#and thats what makes his eventual actions and decisions so fun to me

[randaccidents]

Downside of rping such a messy, complicated, utterly insane maniac of an asshole of a character like Host: I cannot touch thoughts related to what Host might think about doing or planning when I want to wonder about the future of the rp with a ten foot pole unless I am already in character. Because his thoughts are so violently disgusting and disturbing that its begun to make me Physically Ill recently

#rambles #rp chatter #Im ok guys dont worry I noticed that it was hurting me after the first time #but I am sad that I cant plan his shit unless Im In A Session #like the point of the character is how insane and illogical he is #but at the same time good lord almighty #good harmonia above some of those plans and thoughts are truly truly sickening to consider #and thats what makes his eventual actions and decisions so fun to me #because its both easy and not easy to understand where he is coming from #you might know why hes doing something but the way he does it is just inane and doesnt help him in his goal

[loaffofbred]

Q!Foolish and Q!Cellbit's convo was interesting...

NOTE: All ppl mentioned are the characters not ccs! And all of this is simply interpretation :)

The whole Foolish and Cellbit convo was super interesting, because you can tell Foolish has a different reason for asking his questions. Foolish is super cryptic when he wants to be, and usually likes testing the waters when it comes to doing future actions which is what makes this conversation so interesting! What makes it better is that Cellbit definitely knows theres something behind Foolish's words and questions, but wants to also know more about Foolish in general to kinda predict what he may do in the future in connection with the feds.

FOOLISH: "When I helped you with the castle.. (...) Was I a bad guy for that?"

This question is so interesting, at least for me. Because this means Foolish is curious what Cellbit's morality is, what he views as right and wrong. This also may shed light to Foolish's own moral compass, and also implies him trying to comprehend what others think about certain actions that may consider as controversial. He's trying to find out what others may think if he did something similar, helping a dubious figure that is considered a 'bad person'. This also maybe him trying to confirm Cellbit's full opinion on the federation, especially in terms of someone working with them, whether to infiltrate or side with them. He further tries understanding Cellbit's POV even more! Asking him that despite him fully knowing that Cellbit was a part of the feds, would that consider him bad? Cellbit answered with no, telling Foolish what he thought of him, telling him he thinks Foolish didn't necessarily knew the full consequences of his actions when arresting Pac and Mike, and was simply doing it for fun.

Technically not wrong, but not fully right. He was definitely doing it for the shits and giggles, but also for Mr. Mustard, even more is that he's always curious how people and the feds will respond to certain actions. He definitely knew some of the consequences but not all, especially the intense revenge of Tazercraft.

FOOLISH: "But, what if I do it again?" ('it' being arresting people or doing other tasks for the feds) CELLBIT: "Uhm... That would make me sad" FOOLISH: "Hmm, yeah, I figured as much"

Hmm, even I'm wondering why he's asking Cellbit this since its pretty obvious he wouldn't like it. Maybe to figure out how others including Cellbit will react to him doing something with the feds again, if that would jeopardize another friendship. It's interesting since he clearly knows how suspicious he sounds, but because of how unpredictable he can be, its hard to know if this implies he would work with the feds again or plan on doing severe action again.

FOOLISH: "Do you think its impossible to play all sides?" CELLBIT: "Eventually, It will" FOOLISH: "Yeah, yeah, and you know what? I think I agree with you there, sadly"

What an even more revealing question and answer! Foolish definitely tries to play all sides, since both sides have benefits whether socially or in a more security reason. Foolish agreeing to this is scary and even more dubious, because that means he acknowledges he might need to choose a side soon, knowing that he will eventually be forced to do so. By knowing how Cellbit and majority people may think, he can weigh in on the benefits and disadvantages with both sides. His choice remains a mystery at this point, because of his neutrality, its a hard decision to make.

CELLBIT: "Let's hope you make the right choice when the time comes, right?" FOOLISH: "Hahaha, listen, listen Cellbit. I might be stupid, but I'm not an idiot"

That line goes crazy btw- and reveals even more about him! This implies that he may do some dumb things sometimes, but that doesn't mean he's fully ignorant of people's intentions and actions. He isn't ignorant of the feds manipulative ways, if anything, he's capitalizing on it! He knows he's being manipulated and thats what makes it interesting to him. I think he said this to make sure that Cellbit doesn't underestimate or look at his decisions on the surface level, look deeper, think deeper. Yes, he might be silly at times, but that doesn't make him unaware of what surrounds him. He's signaling this Cellbit because he knows the guy's smart enough to read between the lines.

This convo was so interesting in both perspectives. They're dancing around a topic they know that they will eventually have to face each other off. This'll be interesting to see... I'm excited which side will Foolish inevitably choose!

#qsmp #qsmp foolish #qsmp cellbit #qsmp rambles

[crappyyuki]

TheFamousFilms! Again! Pre–ITH

First time finishing coloring something in a while lmaoooo

Took me hours. Pose is wack but I focused on the colors instead of the sketch. So. Meh.

More bullet points!

• Molten is basically taking a backseat in the plot but he is still important. Its time to give the others time to shine :)

• Lefty (I miss him) is probably the closest to a protagonist in this story. He's basically pushing the plot forward with his actions. But alas, he's a fucking coward so it's probably gonna focus on the animatronixs and Lefty's fear first before anything else happens.

• You're probably wondering why I said Lefty is the protagonist in this story but the one I posted has Bryan as the protag. Well you see, I planned a prequel and a sequel. With the prequel as Bryan being the MC and Lefty as the MC in sequel. The prequel is basically just me revisting season 1 and rewriting it and just putting Bryan and the animatronics through outlandish situation but less focused on the portal. Like making Bryan learn drifting. The portal is still there of course but it plays a very minor role. Although there are some things I wanted to try with it like making them join MCC XDDDDD. Its just me having fun. There's plot there but not like the sequel has with Lefty as the MC.

• Glitchtrap? He pulled a Springtrap and is in a computer. You know where this is going.

• Valerie? She doesn't die.

• Sun? Moon? Steve? They'll turn up eventually.

• Security Breach Mode? Aha. Ha. He's a security animatronic for a reason. Moon isn't yet he is anyway.

• I'm gonna try to incorporate their special abilities in the canon but that's still a work in progress.

• I wonder how Bryan got Glitchtrap out of Twisted Bonnie? Oh. And his name is Bon now. He's not a Glamrock :)

• Freddy is a bitch. OG Freddie is gone. Oh. He also has a side arc where he helps the daycare kids. Hopefully.

• Is Bryan's parents there? Unimportant. But they have a significant impact on how Bryan makes his decisions.

• Do managers get trained to manage a business? If they don't, they do now.

• Gregory? He's younger that's for sure. Pat and the aninatronics are like older siblings to him. Sam is like his uncle. Adopted uncle. And yes, Gregory adopted Sam. He's Gregory's uncle now whether he likes it or not.

• Oh. And EB? Yeah. He's a mercenary.

• What are Shadow animatronics exactly?

• Jon is desperately trying to make things right. So is Bryan. So why does Jon keep hearing from the others that Bryan's insane?

• Yellow.

And thats about it for now. Feel free to ask questions but don't expect exact answers.

I should probably draw the others too lmao

#thefamousfilms #bryan #fnaf #pizzeria simulator #fnaf security breach #ITH #AU

[youn9racha]

Hi do you think you could do a skz reaction for when their s/o says they're a virgin right before they have their first time together.

Ella’s Thoughts #17 (Hard/Soft)

Headcanon/Reaction: Stray Kids reacting to you being a virgin.

I have the consensus that they’re all the type to not judge you or give your shit, so think of this as more of a mini thought/headcanon/whatever.

Chan: The most understanding man ever. He would look down at you as he heard your confession after he began lifting your shirt slightly to carress your bare sides, you felt you needed to tell him as you wanted to progress further. Chan would go slow and wouldn’t even make you go fully naked if you’re not comfortable. I also think he’d feel so appreciative for you to let him take away something you’ve held in for so long, even though you had past relationships and such, and you let him to take it away. Your trust means the world to him, so to see you let him in you is probably the best thing. He also gives off as the type to put his pleasures and kinks (might still incorporate corruption kink into the mix but you didn’t hear that from me) to the side, up until you’re more used to doing. But for now, it’s your moment and you’re in charge.

Minho: he would be really chill about it. he’d hear you out and would give you a silent nod as you’re talking. He’ll be sort of silent, but yet really understanding, as he thinks about what he should do with you. he’s very cautious and he needs to analyze you on what you should do. he’s very grabby, so he would hold your body in anyway and would constantly ask you if you’re okay with it. he would also go slow, just like Chan, but i can’t guarantee that he‘d be as gentle and slow as him. while he would still check up on you, he couldn’t really control his motions that much and he would later tend to your sore body. he may seem like a stand-off-ish guy when it comes to affections, but he’s really caring and affectionate in his own way and is often protective of you, so he isn’t letting you go until you’re feeling well and satisfied.

Changbin: another chill individual who doesn’t make it a big deal. he is hyper aware on what to do and is willing to drop his lust for another day if you’re not willing to do the deed at the moment, although he would definitely be slightly ticked off but he wouldn’t pressure you or anything so he opts to masturbate when you go to sleep. and once the time has come, he’d let you take the steering wheel for the boat ride ahead. you had to tell him the pace and strength he should be exerting into you, as he may start off painfully slow, since the last thing he wanted to do is hurt you. nevertheless, he’s there to make your first sex with you fun and enticing, but he always showcases his love and care for you just by the way his muscular arms is holding onto whilst his eyes look down at your sweaty yet gorgeous face.

Hyunjin: he may seem calm and collected, but there is this slight trepidation going on in his head. he obviously has to hide it as he doesn’t want to freak you out. at first, it may seem that he would focus more on foreplay than the sex itself just to give you time for your decision, and making sure its not something you would regret . he’d be very loving towards you, holding your hand when needed, caressing your sides to hold you in a protective way. all in all, he’s very protective, and he can be a soft lover in this moment. he would also be the type to giggle and tell you things like “we did it,” and kiss you <//333

Jisung: he always strikes me as the nervous kind, but he’s like that for a reason, especially for a moment like this. you might feel bad because his reaction wasn’t the most pleasant at first glance, but he explained his case and you started to understand where he’s coming from. while he is goofy in nature, he’s very cautious and scared he’d do anything that could eventually fuck you up, and thats the last thing he wants to put upon himself. he’d harm himself than harm you, so he had every right to feel nervous. after many reassurance from you, he’d almost immediately calm down and get into the action. i feel like he’s also pretty fast pace, but he’s also very aware of his surroundings so even if he’s too deep into it, he’d still check up on you.

Felix: my soft lover. just like how many would suggest, he’s very soft when it comes to this, but that doesn’t mean he’s very aware of all things. he gives off as the type who’s as inexperienced however he’s very laid back about it, since he sees it as a more learning experience. he’ll comfort you, and let you know that everything will be fine and that you both will learn from each other, whats good and whats not. he’ll hear you out, just like how you hear him out. he’d knead your soft skin to calm you down if he sensed any discomfort coming from you, he’ll just be so soft towards you :(

Seungmin: he kinda gives off as the type to let go of everything until you’re sure of this, like Changbin, but i think with seungmin he could probably be even more nonchalant about it than Changbin. he would also be pretty straightforward and highly advises you to be upfront with him if you’re sure or uncomfortable. he may come off as cold, but he’s just analyzing your reaction to any action he gives you, and he’s just trying to make you feel good. i also sense he would take it slow just like Chan, like maybe he would start off by fingering you and moving on with your pace.

Jeongin: now, everyone says that he’s inexperienced as well, and you could be right on that one. now am i saying this because he’s the baby of the group? maybe, but thats not really the case here. it’s moreso the fact the he never got to have any interaction with anyone because he felt that sex should be something that is done when you two are in love. i don’t think he’s necessarily waiting for marriage, but if he could, he would. so if you tell him you’re a virgin, it can go in any way. he would follow your path, and would do it if you did (only if he’s comfortable ofc), but he can hold off if you want to and it wouldn’t cause that big of an affect.

#ella’s thoughts #ella’s hard thoughts #stray kids smut #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stary kids dark hours #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #skz dark hours #skz headcanons #skz reactions #stray kids reactions #skz smut

[ailowvyu]

hi i was wondering if you could give me a haikyuu matchup ! (preferably a male character) i’m 19 and i go by she/her pronouns, i have gold-brown hair and i’m about 5’5. i’m a taurus sun, libra moon and aqua rising, and im a enfp/7w6. i’d say my top kins are rapunzel, kaori (from ylia) oikawa and sugawara.

a lot of people would describe me as bright and friendly, but also academically and emotionally intelligent. i value honesty and communication but often overthink and strongly worry about how others view me. i’ve always been told i’ve been mature for my age, growing up i was an only child with a single mom so i had to adjust being around adults all the time. i often think about philosophy (specifically ethics) and i’m the first one to give advice. i’d say i give much thought about my actions and im the opposite of impulsive. sometimes this causes me to play it safe and i think i need to work on taking risks every once and a while. i think my biggest fear is not living up to people’s expectations for me. i was always known as the advanced kid in my grade, often getting awards for my achievements, but eventually after getting to high school i was just the same as everyone else. my report card always was excellent but if i was recognized publicly, i felt like a failure. my family and friends all expected me to be outstanding as before but i couldn’t do that and it made me feel lost. on the other hand i think competition motivates me, i’m thankful to have had a few friends i would always compete with on test scores because that’s what drove me to be better. i’m definitely the extrovert in my group of friends, as well as the mom figure (always ordering for them and the only one who will make plans) if i’m not the one who is making plans for large get together or anything of that kind, i often get anxious and i feel out of control (i think that’s also one of my weaknesses; my need to be in control) usually though, since im pretty responsible, my friends don’t mind and it goes smoothly.

overall i look for stability and brightness in a friendship/relationship. i don’t usually get along with people who are impulsive and those who will blindly call people out (i’m the one to look at multiple perspectives, even if that means disagreeing with those close to me) i think financial and communicational (?) stability is extremely important and i will constantly need reassurance, due to my frequent overthinking. i also think that i need someone who is open minded and willing to go on small little adventures all the time (even if that just means going on a walk or going on food runs) i think excitement is necessary to keep a relationship alive and need someone who understands my humor/sarcasm. my love languages are quality time and physical touch and i think fun date ideas to me would include something like going to an amusement park or a picnic, even just staying inside and baking would be a dream. i’m also an ex-theatre kid and i like painting and baking :) anywyas thank you !!

Match Up ->

first of all, thank you for requesting. i'm trying my best, but sorry if this match up is not up with your expectation. enjoy :D

Akaashi Keiji :

I thought about Akaashi when you said that your love languange is quality time and physical touch. Akaashi will always be there if you need quality time, deep talks. you will definitely calm when Akaashi is beside you. when you deep talking with him, he will pull you into his chest and hug so that you can feel save and warm.

i think he will understand your feeling, he also think before doing something (because i think he is open minded). since you said that your biggest fear was not living up to people’s expectations, i think that Akaashi will understand your feeling about that. so he will support you, cheer you up, always there for you, and maybe you will study/practice together. he will trust all your decisions and your plan, because he understand that you believed in yourself.

and i think you guys will spend time with baking, picnics, relaxing at the amusement park. I think it's really exciting and fun, so i'm sure that your relationship will live happily and brightly . he will make sure the finances and communication between you are stable so you don't overthink too much. and i think Akaashi is compatible with a person who has a motherly nature like you.

i think extrovert like you will suit introverts like Akaashi, you will complement each other. and when you feel you are a failure, he will come for a deep talk so you don't lose hope in yourself.

i think thats all for your match up, thank you and keep fighting :D

#akaashi headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! #hq incorrect quotes #hq headcanons #match up requests #haikyuu quote #haikyuu meme #anime headcanons

[luque-moreau]

y'know i think its about time ive refurbished my psychonauts headcanons/theories

what??? me??? rewriting my psychonauts headcanons in a more comprehensible and informed way???

ye

alright, i think everyone knows what im talking about, by headcanons i mean headcanon as in singular, and as singular, i mean my "raz is somewhere on the spectrum of adhd".

so lets just get into it:

what is adhd actually?

adhd by definition stands for attention deficit hyperactive/hyperfocus disorder (yes, let me get into the details in just a sec). it is a nerodevelopmental disorder that is almost completely reliant on genetic factors, however conditions during pregnancy can sometimes contribute to certain aspects of how adhd manifests itself.

long story short, people with adhd have a smaller frontal lobe, and therefore less dopamine in general (even though yes, it is more complicated than that).

theres also a little bit of "chicken or the egg first" goin on here, certain behaviors or personality tendencies can also affect how adhd is presented in one individual to the next, however its still not clear if that is because it is an accommodating for a certain thought process or if someones experiences and personality shape their symptoms of adhd entirely. its a very blurry line, and the answer is different for everybody.

hyperactive type

hyperactive type is probably the closest to most stereotypical depictions of adhd, think the 5 year old whos parents brush off their child’s hyperactivity as something that will “go with age”. however, this isn’t only present in children, adults with adhd have to deal with a constant need for stimuli to make up for the lack of dopamine their current activity is providing them. this results in someone fidgeting frequently in repetitive or predictable motions, unable to hold attention to a specific task for long periods of time, or many other of the symptoms associated with adhd.(i sadly cannot provide more information in this area, i am not knowledgeable enough to...)

hyperfocus type

hyperfocus type is a tricky one, it can look like the complete opposite of adhd in theory. hyperfocus can look similar to special interests or hyperfixation, a great deal of time and knowledge dedicated to a very particular thing (although it is important to note that even though hyperfixations and special interests are incredibly similar, special interests is a term more typically used within autistic-circles, and isnt really the best word to use if you happen to be neurotypical). Think of maybe that kid who knows all the cool animal facts and won’t shut up about them. Its because certain trains of thought or activities might release more dopamine then others, so to get more of that dopamine, someone of hyperfocus type will be mentally unable to stop thinking or doing a very specific task or topic. this results in someone seemingly always spacing out, unable to change subjects or changing subjects too fast or with little to no correlation, or being completely unable to have enough motivation to do simple things.

personally i tend to fall under the category of hyperfocus myself rather than hyperactive, however the two are not mutually exclusive, its more common to find people with both types rather than just one. even myself, i might exhibit more tendencies to place me under the label of hyperfocus, but that doesn’t mean i don’t have any symptoms of the hyperactive type. its my personality that affects my mannerisms, which then makes certain aspects of my symptoms more or less apparent. Thats because im an INTP-T, i just tend to be more to myself and constantly in a state of thinking abstractly. I have trouble communicating and even sometimes recognizing my needs, and get to a point where im unable to do the simplest of things without feeling emotionally drained. Thats just my experience though, everybodys different. 

so what the fuck does this have to do with raz then?

well lets think about it, rather than have it just be me projecting myself onto a comfort character:

raz finds issue with connecting to kids his age

lets be honest. none of the campers really like raz that much. or at least some do the bare minimum to be try and be polite. it doesn’t seem like any of the other campers besides dogen, whos also socially outcasted, are really fond of raz. lili might like him, but that can definitely be interpreted as curiosity in someone new and different from the norm. It might not be that the kids despise him, but nobodys opinionated enough to care whether he is around or not.

social isolation is one of the most damning things i had to experience from an early age and still feel even today. there is a sense of feeling that you are different among your peers, whether that is a good thing or bad thing. it feels difficult to interact with other people you are not familiar with, and can really stunt you emotionally and socially. from a really early age, theres somethin in you that knows something is very different between the experiences of your peers compared to your own, and it can feel incredibly isolating.

raz and his borderline stupidity

time to get real again. raz is a fucking idiot. at least in the sense that sometimes his decisions seem incredibly spontaneous and not really thought through. he runs from home to attend a summer camp, not really thinking about the logistics of how he will get there, how the staff will react, how long its gonna take for his parent to find him, and so on. it doesn’t seem like he over or underestimates his abilities, he just goes for it without considering. that doesnt seem like the smartest thing to do, even though we know hes incredibly intelligent when it comes to larger, abstract situations. its the little details that he misses, small minuet things that seem unimportant that he overlooks, which can sometimes make things harder for him in the end.

i think its obvious that impulsivity is one symptom of adhd. however i cannot stress how difficult it is to think at supersonic speed and still feel incredibly stupid. i mean, thinking faster doesn’t inherently mean you will have better ideas, you can always be stupider faster, but being able to realize stupid mistakes or inconsistencies in your own thought process is annoying as hell. it feels like every time you try to recognize the issue, fix it, and move forward, you only end up not paying attention to another issue that gets bigger and more annoying than the first. Its always two steps forward, one step back, constantly making the same mistakes even though you try everything in your power to avoid them or grow as a person. The simplest of facts, ideas, or just things to remember end up being forgotten, and once youre reminded of them you remember them and feel like an idiot. however, arbitrary things and complex issues are much easier to digest and remember for me, things like history and the whole blame game charade of it all, biology and how every minuet thing has a greater impact on others and intertwines with every single factor of its environment, philosophy and theorizing why we think the way we do and what can be changed. but oh shit, im a dumbass i forgot to do my laundry. shit. god fuckin dammit.

empathy over sympathy

one of the basic themes of psychonauts is empathy. simple as that. raz goes around into other peoples brains, and tries to help them as much as he can, even if his efforts are not always successful in the way he intended. he never demonizes anyone to the point of unredeemability, and can empathize and understand other peoples perspectives. hes open to new ideas and

although some studies out there theorize that empathy is impaired due to adhd, from my perspective i feel like that is simply not true. if anything, i would say the sensitivity that comes with adhd (hypersensitivity) only enhances that empathy. i could definitely see social disconnection being one of the reasons it might appear that someone with adhd is less empathetic, however i would doubt that adhd would impair a persons empathy. adhd tends to also entail heightened emotions, this doesn’t necessarily mean a more outwardly emotional person, however it definitely shifts a persons perspective of their own emotions as well as others. the concept of hypersensitivity also completely contradicts the idea of people with adhd be less empathetic.

miscommunication and disconnect

sigh, the dad thing. yup. raz has that very iffy relationship with his dad at the beginning of the game which is eventually resolved. very abruptly, might i add. but thats not what this is about, thats a topic for another day. miscommunication seemed to be the root of the issue, however we only get razs side of the story. not to mention the severity of his claims and willingness to seemingly drop everything afterwards. kinda sus, ngl.

alright this ones a doosey. this, i feel, cements my theory pretty well. like i mentioned before, social disconnect and hypersensitivity are side effects of the symptoms of adhd.  this means people with adhd are highly more likely to either misinterpret someones words or actions if those in question are not completely transparent, its because they tend to overthink and interpenetrate responses with too much thinkin n such. the social disconnect makes a whole lot of it worse, it can just pile on top of already established feelings of inadequacy and isolation. and oversharing as a poor coping mechanism isnt an exclusively adhd related thing, it tends to be shared within similar neruodevelopmental disorders such as autism or even ptsd. i find it incredibly easy to disconnect myself from my own emotions at times and think critically at what i feel and how it affects me. which is a bad thing. if i dont acknowledge my emotions like they are my own for too long, everything falls apart. its not fun. but, that disconnect can make talking about certain more traumatic experiences or instances that had deep personal effects on my life and development as a person much easier to just share. and not always in an appropriate manner, comedic opportunity can be   v  e  r  y   enticing. this also explains why raz might have been able to drop everything about his dad after he apologized. he didn’t really, he probably still suffers just as much afterwards as he did before. but he probably wont realize that for awhile, since logically, the issue has been resolved. long story short, he has not had the time to cope, and to put that off he detaches himself from those feelings. w a c k

of course i have other reasons why i feel like raz could potentially have adhd, or at least be accurately represented in headcanon with adhd, some minor mentions being:

he uses his camp map as a journal to track his in-game progress, list of goals, and notes/snip-its of information. writing down information on some form of notepad or book is a common tool used by kids and even adults with adhd to help them keep track of minuet, individual tasks. its just using a planner, but with a bit more information. 

just from my personal perspective, the lengths raz goes to pursue his dream of being a psychonaut feel more like a special interest/hyper fixation sort of thing. he can jump between having genuine conversations with his fellow campers and just exploring the campground, to investing himself entirely in obtaining his goal, even when it seems almost impossible. thats some serious dedication to one very specific thing, y’know?

this one isnt as solid as the other but: m̶̖̰̯̫̍͝o̵̦͖̟͈̹̤̥̝͐̿̄̀̀̎̓ņ̶̛̭̠̐̊̆̍͝ķ̸̝͈̺̙̰̊e̶͉͚̼̅̔͗̂͐̍̕͝͝y̶̦̖̼͖̪͎̝̖̠̐̑͋̾̔̑́͐͘ ̵̢̲̘͎͉̔̀͒̄͌͊̀͌̀m̴̲̫̮̪̖̍̐͆̕͜͝ͅả̶͙͚͗n̶̗̳̩̙̘̼̦̦͇͝ ̷̡̨̡͔̗͕̘͍̥̑͒̎̐̃g̴͔̔̈̅̐̏́̌̔̈́́o̶̥̱̽̆̂͌̀͗ ̶̝̩͙͕͛́s̴̛͓̥̲̜͓͚̣̠̆̓̌͌p̶̜̹̯̦̫̯̣̎͐̽̉̾ḙ̴͇̬͑̈́̐̈́͘͠ͅȅ̶̡̗̞̩͔̫̪͈͑̓͗d̵̠͇͎̜͔͇͒̈́́̀̅̈́̒͘y̸̡̦̠̻̖̥̿ͅ. yeah, its the most generalizing reason but look, hes moving nonstop the entire game, climbing and running around the entire goddamn place wrecking havoc. a bit of imp can be found in most people with adhd if you look hard enough.

so thanks for reading this far i guess? im oversharing even right now with this, like an i d i o t but yknow what i dont want to read the great gatsby rn, so ive got nothin better to do. who knows, maybe the second game will give us more info to either support/discredit this theory? gotta wait for pn2 i guess

:^)

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #theory #headcanon #razputin aquato #this is real biased #isnt it

[lunawritesaa]

that hugging sebastian anon keeps making me want to flex my babs and it makes me angry >:((. this is a submission because i want to blab :“)

my other chick’s name is Adonis Blue, and she was an extremely sheltered child before she set her house on fire to escape her mom 😔. she was born out of my love and adoration for Miles, and was childhood friends with him, Phoenix and Larry until he (Miles) moved away. she talked to Larry and Phoenix often from inside of her yard (her mother was overly controlling and wouldn’t let her leave), and then started sending letters to them. she still writes letters to Phoenix, but stopped sending ‘em to Edgey when she realized he probably would never reply 😔.

like i mentioned above, Adonis set her house on fire and faked her death so she could get away from her mom, all at the age of 23 :). Dola was accused by Adonis’s mom for starting the fire and murdering adonis, so Dola went to Phoenix to ask him to be her attorney (Adonis had mentioned to her that Phoenix wanted to be a defense attorney so that’s how Dola knew) because uh, YEAH there was a trial. Adonis was always pretty nice to Edgeworth so i’d imagine he’d be 1) pretty upset that one of the few kind people in his life "died” and 2) angry because Dola “killed” Adonis. big yikes. i don’t have the whole trial planned out but it would be a big one, and eventually they would discover that Adonis actually planned out everything (Dola was merely an accomplice) Adonis actually revealed herself to Phoenix on the second day’s investigation and testified on the third day’s trial. Adonis was charged with arson and, according to Google, that means prison time :(((. Phoenix or Edgeworth (idk who) managed to sway the final decision and she just did community service for a looong time, which is cool.

but, as a more personal consequence to her actions, Adonis became fascinated with fire and likes setting stuff on fire. oh, and she’s also a kindergarten teacher :))).

Adonis wasn’t allowed to watch tv, play videogames or do any of that in her household because her mother didn’t want anything to inspire her to escape. this means she barely knows anything about pop culture 😔😔😔. this!! this is why i think she’d be great friends with Maya, actually. Maya can flex all her pop culture knowledge on Adonis and teach her about all these cool shows and food joints, it’s really sweet :D. Adonis is Maya’s girl best friend ;D.

i kinda wanted to be clever with Adonis’s name like i was with Dola’s, so Adonis Blue is actually the name of a butterfly uwu. Adonis likes butterflies!

sorry if i talked too much, i just always have a lot to say when it comes to my ocs :“)

here’s an art i did last year of adonis!:

WOW OKAY THATS AMAZINGLY THOUGHT OUT AND WELL WRITTEN OH MY LORD. THERES SO MUCH I CAN SAY OH MANNN

I LOVE THEM!! the whole plot.. its so insane and adonis’ backstory is just *chef’s kiss* fantastic!! it’s so amazingly crazy and well thought out that i could 100% see this being an actual ace attorney case. i could just see the trial being so god damn in sane omg this character radiates last case vibes I SWEAR. this is just so amazing

like !! i just love the whole faking her death shit.. it’s so interesting and compelling. the angst, the character between her and edgeworth and phoenix. its all so GOOD. I LOVE YOUR OC MAN PLEASE BABBLE ABOUT HER MORE, IM INVESTED NOW. 

i also could see her being good friends with maya! maya loves sharing her interests so i can totally see her babbling to adonis about steel samurai and other pop culture things, even if she has no idea what she’s talking about haha. but that only makes them closer!! they’d be such good friends 

she’s so interesting!! every detail that you provided about her just made me like her more. once again- thank you for sharing this!! and don’t be afraid to babble on more about any of your ocs

man, you guys are making today so interesting and fun by sharing your ocs!! please keep sending stuff in ^^

#mod lunar talks #honeybeesiness #submission

[wayward-river]

Perfect to me

Sweet Pea x Plus!Size Reader 

Warnings: Self hate

AN: Don’t know how much I will write this week again, I appreciate y’all understanding but have a Sweet Pea one shot. All mistakes are my own. 

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You sat on Jugheads couch listening him go on and on about how perfect she was and how amazing he feels that he was her and what they were currently investigating.

“I’m happy for you Juggy.” you softly smiled at him.

Jughead stopped ranting and looked over at you. “You look so sad though Y/N/N”

“I just wish I could have something like that” you said softly looking down.

Jughead had always known about your confidence issues about yourself but lately you had seemed better. “You know, you could let me set you up with someone” Jughead wiggled his eyebrows as he smirked. “I have the perfect person”

Earlier that week

“Jones!” he heard Sweet Pea holler as he walked into the Wrym.

“What's your problem now Sweet Pea?” Jughead inquired annoyed, lately Sweet Pea had a problem with every decision made.

Sweet Pea faltered for a moment bringing his hand to cover the back of his neck. “Uh, none man, I uh- was just wondering who your friend was that you were always around you know the one that ain’t Cooper”

Jughead stood speachless. Sweet Pea was asking about you? Why? What was his angle? “Why does it matter” Jughead spat defensively always taking on the big brother role when it came to you after a few awful dates that were set up to stand you up or just make fun of you.

“I uh, I uhm well” Sweet Pea stuttered.

“Damn! He likes her thinks she is cute” Toni shouted from behind the bar.

Jughead nodded. “Thats Y/N, uh I can see if I can set something up?”

“What no - I can ask”

Jughead cut Sweet Pea off by putting his hands up. “I know, but she is a little defensive when it comes to guys asking her out.”

Current Time

“I don’t know Jug” you fiddled with your hands.

“He is nice I promise.”

You nodded sighing, knowing Jughead wouldn’t let it go.

A smile spread across his face as he pulled out his phone quickly texting someone.

“Okay Y/N/N its done you will meet him at Pops tomorrow night!”

You shot a weak smile to Jughead. “Yay..”

Jughead rolled his eyes at your non enthusiasm. “You’ll like him I promise.”

You got up off the couch grabbing your bag and heading out the door to your trailer.

-

You stood in front of your body mirror looking over your outfit of choice. After many outfit changes you had settled on a pair of ripped blue jeans and a light blue flannel. Simple you had thought. You grabbed your keys and headed to Pops waiting for your mystery date. When you got there you smiled at Pop behind the counter and grabbed a far corner booth away from the large table of bulldogs. You sat for about twenty minutes before you became worried of being stood up. Just as you were about to get up you heard the bell chime. You looked up seeing Sweet Pea out of breath looking wildly around the small diner until he saw you in the corner. He smiled as he made his way over as you internally freaked out.

Sweet Pea? Jughead set you up with bad boy serpent Sweet Pea? Oh fuck this is gonna end bad he won’t really like me. Jug is just being nice and wants me to meet someone since he has Betty now. Oh fuck.

“Hey, Y/N” Sweet Pea said interrupting your panicky thoughts.

You looked up pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Uh Hi” you said softly as Sweet Pea took the seat across from you.

“I’m sorry that I’m late, Jones decided to pull me aside after the Serpent meeting and lecture me about my date with you”

You laughed at the thought of Jughead lecturing the tall serpent in front of you. “He can be protective”

Sweet Pea smiled at the sound of your laugh “I get it, if I had a friend as beautiful as you and he was going on a date with them, well I wouldn’t have been as nice”

You blushed at Sweet Peas words as the waitress came over to take your orders.

You spent the next few hours going back and forth of stories of each other and especially of embarrassing stories of Jughead, Sweet Pea promising that he would try and not make fun of him. You had looked down at your phone shocked at the time.

“I uhm have to get home” you announced sadly.

“Can I give you a ride home?” Sweet Pea asked as he intertwined his fingers within yours as you walked out of Pops. You eyed his bike nervously.

“I’ll take it slow” he added before you answered. You hesitated but eventually nodded.

Sweet Pea grabbed his helmet placing it on your head and strapping it before he got on the bike. You stood frozen for a moment before you climbed on behind Sweet Pea.

“Just hold on to me you’ll be okay I promise” Sweet Pea told you over his shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his middle tightly as he took off towards your house. Sweet Pea seemed to pull up to your trailer sooner than you would have liked, you got off the bike taking off the helmet and handing it to him. Sweet Pea grabbed your hand as he walked you up the steps to your front door.

“I had a really good time tonight Sweet Pea” you fiddled with the hem of your flannel.

Sweet Pea smiled “Yeah I had a really good time too Y/N”

You put your hand on the door handle about to open the door when Sweet Pea stopped you.

“Hey Y/N?”

You turned around as soon as you looked up at Sweet Pea he leaned in closer gently pecking your lips. You smiled as you watched him walk backwards away from you his eyes never leaving you until you walked inside. You leaned against the front door sighing happily as you touched your lips.

-

The next few weeks were full of holding hands and stolen kisses at Pops, the Wrym, Sweet Peas trailer, the lounge at school basically anywhere you could be together you were. It was all going great until the awful Tuesday at school.

“Hey Y/N”

You looked up to see none other than Chuck Clayton leaning against the lockers next to you.

“I heard you are dating a Serpent, I mean I get why no bulldog would want you so you would have to run to a snake, does he even actually like you? Or is it just a pity thing?” He asked you smirking.

You could feel the tears building up as you pushed Chuck out of the way running into the girls bathroom hearing the laughs of other Bulldogs and Vixens. You went home early that day, ignoring everyones texts and calls eventually shutting your phone off. A few days had passed and you still hadn’t talked to anyone. You were getting pretty lonely so you decided to head to Jugs trailer. You knocked quickly looking around to make sure no one saw you.

Jughead opened the door pulling you into his trailer.

“Where have you been?! Whats going on?! I thought the date went well, I mean Sweet Pea said it did and you have been so happy” He rambled

“Jug!” you shook him making him stop “I’m fine, I uh I just don’t really know what I want and so I quit talking to him.”

Jughead rolled his eyes “More like pushing him away Y/N/N.”

You slumped into the couch “I don’t want to talk about it anymore Juggy”

Before Jughead could respond you jumped at the pounding against the front door.

“Jones! Let me in, I know she is in there! Y/N c’mon talk to me please.” The yelling faded into more of a plea.

Jughead looked at you. You motioned for him to open the door.

“Hey Sweet” Jug started as he opened the door Sweet Pea moving past him to you on the couch. “Pea” Jug finished.

“Y/N, tell me what I can do, just say something talk to me please”

Jughead looked between you two. “I uh I’m gonna go for a walk.”

You nodded as he walked out the door.

“Y/N, baby please tell me how to fix this” Sweet Pea sat next to you grabbing your hands.

Tears were already cascading down your cheeks. “Pea” your voice cracked.

Sweet Pea brought his hands up to your face wiping away your tears with his thumbs. He was quiet waiting for you to finish.

“How can you like me?”

A look of confusion crossed Sweet Peas face “What do you mean? How can I not like you, you are beautiful, I want you every second of every day I’m not calm until you are in my line of sight. You’ve changed me for the better, I am less angry” Sweet Pea slightly laughed at himself for that comment. “Baby, listen to me, watch my actions don’t listen to anyone else”

“How do you know?” You questioned.

“Toni told me” Sweet Pea moved his thumbs across your face still wiping away the stray tears.

“I just- I don’t want you to feel like you have to be with me”

“Y/N you are perfect Chuck is an asshole and I’m going to beat his face in tomorrow for disrespecting my girl”

“Your girl huh” you finally looked at him making eye contact.

“Yeah, I mean if you want to be”

“I’d love it” you answered quickly.

“I was hoping you’d say that” Sweet Pea said softly as he leant in and captured your lips with his. He knew you would have more days like this, hell he would have bad days when he didn’t think you’d want to be with him, but as long as you could talk to each other as long as you let each other in, you would be just fine.

#sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x you #riverdale imagine #riverdale reader insert #riverdale x reader #requested

[yeppeojiwrites]

making the right decision//song mingi

uhh i don’t really know how to write titles but this is gonna be it for now until i figure out a better one

this is a college!mingi au requested by one of my mutuals on instagram (folow me at ericsblackgf) 

word count: 1628

warnings: angst and eventual soft sweet stuff (surprise ending!!)

members: mingi x reader, wooyoung x reader, ??? x reader (oh worm???)

You shouldn’t have let him go on that date.

Sure you waved him off and told him to go have fun, but you didn’t mean it. If you did, you wouldn’t be crying in Wooyoung’s arms.

“I don’t know why I did it,” you sobbed. “I just wanted to make him happy.”

Wooyoung sighed as he rubbed your back. “Think about yourself, (Y/N). Be selfish for once. This is the tenth date Mingi has been out on since the start of the school year.”

“I know,” you said. “And it hurts every time I send him off.”

You’ve liked Mingi since he sat down next to you in your European Literature class the second week of school freshman year. He noticed the stickers on your laptop and asked you about them, leading to you talking about yourselves over ice cream. You thought it was a date, but Mingi thought it was just a hangout between new friends. He was oblivious.

As always.

He never noticed the way your eyes lit up whenever you noticed him looking at you, the way you inhale sharply when his skin touches yours, the way your smile falls when he says he’s going on another date with another girl.

Maybe you should start looking for a romantic partner another person because clearly you weren’t getting anywhere with Mingi.

As Wooyoung tucked you into his bed, proclaimed, “Starting today, I’m no longer thinking about Mingi. I’m putting myself first and keeping only those who I like around me. Consider yourself included, Wooyoung.”

He laughed and patted your cheek. “We’ll see about that,” he said as he turned off the light.

Ignoring Mingi was easier than you thought. Sure it hurt to decline his calls and sure it hurt to watch his dejected face whenever you walked past him and ignored his greetings, but at least you didn’t have to hear about how his dates went or how far he went with them.

Things actually became easier. You no longer had to pack and buy meals for two. You no longer had to wait in the courtyard long after your classes ended to see Mingi, you could just go home. You no longer had to walk across campus to Mingi’s dorm for movie night, you could just call Wooyoung over and watch a movie with him.

Your bond with Wooyoung grew stronger. You texted each other more, hung out with each other more often. Wooyoung was your new best friend.

As you walked out of class one afternoon, your wrist was grabbed and you were dragged into an empty classroom.

“Why are you avoiding me? You aren’t answering my calls, you don’t meet me after class anymore, we don’t meet for lunch, we don’t talk anymore. (Y/N), what did I do?” Mingi said, his face scrunched in anguish.

“Why don’t you ask your girl of the week to keep you company?” you said, pulling your wrist out of his grasp and attempting to walk away. Mingi stepped in front of your path.

“My girl of the week? Is this what this is about? You’re jealous?” he said, grabbing your shoulders from moving further.

“Let me go,” you said, shaking his hands off of your shoulders.

“Can we at least talk about this?” he pleaded.

“No.” you said sternly. His face fell.

“Please, (Y/N)? I miss you a lot,” he said, reaching out to touch your face. You dodged his hand.

“If this is all you wanted, I’ll be going now,” you said in a monotone voice.

“Fine. But when you’re ready to talk, you know where to find me. I’ll wait for you until then.” he said.

Your interaction with Mingi that one afternoon made your resolve weaker. You started seeing him sitting on the benches near your classes, even when his class was all the way across the campus. He left letters taped to your door, addressed to “his best friend”. They accumulated in a pile on your desk, all of them staying unopened.

You could only guess what they were about. Maybe they’re about his day. Maybe they’re about his dates or his two week girlfriends. Maybe they were a collection of confession letters.

The last option seemed highly unlikely.

All you knew was that if you opened them, you were subject to another blow at your resolve of avoiding Mingi.

You confided in Wooyoung, who seemed to only become closer to you, like a brother.

“It’s getting hard to ignore him,” you said, “it seems like wherever I am he is too. I forgot he knows my schedule.” you sighed.

“You can always call campus police and have a restraining order made.” Wooyoung suggested. You hit his shoulder.

“He doesn’t mean to be stalkerish, he’s just waiting for me to talk to him,” you said.

“I guess,” he said. “Do you want to choose the movie?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure,” you said before taking the remote.

It was two weeks after your interaction with Mingi that Mingi wrote Wooyoung a letter. When Wooyoung woke up one morning, he saw a letter in plain envelope with his name written on it a few inches away from his door, it was probably slid under the door overnight. When Wooyoung opened the letter he immediately saw Mingi’s name printed at the bottom of the paper. He started reading from the top of the paper.

Jung Wooyoung,

I don’t really know your relationship with (Y/N) but it seems close. You and I haven’t really talked that often, usually only when we both meet at (Y/N)’s dorm for the movie nights you, (Y/N), and I have once a month.

I’ll tell you this simply.

I really like (Y/N). I know she doesn’t really want anything to do with me or at least it seems that way but I just want her to know that I like her. I recently discovered it when we first stopped talking, when she left it was like a part of me left with them. I realized that all of the girls that I went out on dates with were used as a way to feel like I was able to be loved or liked since I felt like (Y/N) didn’t like me the same way I liked them.

I miss them a lot.

I write them letters every day hoping that they’ll read them but I don’t think they have, or if they have, they don’t care.

Wooyoung, please tell (Y/N) that I’ll stop pursuing them if they want me to. All they have to do is tell me face to face.

If it comes back that (Y/N) doesn’t want anything to do with me, please take care of them. Like I said earlier, I don’t really know your relationship with (Y/N) but it seems close. Maybe you like them as much as I do or maybe you only see them as a sibling.

I hope you make the right decision for (Y/N).

Thank you,

Song Mingi

Wooyoung put the letter back in envelope. He knew what he had to do.

[A Few Years Later]

“Sweetheart, are you ready?” your mom said, peeking into the room where you were seated. You nodded, sighing and rubbing your clammy hands together.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” you said. Your mom smiled at you and took your hand.

“He loves you a lot, and you look wonderful today, sweetheart. You’re making the right decision, (Y/N). I supported your relationship from the time that you introduced him to me and your dad, your does too.” your mom said.

“Are you ready to walk down the aisle?” she said, her eyes expectant. You nodded.

“Let’s do it.”

As you reached the doorway of the hall linked arm in arm with your mom, everyone in the room stood to their feet. You walked in and smiled at everyone in the room. You saw the flashes of cameras and heard the artificial shutter sounds of cell phone cameras. Only a few meters away from the altar, you made eye contact with your groom, his eyes filled with tears. You smiled at him and reached up to wipe the tears away with your thumb.

You leaned forward a little bit, “I thought you said you weren’t going to cry,” you smiled, placing both of your hands on his shoulders.

“I didn’t plan to but I can’t help it. I never thought I would see you like this, in front of me, about to be married to me,” he grabbed your hands from his shoulders, “If you were me and you saw yourself right now, all googly-eyed and sweet looking, you’d cry too.”

You smiled and squeezed his hands, “I love you.” you said.

He smiled back. “I love you too.” he responded.

The wedding officiant began, “We are all joined here today to watch a union between two souls, two spirits made for each other. We will begin with hearing their vows.” She nodded at the two of you.

After your vows were stated and tears were shed, you exchanged rings. The ring bearer was your youngest cousin, all dressed up in a little tux, complete with a bow tie that matched one of the colors of the wedding.

“I now pronounce you husband and (your gender’s word for spouse). Please kiss to seal your union.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you and pressed your lips against his, a familiar action that makes you feel a little bit warmer now. You leaned your forehead against his, your noses touching.

“I love you, (Y/N).” he said with a smile.

“I love you too, Yunho.” you replied.

were you expecting that ending??idk it was kinda a shock to me,,,i did it so that the ending wouldn’t be as predictable,,unless you’re some kind of psychic,,if you are,,idk man thats pretty cool

as you can probably tell, i’m not very good at author’s notes but uhh please request something!! this was really fun to write!!

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #mingi #song mingi #mingi scenarios #wooyoung #jung wooyoung #wooyoung scenarios #feat another ateez member #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #ateez imagines #yeppeojiwrites

[kurgy]

Long time follower, long time Devil May Cry fan, never played the reboot but it looked awful. As a DMC fan yourself why did you like the reboot?

a lot of reasons. the game play is fun, like, really fun. the story was cool and i liked the cheesy one liners and over the top action. hack and slash games are always fun and DmC pulled it off really well. the opening scene was hilarious and it makes it clear right off the bat that its not meant to be taken too seriously

dante is like 22 in this game and he def acts like it. the cursing and nihilism made me laugh and his general attitude made a lot of sense given the life hes lived up until this point

the devil arms are cool and fun to use. osiris is my fav

the half angel/half devil aesthetic is more interesting to me than the half human/half demon direction in original dmc (dont get me wrong i love it but the angel/demon thing is really cool). the concept of dante and vergil being nephilims was super cool

vergil actually has like. a character arc. hes not just power hungry bad guy. vergils character arc and downfall were awesome and interesting to experience and the comic series and dlc added more to his character in DmC than has been added to him in the original dmc (thats just my opinion) 

going through dantes memories of his childhood and his mother the day she died were cool and i really loved eva’s new design and actually getting to see her which up until the release of dmc5 hadnt happened

the differences in dante and vergils upbringing after they lost their memories were fun when they counteract and their dialogue as siblings was fun and memorable 

the entering limbo aspect was really interesting to me and the environments were really cool and fun to explore. no limbo environment was the same and that was really cool

and kat. i loved kat. she was awesome and her power was cool, and the bond she has with vergil and her eventual bond with dante was sweet and interesting to watch unfold.

vergils decision to kill their (cousin? would you call that their cousin? idk) and the immediate regret on his face was more emotion than i expected to see from vergil as a character than from what i knew of him from original dmc

now im not saying its better than the original dmc, like, at all. theyre both equally good games that are strong in some aspects and weak in others and saying you hate the reboot and not playing i think is unfair because so many people wrote it off for being different without giving it a chance as not a remake of dmc but a different telling of the same basic concept.

anyway the reboot was fun and cool and its not a bad game in any way. it was just as over the top and cheesy as the original and the game play was just as fun peace out

#Anonymous #dmc #devil may cry

[writerman]

Modern elronbarduil. Bard is a cab driver, Thran is a the CEO of his own company, who just happens to be blind, and Elrond is an ER doctor. Now Thran some how gets injures at work but instead of call an ambulance, he calls a cab because he doesn't want to make a fuss. Bard is the cab driver and is worried about Thran, so offers to help get him inside the hospital and stays with him. Elrond is the doctor attending Thran.

//I am sorry but I didn’t make Thranduil blind in this one. I did, however, have a lot of fun writing this so this is where my confidence crashes and burns because now the world wide web get to read it... or ignore it ahahaha. 

Enjoy, friendo! 

THIS IS THE LONGEST PROMPT I’VE WRITTEN TO DATE! 

Honestly, Bard had not expected his first fare of the afternoon to be a man bleeding from the temple, a well dressed, suited and booted kind of high flying exec kind of man… He was really bleeding, and from the rear view mirror he could not quite see where the blood was coming from but it ran down the man’s face with ease and dripped onto the grey suit he wore steadily.

“Uh… I know you’re not ok but are you ok?” Bard asked turning round to look at his customer properly, the guy was beautiful, angel fallen from Heaven masquerading as a man, beautiful.

Long straight blond hair, nearly white, piercing blue eyes and flawless skin, a jaw that could cut glass and all those other analogies that described the classic beauty of men.

Pale as milk though, either he had been bleeding for quite some time or he did NOT like the sight of blood, either way it was concerning.

The blond looked startled when Bard spoke, as though he had expected the cab to be self driven rather than by a flesh and blood human with thoughts and feelings. He lifted his hand to touch the blood and it smeared over his fingers staining the pale skin easily, all the while nodding slowly as though this was common place and he bled all the time from the head.

“So… Where do you need to go?” His whole body felt tense, this kind of felt like one of those scenes from a movie where he is infected by a virus and becomes a zombie because he just HAD to help the pretty one.

That’s how they get you, the zombies, they show up being pretty humans all the while the virus is working through them and suddenly you turn around to check on your passenger and BAM Zombie time and you’re dead.

He reeeeally hoped this guys asked for a doctor or a ride to the hospital because, damn, he was losing blood like no tomorrow.

Bard made the executive decision that he was taking the man to the hospital regardless and put the car in motion, not explaining his actions though he realised he was not asked any questions, or given any instructions… it was then Bard realised that the guy must have been in shock.

Once at the hospital Bard parked up, threw some money in a parking meter and eased the silent, still bleeding, man from the car, he spoke softly as if to keep this blond stranger at ease, as though he was some kind of easily spooked horse.

He looked like he owned horses, like 10 of them and had a son called Tarquin and they placed croquet on the lawn of their massive mansion.

Probably had house staff too.

Bard realised that was unfair, just because he wore a nice suit didn’t mean anything, he had a nice suit too, it was reserved for funerals and weddings, he had one and only one and when he wore it people thought he was important too, and not a cab driver in a city where his face blurred together with thousands of other brunet men with beards….

Further problems arose when he tried to check the man in to see a doctor, he had no idea what his name was, or even some semblance of an address, he barely registered the street he had been on when the blond had climbed into the car.

So far the only thing that had shown Bard the guy was aware of anything was when he nodded earlier, and he was sure that was just an automatic response to the question ‘Are you ok?’, because most people nod when asked that question.

Apparently standing at the reception of a hospital was good luck because a doctor ran towards them yelling something that was probably a name, ah, yes it was a name.

“Thranduil, oh Gods, what happened to you?!” This doctor was handsome, did beautiful people just attract other beautiful people, was this a cult?

While Bard stared at the two of them in bisexual, the brunet doctor that had jogged toward them turned to Bard for an explanation, and all Bard could do, and he did it so eloquently, was shrug.

“He got into my cab just bleeding like crazy from the head, he hasn’t spoken a word so I thought I would just bring him here…”

“You did the right thing, I will take things from here, thank you for your caring for him-” He was cut off as he tried to lead Thranduil off, the blond reached out and grabbed Bard by the wrist and would not move until he did.

“Ah, it seems you are coming with us, even in shock he recognises a catch when he sees one.” Inappropriate time to flirt when his friend was just stood silently bleeding like some kind of silent haunted house actor…

Were they friends?

Still, someone thought he was handsome, even though they both looked like Gods walking the earth amongst mere mortal men. Bard realised he had to take what he could get, even if it was a fleeting flirting opportunity from a doctor.

Before he could speak Thranduil, weirdly nice name, tugged at Bard and pulled him closer to his side, he slung his arm over his shoulder before his legs gave way and both Bard and the handsome doctor moved to steady him.

“Maybe he needs to sit down…?” Bard suggested and the doctor, who had the humility to look embarrassed, nodded and steered the weakening man toward a private room.

Thranduil was put on a bed and the doctor, who finally introduced himself a Elrond Peredhel, saw to the wound, he explained that wound was not deep but were it was situated was causing the blood to flow easily, the skin on the scalp was thinner he said.

Bard had no idea about any of this stuff so he just nodded.

“This man is not supposed to be working, this man is meant to be on bedrest.” Elrond quipped, the dig at his patience apparently brought him back to himself and Thranduil managed to roll his eyes, he looked to Bard and gave a soft smile.

“Thank you.” He whispered, his voice so damned deep and velvety and amazing, oh man, Bard needed to sit down after two words. He pulled himself round long enough to pull a chair up to the bedside and sit by the blond.

“I admit, you scared me back there in the taxi being all silent and bloody, I had visions of you trying to slit my throat or something.” It was a ridiculous thing to say and he regretted saying it instantly but the sound of Thranduil’s quiet laugh eased his insecurities for a moment.

The blond winced as though laughing hurt him, and Elrond placed a hand on his shoulder to soothe him as he worked on cleaning the wound, some of Thranduil’s hair was now stained red from the blood, but he did not seem to care all that much, or he hadn’t realised.

“I owe you so much, I could not speak and yet you brought me right where I need to be with who I need to be with.” Elrond and Thranduil shared a loving smile between them and Bard put the pieces together.

Husbands. Probably.

Well, they had flirted with him so they seemed relaxed so maybe very long time husbands?

Not that it mattered.

“Also thought you might have been a zombie.” Bard admitted quietly, which had Thranduil laughing again, and Gods it went right to his centre.

He suppressed a pleasant shudder, ignoring Elrond's knowing look.

“A zombie only before his morning coffee,” The doctor started, he rested a hand on Thranduil's shoulder before he spoke again, “Did you just swoon?”

This time Bard was the one to have the decency to blush and look away from the two.

"Ah, I thought so, he has that effect on everyone. Though so far you are the only one sensible enough to grab a chair and to respect that he may be in a relationship.

It's alright, you can flirt with him.

You can flirt with both of us."

Well, that was… interesting. So far Elrond had been quite vocal about his interest in Bard but Thranduil hadn’t said anything, and Bard was not sure it was alright for Elrond, even if he was married to the blond, to just offer the others affections so easily.

While in thought the two took the opportunity to whisper between themselves, some sort of debate, Bard wasn’t actually listening.

Eventually he made the decision that it was time for him to go. He had to earn a wage and sitting around in a hospital was losing him rent money for the month.

“Now that I know you’re alright I should probably go. I still have a job to do and while I do not necessarily have a boss I still need to make sure I make enough that I don’t have to work too late tonight.

It was great meeting you both even given the circumstances.

I hope you manage to keep him on bedrest this time.” Bard looked to Elrond as he said the last part and he got to his feet ready to depart.

“Thank you, again for bringing him here. I truly hope we meet again.” Elrond spoke with as much sincerity as he could muster without it sounding as though he was mocking Bard.

With that they parted ways.

It was a month after that Bard saw the two again.

He had been playing a zombie apocalypse game while the car idled at the side of the road, there didn't seem to be much foot traffic where he had parked up so he took the chance to try and level up his mobile game.

When the door opened behind his seat and someone slid in he paid them no mind, he was going to wait until they'd settled before he gave them any attention, that was until…

A pair of hands slid to his shoulders and squeezed almost pinching him.

Then a rumbling voice in his ear spoke.

“Still hoping for zombies, are we?” The tone amused and, dammit, the shiver that spiked down Bard's spine… the hairs on his arms stood on end and his heart beat leapt to a pace faster than he believed ever possible.

“Thranduil, leave him alone, he looks like he might have a heart attack.” Oh, yeah, it was definitely the dream duo he had absolutely NOT been thinking about since they first met… Elrond Peredhel and his husband Thranduil.

Two fantastically beautiful men that had taken a shine to Bard as though he wasn’t some grimy cab driver with untamed curls and  bags under his eyes that could fill a baggage claim at Heathrow.

Doing his best to calm himself before he looked round, he sighed inwardly when the blond let go of his shoulders to sit back in his seat, Bard took a cleansing breath as quietly as he could and turned to offer the couple a bright smile.

“Well, hello, you two. Long time no see… so, where am I taking you tonight?” It was 6pm and the sun was sinking behind the high rise buildings around them- the night would come alive soon enough and Bard actually wanted to get home before any party-goers tried to hail him for a ride.

“Well, we were just going to go home but maybe coffee first, we’d love it if you could join us?” Elrond slid an arm around Thranduil’s shoulders as he spoke and pulled him so they were right up against one another side by side, their shoulders right down to their feet touching down one side.

“Uh… well, I was just going to go home after this fare…” Bard trailed off at the, frankly sorrowful, disappointed look he was given from both of them, so rather than argue he just nodded. “Alright, where would you like to go?”

They ended up in a small coffee shop, it advertised that it was open all night long and so far it was fairly quiet, Bard suspected the usuals that haunted the place would show up at the wee hours of the morning, sporting smudge make-up, tousled hair from brief intimate encounters and being more than just hungover as they sipped hot coffee full of sugar and cream before they could even begin to think of heading home…

It seemed like a trendy spot, Thranduil and Elrond stood out like peacocks against the vintage surroundings in their crisp fitted shirts and, what was probably, ridiculously expensive slacks and boots.

Smart casual.

Yet they looked across as Bard as though hungry hyenas and he was dinner for the night.

Hadn’t they just eaten?

“You don’t have to look so scared of us, but… we did have a proposition for you if you would be so kind as to allow us a moment to explain?” Thranduil began, he picked up a drinks menu from off the table in front of him and perused it casually, his eyes flitting to Bard occasionally and he offered a very sultry smile.

Bard felt nervous, like a bug near a venus fly trap but he was also a little hot under the collar, he didn’t image a look could ever have that effect on him but… well… there he was flushed.

The ye olde expression of ‘Mark me down as scared and horny…’.

“I’ll cut to the chase, let you breathe a little afterwards. We like you Bard,” Elrond began, he waved away a waitress that approached with a genuine smile before turning back to Bard. “We are a couple but we were hoping your interest in us was not solely a fanciful day dream. Thranduil and I would like to take you out and, perhaps with time, you would accept us, even love us and let our duo become a trio?” There was a long pause after Elrond said his peace and so Thranduil and he ordered drinks, and after a moment coaxed an order out of Bard.

He felt as though a hurricane had rushed over him and he was left windswept and out of breath.

Were they suggesting a three way relationship?

He had to admit, and admit it very quietly, even in his own head, that he had thought about that would be like… they seemed fun and flirty, but what were they like behind closed doors?

He didn’t feel threatened by them or actually afraid, and gods, he had seen the look of love they had shared between them back at the hospital.

Could that be him?

“I want to get to know you both better.” The words blurted out, his mouth and brain had not discussed this and yet there he was talking, all the while his brain is in disarray ‘We talked about this mouth, you have to run things by me first!’ but again his mouth ignored his brain and he spoke again.

“I am interested in both of you, I want to try this.”

All hope was lost for his mouth and his brain logged out for the rest of the evening.

With his acceptance of the couple, Elrond and Thranduil moved to sit next to him, one on each side, they wrapped their arms around him and welcomed him in to the fold.

“We shall show you a good time,  so much so that you could not imagine being without us, let us love you.”

...and so, he did.

#long post #thranduil #bard the bowman #barduil #bard #elbaruil #elrond #the hobbit #writing prompts #writing #mypackpride

[solarianradiance]

Jellyatinous Rose

Calliope: Welcome lovelies, to oUr little get together for an adventure throUgh the Use of a Role-Playing Game system called DUngeons & Dragons! Tonight we have a new player joining in oUr dUngeon delving, oUr lovely friend, Roxy.

Roxy: hey erebody, its ur gurl roxy!

Dave: hey rox

Rose: Welcome to the game Roxy, nice to see you came tonight~

Kanaya: Pleasure To Have You Dear Roxy!

Jade: nice to see you again!

John: glad you could make it tonight!

Roxy: tnx 4 the warm welcum gaiz, makes me feel good bout this venture here

Roxy: so, when do we start playin?

Calliope: Shortlym bUtt first, we shall introdUce oUr varioUs party members for the road ahead, so that we may give oUr newest addition a chance to Understand her new chUms? Jade, why dont we start with yoU?

Jade: ok!

Jade: im a level 5 chaotic good gnoll ranger called groche’a, and i was ousted from my tribe for not wanting to plunder tombs for bones because i was scared of waking the dead and having them get revenge on us... which they did! im the only survivor!

Roxy: wats a goll? Roxy: *gnoll

Jade: a gnoll is a dog person

Jade: like this!

Roxy: oh so ur a hyna furry basically then?

Jade: well no, im more like a malamute husky, i actually based my character off of bec and what jake told me about my scratched other self

Roxy: yeah, ur gilf self was pretty smokin for an old lady, so i can c y u chose her

Jade: ...what?

Calliope: Lets keep this train of introdUctions going, Dave YoU’re Up love!

Dave: im dave, and im a barbarian. im a level 4 chaotic good guy i guess, gettin my rage on with my magic shit talking sword and doin all kinds of awesome shit!

Roxy: u men like connan the barbarian?

Dave: no, not liek conan Dave: *like Dave: fuck

Roxy: wats ur backstory?

Dave: im a kickass barbarian, i showed up one day and started kicking ass, what more backstory do you need?

Roxy: that sunds lame

Dave: youre lame

Calliope: Moving on, John, how aboUt we introdUce yoUr character?

John: im Salamon of the Hearthlands, a level 4 neutral good halfling jester!

Roxy: wats a halflin?

John: they’re pretty much just hobbits but a bit more... “earthly” i think would be a good word to describe them? they’re sort more vice than virtue and do things like eat a lot of food, take whats not theirs and breed like rabbits.

Roxy: le gasp, ur a bunny boy! that sounds adorable!

John: heh, no, im not a bunny, but i guess i am bunny-like in that sense

Jade: you know, that would actually be a good fursona for you

John: eh, nah, its not really my thing, besides im more like a tiger

Jade: hahahaha! no you’re not!

John: in fact i think would be more like tigra from thundercats

Jade: i said no. you’re fucking. not.

John: uuuuh!!!

Roxy: calli!

Calliope: Yes Roxy, what is it?

Roxy: can u make jon into a bunny boy?

Calliope: I... can, bUt I need a good reason like a magical invocation or something like that, I cannot simply do as I wish with the players whenever I wish.

Calliope: Besides, the game has not started. Rose, why dont yoU go next?

Rose: 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒶 𝒩𝑒𝓊𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐸𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝒩𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇, 𝒞𝓎𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒢𝓊𝓁’𝒢𝒶𝓃. 𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝐿𝑜𝓁𝓉𝒽, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈, 𝐼 𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒩𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓁𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝐸𝓁𝒻 𝒞𝒾𝓉𝓎, 𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓏𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒶𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓌𝒹𝑜𝓂~ 

Roxy: ur kinda given me the willies theres rosie

Rose: Hah! Thank you! I try to accentuate the nature of the Dark Elves as much as possible~ I am a Level 5 Necromancer by the way, just so we are clear.

Calliope: That was a nice sUrprise, always good to see dear ole Rose to give Us a performance and bring a little life throUgh characterization. Now, for oUr last member, Kanaya!

Kanaya: Salutations, I Am Mildred Of Baldurs Gate! A Neutral Good Human Cleric Of Lathander. I Am Level Three And I Am Looking Forward To Keeping You Out Of Trouble, As I Am The Primary Healer Of The Group. Though I Can Take A Swing With My Shredder Axe If I Wish, I Can Be More Than Helpful In Most Situations! 

Roxy: i dunno boit that but i think ill be hpy 2 have u round when the magical shit hits the fan! Roxy: *about

Calliope: Well, now that we have oUr standing party’s introdUctions oUt of the way, how aboUt we have Roxy introdUce Us to oUr newest member?!

Roxy: what bout u calli, whats ur character?

Calliope: I am the DUngeon Master, I recant the tale to the party based on the actions and decisions they make. Technically, I am all of the characters that are not part of the party! BUt I do have a rather sUltry lass that i have been meaning to play for a while. When my tenUre as DUngeon Master is Up, I shall pass the responsibility of rUnning the game onto others and break her oUt!

Roxy: rly? what is she? tell me!

Calliope: She isn’t finalized, but shes a YUan-Ti Magician, specifically an assistant. Haven’t qUite figUred oUt if shes a fUll-blood or a half-blood.

Roxy: a yankee?

Calliope: A YUan-Ti is more or less a snake person, mUch like myself I sUppose. I’ll admit shes a bit of a self-insert, bUt I made her for immersion for flarping. John helped me in crafting her!

Roxy: oh... he did now, did he?

John: yeah! it was actually pretty fun! learning about the lore of the snake people was kinda neat!

Calliope: Indeed! And in retUrn, helped John create another character to pair alongside with her! He is also a Magician, and she acts as his assistant!

Roxy: assistant huh? does that mean you can make his magic wand

Roxy: disappear?!~♥

John: whoa! roxy!

Calliope: Making a Magicians Magic Wand disappear is childs play.

John: uh calli, thats not what she mea-

Calliope: BUt making his wand spit magical glowing seed, now thats the magic~

Calliope: Mwah!~♥

Dave: whoa-ho, damn!

Rose: Ooo, how racey~

Kanaya: I Must Admit, That Got Quite Raunchy Awfully Quickly!

Jade: you can do that?!

John: ok! moving on! time for your introduction rox, before this turns into a smut campaign.

Roxy: how do u know that it wont turn into 1 when i do get my intro on? ;)

John: rox!

Roxy: relax! im jus teasin y Roxy: *u

Roxy: ok, my character is xerox gundalf the pink! shes a level 1 chotic good gun wizard!

John: gun wizard?! that actually sounds cool!

Jade: that actually sound cool, maybe ill roll one next campaign!

Dave: gotta admit, that does sound pretty bitchin rp as

Rose: Um, Roxy, as creative as that is, “Gun Wizard” isnt a valid class within the ruleset of DnD.

Roxy: wat? naaah, its fine! got xeroxs character shit filled out and everything! even drew her!

Roxy: c? kickass sex witch! put a spell on u make u her enchanted slav! put a magic bullet in ur butt and set her enemies on fire! abraka-sexbang!!

Rose: But we already have a Wizardess! Why don’t you be another class, a legal one such as a Rogue or a Thief?

Roxy: those dont sound legal 2 me sister, sides im a rogue in real life! i dont wanna play a rogue i wanna b a badass gun wizard! calli help me out here

Calliope: Mmmmm, well, while technically “GUn Wizards” are not what they are called, “GUn Mages” are in fact an actUal class! So I sUppose thats no significant issUe

Roxy: gasp YAYS!

Rose: Wait, “Gun Mage” is an actual class?

Calliope: Why yes, it is! QUite the interesting one too, might even roll a character to play as one myself at some point!

Rose: Well, anyways, as I said, we already have a Wizardess, which is myself. So how about you roll Up a Rogue? John can moonlight as one, but he isnt able to specialize as one. Here, lemme just get you started and roll you a character right now!

Roxy: uh, no, imma play a wizard!

Rose: We’ll make her Neutral Good, for maximum opportunity while still being approachable. Some good Dexterity for all of that lockpicking you’ll be doing.

Roxy: rose, water u doin?

Rose: Dump all the skill points into stealth, traps, and lockpicking!

Roxy: ross! Roxy:*rose

John: you know i could just spec into those skills myself, i was planning on doing it anyways!

Rose: We can make her pink, with some blue trimmings~

Roxy: stahp!

*Roxy latches onto Rose’s pen hand, preventing her from drawing further. The two devolve into a bit of a struggle*

Rose: Stop... getting... in the... way, Roxy!

Jade: you do know you can multi-class in this game, right? as in you both can have both.

Roxy: well i don.. wann play... fuckin rogue, i wan be... a wizard of bullets!

Rose: We need a Rogue to-*is bitten*-FUCK! ROXY!

Kanaya: What Is Happening?

*Roxy and Rose devolve to a mother/daughter/sister squabble between petty bitches who both want the same thing, but are unwilling to share, complete with hair pulling, bites, scratches, clothes ripping and an assortment of name calling.*

*Its a good ole fashioned cat fight yy’all!*

Jade: shouldnt someone stop this? like kanaya, isnt this your thing?

Kanaya: ...I... Want To, But I Think I Am Enjoying The Sight Of This Conflict? Should I Do So Anyways?

Dave: with them? nah man itll sort itself out eventually. just let em get tuckered out.

John: ... roll for initiative?

Calliope: Haa! Hahahaha!

#homestuck #jade harley #kanaya maryam #rose lalonde #roxy lalonde #john egbert #dave strider #the barbarian #calliope #long post

[tremendouslyjollydelusion]

Idiosyncrasy? Dolor v Verlichting

HR.Dolor :

Okay, you're screwed. They threatend you to kick you out. To THINK. For fuck sake, dude. Why can't you just talk to them?

HR.Verlichting :

You know why. The things that what he wanna said might hurt their feelings, and he doesn't want that. Cause he think that he's selfish and he want soo much more than everyone wants for him. He often think that he cares about everyone, but him. Also he's having trouble to express himself in his own language. I think he doubt himself, shy? Not really. More like overthinking stuff maybe afraid to get out his comfort zone. What else? Let me think.. He thinks about problems that didn't even exist which eventually caused more problems for him. He's tired of being told what to do. But he do it anyway. I know. It doesn't make any sense. But it is what it is, that's how his head works, well at least that what O think lol.

HR.Dol :

Yea, I know, its because he can't make his own decisions in the first place.

HR.Ver :

I know right, but I think he knew that, but again, he's not them, nor his sister or anyone else. Everybody needs their own time to do things. It could take days, weeks, months. Hell, even years, God knows when. What he need is a full support and guidence, no matter what he does, especially from the people that closest or dearest to him. Because to him its hard to figured out his passion. I think he need people to be patient for him, instead of pushing him, telling him what to do.

HR.Dol :

That's bullshit man, all he have to do is just do it! Just like the Nike said lol. He doesn't even have a solid plan, nothing! Zero plan! He's a spoiled brat for fuck's sake dude 😔

HR.Ver :

Hey, easy buddy! You're not helping. You're making things worse, for God's sake. I kindda agree with you tho. But again, back to square one. He's not you, he's parents, sister, brother, cousins or anyone. He is who he is. We can't change that. He's the one in control and responsible for his actions. No one in this world can change that, unless if God willing to.

So, yea. He needs time, everyone has their own timetable of their life. We can't push him too much. If we did, there's two options. Its either he pushed himself jump and spread his wings or fall into endless hell hole. Its too much risk, we can't push him like that.

HR.Dol :

So, you're saying he's a coward? Doesn't wanna take a risk?! Hell yeah, he is! Fucking coward. You know what they said, people who don't wanna take risks will most likely become an unsuccessful retard! Lol🤣😈

HR.Ver :

For God's sake, dude. Its not as simple as that. You should know better than anyone, man. We're here to help him, dude.

HR.Dol :

Holyshit, dude, wake up will you?! We're just some ideas, thoughts, inside the lazyass brain of his!

HR.Ver :

That's exactly my point, my man. We're exists because of him, otherwise we won't be here discussing or solving he's problems in the first place. Help him to see things clearer. You should be grateful.

HR.Dol :

YEA YEAA, WHATEVER! WiseAssssss piece of crap thoughts. Its FRIDAAY! We should be out hanging out, party or some shit.

HR.Ver :

Hold you're horses, kid. We have bigger problems to solve here, buddy. He doesn't have a lot of time. If we ran out of time. All three of us screwed. You want that?!

HR.Dol :

Hell no! I haven't got the chance to have fun for years! Well, at least thats what it felt like to me lol. So what's the plan Mr. WiseAss piece of crap thoughts? 😂

HR.Ver :

Im not sure, but we all know the facts. He need time to think. And that my friend, is not much. He need support, help like everyone else. But I think he will ask for it when the time comes, so if we or anyone give or offer him one in the wrong time, we all know what happens.

HR.Dol :

Well, thats some fucked up good shits going on lol.

So, what's next, big boy?

HR.Ver :

Ikr lol. But we gotta be patient...

HR.Dol :

We knew that already ASSHEAD, you said it a billion times for fuck's sake..

HR.Ver :

Eaassyyy, boy. I'm not finishedd. It's a long list.

Let's see, you said smthng about he's being coward cause he doesn't wanna take risks and it'll make him unsuccessful retard or something, right?

HR.Dol :

Yea, I guess, really I said that??🤔 Well thats harsh lol. What about it tho?

HR.Ver :

Yes, you did. Who's the retard now?😑😄🖕

So, yea. About that, I think he thinks that the term success is different for him. Some people consider success as power, wealth, career etc. For him its happiness. So, yeaa. He thinks that whats the point of having successful career, lots of money, but not happy.

Since he knows he doesn't have a lot of time, and won't live forever. He want to live his life, give his life a meaning, balance in everything, well, not everything. Some things maybe.

HR.Dol :

Yea, I get it, you dumb. But how??! He barely plan shit?

HR.Ver :

Yes, thats the thing. People keep telling him what to do. Things that he might not like or enjoy doing it. They expect more of him. Makes him think that he might dissapointed them if he didn't succeed. And that, he want to avoid. Also don't forget, he's having trouble to express himself in his language, or to anyone. And thats why we're both exists. To help him cope with this kindda thing. Its quite lonely in crowded head of his, complicated but simple at the same time. That's how screwed up he's is. Drowned in his own thoughts. Stopped him to do things in life.

HR.Dol :

Well, Damn, Son. I thought I'm fucked up lol🤣🤣

HR.Ver :

I know right? Its simple actually. He just wanna help people, especially people that closest to him. Such his family, friends. Hell, even strangers. He wanna do things that he enjoy doing. Like his job for example. He hate his job, but he love what he did there, he's helping people(sort of) get what they want, satisfied their needs, its small things actually but it makes him happy, make him feel like he's useful. But at the same time he knows that his job is not going anywhere, and maybe that's why he hate it there. Plus, his folks keep telling him to do somthing, get another jobs, go back to school, get a degree etc. which is not helping him cause he already know it, especially if someone ask him if he's satisfied with what he achieved. Of course not, he know it damn well its far from satisfied. But they keep pushing him, over and over and over aaandd overr. Without knowing what he has in mind, thinks, thoughts, plans (even if its far from solid plan).

Sometimes people need a push which is good, but some people need a support, a guidence with patience of course, and maybe he's one of those people.

HR.Dol :

I'm sorry, I wasn't listening😪

HR.Ver :

WHATT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW DUDE?! You and I both know thats not possible right? 🔥👿😑😇

HR.Dol :

Yea yeaa, whatever dude, its late for fuck's sake😪

HR.Ver :

Hufftt... You're probably right. Its late, and he' has work at dinner shift😔😇

HR.Dol :

Seee? You really should pay more attention, dude.🤔🤡

#random #thoughts #late night thoughts #random thoughts #issues #silly #happy thoughts #fun thoughts #free writting #practice #tjollydelude #late post #march 2018

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Conor Maynard Imagine- Cheater Part 2

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Requested: Yeahhh

Warnings: Language? 

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—— You cut Conor out of your life completely. You blocked him and all his friends on every single social media platform so there was no way of them contacting you. It took a long time but eventually you stopped thinking about him.

That was until today. Almost 2 years after the incident. You were going to a meet up/party thing at the club.  You were aware that lots of youtubers were going including yourself obviously but little did you know that today would be the day you saw Conor again.

~

As you arrived at the club you were beckoned over by your friends Zoe, Tanya and Niomi.

"Hey guys!" You almost squealed as it had been to long since you'd seen them.

"Hey!" They all said and smiled sweetly.

When you sat down you felt like something was off. They all kept glancing around and looking at you nervously.

"What is it?' You asked.

"What do you mean?' Zoe asked.

"Nothing at all." Niomi smiled.

You looked at Tanya knowing she'd be the one who'd crack and tell you.

"Conors here" She blurted then slapped her hand over her mouth.

"What, Conos her-e?' You stuttered.

Zoe gave Tanya a 'Why can't you keep your mouth shut?!" look.

"Hey it doesn't matter. Tonight is about friends and fun not idiots." Niomi insisted.

She passed you a shot which you downed.

"Let's go dance!" She suggested and you both got up.

"Are you sure thats-" Zoe began but realised you'd already gone.

You and Niomi danced for a bit, hand a lot of fun flicking your hair around and just dancing crazily. Little did you know that Conor had spotted you in the crowd of people.

"Hey I'm going to get us drinks!" Niomi yelled over the music.

"Okay I'm going to sit over there!" You replied and pointed to a random free booth.

As you went and sat down you felt almost as if someone was watching you. You glance around. Then suddenly you saw him. Sat on the table next to you was Jack, Joe, Mikey, Josh, Caspar, Oli and.... Conor. You felt your heart stop as you saw him. You made eye contact for a second but then he looked away quickly.

You looked down at the floor. Seeing him again, reminded you of everything that happened, what he did. You glanced back up at him for a split second and thats when you noticed that he had his arm wrapped around the waist of the girl from that day, when  you caught him. You suddenly felt tears well in your eyes, a tight note feeling grew in your chest. How could he stay with her after what they did?

You wondered if she cared that  he'd cheated on you, you doubted it. Something about this whole situation angered you. Yes it had been 2 years. But you had also spent to years of your life with him, the man that ripped out your heart and trampled on it without a care in the world and then stayed with the person that helped him do it.

Before you knew if Niomi was back with drinks.

"Hey, you okay?" She asked and gave you a concerned look.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be!" You faked a smile and quickly wiped your eyes without her noticing.

"Well-' She was cut off by someone yelling her name.

"Niomi! Come sit with us!" You looked up to see beckoning her over. He obviously hadn't realised you were with her.

"Um er" She hesitated and looked at you.

"You know what, lets go sit with them. It's been two years, I'm over it" You lied and faked confidents.

She went to stop you but you were already walking over to them so she just followed.

"Oh um hi y/n" Jack said awkwardly and Conor looked up quickly.

"Hey!" You said.

"Hey guys!" Niomi greeted everyone.

Everyone said hi except Conor who sat starring at his drink.

You sat talking to everyone for awhile. It wasn't as awkward as you expected. Conor didn't say a word. You noticed the girl Conor was with getting more and more bored through out the night until you saw her get up and leave.

As the night continued people got more and more drunk and more wild. You needed to go outside for some air. You decided to go to the roof top as you knew barely anyone knew you could get up there so it would probably be empty.

As you got to the top of the building you noticed someone else was there, they had a hoodie hood cover there head and it sounded like they were crying.

"Hello?' You said quietly.

The person didn't reply. You walked over to them.

"Hey are you oka- Conor?' You realised it was him.

He looked down at you. His eyes red and puffy from crying. Without thinking you pulled him into a hug. The smell of beer lingered on his hoodie.

"whats wrong?' You whispered.

You might of hated his actions but you couldn't stand to see him hurt. You still cared about him.

"Sh-e cheate-d on me" He chocked out between tears and pulled back from the hug.

Why did this make your heart ache? This is what he did to you, why did it hurt so much to see him hurting the same way you did.

"Hey, hey it's going to be okay" You said comfortingly and stood on your tip toes to wipe away his tears.

He didn't reply, just carried on sobbing so you pulled him into a hug again.

You stayed like that for a few minutes.

"Y/n this world doesn't deserve you" Conor mumbled out of the blue.

"What do you mean?" You replied and pulled back from the hug to look at him.

"I mean I was so horrible to, I can't even explain how bad I fucked up but here you are comforting me." He said starring down at the floor.

"I couldn't just leave you here to hurt. I might hate what you did but I still care about you Conor" You muttered the last part.

"It was the worst decision of my life, I threw away the one thing on this planet that meant the most to me for a girl that is heartless and cold." He said weakly as a tear slid down his cheek.

"Oh conor" You didn't know how to reply, you were almost speechless.

"You know what hurts more than what she did?" He asked " The fact I did it to you, the most perfect person on the planet. I did this to you. And now I know exactly how much it hurts. I hate to think that this is what I put you through. I'm so sorry."

He began to sob again.

"Please don't cry" You mumbled as a tear slid down your own cheek.

His words almost broke you. You had replayed the day he left over and over again in your mind and had came to a conclusion that he really didn't care about you at all. But here he was pouring his heart out to you, showing you that he really did care.

"Y/n can I kiss you, one last time?' He asked weakly.

You nodded your head, multiple tears now flowing down your cheeks.

He crashed his lips into yours. You missed the way his kiss felt so much. The way he hooked one hand around your waist to pull you closer, the way he was so passionate but also so gently and caring, the way no matter how many times you kissed you got butterflies.

This kiss was full of meaning. So passionate, almost hungrily but so soft, gentle and caring. It was perfect.

#conor maynard #conormaynardimagine #jack maynard #joe sugg #mikey pearce #oli white #caspar lee #josh pieters #byron langley #buttercreamsquad #buttercream #buttercream squad imagine #buttercream gang #youtuber #youtuber Imagine #YouTube

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GAGEGN ch8

[index/summary]

REPORT: Regarding the housing arrangements of the "Science Team" and co.

Darnold wasn’t sure how the science team was able to just plunge themselves right back into action when they robbed several banks, and then the White House—he was perfectly comfortable staying behind, providing support through potions, intel, and organization. Darnold wasn’t even entirely sure how this all worked, though; clearly, for some reason, the strings of reality decided to drop them right back into another video game. A different one entirely, in fact. Darnold stayed in some headquarters they were provided, receiving all the cash they’d managed to grab and splitting it up evenly as best as he could as he waited for them to return. It was a nice, repetitive motion to keep him occupied while he tried not to panic about reality.

Eventually, though, after an incredibly close call, the group returned to what Darnold had come to understand as the “real world” with all the money they’d stolen. Darnold panicked about it at first—what sorts of strange consequences would come from them bringing video game objects into the real world? Exactly how punishable was it to claim video game money as real, if people found them out? But the rest of the Science Team—and also Benry now—insisted to Darnold again and again it would be alright, so he forced himself to relax, just revel in the amount of money he had now after that and all the settlement money.

Darnold was sat in a public library near his hotel, the amount of time Dr. Breen was willing to pay for the room quickly running low. Not that it was too much of an issue, Darnold reminded himself—he could renew the room himself if he wanted with all the money he had now, but in his irrational, anxiety-ridden brain, he’d begun to see it as a hard deadline to find his own permanent home. He scrolled through house listings on one of the computers there, the timer in the corner of the screen ticking lower and lower as his hour of computer time ran out. He had several numbers taken down to call later for house viewings, but god, even now that he could afford it, it was a massively stressful decision to be making. Darnold let out a deep sigh as his phone rumbled in his pocket, taking a brief break to flip his phone open and check his messages. TOMMY!!☆♥☆: hi darnold DARNOLD: hi! TOMMY!!☆♥☆: r u still looking for a house? DARNOLD: yeah :( are u? TOMMY!!☆♥☆: kinda TOMMY!!☆♥☆: i was wondering if u would wanna b roommates? TOMMY!!☆♥☆: we could split the cost and b in the same neighborhood as the rest of the science team TOMMY!!☆♥☆: i emailed u 1 of the house listings i saw :) TOMMY!!☆♥☆: only if ur ok with that of course!

Darnold tabbed over to his email and, sure enough, there was a new one from Tommy. He clicked the link, finding a nice, four bedroom/three bathroom house that was well within his price range, assuming he and Tommy split the cost evenly.

Darnold leaned back in his chair as he thought about it. It was a nice house, he assessed as he clicked through the provided photos. And if he was going to live with anyone from the Science Team (or Benry), he’d pick Tommy in a heartbeat. Did he want a roommate, though? He’d hated the idea of a roommate so deeply years ago, but...it was nice to be spending more time with people socially, actually; he’d still have his own space to isolate in if he needed, but Tommy would always be there, close by whenever he was lonely. An uncontrollable smile quickly spread across his face. That sounded really nice, actually. DARNOLD: thats a nice house! DARNOLD: i would love to check it out with u :) TOMMY!!☆♥☆: :D TOMMY!!☆♥☆: ok ill call for a showing then

It all moved so quickly from there. Tommy and Darnold went to the showing, weighed their options briefly, then split the cost of the house. They moved what few belongings they had after leaving everything but the clothes on their backs behind at Black Mesa—Darnold had bought a few sets of clothes to get him by while he lived in the hotel, and that was pretty much all he had to move—then rented a small moving van to make a trip for furniture. They had made a comprehensive, thorough list of things they would need that they followed religiously as they wandered through the massive store; furnishing an entire house from scratch was no laughing matter, unfortunately, but it wasn’t all stressful. He and Tommy had fun selecting their furniture, and were in the section for couches when they spotted a familiar face accompanied by a small child.

“Mr. Freeman!” Tommy exclaimed. He took Darnold by the wrist, Darnold’s face burning hot at the contact as he let Tommy drag him over to Gordon. “Are you buying furniture, too?”

“Oh, hey guys!” Gordon greeted with a smile, holding the child’s hand tightly as he tried to reach for a massive plush set out nearby. “Yeah, I figure I should replace some of my old shit, now that I can. That couch was getting pretty old.”

Tommy nodded knowingly. “Yeah, that’s a good move.”

“So, you guys are moving in together?” Gordon asked. The brief glance down at Tommy’s hand, fingers still wrapped loosely around Darnold’s wrist, was not lost on Darnold.

“Yup!” Tommy replied with a nod. “It’s gonna be really cool, living—being in the same neighborhood. It’ll be like the dorms, but nicer.”

Darnold chuckled at the memory of his old dorm. “Yeah. Much nicer.”

When the child tugged harder on Gordon’s hand, Gordon glanced down at him, smiling and scooping him up in his arms. “Oh! By the way. Darnold, this is my son, Joshua.”

Darnold grinned at Joshua, who didn’t look too interested in Darnold. “Hey, Joshua. I’m Darnold.”

Joshua only stared at Darnold briefly before turning to Tommy. “Where’s Sunkist?”

Tommy laughed. “Sorry, she’s at home.”

“Hey, actually, since we’re all here...” Gordon said, setting Joshua down and holding his hand again, “do you think we could help each other out with the furniture building and moving? I mostly just like, need someone to be able to keep an eye on Josh, but y’know, the arm might make it kinda hard on my end, too.”

Gordon held up his right hand to demonstrate. Darnold hadn’t even noticed at first, but the tubes were gone, and in their place was what looked like part of the glove and sleeve from the HEV suit. Looking a little closer, he noticed the ball joints on the fingers and wrist; so, it was a prosthetic. Darnold put his finger to his chin thoughtfully. The tubes had grown right out of his arm after the potion. Just how many times did this man lose his arm? He wondered if there was still metal inside his upper arm from the tubes, or if they’d been removed, somehow. When he was snapped out of his contemplation by Tommy squeezing his wrist, Gordon was giving him a slightly amused look. Darnold’s face flushed in embarrassment.

“Huh—uhh, sorry, I spaced out.” Darnold muttered.

“So, you wanna work together on moving in?” Gordon repeated.

“Oh! Yeah.” Darnold nodded. “Moving on your own is bad enough. I can’t imagine moving with a kid to watch, too.”

“Sunkist can keep an eye on him.” Tommy suggested helpfully.

“I...don’t know how qualified a dog is to watch my son, but y’know, I think we’ll manage.”

The three of them finished shopping, then headed back to their neighborhood. Gordon’s prosthetic wasn’t quite dexterous enough to perform many fine, precise movements required for building furniture, but he was able to hold things up for Tommy and Darnold and read out directions, at least. Joshua ended up quite occupied with Sunkist after all, making it easy for the three to focus more heavily on their work. It took a long time, but eventually, they were finished with all the biggest, most exhausting tasks, and they all sat together in Gordon’s newly-furnished living room, watching some old VHS of Babe: Pig in the City Gordon happened to own as they drank their choices of special beverages—Tommy and Gordon opting for cheap alcohol while Darnold had a hot chocolate. Joshua had already gone to bed by that point, leaving them in relatively peaceful silence—at least, until everything surrounding Darnold disappeared.

No, that wasn’t right, he could still feel the couch beneath him; but that didn’t stop panic from surging in his chest. Beside him, Gordon let out a shriek, and he could feel him lunging off the couch.

“M-Mr. Freeman, it’s okay! It’s just the power!” Tommy blurted out.

Darnold instinctively reached for Tommy, desperate to confirm he was still there. He squeezed his hand tightly, looking in his direction—finding that the contact wasn’t even necessary. As Darnold’s eyes still struggled to adjust to the darkness, all he could see was the bright, pale golden glow of Tommy’s irises. Tommy squeezed his hand back, still holding onto Darnold as he stood and reached out for Gordon.

“Mr. Freeman—” Tommy repeated.

“Fuck!” Gordon shouted, and Darnold could hear a loud, dull thud. “Don’t—don’t touch me!”

“I’m sorry.” Tommy said gently. “Are you okay?”

Darnold blinked a few times, finally able to make out the vague outline of Gordon on the floor. He curled in on himself as Tommy knelt down—still holding onto Darnold’s hand.

“I—fuck, I’m fine, just...” Gordon wheezed. “Just give me a second.”

Darnold jumped in surprise at the sound of the front door opening. Gordon yelped in shock, scrambling to his feet as a new figure entered the house.

“Gordon, it’s me.” Bubby announced flatly, joined by the distinctive figure of Dr. Coomer. “We just came over to check if your power’s out, too.”

Gordon wheezed again, clutching his chest and dropping heavily to the floor.

“Oh dear, Gordon, are you alright?” Dr. Coomer asked.

“Alright, you baby, give me a second.” Bubby huffed, feeling his way into the kitchen as Dr. Coomer headed carefully towards Gordon.

Once Dr. Coomer was by Gordon’s side, Darnold saw Tommy’s eyes turn back towards him, squeezing his hand a little tighter.

“I-I’m fine.” Darnold said. It was true—now that his eyes were adjusting, his anxiety was starting to ease up a little bit. “Thanks, Tommy.”

Bubby returned shortly after with a source of light—a wooden spoon set on fire. Despite the blatant disrespect for Gordon’s belongings, he visibly relaxed now that he could see, burying his face in his left hand.

“Would you like me to calm you with my sweet voice?” Dr. Coomer suggested.

“God, no, no sweet voice shit.” Gordon grumbled. “I’m fine, seriously, just—you can ignore me.”

“You look very not fine, Gordon.” Bubby commented flatly.

“Yes, Gordon, I think—” Dr. Coomer started.

“I’m fucking serious! Just back off!” Gordon snapped. After a brief, shocked silence, he let out a shaky breath. “...Please.”

“I-I’m sorry, Gordon.” Dr. Coomer said, standing up and stepping back to give Gordon space.

“I’m gonna go check on Josh.” Gordon said quietly, taking the flaming spoon from Bubby. Gordon disappeared up the stairs, and everyone was quiet enough to hear the quiet creaking of a door opening.

“Yeesh.” Bubby whispered.

“We should, um, pick up some flashlights, sometime.” Darnold commented, if only to fill the awkward silence.

Eventually, Dr. Coomer began talking about some travel plans he’d made with Bubby for a little bit before Gordon returned with the still-flaming wooden spoon, an exhausted look in his eyes. He sat back down, pushing his hair that had fallen out of his ponytail behind his ear.

“Umm...sorry about yelling.” Gordon said awkwardly.

“That’s alright, Gordon.” Dr. Coomer replied in a friendly tone. “I’m certain the lights will be back on in no time.”

As if on cue, the lights flickered back on around them, rendering the flaming spoon useless.

“Ayyy, you were right.” Gordon said, his voice much more relaxed, now. “You guys wanna—”

Gordon stopped, a slack-jawed look of disbelief quickly spreading on his face. Darnold looked curiously at him, then followed his gaze past Dr. Coomer and Bubby. At the other end of the living room sat Benry, sitting in a folding metal chair Darnold didn’t recognize. He was wearing brand new pajamas underneath a hoodie—the tags still attached and everything—and a blue hunter’s hat lined with fur in place of his security uniform and helmet, looking back at everyone casually.

“Yo.” He greeted.

The room was eerily silent for a long moment before Gordon stood.

“Benry, get the fuck out of my house.” He said sternly through gritted teeth.

“Awww, man, but we’re all hangin’ out, you want me to miss that?” Benry questioned in heavy disappointment.

“Yes! Get out!” Gordon shouted.

“I think you gotta calm down, bro.” Benry mumbled, pulling out a Gameboy and turning it on.

Gordon stomped towards Benry, flaming spoon still gripped firmly in his hand. “Benry, if you don’t get the fuck out of my house, I—”

“Mr. Freeman, hold on!” Tommy suddenly exclaimed, pulling away from Darnold’s hand and catching up to Gordon. He gave him a long, concerned look before turning to Benry. “Umm—do you wanna come to me and Darnold’s house?”

Benry shrugged, stuffing the Gameboy in his pocket and picking up his metal chair, squeaking obnoxiously as he pushed it closed. Darnold stood as well, casting an awkward glance at the rest of the Science Team as he prepared to leave with Tommy.

“Goodnight, Mr. Freeman.” Tommy said as he turned to follow Benry towards the front door.

Gordon frowned, a deeply conflicted look on his face. “...Night.”

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[curlyshepards]

LITERALLY i want all of them for curly shepard

IM SORRY TO THE MOBILE USERS WHO THIS WILL NOT APPEAR UNDER A READ MORE FOR

What does their bedroom look like?

idk why i’m such a firm believer of this BUT: tim and curly share a room, so typically half of it is clean and the other half (curly’s half) is a fucking mess all the time

Do they have any daily rituals?

every day for lunch at school him & his friends just go under the bleachers and drink. unfortunately curly has no limits so when lunch is over he usually just ends up ditching the rest of the day to go continue drinking somewhere else

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

he doesn’t make a conscience effort to exercise, but he walks basically everywhere when tim has the car. so he’s in pretty good shape bc of that & bc of fighting

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

curly has never made dinner a day in his life and will never make an attempt to nor does anyone want him to. if theres nothing already made at the house he’ll either just go without or go to the diner

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

he’s a generally messy person, but he takes pride in his looks so he takes care of himself. he’s always clean shaven and smells really good. his room, however, is a disaster scene

Eating habits and sample daily menu

usually not awake for breakfast, and for lunch he’ll scrap up whatever he can find in his house (probably ends up being a sandwich or cereal) and for dinner he’ll follow tim somewhere and make him buy him dinner. he loves eating at the diner and never underestimate his ability to eat breakfast meals at 11 o clock at night

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

his sole reason for going to school is to waste time (thats what he tells everyone at least but its rlly because tim will not let him drop out) but if hes not in school then he’s probably just walking around his neighborhood w/ his friends or hanging out at the strip trynna start fights

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

dont.....really know what this means. all im thinkin about is that chocolate stuff. but he likes chocolate so lets go with that. he could eat 50 kit kats in a row, probably

Makeup?

makeup sex? absolutely. he’ll start a fight with his boo just for the sex

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

i honestly dont see him having a mental illness

Intellectual pursuits?

intellectual isn’t really his thing. BUT  i can see him really liking labs and stuff

Favorite book genre?

he hATES reading, but mostly because he’‘s dyslexic and he was brought up thinking that he was dumb bc he had trouble reading. ponyboy is the one that ends up helping him, though, and sometimes he’ll read to curly (action books bc they’re the only ones that’ll keep curly’s attention. there are numerous times he regrets the decision bc curly cant keep quiet for more than a few minutes.)

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

(i can already see the purly supporters @’ing me yikes) but PERSONALLY i think he’s straight. idk what this means by thoughts on s.o. in general but im bisexual ??? idc about sexual orientation ??

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

he’s got a lot of scars, mostly on his knuckles but a few up and down his arms. he’s deathly allergic to seafood but doesn’t care bc it looks gross to him anyway.

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

biggest: honestly just making it through another day is an achievement to him

smallest: he swears that one day he will beat sodapop curtis in a drag race

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

biggest: being as respected as tim is when he’s older

smallest: he will own a puppy at some point

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

white t-shirt, jeans, tennis shoes, and if its not too hot then a leather jacket. he hates jean jackets tho and WILL make fun of anyone who wears them

Favorite beverage?

beer. but also pepsi. hes weird.

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

we’re about to get deep. on good nights he just thinks about his day. there’s never a boring time with him, so he’s always got a lot to think about. he could be thinking about a girl he’s met or just hooked up with, or about what his friends got into. on bad nights though, he thinks about his dad and how he never got to know him. he thinks about how maybe he’ll never be like tim, and he’ll never be the brother that angie falls back on (that doesn’t bother him as much as it should, but it still pops into his mind) the number one thing that keeps him awake is never amounting to the shepard name

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

just stupidity. he broke a lot of bones, needed a lot of stitches, and was bed bound too many times to count. there was one incident that tim loves to tell: the first time curly got into a fight. the guy was two times bigger than curly, but he didn’t care. the fight was done in 5 minutes, and curly had his first broken nose

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

turn ons: i can see him really liking outgoing girls/ girls that are upfront. also neck kisses, collarbone kisses, hair pulling, back scratching

turn offs: daddy kink (seriously, its gross, stop forcing this on my son. he already has enough daddy issues) but nothing else really he will do basically anything

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

either a very crude & poorly done drawing or a sign that says “curly is the hottest shepard”

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

he is NOT. it doesnt really bother him that hes disorganized, but it drives tim up the wall. he’s always getting onto curly for being a slob

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

he doesn’t really care, but since he’s forced to go to school he might as well enjoy something, which ends up being the labs in science. he likes the dissections, mostly, but he thinks looking into the microscopes are cool too (mostly bc him and his friends make shapes out of the slides)

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

alive, hopefully

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

he kinda just takes it day by day and doesnt care about the future. hes a strong believer that things will fall into place if theyre supposed to happen

What is their biggest regret?

probably being too emotional and not toughening up enough when he was younger

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

SO this is an OC but his best friend is a guy in the gang named brian. his worst enemy is also in the gang and his name is jimmy and he fucking hates that kid.

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

he’s probably the one that caused the disaster, so he immediately tries to fix it on his own. which usually works, but it leaves a mess behind that he’ll attempt (and fail) to cover up. a few hours later he’ll get chewed out by tim.

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

so lets say tim dies. tim is the only person that curly is really close to, because if there’s one thing that he learned from his brother it’s to never let anyone too close. but he always thought that tim would be there for him so he worshipped him. but ANYWAY tim dies and curly shuts down. i can honestly see him losing it bc tim was all curly ever knew, he was always there to fix the mess curly got himself in and now he’s just kinda alone in the world. he’d still have the gang, but they’d remind him too much of his brother, so he’d eventually cut ties with them. it’d take a major, new person to bring him out of his stump, and thats if he ever really brings himself back to normal

Most prized possession?

the hand-me-down leather jacket tim gave him

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

doesnt really care about them bc he doesnt have a lot. he likes the things with meaning, but couldnt care less about expensive & nice things

Concept of home and family?

hes VERY family oriented and a huge mama’s boy, but he hates his step dad. he’d do anything to protect angela and anything that tim asked him. family always comes first with him

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

it kinda depends. on his sexual life hes really TMI, but about emotions and family and secrets he’s really private. you could count on one hand the amount of people that he’s told private stuff to, and even then they don’t know the full story. i think the only people who would ever truly know him are tim and his significant other

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

football!! and hes actually good at it. tim never plays tho so the only time he gets to is with the curtis gang

What makes them feel guilty?

fucking up on a gang job and letting tim down

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

more emotional!! that’s the biggest difference between curly and tim. tim will think of the long-term effects before making a decision, where curly is more of an “act now, think later” type person. his decisions are usually the wrong ones, but they make for a better story

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

i’d wanna say type B, because he is super laid back and easy going and isn’t really competitive (unless its for a joke)

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

getting away for a while. he loves driving and ive always seen him as having a little secluded spot that he goes to by himself during his teenage years. eventually though he finds the right person that he can take, and just being with them makes him feel better

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

neither tbh. he may think that he’s better than some greasers (because honestly he is) but he doesnt think of himself as above other classes. he finds it unfair that socs and middle class people have a superiority complex, so it’d be dumb for him to have one. he just thinks everyone should be equal (but he knows theyre not, and for that reason he’ll fight any soc he can get his hands on)

How misanthropic are they?

hes very easy to get along with if you come from the same type of neighborhood. he’s open to everyone that’s cool with his gang, but he’ll be the worst kind of person to rival gangs and rich people. so he doesnt dislike people, because he can be a really cool guy, you just have to come from his streets

Hobbies?

football, fighting, drinking, poker. y’know, d00d stuff

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

he graduates high school and thats it. and he definitely values self education more, the stuff he’s learned by himself ahve been more useful to him than the Pythagorean theorem ever will be  

Religion?

he believes in a god but never really thinks about it. hes not religious by any means but i think it kinda comforts him knowing something comes after life

Superstitions or views on the occult?

he doesnt believe in superstitions imo!!

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

both. he’ll talk a big game and then follow through with his promises

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

THE QUESTION IVE BEEN WAITING FOR OK if curly ever fell in love, it’d be with someone making him feel okay with being him. they’d make him want to be a better man & not just a mini tim. they’d have to accept that curly would always idolize his brother, but they’d also help him detach a little. they’d love him for him and accept the fact that they can’t change him. they’d probably be just as wild as he is, bc they’d have to keep up with his lifestyle. they couldn’t take life too seriously and would never know what the future had in store for them. i can see curly eventually being able to be romantic, but it’d never be in public

How do they express love?

kisses, holding hands, little acts of kindness (giving them something that reminded him of them, asking how their day was, remembering little things)

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

daddy came to win

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

nah i dont think he is. i think he’s kinda accepted that there is a very real possibility that he won’t make it past 30 w the way he’s living, so that’s why he takes it day by day

#long post #VERY LONG PSOT #Anonymous