#would it be cathartic tho? OH MAN.

[shenyaanigans]

man i wanna write makoharu fic where like. SOMEBODY gets pissed at haru on makoto's behalf. like anybody. rei i feel like is a good one because he had the guts to do it

#kat chats #f! #random free posting but #listen #haru sometimes does some Things ok—and they're understandable!! they're often from places of extreme hurt or fear and like #makoto being endlessly patient is part of how haru is able to get out #but i just want someone in makoto's support network (and maybe someone who is also hurt themselves) to. give haru a talking to #would that make everything worse? YES. #would it be cathartic tho? OH MAN.

[spookykoolkat]

the red j.m. | chapter four

CHAPTER FOUR: NO GOOD

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pairings: older!joel miller x plus sized!younger!reader

chapter summary: you've been in jackson for a month now and things are still a little rough. you haven't found the right crowd to fit into yet, and thought maybe you might have to settle for the family of four you already know, until you meet your patrol partner, tyler. unfortunately, joel doesn't seem to like the idea of you with any other man but him.

warnings: 18+ age gap (joel is 57, reader is turning 26), inappropriate thoughts, sexual language, teasing, touching, slight jealous!joel, x-rated descriptions, crude language, perv!joel, creepy!joel, mean joel not too mean tho, MDNI!!!

wc: 6.2k

na: HI! thank you for alllll of the love oh my god my little gothic heart is so full i love you guys!!! i hope this series is everything and more to you guys bc i love this so much! hopefully as chapters go by, i get better in my writing and hope everyone enjoys it! i appreciate all of your kind words and interactions with me and making me feel welcome since i am new to writing on tumblr and kind of took a six year break from writing oneshots/fanfictions LOL. anyways please enjoy this chapter things are g3tting a little hot and heavy :P I CANT WAITT i hope that my writing is cathartic for my big girls we do not get enough representation for us in stories and writings!please enjoy! smut coming soon fr fr LMFAOO

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DECEMBER 21ST, 2024

YOU

you’ve been in jackson for a month now. you couldn’t believe it, you truly had every doubt about staying even a week. but, it’s probably the calmest life you’ve lived in a very long time. you enjoyed it and you truly felt you’d made the right decision, it didn’t take much convincing either. but, you still haven’t unpacked the items maria gave you and continues to give you. just in case. 

the neighbors are learning your name, as you are with them, and they actually care. as much as you let them. you felt quite bad because you found yourself still not clicking with anyone around you. and you’ve tried. the people your age find you boring, almost a dark cloud over them, bursting their bubbles. younger kids only approach you because of ellie, asking for advice on stance and grip. the older group, around tommy and joel’s age, finds you a bit much. 

your language, your lack of social awareness–sometimes it gets embarrassing. saying something old heads wouldn’t necessarily like, being too blunt and a little explicit. joel figured you should hang around your age group, yet you didn’t really click in with the rest. he was far from embarrassed being around you, you just said the things he was thinking out loud.

you only found yourself clicking with joel. in many ways, as much as he let you. he was standoffish most of the time, barely cracking a smile at your weird habits and the noises you make when you’re passed out on the couch. he refused to let you break him, this wall that he had up to survive. do not get attached. he thought, maybe the less he knew you the less it’d hurt to have anything happen to you. but it seems even as little as he does know you, he’s still feeling that tug at his heart laying his eyes on you. 

it was too late. whoops.

joel doesn’t want to address that feeling, and he doesn’t want to call it as it is. he actually cares about you. he had no choice but to call it that, because why else would he lie to you about finding cassettes in the house?— so that you didn’t know what he really did to get you whatever he could get his hands on. 

he didn’t want you to know that he actually smuggled in goods that he and his family needed, and while bribing, stealing, trading and selling for necessities, he made it a mission to find at least one cassette tape for you. he didn’t know you actually saw him red handed, and you still didn’t know where those boxes were coming from. he figured if you knew, you’d bring it up. 

he made it his mission for two whole weeks, after your first week of staying with him, and finally got his hands on some actual music for you. joel hadn’t made efforts like this in a long time, and he knew that denying the fact that he at least cared for you would mean he was being delusional. 

but he was always worried about you. you were his object of affection and he craved to find a way to get you out of his mind. he actually felt guilty for thinking about you in ways you’ve probably never been before, he felt guilty for wanting nothing but to make you feel good—however that was. 

you doubted it strongly of course, shaking the feeling off as your own delusion and insanity, but you always hoped. hoped that maybe his generosity and southern hospitality was actually him caring about you in a different way, but he was a grown man. you tried to off yourself in front of him–you were insane to think he’d even look at you as anything but a liability, he hardly looked your way as it was. 

at least you thought so.

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joel paid attention to every single thing he sees and hears. he doesn’t show it, he doesn’t acknowledge it—all he does is observe. some more than others. 

you didn’t talk to him unless he talked to you, you kept your distance like he wanted, but somehow he knew everything that was going on. he didn’t have to talk to you to know you, and that’s what he was ashamed of. he watched you. 

he was a creep, he felt like someone who was abnormal and making things weirder than they had to be. he was studying you and you didn’t even know. he picked up on what made you smile, which cassettes you listened to the most, which just so happened to be the ones he was ‘holding on to.’ and in the midst of observing you, he checked you out any time he got. 

when you weren’t looking mostly, but even sometimes when you were talking to him about something not so important. he realized that if you did see that his eyes wandered over you, you were probably gaslighting yourself into thinking he wasn’t doing exactly what you thought he was doing. he loved your body. and he loved the way you dressed your body, the way the shirts you wore always clung to your heavy breasts, how even when you dressed in baggy clothes he still wanted to ruin you like that. 

sick. you’re a sick old pervert, ya kno’ that? he knew. what joel didn’t know is why you made him feel this way, why you drove him to do the things that he does for you. why he acted feral every time you bent over, why he would storm out of the room when you got on your hands and knees to pick something you dropped up off the floor. 

but he also studied you because he wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling how you felt the night you woke up in jackson, to make sure you weren’t feeling depressed or like you didn’t want to be here anymore. just talk to her fucker. he couldn’t. he would never admit it, but he’s eavesdropped near ellie’s garage to hear conversations between the two girls. 

“ellie, i mean it, you cannot tell joel.” you hushed as you glanced towards the door, back to ellie. 

she scoffed. “like i’d tell him, lay it on me.” you noticed the irritation in her eyes when you brought up joel, asking yourself if maybe there was something that wasn’t being said. you just put a pin in it. 

“okay. one, i’m finally allowed a gun and i got my patrol route.” you cheered in a hush and joel almost pressed his ear into the door. 

ellie rolled her eyes, grabbing the piece of paper. “no fucking fair. good looks, telling me bad news first. what’s two?” she joked. 

“i met my patrol partner. his name’s uh, tyler? i think. yeah,” you looked down and nodded, assuring yourself. joel made it a note to tell ellie how thin her walls were, not right now though. 

“tyler… tyler m?” joel thought of every man in this town named tyler with the letter M as his last name. instantly made a mental list of five tylers. 

“i don’t know. but he asked me for a drink. tonight, he was gonna meet me here but i told him i’d meet him there. lesson number 5, always have a way to leave anywhere you are if you need to.” you said. you figured it’d be best to teach her as much as you could, telling her things she needed to hear to survive. 

that’s how joel knew immediately what was happening when he heard your soft singing from your cracked door. you were getting ready for him. he actually hated it. he couldn’t remember the last time he felt that heat in his chest, biting the tongue—it wasn’t until his face turned down into the old familiar feeling, what he recognized as jealousy. 

who was he to be jealous? for what? it was a saturday night, most people were off of work, and everyone was settling in the town’s circle to drink and watch movies. everyone but joel. he was now classified as a bitter old man, with a dark whiskey in his glass. maybe now a bitter, creepy old man as he knocks slightly on the cracked door and you invite him in. 

you were fixing the laces on your shoes, simple black converse, and his eyes made his way up from there to your face. a deep v neck shirt that looked like a second skin from how tight it was, and faded black jeans with tiny holes from being lived in that hugged the fat of your thighs. he never noticed the gold dainty necklace that sat in the middle of your chest, but it sits right between the curves of your breasts. were they always that big? he felt like a kid, ogling and asking stupid questions.  

“hellooo? joel?” you called to him as you rested your palms on the width of your thighs. he saw your lips, coated in a sheen and your hair split down the middle instead of being in a pony tail or bun. creepy old man. you’re being creepy joel!!! he shook his head. 

“headin’ to the circle?” he asked. if he were close enough you could smell the whiskey on his breath. 

“yeah i-,” you thought for a minute. joel didn’t trust the next person as much as you did. you saw his protectiveness through ellie, you felt maybe he’d feel the same for you. even if you were a bit delusional. 

“-was gonna catch a movie with ellie, most likely be back around 12.” you said as you glanced at the clock, 9:32. 

“‘s that right?” he said suggestively, like he knew something you didn’t. he did. 

“yeah. that’s right,” you stood firm, even shot him a dirty look. “why don’t you enjoy the night, joel. you got the house to yourself, ain’t that what you’ve been mopin’ around for?” you stood up and grabbed your gun to put in your waistband behind your shirt, sticking a knife in your high top converse and one in your jean pocket. 

maybe you got too defensive, but you were right in a way. he looked miserable around the house, storming in just to grab a beer and lock himself in the library or room. 

“that’s right,” he was just smug. so smug you couldn’t stand it, you wanted to slap him. 

“whatever joel,” you wanted to be right so bad. you wanted to prove to even yourself that you were right. but neither of you were buying into this act you played, and you knew it. he was making you nervous with his stare, the hard shell you had was practically ripped off of you when he grabbed your wrist before you left the room. he held you, shoulder to shoulder and looked at your face, down your neck and to your chest. 

“if you need anythin’, you let me know darlin’.” darlin’? it was so foreign to you, so alien that you didn’t even have time to process it before your mouth moved to say a small alright and taking your arm from his grip. when you did, it was cold and you could feel the print of his hand around your wrist down the stairs. 

it was so different, something that leaked off of his words when he spoke to you. and you wanted to hear more of it, explore that with him. 

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before you could psych yourself out of going through the bar’s doors, you heard someone call for your name and turned your head to the left to see tyler, walking towards you with a big grin on his face. tyler was just two years older than you, someone you met while you were in combat and patrol classes, and didn’t acknowledge until he approached you, re-introducing himself as your partner for the first two weeks. you couldn’t be cold and shoo him away, you just smiled and introduced yourself, really looking at him. 

he was not joel miller. tyler’s skin wasn’t as tan as joel’s but he wasn’t pale, and he was actually a bit lanky even under the thick coats he layered. you noticed that his chest wasn’t as broad and strong as joel’s, hell his arms were smaller than yours. he was a skinny tall thing, while you were a bit short and thick everywhere. and when he embraced you lightly at the entrance of the bar, you just felt cold. no warmth, no comfort, you felt like you’d break him. 

“hey, i was hoping you’d actually come.” he breathed in as he pulled away, still, it wasn’t feeling right. 

“why wouldn’t i?” 

“cause you’re out of my league,” he said with a seductive smile and you wanted to believe him. wanted to enjoy the night as it comes and maybe have a few drinks, talk. but your mind was on a bitter man who sat in a house all by his lonesome. 

the thing about ‘dates’ now is that small talk doesn’t happen anymore. what’s your mom like? she’s dead actually. really? mine too! it was pointless. if you ended up here, you knew that you were alone. 

it wasn’t long before you and tyler were sitting on two stools, side by side. your knees were in between his as the two of you talked, flirted, gave simple touches. you were having fun. doing what would seem normal at a bar, just enjoying the company of someone who actually liked you. 

“how come you’ve never hung out with anyone else? i never see you with anyone.” he said, his fingers tapping on your knee. 

“mmm, i’m just not for everyone.” you flirted, covering his fingers with yours. you knew this wasn’t going anywhere, but you’d like to live in it just a little longer. the touch of a man, someone who desired you even if it wasn’t how you wanted. something you started to crave from joel. 

“maybe you’re just for me then?” he suggested, and you decided to just play into it. it was kind of hard not to when you were thinking of joel, you needed to act out on it. 

“i doubt that, honey,” you said, tugging at the collar of his shirt. he smelled like tequila and grass, something not that appealing but you ignore it. you wanted something out of him tonight, because for some reason the words joel spoke to you kept ringing in your ears. if you need anything, you let me know darlin’. the words rumbled through your body and straight to your core, because if there’s anything you need he could definitely be of help. 

you didn’t know how long you stayed at this bar, teasing and touching each other until you felt the ache in your core, aching for a touch that you’ve had once before. but you didn’t give a shit about purity or virginity, you wanted the ache gone and you knew tyler was the best bet. 

“tyler,” you whispered in his ear as the bar started to empty. 

“yes, beautiful?” he answered and slid his hand up your thigh. 

“show me how good you are with your fingers, yeah?” 

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he followed you back to joel’s, hand in hand as you turned the key to the house and softly opened the door to prevent the creaking. granted, you didn’t think this through, like everything else. maybe you should’ve gone to his. you cringed a bit, walking inside. 

it was dark inside, nothing but the sizzle of a freshly put out fire. you put your fingers to your lips to shush him, taking him slowly upstairs and to your room. you couldn’t help but find yourself glancing at joel’s door, which is cracked open. 

you finally made it to your room with the lanky man groping your body and trying to slither you out of your jeans, letting him. 

“only want your fingers, okay? if not you can leave.” you established as you stood in your panties and tight shirt. 

“fuck, yeah that’s okay,” tyler himself was craving a woman’s touch, he didn’t even care if he got off. he just wanted to see you, a woman’s body, to feel you. 

“can i touch you? like anywhere?” he asked as he sat on the edge of your bed, his cock already hardened against his pants. it didn’t sound right coming from him. you wondered what it’d sound like with the texas twang you craved to hear from a certain man. 

it still made your core twinge a bit, remembering the last time you were this vulnerable. you couldn’t lie, even if it wasn’t what you wanted, you fell in to the odd touch of the man desperately trying to touch you. 

“anywhere. keep your dick in your pants, i’ll touch as i go if you want me to.” you moved over to him and crawled into your bed, and he slipped in next to you as he propped himself on his elbow to look at you. 

“you’re so pretty, really.” he said, genuinely and you smiled. your stomach even fluttered a bit. it’s been a long time hearing that, hearing desire. 

“touch me, please.” 

tyler took his time, a little more than you’d liked but he was busy distracted with the way your tits pushed up to your chin, like you were suffocating. touching and teasing, his touch felt good but it still didn’t feel right, it didn’t feel heartstopping. maybe you’re expecting too much. 

but he didn’t talk to you when he dipped his hand in your panties, you just heard his whimpers and panting as he rutted his hard on into the side of your fat thigh, barely focused on you. you weren’t feeling it anymore, your wetness wasn’t even directed towards him really. everything you did with him was what you wanted to do with joel. you weren’t interested anymore and it started to feel wrong, it never felt good because tyler wasn’t worried about you. just his nut, and you didn’t like that. you didn’t like to feel used. 

“okay, wait, wait—i said wait!” you said and grabbed his wrist, pulling it from your panties and moving off of the bed. 

“wait, fuck i’m sorry, i was just so, fuck i’m so sorry.” he said a bit loudly, and you swore you heard a creak in the hallway as you moved to the door. 

“it’s okay, i just, i’m not–i’m tired. i think you should go.” you said, hugging your arm as he adjusted himself in his pants and got up. 

“i’m sorry, i,-” he tried again and you waved him off. 

“it’s done and forgotten, you didn’t do anything you were just really into it. i wasn’t.” you were careful with your words, not as tough as you would be because you’re vulnerable. but he wouldn’t get far if he hurt you, you knew that. 

“i’m sorry, goodnight. can we kind of like, forget this?” he asked rubbing the back of his neck and you softly laughed. 

“forget what?” you smiled and he returned it, giving a small kiss on the cheek before he left. he was a nice man, a good kid, and he meant no harm. he didn’t need a ruthless beating or yelling, just needed to tell him it wasn’t meant to be. you couldn’t shake the feeling of how wrong it was, how wrong it felt being tyler touching you. 

you knew who you wanted to touch you. as sweet and kind and charming tyler was, he wasn’t what you wanted. the man you wanted was across the hall from you, on the other side of the stairs. sleeping, maybe. 

you knew ellie was at a friends house doing only god knows what, so with the hope in mind that joel was asleep in his room, you trotted downstairs braless, and bottomless. you were still in the same tight shirt you left in, but now just in the pink panties that were apart of the gifts maria got you. just new/traded clothing you needed. the shirt hugged you and cut off at the dip of your curve, the fat of your tummy slightly protruding between the shirt and your panties. 

you didn’t look towards the fireplace where the sofas were, instead you grab a small cup and let faucet water pour into it, taking a drink. 

“work up a sweat?” a deep southern voice said behind you, from a distance. you jumped at the sudden break of silence and turned quickly to the sofas. 

“joel? what the fuck,” you breathed and stepped out to walk to the sofas. somehow, you completely disregarded the fact that all you had on was a shirt and panties, standing in joel miller’s living room. 

“what made you think it was a bright idea to invite a bastard in my home like that? not only that,” he said. you finally saw the light from outside shining on his face as he stood up, something glimmering in his hand. a gun. “but letting him touch all over you? that prick?” 

you had a lot to say, a lot to yell out. but the only thing to say was a snarky comment. “you know he called you the same thing.” 

which, he did. but you were too drunk on the flirting and drinks to care or to know why, even though you already knew. joel wasn’t nice to anyone but ellie. tommy and maria even think he’s an asshole, but that’s tommy’s brother and maria’s brother in law. he’s family. but there were things that you didn’t know about joel miller. things he didn’t want you to know either. 

“why do you even care? who’s touching me, i mean.” you scoff, feeling less embarrassed about your state of clothing. but being a lot more aware as he steps closer and closer to your curvy figure, putting his gun in the waistband of his sweatpants. 

he was intimidating like this. towering over you with his fists clenched, searching your face for something. you felt your heartbeat pick up as his eyes raked over you and fell on your lips. he was drunk off of you, the sight of your fat cunt only being clothed by a single piece of fabric drove him to dig his nails in his palms. the nakedness of your thighs, and the midriff showing—it was going to kill him.

“if you’re gonna fuck these town folk, make sure it ain’t in my house.” he spit, and you just rolled your eyes. you felt like you were in trouble for sneaking out, like a teenager. 

“i didn’t fuck anyone. we didn’t do anything. he wanted to, i didn’t.” you defended, feeling small now but still holding yourself tall.

joel just looked at you, not wondering if you were lying or not. he knew you weren’t, he heard it himself the minute he heard something bang against your wall. it was just you shuffling to get up, and he heard you consoling him. you weren’t satisfied. 

“why’d you lie to me? bout’ seein’ him tonight?” he asked, your head tilted up to his as he steps one step closer. your chest is almost touch his, and your breathing was getting heavier. 

“figured you wouldn’t trust him,” you said, sounding like you wanted to say something else but keeping it to yourself. 

he was watching you like you were his prey. like you were something he wanted to take and devour for himself, like you were something for his eyes only. 

“smart girl,” 

“he touch you wrong?” he couldn’t help but ask, the curiosity killing him slowly as time passes with you standing in front of him with your tight pink panties on. he looked down between the two of you and saw the hardened pebbles that were your nipples showing up through your black tight shirt, down to your tummy that was pressed against his. he liked the softness of your belly, he was practically dying to grip it himself. he wanted to grip every part of you, to palm your pussy and feel how warm you were in his grip. he even found himself hating his own mind as thought of what your pussy would look like sucking him in. 

“i, he,” you were stuttering, embarrassing yourself as his hand trailed up your arm, thinking of all the ways he could watch you take his cock for him. 

you watched him watch you. how his eyes went dark again, how there was a slight touch of possessiveness in his voice. you didn’t assume though.

“can’t find the words, hm? he wasn’t makin’ you feel good?” he asked softly, watching as you closed your eyes and breathed through your mouth, opening again to see a small grin playing on his lips, his head tilted to the side. his fingers barely left your wrist, and made their way to your fleshy hip, tapping against the bare skin. he was enjoying this. making you squirm. making you nervous. 

“fuck off, joel,” you meant it to come out a lot stronger than it did, even you thought you sounded needy. “s’ none of your damn business,” you spit, stronger this time.

and before you could even wallow in your retorts, a smile tugged very faintly at his lips. you weren’t so convincing when you were practically trying to pull him to your body with your fists buried in his sweater. he appreciated the effort though, he's never met someone with as much bite in their bark as you.

he just liked to watch you writhe for him. you wanted to whine with how eager you were for him, how mean he was being to you for no reason. you needed him.

“it’s like you’re not even tryin’, what’s the matter? do i make you nervous sweetheart?” he gleamed in his power over you, the way your eyes searched for him and your mouth parted, just for him. he wanted to ruin you in every way. ruin every man for you, show you how to truly be taken care of.

"go fuck yourself," you retorted and he actually laughed. and he laughed at you. a sudden heat rushed to your cheeks, embarrassment filling you.

“i didn’t tell you but,” he paused as he leaned into your ear, grazing his cheek against yours and smiling to himself, “you looked real pretty today, ya know that? you look even prettier like this, all flustered for me.” 

you had to be dreaming. had to have gone to sleep after tyler left, and this was your wet dream making up for it. there was no way you were this exposed to joel and he was practically pressed up against your body as he told you how pretty you looked. you couldn’t speak, your tongue was tied and joel smiled to himself as he realized he got you to shut up.

“would ya let me touch you, sweet girl? maybe you'd be nicer if someone knew how to touch you,” he asked, his fingers playing on your hip. 

you still couldn’t answer. it felt like a trap, like if you let yourself give in to his words, every guard you put up was pointless. you were frozen, and suddenly felt insanely vulnerable but his voice was so inviting, so impossible to not fall into.

“touch me where?” you asked, treading lightly. you wanted to hear it, you wanted him to tell you he wanted you as bad as you wanted him. you wanted to prove to yourself that you hadn't lost your mind yet. but you also wanted to stretch whatever this was as long as possible before you find yourself on your knees for him without even asking.

joel felt like he was out of his body. like he was watching you squirm and move under his presence from above. he was so distracted by how hard your nipples were rubbing against him that he didn’t even notice your fists balled into his shirt, trying to take him in closer. maybe it was the alcohol he drank to ignore the jealousy he felt, or maybe it was the fact that tommy came to tell joel about the boy you were seeing. how the two of you were practically on top of each other before he left, how he was touching you in public–he was angry. 

nothing was done, nothing more than joel grabbing your almost bare hip and you tugging on his shirt, but it still felt like something that was crossing a line. a line you wanted to cross.

until he got the courage to grab the hand that was buried in his sweater, taking it in his own and touching you with your hand. he was answering your question. his hand ghosted on top of yours as his eyes watched your eyes train on the sight between the two of the bodies, enjoying how soft and pink you look. you were hot and bothered, and he could get used to seeing you like this. 

“first place i’d touch you, baby,” he breathes, his lips practically against your cheek now. he was breathing you in, drinking you in, “is right here,” 

his hand guided you to cup your mound, angry that it wasn’t his hand touching you. your breath was shaky while you watched him, your eyes flickering from his moving hand to his eyes, and every time he made sure your eyes latched onto his. he wanted you to know how much he was enjoying teasing you like this, he wanted you to remember the way he looked at you while you panted against him. 

“but like this, lemme show you ‘xactly how i’d touch you sweetheart,” he was lost, drunken only on you, ignoring the world around him. “don’t think that boy would be enough for a woman like you, ain’t that right?"

he took his own hand as you were still pressed against his front, his lips now teasing the skin of the crook of your neck and starting to pull your panties away from your skin to dip his hand inside. your breathing was uneven and your soft whimpers were getting louder the more he trailed down into your underwear, and he was loving them.

the second he felt the scruff of your unshaved mound, he heard you release a shaky, sexy breath, and he grew harder against your bare abdomen. even feeling the heat of your skin on his clothed cock made him want to get on his knees and worship you.

"needy little fuckin' thing, that desperate for me huh? you gonna let me feel this pretty pussy how i want?"

he was so fucking filthy. so filthy for someone who hasn't even seen you naked, so filthy for someone who didn't even talk to you before this. it was agonizing, you were melting into his harsh words and wanted to listen to him make you feel small like this all night.

"joel, i swear," you warned as his breath hit your lips with his eyes on yours.

you had a bush, he thought to himself. he really didn’t think that would turn him on of course,  but now he pictured you standing in front of him, bottomless. how your belly would look with your curves, the way your breasts would rest at their natural position, your thighs fat and wide all for him, and the pretty fat mound waiting for him to feel and taste. worst time to think all of that of course, because it sent a flood of blood and excitement to his groin, giving him another thing to be nervous about. but god did he want to see it, see all of you laid in his bed, and tugging on the thatch of hair on your mound. he was fucked.

and god forbid you figured out that he’s been picturing you bent and folded in every way just so he could reach to the back of your cervix, if you figured out that his anger towards you is pent up sexual frustration because every time you’re in the shower, he’s thinking of the way you looked lathered in soap, waiting for him to join you. he was a sick man to think of you like this, but all of his desires and fantasies were threatening to barge in, to unleash all of his wants and needs to you. 

he was fighting himself to be a respectable man, a man who doesn’t think of women who were young enough to be his own kid in ways that were sinful. he shouldn’t be wanting to fill your throat with his cock when you smart mouth him. he was losing whoever he thought was himself, and letting heart and cock do his thinking. 

you couldn't think right, nothing was processing as you felt the heat of his hand on your cunt. you felt another wave of pleasure hit you and suddenly, you could feel your wetness pooling for him in your panties. you had a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that joel actually wanted you too, even if he wanted to put you in your place for once and shut you up.

you didn't care how he wanted you. you were a bitch, but you were desperate for him.

"mmm, you're real scary, baby, threats ain't gettin' you anywhere. you have t' beg me for my fingers," he teased, rubbing the hair on your mound.

"oh fuck off, i'm not begging you for shit," you're putting up a fight with yourself, and you were winning. at leadt you thought so. even if you were letting him touch you this way, you weren't goping to beg him or give him the pleasure of watching you submit to him.

"yeah? maybe i'll jus' make ya," he grinned, his sinister smile forming while he rested his forehead on yours, his hand inside your panties as the two of you watched him tease your lips.

the second joel’s finger moves from your hairy mound to the fat lips of your cunt to spread and feel just how much you ached for him, to tease your hole so you'd be sent into a fit of desperation, the two of you heard the doorknob jiggle and a loud laugh from the outside, meaning it was ellie. joel pulled his hand and body away quickly and nodded upstairs with a hard look, giving you the hint to go before ellie saw you in your panties. 

your face expressed everything to him, you needed him. and you didn’t want to let go. he watched as you walked up the stairs, your ass practically eating up the fabric of your panties. it left nothing to the imagination and he groaned, something you swore you heard, before he fixed himself in his pants. 

ellie walked in, and you stayed at the top of the stairs out of sight to hear the lecturing. 

“are you outta your damn mind, ellie? it’s three in the mornin’,” his paternal instincts were coming out, and you smiled. 

“i was down the street. relax, i just didn’t want to stay there.” ellie defended as she slipped her shoes off. 

“did somethin’ happen? are you hurt?” he asked quickly, examining ellie to see if he saw blood or cuts anywhere. 

“jeez, no joel lay off. why are you up anyways isn’t it like six hours past your bedtime?” she scoffed, annoyed at the father figure lecturing her right now. what was he gonna tell her? 

“was waitin for your friend to come home, so i can lock up before bed,” he lied. he was lying and you knew it. you came home an hour ago, and he was still up. 

“you’re in love aren’t ya? old man,” ellie teased. her demeanor was a little more playful than she’d been this last month and he shook his head annoyed, but to you it was silent. your lips pinched into a thin line as you heard joel grunt.

“go to be ellie. now.” he ordered and she rolled her eyes, saying her good nights and going to the garage to sleep in her space. 

a part of you wanted joel to come upstairs, into your room and to do everything he wanted to do. you didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do, but with the touching and flirting he was doing, it seemed like he wanted you. maybe he was drunk, you could smell it on his breath! he seemed pretty sober talking to ellie. you cursed yourself as you moved quietly to your room, leaving the door cracked open just in case. 

but nothing. you heard him trudge up the stairs, and walk directly the opposite direction into his own room. you were frustrated at this point. sexually frustrated if you must say, and the ache in your core was not leaving any time soon. 

you felt embarrassed, and you felt like joel was toying with you. all of the sudden this comes up and he's trying to finger fuck you in the living room when you genuinely thought he didn't even acknowledge your mere existence. it was so confusing for you, but the only thing you knew for sure now after a few weeks of deciding is that you craved joel miller.

it was a weird feeling. only because growing up in an apocalyptic world as a teenager and a young adult meant your chances of love and relationships were slim to none, at least for you. but you met joel in times where you had given up already.

as you lied in bed, wondering if joel was asleep or thinking about you too, you felt silly. you were setting yourself up for disaster by having hope that whatever this was with joel was more than that, and not just that. you worried you were getting ahead of yourself, maybe you were taking joel's advances too seriously. what if he just wants an easy fuck? nothing serious, something for pleasure in this dark world where everyone seeks a way to alleviate their pain

you felt like maybe you were geting into your head like you always do. maybe this could be good. maybe this could be your chance to let go, be vulnreable again, let someone make you feel like a teenager again. you had your fair share of crushes when you were in the QZ, you remembered that innocent feeling of liking someone, the shyness that came with it, how nervous you got around them. and with joel, you felt that times one hundred.

the flutters in your stomach, the goosebumps on your skin when he stands too close to you. he made you feel good even without trying.

but nothing good comes from joel miller.

#plus size smut #fat girls #chubby smut #plus size reader #chubby #joel miller #joel miller x plus sized reader #smut #joel miller tlou #joel and ellie #joel tlou #hbo the last of us #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller x plus size reader #tlou hbo #tlou fanfiction #the last of us hbo #tlou smut #tlou fic #the last of us smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #plus size series #curvy #body positive #thick and juicy #smut stories #fem reader #drabble

[comradekatara]

for tbe atla people who has had in-universe fanfiction written about them (along the lines of tina belcher who came from bobs burger belcher)

your asks are always so strange (both in content and wording) that I end up having to read them like 5 times before I can begin to parse them. anyway I love that you cite tina belcher instead of just. rpf. like the literal terminology for this phenomenon that we do very much have at our disposals. so I even can’t tell if you’re asking “who would have rpf written about them” (which also presumably differs from historical fiction about past avatars or smth like that) and “who would write freaky friend fiction (like tina)?” i’m gonna go with the latter bc it’s way funnier.

i think that girl meng would definitely have written some….things…..about aang, iykwim. zombie apocalypse au, enemies to lovers, there was only one bed, etc etc.

i can also just kind of see jin doing this (abt lee from the tea shop or otherwise) i can’t explain it she just has fujoshi vibes. like, whenever ppl talk about how jin, zuko, and jet should have all been friends in ba sing se, i’m usually like “uhh… why tho….” but now i see why. it’s so that she could write jetko rpf about them.

for therapeutic purposes mai probably writes a lot of really cathartic short stories about her entire family, the entire royal family, and ty lee all falling into a sinkhole. but then mai saves ty lee from drowning at the last minute, which teaches ty lee to appreciate her instead of that stupid sinkhole bitch azula (this is all pre boiling rock, obviously).

at one point mai and sokka find a notebook of really angsty fanfiction about the blue spirit and they’re like, “oh my god this is amazing we gotta show this to zuko, he’ll get a kick out of this,” not realizing that zuko actually wrote it himself as a way to work through his identity crisis. he’s just like, “yeah….wow….so cringey, right? but also, kind of incredible how this writer articulates the struggle of the bisected self in extremis so beautifully……right? you guys think so too?” and sokka and mai just look at each other and silently go, “okay…. we may have made a mistake…..”

when katara was a child she would make up stories in her head about finding the avatar and befriending him and having him fall in love with her due to her courage and beauty and (hopefully, someday) waterbending talent and they would defeat the firelord together and live happily ever after. but thankfully she never wrote any of this down, because paper is a very scarce commodity in the southern water tribe and even she knows better than to invoke gran gran’s wrath on that. she never tells aang. although at some point (in sworn secrecy) she does end up telling zuko (assuming that he’d understand considering he also devised fantasies of finding the avatar to cope with his miserable existence), and he laughs for hours.

during their time together in the nwt, yue’s diary gets filled with all kinds of lurid fantasies of sokka killing hahn (in increasingly brutal ways) and sneaking her out of the palace so that she can join team avatar and they can be together forever. of course, whenever they talk about it, she’s just like “yes I love hahn he is great and I love my people and I would never leave my home” so sokka’s just like “okay girl you do you.” but then during the siege, yue actually sees sokka kill a man, and she’s suddenly so conflicted because all her self-indulgent fantasies were a bit too real (and in reality, he’s way more efficient about killing people than he was in her fantasies, almost like he’s done it before….) and she has no clue how to feel about it. anyway, thankfully, yue has learned how to hide her diary really well at this point, because if arnook ever found those particular pages he would’ve tracked down sokka and killed him without hesitation.

ok bonus follow up to the fujoshi jin writing jetko rpf au: eventually they find it (or maybe she’s bold enough to just straight up give it to them. you know what, she might be) and read it. jet’s like, “uhhh…. jin….. i’m not gay. you know that, right?” (he’s actually been hitting on her for… a while now…) and zuko’s like, “okay well i might be. BUT NOT FOR HIM!!!”

#bigpansy #asks #you always get me to write the darndest things #I don’t even know how to tag this #the gaang and #but not really? #meng #jin #jet #zuko #mai #ty lee #sokka #katara #yue #arnook #mai&sokka #maixtylee #sokkaxyue #katara&zuko #tis the thing itself! #(sorry jetko truthers) #(you know I had to do it to em)

[strigital]

real talk tho, i am immensely grateful to the poles for managing to bag good sir Keanu Reeves for Johnny's role.

besides the fact that he is a wonderful human creature and a bombastic actor, i just love LOVE his eyes on Johnny. because Keanu has the saddest and kindest eyes of any human out there, which is not surprising giving how much shit life threw at him and despite of it all he prevailed as an epitome of humility, kindness and just plain awesome (have you seen the interview where he just gushes out about bikes and his Arch business like an exited boy would about his collection of stamps? it's amazing and it has healing antidepressant powers, highly recommend). but our lord and savior the creator of CP77 Mike Pondsmith kinda made Johnny a giant dumbass asshole, right? but the the poles gave him a whiplash of a character arc (i weep whenever i remember the oilfields... oh the oilfields!!). so Keanu's beautiful eyes that saw plenty of life's tragedies yet are soulful and full of kindness and care just look so good on Johnny's tired-from-everything face. he may sass V all he wants, call them names, bitch, and whine, and talk shit, and make faces, but his eyes are always a spark of warmth against the backdrop of a dark uncaring city. it's fucken impossible to look Johnny in the eye and not feel some sorta way! and when the plot demands of Johnny to be vulnerable for a hot second and Keanu just does his VA magic and you look at that dirty old man it's like... your heart hurts, you know? you wanna give this sod at least a crumb of happiness - a kind word, a touch, something! or in other words: how good it is to live in a world where such a character is played by such an actor! i wholeheartedly believe had they chose some other guy i wouldn't adore Johnny nearly as much as i do right now. don't get me wrong, a Deadpool-esque Johnny played by Ryan Reynolds would be cathartic, and i'm sure that Johnny played by Johnny Depp would be beyond amazing but... i just utterly love Keanu's sad beautiful eyes on that "selfish" "terrorist's" face 😔💔

#listen #i do not simp irl people #only fake ones #but Keanu's just a whole another breed of human ok #i truly believe we must treasure and protect him like the international treasure he is #cyberpunk 2077 #cp77 #cdpr #cd projekt red #johnny silverhand #keanu reeves #random thougts #🤔 #*looks at Johnny's face when he asks V to make a promise* #*looks at John Wick when he calls out to Helen at the end of movie 4* #*cries like a bitch* #in OUR house Keanu Reeves Appreciation Hours are 24/7!!

[scribbledeck]

[WIP] June n Jade post-canon semi-contentious semi-miserable all-love and eventually-fun-and-cathartic road trip

Slightly edited noodling of June+Jade roadtrip AU from my twitter:

June feels like she owes Jade one after inadvertently causing Jade to be alone on the 3-yr trip and Jade wants June to get Out of the house (and on some level make up for the lost 3yr spacetrip) and they are both kind of resentful of each other for it

On one level Jade just wants to have Fun and spend time with June in addition to dragging June by the ears out of her depression but how it ends up is Jade just gets more and more frustrated and guilty and disappointed even tho June is trying her hardest (reflection of Jade’s frustration with Jadesprite who was too busy being sad to do anything for others)

June is Tired and Guilty and doing anything just makes her more tired and disconnected…Jade is as worried as she is pissed and majorly disappointed so shes alternating b/t coddling and passive aggressiveness and it sucks 

But they have friends helping talk thru it and urging them to talk to each other so they can meet in the middle and they eventually figure out a fraught but slightly more illuminating conversation 

They gradually talk abt why Jade is mad (i.e. disappointment in herself, anger and grief over being deprived of relationships and intimacy even when she thought she would have those during the game, disappointment and loneliness that she still doesn’t know exactly how to belong with other people without feeling like she’s on the outside)

and how June just can’t be positive and happy all the time (grieving her dad and what her childhood could’ve been if the game hadn’t happened. realizations about what was so stifling about being stuck at home with her dad who was without bad intention reinforcing that she’d someday become a Man he’d be proud of. feeling guilty she didn’t appreciate him enough while she had him and guilty she’s become someone he would be disappointed in. oh boy when she starts growing facial hair and forgets to shave bc depression makes it hard its like layers and layers of discomfort and misplaced guilt.

keeps second-guessing her place in the reality she helped make and is terrified she’ll have to be in a position to retcon again someday and somehow fuck it up bc she’s not smart enough)

and they both get to discuss their grief and trauma and say FUCK the game!!! And maybe get matching one side shave haircuts to commemorate working to let things go haha 

Ok so i thought of June getting the cathartic genders half shave already but wow Jade with that but the other side is a *concept*

anyway there’s so much good dave and rose sibling content but not enough in depth june and jade stuff and i think that’s just such a shame

#homestuck #june egbert #jade harley #fanart #not sure if i like the lineart or comp so might keep working on this!

[dragimal]

I know this is ironic coming from the guy that's always nit-picking accuracy in stories, but I always find it a little silly when ppl sneer at specific job aus for not being 'true' to the job itself. "oh this flower shop au isn't true to the florist experience!" idk man, maybe that's bc it's a ship fic abt fluffy meet-cutes and flower symbolism. if I wanted to read abt customers yelling at a shop clerk abt flowers, I would simply go to work

obvious disclaimer here that I DO think research and background info adds a lot more depth to any story, and more ppl should feel encouraged to write abt their own specific job experiences as well. like, retail aus are genuinely very funny and weirdly cathartic. it's just like, u gotta meet a story where it's at, y'know. most flower shop au's aren't really ABOUT the flower shop, and as a florist, I'm here to tell fic writers that's just fine. I like reading abt the idyllic flower shops in your heads, they sound delightful

I would suggest researching plants at least a little bit before writing abt them tho. I read a Hanahaki fic once that described calla lilies as having thorns, and I just about fell out of my chair

#shut up ashley

[rita]

hiiiiiiii paris!! My day has been hmmm

Had bad pain so ugh and couldnt do much, but my friend visited and we had tea and it was just very nice! Oh and I've been doing more research into Linear B as I'm starting to slowly hopefully learn as much as I can of it, and did you know that like. it's been aprox 3500 years but me and someone from the late Bronze Age Aegean use basically the same word for cumin? because I do now and it's making me so emotional!!! the word is witten as 𐀓𐀖𐀜 in Linear b and transliterates to ku-mi-no, like that's my girl cumin!!! 3500 years old (at least) and she's still going strong 😭 how am I meant to be okay about the sheer cathartic joy of connecting to someone so so distant and recognising their mundanity that is also your mundanity through such a temporal span it can't be conceived like at all. just like. fucking humanity man!!!

anyway moving on from my cumin spiral hope you're good and sleep well tonight byeeeeeee

hi kira 💗 im hoping u have little to no pain today sending psychic beams to help that sucks :(( tea tho omg niceee! thats so cool i don’t know much abt language but omg the fact that people all those years ago were people saying similar things about the same things

edit i accident hit post before i was FINISHED i was going to say i love humanity i love people i love thinking abt being connected to people who never would have conceived of my existence and whose existence is so vague to me 💗💗💗

#txt #asks

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

My reaction to Gentleman Jack 2.07

(under the cut cause reaction gifs heavy and spoilers duh!)

OH the meddling Priestleys are back.....

(glad to see amelia tho.. but seriously after that remark Eliza made about how Ann being dead would have been better ...I can’t forgive her for that yeah!)

My reaction to the entire division of Walker estate plot with Sutherland going round and round and frustrating us and especially Ann Walker with his bs correspondences

The Ann(e)s finishing each other’s sentences at the family dinner scene (they were so excited to meet their new gay best friend- the ARCHITECT!)

But Aunt Anne goin’ “IF IT WORKS”!

Me and Marian:

Ann’s sister is a good person why did she marry this trashfest(both walker sisters’ are not very good at picking partners are they...YIKES:P)

That random Rawson trying to embarrass my precious Angel

Ann losing her cool and going off on Lister

Anne Lister Suggesting they all run the Sunday school together and roping in Washington and Ann as well 

Anne Lister Teaching Maths 

Ann Walker teaching and the Kid dropping “BASTARD” ..and she is like

Ideal teachers.. these two... where is my 100k AU!Fic about this XD!!!

Special shout out to baby gay Eliza...

But then she went “I saw Miss Lister snogging Miss Walker” and I am like

Ann and Anne stumbling upon  Eugenie and Matthew in the woods   Anne Lister:

 Ann Walker And I:

The Bedroom Scene with the Ann(e)s (Man it was HOT but not the scene I hoped for or anticipated and yes it’s on me ...I raised my expectations and wanted it to take place at a moment in their relationship where it would be more of the cathartic nature but hey ho!)

So now I am torn...on one hand I am like they have such breathtaking chemistry

But I wish it wasn’t underlined with the fact that Anne will go ahead and break Ann’s heart again by not introducing her  to her society friends

Btw Ann wearing Anne’s long coat while they were walking through the woods....

And now that we have successfully moved into the costume territory ANNE LISTER WEARING A RED SHIRT AND THEN AT THE END COMING IN FULL FORCE IN HER LOW PONYTAIL GLORY...ROLLED SLEVES and DIRT SMUDGED FACE.....SURANNE PLS!!! I AM ON THE FLOOR MA’AM...

There was some Sutherland-Parker stuff at the end but really who cares?

And that’s that !

#gentleman jack #gentleman jack spoilers #anne lister #ann walker #ann x anne #gj2.07 #gj spoilers #my ramblings #raee watches gj #reaction post #*gifs not mine #ONLY FEELINGS are!!! #(( #can't believe we have only one more epi left #there's so much still to unpack #they better get more seasons #and also pls have sally back as a director as well #k thanks and bye #))

[mossible]

Hellooo I have come from AO3 to say Many Things!!! About Cracked Snowglobes!!

But now i'm unsure where to even begin with the gushing because chapter 4 has left me CLIMBING the walls, hanging upside down from my ceiling, HOWLING because good cod !!!!! Intense argument after intense emotional moment after brief humorous, hopeful breath of air, thEN MORE INTENSE CONFLICT--

I was positively SHAKING in bed when i read it last night, it left me IN SHAMBLES (⁠╯⁠°⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠╯⁠︵⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

I've been meaning to comment in more detail on every chapter, and just list up everything little detail and exchange i love, but after the current chapter i had TO COME HERE FIRST to send an Ask!!

I am SO HAPPY to see Off the Hook and the Squid sister and Splatoon hanging out, and knowing that sweet, brave Eight is in good, caring hands now 🥺 they deserve the world, and their genuine admiration and trust in Octavio had me 🥹 it was so cathartic to see Marina have the heart to heart she needed with her former leader as well, even if they don't agree with everything, Octavio's growth already showed a teeeny tiny bit in him, reluctantly, agonizingly, agreeing with Marina and making that promise to her (and by extension, to Eight and all of his people)

I don't know what you have planned for the next chapter, i know this one's gonna be tricky since it has to essentially fill in the void between game 2 and 3, but man!!! I really really really hope that, despite all of the baggage and anger and yelling, Octavio can find some solace, something to hold onto, in the genuine hope and trust that Eight, Callie, and Marina put in him, in spite (or because?) of everything 🙏 he's gonna have another tough road ahead of him, but i believe in this stubborn, clever, spiteful old man 🐙 he has fucked up many times before, but i believe he will try his best to keep his word, if only to not let the people down that put their trust in him (maybe that's hust me being delulu and naive tho agsjshdjfhgfd)

My god that ENDING tho!!! The leaky roof has CRASHED DOWN metaphorically, and it's really lucky that Octavio jumped the heck outta there because i would NOT want to be at the camp after all that!

There's poor Callie, probably having a small breakdown rn, and Cuttlefish, who let some /real nasty/ things slip out there (granted, that was mostly the result of being spurred on and goaded by Octavio to be his worst self, i think) that i can't rly see Marina and Eight just... overlook, tbh (especially after he also pulled that whole past identify reveal on Marina in the Metro, which could have potentially ended very, very poorly)... The mood there is probably. 😬😬😬 Rip to the planned party 🎉

There's soooo much more i would like to say, but yeah that's gonna be probably better said in individual chapter comments, but i just HAD to get this all out!

Thank you so much for your incredible work!! The long chapters are a delight to read personally, even if they seem a bit daunting at first; since the writing and pacing is so good, it's very easy to breeze through them :D

I wish you a belated Happy New Year and lots of inspiration, motivation, and free writing time for the chapter 5, I'm super looking forward to whatever you've planned next! 🙌🐙✨

WAUUAUGHH TYSM OMGGG!! i absolutely relate on the commenting thing LOL sometimes ill spend months keeping up with a fic, only to realize later on that oh. oops i havent commented at all. i really shouldve done that! very much a regular ao3 reader thing to overlook it, so i absolutely dont blame u at all LMAO (i do look forward to the comments though, ive said this like hundreds of times it feels like already but feedback rlly is such a strong motivator when it comes to writing! very funny how reading words makes you want to make more words)

but. again. WAHHH thank you !! im glad youve been enjoying so far, and ur kind words mean so so sososo much ;_; omg

i'm very excited to get chapter 5 out to yall, but im also super excited to just like. write it in general LOL it has a LOTTTTT of stuff that i cant exactly talk about just yet, considering that it would all be spoilers for what exactly goes down, but im super hyped for it. and im the one writing it!

the only thing i can say is that, yeah youre spot on about it being tricky and having to bridge that gap! i don't have any plans to change the actual plot points that happen in the games themselves, excluding whatevers gonna happen for the s3 dlc which we essentially know uh. nothing about! we're currently still on track to be following the story modes' outlines. (but as soon as we get off of that track? hooh boy ive got some silly ideas >:))

again tho, thank you so much ik i keep saying it but. it means so much to hear how yall are liking the fic !! <3

#cracked snowglobes

[hanhowls]

I am here with ✨questions✨:

14, 16, 18, 27, and 29! Please.

Oh hey Neal!! :)

14. Do you work?

Yup, another cog in the wheel haha. I work at a University.

16. Would you get a tattoo?

Yes yes and YES! I have 2 right now and have been wanting more. Have ideas in the works for another 3. Also planning for more piercings soon. There's something so cathartic to being in the chair getting them done.

18. Do you drive?

Yes! I wouldn't have been able to say yes 5 yrs ago tho. There were lots of barriers for me with having disabled parents and driving is such a privilege. I love the added independence and going on my own roadtrips.

27. Last book or movie that really impressed you?

It's not a movie but I've been watching Fargo (TV series). I am in season 2 currently and man that is some good stuff!! :D I love when shows/movies have twists you actually can't see. I didn't have high hopes because it seemed like a spin-off of the movie but happy to admit I was wrong.

29. Dumbest lie you've ever told?

Hmmm.. 🤔. Well, kids do lots of dumb shit so let's go there XD.

When I was 6 I told my youngest brother that those butter sticks in the fridge are actually very rare and probably the best tasting thing you could ever eat but to NOT eat them lol. Long story short he snuck into the fridge that same night, ate 2 bars and puked all over the kitchen. Even after we would still find bite marks occasionally on the butter lol. The power of older sibling suggestion can be a great force 😂.

#asks #somewhat-adorkable #thanks this was fun :)

[klahadores]

Heyooo anon here! I got around to rewatching this weeks dw ep and I’m going bonkers!! Unironically think it’s one of my favorite episodes to date. The scene with BJ and Rosemary at the end was horrifying like ew ew ew get away from her!!! Jim better figure out how to extort BJ for every cent he can get, steal his house to give back to Rosemary, and then beat his ass for good measure imo. There is something so wrong with that man at a cellular level. Seeing Bern taking charge to save Joe was great, Gordo really had the audacity to tell HER that he lost a “good man,” like that’s her Dad we’re talking about!! Take three steps back!!! (Shoutout to his comment about the pancakes tho that was funny). On the topic of Joe and Colton, HOLY SHIT. I’ll try to not go on too long about this at risk of sounding crazy but. That entire march was insane. Watching Joe absolutely dog walk the killer was hot I mean wild like they had the guy tied up at the neck and getting yanked to the ground or kicked in the head or choked out every 5 seconds. 11/10. The actual fights were so good too like the two of them screaming in agony rolling in the dirt? Chilling. Show-stopping. etc etc. Zahn was actually incredible here like he’s always been really good but this episode he was on a whole other level. He didn’t say too much the whole march but you can tell every single thing he’s feeling by his eyes and the snarl on his face alone. And the stare down at the end of episode was so good I could practically feel the resentment radiating off Joe. No one is doing it like him!!

Also I was reading an article about the season and the writer made an interesting comment?

“Watching this week's penultimate Season 2

episode, you're bound to do a double take

upon learning a very surprising fact about

Manuelito's romantic past. (Seriously, there

is no preparing for it.)”

Like double take? No preparing for it??

OMG HIIIII 🥳🙌🏽 i was starting to wonder where you went like I was looking over at both inboxes and being like my dark winds anon…..🚶🏽‍♀️

okayyyy that ending was BRAZY get your hands off her or I’ll eat the rest of your steak -_- like it’s making my head spin that we only have so few episodes left and it’s making me want to do zoomies in the backyard. if we get to see jim give a good beat down on some white guy, I would call this season a success even though this season has already blown my eyebrows clean off. NEVER underestimate a girl and her father figure like gordo just wouldn’t understand 🙄 but I will give him extra points for being a funny bitch !!

there’s just something about dragging your oppressor through the desert on a leash is soooo satisfying like I’m sooooo sorry for him having a broken arm and probably a concussion but joe having blood over his face and being absolutely consumed by his emotions is soooo scrumptious. they really stepped up this season like its almost cathartic to see these characters release their rage AS THEY SHOULD!! this season has really set the stage for all the actors to bring their A game and they EXCEL at it. if nobody is nominated for any award, oh, the academy will be hearing from me personally.

oh anon, we are really in it now….what is going onnnnn is anyone ready to go homeeeee omfgggg I’m so scared but excited and intrigued it’s only going to be buckwild from here on out huh

#ask #I am once again asking everyone to watch dark winds my best friend dark winds #long post

[madraleen]

Attack on Titan - Hajime Isayama Vol.20-21: A Commentary (the one where I seem to be having a religious experience)

(*ignore the change to lower case letters-only mid-commentary)

-Levi is hurt on the cover of volume 20, help!

-I like angry Eren. That’s when he’s at his most passionate.

-I bet all the survivor’s guilt Levi fanfics are stellar.

-Please, just not... not Levi. Not yet. I don’t want to see Levi fighting the Beast Titan, I’m emotional.

-What is Levi, he is magnificent, he shredded Beast to pieces.

-I am shouting violent words during this difficult time!

-...Don’t take Armin from us, please not yet.

-LISTEN, Levi is looking for someone to turn into a Titan, so if Armin’s near death but doesn’t die-die...

-The hero we needed but didn’t expect, Hange.

-Omfg, Eren attacking Bertolt as a human!! Iconic, epic, and also, goddammit, it was a good plan, damn you Armin

-”I should have known this would happen”??! What else did you think would happen, Eren?!

-Levi the avenger. Why is he smoky though

-HE SAID “KOFF” ARMIN SAID “KOFF” HE COUGHED

-Look at Mikasa seeing Armin likes this.

-What the shit is this. You’re making Levi choose between Armin and Erwin, what the fuck, WHY ARE YOU OUT FOR THE KILL, SENSEI?!?!?!?? The most painful thing! The creatively greatest thing! Oh my GOD MY EMOTIONS

-I am also “th-thump,” kids, I am also “th-thump.”

-I hadn’t realized the Eren and Levi built difference, ehehe.

-No matter what happens, this Levi vs Eren and Mikasa on who to save is so good.

-Look at Mikasa, man. Just Mikasa. To know pain.

-Bb. Bb Armin. Bb Levi. Just. This part has been so. Satisfying. So good. The raw emotions on Eren and Mikasa, how much they love Armin. Levi. I feel peace? I feel like I’ve witnessed something sacred. Something cathartic.

-It’s okay. We’re okay. It’ll be okay. Seriously tho, those survivor’s guilt Levi fanfics, I bet they’re gut-wrenching.

-And it was nice seeing Eren fight for something again for a prolonged length of time unequivocally, unwaveringly, no hesitation, just passion.

-The thing is. I never want fictional characters to die, I’ve just vaguely accepted it as a necessary evil in manganime. In this case, I’d have been devastated if Armin had died. But for me, the mark of a good character death is when you drive the reader to a point that they accept the death on the page, basically saying “I don’t want this, I hate this, but I understand.” And this did that. It would have done that if it had gone either way, whether it were Armin or Erwin.

-(We’ve yet to see how Levi joined the Corps and grew this close to Erwin, y’know.)

-Smh, Squad Levi has been through so much together. Together in the truest sense of the word, they’ve always had each other’s back.

-eren rushing to hug armin as soon as he's awake, my heart. and how armin just hugs him even though he has no idea what's happening, just like he's always welcomed eren in his world no matter what

-WE'RE IN THE BASEMENT

-okay on the “humanity has not perished” part, but a REFINED existence? Whoa.

-i'm reading grisha's story with baited breath, lol

-hoooly shit, we're actually talking eugenics and genocide. i mean. i guess we've been talking about genocide from volume one, just not in so many words.

-WHAT THE FUCK THEY HAD DOGS EAT THE LITTLE SISTER

-ZEKE?! THE BEAST TITAN IS EREN'S HALF-BROTHER! WHAT THE SHIT

-SNORT zeke is playing with a stuffed ape, lol why

-WHAT! ZEKE BETRAYED HIS PARENTS AT THE AGE OF SEVEN!

-okay but i don't understand why our ymir is named after the founding titan, oh my god this history is so interesting i can't wait to connect dots

#attack on titan #attack on titan manga #manga #manga commentary

[subtletruamadumping]

Random Bits; no title

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Not for the faint of heart. I wrote this in the middle of realizing how awful a lot of the things that happened to me in the past were. I can't believe I ever thought this was a good idea to write. Probably pretty cathartic, tho.

TW: Incest, Murder, Rape, Pregnancy, Pedophilia. Legitimately, this is one of the worst things I've ever written. If I could burn it, I would.

I don't remember exactly when I wrote this. I don't have a lot of memory of this point in my life.

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“Do you really know how your father died?” The little voice startled the men. They turned quickly to the voice. Ada had entered the room silently behind them.

“Do you really know how your father died?” She repeated, coming further into the room.

“Of course, I do.” Lord Drake hissed at her “Get out of here, you brat.” Her head turned slightly, listening to his words, then she began to slowly move towards him.

“I don’t think you do, truly.” She murmured “It’s a long, sad story. You seem to think he died from an accident. However, I know it to be a murder.”

“Murder?” Drake scoffed “Don’t be silly.”

“It is the truth.” She told him “I know it. I know the motive. I know the means. I know the murderer. Perhaps, however, you think such tales too foolish and prefer not to listen?”

“Out with it, girl.” He growled “How do you know so much? What relation would you, a girl of fourteen, have to my father’s death, which was more than thirty (?) years ago?”

“Oh, this story doesn’t only involve me, of course.” She explained “There are many major characters, but I will introduce them when they become necessary to know. At the beginning, however, we shall just start out with Sir Drake, your father. You knew him, I presume?”

“You watch how you speak, girl.” He barked at her “Remember, I am still your master and you can still be punished.” She smiled thinly and nodded, but didn’t back away.

“Our first character, then, is Sir Drake. He was very much then as you are now. Cruel, violent, and unforgiving. His sins are very similar to your own, which you probably know. Where else would you have learned them? You see, your father found himself an Ada; a little girl he could rape whenever he pleased. You won’t remember her, it was before you were born. This little girl’s name was Eliza, our second character, and he was so cruel to her that he nearly drove her to death with his beatings. Unfortunately for Sir Drake, Eliza was a very fertile girl and soon bore him a child; a son. Not wishing disgrace, but also knowing his own wife was barren, Eliza was cast out, but the son was raised as a Drake. He was named... Richard.” Lord Drake’s jaw tightened with this word and his fingers dug into the leather of the chair.

“You lying witch.” He hissed “This is complete nonsense.”

“My Lord, we have yet to come to the part of his death.” She said innocently “Wouldn’t you care to know that bit?”

“You do not need my permission to continue. Be aware that the more lies you tell, the worse your punishment will be.” She smiled and nodded, again, but kept talking.

“Richard grew into a young man that was so much like his father, Sir Drake’s wife threw herself out the window of her bedroom.” The little girl continued on in her soft, slow voice “That is well known by all, so I shan’t spend any more time on it. Richard, with no moral guidance besides his monstrous father, somehow managed to seduce himself a wife. She bore him two sons before she realized the magnitude of her mistake and left, taking the youngest. Little did she know that there was another child she hadn’t gotten to care for.”

“Another child?” Drake scoffed “How would my own wife not know if there was another child?”

“Because, this child wasn’t her’s.” Ada answered softly “Perhaps you remember a servant of yours. She helped in the kitchen. Do you not remember Gladys?”

“Should I remember each of my servants?”

“It matters not, but she remembered you. You see, Lord Drake, you have a nasty habit of raping your servants, just like your father. It can be logically assumed, then, that you raped Gladys. She conceived a daughter, for you, but had to run away before she could tell your wife.”

“What does this have to do with my father?” Drake snapped “I don’t care about the child, tell me about my father.”

“Very well.” Ada sighed “Gladys came to you specifically. Your horrors are well known, but she still came to work for you. Why would she do that, any sane person would ask? I know the answer. Gladys wasn’t her original name. It was Eliza.” Silence filled the room as Ada smirked slightly. She couldn’t see it, but Drake’s face had lost all color and his mouth hung slightly open. Ada paused just long enough for the words to sink in, but didn’t want to be interrupted. She continued on.

“Eliza wasn’t to be allowed on Sir Drake’s estate ever again, so she went elsewhere to seek her revenge on him.” The little voice didn’t waver or stutter as she let the story unfold “She knew of Richard’s family and went to work for them under an assumed name. She found her place in the kitchen and bided her time, knowing, someday, Sir Drake would pay the house a visit. She suffered through all your rapings, beating, and torments. She suffered through it all and waited patiently for the day Sir Drake decided to visit for supper. You think it was a stupid mistake? A slip of the hand that dropped the poisonous mushrooms in the stew? If that were the case, then why did only Sir Drake become ill? Why was it only Sir Drake, a few days later, that died in his bed? It was no stupid mistake, but a clever revenge ploy that succeed.”

“Where is this girl, now?” Drake growled “Where is she? She thinks she’s got her revenge, but I’ll make her life more miserable than--”

“You can’t.” Ada interrupted “She died giving birth to your daughter.”

“Then, where is the child?” Drake sneered “She’ll pay for what her mother did.”

“Her mother? You mean, of course, your mother.” Ada politely corrected him “Do you not remember that I already told you she also gave birth to you?”

“You lie.” Drake snarled.

“I wouldn’t lie for fear of the punishment.” She said flatly “Everything I have told you is true and everything I will tell you is true.”

“Then, where is this girl?” He hissed “Show me this child that your speak of.”

“I have.” She said, a smirk twisting her lips “I am your sister. I am your daughter.”

“YOU LIE!” Drake roared, throwing his chair back as he leapt to his feet.

“I do not lie.” She replied “I tell the truth and there is more to it. You raped my mother to conceive me and she ran, frightened if she was found to have killed your father. She ran, then had me. I came back, though, to get my revenge. Mine will be different, though. I don’t want you to die. I want you to suffer for the rest of your days knowing how you’ve committed these disgusting acts. You think raping your mother and then your sister and daughter is the worst of it? There is more. I’m am with child.”

“YOU LIE!” He roared, again.

“I do not. Your child is what is making me ill, not some sickness. And, don’t try to argue with me that the child is not yours. The only other man to touch me died before I conceived. When you killed Dustan, you destroyed the only way for you to blame someone else. Your sister and daughter is carrying your son, grandson, and nephew. This is my revenge, Richard Drake. Now you finally see yourself for what your really are: a disgusting bastard who pleasures himself with insest!”

Her face had flushed red and her fists were trembling. Her eyes were on fire, dimmed slightly by the fog in them, and she spat in his face with surprising accuracy. Drake let out a horrific shout and lunged at her, knocking her to the ground. She screamed and clawed at his hands that found their way around her throat and Nathaniel rushed to pull him off, using all his strength to free the little girl. She coughed and sputtered, curling on her side as she gasped for breath. Nathaniel held Drake by the arm, still pulling him backward as he growled and screamed at the girl until he was able to drag him out of the room.

#old writing #my writing #writing #writers on tumblr #please don't read this #literally makes me wanna throw up #triggering content #random bits

[inact-ice]

I’m finally watching season 4 of the dragon prince and tho I am not done yet I have things to say

SPOILER ALERT

- poor Soren

- Claudia wtf do you mean elves will always see you as other, you’re dating an elf! ….oh. Claudia’s gonna betray terry for sure

- rip

- I want aaravos to twist me like a pretzel

- the dragon queen and Soren are besties I just know it, they paint each others nails (don’t ask me how that works, friendship finds a way)

- rayla is a MOTHER

- every time viren gets hurt or is even mildly inconvenienced I do a lil chuckle. How deserved❤️

- viren is such a white man like every time he does something I’m like “of course a white man would do that”

- his death was very cathartic for me actually

- what kind of accent are the fire elves supposed to have??? Zey sound French a oui oui ohonhonhon

[authoratmidnight]

I had a sort of angsty idea this morning so I must inflict it upon other people.

I call it ‘reverse Iruma AU’. instead of a human that was kidnapped to the demon world, it’s a demon that was kidnapped to the human world.

In this, Iruma is Sullivan's grandchild, related to him by blood. Sully gained custody of him after both his parents died. So he is Sully's world, doted on and loved.

There was an old, outdated tradition of demons spending time in the human world to understand it better(esp demon king candidates). Sully thinks this is a great idea and decides it's just what little Iruma needs (and it'll put him somewhere reasonably safe for a time since the demon world is in turmoil and he wants to keep him safe).

So he brings him to meet the Suzuki's, a family he trusts as he spent time with them when he was a boy (unfortunately what he didn't know and had no way of knowing was that while the Suzuki's he knew were good people, their current descendants, suck). They seem nice and kind and promise to look after him, and Sullivan promises to come back after one years time.

And he does, one year later he returns. Except. The Suzuki's and Iruma, are gone. The house is long abandoned and the neighbours are just like 'idk, they moved away several months ago and didn't leave a forwarding address'.

Sullivan is, understandably, beside himself. Iruma is his family, the only family he has left, and now he's gone. Stolen by people Sullivan trusted to care for him! So he searches and searches, constantly coming back to the human world despite the protests of Demon Border Patrol to please stop! All the time off is causing him to neglect his duties to the Netherworld. Eventually, after years of searching and pestering from DBP, he finally has to stop and accept he may never see his grandson again. But just cause he can't go to the human world to search for Iruma, doesn't mean the search won't continue. He just, sends someone else.

All anyone not in the know knows is that Iruma just vanished one day and Sullivan became depressed and withdrawn, so everyone kind of assumes the worst happened.

On the Iruma side of things, things were good at first, they were nice. Then they all left on a "trip" (in reality they were bailing on the house to go elsewhere).

Slowly, Iruma was, basically gaslighted into thinking none of it was real. When he asked about seeing his grandpa they just said they couldn't anymore cause he'd passed away (that was why they’d moved after all, the place was to full of sad memories. And when he brought up things like flying they were just 'oh what an imagination'. And since Iruma was young he just, began to believe it after a while (also, since he was staying on earth his horns and wings and demonic features were hidden with glamour). He still has hazy memories of his grandpa and things like magic and flying, but as he grows just assumes he had a very active imagination as a child.

He also ends up with a deep aversion to mirrors that he can’t explain. when he looks in them what he sees just feels, wrong somehow. He can’t put his finger on why, so he just straight up avoids looking in a mirror.

But then one day, when he's around, ~14, a black cat follows him home.

It's adorable and clingy and his parents are just like 'yeah sure ig you can keep it, but you have to look after it' when he asks about keeping it. He decides to name it 'Opera' (he doesn't know why, cause it's such a weird name but it just, felt right). Iruma's also the only person it seems to like, it's indifferent to everyone else and hates his parents.

The cat occasionally vanishes for days at a time but always comes back. until one day it doesn't. but a strange man with horns and wings does appear and spirits him away. He's scared at first, but as they're flying through this strange world, he feels this overwhelming sense of nostalgia. He knows this place. Knows this man, he's sure of it.

Obviously enough, the cat /was/ Opera, tasked with finding Iruma by Sully years ago. The only reason Opera didn't just, eviscerate Iruma's parents on the spot (and oh boy did they want to) was cause they didn't want to cause the boy any more trauma. They did get a few good swipes in tho and did draw blood on more than one occasion. which was cathartic enough. Opera figured out Iruma was the boy he was looking for b/c Iruma called him Opera but also b/c of the things Iruma would talk to them about (his hazy memories from his time in the netherworld, memories of Sullivan etc)

Only a handful of people in the Netherworld actually know the details of what happened to Iruma. All most people know is, Sullivan had a grandson that he doted and loved. Then one day the boy was just, gone, and Sullivan grew depressed and distracted and just, was not himself. So like, they all kind of assumed the worst.

Then like a decade later a boy shows up at Babyls that Sullivan insists is in fact his grandson.

Sully would, absolutely be a massive helicopter parent and never want to let Iruma out of his sight ever again. Iruma has, his own issues. His wings are stunted in their growth and atrophied from lack of use. He wants to fly so badly but he just, can't. Wings too small and weak. also the first time he sees himself in a mirror after the glamour comes off, and he sees his horns he just about cries. not from fear but just cause, he looks right. That's him in the mirror, not that weird imposter. He also has some mad separation anxiety, getting terrified anytime someone leaves him alone.

side note but Kalego was very baffled (and maybe, maybe a touch worried) when Opera just, fucking vanished for several years (the time they spent searching for Iruma). Like, Sullivan was always accompanied by Opera and then one day the cat butler was just, fucking gone. He swears he wasn’t worried but he sure did find himself feeling better when Opera did reappear.

#Mairimashita! Iruma-kun #Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun #Mairuma

[guqin-and-flute]

The Soup Incident [Episode 22]

Random Jin Guy: hey u know ur sister

WWX: everyone's mom? best person in the world? beset by terminal heterosexuality? rings a bell

LWJ: i'm sure this is more important than a war

Random Jin Guy: something happened with j

WWX: [overrunning other line] I MUST GO MY MEDDLING IS REQUIRED

Random Nie Guy: oop there he go

LWJ: wow this sounds serious

WWX: what horrors will i find what trauma will this compound what cruelty will i be met with also how did i know exactly where to go

WWX: OH. YOU.

JZX: gross

JYL: oh an audience perfect i'm sure this will de-escalate things

WWX: can we solve this with castration? tell me we can

JYL: no thanks i'd still like the option if it's all the same to u

WWX: it's not let me remove his body parts

JZX: like i'd let u near me u classless hellion

JYL: listen life hasn't been like the greatest lately had a lot of shitty carriage rides i'd like things to chill out and by things i mean namely u in this moment can we go now pls i have an appointment to cry into my pillow that i'm missing

WWX: omg noooo i'll behave i'm here to support u i'll be impartial

JYL: i don't believe that for a single second tho hun

WWX: impartial to how mUCH BLOOD I'M GONNA GET EVERYWHERE HOW IS IT  EVERY TIME I SEE UR STUPID FACE I HATE U MORE fuck u u piece o shit

JYL: and there it is

JZX: [angry sleeve flap of disdainful eloquence]

WWX: wtf

JYL: yeah he's good at those

JYL: honey ur not helping urself here he beat the shit out of u BEFORE he marinated in dark energy for 3 months pls use ur words and ur brain

WWX: WAT DID UR SLEEVE SAY TO ME BITCH

JYL: can we just go pls i like to not be reminded of exactly how much stupid i willingly allow into my life

WWX: but shijie M U R D E R

JYL: inexplicably i still want to marry him so no thank u

JZX: oh look mianmian's here

MM: u fuckin bet i am u dipshit

WWX: wtaf is wrong with him

MM: ok listen LISTEN i know i feel u trust me

JZX: time to return to the arrogance corner

WWX: UR YOUNG MASTER'S A BITCH

JYL: a-xian  n o

MM: no he totally is u right

JYL: well then he's MY bitch :(

MM: why do i bother to stay up late to practice conversations with u if u don't bother to try all that time wasted am i supposed to cover for u now?

JZX: bold of u to assume u can but go for it still don't know why tf ur all here just wanna eat my soup

WWX: HEY I HAVE A FUN GAME IT'S CALLED HOW MUCH OF CHENQING CAN WE FIT INTO JIN ZIXUAN quick someone pick an orifice

JYL: gross

MM: tempting

LWJ: oh hey i'm here now i walk slow oh shit the nice jiang is crying who would hurt the nice jiang?

MM: ok so u know how ur sister makes soup?

JYL: i never really stop it's a little pathological at this point maybe i should talk to someone...

LWJ: oh more heterosexual antics wei ying's achilles heel best wait outside thank god Xichen is mostly functional and gay as the day is long

MM: so she makes soup right? 2 goes to you chuckleheads and the third goes to emporer perpetual foot-in-mouth over here

JZX: [buffering]

MM: jfc why do i even try

WWX: DID HE INSULT UR  S O U P ?!

JYL: sorta i am soup and soup is me

MM: so anyway

JZX: [overrunning previous line] HOLD UP I THOUGHT RANDOM SERVANT NUMBER 62 BROUGHT ME THE SOUP THAT'S NATIVE TO YUNGMENG WHERE MY EX-FIANCE GREW UP

WWX: ur in love with an idiot

JYL: i'm in love with an idiot

MM: I STG UR HEAD IS FILLED WITH JUST HAIRBALLS AND LINT HOW ARE U STILL BREATHING

MM: SHE MAKES SOUP. SHE'S THE SOUP LADY. ASK PEOPLE WHAT THEY THINK OF  WHEN U SAY YANLI AND THEY'LL SAY KINDNESS. A N D  S O U P . and her murder-brothers but that's not the point rn

JZX: ...u made me soup

MM: i'm so fucking sorry pls marry him i need a competent woman to hang around with i'm getting dumber by the day

WWX: seriously this guy u love this guy?

JYL: xianxian pls romantic idiocy runs in our family it's practically traditional

JYL: i mean...yes i have 2 coping mechanisms; soup and crying neither of them are working rn tho help i don't unlock righteous fury until level 25

JZX: wow she made me soup

WWX: of course she made u soup  u human inner-thigh chafe show us the flashback mianmian

MM: [off screen] oh yeah that roll the tape jeeves

[ENTER FLASHBACK]

JYL: i made u soup bb

JZX: ur not servant number 62 go fuck urself

JYL: wut

[END FLASHBACK]

WWX: NO FURTHER QUESTIONS UR HONOR

Random Jin Guy Who Brought Wuxian: perhaps this was a [cursive writing] Mistake™

JZX: ouchie i can twirly fight countless puppets can't dodge a punch of the life of me cultivation jesus that's gonna leave a mark

JYL: GOD I WISH THIS WAS MORE CATHARTIC how does this always happen? who raised this kid? oh right me

Group of Random Jin Guards: we are all well intentioned but ultimately expendable extras fear us

Random Jin Guard: UNHAND HIM FIEND

WWX: cool imma write u a song it's called Don't Care Didn't Ask Gonna Kill Everyone In This Tent Over Soup in b flat tootly toot here comes the murder flute

Random Jin Guards attacked by resentful energy: [keyboard smash]

LWJ: wait hold on that's his shit starting music has shit been started?? wEi YiNg

WWX: are u prepared for the journey i'm about to send u on little man

JZX: i'm actually good here thanks

[unintelligible teenage screaming]

MM: HEY LISTEN U CAN'T DO THAT MURDER IS BAD and i still like him i sympathize but like...u can't

WWX: the semi corporeal black smoke demons that sublet my soul tell me that it's fine sooo

JYL: a-xian if u kill him now i will have put up with so much bs for n o t h i n g

LWJ: take a deep breath us ur words what in the actual hell is going on

WWX: fuck u ur not my therapist

LWJ: u do not have a therapist never has someone so clearly NOT had a therapist except maybe jiang cheng

WWX: SOUP MURDER IS GOING ON

LWJ: wut

JYL: pls understand it's just as dumb as you think

LWJ: ... i refuse to let soup related crimes of passion be something my future husband is known for u stop that

WWX: THEN I'M LEAVING

LWJ: wow

JYL: we're both in love with idiots

JZX: am i still gonna keep getting soup?

[this is a thing i do sometimes so if you would like to see more...]

Scene suggested by @nagisachan1​!! (I’m so sorry I forgot to tag/credit you when I posted this!)

#my stuff #cql crack #has the word soup lost its meaning for anyone else yet? #the transcript for this is saved under 'i'm at soup.docx' #brief summary #not so brief #oh well #I swear i'm working on the episode 4 one it's giving me HASSLES #please ignore the fact that I spelled emperor wrong i do that about half the time anyway #my edit