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pearldog30 · 11 months

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The guys reacting to a period simulator

Ghost, Soap, Hesh, Rudy, Alejandro.

Time for another HC. I just want to apologize why I haven't been active the past few weeks A LOT has happened, so yeah.... But I'm back and hopefully I'll get into the groove of posting more. There's just a lot of personal stuff that has happen, because of it I haven't been in the mood to write but I'm trying for y'all. cuz I love y'all 🖤

Other works 👉 Master list

Warnings| period Related stuff obviously.

Ghost 👻

When you first tell him about it he gives you major side eye cuz he doesn't think it exists until you put it in his hand. He is eyeing it up and down like you put a bomb in his hand or something.

Now talking him into actually putting it on is a whole nother ball game, it took you at least 3 weeks to talk him into it. And when he finally agreed, he was eyeing that little mote control that came with it like his life depended on it.

1,000% is scarily quiet.

Definitely is probably the most calm throughout the entire thing. even when you ramp it up to 10 you might hear him grunt a little, but that's the most you're going to get out of this man. Takes it like a champ

Afterwards though... He won't tell you straight up, but he has so much more respect for you now after going through that hell. he'll never admit it, but he was crying screaming throwing up on the inside

He spoils you afterwards a LOT more/Gives into whatever you want during that time of the month. cuddles/snacks/chocolate etc whatever you want bb, he's there. He will also low-key fight anyone who says period cramps are nothing

Soap 🧼

Oh oh oh... My poor so soapy boy, when you first told him about it he got so fucking cocky probably went a little something like this. "Ha! and what is that little machine supposed to do, this will be a breeze! Ay!" he went back on his words after you were done.

Tries to play it cool and tough. but fails it miserably after you crank it up past 4. Guaranteed this mf is already complaining and whining. "What. No... It can't be 4 you're cheating" says something along those lines.

Anything past 5 he is screaming and whining like a child. (He almost ripped it off at that point, but you stopped him beforehand)

He demanded to hold your hand after that, and he had it in a death grip the entire time. like he was given birth or something he said it was for emotional support.(he almost broke your hand from how tight he was squeezing it)

He shed a few tears you pumped it up to 10 but try to play it off. He is regretting every word he said.

Afterwards though he probably said something like "so Bonnie where's my chocolate" or something like that, (expecting to get his own little period basket for "surviving" it as he calls it.😭)

Hesh🌴

(Hesh my bb he is the most underrated character ever. y'all are sleeping on him, and I hate all of you for it. he needs more attention because I said so!)

A lot like ghost, He never even heard it existed until you said something, He definitely was skeptical about it.

He was surprisingly open to trying it. And wasn't nervous about it. And too much to your surprise he was handling it really well. (With the occasional grunts, and groans, here and there. he tried to man it so hard, but failed in the end)

But when you got it past 5 that's when he started to violently sweat, and he kind of started to get quiet, Which made you a little worried.

He did however! took the controller away from you Midway through because he thought you were lying. and then when he realized, he nearly shit himself that it was only at 7. (Definitely gave you bombastic side eye)

But after it was all said and done, he could not stop asking you if that's what periods really felt like, and when you confirmed every single one of them. he went silent looking at you as if God himself was saying it. Moral of the story he gained a lot more respect for you and other women

He was also a lot more gentle with you during those times, not saying he was before. he just somehow took it a step further, and praised you a lot. Telling you how good you did during those times of the month. (Probably also asked Elias/a few of the guys on the team who had wives few of their own tricks on how they dealt with them when they had theirs)

Alejandro 🔥

When you first mentioned the idea to him he looked at you like you were talking in another language. In the back of his mind tho he thought this was all bullshit what could a little machine do. And boy was he wrong

He wasn't necessarily wasn't open to it at first glance but after a little "negotiating" he finally agreed. And boy were you excited you definitely secretly filmed it

You weren't even on to level 2 when he was asking what level you had it on. This man cannot for the life of him keep his mouth shut either, he was either complaining or talking the entire time. NO IN BETWEEN!

Anything past 3 tho... he's acting like he's giving birth. quite literally saying every cuss word in the book, didn't matter if it was English or Spanish you heard it. you were getting slightly concerned

But once you got it turned up to 7. that's when he said fuck this, and ripped it off violently almost breaking the machine, and smashing it. (He also somehow shocked his hand in the process)

But after (that hell experience he calls it) he picked up his game in doing house chores after going through that. he doesn't let you lift a finger during that time of the month.

Rudy🥺

Now Rudy's actually heard of this before from his sister, who's brought it up a couple of times. so when you jumped on the bandwagon too, he was scared for his own safety.

This poor man was probably a sweating nervous wreck. Since he has a mom and sister he knows how bad it was for them. so he's expecting the worst.

Although he was a nervous wreck, he was violently calm through the whole process. which Low key scared you

I feel like he has a high pain tolerance. So it actually didn't affect him that bad. but still it hurt ofc, and he hates seeing people he loves in pain. But when it got to 10 that's when he really started to feel it, and move around more. (You know those little period cramp moves we do yeah that was him 💀)

Although unlike most of the guys, he was more quiet and reserved about the pain. He knew you had to deal with this every month, so what gives him the right to scream and complain when he could turn it off at any moment, and you couldn't.

He also went to his mom and sister after that experience. asking them what more he could do to help you out.

And that's going to be the end for this, I know it wasn't long. but I just wanted to get something out there for you, I hope you enjoy. and I hope you are having a good day/night wherever You are. reblogs, and comments are always appreciated 🖤

Tags @macravishedbymactavish

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ghostbeam · 6 months

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Happy Halloween Oz!!! 🎃 👻

Hmm a lot comes to mind with Halloween but I think the biggest ones are ghost or candy! So I'll let you pick. This is a cute little event bb 🖤🐈‍⬛

Happy Halloween kitten!!! I didn’t know who to write so I figured Bakugou would be a safe bet so yeah I hope u enjoy!!!<3

Katsuki Bakugou + Candy + Ghost

Words: 400

“That shit’ll rot your teeth.” You hear from behind you, making you jump out of your skin, the bowl of Halloween candy falling out of your lap and onto the floor in front of you.

“Don’t do that!” You scold, turning around to glare at the man standing behind your couch, arms crossed over his chest.

“But it’s so much fun.” He barks out a laugh. “What else am I gonna do?”

“Maybe go haunt someone else?” You suggest, bending down to pick up the spilled candy. Katsuki had been haunting you since you moved into the tiny apartment. It was the first place you’d ever lived on your own in—well almost on your own. The apartment he died in was one floor above yours, and he never explained to you what happened. He probably never would. But he liked hanging around you, for some reason.

“But you’re my favorite.” His voice his suddenly inches away from your ear, and it startled you, once more. “Plus, you’d miss me.”

This time, Katsuki had materialized in the seat next to you, leaning so close to your face that you had to move back or bump your nose right into his.

“Shut up—eugh!” You push both hands forward, hoping to land on his chest and shove him away, but you fall through him instead. Sitting back up, you glare, “I hate when you do that.”

“If you want to touch me so bad, you could always ask.” He shrugs, stretching an arm over the back of the couch, and staring straight ahead at the horror movie playing on your tv. You wish your ghost wasn’t so attractive.

You groan, throwing your head back against the couch, landing against his wrist, “God, I need a fucking exorcism or something.”

“I’m not a demon, sweetheart.” He chuckles, moving his hand to rest against the back of your head.

“Could’ve fooled me.” You sulk, crossing your arms over your chest and sinking further into the couch. He grabs your arm, pulling you flush against his side. He throws an arm around your shoulders and you squirm against him.

“Behave, or I’ll make you fall through again.” He speaks against your head. You let yourself relax into him, not wanting to fight against him anyways. He turns his head back to the tv, “what’s this one about.”

“A ghost.” You grumble, “an evil, malicious, terrible thing that makes the main character’s life a living hell. Kind of like you.”

“Can’t be hell if you’re here.” He shrugs and stars ahead at the tv like he never said anything at all.

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #ghost.drabble #ghost.writes #he would be a fun ghost I think #a bossy one but a fun one #ghost’s halloween drabbles!

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hailsatanacab · 3 months

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Are you still doing the wip ask game? If so, can i ask about number 5?

I love this one and I'm so embarrassed that it's still a wip oh no!!!! This should have been completed a long time ago to celebrate hitting 1,000 followers but uh... it sorta snowballed into way more than I thought it would and this cute little oneshot is now way more than that. Whoops.

It started as a @stealingyourbones prompt that I added on to, which you can read here! Then I posted a wee little wip wednesday sneak peek, and this snippet (is it still a snippet if it's over 1k words?) carries on from there :)

👻🦇👻

Danny doesn’t join him for what is, unexpectedly, a pretty great meal.

“Holy shit, you guys,” he murmurs, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You’re missing out.”

“Come on, Jay, it can’t be as good as the Big Bat Deluxe.” Dick whines in his ear. “You love those.”

“No, I love the Red Hot Hood Bites. That’s all I get at Bat Burger, and don’t let me hear you telling the others that I get anything else.”

“Please, Jason, don’t think we don’t have everyone’s BB order on file, who do you think you’re talking to?”

“Fuck off, Timbits. Go eat at Red Robin.”

“Hey, fuck you!”

Jason elects to tune out the ensuing list of threats in favour of finishing his burger. He’s heard them all before and he’s like 80% sure that Tim won’t actually hide his body in a Red Robin—if only because it wouldn’t take the World’s Greatest Detective to figure out who did it and he'd be so deep in the fucking shit that he may as well join Jason.

Aside from the food (seriously, that sauce! He’s going to need to rustle up a copycat or something, he can’t leave here without a recipe), the Nasty Burger is a pretty sad affair.

It’s a little run down, the vinyl covers on the seats peeling and suspiciously sticky, and incredibly quiet. The only other people around are the two teens behind the counter, bored and on their phones, and two kids, probably around Danny’s age, sitting in the corner quietly arguing amongst themselves. There’s an ungodly amount of food in front of them, but only the guy seems to be eating.

Jason sighs and looks at the rapidly cooling Supremely Nasty Meal meant for Danny. Taking a few of the fries won’t hurt, will it?

He peels the paper bag away from the greasy mess and digs in. Huh, they really skimped on his lot, there’s only like half a carton in here.

“So, you gonna bring us back something or are we going to have to starve?”

“Haven’t decided yet.”

“What a shame,” Timbo starts, with a theatrical air, “for I am still trying to decide whether or not to tell you everything I’ve learnt about the Fentons. Perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement?”

“You finally made yourself useful and got through those firewalls?”

“Yeah, once I managed to get my hands on a native laptop. It’s weird, but whatever was keeping out my tech lets anything bought directly from Amity in. Having such localised security—to the point where even my stuff can’t penetrate?— is beyond strange. I don’t like it.”

Jason leans back, and reaches for Danny’s milkshake, finding it surprisingly light when he lifts it up. Seriously, what is with the half portions here? He turns round and glares at the spotty teen behind the counter, who doesn’t look up from his phone. Whatever. It's not like Danny’s going to drink it anyway.

Looks like the two kids in the corner have made up, if their stifled laughter is anything to go by. Most of their own food is gone now, too, so perhaps the real reason it’s called the Nasty Burger is because they stiff you on the food.

“This place is weird.” says Dick, in a rare case of being right.

“You don’t know the half of it…” Tim sighs but doesn’t offer up anything else.

Jason’s been trying his best to ignore it.

The weirdness, that is.

There’s an electrical charge in the air so strong it almost feels like he’s swimming through static. Each breath makes his steps bounce like he’s walking on the moon. If he turns too quickly, if he stands up too fast, his head spins like he's breathing too much oxygen.

No matter what Tim thinks he knows, it’s not the full weirdness of Amity Park, Jason's sure about that. Being here itches under his skin, and he resolves not to delve any deeper into it. Not with the way the green swims on the edges of his vision.

The sooner they figure out what’s happening here, the better.

“What’s your price?”

“Two Supremes and a six pack of Nasty Nuggies. Cake shake with two shots of espresso.”

Jason rolls his eyes as Dick splutters in concern.

“Shake and espresso? Tim, you have a problem.”

“It’s just a frappuccino. There’s no difference.”

“Then get a frappuccino.”

“I want a shake.”

“Then there's a difference! And the difference is that Alfred will kill us for enabling you!”

“As riveting as watching Timberly’s mental and physical wellbeing disappear before our very eyes is, what’s your info?”

“The same for me, please!” Dick butts in, yet again. “Except with a coke instead, because I’m normal.”

Both Tim and Jason snort.

“Yeah, not gonna touch that. Tim, info, come on.”

“Alright, alright. Hey, so, what’s your favourite thing about being adopted?”

“Tim, I swear to God, if you don’t get to the point right now, I’ll—”

“You’re right! It’s that none of us are actually related to you.”

“And yet somehow, I’m still stuck with you all. Point, Tim, get to it.”

He grabs the burger meant for Danny and begins to unwrap it. If he has to listen to Tim being all smug about whatever he’s found out, he’s doing it with a burger in hand.

“Did you know that Willis Todd’s Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather was a Nightingale?”

“What’s a Nightingale? Aside from the obvious.”

“A Nightingale is about two generations away from becoming a Fenton.”

“Oh, what the fuck? You cannot be serious!”

“Serious as a cake shake with two espressos in it.”

“No, my… Someone ate my other fucking burger!”

Danny’s burger has a huge, bite-sized chunk taken out of it. Literal teeth marks in the bun. A slice of tomato slops limply onto the table, painting his shirt with splatters of weak tomato juice, the red half moon taunting him. Sauce dribbles out mournfully.

The two kids in the corner are staring openly now, faces red with how hard they’re laughing.

Jason sinks into his chair with a groan.

This fucking town.

Is this how they treat outsiders? Take bites of their burgers while they laugh on—but then why only do it to his spare and not both meals? The teenagers behind the counter aren't even paying any attention, so why bother pulling a prank like this if you're not going to—

Danny.

Jason whips his head around as if he can catch the invisible little shit, but just like on the street, there's no sign of him.

Has he been here the whole time, invisibly eating the food Jason offered him? Except the packaging was still perfectly wrapped, the sticker still attached, how in the hell had he managed to eat the burger without damaging it? Did he get to it in the kitchen? Or does he—

“Wait, hold up. What the fuck did you just say?”

#wip game #wink wonk hello hello! this ask gave me the motivation to actually get through work rather than collapse into a puddle and dissolve :)#i'm gonna reblog the wip game post again because i want to work on these and apparently talking about them gets me fired up #like i mean who knew??? who knew that being excited and telling someone about something makes you want to work on it more?#i really need to think of an actual title for this huh #but lbr i have a long way to go before this needs a title. this fic is really snowballing - like i love that but also holy shit #so much bigger than i thought it'd be 😬#ain't that always the way #anyway thank you so much for the ask!!#love you guys #oh shit my writing tag #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #it took me a while to remember where the crabs go :(

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fantomette22 · 8 months

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👻👻👻I have seen your bingo for Simon the harrowed. But You said that you didn't have lots of hcs on him. What about now? Any hcs or thoughts you can share now?(i managed four times to send the ask)

Hi Odds! 👻

Indeed sorry but i still don’t have much on Simon (still have a few headcanons i can think of lmao)

First have the 2 ever drawings i did of him. One from july the and the other one from may of last year xD yep of my first bb drawings ahah.

Ok so yeah he’s quite a nuanced character that at the same time : intrigued me, touch me a lot emotionally ;-; , and that i kick the ass of in my 2nd playthrough.

🏹 I guess he’s s foreigner? He would come from a Persian/india type of country. (Yes i ask some friends really good in history what they thought of the weapon design and they told me it was probably that and also inspired by the kriss/kress from Indonesia & Pthumerian & Logarius have really similar weapon to it).

🏹 He’s really bad with firearm and hate the loud sound/ step back it cause. And he probably trained with bow since he was a kid.

🏹 Back where he came from, he was used of walk without shoes on sand etc so that don’t bother him after he become the harrowed.

🏹 He was a bit lost at first in Yharnam but wanted to joined the church hunters. (He arrived a few years after the hamlet thing). He met Ludwig who took him under his wing.

🏹 He prove himself and gained the trust of his superiors so he become a "harrowed" disguised himself as a mere beggar to detect symptoms of beasthood before people transformed. But then he become preoccupied who figure something was. weird... he needed to know what the church was hiding... what was their plan. Why take all this measures?

🏹 He did meet Maria a couple of times but didn't know her well. He know she used to be a hunter. But when he tried to gained some informations about the experiments or the church history + take a look at the archives she was really adamant to share anything. If she was around, poke in some papers is really the last thing you wanna do. (I mean it would be worst with other, you could get into trouble Simon!)

🏹 Actually, there was a time where Brador and him work together and it went well. Pretty ironic after knowing how that end...

🏹 Speaking of that: one day Gehrman disappear living a lot of his belonging at the workshop (some times after Maria passed away).. Laurence got worried and sent many people to try to find him. (Ludwig went into the underground, some people went at Byrgenwerth etc) and Simon & Brador (& maybe 1-2 other) were send next to a lost and abandoned hamlet next to the sea... they found him sitting on the shore. Exhausted, wet and cold but alive.

So that's why Simon become really curious towards the lost place and manage to find some papers that weren't destroyed and learn some dark secrets... That + what happened at the research hall some times earlier that definitely made him turn his back towards the church afterwards, he wanted to learn the truth and discovered what was behind everything. And perhaps managed to stop this entire mess. (+ the freaking Amygdala who died in the middle of Yharnam ahah)

🏹 I guess he might knew the 2nd harrowed guy (the one at the hamlet where we got the set.

🏹 He probably participate in killing Ludwig in real life 😢 he discover what happened but compared to Yamamura, Gratia etc either he wasn't put in a cell thanks to his status or he managed escape.

🏹 I am unsure how he ended up in the hunter's nightmare... an amygdala? He is dead in real life? hm...

Also could be funny if he's afraid of the dark and that's why he got a lantern ahah

And yep that's all for now. Probably forgetting lot of thing.

#bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #simon the harrowed #my asks #my art

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stormkobra-5 · 1 year

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Hooray for spooky season!! 👻

May I request this from prompt list #2 for Poe and the reader: 22. Seeing ghosts in your new house.

Look. I know that’s Kane and not Poe. But this fits better (also, he was filming The Last Jedi and Annihilation at the exact same time sooo...). You’ll see heheheheheheheh. (This is a little late... I’m giving myself the deadline of Thanksgiving to finish these blurbs, because the day after Thanksgiving is when the Christmas tree goes up. :3)

“Poe! I’m serious!”

“I know you are, baby, but are you sure you didn’t just have a nightmare?”

You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest defiantly. Your husband, Poe Dameron, had seen a lot of things in his years with the Resistance, and he certainly believed a lot of things. In fact, he’d stated numerous times how he believed in Force Ghosts. Or even ghosts, in general.

But apparently the idea of ghosts haunting your own little home, after the war has ended and you’re finally settling down, is impossible. Improbable.

It’s kind of hard to ignore when a stack of (secured) books goes flying off a (stable) bookshelf in the middle of broad daylight. “So I had a nightmare while I was up and doing the unpacking? That’s what you’re saying?”

Poe raised an eyebrow, pursing his lips. “I didn’t mean it like that, baby.”

You huffed, moving to continue unpacking the box of decorations you stood beside and grumbling about your husband. He chuckled softly, letting the cord of the sweeper he was using drop to the floor and approaching you with that stupidly bright smile that made you fall for him in the first place.

You try to remain irritated— rolling your eyes (half-heartedly), huffing again— but when Poe grabs your shoulders and gently turns you to face him, you lose all pretenses of being even mildly frustrated when he kisses you softly. He pulls away with a coy grin, eyes sparkling. “Even if there are ghosts here, baby, we don’t have to worry about ‘em. Okay?”

Something about the way he said it made you melt and nod in agreement before returning the kiss with one of your own. Despite your claims, not a single paranormal thing happened even as the two of you cleaned and decorated and unpacked— or maybe you were too distracted by your husband to notice.

You were, however, woken in the middle of the night by Poe’s startled gasp. Immediately, you lunged up, old reflexes from the war still hardwired into your brain. “What is it?” You fumbled for the blaster you no longer kept at your bedside, frowning when your search came up empty.

Poe threw the blankets off, rushing to the closet. “There’s somebody in the house.”

Panic surged through your veins. “Somebody in the... what do you mean?”

Poe quietly tore open the closet and snatched your blasters, tossing you yours. “Somebody was walking in the hallway. I fucking saw them.”

Just as quickly as Poe, you shot out of bed. Military training and years of experience took over as you searched your new home from top to bottom, using hand-signals and gestures as communication as you stalked through, ready to fire. Eventually your search moved outside, but the results were the same.

There was nobody in your house.

Nobody but the two of you and BB-8.

“What did you see, Poe?”

He looked at you with tired eyes and shock written all over his face. “Thought... Thought it was a person...” He gestured around vaguely as he put your blasters away, turning off the safety with shaking hands. “I woke up and was gonna go get some water when... I swear to the Maker, baby, I’m not making it up. I thought I saw somebody walking in the hallway.” His eyes found yours almost pleadingly... you arched an eyebrow nearly to your hairline.

“I dunno, Poe. Sure you weren’t having a nightmare?”

He paused, pursing his lips a bit. “...Fair point.” He climbed into bed beside you, an arm looping around your waist to pull him flush against you. He heaved a deep sigh, kissing your temple as you cuddled up together. “......Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“If there are actually ghosts, we’re moving.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer. “Agreed.”

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #star wars: sequel trilogy #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #stormkobra 5 ask game #stormkobra 5 answers #spookable september

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50cal-fullauto-astarion · 9 months

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❤️👻🚀🎁 pls <3

THANK YOU PROPH BB :'3c <3

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

kdjlkdj WOOF this is highlighting my vanity, i get so jack rabbit-y when i write good lines. this is from 'hot in sarajevo' with a few extra bits for context.

[König is segmented; you’ve known that for as long as you’ve known him.] Don’t know if he did it to himself, or if it was an after-affect of all the bad shit he didn’t die from. ... His worst days are lost dogs and veils of blood floating through his mouth.

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

this is a really good question bc i'm veering between deciding if this means wildest as in craziest/absurdist, or most violently unexpected, and i don't really do the craziest/absurdist variety i don't think?

actually i'm going to go with the former bc i mentioned this in the chat a while ago, but i grew really like attached to the idea, so my wildest headcanon is that soap was raised in a cult. and aw FUCK i went and did some googling and i'm getting into it and devloping it more. yeah, soap was raised in an anti-technology anti-modernism religious cult with intense calvinist principles he's still trying to shake off. bing bang boom.

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

it depends!! :D three of my planned long-form fics are pretty intensely outlined bc they require it for dates and plot points, and i like having the outline to work off of as i write so i'm not bungling shit lmao. most everything else i'm flying by the seat of my pants or referencing vague notes i've written down for scenes i want to include. it is INCREDIBLY sloppy and frankenstein-y a process skjfdf.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

YES. i always want to share a ton of my WIPs but i don't want to spoil surprises [lays down facing the wall and screams]. this is from 'sacramental dance of serpents,' which is a ghost x reader (secretly it's just stallard, my oc) semi-southern gothic au? it's kind of just trying to pin down vibes for the bigger project and put out a nice reader oneshot for folks who like spooky shit.

“You’d die alone if you had an emergency out here,” is the first thing he says to you as he pulls himself out of the car. He’s not wearing the skull or the balaclava. Looks like any other man, a little extra chewed up. Hair that holds no color, stubble that’s a shade darker. Green bruises sit under his eyes like bouts of insomnia clinging to their lovers. You don’t take the time to study, even if you don’t feel like you’re particularly stealing anything from him, but you don’t flinch and you feel that he is handsome, in the way an undertaker could be—austere, full of hard angles, exhaustion. His eyes are even blacker surrounded by the pallor of his bare skin. “Not any different from work,” you return, dropping your hands on your hips when he staunchly will not give you either his backpack or rifle case, shaking his head. Can tell by the set of his eyes it’s not worry of thievery or mishandling making him haul his own baggage, being a little bit of a rude guest. Forced to guess, you’d say maybe he’s got a little bit of backwards in him—maybe a lady ought to not carry the things of a man when the man is capable.

thank you proph, i hope you like the snippet dskljds <3 <3

#holler holler get $#i'm not kidding though holy shit that soap hc is doing something to me i'm becoming ill i am changing i am ascending to a higher level

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overheaven · 7 months

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💖👻🖊😈🌈(puppy Jiro fic) and 👩‍🏭. And 🍰, 'cause why not! 💜

under the cut because the fics mentioned in here feature the “noncon” and “underage” archive warning tags, and incest ships ⚠️⚰️🕊️

👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?

oh jeez i have SO many because i often will get ideas for like, a single passage but nothing else. sometimes those take more shape but most of the time they stay dormant in my scrivener files u_u

i was working on a like. weirdly high concept thing about a cyberpunk-ish Hypmic AU where the BBs are androids that Rei’s been engineering. i got the idea after binge-reading Chobits lol so yeah it kind of follows the genre trope of Oops! Sentience! and i like the idea so much but i just don’t rly know what to do with it :P

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

from a SK8 fic, featuring a human furniture kink from my kink bingo card:

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

i wouldn’t rly know what my readers hate (like i answered in a previous ask, i don’t get a lot of comments/feedback so i don’t rly assume anything about my readers, good or bad?) but i do feel a little bit of “sorry i did this. it will happen again.” whenever i post a fic about fem!Jiro LMAO

🌈 What inspired you to write [insert fic here]? (puppy Jiro fic)

oh my god the puppy Jiro fic. i think it was just that i was doing Dead Dove Kinktober and i really wanted to write something weird and yucky! i like body modification, especially when gender changes are involved it just. scratches my lizard brain. puppy hybrids too! so yeah it’s honestly just an idfic auhauhuh

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

LMAOOO honestly my entire reijiro repertoire but it might be “荷物 — baggage.” the puppy jiro one is ICKYBAD because of the extreme age gap and unethical experimentation parts but it’s like SO wack that it’s almost funny imo. baggage is definitely a taboo fantasy but it’s more rooted in reality where forging documents and country-hopping to avoid arrest and kidnapping your favorite son by means of transporting him as luggage are uh. uhhh yeah jail for one thousand years. and i did want it to be a little melancholy and very uncomfortable to read despite how spicy it gets so yeah i guess i’d be an accomplice to Rei’s crimes there PFFFF

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

ok so i don’t really know how to pin down what a “comfort fic” is to me because i mostly read smut and/or dark fics! so i don’t reread things for like “yay warm nice” feels, i reread for “horny dismal pain” feels…

however i read one recently that was absolutely beautiful and is still haunting me in a deeply touching way, like something more akin to bittersweetness? and i want to mention that here! “are you near me? (my door is open)” by paranatellon REALLY captivated me. it has literally all of my favorite things— a macabre setup, body part gifting, eye horror, epistolary elements, Rodrigue as a background character(!!!), gorgeous imagery… the characterization is spot on for everyone, especially Dimitri who is just so very unwell but still treated with so much care and sympathy! i really love this fic!!!

#ask meme #fanfic asks #cw incest

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plothooksinc · 7 months

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👻 and 🤩 if you don't mind!

I do not! Sorry for the delay my brain has been kinda foggy lately

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

Ahaha, I don't really have any that are wild. 😅 Mine are all small things like "Leo sometimes gets words wrong because he doesn't know them and sometimes gets them wrong because it annoys Donnie" or the concept of them all trying to give themselves first aid lessons when they were ten to... very limited success. All tiny things that don't really change much because I generally work with what a show gives me. Though I do tend to bow to popular fanon when I like it, I wouldn't call them wild either because everybody uses those. Etc etc.

🤩 What led to your interest in the fandom?

UHHH well. I was walking past the living room while my uncle was watching 4pm cartoons after school (he was 14, my age) and caught the tail end of one of the classic TMNT eps-- it was literally just a clip of April O'Neil for Channel 6 news walking through a destroyed wall and then doing a news report and it cut to the teetles arguing over who she was (thanking? winking at? Idk). She interrupted her own broadcast while they were arguing and said "Cool it, guys! If you must know, I was winking at Splinter!" So that was ...IDK season 2? They were still getting mystical crystals? Anyway, I love cartoons, I love redheads, and I especially love weird cartoons b/c I grew up on a bunch of dubbed anime, so I sat down to watch it properly the next day and was hooked. April was my actual first fave because I always latch onto redheads. (Represent, I guess?) Over time it switched to Leo. Largely because, hilariously, I decided poor lame 87!Leo needed someone to like him. (He grew on me more unironically later on.)

That's probably as far as it would have gone, except I really liked them and so was recording episodes etc, and then while I was at work one day at K-Mart I saw TMNT comics! Which were... actually the colourised volume 1 of Mirage TMNT in four graphic novels, being sold in the kids reading section (oh dear, K-Mart, you didn't look at those too closely, did you?) and so I bought them expecting MORE ADVENTURES OF -- wait, who the hell are these guys. Why are they all wearing red, holy shit is that blood wow they just gutted Shredder in the first issue ... :D :D :D (Oh look, they threw Leo through a window. bb's first blorbo covered in blood, there we go--)

Anyway, yeah at that point I was hooked. And checked the newsagency and found the Archie TMNT comic series, and then from there trekked into the city one day while I should have been at school to visit bb's first comics shop-- TMNT is actually how I got into comic reading, AMV making, and fanfiction by the by-- and, uh, solididfied hurt/comfort as my jam-- and I just kept going down that rabbit hole.

So. Shout out to K-Mart for deciding to sell bloody, gory TMNT comics in the kid's section I guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thank you!

Ask meme here.

#@greatlyblessed #ask meme

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captainnameless · 1 year

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In your universe, did lil land ever make an appearance while karting with Carlos? Their karting videos is so wholesome, I can only imagine how patient he is with Lando

Carlos is so patient with that little firecracker, so well matched on reading Lando’s energy and giving him exactly what he needs, wether it be a gentle distraction, a firmer approach or just a hug. i think the only instance he messes up is with that post (Brazil was it?) where he just snaps and Lando’s face just falls 😭, which reminds me of 👻, bb where are you, are you well? are you thriving? i miss u.

also i’ve just rewatched that entire karting video bc of this ask and word vomitted this

Lando loves karting and he loves Carlos, so combining the two just means a serotonin overload which can be a bit overwhelming at times and cause him to slip a little.

It’s not like either of them mind, Carlos starts to notice when Lando is practically bouncing out of his suit, feet anything but still and his speaking is so sped up he keeps stumbling over his words. They’re standing close enough for Carlos to be able to gently and unnoticed get a hold of the younger, press a grounding thumb into Lando’s wrist. It works, ish, Lando leans into him and grins at Carlos, smile all squished from where the helmet is tight around his cheeks.

The adrenaline rush is even worse when he actually wins the race, barely landing the move on Carlos in the final corner and sticking with it across the finish line, a few tenths ahead of the Spaniard.

The bouncing is more prominent know, very visible from where Carlos is sat behind Lando waiting to park the karts back where they belong, he can see Lando growing restless and is out of the kart before he really knows it, crouching down next to the younger. He has to suppress the coo that wants to leave him when he meets the twinkly eyes, scrunched up from how big his smile is.

“I beat you.”

Carlos matches his smile. “Hmm, cabrón. You did.”

Lando sticks his tongue out. “I was the fastest. Super fast. I went around you like-.” He doesn’t finish his sentence while his arms make big movements, mimicking his pass. “Like that!”

Carlos chuckles. “I know, I saw you do it.”

“I won.” Lando reiterates. “I was quicker than you.”

Carlos nods, again. “You were.”

- -

He lets Lando take in the victory, watches him announce it to the entire track and anyone who’ll listen. Enjoys watching the genuine smile on Lando’s face, he’ll wait.

When Lando’s done Carlos knows because of the way soft fingers curl around his sleeve, tugging at it to try and get him to stop his conversation. He’s able to cut it short before the younger starts whining and as his conversation partner leaves he’s met with a soft but familiar

“Papa?”

Yeah. He’d been expecting that.

He can’t help the quick look around before his eyes settle back on Lando. “Hmm?”

“Wanna go.”

The adrenaline must’ve worn off as Lando’s eyes already seem half closed, messed up curls that have fallen into his face contributing to the he needs a nap-look.

“You tired, cariño?”

“No.” Is Lando’s immediate answer, and Carlos should’ve expected that really. But Lando’s body betrays him with a yawn and Carlos has to bite back the smirk at the frown that appears.

Carlos drives back to the hotel one-handed, the other one resting in Lando’s lap while the younger plays with his fingers, mostly to keep the boy from sticking his thumb in his mouth. The windows on the rental aren’t tinted and it’s not a risk they’re necessarily willing to take.

Back in their room he tricks Lando into his lap by turning on a movie but the sound is barely on and he’s squeezed the boy into his chest, gently running his thumb across Lando’s nose and watching his eyes flutter close. There’s some sort of gurgled protest that’s cut short by another yawn before Lando’s body just kinda gives in, melts into the hold and rests.

#littlef1adventures #lf1a.minific #i adore carlando #so much

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taketwoinink · 1 year

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YOU WANTED MORE FANFIC ONES

🙅‍♀️👻💰☀️

yesyeyesyesyeyseyesyesyseyses MORE FANFIC ONES

🙅‍♀️ What is one trope you refuse to ever write?

hmmm... besides from things that morally I have a problem with... I can't think of anything.

Certain soulmate troupes/portrayals and also fake dating except they like each other but don't tell each other I'm kind of tired of. If done right, they're absolutely amazing, but also I feel like there's a lot of that in my particular fandom

(that said, I have a fanfiction idea that's a fake dating red herring and I'm so excited for it)

I used to say "I'll never write major character death or hurt/no comfort fics" but um- yeah I have several of those in the works and I am repentant about it

👻 Have you written holiday-themed fics? If yes, which is your fave? If not, what’s one holiday you’d want to write for, and which character(s) would the fic be for?

I have not! I almost wrote a Christmas Marichat found family fic but I didn't have time- Was very busy with the end of the semester and finishing up my BB fic. I still have my notes for it and I'd like to write it!

I've also started several Halloween themed fics, mostly centered around identity shenanigans, and I want to write a Halloween fic about the catacombs

they'd all be Adrien centered because I'm heavily biased

💰 What’s one trope you wouldn’t write, except for money?

for some reason, this question seems easier to answer than the what trope would I refuse to ever write

But to be honest... everything I can think of that I'd write for money, I would also write just for fun. Maybe it's less a matter of would I write it for money or would I admit to writing it for money-

☀️ Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

YES! I wrote this fic once (it's called and We Learn To Listen in case you're curious) and I wasn't feeling it at all but it was very well received

"holy damn, i actually started crying. it was such a pure bittersweetness, so much perfect hurt/comfort vibes 😢💞." - from the_devil_was_an_angel_first

"This almost made me cry. This was fantastic! You should be proud :)))))))

This is actually the first fic I've read from you. It was like I was watching a movie. I'm going to go ahead and binge all of your fics now :)) Kudos! Also I hope you have a great day, too :))" - from Redwig

these both made my day and I was beaming and squealing and honestly I'd had a really bad day that day but these two comments made it so much better

#answered asks #fanfic ask game #mutuals #thatfaecreaturee

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indouloureux · 2 years

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hiii augs!!! hope you’re well!! can wait for the fic i know it’ll be amazing !!! (and yeah maybe split it into 2 parts,,,,bc i KNOW i’m gonna have trouble reading it all in one go but i’ll try for you bb)

-jorj👻

hi jorj!! i'm good hehe. i WILL split it into two parts however i have no idea where to cut the story in 😭😭 how are you honey?? <33

#jorj! 👻#answered

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punkscowardschampions · 7 months

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Barly

Carly: [some time after her fun times with Alison because the gals had to cleanse themselves in water and have a reset moment and generally just be allowed to live]

Carly: I’m sorry

Bartley: Why, what for now?

Carly: everything @ bonfire night idk

Bartley: It wasn’t so bad

Bartley: and you didn’t 😱👻 to make it weird, the less good parts

Carly: k grand

Carly: weren’t expecting the air to be cleared this quick but

Bartley: Not surprised you’re feeling the fear this morning, like

Bartley: s’why everyone hates Mondays, I reckon

Carly: im not 🍀🐇🌠 how u r to be feeling that type of way

Bartley: I weren’t even pissed, be why

Bartley: Notice Ronan was off his face too though, by the end

Carly: you was too busy 😍💋🥰💞😘💓’d be why bb

Carly: how are u to raise a glass when youve some lass always on your face 🌺🐝

Bartley: You sound jealous

Bartley: Another zombie girl situation, was it?

Carly: what of another 🤠🤎 for you wasnt it?

Bartley: I don’t know, I’ll not see her again so it doesn’t matter

Carly: u could if you’re after it mattering 🍯💛

Bartley: Tah for the permission, Carls

Carly: I mean cos shes a mate of alis brother & hes a mate of mine

Carly: if you want to see her its not like youd have need of searching every pop up shop for a lass on till

Bartley: You’re well 💔

Bartley: Mosey boy should still have her number, somewhere in his contact list, you can find her

Carly: my god shut up gobshite 😅

Bartley: 😏

Bartley: I just mean, that girl talked too much, when she weren’t attached to my face, I’m not after seeing her again off my back

Carly: ah now theres sense course thats why you was on her constant not cos u like her 😏

Bartley: I’m not being mean, don’t think she even asked what my name was either

Carly: im not calling u mean boy it was a party & yous both had your fun

Bartley: The comparisons are never far off

Carly: youre never far from slagging me but hey i was trying to see how long we’d go before you started

Bartley: Am not

Bartley: the only reason you like Ronan is because he has no opinions of his own and that suits you

Carly: oh please hes loads of opinions of me & they dont suit no more than the 1s the rest of yous lads have do

Bartley: Yeah right, I know how dead easy he is to convince, we do it all the time

Carly: whats it you reckon I’m here wanting to convince him of?

Bartley: I don’t need to say it, you know

Carly: I dont

Bartley: Nah, you’re after tricking me into slagging you already sos you win, more like

Carly: yea cos what a victory thatd b like

Bartley: Your shit game, play a different one

Carly: im playing none im only telling you I’m not after him

Bartley: Does that mean you’re after Moses again

Bartley: better warn his mammy, like

Carly: no never

Bartley: Believe that when I 👀 it

Carly: cant u believe it hurt us getting rated?

Bartley: no, ‘course it did

Bartley: but has he tried to apologise to you yet?

Carly: hes swore to make my life a misery cos i dont fancy fucking him no more, where it was left, more or less

Bartley: Jesus, well

Carly: i think this heres where im meant to warn yous all hes hoping you’ll all get yourselves involved in them fun & games like im scared or care

Bartley: He’s not said anything, not when I’ve been there

Bartley: maybe he was already half-cut when he said that to you, didn’t really mean it

Carly: yea maybe

Bartley: Sounds it

Bartley: he’ll have found someone else to bother by now, forgot all about that

Carly: dont even know how to make a girl feel special w his threats

Bartley: I’m just saying, don’t be scared

Carly: he dont scare me

Bartley: Good

Carly: its your turn to the now

Bartley: My turn to what?

Carly: scare us

Bartley: Not Halloween no more

Carly: only a week gone somehow

Bartley: your getup were a lot scarier craic anyhow

Carly: least yous all dressed up loads of lads from school never far as I saw

Bartley: Mosey fancies himself enough to love all that

Carly: are you not to bother yourself next year then?

Bartley: I felt like a divvy

Bartley: different for lasses, you all love it

Carly: 🥺 I loved waiting to work out what youd picked to be 💔 for that as the last time & end of an era

Bartley: You’re such a pisstake

Bartley: I’ll try and think on before the day of next time, or go looking alone, so the best costumes don’t get nabbed

Carly: or you could let us make u 1 ❤️🎨✨🧡🧵💚💄🖤 cos I am not a pisstake

Bartley: Oh, sure, be the easiest way to go about being a massive one 😅

Carly: nah youve just massive issues w trust

Bartley: I don’t

Bartley: you’re not serious anyway

Carly: yea I am

Bartley: Maybe then

Bartley: is a whole year off now - 1 week so you’ve got time to be dead ❤️🎨✨🧡🧵💚💄🖤

Carly: yay 🖤🧡🎃🖤🧡👻🤍🧄💀🖤🧡🎃🖤🧡

Carly: dead excited to prove myself

Bartley: You who offered, moody

Carly: you’ve a whole year to work out for yourself when I’m being serious

Bartley: I already know the answer to that

Carly: u so dont

Bartley: Yeah I do, you’re never bloody serious, that’s your problem, girl

Carly: youd not handle me if I was

Bartley: That a threat of 😤 or 😭?

Carly: Id reckon its a reminder of when I tried to talk to you serious at the party & your eyes near fell out your head for the size they went

Bartley: You didn’t mean to say it, was being polite ignoring it

Carly: k eejit youre never polite, your problem

Bartley: Oh, so you let that pair walk all over you but I’m the rude one, how’s that work

Carly: yous can all be, sure, enough of it to go round, hows that?

Bartley: It don’t, you’ve no sense or shame to let him act like that just because you reckon him pretty

Carly: i know ive not, everybody knows ive not

Bartley: You could, you’re not totally braindead

Carly: i feel it

Bartley: act it out enough times for it to be all you hear, sure you do

Carly: it was all i heard before I acted up any time

Bartley: It’s not totally your fault

Carly: remember I go weird when youre nice

Bartley: yeah, don’t stop you having a go the rest of the time, weirdo

Carly: 👶😭 what go like?

Bartley: You can only take a joke off Moses when you want him to fuck you

Carly: hes no jokes when he wants to fuck me or he don’t

Carly: the lad’s loads of things but not gas

Bartley: I never said he was funny

Carly: it werent about him making us laugh

Bartley: no shit

Carly: y talk about moses when it only makes you 😤😠

Bartley: You made it so its all that’s to be said when your name comes up

Carly: wow k then

Bartley: What? You know it’s true

Carly: i never knew that was all you had to say to me but theres us told

Bartley: If you wanted to be mates with us, you wouldn’t have done what you have

Carly: right yea ill be off 😶💚👋

Bartley: For fuck’s sake, can’t you just admit that you did wrong, like

Carly: i have

Carly: what else are you after 🩸🙏📿?

Bartley: A sorry you don’t stick to don’t mean anything, you know

Bartley: You lot never do

Carly: wes done w each other, me & moses, I’m sticking to it

Carly: & ro’s just a friend now

Bartley: Believe it when I see it, yeah

Bartley: You can’t expect everyone to be convinced of that yet

Carly: take long as you need 🤠

Bartley: Whatever, you never listen to good advice

Carly: give it & maybe i’ll

Bartley: You want to do what you’ve done and are gonna keep doing

Bartley: why should I even bother

Carly: you’re not listening yourself I said ⬆️

Carly: but don’t bother w me & my 🍃🌱 if youre no believer in it

Bartley: Prove us wrong, no one’d be happier for you to stop fucking things up

Carly: k 💚

Bartley: K yourself, nightmare

Carly: don’t call me that

Bartley: calm down

Carly: no

Carly: you sound like him & youre not

Bartley: I’m so sorry I’m not him, Jesus

Carly: you shouldnt b sorry

Carly: nobody is after you being him

Bartley: He’s a bit of a liability but he’ll come round, probably

Carly: I hope he does to yous all

Bartley: There’s only so wild people will put up with but he’s not like that bad

Bartley: long as he’s grafting, not fucking with other people’s families, he’ll not be going anywhere

Carly: yea, he’ll come grand once he grows up

Bartley: Still be a gobshite and a poser but you know

Bartley: worse crimes

Carly: yous lads have all committed them

Bartley: Not my family, not like his, their daddy lets them get away with all the stuff he still wants to

Carly: don’t start me on their daddy, I know my place that much

Bartley: Don’t be grim, or accuse him of that sort of carry on, people get strung up by their balls for less

Carly: not me who hes carrying on with if hes round this caravan

Bartley: There you go, how can any of them be expected to carry themselves with respect when he’s their example

Bartley: If their mammy had any backbone yours would be without hers, you don’t make it that obvious, in front of her and everyone she’s to live with, feeling sorry for her

Carly: sure, ive no argument there, sorry if youre expecting 1

Bartley: I know you don’t like yours as much as she reckons it so

Carly: I like her how any girl of my age does her mammy, problem lies in her not wanting to act the part

Bartley: or her age

Bartley: I’ve seen you go all dead when she’s acting the maggot, it’s pure shaming, no one proper blames you for her being that mental

Carly: everyone instead reckons i take after her id rather the blame

Bartley: It’s just the same as them, how are you to be better, you’ve no daddy to take the pair of yous in hand either

Carly: Im not mental though

Carly: whatever else I am im not, k? Youve to know that’s so

Bartley: I didn’t say you were, only as a joke

Carly: i cant laugh @ it sorry

Bartley: Alright, alright

Bartley: you’re hanging, I get it

Carly: I hate that youve 👀 me away 💀👻

Bartley: The others don’t notice, not that they’ve ever said and it’d be a weird thing for me to bring up to ‘em

Carly: whyve you?

Bartley: I dunno

Carly: if youre to be looking @ me im to put more effort into being prettier 💄💅✨

Bartley: you’re not

Carly: i know im not thats where the effort is 🎀

Bartley: Leave off with that, you know what I meant

Carly: are you leaving off 👀?

Bartley: I weren’t looking through your window at night, don’t make it sound weird

Carly: its weird u know something they all dont but no surprise

Bartley: Maybe Ro knows, seeing as you twos are so close these days

Bartley: wouldn’t be after telling you if he did

Carly: wes further apart than ever these days but thats my own fault so

Carly: theres only ali who ive let 👀 can’t stop her same as you

Bartley: You can’t stop me

Carly: I dont want to

Bartley: There you go then

Carly: what do you want boy?

Bartley: you talking my ear off, what do you want, girl

Carly: if that was true youd of stayed w me @ the party not your girl [her name]

Bartley: I were being polite, you’ve already been told

Carly: you don’t like me when im high

Bartley: Not really, no

Carly: but I don’t myself when im sober

Bartley: I’ve seen it before, you’re too young and not a bloke

Carly: idk how to make you understand what youve not seen

Bartley: Probably not my business, you don’t have to

Carly: probably cant be inviting you to look in my windows or you’ll be 😤😠 @ me

Bartley: You like mental, even if you don’t wanna be called it

Carly: nobody likes for proper mental

Bartley: nah?

Carly: im not after being locked up where ali’s brother is

Bartley: that’s a bit different, Carls

Carly: i dont feel no different to it unless i take something that changes how

Bartley: They reckon he killed her, you’ve never done nothing like that, don’t be stupid

Carly: he never she killed herself & sometimes I get why you know

Bartley: you’re not to say things like that

Carly: im no catholic saying or doing isnt off limits

Bartley: We’re right and that’s wrong though

Carly: is it?

Bartley: Yes, you twat, shut up about it

Carly: see, you dont like us when I’m not high neither

Bartley: Why would you say that? Nothing is that bad, is it

Carly: cos

Carly: idk [her mum] had this fella round whos bad enough & i thought hed away when i took myself off w ali but hes no moved himself all that far

Bartley: Go on, what’s his craic?

Carly: - craic

Bartley: Yeah but

Bartley: you seem scared or like, idk

Carly: im too tired to b on how she wants or turn him off hows needed 🥱😴

Bartley: Get him to go outside for a smoke or something

Bartley: just give me a bit, to sort it, yeah

Carly: im not bringing my trouble to you

Carly: no, like

Bartley: We’ve all sisters and nieces here, why do we want that sort on our site

Carly: hes been told im older theyre all of them lied to shes my big sister or best mate, its her craic

Bartley: She’s delusional, he’s got eyes

Carly: men use em to see what suits not whats real

Bartley: Not proper men

Carly: come on shes never filling this caravan up with proper men

Bartley: She can’t be trusted with anything, obviously

Carly: ill go back out idc

Bartley: For God’s sake

Carly: youre invited unless youve work on tomorrow

Bartley: you can’t just bring that up and then drop it like that

Carly: I can’t do fuck all else & im to be sure not letting you

Bartley: I wouldn’t on my own, I’m not thick, I told you give me a second

Carly: you might still be hurt hes a grown man & youre not no older than me

Bartley: No I won’t, I know how to fight, tah

Carly: idk that he dont too, catch yourself on, will u

Bartley: he’s to be outnumbered, calm yourself down

Carly: rich of you telling us to be calm when youre about to 💪🥊🤕

Carly: stop yourself please

Bartley: why should we?

Carly: i said please

Bartley: You should want it handled, why would you not

Carly: how you mean to handle it’ll knock me 🤢🤮 worrying over you

Bartley: None of us will get hurt and he shan’t come back, whatever lies your mammy is telling, it’s easy

Carly: its my fault if any of yous do & even if it werent i care whatever happens

Carly: more than I ever am about where that fella puts himself

Bartley: Why would you tell me and then say we can’t do anything about it

Carly: idk 😵‍💫 i didnt mean to

Bartley: For God’s sake, girl

Carly: I’m sorry

Bartley: Forget it just get out of there and go find Ali

Carly: shes busy or id not have left her

Bartley: go sit in [the communal middle bit where they have the bonfires and whatnot, you know where I mean] then

Carly: [do and send a pic from there, not of you because you don’t wanna show yourself in the state you’re clearly in, but so he knows you’re there]

Bartley: Alright, good

Carly: i’m doing what im told you have to yourself & not have a scrap w my ma’s latest

Bartley: I shouldn’t listen to you, by all rights

Carly: but youre decent, a good boy

Bartley: Calling me that isn’t helping your case, like

Carly: what’ll I call you then like?

Bartley: Call you a pisstaker

Carly: idm id have heard worse if i stayed in

Bartley: you’ve not convinced me not doing anything is the right thing to do

Carly: do something else & you’ll quit thinking about it

Bartley: I shan’t

Carly: im grand now

Bartley: You could’ve put some clothes on, you’ll freeze

Carly: where are you even 👀 from? fuck

Bartley: out my window, which is the opposite of what you said, don’t act like I’ve got a hockey mask and a baseball bat

Carly: don’t look @ me for the now how about 😳

Bartley: You need a blanket, something

Carly: im no going in for it id sooner 🥶

Bartley: [throw one out of your window, can’t just come out, obviously]

Carly: [go grab it and wrap it around yourself while stood right next to his window, could just wait til you’re back seated so he can’t see you as well but obviously we’re not gonna do that]

Bartley: [doing the smallest wave as if you are locked in here, stepping back and out of sight after a pause like that’s enough]

Carly: [doing an oh you kind of lol before she heads back to where she was before, looking over her shoulder as she’s walking though cos you know he’s still lurking even if you can’t see him]

Carly: 💚👽🌱🦗🍐🍃🍏🍀🧃🥝💚

Carly: still idk what to do w how sweet u can be

Bartley: I’m not sweet and I know what it’s shorthand for

Carly: i dont tell us

Bartley: Yeah you do and it’s why you go for lads like Mosey who aren’t sweet

Carly: i got wrong reckoning he was or could be

Bartley: That’s the mammy in you, reckoning he could do no wrong when he’s so sweet when he wants something

Carly: nah its the little girl in us he said hed protect me & I so bad wanted him to

Bartley: He were never after that, don’t think it’s important to

Carly: im stupid

Bartley: if you’d have known, wouldn’t have half the success rate he does, you’re not the only one who falls for it

Carly: 1 of these days youll answer that I’m not 🎱🔮

Bartley: one of these days, you’ll act it, yeah

Carly: took the blanket for a start

Bartley: It’s a start

Carly: & your 👋💚

Bartley: You were doing your best Samara impression, be why

Bartley: 😶 not move on else

Carly: k you hate being called sweet enough to b after me taking it back 🍋💔

Bartley: A bit like your costume

Carly: was gonna do her from the exorcist but it felt like tempting fate for 🤢🤮

Bartley: Be gas to see your head do a 360 though

Carly: oh would it now

Carly: im fair flexible but idk if id go that far

Bartley: Not an 🦉

Carly: ill do you that carry on when shes off down the stairs

Bartley: 🤣 will ya now

Carly: yea

Bartley: Wait ‘til the next party, would look pure nuts doing it out there on your own

Carly: wait til im somewhere w for proper stairs

Bartley: can’t call anything ‘round here more than steps, true enough

Carly: maybe for your birthday 🎁

Bartley: Where are we after going with stairs then 😏

Carly: id say ali’s but your girl would probably be there & outshine me w her 🎭🩰🎨🎬✨

Bartley: You don’t need to call her that just ‘cos we can’t remember her name

Carly: shes that cos shes after you so bad

Carly: her name’s [whatever it is]

Bartley: Only for the night

Carly: all the nights yous are in the same place

Bartley: And how often do I find myself at 🎭🩰🎨🎬✨ shit, girl?

Carly: you liked it at ali’s did you not? & you wasnt behaving so as youd never be invited again

Bartley: She’s decent craic, sure

Carly: ali or [this gal]

Bartley: Ali

Bartley: I don’t know about her family, mind

Carly: i told you her sisters not well like

Bartley: I know, I know

Carly: she hates me but the rest are decent themselves

Bartley: She wants Ali back, to be sure

Carly: course id have her to myself too if there was any say to be had in it

Bartley: Alright, gay

Carly: the girl’s magic ❤️🍄🧡🐅💛🌞💚🍀💙🧿💜🔮

Bartley: As bad as Ronan, you are

Carly: why arent u?

Bartley: What do you mean?

Carly: y dont you fancy her?

Bartley: ‘Cos Ro does

Carly: did you before you knew about ro?

Bartley: He has for ages, not exactly subtle

Bartley: She’s pretty, sure, but you don’t do that to mates, nor family

Carly: k true enough

Bartley: I’d say you were about equal, anyway, you know

Carly: what? ah no

Bartley: why not

Carly: why would that be so?

Bartley: I dunno, you’re different but the same

Carly: I wish we were the same

Bartley: Are you jealous of her?

Carly: I’m too happy for her

Carly: but its shite i cant b as happy for myself as well

Bartley: Dunno why you girls can never be happy with yourselves

Carly: it isnt only for how pretty she is though

Carly: its how smart & nice & brave & loads else ❤️🍄🧡🐅💛🌞💚🍀💙🧿💜🔮

Carly: & for her family, all she has

Bartley: Don’t all that make you like her less

Bartley: a 🤏

Carly: no, shes never looking down @ us how id probably if I had all she does

Bartley: suppose not

Bartley: Is the smug cunts who are the worst, aye

Carly: you 👀 the girl over her fence?

Bartley: Yeah, nearly shit myself, she were proper giving it The Ring vibes, her

Bartley: nosy neighbours is one big reason not to have a house

Carly: youre making us wanna watch it now boy chuck your 📺 out

Bartley: bit more rock and roll when they weren’t flatscreen

Bartley: We could watch it, if you lot want to hang out like proper friends, me, you, Ro & Ali

Carly: 📺❤️📼💛🍿💚

Bartley: Something like that

Carly: ill find my hairbrush out before to not scare yous

Bartley: and no pea soup if we watch The Exorcist too

Carly: pissing myself on your carpet would be - craic too but its k ill not be out here in your blanket til then hed not the stamina to have

Bartley: If he’s not gone by [a time we’re deeming too late for her to be outside by] I swear

Carly: oh hes laying down the law

Carly: are you to be my brother or my daddy now?

Bartley: Behave yourself, it isn’t funny, all this

Carly: am like a 🐶 left out sure enough

Bartley: She’s such a

Bartley: you shouldn’t have to do this

Carly: [excuse me being EVIL by saying this man comes outside to smoke and is literally and blatantly chatting Carly up like she isn’t 12 years old, here not replying because we’re here going dead again while this man is the most grim]

Bartley: [not you having to rush out so dramatically this man is gonna be shook until he sees you’re just a teenage boy, coming over and putting your arm around her shoulder like come on, get up, trying not to look at or acknowledge this creep right now because you’re blatantly fuming]

Carly: [this poor girl has left the building because you just know that gross man was too in her grill and touching her and I’m soz we cannot, purely moving because this boy is moving her rn, the audacity of her mother and the boyfriends she picks]

Bartley: [direct her into your caravan via holding her shoulders, this man better hush because if this boy has to fight you, his fam will come out and fuck you up, gotta know where you are, honey; sit this girl down on your sofa like all that’s happened is a change of seat and your jaw isn’t clenched so tight you feel like it’s stuck that way]

Carly: [get back inside to the age appropriate lady or leave sir those are your choices, you can’t be that stupid, god only knows how long poor Carly will stay put before she’s finally back in the room and then is hugging her knees to her chest, still wrapped in this blanket, and risking a look at this boy like he’s gonna be mad at her instead of the fucked up circumstances in which she finds herself through no fault of her own]

Bartley: [not really helping you think otherwise with our face like thunder over this but can’t help being that bitch I’m afraid, the way we kept glaring out the window ‘til that dude went away and are now just pacing lowkey, putting the telly on, as you pass and clearly catch her eye, like that is the most comforting thing you can manage in these circumstances]

Carly: [looking away from this boy SO immediately when he catches your eye because genuinely feel like a kicked dog in this moment as if everything is your fault and you’ve done the wrong thing over and over again from the second you got back from having fun with Alison ‘he’s gone, I’ll myself’ taking this blanket off and trying to neatly fold it but you’re all shaky and upset so you can’t and it feels like an impossible task ‘sorry’ as if it’s for the folding fail and not everything]

Bartley: [the ‘wait’ coming out a bit too fast and loud, so you’re going redder than your mad face already is because don’t want her to think you’re scared of this man, kicking this blanket aside because I highly doubt you’re neat, you’re teenage boys with your own space lmao and you could not care less about said blanket right now ‘just chill’ as if that’s an easily achievable thing]

Carly: [when it makes you jump because it’s sudden and loud and you didn’t expect him to say it or anything in fact and that makes you feel even more embarrassed and sad than you already do, like there are literal tears coming to this girl’s eyes about it that she’s trying not to shed in front of this angry boy ‘I can’t’ so quietly because you dare not express how !! and true that is when you already think he thinks you’re mentally ill ‘I’d-’ stopping yourself cos you were about to say something about needing to get drunk/high again there and you know he hates it and doesn’t understand ‘I can’t’]

Bartley: [‘please don’t’ when you’re saying please but you’re also wincing because you in no way know how to handle this or what you’re meant to do now she’s here and so are you ‘you’re to tell her never again’ as if this is a thing that will work because got to say something and it should be a warning she listens to ‘or I will’]

Carly: [‘I’ve tried for years and years’ in that resigned way of you have and it hasn’t changed anything ‘at the first, I think I was 10, Christ knows how old I looked to him’ with a shrug because you do know, you aren’t a girl who looks older and that’s the tea]

Bartley: [just cursing this man out in your own language, as well as all the others before, under your breath but so angrily ‘you’d be better off without her’ as the thing you say in English and more directly to her]

Carly: [when you probably understand most if not all of what he’s saying anyway because you’ve always lived here and thus have picked it up like a 2nd language basically ‘she’s my ma, still’ said like whether she acts it or not because she absolutely never does but you have love for her and want her to nevertheless]

Bartley: [the noise of scorn that honestly deserves at this point, ma’am, shaking our head because ‘my point remains’ throwing yourself down into the armchair/other sofa because a lot of pent up emotions and nowhere to put them right now so having to do everything in a dramatic fashion]

Carly: [‘without her I don’t know where I’d be’ because truly where would they put you gal ‘except not here, sure look, maybe that’d be better but I’m not after going off’ just like this is my home soz everyone]

Bartley: [still shaking your head, shrug your shoulders, only stopping shaking your head when you put in your hands and breathe out in frustration]

Carly: [‘yeah’ like yeah I know, cos we’re frustrated by our lot in life too sir but we don’t feel like there is anything we can do to change it other than the unhealthy coping mechanisms we have]

Bartley: [‘your room have a lock on it?’ in such a matter of fact, resigned kind of tone because you don’t know what else you can do right now]

Carly: [shake your head because you’re not the sort of girl to be doing DIY like that to keep yourself safe, Ali is but you’ve clearly not expressed how badly you need one and it’s not every dude your mother brings home who’s acting like this ‘but I’ve the bathroom’ like that’s fine]

Bartley: [looking at her like no it is not before looking to the TV you put on as if you’re watching it remotely ‘we’ll put one on’]

Carly: [looking at him only when he’s looking at the TV despite the fact we all know he can feel it ‘okay’ quietly cos we’re accepting this not fighting him on it or saying anything bants etc]

Bartley: [not looking back, just nodding because can’t commit to any more, switching the channel, to something you can at least say you want to watch, opposed to whatever just came on when you put this telly on]

Carly: [getting up to go like you can just quietly slip out like a little ghost as though you were never here but obvs stopping before you get to the door and turning back like - because you wanna thank him for what he did but you don’t know how to because it feels SO big, literally nobody cares about this girl but Alison and that cannot be overstated ‘you are decent, a good boy’ said sincerely like no bants or lies detected]

Bartley: [looking over at her like you did not just say that but you can’t help but do a little smirk, almost as if it’s against your will with how tiny it is but still, rubbing the back of your neck ‘away with you now’]

Carly: [doing a lil smile back because she can’t help that either ‘you’re not to watch me’ like he’s gonna be at the window lurking until she’s inside when it’s not far to go at all, but ofc said like he absolutely can and she doesn’t mind because she doesn’t and in fact wants him to, wrapping her arms around herself in preparation for how cold it’ll be outside and how much she doesn’t really wanna head back there cos her mum will either be in a mood this man has left and wanting to overshare about it or her bestie as per and wanting to keep the party going and neither is the wanted vibe]

Bartley: [flipping her off for calling you a stalker but you’re grinning back more openly so she knows you’re all good here, even if you know what her mother is like and do not envy her going back, you can’t offer her an alternative ‘take the blanket’ as a throwaway comment as she hugs herself because it do be chilly]

Carly: [doing the kind of pure and happy lol she did at bonfire night which is usually reserved for Ali only and/or being high as she slips out of the door, waving off his blanket offer like no no I couldn’t possibly ‘it’s yours’ as if he needs it more here for his TV watching]

Bartley: I’ll get you a lock after work tomorrow

Carly: 🔒💚

Carly: ill sleep for the knowing of it

Bartley: I’m glad, go get some, said you were tired

Carly: you’ve work ill let you get your head down bb

Bartley: 👌

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