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the1975attheirverybest · 11 months
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Concept ! Imagine Matty and the reader are fighting and Matty (you know he can get real mean sometimes probably ) gets into that mode but the reader / girlfriend is suddenly meaner in a smart way like he doesn't know what to reply anymore then him hahah how do you think this would end up
Ooohhh… Yeah, I definitely think Matty’s smart mouth gets him in trouble in arguments. My dad’s kinda like that. Like he’s so smart and so blunt but sometimes THATS NOT WHATS NEEDED and he gotta learn when to shut the fuck up a bit, lmao.
I’m gonna just go off of something that Matty himself has admitted to. “I’m better at writing…”
So, like, maybe his gf is also a musician. Or maybe she’s a writer. Maybe she asked him for his feedback on something, but instead of telling her what works and what doesn’t, he starts taking issue with the very premise of the thing that she’s writing. “Well if that’s how your character felt, why didn’t she just- stop going out with this guy. It doesn’t make sense. The reader needs to feel invested. I feel no investment in this plot whatsoever.” He shrugs self-satisfied.
“I didn’t ask you about the plot, Matty. I asked you about the building that this scene takes place in.”
“Never got to that part. Got bored after the second paragraph cuz I wasn’t buying into it.”
She gets frustrated “thanks. That’s unhelpful.”
“I would say that’s extremely helpful! Saved you a conversation with your editors.”
“You did no such thing, Matty. Instead of meeting the story on its own terms, you completely re-wrote it. It’s not about why they continue to stay together! Sometimes things aren’t that simple you know.”
He’s staying cool in the face of her frustration which is her least favorite thing ever. It makes he feel like she’s overreacting even when she’s not.
“It’s okay to suck sometimes. I do it too on occasion. But you don’t have to act like that cuz you know my way is better than yours. Just cuz you’re a writer, doesn’t mean you shit gold. Not everything that you come up with is gonna work.”
He thinks he’s won the argument. He sits back in his chair, legs open wide, taking up the space proudly.
“Oh, I know. Sometimes I make mistakes. We all do! It’s part of the writing process. I just feel sorry for you cuz you live in such a narrow reality that you can’t stand the idea of someone doing things differently that you. Just because YOU would quit on a situation like that, doesn’t mean my character should. I’m writing her story, not yours. Art doesn’t always have to be slavishly adhering to your specific perception.”
He opens his mouth to reply, “oh yeah? If I’m so narrow minded, then-“ nothing comes to mind.
“I’m just gonna go work on this on my own. Thanks for nothing, my love.” She walks away and goes back to her desk. He’s just sitting there. His mouth STILL open. He blinks and tries to take in what she said.
Ends up pouting for hours. Stewing in his is. Rage. He can’t BELIEVE she called him narrow-minded. That’s the last thing that he wants to be. That’s why he works so hard at trying not to be judgmental and make sure he’s open to arguments. Then he realizes that he behaved in the exact opposite way towards her. He wasn’t open to ideas. He just pushed his reading on her from the get go, and when she got frustrated with him, he told her it was her fault for not being able to see things her way.
So he starts jotting down thoughts on paper. Goes over to her office, and is like “okay, I’m gonna read out loud from this thing so I don’t put my foot in my mouth again. I’ll stick to the script…” he apologizes, then he makes a calm case for what he thought needed fixing, why he thought that (respectfully), and what he liked. He’d begggg her to let him see her draft again and he’d be on his best behavior.
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marsgod · 2 years
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helloo how would mammon , barbatos and lucifer react to a kirari momobami like mc ?
Hey hey! I had to look this character up and tbh the anime looks interesting..
⇢ “Barbatos, Lucifer, and Mammon with a Kirari Momobami-like mc”
⇢ Warnings; cussing, fem! reader, this is meant for the reader to be toxic and narcissistic but I haven’t tried to write some1 like that before so it might be watered down a bit;-;
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Lucifer • Avatar of Pride
Lucifer likes how proper you are at first, thinking because of how quiet you are that you wouldn’t cause problems, get your work done, and stay out of his way for as long as it could
Of course, He’s Lucifer, and life will inconvenience Lucifer for as long as he naturally lives
It starts with the belittling, he’s the avatar of pride; and in being so, any degradation towards himself, any insinuating of him being ‘lesser’, especially towards a human?
It absolutely does not sit well, you don’t have to see the way he bites his lip or hear his deep sigh, you can feel how much he wants to tear your throat out
“Is that so, say, [Name], why don’t you come and see me in the hallway for a moment?”
Ohh boy, when Lucifer finds out (accidentally, through mammon), that you’re gambling large amounts of money? When you’ve barely been working, so how tf did you get that? Omg he is pissed
He literally sits in the living room waiting for you and Mammon to get back, waiting with only a single lamp on
“Where have you both been?”
When he see’s that you haven’t lost, miraculously, that doesn’t stop him from punishing the both of you
Probably makes it worse ngl
Lucifer doesn’t forget abt the entire “gambling but never losing” but is lowkey highkey lowkey really confused when demons are actively scared of gambling against you,
and then accidentally crosses paths with you while you and Mammon are surrounded, another demon at the opposite side of the lunch table and takes a deep breath at how calm you look (he’s waiting for you both to fail miserably)
Lucifer doesn’t calm down when you win, if anything he grows more pissed cause that means you’ve done this a lot
Overall doesn’t like you, you piss him off to extreme amounts and any narcissistic comments (especially towards himself or Diavolo) bring him exactly one step closer to saying fuck it and throwing you to Cerberus
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Mammon • Avatar of Greed
Mammon thinks you have a huge stick up your ass ngl, he tries to retort against you but.. Well, you’ve seen how that usually goes
If you hadn’t..
“Should’ve expected that from you, you’re so predictable, Mammon.”
“What the hell are you talkin’ ‘bout?! Well at least I’m not- At least I can do- .. Ugh, Just shut up already.”
That being said, he knows you like to take risks, just didn’t know it was necessarily gambling
THAT being said, he nearly shits himself when he see’s you at his usual place, surrounded by competitors, a group of spectators, and most importantly, GRIMM!
That also being said, he’s sliding up with an arm around your shoulder or waist and grinning at the table
“Hahah! Yeah, that’s my human!”
From that day forth, he goes with you wherever, builds you up and mocks the opposing side
Tbh you can see the soul zooming out his body when you belittle Lucifer, or, as I’ve said, insinuate that you’re smarter than him
Compulsive gambler buddies, except w/o the ‘buddy’, you just find it funny when he loses so bad that he has to resort to promising himself away
Like, you genuinely laugh when he’s getting yelled at
“Ah, if only you were actually smart enough to win a game.”
Eventually, I can maybe see him as becoming one of the people you care deeply about, but then some ppl asmodeus will start pestering you cause they don’t know why Mammon gets special treatment
One of you gambles everything away, and the other wins it all back; What’s not to love?
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Barbatos • Prince of Hell’s Personal Butler
Barb is damn near bewildered (not rlly) if you attempt to manipulate or belittle the literal Prince of Hell, mostly at the audacity..
He also somewhat finds the audacity amusing, but not “omg your so funny” but “haha your so funny but if you say that again i will boil your tongue”😥
He doesn’t care about your gambling issues, it literally does not affect him in any way so long as you don’t attempt to steal any artifacts from the castle
He hears about you “never losing a single gamble” from a conversation with Lucifer and Lord Diavolo, and Lucifer complaining about Mammon being worse now that he’s actually good at gambling
He believes it, he can literally see the future and honestly it wouldn’t have been the weirdest thing he’s come across (being the butler of a prince of hell, etc.) but Barbatos is extremely curious!
“So long as she doesn’t cause too much trouble with the Prince.”
”About what?” Well, he’s simply curious on why you keep doing it if you seem to find it so boring, but doesn’t care to pursue any answers
In short, ya’ll don’t talk to each other by yourselves
Unless, of course, you suddenly become interested in him and are trying to actively piss him off
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astranva · 2 years
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i’m gonna be honest with you nova since all two of my “harrie” friends are sick and tired of me saying this
but my policeman as a book was absolutely horrendous i can’t stress this enough that it’s not what you think, it will be something totally different that will make you despise the writer forever i mean i’m passionate about things i love but also about things i hate and i just won’t watch the movie because there’s nothing that can make me like that shit
and i know i know that movies sometimes change stuff from books BUT the thing is i’m scared to like the movie cos if i do i guess i won’t be able to talk smack about the book like i used to hahah but srsly don’t read it i already put myself through that torture and i can’t guarantee you’ll hate it as much as me but just don’t waste your energy on it unless you want to write a horrible review and talk shit about it together then go ahead please
okay thanku for coming to my ted talk love you <3
plsssss the passionate hate you have for this book lmfaooooo
one of my best friends read it and she said she hated it, too though and she’s not someone who’s picky so…
nah i won’t read it, i like to stick to my romance, grumpy meets sunshine novels (although i’m reading a thousand splendid suns now for a change) 🤧
alright but in all honesty, i want you to watch it and see if your opinion changes hahaha x
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hollandorks · 1 year
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epilogue thotz:
“I’m just saying, man, if you were getting married this weekend and if you were about to go on your honeymoon, I don’t want you worrying about the city. I can take care of things for a couple of weeks.” 
LOSING MY MIND and also since the GALA?????!!!! BE FUCKING FOR REAL IMSNDJDJDJDJD gordon really said i’m not fucking blind vengeance i just don’t give a shit
but also the fact that gordon was like “you can’t hide those sappy little puppy dog eyes” ….. yeah. yeah.
and the wedding 🥺😭 so, so, so, so sweet!! the little details: seats for the thomas, martha, and reader’s mother; the pearls; thomas’ handkerchief; only their closest friends/family being there!! my heart is so full. such a beautiful ending, and i can’t wait to read the honeymoon when it’s posted 😉
in all seriousness, you did a FANTASTIC job with this story (both of them!) as a whole. i still can’t get over how amazing motn was (which was all your brainchild!!!) and how seamlessly you wrote this story mixed in with the film. i am constantly in awe of your writing, down to plot devices, characterizations, syntax, tone, etc. shelby, you are an AMAZING writer and i’m always blown away by what you have to offer!
i can’t believe this series is over after 9 months. it feels like it’s been forever (time isn’t real HAHAH) and i know there will be a one shot or two, but the epilogue was such a final stroke to such a beautiful piece. all my love and commendations to you. thank you for sharing such a beautiful story with us and the time you spent crafting it!! ❤️❤️❤️
Gordon is like "you think I care who you are? I could not give less of a shit and also you guys are obviously in love"
Bruce and y/n are definitely sappy at heart and want to honor their families! 🥹 I'm glad you enjoyed those little tidbits. Idk when the honeymoon oneshot will be coming but it'll be up....eventually! 😅
Thank you so much for the compliments it's too much 😭 I can't believe it's over and also that I worked on it for so long?? You're right, time isn't real at all
Thanks for sticking with the story and sending all of your asks, I love them ❤️
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s.o.s, m | knj
pairing(s): namjoon x reader
summary: It's two in the morning and Kim Namjoon is at your doorstep, asking you to fuck. In a fuckbuddies way, because, as a wise man once said, "I may not know love, but I know snacks." Well, you do agree with this statement. Let's go with the flow!
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, slight D/s dynamics, blowjob, cowgirl); friends-with-benefits and feels through fucking (classic for me, haha, maybe I fell in love with him while writing it, oops)
happy birthday, Kim Namjoon <3 #happyRMday
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now playing – pado by bibi
“Hey!”
“Shit, Namjoon, are you trying to break my door down at two in the morning or what? What’s with you? Why didn’t you just type in the lock?”
Kim Namjoon’s large frame and big brown eyes glanced at the silver-blue electronic number pad on your apartment door. “Oh. Right. I forgot you had that now.”
“I have it because you keep losing my key!”
He rubbed the back of his now blond head sheepishly. He must have dyed it recently because it had been dark brown last week. It was shorter than before, trimmed at the sides and longer at the top. Usually it was styled, but right now it was messy and puffy like he had been running across the city on those long legs of his or, more likely, windblown from riding his bicycle on his way here.
Namjoon didn’t drive. He said it was to maintain world peace.
“Do you wanna fuck?” he asked you breathlessly.
You looked down at your massive black sleep shirt that made you look like a lump of fabric, but, well, he picked today to pop the question and what were you gonna do? Say no?
You snapped back up, smacking your finger on your left wrist. “It’s two in the morning!”
“One forty-five, yeah,” Namjoon agreed, glancing at his brown leather-banded, white-faced watch. Simple and sleek. You noticed he had a few colorful string-woven bracelets on his wrists, likely handmade by someone in the various rural villages Namjoon liked to visit in his spare time. He dropped his arm and smiled brilliantly at you with those dimpled cheeks.
“I was thinking about you. You know, that habit you do when you run your hand through your hair and flick your wrist at the end, elegantly spreading your fingers out. Super sexy.”
You felt your ears heat. “Hahah… what?”
He scratched his head and stuck his hands in his loose black pants, draping his warm gray t-shirt over his wrists. Lowered his chin and flickered his eyes to you, awkward half-smile on those full lips.
Oh.
Shit.
“D… Don’t look at me like that,” you muttered, backing up and shifting your eyes. “You always do that.”
“Do what?” Namjoon chirped, stepping inside and out of his brown sandals.
“Give me those puppy eyes even though you’re built like a fucking tank.”
“I snore like one too.”
“Yeah, I know.”
But none of those things really mattered because your arm was snaking up, your other hand slapping the door closed, looking down until you couldn’t look down anymore, lifting your head to playful dark brown orbs and a dimpled smile, already leaning down, his scent of warm cotton and faint florals washing over you, and then his lips touched yours and it was over.
You could say no, you could, but you never really wanted to.
Namjoon wasn’t being rude showing up so late. After all, you had already told him it was one of your fantasies, a late-night rendezvous, a bit of unexpected expected fun. Namjoon was willing to help, a game of ping-pong between casual, sometimes lovers, both too busy and scatterbrained at this point in life to commit to anything, but that worked for you and for him, or at least that’s what you told him and what he told you, his large hands now encircling your back, fingertips pressed into the thin fabric, sighing into your mouth, rhythm of those long fingers dancing up, up, sinking into your hair, tangling himself in it, nibbling at your lower lip.
“I just love touching your hair,” that deep, deep voice whispered to your lips, eyes still closed, smirking as the tip of your tongue darted out, playing with him as he spoke. “And I like messing it up a little.”
“A little? You like messing it up a lot.”
Namjoon curled his fingers inward and pulled back, your head following automatically, grinning with you as he opened his eyes, devious even with the dimples.
“Okay, yeah, you’re right.”
It wasn’t fun if it wasn’t with him.
You raised your hand and spread your fingers out, slowly running your nails up and then down his chest, smirking back at him, your tongue peeking out between your teeth.
Namjoon once said to you, let’s just go with the flow, ride the wave.
He sucked in a breath right now and pulled you close, hands letting go of your hair as he captured your lips again, deep, ravenous kisses that took your breath away, such wonderful lips that loved to travel across your body and wander that wonderland, his hands already reaching for the hem of your shirt, bunching it up as he stumbled back into your apartment, dragging you with him, you riding the wave of his passion, dragging his shirt up with yours, tossing them aside, body to body, exploring lips on that warm skin and muscular chest.
Namjoon also said things like, I may not know love, but I know snacks, so, yeah, he was always poetic like that. Full of wisdom and weirdness, arguably the best combination one could have when struggling through this nonsensical world.
You pushed him down on the bed, kissing all that tan skin, running your nails down his shoulders, walking down his defined biceps finger by finger, digging in a little harder, pairing it with kisses and drawing stars on his pecs with your saliva, making him smile and flash those dimples.
“Like that?” you teased, drawing back a little so he could watch the mastery of your tongue at work.
“You know me,” Namjoon chuckled, the sound radiating from his chest to your mouth, sending ripples through your spine. “I like cute things with a little pinch.”
“Like those tiny beach crabs?”
Now he actually laughed, that throaty, booming laugh of his, nodding with affirmation.
You sometimes wondered when the waves would stop and roll out, sometimes wondered if the tide of Kim Namjoon would go low and leave you behind, but maybe it was the moon or something, cosmic threads that sent him rushing back to your beach, bright and sparkling, always catching the light and looking good from every angle.
“Fuck, I always forget you’re huge.”
“I am not huge. You are being dramatic.”
“Dramatically sucking your dick.”
You knew how to take his breath away, how to make him gasp and his hand fly to your head, groaning as he pushed you down, your throat closing around his rapidly swelling length, tongue all over in the small window you had to wetly caress every contour and vein, bobbing your head in time with his gentle nudges, waiting for you and your jaw to adjust before thrusting a little harder, a little rougher, choppy waves and lost breath. His scent filled your nose, his toned hips in your hands, digging your nails into that muscle, inhaling and drowning in the feeling, pressing him between tongue and roof of your mouth, feeling the head hitting your throat, so you tightened your muscles.
Namjoon moaned your name, brown orbs turning darker from dilated pupils.
It filled your ears and soaked into your chest, your heart pumping faster, beating harder, drawn to the sound like a sailor to a siren.
You took him deeper, pulsing around the head, sticking your tongue out a little to lap at his balls collected in your hands.
“A-Ah, fuck… You’re always so, so good… always making me think of you…”
You watched his eyes close, his hand gripping your hair, not unkind, simply adding a little bit of force, but you were in control of the pace, riding the wave, filling your mouth with his hardness over and over, closing your own eyes, small tears collecting at the corners, unable to breathe, but you already knew you were diving and you practiced for this, holding your breath and bobbing your head fast and tight, your fingernails clawing at his sides just the way he liked, a little neediness, a little desperation, maybe an act or maybe not, honestly hard to tell with how often you had blown him, so maybe it was part of you now, just like how sometimes you would be alone and smell his scent even though Namjoon wasn’t there at all, maybe real but probably an olfactory memory, strange that it would happen just like that, a wave of warm cotton and faint florals that you drank in small trickles right now, your mouth occupied with his thick length, listening to the sloppy, wet sound of his cock being swallowed over and over again by your suffocating mouth, saliva sliding over his balls and onto your chin.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”
Pushing you down, forcing you to deep dive, swallowing on instinct, clamping your lips around his jerking cock with every gulp of gushing cum, the strong salty taste lingering in the back of your tongue as your throat was stuffed with the swollen head. Namjoon shuddered deeply, resonating pleasure that drifted down his torso and through your fingertips. You lapped up anything you missed, sucking it off and Namjoon hissed at the sensitivity, tugging at your hair sharply.
You hummed and retreated a little, breathing again, licking the underside of the tip, wiggling your tongue over the slit and around head, opening your eyes to Namjoon’s panting smile.
“You want me to punish you or what?”
Nah, you wanted to ride the wave, but this particular wave was pretty fucking big.
“Oooh, fuck…!”
Namjoon raised his arms and grabbed your pillows, thrusting his hips up into your pussy after you had lowered halfway. The condom wrapper flew off the bed, probably to be found in some random place in your room tomorrow morning.
A later you problem.
Hands on his chest, sinking down, gasping for breath at the forced stretch at his girth, but it was nicer that way, wet and getting wetter, spreading your knees and arching your back, your hair falling down your shoulders, rolling your body to smack down onto his crotch, fuck, so hard and so full, starting a rough, choppy rhythm because Namjoon was deliberately not letting you set up a reasonable pace and kept thrusting up a little too fast, a little too hard, hot moans tumbling out of your mouth, feeling the crashing pleasure try to overtake you, drawing your knees back in to feel all of him, your palms sliding up, grasping those strong shoulders, lowering your head to speak to those sultry brown orbs reflecting your open mouth and half-lidded gaze.
“Namjoon… please, oh, f-fuck… if you’re gonna be like this, j-just fuck me…!”
He grinned, dimples on display.
“Anything for you.”
Mayday, mayday, you needed to be saved from that teasing smile and those words.
His hands fitted to your shaking hips and held you up easily, lifting his hips up at a deep, hard pace, emphasis on strength and less on speed, the muscles of his arms tense and locked to keep you above him as he slammed his hard cock into your pussy.
“Ah, yes, yes, right there, Namjoon, yes…”
You could go deeper so you did, slapping your hips down too and making Namjoon grin under you. Shit, something about those round cheeks and bright smile while he was railing you practically to heaven was doing something to you, washing out your senses and giving you no time to think, squeezing him inside you and feeling him twitch back, something so sexy about how he could do that even while fucking you, and you saw him suck in a breath, witnessing your effect on him, his hold becoming tighter, his dark lashes lowering, hooded eyes and locking with your gaze.
Drowning in the pleasure with you.
“Come on, you want it, right?” he panted under you, voice so deep it felt like you were underwater, your skin vibrating with the seductiveness of his tone and the depth of his sound mixing with the harsh slaps of skin to skin, wet and wonderful. “Show me you want it, give it to me.”
You couldn’t say no, already tightening your core and smacking down on him harder before he could even finish speaking, the ecstasy shooting up your spine and pouring all over your scalp and mind, letting go, pitched cries and blissful moans, Namjoon moaning with you, your name on his lips and filling up your bedroom, clutching his shoulders and staring into his eyes, breathing in warm cotton and faint florals, cast away into a wild paradise.
You clenched around him and gasped, a powerful jolt rocking through you, surprised at the sudden squelch but then you felt the overwhelming rush barreling through you, sweeping you into pulsing pleasure, one of your hands losing grip and grabbing onto the pillow beside Namjoon’s head, his heavy breath and your exhaled name blowing over on your prickling skin, realizing you were accidentally closer than usual because your hand slipped, his hands tightly wrapped around your waist and slamming you down onto his crotch, groaning and tipping his head back, his eyes closing, Adam’s apple prominent against his flexed neck.
If possible, suddenly you could breathe even less.
Your pussy throbbed around his twitching cock, his orgasm spurting into the condom and your juices soaking his skin with each flinch of the aftermath, wave after wave crashing into you, your arms trembling to hold yourself up so you could absorb it all – him, the dwindling pleasure, the moment when his eyes opened, your name drifting out of those lips in a lustful haze.
“I should… go back to mine, huh…” he wheezed, chuckling slightly. “Otherwise, I’m going to snore too loud and you’re not going to be able to sleep…”
You slid down, closer, closer, seeing the mole underneath his lower lip with his rueful smile. His fingers were drawing circles on your hips.
“I bought earplugs.”
You silenced his laugh with a kiss.
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saintobio · 2 years
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Hi Saint! 👋 I hope you're doing good
Ok, blimey, SN was a rollercoaster of emotions but I absolutely loved it! You write amazingly!
My thoughts. Y/N has all the right to be p*ssed off with Gojo. She has all the right to separate and live her life. She's not obliged to stick around and "fix" Gojo. But, big BUT, she had no right to keep their son from him. Was Gojo an arsehole, heck yeh. But he was really trying after the first divorce incident and nanas death. He was stupid for the house thing and not just being honest when trying to fix their relationship. I think that Y/N is going to feel like absolute shite when she finds out that Gojo tried to unalive himself when he thought she got rid of the baby. And now the accident because he realised he was alive this whole time!
Gen and their dad, wasn't a great idea to support hiding the munchkin from Gojo. Yes protect your daughter and sister, but you're making her do some silly things.
Now saying all of that, I'm going to counter myself 😅 I can somewhat get why Y/N would have wanted to get as far away from Gojo. Especially holding on the beginning part of their marriage. Then to hear his stupidity at the end would have brought up the previous thoughts. As a woman, I may do the same to protect my child (maybe not exactly the same tbh... lol I still don't like that Y/N hid this from Gojo for 3 flaming years!). I can see she was trying to protect herself and her child, but it wasn't a great way imo.
In the same way, I get Gen and why she may have supported this. As an older sister, I'm a surrogate mother to my siblings and can be protective.
Right this was too long. I'm sorry 😅 don't even know if I made any sense whatsoever.
My main ask was going to be: may I get permission to write a mini one shot type scenario based on the last chapter? I was so wound up in my emotions after reading the last chapter, I had all sorts of thoughts and ideas that I'd like to jot down and share. But only with your permission! X
hahah it’s very conflicting right ?? i love how ur analysis on it tho :) and yess you may write a oneshot as long as i get tagged <33 looking forward to it !!
@hollowpurpl said
I'm not blaming y/n for keeping the baby then hiding it. Yes, it is true that my heart aches because satoru didn't get to cry in joy after the baby was born, but what matters is the munchkin is alive. It would burn me more if the lil munchkin died. Besides, it was the most selfish thing y/n has done in a while. I can't hate her. Her ex-husband was a selfish cheating asshole. I understand that satoru wanted to change but, he's not that deserving to have an expressway to happy ever after. It's just karma (or saint) doing its job.
For toji, i think he won't have the audacity to cheat on y/n because of gen and the kids like hello??? But i do think mc just reminds him of his wife, that's why he wants to marry her. (This shit hurts so much because im a toji fucker)
And im sorry for sending lots of asks. I just love sn so much i cried when i didn't get on the sincerely yours taglist.
Drink your water and eat veggies saint! Every sn reader is praying to u ❤️
Anonymous said
Y/n keeping munchkin from gojo makes so much sense to me. She just prioritised her child's health and happiness more than theirs IT WAS LITERALLY THE BEST THING TO DO IN THAT SITUATION AND PPL WHO HATE HER FOR DOING IT CLEARLY DONT KNOW WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT LIKE????? imagine a child growing up in the kind of negative publicity that surrounded gojo post the scandal... yeah no. she did the right thing definitely and I rlly hope she knows that :((
Anonymous said
I think some people forget that soulmates who don’t end up together can fall in love with someone else. Granted the connection won’t be as deep as with their twin flame, but it’s not impossible to love again. Tbh I don’t care if gojo x uhtamie happen, Toji x y/n or gojo x y/n. I just think it’s unfair that her hiding her pregnancy is going to hunt her ten fold. I really like that she didn’t hide from munchkin who her real daddy is though. Mad respect for that.
Anonymous said
Omg I’ve been dying to send an ask in! First off congratulations on sn1, it was amazing!! Okie, I’m sorry for all the upcoming grammar mistakes lmao, but I need to write it before I forget x.x Over the past few days I analyzed both y/n and gojo’s situation. I’ve seen how most people are upset with y/n for depriving Gojo 3 years of his sons life and thinking he “killed” his baby, and some agree that y/n made the right call faking the abortion. I was just shocked at how quick people switch sides instead of analyzing both parties. I remained neutral.
I do agree that her depriving him from the birth of his son and making him believe that he was at fault was wrong, but did the readers take a step back and think how his past consequences drove her to do it? It hurts that Gojo never got to tell his side of the story, and now with amnesia probably never will, but it also hurts knowing that y/n was treated horribly throughout most of their marriage. Yes, he had a lovely redemption arc, but the thing about Gojo and y/n is that although they’re soulmates, they’re badly flawed. He had this ideal dream family, but didn’t know the current y/n. Just bits and pieces. He was more familiar with the little girl he was best friends with, whom he made a promise too. Y/n suffered a lot the first few months in their marriage, which causes her to start having trust issues, and clearly those trust issues were still rooted just untouched. In my honest opinion, seeing as to how badly flawed they both are, if there was no divorce, munchkin would be the only thing that would tie them together. I’m sorry this was long :’) also hoped this made sense.
Also, I noticed something. You said the zenin family is y/nxToji, but everyone else is GojoxY/n. Does that mean Gen has forgiven Gojo? 😟
nooo gen hasn’t. i take back what i said. very few people in the snverse are rooting for gojoxyn 🥲
Anonymous said
imo, I think y/n had a good enough reason to hide munchkin from Satoru. BUT y/n should have told Satoru when she had the chance, when he came to see her.
Anonymous said
Yooooooooo I sad .
Because I don’t know who’s in the wrong in the SN finale ?? Like I get each of Y/N’s and Satoru’s feelings and mistakes and whatnot, but now at what cost? While I definitely believe Satoru is much to blame for actions to Y/N, his past and how he was brought up shaped him that way, yet he was able to change; and he’s even worse for wear?? And even now Y/N, who’s suffered so much and very much doesn’t owe Satoru anything (besides telling the truth of baby Gojo), will have to go through this again???
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there’s really a huge divide among the readers bc some people understand yn’s pov (like u guys in this case) while some choose to side w gojo for good reasons. but all in all, thank u for sharing ur reactions <33 it allows me to understand how people are reading into the series and i’m glad that most of my readers are still looking at this story with depth
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plan-d-to-i · 2 years
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So I think I just made a JC stan/YZY apologist deactivate on Twitter 😂😂😂
I was bored and she was on my TL like "OK I know yzy is abusive but what if it actually was jfm's and the system's fault" and others were laying it on her so I joined in the fun. At 1st I was polite to her then she called me a misogynist when I said yzy wishes she was jfm's bedwarmer but he wouldn't touch her with a 10 foot pole. I decide to take the high road and let that 1st insult go, she goes on to say jfm was a bad parent for sending JC's dogs away and he should've exposed wwx to his phobia to cure him. Since I am a doctor I point out that exposure therapy doesn't always work, should be done under a mental health professional's supervision, and isn't advisable for children with severe trauma and phobia anyway. She 1st calls me a liar for saying I'm a doctor because I'm too young (I'm 26) then she says my opinion doesn't count anyway cuz I'm not a psychiatrist and that she has 3 scholarships in her field and multiple certificates. So yeah I insult her back, tell her to go f*ck herself, call her rude and a moron, and as I am typing that apparently her multiple scholarships and certifications didn't come with manners included she deactivates 😔
Some b*tches think they can insult people and they'll take it quietly lol she seriously thought she can call me a liar and mock me and my education I worked hard for and I wouldn't hit back. She's middle eastern and I'm north African (I even have my name in Arabic on the handle) I bet she got used to arguing with westerners who go crying about cyber bullying and harassment when they get insulted online and forgot that we Arabs punch back and go with the "العين بالعين و السن بالسن و البادي أظلم" motto
So yeah I think I had a fun productive evening lmao
OMG I think I know the tweet bc someone was arguing w it in MY tL and I took a screenshot of the absurdity!!!!
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"How powerful are these dogs really?" It's literally a phobia what the hell is wrong with people!!?!!!
"I bet she got used to arguing with westerners who go crying about cyber bullying and harassment when they get insulted online and forgot that we Arabs punch back and go with the "العين بالعين و السن بالسن و البادي أظلم" motto"
THIS hahah. I find it so interesting how most Westerners/ Americans argue bc (for the most part) they'll be like : op this is not a personal attack. All opinions are valid. I just think none of the parents were good and like YZY didn't really treat her kids well and even though culturally it was ok for her to whip a kid I don't know that I'm ok w it. I hope this wasn't rude or anything.
foreign language comments: You stupid sick ignorant backwards piece of shit trying to excuse child abuse. Try to use the two brain cells you have in that cosmic void that is your skull for a moment before writing these things. Your mouth is talking so much shit your ass is getting jealous. [a medley]
YES. The consequence of saying something stupid, with nothing to back it up, and stubbornly sticking to it, is that people are going to let you know beyond any reasonable doubt you've said something stupid. Usually in varied and inventive ways. Not all opinions are valid. Some are just dumb, and some people could really do w hearing that.
Having said that I do enjoy the casual charm of a: "it's not too late to delete this bestie!" on occasion. 😆
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Unhealthy Competition Transcript: 8/4/21
Heres the transcript on a google doc if thats easier!
W: What do we want?
R: Burgers!
W: When- When, when do we want the burgers?
R: When they're cooked because if we get them now wait they are actually cooked right now but it would be raw if we immediately gave them out to the customers which is why we DO cook our food.
W: Wh-a what are you on there! They are cooked! Look! Does that not look cooked?
R: I- I mean.. Ah it looks fine it looks fine
W: I’ve never tried one of our own burgers before
R: Oh yeah we should've done that before- a while ago
W: Leme do it lemme do it lemme do it lemme do it lemme do it leme do it right, I need to get hungry first
R: mhm
W: Let me just quickly slap a Wilburger in there, leme leme just
R: there we go
W: I’m gonna get hungry
R: Alright let's get hungry
W: Wooh wooh wooh, how’ve you been Ranboo?!
R: I’ve been doing good!
W: Have you been vibing?
R: I’ve been doing alright! Yeah! I had a good rest, I’ve had a good day
W: Mhm, mhm
R: So far you know i'm excited to get to working the nine to five, it's a dream.
W: Wait, I don’t make you work nine to five- you just have to work when we run out of burgers man. You’re free to do what you want, this is your- you’re working part time for wilburger- oh it's the horse! We need that
R: OH yeah we should probably, we should probably,
W: I want that horse, aye! Do you know what quackity’s horse is called? Okay I’m hungry now, I’m hungry now, are you ready for this?
R: okay, alright
W: Bread first, burger, mmmm Ranboo… we gotta to better than that
R: Oh, okay
W: Ranboo that's the best burger I’ve ever had
R: Nice!
W: But we gotta do better than that
R: Okay, then to volume two.
W: WE are taking down an entire nation with this burger van- oh sorry competing peacefully outside of this burger van, we can't have just the best burgers I've ever had- they have to be the best burgers anyones ever eaten in their entire lives
R: In any universe!
W: In any universe in any universe at all, at all. You’ve done a really good job of this I know I’ve already said that but yeah
R: Thank you thank you, yeah
W: this is fun, I like this little toy you’ve made, I like this, i'm a big fan
R: I like it too, thank you.
W: I’m a big fan of a lot of things we have done Ranboo. Do you remember they um, boom boy?
R: yeah.. I do remember that.
W: Yeah?
R: Yeah.. I hope it didn't I hope it didn't, it wasn't, hopefully it wasn't too much, I don’t think it was too much
W: Oh I thought it was great I thought it was great man, when you smashed the window and blew up the wall- I’d be pissed
R: Mhmm
W: And I bet that was the right stick it to the man that he needed
R: But, butm you, you wanted that for competition, for business and all that, right?
W:... yeah
R: Yeahhhh
W: Yeahh, hmm, Ranboo I think you’ve taken a side here which feels like a change for you. I’m not used to this, you’re mister not choosing a side you know?
R: Yeah, yeah, because when I looked back especially when- especially after, your talks about Lmanburg and everything I realised
W: Look back on what?
R: You know, when you looked back on like Lmanburg and everything
W: Oh like life and all that
R: Yeah I decided to take a look back on my life and everything and I realised that I mean I’ve been involved in things, but, I haven't really done anything, I haven't really done anything
W: What do you mean?
R: I haven't made anything like, I haven't really, I haven't really done much to alter history, now if you were to write a history book, I wouldn't really be that much you know…
W: Whatttt
R: Involved in it
W: I don’t think, I don’t know what you’ve done, I don't..
R: Exactly, that proves my point
W: But you don’t need to have an impact on the world Ranboo to matter you know? You don’t need to go out, you don’t need to build a fucking effile tower just to be, just to mean something.
R: Yeahh
W: Ranboo, Ranboo don’t get me wrong
R: Yeah
W: You’re talking to me here I think it could be that you, you know, are going out and doing stuff. Look at this bozo
R: What he's doing here?
W: I think it could be that you decided to go out and change you know change this, I think change things for the better.
R: You know it's -
W: Don’t don’t start go out and breaking windows and blowing up walls just because you,
R: Oh no I won’t probably not too much
W: Just because you want to make something
R: This is why I like our little, little burger shop, you know it's small but at least it's something, you know I’ve always I’ve always wanted to go and make something that's gonna outlive me a little bit so I think this, I think this is a good start to something.
W: Mhm mhm
R: It’s a nice little burger shop you know?
W: And man? Honestly, I’m proud of you bro. I know, I know I don't know you very well man and I haven't known you for very long but you’ve done a really good job here and tell you what tell you what?
R: Thank you
W: Have you ever seen the phrase “fruits of your labor”?
R: Yeees, I- I think! I think so
W: Shall we see the fruits of our labour? Cause Quackity, quackitys online
R: I mean
W: Quackitys online, Quackitys here man
R: Oh!
W: We can go, we can go and see and chat with him about what we did. By the way after you blew it up I know you didn't see but I gave him back all the materials because
R: That's good
W: I gave him back all the materials for the wall and I also, I also left him a diamond or two just to say like you know no hard feelings you know?
R: Mhm
W: That it was just for, just you know, to prove a point but um yeah Quackitys here, and I wanna see. Do you want to ride a horse? Here, get on the horse.
R: You want me to uh?
W: Yeah yeah, it's Quackity’s its quackitys horse just a disclaimer
R: It’s quackitys? Oh oh okay,
W: Normally when I come to the las nevadas sign as im not allowed in las nevadas, normally when I come to the las nevadas sign Quackity is the first one to come and tell me to fuck off so lets see, lets go up to the las nevadas sign.
R: Alright
W: Yeah man its half the fun of making something and doing cool things is that moment where um, where you get to see what everyone feels about it now that we are here I promise wait here, I promise you
R: Wait.. wait here? Okay
W: Just you wait… Ready?
R: Alright, i'm ready
W: Um um “boy las nevadas sure is big from up here” just hold on
R: Okay um okay
W: Just give it a second, maybe from this level, hmmm maybe if I take another step, ooh what's that?
R: Oh yeah OH do you remember the cookie outpost thing?
W: Yeah yeah the little thing you built with tubbo
R: Yeah so basically right he got really upset so then I- I tried to apologise and everything because we- there was a little bit of dispute with it but we honestly just decided to really just give up.
W: I mean he hasn't accepted it… look its all in there
R: He hasn't accepted it?
W: Yeah, it's all in there….
R: Oh he said he liked it at least…
W: Is- did I just lie? This guy, Ranboo I swear to god I feel like I understand him, how his brain works, how he how his mind go and then he just, just proves that he doesn't give a shit.
R: Yeahh
W: Which is why I can’t wait to show off what I’ve done, but he's just nowhere to be seen. So this cookie shop thing? What was your intention of it? How would how you don’t pick sides usually but what was your intention with it? When you built this?
R: To give out cookies to people
W: And that was it? And that was your be all and end all hah?
R: Yep
W: Right, well how did you feel about Tubbo doing what he did then?
R: Doing what he did… What do you mean?
W: Well he.. He I heard the stories man I heard about how it turned into more than what it was supposed to be you know?
R: Well I mean that's- he kind of goes above and beyond on a lot of things, you can’t really blame him into make it a castle. That's, that's just you know, you can’t be TOO careful. Especially when you know, he has all the right to be nervous about something going wrong, so no wonder he put all those defenses and everything.
W: Why would he have the right to be nervous?
R: I mean just a lot of things, a lot of bad things have happened to him that haven't really come from his actions
W: Oh so youre talking about.. oHHHH LOOK WHO'S HERE!
Q: Hellloooooo
W: Quackity!! It's lovely to see you man, it's been awhile. How have you been?
Q: How- how long have you guys been here for?
W: I-I just arrived you know I just- Quackity you think I would wait for you? You know you know I’m just a
R: Yeahh
Q: Well I didn't even notice you guys were here. I um have been busy with uh much more important things… so, but hey I mean it's great to see you guys it's really great to see you guys, Wilbur and Ranboo together this is uh
W: It’s good to see you man
Q: What's this?
W: Oh uh Ranboo was just looking after your horse that I um
R: Mhm!
W: That I took a little bit of a joyride, it's a good horse look at it, look how high it jumps man! You got a good horse man
Q: Yeahhh who told you that's my horse?
W: Well it was tied up in your nation
Q: haha no no that's not my horse you just got someones random horse, i think you should probably put it back, I have no idea whose it is That- this is really awkward Wilbur, you should, you should probably put it back
W: Let's go! Let's go dude. I wanted- I wanted to come and ask you a question.
Q: Yeah, yeah what's up?
W: So I don’t know if you saw this? Uh you can’t actually see it, but behind this we built a burger van quackity!
Q: Really???
W: Competition, competition
Q: You built a burger van? Is that what you’ve been up to wilbur?
W: Yeah yeah!
Q: You know all this time you’ve been settled next to me and this- this is uh your big ceration? A burger van?
W: Hey man
Q: Hahah,
W: Rome wasn't built in a day. Small steps
Q: That's true, that's true. Leme take a look. Can you order anything yet?
W: No no, wait lemme- actually let me cook you up something real quick
R: Oh yeah oh yeah, you'll love this
Q: I don’t know if i trust anything coming from you Wilbur, but I’ll I’ll, give it a shot i'll give it a shot
W: Doo doot doo quackity you are so nice to me doot doo doot you never bring up my past doot doo doot Here you go, one volume one wilburger. Take a bite of that!
Q: Volume one?
W: Take a bite! It’s like an NFT Quackity
Q: An NFT?
W: Yeah no one, no ones gonna be copying that!
Q: Why would I bite it if its an NFT, then if it goes away it wouldn’t be worth anything,
W: Exactly Quackity, you can keep hold of it OR you get a bit peckish, eat the bread anyway! The bread is not bad
Q: I’m not hungry, I’m not that hungry right now but hey, I’ll keep it with me
W: At least keep it to appreciate the value, it's my NFT, but Quackity anyway I did want to ask, you have a little restaurant in your town I saw, from a distance obviously.
Q: Do you guys want to take a look? I didn’t want to mention it as I felt like it would have been awkward given that you have your own restaurant- I have my own restaurant, that's the only thing that would make it a little awkward but, you know you brought me to your restaurant and I want to bring you to mine. Can, can I do that?
W: Yeah, yeah man I just want, I just wanted to say sorry if you notice if you notice a bit of superficial damage, I left you a little gift as well, afterwards I sure that's okay. It was Ranboo and I that did that to your restaurant actually.
Q: Yeah yeah I saw it in the signs you, you guys
W: Yeah Ranboo and I did it
Q: Yeah the signs no no
W: I just thought- it it was a little bit of a you could say a misclick
Q: It doesn't seem to be like a misclick. You said MY restaurant was wank
W: I did I did I forgot about the signs, I was talking more about the window- oh
Q: But its fine its fine actually and I actually want to take this moment to thank you guys actually because uh that little destruction you did made me realise that the non tinted glass it just wasn't a good fit for the restaurant so I went with the kind of you know neon look and oh oh yeah the explosion! Right, I uh thank you guys again I was just finishing up this fish tank.
(The fish tank has salmon in it)
This nice little fish tank in the restaurant I think it gives a nice little look, a nice touch you know a nice family touch so thank you guys- this made me realise this needed a little bit of work haha so I appreciate it. I appreciate it a lot um actually you know what?
W: what?
Q: You know what Wilbur? Your little game here whatever you did, it made me realise another thing, that my country needs a source of passive income, so I decided to assign a workforce to this restaurant, I decided to hire an employee…
W: YOU'RE FUCKING ME?? YOU'RE PISSING ME
T: Hello!!
Q: Haha! Hey Tubbo!
T: Hey
Q: Tubbo look who came to visit look who came to visit
W: Tubbo!! Man it's good to see you!
T: Hey man this is my new job!
W: Tubbo aww it's nice to see you here man, I thought you were with your, your little snowy town
T: Oh I decided that you know I needed you know a job somewhere to work
W: Tubbo… what the fuck?
Q: Ha ha yep!
W: Fuck tubbo! Why are you, why? Why? Why did you get employed at the restaurant?
T: Why well eh I mean you know? Job?
Q: Tubbo is an excellent employee
T: I- I didn’t know you guys did burgers! I didn't know…
W: I mean, I mean it's - I just dude I offered for you to come and work at my burger van, it was uh hh hh hhhh hugh I told you yesterday- I told you yesterday in the Lmanburg crater and said you should come and hang out and make burgers at my burger van and now your at another burger restaurant after turning down my burger restaurant. Quackity… What did you tell him? Quackity what did you tell him? What did you say man?
Q: Listen listen, I’m gonna tell you this right now, tubbo is one of the best employees I’ve ever had. Me and tubbo had a little talk and we realised he has really great aspirations in life, and he really wants to do a lot
W: mhm
Q: and I told tubbo I would offer him maybe one of the best jobs anyone can have
W: best job
Q: one of the only jobs in las nevadas- tubbo is actually not only an employee but he is managing this place
W: mhm mhmm
T: This is my establishment
Q: Yeah, yeah and tubbo, tubbo now owns it
(note ranboo now has a grass block and is holding it along with placing and picking it up and it pacing during all of this)
Q: Tubbo tubbo now manages this place and he cooks here and makes a great deal of economic prosperity as well for las nevadas uh you should try his food, you NEED to try his food he makes these burgers kind of NFTS wait what a coincidence, it's NTFS as well and he makes burgers, and I like to call it the tubburger
T: The tubburger joint.
Q: The funny thing is we called it the tubburger volume one as well! It's really weird haha our plates are the exact same
W: Shh shh shh, quackity… tubbo, are you? Are you aware we are in competition now? Like this, this, tubbo we have always been on the same side man, we have always been together… your head to head with me now
T: Well I don’t look at it like that, it's not like complicated competition.. .Competition is good for the consumers, it helps everyone!
Q: W- Wilbur you’re taking this a little too far man, I feel like
W: Wai-twait no no I am perfectly
Q: I think you’re taking it too far man!
W: I am perfectly happy with mr tubbo
Q: At the end of the day we are all friends
W: Where did you get the NFT idea from??! Where did ya get that idea from?
T: Fazeclan?
Q: Fazeclan
T: Fazeclan
Q: Fazeclan, wilbur listen I told you this once and I am gonna tell it to you again, thank you. Thank you for opening my eyes that whole renovation came to do because I’m assuming it was a kind of renovation it really made me realise it has more potential then I thought
W: MHmm
Q: And at the end of the day that's what we all need. That's what we need, we thrive, we thrive through competition…. Healthy competition you're gonna make your burgers better and i'm gonna make my whole restaurant better and with the help of seriously one of the greatest people I’ve met in a business like this
T: Aww thank you man
Q: of course, of course tubbo
W: So,
Q: Wilbur, don’t take it the wrong way
W: I- I’m not does it look like im-
Q: to be mad about it, it's good for us it's gonna be happy for everyone
W: I’m happy, I’m really happy for tubbo, I’m happy tubbo’s got a job
Q: Really?
W: Yeah, I’m happy for him. Tubbo you were telling me yesterday how you were, how you felt like you lacked direction, you lacked purpose
T: Yeah I finally have a goal
W: Bro!
Q: That's true
W: How could I be angry about that man?
R: Yeah… that's good
W: Just you know I was just wondering why you chose that over the burger van but I get it Quackity, Quackity is a hard man to refuse.
Q: Mhmm
W: And
Q: And tubbo, tubbo is just constantly looking for whats next whats gonna happen now, and me and tubbo we think alike, very much alike actually, and I don’t know if you remember this but me and tubbo, you remember lmanburg?
T: Yeah
Q: Me and Tubbo, Tubbo was president and I was vice president, this is like lmanburg all over again isn't it?
T: Well- I mean-
Q: This is all a working- work in progress
W: It’s giving me lmanburg vibes
Q: Mhm- sorry?
W: I said yes I agree its giving me Lmanburg vibes
Q: Yeahh. Well listen uh all i'm gonna say is wilbur we are doing our own thing, you guys are doing your own thing and be healthy competition and you know….
T: Well the best burgers win!
Q: Haha- there you go there you go tubbo I agree with that yes!
W: we- yeah Ranboo you agree with that may the best burgers- say it say it
R: yeah yeah, may the best burgers win… yep
W: Wilburger vs tuburger… match match partners against crime
T: Together!
R: No-t not crime we hate crime
Q: Tubbo tubbo you gotta try their burgers sometime
W: Well, well we gotta go we gotta go
T: oh?
R: Yeahh yeah
W: It was lovely, it was lovely hanging out with you guys I - I am just thrilled with the renovations. What should we do next time we hang out?
Q: Yeah yeah
W: Do you wanna we- like
Q: I think I think we should yeah let's set some time apart and talk you and me
W: Yeah let's have a little run through a little run through
Q: Yeah yeah absolutely, and ranboo wilbur, you guys are welcome in the restaurant, las nevadas anytime
W: Wait-
Q: Anytime you guys like
W: Wait, I'm allowed in Las nevadas?
Q: Wilbur, you’re not, you’re taking this the wrong way
W: You told me I couldn't come in
Q: What kind of person would I be to tell you to leave my country. What kind of person would I be to not allow you in my premises? I wouldmt be a good person would I? Wilbur, you are my friend … I would never do that to you. I’m very welcoming, Ranboo come ahead, come inside as well ah this is all this is all healthy competition alright?
W: You’re a good man, you’re a good man Quackity, I’ll I’ll give you that. We got some burgers to flip so we will
Q: We do too we do too
T: Bye guys!
W: thanks for coming, thanks for coming down
Q: Cya guys
W: Cya guys
Q: Bye!
W:Ranboo.. Ranboo lets go
R: Yeah…. Let's go….
W: ooooOOOHHHHH boy ha- ha… ha ahhh ohhh this is good, this is what I want dude dude Ranboo did you see he was trying to act like I didn’t get to him?
R: Mhmm mhmm
W: You see the WHOLE time ohh it's not my horse
R: Geeh I mean yeah I mean he did I’m pretty sure
W: Dude he made an NFT burgers
R: He made an NFT burger- that is true
W: He cares so much he cares so much
R: That was your idea yeah
W: He cares aww man- How did you feel about this Ranboo? I mean dude!
R: I mean it's just burgers and everything so I think it's okay.
W: Eh it's “just burgers”
R: Its okay you know
W: I feel alive Ranboo, I feel alive! Someone is looking at me and talking to me!
R: Yeah yeah!
W: I’m alive I’m alive this is great!
R: Yeah, yeah I mean yeah, I again don’t I have to get used to competition and everything and be out there more with it all
W: I feel you Ranboo I feel you its scary its scary man, especially when we have a long way to go, bridges to cross and one day grab it by the horns and ride it
R: Yeah yeah,
W: And not it's just, it's just you and me against the world. The world being tubbo and quackity.
R: mhm mhmm
W: I mean why would you be against being against tubbo and quackity anywhere? I mean how well do you know Quackity?
R: I- I mean I don’t really know Quackity- Quackity all too well
W: Yeah yeah and I mean what do you and tubbo have you know going on that would block this?
R: I mean…
W: Sounds great to me
R: I mean… yeah yeah I - we kind of had like that cookie outpost we did together and everything it's fine I don’t have to get to it too much I dont um really wanna
W: You’re both businessmen
R: I don’t really ah want to get into it all too much
W: And that's fine. Ranboo I wanted to ask you man
R: Mhm?
W: You’ve had this cookie outpost right?
R: Yeahh
W: Did you like to get up to anything at the cookie outpost? Is there anything…?
R: Ahh, not at the cookie outpost but I do have something else actually… follow me I do- I do have something else…
W: Is it a secret?
R: It's a secret , yes.
W: Should we sneak?
R: Yeah um I think we can just get far enough away I think we'll be fine
W: Where are we going?
R: Into the strip club
W: heh-sh haha haha
R: Comeon, come on let's go
W: ahhaa sorry say that again
R: Into the strip club- we are going in!
W: Lets go
R: I have- I have my little hole in the strip club
W: You got a strip hole?
R: Yes!
W: I’ve never been in here before
R: Well I mean for logs, I mean look at those spruce logs over there, those are stripped. Alright ah perfect it's still, it's still here
W: This doesn't look very hidden
R: Oh its hidden trust me
W: it's very cozy
R: Oh it's very cozy and well if you need to use this for something we can definitely expand a little bit, but probably not too much though because we don’t want to infringe on everything
W: I like this, I mean we can do a little bit now! How about what we do? I like this. I like the wherewithal, maybe we can build a tunnel from here to the burger van. It can be our way in sneaking in from the burger van. aH okay okay you got your finger in a few espionage spies, I appreciate that and no one knows about this?
R: Yeah no one knows about it, yeah I think- to the best of my memory no one knows about it.. There's like a 85% chance that's right
W: That's cool that's cool because at the end of the day we’re- going right now we are the good guys Ranboo, we are the good guys, we-
R: You sure?
W: We-.... yeah! I mean we haven't done anything wrong you know?
R: Yeah
W: we haven't done anything wrong and quackity, quackity done a few things wrong…
R: Yeah yeah
W: hmm hmm is tubbo working full time? What's tubbos deal you know with the burger place?
R: I don’t know I have no idea actually
W: We don’t know we just don't know
R: I Don't know anything about that.
W: It's like how good of an employer is quackity? So I wanted to make sure before I go knowing you have already done a little act of espionage with the strip hole and other things I just
R: Mmmhmm
W: I just wanna, I just wanna say in any case of an emergency right?
R: mhm
W: When we are head to head, you know when- not head to head with each other uh when we are head to head with tubbo and big q and stuff
R: mhm
W: and maybe shits ya know hitting the fan and stuff- I need to know, that we have a saviour card to save the innocent people in this city like tubbo
R: mhm
W: Like fundy and these innocent people
R: So yeah.. So like a plan B just in case anything goes wrong we can save them?
W: Yeah, plan B
R:Okay I'm down for that. What is this- (Wilbur gives Ranboo thirteen TNT)
W: I want you to make yourself useful and..
R: oh
W:Set that up somewhere in las nevadas. I have more, I have more I have another stack if you need it but I think that should be enough to do a marketable amount of damage if you- okay so the problem essentially is that TNT as you know TNT doesnt detonate in water and as you know las nevadas is quite a large majority of water bound. However, quackity really seems to care about the inside of the casino which I’ve peaked in and there's no water in and the outsides of this restaurant section of this spire right? So what you could do is easily make a section in the casino that has a chain reaction under a button somewhere and each one of those detoniates the next consecutive one. It would take a little bit of work, I know quite a bit about TNT, I could help you.
R: Mhmm
W: So
R: o-okay
W: Look dude I’m just letting you know that's what I want you to do. PArt of working-
R: But in most cases and everything it would never see the light of day right?
W: In most cases yeah 100% most of the time maybe it won't happen, BUT if we need to protect the innocent thats what its fore
R: Yeah yeah
W: Yeah you want to protect like fundy, slimecicle, tubbo?
R: Yeah! Yeah
W: So that's, so that's what it's for and Ranboo! I shall bid you adieu, it was a pleasure, thank you for coming
R: Yeah of course!
W: and thank you for being a good co worker, you know?
R: Yeah
W: You’ve done a good job and I can’t-
R: Thank you
W: I trust you will do good work with that TNT I gave you but remember, make it safe!
R: Yeah
W: We don’t want it going off by accident we don't want it
R: Yeah I’ll maybe it very safe
W: Promise?
R: Promise, yeah
W: And you’re gonna tell me where you put the button and you’re gonna tell me where it's set up and-
R: Yep!
W: Okay. Alright, thanks Ranboo
R: Yeah, thanks, I’ll see ya, buh bye
W: I’ll see you around Ranboo. What a nice guy!
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hailhailsatan · 3 years
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Hiiii Hailie
You said you'd be happy to write more of the daddy eskel & little geralt verse so how does this sound? Little geralt getting a bit more confident and asking eskel to play with him? Maybe hide and seek or playing knights or anything like that. Basically I want to see little geralt getting a little more confident in his little space but still quite bashful
Hope you're doing good and thaaaaankkk yoooouuu
I am happy to do this I love them ❤️
Also thank you I'm a bit not well but writing these makes me happy so 💕 hahah
Here's some more shy Geralt and Daddy Eskel 🥰
CW: Little Space, non sexual, Little Geralt, Daddy Eskel, shy worried behaviour with plenty of comfort. Modern au.
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“One more.”
Eskel held up the last carrot stick for Geralt to eat who wouldn’t open his mouth.
“Come on, one more baby, you’re doing so well, then we can play a game.”
“I’ll eat half.”
“I’m not bargaining, one more.”
Geralt tried to grumble but as he finished the last one, Eskel’s cheek kisses took him out of his pretend huff. He jumped up onto Eskel’s knee again once he was back from taking the plate into the kitchen. The fact that Geralt had let him go that far without following him was still new.
“Are we going to play a game now, Daddy?”
Eskel turned Geralt round on his knee so that his back was facing him, then took the bobble out of his hair that was falling out of it and put it back in tighter. Geralt was very used to being fussed over by his Daddy and loved the constant touch.
“Mmhmm, what do you want to play, sweetheart?”
Geralt thought for a moment before replying.
“Hide and seek?”
“Sure baby, you go and find a place to hide, and I’ll close my eyes and count to 30.”
Eskel could feel Geralt grab onto his sleeve as his eyes went wide.
“C... can’t you come with me, Daddy?”
Eskel put a hand round his waist to give him a little cuddle while he explained.
“Well, I could, but then I might see where you hide and it would maybe make it a bit too easy. What do you think?”
Geralt thought for a little while more, his eyes moving round the room that suddenly seemed much bigger than it really was.
“But what if I get lost and you can’t find me ever again?”
Eskel could see real panic in Geralt’s eyes. It was more important that Geralt enjoyed what he was doing rather than the game being played properly.
“Hmmm, you know, I know this house really, really well. And I don’t think I could ever lose you, but, just to be doubly, triply safe... Daddy will hold your hand and we’ll find a place for you to hide together, then i’ll close my eyes and count to 30, how about that?”
Geralt grinned from ear to ear. The rules didn’t make sense and for anyone else, it would have taken the fun out of it, but not to Geralt. This was much better.
Eskel stood up with Geralt and they walked round the house. He even consulted his daddy on different hiding places, wondering which one would be better. Once he picked one, behind the curtain, he got into place to wait for Eskel to find him.
Eskel counted down from 30, listening to Geralt giggle as he got closer, if he didn’t already know where he was hiding, he would now.
“Ready or not, here I come!”
Eskel wandered round the house loudly, intentionally talking so that Geralt could still hear his voice no matter where he was. It was important that Geralt knew he was definitely going to be found. Any time Eskel gave a confused “hmmmm where could he be?” Geralt laughed even louder, it was unbelievably cute and Eskel wanted to keep him this happy all of the time. Once he seen Geralt peeking out round the curtain, he knew he was ready to be found. At first, he considered letting Geralt win, asking him to come out and tell him where the hiding place was, but he wanted Geralt to know that if he ever really did get lost, Eskel would always find him. He pulled back the curtains and was greeted with the tightest cuddle.
“There you are! Wow what an amazing hiding place, baby!”
“Could you see me, daddy?!”
“No, not even a little! I had to look everywhere!”
Eskel lifted him up letting Geralt wrap his legs round his waist.
“Do you want to play again?”
“Okay, but maybe, this time, when we find a new place you can close your eyes and that way it makes it a little harder?”
“That’s a brilliant rule sweetheart, you’re great at this!”
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Little Space Masterlist
Tag list:
@elliestormfound @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde @dani-dandelino @inikokoru @random-shit-writing @annafortoday @kueble @bichibibi @ammehmorton @lovelyeskel
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viastro · 4 years
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beautiful feeling | lee jihoon
ミ★ synopsis: in which jihoon doesn’t believe in soulmates until he hears the bells himself one fateful day.
ミ★ genre: soulmate au! fluff, humor
ミ★ warnings: none!
ミ★ word count: 1,446
ミ★ pairings: jihoon x female reader
ミ★ notes: hi! i’ve written two soulmate aus in a span of a few days uhh am i okay? probably not! i have two requests waiting for me to write but i’m a shithead and became inspired by this old prompt i found HAHAH i hope you guys like it <3
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“If mermaids were real, don’t you think we would’ve seen them by now?” Chan asks the group, and Vernon hides his face in his hands, waiting for Jun’s outburst.
“How could you just say that?!” Jun shouts and Jihoon lets out a chuckle as the two begin to bicker loudly. He reaches over and grabs his coke, taking a long sip as Jun prepares to flip the table.
“Do not flip the table! You two, just do rock, paper, scissors to decide who’s right and who’s wrong.” Mingyu yells over their voices, and they both turn to scowl at him. Vernon laughs when Jun reluctantly holds his hand out to prepare for the game.
“Rock… paper… scissors!” Jun holds out paper, while Chan holds out rock.
“FUCK!”
“YES!” Jun cheers and runs around the table, clapping his hands as Jihoon and Vernon laugh at Chan’s disappointed expression. They’re lucky that the restaurant isn’t that packed this afternoon, or else this would’ve been a lot more embarrassing. Jun finally comes back and sits in his seat, taking a happy bite of his ice cream while Chan sadly bites his straw.
“I still don’t think mermaids are real, shit’s just whack.” Chan grumbles and Mingyu flashes him a look of warning.
“I don’t know Chan, if soulmates are real then I don’t see why mermaids can’t be.” Vernon responds and Jihoon shakes his head. Mingyu and Jun raise an eyebrow at him, leaning in closer to ask, “Why did you shake your head no Woozi?”
“Cause soulmates aren’t real.” Jihoon simply answers, and everyone’s mouths drop open at his response. They look at Jihoon in disbelief as he continues to eat as if he didn’t just drop the biggest bomb ever. 
“How can you not believe in soulmates? Do you not remember any of our lessons about them in school?! Just because it’s more rare nowadays doesn’t mean they don’t-”
“That’s just it, they’re more rare,” Jihoon lifts his hands up to make quotation marks around the word, “because they aren’t real. Maybe they existed back then, but there’s no such thing as soulmates. They don’t exist. Do you know how ridiculous it is to find the person you’re apparently fated to by the sound of bells? That’s crazy.” 
Mingyu’s eye twitches as he stares at his best friend, contemplating jumping across the table to put him in a chokehold or to stay seated. Jun starts stress-munching on ice from his soda, Vernon rubs the back of his neck in disbelief, and Chan just gapes at Jihoon. 
“That’s about the most stupid shit you’ve ever said in our five years of friendship. Are you deadass right now? Are you sure that’s the reason?” Mingyu asks and Jihoon squints at him. He looks away, choosing to glance out the window.
“My parents aren’t soulmates, neither are any of our parents for that matter. There’s no way to prove that soulmates exist because it’s something only they experience.” Jihoon says, leaving no room for debate once he stands up from the table to go pay for his meal. The guys watch him as he heads towards the counter, and they all turn back towards each other with wide eyes.
“Can you believe this bitch?” 
“God, I know! I can’t believe he doesn’t believe in soulmates!”
“We were deadass taught this shit in school and he doesn’t buy it? There's enough proof in the pudding luv x.” 
“I can hear you guys!” Jihoon calls from the register, and the four guys turn to glance at the anti-soulmate man.
“We know!”
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“Woozi~” Mingyu sings as he steps into his room. Jihoon glances up from his work to check who entered his room, only to see his tall for no reason roommate standing at the doorway with a big smile. He immediately turns back towards his laptop, knowing that Mingyu is only in his room to ask for something, “What do you want Gyu?” 
“Can you come with me to the convenience store and get ramen? I’ll pay.” Jihoon pauses his movement of putting in his other earbud at the mention of ramen. He looks back at Mingyu, who is still standing there with a hopeful smile on his face.
“Give me five minutes.” Mingyu pumps his arm in the air in victory, giving him a thumbs up before exiting his room and closing the door. Jihoon stretches his arms over his head, letting out a small groan. He stands up from his desk, walking over to his closet to change into a t-shirt that doesn’t smell like it hasn’t been washed in a week. 
Throwing it on, he heads to his mirror and checks over his hair. He runs his hand through it a few times before deciding it looks fine and steps out of his room, phone in hand. Mingyu waits by the door, shoes and jacket already on.
“You must be really hungry.” Jihoon jokes as he steps into his sneakers, slipping on his jacket, and Mingyu rubs his stomach for emphasis on the fact that he’s starving. They walk out of their apartment, and make their way to the elevator.
“Hell yeah I am! I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast cause I wanted to finish my report. That’s why when we get there, I’m gonna eat like three cups of ramen.” Mingyu says as he presses the main floor button in the elevator, and it begins its descent to the apartment lobby
“I feel like three cups of ramen isn’t healthy Gyu.” Jihoon mentions and his friend shrugs, muttering what can ya do? sometimes you just gotta eat three cups of ramen.
The two step out of the elevator and exit the lobby. Jihoon rubs his arms at the cold night air, not expecting it to be this chilly. Mingyu and him begin their route to the corner store, having it memorized in the back of their heads from all the late night runs to buy unhealthy snacks.
“It’s a lot colder than I thought it’d be.” He states, and Mingyu nods in agreement, rubbing his own arms due to the thin jacket he chose. Jihoon lets out a breath and notices it appear before him, proving just how cold it is. 
The two start to walk a bit faster to make it to the warmth of the corner store. Jihoon finds himself being envious of those who chose to wear thicker jackets and scarves, wishing he was as smart as them. It’s right then and there that he notices you heading in their direction, only wearing gray sweats with a matching sweatshirt. He sees your hands visibly shake from the cold, and he feels a bit better knowing that him and Mingyu weren't the only ones who made a poor fashion decision.
As they pass you, Jihoon pauses once a sound registers in his mind. The pleasant chime of a bell rings loudly in his ears, and his eyes widen. 
“You know, maybe I should eat four cups of ramen. What do you think Ji?” Mingyu asks, turning to glance to his left, only to not find Jihoon beside him. Mingyu stops and turns around, and he raises an eyebrow once he notices how his friend is stuck in a frozen state, eyes wide. Opening his mouth to ask him if he’s alright, Mingyu notices you also stopped in your tracks right behind Jihoon.
Jihoon slowly turns around at the same time you do, eyes wide and mouths dropped open once the ringing of the bells slowly fades as you stare into each other's eyes. You take in his pink tinged cheeks, messy black hair and casual attire of black sweats and a black pullover. While Jihoon just stares into your eyes, finding them to be your prettiest feature as you stare at him in awe.
He watches as his best friend stays in a state of shock, the both of you not exchanging any words. It’s only then that Mingyu realizes what just happened, and he lets out a chuckle. He pulls out his phone to text the group chat that the one who didn’t believe in soulmates, found his.
“Hi.” You finally manage to say after a long period of shocked silence, sticking your hand out for him to shake. A smile takes over your features once you realize you’re one of the lucky ones who was blessed with a soulmate. He watches in awe as your eyes sparkle at him when you smile, and he can’t help but think he’s quite possibly found the eighth wonder of the world. Jihoon finds the sight rather contagious, as a smile breaks out onto his face as well. 
“Hi, I’m your soulmate.” Jihoon says softly, reaching out to shake your hand as one thought goes through his mind:
I can’t believe soulmates are real.
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interstellix · 3 years
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to those who made my 2020 a little better,
i just wanted to let each one of you know that you mean tons to me and that you truly have, in one way or another, made this year better. i’ll be honest, 2020 was just not it for me, a whole lot of shit happened and i’ve had countless of days where i’ve been too tired in ways i can’t explain. at the same time though, good things have happened as well, one of them being the people i’ve met on tumblr; some of you i’ve been friends with since before, some of you i got to know this year and some of you even very very recently. still, i can’t thank these people enough because they’ve all been part of making this year less shitty than it would’ve been otherwise. thus, i wanted to at least let the mentioned ones know that they’re the ones part of that
now, i’m really not good with words, and i absolutely Hate being sappy, yet that’s exactly what i’m being here fjkdfk. i’m deadass out here cringing at my own words but please bear with me this one time LMAOO.
tldr; ily and u’re all v v precious people to me
@ohmyhao i don't think i'll ever be able to explain just how precious you are to me, no joke :( i'm almost 100% you're the one who's been sticking around my blog(s) since the very start and i want you to know that, even if we don't talk as often, i'm grateful for each and every day knowing i deadass have someoone like you around. i mean, i'll be honest, i still question your choice of favorite haikyuu characters because oi🤮kawa bUT!! i'll forgive you bc!! you're literally among the cutest people i've ever come across (don't even think of arguing with me this time), you're no joke one of the reasons i continued staying on tumblr and getting to know you is something i'll always feel blessed over 🥰
@kachulein LOL OK i could go on for hours and hours here, mostly because of how many and all the different things we talk about stuff that just shouldn't see the light of the world included. talking to you is something that never fails to make me feel happy but also incredibly at ease; i really, really want you to know that something i’m incredibly grateful for is how i’m comfortable enough with you to be able to talk about things i otherwise just can’t :( aside from that, listen, 99% of our conversation have me wheezing my throat off, like it can get weird af but it still has me laughing. something else i’m really happy is when you put in your two cents in our conversation, i’ve said it before but as someone who struggles with seeing things from more than one perspective, i really admire hearing about your own! all in all, i love you tons and tons, you’re an incredible person through and through and i truly appreciate the time i get to talk to you!
@starryarles i don’t think i tell you this enough but?? mae?? i literally love you so much, legit l-o-mae-l??? i still laugh my ass of looking back at the time you found my other blog and i had to guess which one of my mutuals you were LMAOO listen the panic fjijfkjk. anyway, i absolutely adore every message, ask and comment i receive from you, no joke i always get really happy from each one of them and tbh?? during that long period of time we didn’t talk i genuinely thought you hated me or something HAHAH. turns out that that was not true at all or so i hope and not to sound like a sap but i’m deadass overjoyed that we started talking again. and really, you’re way, way too supportive, i literally don’t deserve how much love i’ve received from you even but please know that i’m grateful for every bit of it and that i love you stupid much and hope we can have another good year together :’)
@milkteandhan you?? are also?? one of the few who have been dealing with my ass literally from the very start?? because i seriously can’t remember having been on tumblr without you around?? BUT ALSO YOU LITTLE SHIT IDGI you bully me to the ends of the fucking world but for some reason?? i still love you?? >:(( ok but jokes aside, i really do love you a lot, i mean i love you as much as you make me suffer and that? that’s a lot :) you drop by my inbox with either the cutest/funniest message or pictures that make me wanna dig my grave but either way, they always make me smile like a fucking moron and listen LISTEN. i really wanna explain to you how much you mean to me but idk where to start bc i can’t. literally just can’t. find the words for that. but all i can say is that meeting you is something i’ll thank any and every damn god out there for and i’m not even religious, like at all fjkdjfkd so yeah. mwah
@astronomlns my god you bitch you bully me almost on the daily and then you?? have the audacity to deny it?? but! that said, i don’t mind lol. one of my biggest regret what goes my “”online-life”” is the awfully long time we didn’t talk but that’s also why i’m mad happy that we actually do now, almost every day even. i’ve already said this before but have the friendly reminder that you’re among the few that i feel really safe when talking. we’ve also pointed out this before but it’s almost been two whole years since we became friends and i hope you can stick with my shit for another whole year. again, you bully me a lot, but i still love you a whole damn lot, never forget that
@lixchannie i’ll be flat out honest, idk what the hell i’m supposed to say here. despite all bullshit that has happened you’ve been there with me this entire, entire time ever since we became friends and i don’t think i’ll ever be able to explain how thankful i am for that. we don’t talk every day and imy when we don’t lmao but tbh i’m fine with that because i’m genuinely glad knowing that i even get to have someone like you in my life. so yeah don’t leave me bc i’ll deadass hunt you to the end of the world
the rest of the “”kin-gang”” like some like to call it @bubbleskz @berryyyyyy @skzbbie we don’t talk as often, v v rarely actually but i want y’all to know that i don’t appreciate and love you any less than i did before we started somewhat losing touch. i don’t like sounding cheesy and shit fjkfkds but let it slide this time, the times we do talk are times i treasure more than i can explain, deadass. i feel like i don’t tell you this enough but you guys are better friends than i could ever ask for. again, we don’t talk as much, but 2020 would’ve sucked a thousand times more if we didn’t talk a lot, so thank you tons for being part of it and i hope you’ll be there for 2021 too :’)
@soulkhunscompass LISTEN. listen. i’ll say it, i’ll just fucking say it: i don’t deserve you at fucking all :///// you’re way too sweet to me, talking to you always makes me smile and laugh, esp when you promise making me food one day ffjdkfjkds. but somehow?? at the same time, and idk how you do it, but somehow SOMEHOW you never fail to make me feel appreciated whenever you tell me sweet ass things. ‘in return’, never forget that both that and you are something i appreciate way way more k >:( and also >:(( never forget that i love you so much, literally more than i love how the corner of felix’s eyes crinkle up whenever he smiles and that’s,,, that’s a damn lot tbh 👉👈
@chwe-yeeun honestly i’m lowkey sobbing while writing this. you’re one of those i only got to know this year, in fact just a few months ago but nonetheless, you’re still one of those i treasure a whole damn lot. like you said, you love making me suffer with pretty boys, it hurts but it’s still funny lmao, i appreciate but also feel bad whenever you have to deal with my bullshit whenever i come crying to you over eric those pretty boys, aNd ThE tImEs yOu SeNd ThAt CuTe HuG?? i return them all, like fr take my heart i don’t need it, it’s your for the taking like literally fuck it. moral of the story, i love you tons and thank you for being there with and for me :’)
@riskyrenjun i might as well start off and say that i fucking screeched when i saw you in my notifs and mention my content on your blog bc?? the queen herself?? noticed me?? wtf?? and i’ll be honest, i’ve been following you for a good while and for the longest time ever i wanted to hit you up bc you’ve literally always seemed so precious sO?? dO YOU EVEN KNOW??? hoW hAPPY i am?? that we actually?? are friends?? i’ve done nothing to deserve that but here we are fjkflkd. i saw your end-of-the-year post, i’m sorry i haven’t responded to it and that i’ve been so shit at talking lately, but i promise i’ll try to get better at it lmao so!!! i hope you’ll still stick around with me at that point because i can be really fucking damn annoying 🥺 long story short pray for a good 2021 bc you’ll probably regret ever even wanting to talk to me once we’ve become closer lol <3
there are a few other friends and mutuals i wanna include here; i don’t talk as much with some of y’all, others are people i’m still getting to know but nevertheless, i want you to know that meeting each one of you here on this hellsite is a blessing in itself and that it’s one of the things i’m happy 2020 has actually given me :’)
@0325-4419 @marculees @jwisungchan @stealerz @ciiikb @zoey-angel-istaeminsbitchnow @yangles @violethhj @littlefallenrebel  
alllso to dear dc servers: @planteii @joey-yellow-county @sakura-writes-stuff @bound-writings @koukounuts @classicalsylph  the rest of the server bc i’m struggling really hard to find them // @crimsoncitrus @everythingsinred and the rest of that server because again i’m struggling to find the url to the rest fjdkfkd; i’m not particularly active in neither but i still want you to know that i’m very grateful for being able to be part of two v v warm and welcoming servers, so thank you for that 🥺
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strfd · 2 years
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drakonig, maybe? ;w;
send URL for opinion. always open.
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MY OPINION ON ;
character in general : okay but dragon tho . need i go on ??
really though . honestly . i love smaug . he's such a bastard . i mean what ? like i get that he's supposed to be like this evil character or what have you . & i get it , he's the bad guy . but like i feel he really just got like the short end of the stick ? i think ? in terms of the movie that is . couldnt tell how it's like in the books but i feel like he got very little screen time . this is a character that is EXTREMELY complex . & he just got shafted . like straight up . this fucking beast took an entire mountain from a group of peoples only to like , what , get maybe 5 minutes of screen time ? LOL
then again . i think i am just overly biased cause i really love dragons anyway . i think they are an often misunderstood species . theyre extremely intelligent & dangerous as a species . so like , again , smaug just really got fucked overall . i do hope this doesnt make me TOO much of a dragon simp lol . then again . i dont give a fuck i have so much dragon memorabilia ( specifically toothless tbh ) & i have too many dragon based characters / ocs . HRNGH
anyway . yea . hahah . brrrr dragon . i love .
how they play them : dragon go brrrrrrrrrrr .
LOL okay jk but ... like i dunno much cause ive seen like maybe 1 or 2 things . but from what i have read ? i like it ? honestly i think i cant really give you a super formal or personal opinion yet . but i do have to say that you take your dragon lore very seriously ! which is always something i really take into consideration . maibly because i dont want people to half ass something that i fucking LOVE . you know ? not talking about smaug but just dragons in general .
for smaug tho ... Like damn . dont think i could have really asked for another . & thats genuinely just from the little peicees i have seen . then again . i think any dragon lover can recognise another dragon lover HRNGH . i honestly look really forward to seein more of your posts T^T & just getting to talk to you more . cause im just GENUINELY interested . cuase yea . dragons ... 🥺
The Mun : huehuehue dragon ....
but oh i think i went off a little above but ... Like ... aged chocolate tho . LOL 
idk . i think we personally hit it off REALLY well ? & so quickly ?? idk . like i vibed with your rules & , ngl , i think you're very straight forward & honest ??? then again ... this is coming from somebody who bites snowflakes OFTEN so ... i think i may have mentioned this before but like , i think youre valid if what you gotta do to let peeps know but as i have said to another friend , anybody who wants to start shit about it are gatekeeping little shits . entitled brats who are childish & dont deserve you . youre a good bean okay ? maybe thats just me . BUUUUUTTT ... guess that means youre asshole repellent as well so ... i love me some raid mmmmmmm . keeps the gross people away HRNGH .
you know what though . you actually are a dragon . LOL a very cute & lovely dragon ! are you a pocket dragon ? can i keep you on me 👉👈 i l - like dragons .... 😭
DO I ;
RP with them : no :c it makes me very sads :<
Want to RP with them : oh absolutely ! Not sure how we would go about doing so . mayhaps in a modern verse ? honestly . im also SO down to make a specialised verse for you as well . we would have to do a lot of plotting i think . OR at the very least , if you could allow me to write up a special verse mixing some of our crrent verses ? we could have a unique thing for ourselves . but thats entirely up to you . i dont mind making a new world . i have done so already since ive written a book series before xD so it wouldnt be hard for me . but hmu sometime ! Lets talk yea ~ ?
WHAT IS MY ;
Overall Opinion: hmmm ... something something ... dragons . 😊
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty
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writingsbychlo · 3 years
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I’m getting asks like this lately;
“what would ff!tommy (and any other characters, maybe —- hahah) do if...”
“ff!tommy (and Mitch, or regular tommy, sam maybe?) seeing the reader...”
“how would they (ff!tommy and others maybe? I think stiles would be the same?) react to...”
“I think ff!tommy, thomas and mitch all have .... in common, so what would they all do in .... situation.”
like, y’all ain’t slick.
I see you trying to get other character headcanons, even though I’ve blatantly said I’m only taking firefighter!tommy ones right now. just because you stick a ‘haha’ or emojis in there, or even say something like ‘omg I love love love your other character headcanons too’, or ‘pleeeease answer this i really need to know’ doesn’t mean I can’t see what you’re doing.
any asks like that are straight up being deleted.
when character headcanons are back open, you will know. but I’ve chosen not to open them yet because I have a lot of writing to do and they’re overwhelming.
I’m trying to finish up the 12 days of AU-mas fics for y’all as well as Tomuary fics. I am just a person, I am doing my best. I also get a lot of asks - which are also promptly deleted because, as you can see, I’m not afraid of the delete button - asking when the next fic is coming and when I’m going to open requests/headcanons;
i don’t take requests for fics.
y’all are literally about to get so many fics, some of you need some damn patience. i work, i eat, i sleep, i have other hobbies. my job isn’t to write free shit for you all to read.
when i open headcanons, i get upwards of 100 (yes, that’s a real figure, and an average from previous times!!) asks within 24 hours. once again, overwhelming. so, probably not opening them again until February, maybe later than that, too.
so yeah, that’s all I have to say. be patient, be kind, be appreciative.
love u all, thanks if u bothered to read this x
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RadioHusk Week - #2 To Love A Dumbass
I meant to write a drabble and my hand slipped.
I’m sorry.
[ EDITED 4/5/20 ]
I want to do a drawing for every fic, it just takes my dumb butt forever to do anything. Forewarning, this was done at 2 am, so it might be a bit jumbled? I edited what I could to fix it. I hope you all enjoy!
To hell’s general population or the few who knew of him, Husk was a lot of things. Temperamental, apathetic, tired of everyone’s shit... the list could go on, but he liked to think he was a pretty simple guy.
Uncomplicated and easy to understand. You leave him alone, he’ll leave you alone. You get on his nerves, he’ll probably claw your eyes out. Maybe. If he actually had the energy for it. A fair trade if you asked him.
And he didn’t ask for much. To most, he didn’t like to be bothered, he enjoyed card games, he depended on alcohol to get him through the day, and he had a fondness for magic tricks.
That last one was a little-known fact to their small group of misfits. The hotel’s residents didn’t need to know about it. The only reason any of them had even found out was because of Angel Dust challenging him to a card game.
He was more than a little drunk at the time. Hah, he’d been fucking plastered.
Kicking that fluffy arachnoids ass was just a bonus. While he never doubted his own hand, being that uncoordinated never usually ended well for him. He tended to keep to himself when he was at his worst.
He was surprised he even agreed to do anything at all instead of telling that perverted walking stick to shove off! Even more surprising was as trashed as he’d been, he was still apparently unbeatable.
Husk wondered if he had an ace up his sleeve… and he didn’t even have sleeves… or wear clothes.
Yikes. Did bow ties and tophats count?
Hmmmm… wait. No. He wasn’t doing this to himself again. It was hard enough accepting he was an overgrown catbird. He’d leave this complicated crap alone. Besides, trying to wear clothes over fur was a pain in the ass. Not to mention extremely uncomfortable...
Lucky streak aside, Husk won whatever bet they’d made. He couldn’t quite remember what it was since he’d been blackout drunk, but he knew Vaggie had enough blackmail on Angel to get about a week’s worth of good behavior out of him.
That alone had made this whole thing an even bigger victory. The only problem was that with his drinking, while his gambling was on point, his mouth… wasn’t. 
Plenty of sinners gave away personal information when they were drunk. People did it while they were alive, so it wasn’t an uncommon thing down in hell. The only problem was where it ended up… or who it ended up with.
Long story short, he’d apparently let Angel Dust in on his appreciation for magic and had even shown him a trick or two with his cards while they were playing. He couldn’t remember jack shit, but it was possible.
How else would Angel have found out? The only other demons who’d know would be Alastor or Niffty and he doubted Alastor would randomly share something as insignificant as this. He may have a thing for pushing Husk’s buttons, but he didn’t think the other would just throw that out into the open without any context.
Actually, he probably would.
Either that or Niffty spilled the beans… she liked his coin behind the ear trick. She made for a great audience, even when she had to stop him to sweep up his stray feathers or dust the furniture in his room. He wasn’t a total slob, but he was rarely in his hotel room to begin with, so it wasn’t really his top priority.
Like right now. He could clean up the broken glass next to the bed, but he wasn’t going to. He drank often enough, so hangovers rarely bothered him, but sometimes even he overdid it.
His tolerance was absolutely phenomenal. A blessing and a curse. On the one hand, he could enjoy his booze and watch his drinking buddies fall over after a few shots of the hard stuff. On the other hand, it was tougher to get buzzed or even just flat out drunk if he wanted a quick way to escape his own mind.
Last night had been one of those times and he absolutely went overboard. The hangover he was nursing could definitely attest to that. If the pounding in his head grew any worse he’d probably die. Again.
With a sigh, Husk shifted into a more comfortable position, trying to keep his wings in mind. He didn’t need any other problems right now.
Speaking of problems, he hoped he didn’t do anything too stupid. How did he get back to his room, anyway? He tried to wrack his brain for answers, but all he got was a flash of white-hot pain radiating throughout his skull for his trouble.
This was the beauty of alcohol. It made you forget, even if it was only for a short time. He’d already made that mistake twice in one fucking day… One with Angel Dust, and the other with-
A knock at the door made him tense, the sound not at all helping his headache. Who was bothering him at this hour? Wait, what time was it? Shit… was he late for work? Most likely. He didn’t actually give too much of a shit, seeing as to how he worked seven days a week. 
The only one it would actually bother was-
//BANG//
The sound of the door slamming open and ramming into the wall made him jump so hard his teeth clacked together. 
A loud boisterous voice filled the quiet of his room moments later, “Ohhhhh Husker! Wakey wakey, my darling kitty cat! Your shift started hours ago, and our sour sinners are hankering for your testy temper. And quite possibly a beverage or two, but that is no concern of mine. Hahah!”
Husk groaned, curling into a ball. Maybe if he hid in his wings, the bastard would take the hint and leave. He was too exhausted to deal with this shit.
Of course, he wasn’t that lucky. Give him a deck of cards and you’d see him win the whole pot! But a radio demon that he just so happened to be in a relationship with? Not so much.
Hold on a damn minute… Was it a relationship? It was probably the closest thing to one. They never agreed on an actual title, but Alastor had been pretty pushy about them trying this… whatever it was out.
In fact, if he thought back to it, he hadn’t believed the guy at first, having been pining over said demon for years. Why would he come waltzing over to Husk, demanding him to be his significant other?
He’ll fucking tell you why. His own mouth betrayed him. With Angel Dust, he’d been very loose tongued thanks to his over drinking.
Alastor had come over to watch their game of cards, and by the end of it, had decided to poke fun at his old pal Husker. 
He’d given Husk a round of applause for his card tricks, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that he’d won the game and left Angel Dust flipping the table in despair. None of it mattered because it hadn’t been enough to fill Alastor’s endless need to be entertained.
He just so happened to believe that ‘drunk Husk’ was an absolute riot. He’d told him as much in the past. 
Although, instead of the usual banter or wobbly cat behavior he would have normally provided, Husk decided to share an even more personal secret than his fucking magic tricks.
He’d told the cannibalistic serial killer he was in love with him.
And it didn’t end there. To make it worse, since he’d been three sheets to the wind, he ended up forgetting everything that happened.
Angel Dust finding out about him being a magician was fine.
Alastor finding out about his undying love for him?
Husk would sooner have jumped in front of an Angel on extermination day than to have revealed his feelings to Alastor.
When he’d found out about what he’d done, because of course the insufferable jackass had to bring up his mistake as soon as he was sober, he may or may not have tried to jump out of the nearest window.
That was a tough feat to accomplish considering his bar was on the first floor. Had he done it anyway? Well, he tried to, but the other put a stop to his attempt so he hadn’t gotten very far.
In the end, Alastor had told him he should’ve confessed sooner because they could’ve been spending quality time together. He may have spaced out after that due to his brain short-circuiting.
It was almost too good to be true.
Husk agreed to Alastor’s demands, feeling like he would’ve been an idiot to refuse an opportunity to spend more time with the demon that held his heart in the palm of his hand.
Should he have paid more attention to what those demands were? Hell yes. His impulsive decision left him with more questions than answers.
After all, making deals with demons was a dangerous game.
The lowlifes he used to play poker with regularly would’ve told him to suck it up and take the offer for what it was worth. Taking chances was their shtick. 
Jerry, the cheating piece of shit, would have asked, “Why look a gift horse in the mouth?”
This was why. He had so many regrets. 
Husk heard the tapping of hooved shoes making their way toward him and scowled from beneath his feathery shelter. If Al did what he knew he was absolutely going to freakin’ do, he’d give him the silent treatment for the next three days.
He’d say a week, but Husk would cave long before Alastor… He may like his space, but he liked Alastor more. The guy had a way of making him crave for his attention, even if the radio demon himself didn’t always want it in return.
Hell, Alastor rarely showed any interest in him to begin with. And no, having an interest in causing him constant aggravation did not fucking count. He was busy with the hotel and all of the ragtag tenants he got a sick pleasure tormenting. 
It was hilarious. Honestly, it was, but he wanted more… It was selfish, especially since he fell in love with Alastor for who he was and not for some warped soap opera version of himself that he was sure plenty of demons daydreamed about.
Eugh...
Husk was guilty of daydreaming. He daydreamed plenty when it came to his ‘partner.’ Husk would be the first to admit he was a hopeless romantic… well. Maybe not out loud. 
He liked the thought of tender touches, passionate kisses, and appreciative glances. Did he need them? No. Did the thought of them make his heart race? Fucking Christ, yes they did.
He knew Alastor wasn’t interested in any of that. It wasn’t who he was and Husk could accept that, selfish desires be damned. He just wished someone would give him a hint as to what exactly Alastor was playing at. 
Was this something he actually wanted? What was he getting out of it? Why would he even bother with something he usually thought was so ‘tedious?’ He’d said so plenty of times to Angel and Charlie.
It’s already been a few weeks since they’d made this little agreement. Now that he was thinking back on it, it's almost been a month! You’d think he’d know the answers to all of these questions by now, but he was left in the dark when it came to Alastor’s intentions. 
He was torn from his thoughts when a hand gripped his furry ankle and dragged him to the end of the bed. 
Husk let out a warning growl to try and ward off the other from his oncoming attack, but it was useless.
Alastor only chortled in response and Husk felt the hand wrapped around his ankle tighten briefly before moving away. He knew better than to believe that was it. This was only the beginning.
He was proven right when his wings were forcefully pried apart, revealing him to his attacker who looked way too smug for his own good. “My Dearest Husker, why must you hide from me? You know, while I do love your volatile personality, I’m only here to help!”
Holy shit… 
Had he actually fallen in love with this dumbass?
Husk sneered, the stabbing pain in his head only growing worse as he locked eyes with Alastor. “Help? How is this helping?”
He watched Alastor’s brows furrow for a split second before his grin stretched impossibly wider. “Why, of course it is! You would have missed your shift, otherwise. After all, your job is crucial! You’re the first face our lovely residents see!”
Sitting up, Husk felt his wings fluff up. This was getting ridiculous. He was hungover and more than a little unstable in the feelings department. Alastor was only making things worse, seeing as to how he was the main cause of his emotional turmoil. 
He could start yelling and throwing a tantrum, but that would only amuse the bastard and leave him with an even bigger headache. 
No. He had to catch him off guard.
Maybe he’d try something new… he had nothing to lose except his dignity and he’d lost that years ago.. 
Fuck it.
“I want a divorce.”
He felt a swell of pride at Alastor’s blank stare. So that actually shut him up, eh? Sure, this didn’t at all make any sense, but if he had to deal with Alastor’s bullshit, then the idiot was going to get bullshit thrown right back into his stupidly handsome face.
“Pardon?”
“I want a divorce.”
Alastor’s smile waned as his brows went back into a furrow, his head tilting to the side. “Husker, my good man… we aren’t married.”
Husk felt himself relax. Al’s voice had quieted immensely from his earlier shouting. He always had to project his voice, no matter where he went. This was a hell of a lot better for his head. He could already feel the pain lessen.
With a distracted nod, Husk huffed out, “I know. I still want a divorce.” He watched as Alastor’s grin strained, eyes narrowing as he studied him. He felt a shiver travel up his spine at the others searching stare.
Unsatisfied with what he seemed to not be able to find, Alastor released the firm grip he had on his feathers only to move those deft clawed hands behind his back. Husk was sure he was clenching them tight with frustration. 
He couldn’t tell if this was funny or sad. He didn’t want to piss off his ‘steady,’ but he also wasn’t in the mood to be pissed off himself.
Looking at Alastor, he had to admit it was actually pretty damn comical.
“No.”
Husk blinked, feathered brows raising high in confusion. “What?”
Alastor’s expression morphed into a sharp smile, his glowing red eye’s staring unwavering into Husk’s. He seemed to radiate extreme disapproval. “No. We aren’t getting a divorce, Dearest.” His smile gave an irritated twitch.
Holy shit. This was unexpected. He hadn’t actually thought something like this would upset the overlord so much. This should be funny. He should be laughing…
It wasn’t funny. He loved Alastor too much to keep this up, but he also didn’t understand. Why was Al taking this so seriously? The radio host would usually have laughed something like this off or made an even bigger joke out of it… so why wasn’t he doing that now?
He really needed to get answers. If they were going to be anything they needed to start by finding common ground.
Mind made up, Husk stretched. If he was going to do this, he might as well be comfortable. He let out a pleased hum at every pop or crack he worked out of his spine. That felt so much better…
He glanced back up at his uninvited guest, only to pause. Alastor’s previous expression was gone. Husk wasn’t sure if he could put a name to it… but it was softer. Not a word he was used to using when it came to this particular demon. He looked downright distracted as his eyes traveled along the length of Husk’s body…
There was absolutely no fucking way this was happening right now.
He felt hope well into his chest, but he buried it down deep, he had some questions that needed answering. “Okay. We won’t get a divorce… we can still be friend-married or whatever. I didn’t think you’d take what I said so seriously...”
Alastor seemed to tune back in at the sound of his voice, his smile taking on a more satisfied curl. “I’m glad you’ve changed your mind! A divorce, hah! How silly…-” He stilled, a record scratching sound following his abrupt pause as one of his brows raised in question. “Friend-married?” 
He grimaced, “I do believe we have taken the next step in our relationship to a status higher than mere friends. Though I suppose that wouldn’t take away our actual friendship, I was hoping for a more committed type of companionship.”
Husk felt his jaw drop in shock. Hold the fucking phone, what? 
Alastor didn’t seem to notice his surprise, carrying on with a look of distaste. “Honestly, Husker… friend-married? Is that a word young folk are using these days? Taking two separate terms and mashing them together?” 
He let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head at the thought. “I miss the days where words were used more appropriately.” Another twitch of his wide grin. “Besides, why crush words together when you can crush skulls?”
Husk gave a hard blink, his tail thumping on the sheets behind him. Holding up a clawed paw, he cut off the other’s rambling. “You… Do you seriously want to be in a relationship with me? You’re not just pulling my leg for a laugh?” If he was, he’d kill him. He’d probably be the one killed, but he would die trying.
Alastor’s confusion was palpable at this point as he tilted his head for a second time. “... I do believe I asked this of you before we began our partnership, yes. Besides, I may have just literally pulled your leg a short while ago, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I would spend so much time doing all of this just to cure my boredom..."
Husk felt like he was going to pass out. His heart was hammering so hard he thought it was going to beat right out of his chest. 
He was serious. Alastor wasn’t doing this for a laugh. He was actually interested in some form of relationship with him that wasn’t just friendly or work-based. 
Holy fucking shit what the fuck?
Husk’s ears were swiveling about, his fur was bristling, his tail was curling, and his wings were poofing out. He wasn’t sure what kind of fucking response his body was having to this unexpected situation. 
Was he confused? Was he flustered? Was he offended? He had no clue because he was feeling too much at once to comprehend a single thing.
He was able to stutter out a rushed, “Me? You want to be with me? Of all the demons in hell, you chose me?” 
Alastor gave a slow nod, regarding him with a curious gaze. “Why waste my time lavishing affection on just anyone when I can focus my attention on one demon in particular?” 
His hand rose from behind his back, cautiously reaching out towards Husk only to let it hover in the air between them as if he were worried about spooking him. He continued, “And who better than one whose company I enjoy… and one who I am so very fond of?”
Husk couldn’t fucking believe this. Alastor liked him. Alastor liked him to the point of wanting to be with him. Not just to terrorize him to get a reaction out of him. This whole time. This whole god damned time he could have been getting to know this crazy sonofabitch and here he was, wasting his only chance to do exactly what he’s wanted to for fucking years because he couldn’t just get over himself.
Husk shrunk in on himself with a horrified gasp, “Oh no. I’m the dumbass.” Before Alastor could question him, he ran his paw down his face, groaning out, “This whole time I thought you were just doing this because you were bored. You like pissing me off to the point of me ripping my own fur out!” 
His wings moved to cover him back up, he couldn’t bear to look at the demon in front of him anymore. This was too embarrassing. “I’m a fucking dumbass.” he muttered dejectedly.
The room was quiet for a few moments. Hell, Alastor could have vanished and he wouldn’t have been able to tell from beneath his feathery cocoon. This was amazing and awful all at once. He was an idiot, but he was a happy idiot.
He jumped at the feeling of gentle hands resting against his wings. He felt them hesitate before they began to caress him, palms moving in long even strokes. When Husk didn’t move to pull away or stop him, Alastor began to alternate between petting and running his claws soothingly through his feathers.
It felt nice… 
Husk felt himself begin to relax, not at all realizing how wound up he’d actually been. This was ridiculous. He needed to get a hold of himself… well. Maybe after a few more minutes of Alastor touching him like this... Alastor was comforting him. Would this ever happen again?
He really hoped so.
“Husk?” He felt his eyes snap open at the other’s hushed voice. He’s never heard Alastor so quiet before. They’d known each other for decades and not once has Alastor gotten even close to speaking in a volume this low that wasn’t a sinister threat. This was a soft plea for his attention.
Well, if he hadn’t had it before, he certainly had it now. He mentally prepared himself as best as he could before he shifted, immediately mourning the loss of the other’s hands as they retreated from his wings to give him space. 
Crossing his arms, he sat up and allowed his wings to part open, folding them down to rest over his legs and along the bedspread. Seeing as to how he’d let them drag across the floor plenty of times in the past, letting them hang off of the bed wouldn’t hurt them.
He glanced up toward Alastor, taking in his surprisingly patient smile and couldn’t help returning it with a smile of his own. Husk’s smile only widened as he grumbled, “You’re stuck with a dumbass for a partner. Hope you’re happy, ya wiseguy.”
Blinking owlishly, Alastor took on a more bemused grin. “Well… while there are several names I could call you, that one definitely wouldn’t have been my first choice. I prefer goofball!” He leaned down to get into Husk’s space, their faces only a few inches apart. “You’re a goofball, my Dear! But you’re my goofball.” 
Husk was glad he had fur because he felt his whole body heat up at just how close their faces were. It was harder to deal with his feelings when he was able to see Alastor up close. And this was really fucking close.
Alastor took notice of the change and seemed to study him, though he’d probably been doing that the whole damned time with how stupid Husk had been acting. Embarrassing. Absolutely humiliating. He was going to pretend this never happened. 
He was hungover. That was his excuse and... why was Alastor giving him that look?
Said overlord was giving him a large smirk, eyes lidded and teeth glinting from the minuscule light coming in from under his hotel’s door. His expression was one that told him he was about to get on Husk’s last nerve… he wanted to kiss that look right off his face.
Alastor closed the gap between them, purposely bumping their noses together. “My Dear sweet Husker. There’s no need to be shy! I had no idea you were so insecure. I’ll make sure to be more considerate of your feelings in the future.”
That little shit. He was teasing him! He had some fucking nerve.
Husk wasn’t about to let Alastor make fun of him. He was purposely trying to rile him up because he went all googly-eyed over him. It wasn’t his fault he fell in love with the guy! What right did he have to take advantage of that?
He made sure to give Alastor the stink eye and a very displeased noise that was definitely threatening and not at all pathetic. Okay, it was kind of pathetic. He was flustered, okay? It was tough to control his body when his instincts had a mind of their own!
Alastor beat him to the punch, making any thought of retaliation fly right out the window by gently nudging their noses together. “My Darling, don’t look so cross. I’m only teasing you!” 
Hah, Husk fucking knew it! The bastard.
The radio demon moved to press his face into Husk’s neck, his shoulders shaking with his laughter. 
Husk would have throttled him if he wasn’t currently trying not to combust. He was used to Alastor touching him, but this felt different. They were dating. It felt intimate when it really wasn’t. Was it? Oh shit… 
Normally he’d push him away, but it suddenly felt like the wrong thing to do. As if this was a moment he shouldn’t… couldn’t ruin. 
It was getting increasingly hard to not do anything, especially when the huffing breath against his neck was making him twitch. He was ticklish, and if Alastor ever found out he’d be screwed.
Okay, he had to move. He didn’t have to stop touching him, but he did have to stop chuckling into his neck. “Al, buddy. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you gotta stop.” He leaned back, arms moving behind him to support his weight. 
Alastor let him go, laughter dying out as soon as Husk had distanced himself. “Oh? Have I gone too far? Did I offend you?” 
Husk shook his head, “Nah, not that you’d give two shits about offending anybody. Too far is never far enough for you. I’m just gonna have to get used to all of this…” He quickly cut the other off when he saw his mouth open to question him. “I’m not used to all this touchy-feely crap!”
Alastor gave him a wide-eyed stare. “I’m quite certain I touch you very often, my fine feathered feline. I’ve always been very affectionate with you. What is making this so difficult for you?” 
Well, he had a point. “Okay, look. I know nothings actually changed. It just feels different now that we’re together. I don’t know how else to explain it… Like I said. I just have to get over it.”
“Hmmmmm… Righto! Then I suppose we’ll just have to get you used to it!” Alastor leaned forward, his knee coming up to rest on the mattress between Husk's legs. The mattress dipped at the added weight, bringing Husk up slightly.
Husk blanched, too startled to question what Alastor was doing as the overlord wrapped an arm around his waist. “Stay still, my Dear. We’ll solve this little dilemma of yours in no time at all!” As he spoke, his head came down to nuzzle his face into Husk’s chest fur. 
This resulted in Husk arching his back to better accommodate for the body suddenly clinging to him.
Why was this happening to him? Was he being blessed or punished? 
This felt an awful lot like a fucking punishment. 
Is this what he got for being a dumbass?
Alastor's free hand moved to rest on top of his own. “Husker, my Darling… your heart is beating very fast.”  He could practically hear the smug smirk in his sweetheart's tone.
He could live with it...
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thepancakeboi · 4 years
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My Demons
Spoilers below for Persona 5, told from Goro Akechi’s POV directed at Ren/Joker, written based off the lyrics of “My Demons” by Starset (the lyrics themselves are colored red). Starset is definitely one of my favorite bands of all time and after the sad-fest that was Liar, my “Goro Akechi isn’t dead” mindset had to write a sequel. So here it is in the beautiful, glorious mess that it is meant to be because...well, I’ll explain it at the end.
Starts on December 16th with each break being a time skip to the next day.
 “Mayday! Mayday! Abandon ship!”
I barely repress a maniacal chuckle as shadows and cognitions alike run, bleating like the lost sheep they are. The grin spread wide across my face is the only crack in my otherwise calm facade. Wait, why are they panicking again? Oh, that’s right. The ship is slowly sinking around them. This chaos isn’t my doing, as far as I’m aware, but I bask in its glory. This is the chaos I had sought to bring to reality before...
Before what? What has changed? Was it...the fight against you, Joker, and your band of thieves? It’s the last thing I remember vividly. Sae’s Palace, the betrayal, shooting...you, finding out you were still alive and that you must be making a move on Masayoshi Shido, all of it leading up to this grand finale: the showdown between the former ace detective and the Phantom Thieves. I know why we fought. I had truly thought that I needed to eliminate everything in my way to get my revenge, no matter the cost. They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling of having everything you worked for so hard to be both so tantalizing close yet crumbling down into pieces. Their words meant nothing to me...at least, that’s what I had led everyone to believe. You, however, saw through the act, at least, I think you did. Even if your stupid feelings for me kept getting in the way at every turn, you were always one step ahead of me until the end where the wall separated us.
They're all around me, Shido’s cognition of me and the shadows ready to tear me apart should he lose to himself. Surrounding me, circling like vultures waiting for their next meal: Goro Akechi, the bastard son of this ship’s “captain”. They want to break me and wash away my colors from this world and the real one, but I refuse to go down without a fight. I face myself, our bullets fire, and-
That’s...the last thing I remember.
Everything else is a blur. I haven’t been able to think clearly since that fateful moment. My memory, usually so immaculate and infallible, has been failing me. I can’t recall anything, least of all how I survived. Had I fought tooth and nail through the hordes of enemies, desperate to survive another day? Did I perhaps summon Loki from the dredges of my waning strength in a last-ditch effort to destroy Shido’s plans for me? Or had I collapsed from exhaustion and been left for dead when I still had some sliver of life left in me? I find that I don’t know the answer to that question. All I know is that I’m still here, on this cruise ship from hell, feeling like I have nowhere else to go. In a sense, they did wash away my colors, and now all that’s left is my true self. The me I’ve been hiding for so long that it feels unreal.
It’s almost...freeing.
If only you could see me as I am. You could take me high and I'll sing like a canary of what I had done. I’d tell you of every little thing that led us to that moment. Maybe that’s what pushes me to make my way off the ship because I’m just now realizing that...
Oh, you make everything okay.
Okay...
Okay. Just a little bit further. My wounds from before make for a slow, painful escape but, through either some miracle or curse, I find myself back in the real world. I don’t stick around. I know you likely weren’t far behind, and I don’t really want you to see me like this: broken, hurt, and with no one to turn to.
I crash on my bed, finally able to rest after my agonizing escape. Normally, I would welcome the pain to keep my mind from going places I didn’t want. Not even this pain is enough to stop my thoughts straying to you. Even now, you’re just as distracting as ever. We are one in the same, similar in almost every way except for one: our ability to cope with our situation. I caused you so much pain and trouble, and despite what you said back there, I can’t bring myself to believe any of it could be true. But...you take all of the pain away.
Away...
Away is where I need to go. You wanted to save me, yet you can’t.
Even if I want you to save me if I become my demons.
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I wake up in confusion. How did I get here? Where was Shido’s palace and why was I not there? How-
I wonder if I cannot stop this sickness taking over. Something is clearly wrong with me if I don’t even remember yesterday clearly. Was it even yesterday? I don’t know. I think I escaped Shido’s palace, but I don’t remember how. Whatever it is that is afflicting my mind, it takes control and drags me into nowhere. It’s frustrating, not being able to remember.
I do remember one thing clearly: you.
You wanted to save me. I wouldn’t let you. I still won’t let you, even if-
I need your help. I don’t want your pity or any cliche bullshit. I don’t even want your damn forgiveness. I just want...
You.
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I wake up in confusion. How did I get here? Where was Shido’s palace and why was I not there? How am I alive? What-
I...think I remember reflecting on these lost memories before? I feel like I’ve pondered this, but I’m not quite sure. Whatever it is that is afflicting my mind, I can't fight this forever. In a spur of the moment decision, I turn the television on. What I see shocks me.
Masayoshi Shido, my father, is confessing to his evil deeds.
You...You actually did it. You...kept your promise. A sense of relief overtakes me. Everything is finally over. I’m free from his influence at long last.
Are you seeing what I’m seeing? Why am I even asking? I know you're watching, for you wouldn’t miss this moment for the world. 
I can feel you out there, somewhere in the crowd...
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I wake up in confusion. How did I get here? Where was Shido’s palace and why was I not there? How am I alive? What happened regarding Shido? Did-
Didn’t something important happen...? I pull out my phone, hoping for some clue as to what has occurred. It’s apparently December 19th. Odd...I don’t remember the last...four days? Or is it five? Shit, I don’t remember-
Wait a minute...yesterday...didn’t...didn’t Shido confess his crimes? No one...no one’s mentioning it outside of lamenting Shido’s “poor health” or some bullshit like that. How could they acquit him so easily!? There’s also no mention of the psychotic breakdowns or mental shutdowns, or, more accurately, that I was the perpetrator. The thought of that makes me laugh. I’m almost tempted to go and turn myself in if only to do something regarding the piece of shit I had for a father. They could take me high and I'll sing of everything I did for that bastard.
I can’t, though. Not yet...it would be too hasty and reckless. I suspect Sae-san is putting together a case against Shido at this very moment. She wouldn’t be the type to let this slide so easily.
I...wonder what you’re thinking about all of this. All of your fighting, and for what? The public to ignore you? Oh, I know you though. You make everything okay.
Okay?
Hahah...okay. What a strange thought. It feels familiar though. Have I thought about this before? I don’t recall...
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I wake up in confusion. How did I get here? Where was Shido’s palace and why was I not there? How am I alive? What happened regarding Shido? Did everything go according to your plan? Where-
Have...I asked myself this before? Something doesn’t feel right. 
We are one in the same, two sides of the same coin, thesis and antithesis as I had remarked all those months ago. It’s funny how my thoughts immediately drift to you. I guess I cannot help myself. I really did mean what I was thinking back then. I truly had planned on dying for you because...I love you. Oh, it’s hard to admit that. But you take all of the pain away.
Away...why am I staying away from you?
I want to find you and find out what you think of this situation, but why should I bother? I’m not worth a second of your time. You’re the hero, and I’m little more than a nuisance who realized too late that he was doomed from the start. My pride refuses to admit it out loud, but...I want you to save me if I become my demons. I need you to take me over the walls below, the walls I had built to distance myself from you. I want little more than to fly forever with you.
You probably think I’m dead. Maybe I should keep it that way. I don’t want you worrying over me, yet I also want to feel your warm, comforting embrace. I...I’m not sure what I should do. All I can ask of you is please don't let me go, for I need a savior to heal my pain when I become my worst enemy.
I don’t want to betray your trust ever again. I don’t want to be the enemy of the Phantom Thieves...of you.
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I wake up in confusion. How did I get here? Where was Shido’s palace and why was I not there? How am I alive? What happened regarding Shido? Did everything go according to your plan? Where are you? Why-
There’s this sense of deja vu in the back of my mind...like I’ve asked myself these questions before. It’s an unnerving sensation because I don’t remember if I have. 
You could take me high and I'll sing like a canary of what I had done. I’d tell you of every little thing that led us to-
Wait a second. This sounds familiar. I know I’ve had this thought before, but the “when” or the “why” eludes me. I wonder if you would know. The thought of walking over to Leblanc almost gets me to leave my room for the first time in...however many days. I chuckle at my own foolish longing. I’m supposed to be dead. A dead man can’t just walk into the cafe of the rival who thinks he’s forever gone. Would you even want me there? I don’t know. All I know is that you make everything okay for me.
We are one in the same, two people locked by fate in situations we cannot escape, but while I cause misery wherever I go, you take all of the pain away.
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I wake up in confusion. How did I get here? Where was Shido’s palace and why was I not there? How am I alive? What happened regarding Shido? Did everything go according to your plan? Where are you? Why can’t I remember? Wait-
Shit, I thought I was remembering something. For a moment, I...I could have sworn there was some fragment of my memories I could latch onto.
Take me high and I'll sing... Wait, haven’t I had this thought before? The memories feel so close to clarity, but I either can’t or don’t want to remember.
Oh, you make everything okay...okay, okay? This is familiar too...but why?
I give up on trying to remember, for now. Instead, I let my thoughts drift to the one person that ever made me truly happy: you. Ren Amamiya, a simple transfer student who just happens to have a false criminal background. Akira Kurusu, a name I’ve seen you use a few times in more...dangerous situations. Joker, the charming and daring leader of the infamous Phantom Thieves of Hearts. Pick whatever name you’d prefer me to call you; they’re all the same raven-haired beauty who caught my interest that fateful day in June. We are one in the same...more than I can ever imagine. We’re stuck in whatever sick, cruel game the universe is playing with us. I really hope you can escape it because I know I sure as hell can’t. At least...not without your help...
Oh, you take all of the pain away...away, away-damnit, I thought I had it!
Am I...going insane? Am I remembering things that didn’t happen, thoughts that never existed? All of this is just so frustrating! Shit, do I need you so badly right now, if only to verify my own memories are real. I need you...need you to save me if I become my demons.
Speaking of demons, didn’t Shido confess...? A scandal like this would be all over the news, but there’s...nothing. I can barely contain my fury. Is the public really this foolish? I knew before that the judicial system had its corruption, but how can people be so complacent? They should be in an uproar!
So how the fuck have they not convicted him yet!?
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I wake up in confusion. How did I get here? Where was Shido’s palace and why was I not there? How am I alive? What happened regarding Shido? Did everything go according to your plan? Where are you? Why can’t I remember? Wait...do you even want me around?
This last question breaks through the fog that has become my memories. For the first time, I feel like I’m thinking clearly. I...don’t remember anything before our fight, but...I feel like I’m not going to forget anything anymore. I may not remember when I said I wanted you to take me high and I'll sing but now it’s not important, because oh you make everything okay. And for once, I truly mean it. You made my life feel like everything could be okay.
Okay, so why is everyone saying all the changes of heart were psychological disorders? That the Phantom Thieves...never existed? Bullshit!
We are one in the same. No one remembers us. Either that or no one seems to care.
I know you won’t let this hold you back. If there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you take all of the pain away, away from your targets, away from me. And now you’ll have to save all of society from their inept laziness. I still need you to save me if I become someone I don’t want to be, but right now there are greater things at stake. Shido has to be brought down, and justice has to be served. Even if it spells my own downfall.
I’ve made up my mind. I’ll go find you tomorrow. Surely you wouldn’t turn me away on Christmas Eve...right? I just hope you won’t reject me before I become consumed by my demons.
Alright so the explanation behind this bullshit, and the reason it’s a bit...repetitive with each day. So in the game, if you’re paying enough attention they make it very clear that the victims of the psychotic breakdowns do not remember committing the crimes/actions that they did.
Now remember who ended up using that same power on himself during the fight against him.
I’d go more in depth than that, but that starts getting into even deeper spoilers for things I haven’t actually experienced in the game myself.
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The boys find old pictures of themselves as teens. It's all fun and games pointing out who had the stupidest haircut, worst acne, or embrassing clothing. All until they come across a picture of old, or should I say young, Rock and roll charles with his long 80's hair, sleeveless shirt, and half empty Jager bottle in his hand. They all burst into his office demanding an explantion of how someone so cool could end so lame.
okay this idea was SUPER juicy and i ended up writing…..a lot… hahah
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“Oh my fucking god.” Nathan buried his face in his hands and groaned. “How’d they even get this picture? I need to call my fucking mom.”
Dethklok passed around the latest People magazine, the cover of which boasted never-before-seen photos of the band members in their youth. The article started with a huge color photo of Nathan attending his senior prom in an ill-fitting dark purple suit and pink boutonnièreto match the dress of his date. Neither of them looked particularly excited or at ease.
“You look like a fuckin’ magician in that stupid ass suit,” Pickles laughed, and then turned the page and screamed. “For fuck’s sake!”
Murderface looked over his shoulder. “I wanna see!” He saw, and howled wildly. “Holy fucking shit!”
“Shut up! I was eighteen! It was LA! Snakes ‘n Barrels was just gettin’ off the ground and I needed coke money!” On the page, Pickles posed in high-waisted Daisy Duke shorts and a sleeveless flannel shirt tied in a knot just under his chest. His hair was feathered and his eyeliner was sharp. “It was just some modeling, it-it’s not a big deal!”
Skwisgaar and Murderface cackled, tears in their eyes.
“Wowee,” Toki giggled, “Pickle, I hopes you gets paid a lot.”
Pickles grumbled and flipped the page. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Oh, shit! Toki!” He held up the magazine. “What the hell, dude? This is metal as fuck.”
Toki hid himself and went pink all over. “Ohh, no, don’ts shows that, it’s embarrassings.”
“I definitely wants to sees dis,” said Skwisgaar, and when he got a look he put a hand over his mouth. “What in de fucks names of Odin? Is dat evens yous, Toki?”
“Yeah,” Toki sighed. The photo was of him sitting on a ratty sofa in some basement, giving the camera the finger. His hair was long and stringy and his face was painted white with black jagged lines coming from his eyes and mouth. Both of his forearms were covered in leather bands punched through with long metal nails, and his white undershirt was drenched in blood.
Nathan had come over to peek. “Woah, wait. When the fuck was this?”
Toki rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s back ins Norways. I thinks I was fifteen. Me ands my friend Runke was ins a blacks metal band together after I lefts home. We only playeds one shows, though, and we gots in trouble ‘cause we poureds pigs blood on the audience.”
Nathan chuckled under his breath. “Brutal. Good job, Toki. What’s on the next page, Pickles?”
Pickles turned to the next photo and snorted before he could stop himself. “Jesus, Skwisgaar.”
Skwisgaar’s expression went sour and drained of color. “Ah, fucks.”
Skwisgaar must’ve been eleven or twelve in the photo, and he smiled with a mouthful of braces. He wore a tall white cone on his head covered in gold stars. and held a big gold star on a stick.
Murderface stuck out his tongue. “Why’re you dressed like a weird sad clown fairy?”
“Is Swedish traditions,” Skwisgaar said pointedly. “My mother always mades me dress as stjärngossefor Sankta Lucia. I…don’ts wish to talk abouts it.”
The rest of the band eyed him curiously, not knowing what to say. Pickles flipped slowly to the next photo to reveal none other than Murderface staring back at them.
“AHH!” Murderface tried to grab the magazine but Pickles jumped away and kept it out of reach. The others followed in order to get a good look. “No, no! Don’t you fucking look at that!” Skwisgaar took the magazine from Pickles so he could hold it even higher while Murderface scowled and gnashed his teeth.
The photo showed Murderface, no older than sixteen or seventeen, standing in someone’s backyard in a flame-print bathing suit and a neon green muscle shirt tucked in. Beside him, on the ground, was an old mattress covered in either dirt or blood stains, or maybe both. He flexed at the camera and tried to look tough through the whisper-thin mustache and zits.
“I knew it!” Pickles whooped. “I knew you had a fuckin’ backyard wrestling phase!”
“What was your ring name?” Nathan asked. “Lemme guess–Junk Yard Hog? The Dick Break Kid? Mr. Imperfect? Oh oh! Bret Fart.”
Murderface seethed, his cheeks red.“You’re all a bunch of fucking assholes.”
“GUYS!” Skwisgaar screamed, bringing the magazine back down for them all to see. “Guys, guys, looks at de last photos! Looks at whose ams on dere!”
Everyone leaned in to see. The final photo was a young man about eighteen, maybe nineteen, with long brown hair teased to hell and back. He wore a black bandana around his forehead, ripped jeans with boots, and a black Slayer tee from their Show No Mercy tour in ‘84 with the sleeves torn off. He held a bottle of Jägermeister in one hand and was throwing up the horns with the other, though his face was stern and serious.
Skwisgaar was covering the name underneath the picture. “Guess who dats is. I wouldn’ts has known without readings it.”
They all studied the man, trying to seek out anything at all familiar about him. Suddenly Pickles made a sound like he was going to barf. “THAT’S OFFDENSEN!”
They all stared harder, and then they were immediately on the move.
Less than five minutes later Dethklok came battering down the door to Charles’ office, interrupting him on the phone. He apologized profusely and put the call on hold to give the boys his full attention. “What’s, ah. What’s going on? You’re all in my office. At the same time.”
Pickles slapped the magazine down on his desk. “What. The FUCK. Is that.”
Charles recognized the photo, cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses, and mumbled, “…freshman in college.”
“How the hell is that you?” Nathan asked. “This guy’s fucking cool. This guy can fucking hang with us. Fucking SLAYER. You’ve actually listened to Slayer? Who the fuck ARE you? I don’t even know who I’m looking at right now.”
“It’s like you got swapped,” said Murderface. “Like some body snatcher came and got you. Where’s THIS Charles?”
“Ya!” said Skwisgaar. “We wants to sees this Charles more.”
“I’m still that Charles,” Charles said, brow furrowed. “I just, you know, had to finally be responsible. I grew up. Trust me, if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be your manager right now. I’d be dead in a ditch somewhere. I, ah, wasn’t exactly on a good path.”
“Well, you could try and be more fun,” said Nathan. “You don’t have to be one extreme or the other.”
Charles sighed, exasperated and wanting to return to his phone call. He made the sign of the horns and the boys lit up. After some laughter and a little more teasing, they drifted slowly out of his office to find something else to do, except for Pickles who lingered back for a moment.
“Hey Charlie?”
“Yes?”
“I’m glad you’re not dead in a ditch.”
Charles gave a brief laugh and put the phone back to his ear. “Thank you, Pickles, me too.”
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