendish in the summer of 1968 with John, Yoko and Paul, Francie Schwartz was. It's possible that the incident happened as Francie described but for whatever reason John and Yoko agreed to never publicly mention it, maybe they kept quiet on it because Paul kept quiet about John supposedly trying to hit Linda when she was pregnant or maybe John was scared that if he outed Paul as a racist that he would burn bridges irrevocably (although HDYS kinda blows that theory to pieces). Francie was undoubtedly a witness to a lot of things that happened around the Beatles around that time and that's why her quotes on Paul have been used extensively in numerous books. The fact of the matter is that aside from Love Me Do, The Authorised Biography and a few small interviews up to 1968, Jane hasn't spoken about her relationship with Paul and probably never will, definitely not in the detail that Francie did and Linda also never went in to the level of detail that Francie did in her book, albeit for a much shorter time period than Linda's 30 year relationship with Paul. I can see why authors who have been starved of material on the man behind Paul's public façade have lapped up Francie's insights for decades, she's one of the few people alive who not only had the ability to lift the lid but did so, with apparently little fear of recrimination. I've heard Lewisohn mention Francie's story in a podcast interview in the past (Think it was the Beatles Naked Podcast) and he gave her views a lot of credence so when volume 3 of his books comes out in 2050, definitely expect Francie to be heavily featured in the character profile drawn up for Paul.

To be clear, I think it's fine to use Francie as a source but authors should be presenting Francie's account for what it is, unverified eye witness testimony, not as fact. We'll see how authors tackle the J*p tart episode in future books, hopefully with the work done by Erin Torkelson Weber they'll be more of an emphasis on the responsible use and presentation of sources so we'll see how this is handled going forward...

#the beatles #paul mccartney #john lennon #yoko ono #john and yoko #francie schwartz #asks #hope i didn't go off on too much of a tangent!

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you no longer have a choice, talk about the show *points water gun at u menacingly*

OK SO-

BASICALLY it's set in like. A boarding school. Our main characters are four kids and the antagonist is one of the teachers (who's name is ms Macbeth I fucking love her)

Macbeth's goal, naturally, is to take over the school cause she despises every child there. The four kids form a lil group together to combat this, which they call the invisible network of kids (also is the name of the show lmao)

From what I know there's like. Several shows v similar to it (that it probably took 'inspiration' from) but I haven't watched them so I can't confirm ✨ this is the show I know and it is my beloved

Macbeth's voice actress is having the time of her fuckin life w those lines and yeah she makes the show ajsjs, I!! Do really like the protagonists though!! There's four of em, 2 boys (vin and newton) and 2 girls (trixie and zero)

And listen. Listen ok. Looking at this now I'm kinda going 'huh!!' cause. Oh my god none of these kids are at this school for happy reasons. Trixie's parents don't have time to look after her, Newton's dad is a mad scientist who just stays in his lab and thus ignores his son, Vin is just straight up an orphan, and Zero ran away. We don't get any other explanation than that she just fuckin turned up and Mr Soper was fine with that I guess-

Also Macbeth gets a musical number every episode and fever dream is the only way I can describe them

As you can see; I love this stupid fucking show. It's flash animated and basic and objectively Not That Good but fuck standards I'm vibing in nostalgia

#drag replies #drag rambles #cause this is one hell of a ramble #no one look at me I am full of shame 😭 aJSJDJDJD #I TOLD YOU THAT YOU SHOULDNT ASKKKKKKK LMAO #there's a fuckin. animated atrocities thing on it #I don't watch that youtube channel but I do remember watching the video ajsjd #I know that One person has heard of this show and it was through that video #other than that the only person I've ever met who knows of this fuckin show is my sister #cause we watched it together 😌 her fave was trixie #also zero is so fucking gender I see why she was my fave at age 9 she still is now