#anyways bleh who cares bout that

[stevebabey]

let the kisses linger

word count: 3.3k summary: Steve Harrington is not your boyfriend, not yet. So far you’ve had a couple sweet kisses and an infuriating amount of dates spent with him making you nervous. Now, you just want to kiss him like you mean it, more than a peck, and maybe ask him to be your boyfriend while you do it. Steve beats you to it, on both counts. [cheeky tiny makeout + gn!reader (but r is mentioned to wear a bikini) + first relationship!reader]

It starts with a touch.

You’ve come to learn it always does with Steve. Fingers skirting along any bare skin he can find, drawing a line on your waist when just a sliver is exposed. Along the ridge of your neck, curling his hand to rest against your shoulder. His fingertips tease at your neck, feather-soft touches that can make you shiver if you’re not expecting it.

You think he does it just to see the goosebumps that trail in the wake of his touch. From the way he always grins, like the cat that got the cream, you’re probably right.

Steve can’t help it. You’re so responsive.

Maybe it’s because it’s new, this thing between you and Steve — you’ve been on a couple dates together after a string of painfully obvious flirtations over the Family Video counter that Robin had been forced to witness. You’ve just not quite sealed the deal yet.

However, even though Steve’s had more girlfriends than he can count on one hand, this part? Never gets old.

The electricity. The dance, the build-up; getting to see how you react when you’re not quite expecting him to be as close and touchy as he is.

He adores all of it. The delightful shudder you give when he slips his fingers into your hair, gifting a soft scratch along your scalp when you two had gotten cozy during a film. Your gloriously warm cheeks give you away even though Steve can read exactly when you’re nervous.

You’re utterly precious to him — and Steve wouldn’t exchange your shy smiles, flushed cheeks, or your nervous little reactions that are all because of him, for anything in the world.

Maybe it’s because you’re new to this.

First date, first time holding hands, first kiss — you’ve given them all to Steve. With the seriousness he takes them all, wholly prepared to blow your expectations out of the water, you feel you can trust them with him.

But even with trust, there’s no quelling the sticky nervousness that runs free beneath your skin when his hands begin to wander.

At first, it made you freeze. Not sure how to relax under hands that just want to hold you, touch you, just cos’ they can.

You think it took, maybe, a whole hour for you to relax and let yourself slump against Steve on your fourth date, curled up together on the couch. You think Steve knew of your nervousness and thanked him silently for his nonchalance at your stiffness. Not one comment was made.

You had relaxed into his side eventually. Steve, of course, had then gone and wrapped an arm around you and pulled you back into his chest and you’d gone straight back to tensed up.

His arms were wound around your middle, hands resting on your tummy and you hadn’t a clue on how you were supposed to be calm about it. You had mentally cursed his pretty hands, and his warm arms, and prayed to whoever was listening to grant you some semblance of strength.

And then, the bastard had leaned down, lips ghosting the shell of your ear, and whispered, “Y’can relax, sweetheart.”

You could practically hear the grin, cursing how you tensed up more — and forced yourself to melt against him. His arms tightened, pulling you closer as if this had been his plan all along. Steve’s chuckle wouldn’t have been audible if you hadn’t been so close to him.

Yeah, he definitely knew how nervous he made you.

The difference between then and now? Now, you want his wandering touch. Steve had been so sweet and good in the beginning, a little bit of teasing to watch you blush and squirm, and then he’d back off. Make sure you were actually comfortable.

You’re not sure you’ll shake the nerves with him — it’s just a Steve thing. He’s gorgeous, you’re nervous, the sky is blue, yadda yadda.

But how do you send a different message — tell him that he’s started a hunger in you that’s not quite satisfied with fleeting touches — when all you can do is shiver and blush when he puts his hands on you?

However you do, you need to figure it out, like, stat.

Today, in the blistering swell of summer, it’s getting near unbearable. At the Harrington house, Steve’s invited the party around for a bit of a pool party and you think you might die if you get to see him shirtless for any longer without getting your hands on him.

Steve’s meanly decided to forgo his shirt. It leaves him walking around in only slightly too short swim shorts and a smirk that says he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You get a tasty eyeful of his warm tan skin on display through the patio doors, your eyes tracking each mole on his skin. He’s scooping the pool free of leaves and you honestly feel like this is the start of some shitty porno with you lusting over the pool-boy. You’re fairly sure he knows you’re staring which makes it worse. He’s evil.

The muscles in his back ripple as he cleans, biceps bulging deliciously and you might seriously start drooling at the sight—how did you get him to go out with you, again?

“You’re drooling.”

Beside you in the kitchen, big sunglasses pushing back her fringe, Robin manages to startle you with her silent appearance. You jump just a bit, tearing your eyes away from Steve — you hadn’t heard her approach.

Your hand flies to your mouth, wiping fast. Embarrassment flushes up when you swipe at nothing and Robin cackles at the sight. 

You roll your eyes but it does little to deter the heat in your face.

“I’m just messing with ya,” She nudges her shoulder against yours, her grin looking far too cheeky for your liking. Like she could read into every thought that had just been streaming through your head. You silently hope not.

“I wasn’t- there was no drooling.” You say, the conviction in your voice weakening with each word.

Robin wrinkles her nose. “That was a lie of epic proportions. You so were.”

You pout a bit, embarrassment still shining through. Robin just grins further and adjusts her sunglasses. She heads to the fridge, pulls it open, and plucks out some orange juice, beginning to drink from the bottle.

“No shame.” She says lightly, between a gulp, then reconsiders after a moment, her eyes bright. “Okay, a little shame — you looked ready to jump him right here and now.”

Your face might rival the sun in heat right now.

“But he’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?” It comes out a bit gargled from the juice she’s yet to swallow. Boyfriend comes out like bwoyfend. She continues after a swallow. “If anyone’s allowed to ogle, it’d be you, no?”

Uh oh. The B-word. The not-yet official name that you’re not sure you’re allowed to use in reference to Steve just yet.

“Um,” you cough a bit, wondering if you can skirt around the question. Yes some part of you sings, because you really really want him to be. You have to scold yourself for fibbing, even if it’s only in your head. Robin takes another swig, her eyes still on you.

“Not exactly.” You admit sheepishly, a hand coming up to rub the back of your neck. “We haven’t— he hasn’t- it’s not like that. Yet.”

Robin grins as she watches you fumble for words, screwing the cap back on the OJ. She leans her hip against the countertop, casting a glance out the window.

You go to follow her look and then think the better of it, focusing back on Robin. Like you need your blush to get any more fierce.

“Dingus is being stupid. He probably just needs a nudge.” Her eyes spy the thin cherry-red strap of your bikini, peeking out beneath your cotton shirt. “I’m sure that bikini will do the trick.”

She seems to hear herself, her eyes widening a moment later, slipping into a raspy ramble you know well. “Though, it should be said I totally believe Steve likes you for your personality. He’s not like— he wouldn’t just- he’s a multi-faceted man with many many layers!”

It all bursts out a bit frantic, so very Robin. You’re both amused at her insistence that Steve doesn’t just view you as eye-candy and grateful for the way she’s managed to melt off some of your nerves, huffing a small laugh at her dramatics.

“Who is?” Steve asks, voice cutting into the conversation.

You startle a moment, surprised. He’s standing in the doorway that leads out to the pool, both arms stretched above his head to grasp the top of the door frame, leaning into it. You can’t help the way your gaze instantly draws up along his arms, far too fixated on the delicious show of his muscles to properly focus on answering his question.

“Certainly not you, dingus.” Robin comments, already clocking the hazed expression on your face. She recognizes the same absurd flirting face on Steve she’d become far too familiar with at Scoops and takes her cue, orange juice in hand.

“People arrive in like 5 minutes, just remember!” The knowing in her tone makes you consider blushing again, just to be ashamed of how quickly she had read you for filth.

Steve certainly seems to know too. He drops his arms, waltzing in to meet you in the kitchen and you will yourself not to step back when he comes a little closer than expected.

“This is a nice little number,” he murmurs, voice low. His eyes are trained on your shoulder and before you ask what he means, his hand comes up, fingers toying with the strap of your bikini. Where his skin meets yours, fire streaks beneath it, like a connecting point of static electricity.

“You think?” You ask a little breathier than you’re intending. It nearly makes you scrunch your face up in cringe, feeling a familiar glow in your cheeks.

You don’t, only because when Steve nods, teeth scraping his bottom lip for a moment and eyes wandering over your face, he looks a little lovestruck. Like he can’t believe you’re real.

His other hand comes up, both his palms resting on your shoulders and he trails them down your arms lightly, soft touches, til both your hands are in his.

“Come show me out in the sunlight?” He asks, cocking his head back out to the pool. His hands tug you ever-so-slightly. You can’t help but oblige, letting him pull you out, barely holding back your smile as he does.

There’s just something about when he touches you. Steve Harrington is a man all about touch and you’ve been going crazy finding out just how touchy he can get when you’re the one in his heart.

You amble out onto the tiles behind him and squint just a bit at the change in lighting, the bright rays of midday casting down onto the backyard. It’s mildly warm out, balmy, and with just a hint of a breeze that ruffles your shirt for a moment. 

Steve’s feet move nimbly to suddenly redirect you both — walking you both against the side of the house, til your back presses against the wall. You’re just out of view of the sliding doors, and you’d be foolish to think it’s not by design. Come show me out in the sunlight? His words echo in your head, inciting a familiar warmth in your cheeks.

“Steve—?”

“I’m gonna kiss you now if that’s okay,” He breathes, voice suddenly a lot heavier than it had been inside. Like it might actually ache inside if he doesn’t get his lips against your skin — like perhaps your lips held the antidote to a poison that was making his blood sing for your touch.

One of his hands releases your own to travel up, curling along your jaw, fingertips sliding into your hair. His eyes are still drinking in every detail of your face, affection mixed with something darker conveyed across his features.

His fingers caress along your scalp, thumb along your neck, tantalizing touches that you’re sure he’s not even aware he’s doing. But still, he doesn’t kiss you, waiting for a yes. God, he’s sweet.

Especially considering the answer is a huge fat unanimous yes.

It’s been a yes since the moment you saw him today. It’s been a thousand yes’ piling up in the weeks of seeing him, building up from the first time you kissed him and somehow bit his lip and he had only laughed and soothed it against your own.

Your yes has been growing inside you, the desire to kiss him like you mean it and leave him pink in the face and pretty.

It only takes one tiny please falling off your lips for Steve to close the gap, his lips brushing against yours. He kisses you, gentle for a moment - til a hunger overtakes and the kisses quickly turn hot and fast.

There’s urgency coiled up beneath your skin and it bursts to the surface at his kiss, the feeling you’ve been desperately craving. Steve gives you what you want gladly.

His grip in your hair tightens slightly, his kiss turning a little more fierce, and you keen and eagerly return it. His other hand has found your waist, startling a small gasp out of you when his warm palm covers your hip and bring you closer. His lips break away, just enough to take in some air and let you breath a moment, then he dives back in.

Kissing Steve, you’re quickly learning, is pure delirium.

His lips are soft and greedy and he steals kisses as quick as you can give them. There’s a quiet hum in the back of his throat, borderline a groan — and when you remember your hands, moving them from awkwardly hovering at your side to cup his face, fingers delving into his hair, the groan breaks free.

“You,” He pauses his attack of affection, lips still an inch from yours. Your eyes blink open, not aware of when they had closed. Steve’s scanning your face, looking for something, lips already pinker from your kisses. “You good? Not too much f’you?”

Your heart pounds a little faster at his care. His attentive gaze tracks your emotions to make sure he hasn’t pushed you too far, that you’re not overwhelmed by the affection. He’s so fucking nice.

You are overwhelmed, just a bit. It’s impossible not to when Steve kisses the way he does; so sweet, and like he envies anything that’s ever touched your lips. It’s pure passion, in a way you can’t even begin to describe.

The heat under your skin burns hotter. The places he touches you — his fingers in your hair, his hand on your waist, the press of his body against yours — all glow gloriously warm. Steve looks so stupidly hot, you nearly want to whine aloud about how unfair it is.

His chest is heaving a bit, a flush up his neck, his hair tousled from your grip on it. In the buttery sunlight, he’s golden and the same moles you had been staring at not 10 minutes ago look even more divine this close. You want to kiss each one, connect them with a press of your lips, and leave little marks of your own.

You want to devour him; you start and answer his question, with another kiss.

Steve’s surprise is only shown in his parted lips, a small gasp swallowed in the kiss, and you take it as an invitation, a hot swipe of your tongue across his lower lip. You take it between your own, a ghost of a nibble that makes him shudder delightfully beneath you.

Steve kisses back fervently and just when you think you’ve got the rhythm, sighing into his mouth, he pulls back. You make a noise of dissatisfaction and he chuckles lowly at it.

You don’t even get a moment to ask what’s wrong, your eyes still comfortably closed as Steve stays close, pressing his forehead down against yours. In a raspy whisper, just for you, he says, “Be mine?”

Your eyes fly open at that, some pocket of air whooshing out your lungs. He’s watching you intently, caramel eyes that give away his nervousness even if his voice hadn’t wavered. This close, you can see a smattering of freckles that dot his nose and you swear, inside your chest, your heart just sighs. He’s so pretty it hurts.

You’ve only been awed silence for a few seconds before his nose nudges yours, hand on your waist pulling you even closer. Before you can find your words, he asks it again— in between peppering soft kisses up the side of your face. “Be mine, please?”

“You- You wanna be my boyfriend?” You ask, not meaning to sound so disbelieving.

A nervous laugh titters out as you lean in closer instinctively. Your heart feels as though it’s going to beat out of your chest, as wild as a hummingbird’s wings, and it makes you grin— your lips curl up involuntarily, completely unable to help the way you beam.

“Of course,” Steve laughs lightly, nuzzling his nose against yours. Then, because he seems to have a pattern of being awfully repetitive today, his voice turns softer, all sincere when he whispers, “Of course.”

Damn him. Every time you think you’re close to settling those butterflies, to biting back the nerves that make your spine tingle, he swoops in and one-ups himself — does or says something else stupidly romantic so that all you can is grin like a dope.

You’re not proud of the giddy little noise that slips out of you when you nod excitedly, cheeks already starting to ache from how wide your grin is. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to stop smiling enough to kiss him again but Steve doesn’t bother waiting. The next kiss is a bit fumbled, both of you smiling too much to properly kiss but one or two more softens your smiles.

You kiss him hard, remember your hands and tug him close, closer, he’s not close enough — a pleased hum comes from your boyfriend’s throat and even the word in your mind makes you smile too much to keep kissing him.

A sharp rap against the sliding doors makes you whip your head to the side, both you and Steve looking perfectly guilty of being caught in your makeout. Slightly swollen lips, bitten and pink, on the both of you, not to mention the close proximity of the pair of you pressed against the house.

“Ahem,” Robin clears her throat from where she stands, out from the doorway since she had come looking for you. “Guests are arriving if you’d cared to notice.”

Part of you droops, entirely fixated on stealing a thousand kisses from Steve and maybe leaving a few marks of your own. His disappointed huff, barely audible, lets you know Steve is well on the same page as you.

Extracting yourself from his arms, you press him back with your fingertips planted in the middle of his chest. Steve turns back to you, groans aloud like he’s about to complain, and it just furthers your smile into a smirk.

“Plenty of time for that later,” You say, still sounding too giddy to come out as confident as you’re aiming for. Internally, some part of you sings, glad you’re finally confident enough in yourself that you verge from skittish nerves into playful teasing.

Your fingers on his chest twitch, walking up to the line of his collarbones and lingering on the base of his throat. Steve watches you closely, gaze a little hungrier than before, and then he huffs again, playfully slapping your hand away from his chest.

“Oh my god, I’ve created a monster!” He covers his face dramatically and throws his head back, egged on by the laughter that escapes you. The expanse of his throat is bared, hot tan skin that is begging to be littered with love bites. You take the thought and bookmark it, for later.

“C’mon then, boyfriend.” You say, just ‘cos you can. Steve grins. Your chest burns beautifully, in a way you never want to quench.

Besides, you can quell that hunger later. He is your boyfriend now, after all.

#SLAYYYBOOOO this was fun to write #i think i say that with every piece but #I WANNA MAKEOUT POOLSIDE WITH MISTER STEVE HARRINGTON #this was written originally to write a makeout and then it kinda got too long by the time i reached the makeout lmao #oh well #[inserts bernie sanders meme] I Am Once Again Asking Is It Coherent & Does It Flow #i knooooo that i have to write in batches but it always irks me cos im NEVER exactly in the same brain #anyways bleh who cares bout that #actually i do Blease give me Feedback #would u like more of this? more of the angsty stuff? #ruby writes #ruby writes steve #steve harrington #steve #harrington #steve x reader #steve x yn #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x yn #steve fic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve imagine #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #steve harrington oneshot #POSTED AT 11.11 BABEY

[unadulterated-syd]

yippee i finally wrote !!

spiderman x gn! reader

warnings -> unedited,, fluff + platonic (maybe pt 2 can develop relationship and pt 1 can stay platonic.)

synopsis -> strangers become friends, and friends become strangers

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Fight after fight, at some point it became a game of cat and mouse— an imfamous game of tag. One you wished would have lasted forever, even though nothing had ever lasted that long.

You'd simply vanished, a ghost in Peter's memory. But to him it never felt like you were gone— every corner he swung passed, every newspaper that reported crime, every school day he looked for your mask in a sea of people.

At some point you'd stopped being his worst enemy, his biggest nightmare, and instead replaced the dark parts of his mind with hope.

Because even he felt like he was alone sometimes, but the memory of you kept the gears in his mind running, spinning and crunching as if fighting for something he didn't know of.

He was a hero sure, but he was a friend first. He'd just never expected you to be the one he made that rule for, a villian he fought endlessly only to realize he'd never wanted to catch you as a hero, but as a friend.

It had been months since he saw you, constellation— the media had called you, though you'd never cared for formalities with him.

You had a saying, but nome of the public knew about it, only him. You'd always told him you prefered vigilante— you weren't a bad person, but one who understood there were people who fed off of your neighbor's pain.

Ceos, men high in power, whom sat atop it all, whilst your mother worked endlessly to provide. Men who got money they wanted, not needed.

That's why he'd never caught you, because somewhere a line was drawn. He was a hero with heart, he understood struggle and pain. But mostly, he understood you, your reasons, your morals.

However, tonight was different, a shadow bouncing across the night. He knew it was you, he wouldn't mistake you, no not with how much he'd dreamt of you.

He swung to the top of your building, you were there often.

"It's the highest tower here, on this side of town anyway." He recalled you calling to him, when he'd chased you over the ledge. "Harder to catch me when im one with the sky, isn't it?"

He far from knew your name, and he wouldn't dare call you by the name the media had given you. So he didn't call, but you could recognize his steps— if it had been anyone else you weren't sure you'd have stayed there.

"The media hates me, dude."

"Well, you do claim to be a villian in the public eye, just sayin'"

"C'mon, they wouldn't believe vigilante bullshit, i'm not Batman."

He'd remembered laughing,

"How 'bout Constellation? Pretty cool name, if you ask me."

"Bleh, doesn't even suit me bro, they just picked something and ran with it."

"What? You don't like your name! Why didn't you tell them?" He practically spit the drink he'd been sharing with you out, "C'mon nip it in the butt while you can, right?"

"Villian, remember?"

"I'll find something better, something cooler, promise."

"Says, the Spiderman.."

"Hey! It totally suits me."

"Where've you been..?" He called, hesitantly. He was worried he'd been the problem, had you never felt he was a friend? Maybe he'd been to harsh when he'd asked you to join his side.

He remembered how confused you were when he'd asked you to be a hero— the pain in your face when you told him the world would never accept someone as messed up as you.

Even he couldn't convince you of your potential, because in the end the only true support you needed was your own.

He couldn't see much of you— a glimmer of light where your eyes were, the outline of your costume. All he knew was that you'd turned to look at him.

"Hi." You answered simply, looking out over the side of the building, "Sorry, no crime today, Mr. Hero. Initiating patrol, or.. initiating you continuing your patrol?"

"What're you doing up here, in costume, if not to do crime?"

You let out a breath you hadn't known you were holding, looking back to him as you bounced on your heels.

"Came to tell you I was done. No more crime, nothing like that. Figured after this much time I couldn't leave you hanging."

"Why?"

"Just seems like a good time, man. You've got bigger problems than lil' old me now. I think I ought to respect that, you can't stop us all and I know you'll try."

"I don't want to catch you.." He tried to grasp a name, anything to call you, anything but Constellation.

"Y/n." You nodded, "Not like it's a big secret anymore, that's my name. If anyone deserves to know it's you."

"Y/n.." It rolled off his tongue, he recognized it, yet he didn't. Like his mind had made you up, and was catching up as it realised it never really knew you.

"I don't want to catch you." He repeated, "You're my friend, you're not a villain."

"Friend?"

"Yeah, yeah you're my friend— I never wanted to catch you, Y/n I get you more than I get anyone, like, ever? Everything you do makes sense, that's why you let me catch you, that's why I let you go."

You just stared at him, it was silent for awhile— had he fucked up again? But your only response was to pull him into a hug.

"You don't owe me a name, nothing. I just hope we can be friends still. I like it that way— I like that you get it. I like you, you're my friend. My friend."

It was almost a disbelief, something that hung over you both in confusion. It wouldn't make much sense to anyone else, but it made all the more sense to the two of you.

"Peter, yeah. Peter Parker. I'm a lot different than you might think."

You pulled away, arms still slunk around one another, only to peak at him. "Nerdy loser, probably has an awesome collect of legos. Really gifted in chemistry?"

He looked at you confused, blinking as he took in your 'guess'.

"Parker, I'm messing with you, Y/n. As in Y/n L/n? Totally the same school, dude."

His mouth fell open, taking off his mask to let you see his insane expression. "Woah, man that's so cool— like awesome, like we've known eachother?"

"I guess, yeah, we totally did." You pulled your mask off all the same.

Somewhere down the line strangers became best friends, and somewhere down the line maybe a villain would have been the only true hero.

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-You Broke Me First- Draco Malfoy x  Female Reader

A/N: This image is based around the song You broke me first by Tate Mcrae this image with have two endings: angst and fluff

Summary: Draco cheated on you months ago with another Slytherin and you broke it off without second thought (as you should) but Draco wants you back

Warning: cheater Draco, yelling, cursing maybe?

House: Hufflepuff

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    It had been months since you last spoke to Draco Malfoy. He used to be the person you loved and thought loved you too. You were surprised that he gave you the time of day, but with some chatting and a bit of flirting you fell for him hard. The day he asked you out would forever be a cherished memory. You were sitting alone on the courtyard when he came up to you with white roses. You’d never forget the nervous look he had until you said yes.

    Being official was the best part. He would show everyone your his with sweet kisses or a arm around you. No guy dared to get close to you and you kinda liked not having guys flirt with you anymore. On one of your anniversaries he bought you a necklace. It was a simple silver chain with a beautiful emerald in the middle. It was small and shaped like a teardrop. It had you and Draco’s name on the back of it. You adored it, you still adore it.

    When seventh year rolled around Draco started to become distant, push himself away from you or shut you out, leaving you confused and hurt. He wouldn’t sit or talk to you. At one point you thought it was something you had done, but it wasn’t it was never your fault. It was a late night and Blaise invited you too a Slytherin party, Draco wouldn’t give you the time of day anymore.

    Blaise told you that it was Draco who wanted you to come, it made your heart flutter in hope that he still cared about you. When you showed up Draco was nowhere to be found. Thats until a girl came out of one of the boys dorms screaming about how she claimed the Slytherin prince. She had hickeys scattered across her neck and was fixing her shirt, your heart dropped as soon as you saw your boyfriend walking out behind her, with his black button up undone and  messy hair.

    As soon as your eyes met he looked saddened, but looked away right after. Had your meant nothing to him anymore? Tears blurred your vision as you ran off. Blaise calling your name behind you, but you didn’t look back. There was nothing to look back to. 

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   A week later Blaise had apologized for Draco’s actions and said he’d always be there for you if you needed it. You told him thanks, but he rarely ever talked to you after that either. You didn’t blame him. You wanted to be alone anyway. Draco made no attempt to speak to you. One day, you had gathered his things that he had left at your dorm room in a box. It contained his quidditch jumper, the notes he wrote you during class that you had kept and one of his many silver rings. He would put one on you and say one day you would be Mrs. Malfoy. What a cruel joke.

     You walked over to the Slytherin table during breakfast one morning and tapped Blaise’s shoulder he turned to look at you and gave you a smile. He took in the bags under your eyes, that were also puffy and red due to lack of sleep and crying. You gave him a half smile and handed him the box. After that you got up and left the great hall entirely.

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     Back to the present. It would have been your fifth anniversary today, why you still kept count? You didn’t know, but it was stupid. Hogwarts was destroyed after the wizard war and it took awhile for it to be put back together, but it happened. You went back to Hogwarts for your 8th year. You were in the program for students who wanted to retake &th year because of the war. You made friends with Hermione, she was pretty sweet.

     One day you were walking around the halls when you bumped into someone “Im so sorry i didn’t-” your words were cut off when you came face to face with the man who broke your heart, with the man you were still unfortunately in love with. Draco Malfoy, why did he have to be the one you ran into on your what would have been anniversary “Malfoy, i’m sorry for bumping into you” you said politely before continuing to walk.

     “I’m sorry” you heard him shout from behind you making you stop in your tracks “I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me, i’m sorry that i cheated on you, it breaks me to this day and i’d do anything to fix it” your jaw clenched. He was broken? he had no fucking right to say that. You spun on your heels and walked right up to him 

     “You broke me first, Malfoy” she seethed in anger. He looked shocked. You had never once raised your voice at him and he had never seen you anger. You were kind and sweet. Your were his little Hufflepuff girlfriend. You were his everything. You were enraged, your E/C eyes bore into him. He looked around before grabbing your hand. He pulled you both into a empty classroom.

        ‘Maybe you don't like talking too much about yourself’ 

     You didn’t care, you needed all this anger out and he was going to listen and shut up “Y/N listen. I didn’t tell you a lot of things when we were dating, but i want to now” he said and stepped closer to you, but you just backed away “But you shoulda told me that you were thinkin' 'bout someone else” your voice cracked slightly. You were going to be a bit emotional about this and you had every reason to be. Draco felt a pang in his chest as you spoke to him. THe hurt coming off of your voice was enough to make him cry.

      ‘You're drunk at a party or maybe it's just that your car broke down Your phone's been off for a couple months, so you're calling me now’

     “Y/N i’m so sorry. Just let me explain so we can fix this. I want you back in my life. You were supposed to be Mrs. Malfoy remember?” he pleaded and went to grab your hand, but you pulled it away. He couldn’t just say sorry and everything would be okay. That’s not how this works. You turned your head away from him “I know you, you're like this. When shit don't go your way you needed me to fix it. And like me, I did. But I ran out of every reason” 

     Draco listened to you speak, a lump forming in his throat. “Now suddenly you're asking for it back?!” you exclaimed and pushed him away. He stumbled back a bit “Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve?” and pushed him again. Tears ran down your face “Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had. But I don't really care how bad it hurts. When you broke me first” you choked out and pushed him one last time. 

       ‘You broke me first’

     You were in a full mania and back away, you laughed and wiped your tears from your face with the back of your hand roughly. You sat on top of a desk “Took a while, was in denial when I first heard, That you moved on quicker than I could've ever, you know that hurt” she swung her legs as she spoke remembering two weeks after you broke up he went out with Pansy Parkinson, you heard they broke up after his dad was sent to Azkaban. 

     “Swear for a while I would stare at my phone necklace just to see your name. But now that it's there, I don't really know what to say” you shrugged half heartedly as your hand fiddles with the necklace he gave around your neck, you never took it off, you just couldn’t. Draco looked at the necklace remembering when he bought it for you. It was a happy memory for him

     (the rest of the song isn’t needed so bleh)

          ♡~🐍~♡

     Angst Ending:

     You got off the desk and looked one last time at Draco who had tear tracks down his face, you reached behind your neck and unclipped the necklace. You dropped it into your palm and sighed. You finally had closure and got to say what you had wanted to. You walked up to him and grabbed his hand. He looked hopeful for a second before you placed the necklace into his hand and closed it. 

     “Please don’t do this” he whispered, more tears falling down. You shook your head and looked away, letting go of his hand “Goodbye Draco Malfoy, i wish you the best” you spoke politely, which broke his heart. You pushed open the classroom door and walked out. You walked down the hallway a heavy feeling being lifted off your chest.

     After that you felt free and happy without Draco, he still gave you sad glances sometimes, but with Hermione by your side she helped you with it and soon Draco Malfoy was a faded memory and you were stronger than ever. 

          ♡~🐍~♡

     Happy Ending:

     Draco walked over to you and you turned your gaze away quickly. He leaned in and you tried your hardest to not to look “My father forced me to become a death eater” he said making you gasp. He rolled up his sleeve to show you his dark mark and you covered your mouth with your hand. “He told me that people around me would be my weakness and darling. You are my weakness, because your the person i love the most”

     You felt your heartbeat quicken. He still had that effect on you “I needed to get you to leave me, but i couldn’t break up with you. You would know i was lying. You always know when im lying” he laughed quietly “So i invited you to that party so you could see. Paid some girl to pretend to have slept with me. I’ll never forget the look on your face when you saw me” He looked away as you processed the information.

     “What about that hickeys?” you asked, like it was the important part in that sentence, which it wasn’t “Blaise” “Blaise knew about this to?” Draco nods “He was a death eater to, after you left i was to be engaged to Pansy” he groaned. He never really liked Pansy, she was too clingy for him. “When my father was sent away i broke it off and came back here to find you” he spoke softly as he cupped your face with one of his hands “Your the only person i would ever want to be Mrs. Malfoy” he smiles. 

     You crack a smile and lean into his hand, you missed his touch so much. “Will you be mine again Y/N?” he asked, worry behind his tone. If you’d say no he would be broken inside, but he would accept it and leave you alone for the rest of your life. You pulled his hand away and scooted up on the desk, bending your knees and launching yourself at him. You wrapped your arms and legs around the Slytherin boy. Draco stumbled back before wrapping his arms around you tightly “I’ll take that as a yes?” “Yes! You idiot! Don’t you ever do that again Draco Malfoy!”

     “I won’t Y/N Malfoy”

          ♡~🐍~♡

A/N: This one lowkey broke my heart guys, like what in the fuck. Why did i write this? Anyway, if you have a request for Draco send it my way.

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[lettersnorth]

It didn't surprise Aislinn an onze that Mivo'to had up and disappeared on his attendings one sun. Nor was she all that concerned. He had knocked himself out due to a miscalculation. It certainly wasn't the worst thing the clinic had seen. And he had clearly recovered. Win-win all around. She got to work stripping the sheets from the bed and cleaning  up the now vacant room.

Cravendy wandered into the clinic in search of fresh bandages and ointment. She could still feel the pressure pushing down on her bones, the smell of ceruleum burning after the explosion...and it didn't seem like it was going to go away any time soon. When she stepped in, she noticed Lin and called out to her on instinct. "Lin!"

An armful of sheets, Aislinn rounded the divider just as Cravendy called out. She halted, surprise flitting over her face for a brief moment before her expression pulled back to neutral. "Cravendy." she nodded a greeting and then scooted around the Seawolf to the waiting laundry basket. "What brings you in here? Everything alright?" she asked as she shoved the ball of sheets down into the overfull basket. Guess the wash was next on her list.

Cravendy awkwardly pressed herself against the infirmary partition to give Lin more space to walk, and got the feeling that she's not exactly a welcome sight. At best, a nuisance to entertain while there were chores to be done. With a shrug, she headed over to the cabinets and began pulling out all kinds of medical supplies. "Oh, ye know. Smartin' after the battle, lookin' for somethin' to make it all feel better. What about yerself? 'ow are ye 'oldin' up?"

"Me?" Aislinn asked as she straightened and brushed a flyaway wisp of hair from her eyes. "Aside from pulling Mivo'to out before the whole place went up I didn't do a damned thing that woulda caused me to be banged up." She eyed the collection Cravendy was haphazardly pulling from the potions cabinets and picked up a bulbous glass jar filled with a warm, golden liquid. This, she passed to Cravendy. "Drink two spoonfuls of this. Three if it doesn't take the edge off." she then nodded to the drawer below the cabinet. "You need a patch up? Afraid G'lewra is out so if you do, I can do it the mundane way. Or you can wait for her to aether-heal it."

“Could ye?” Cravs muttered as she gave Lin a curious stare. “I’m used to patchin’ myself up at this point but...I bet ye could get the ‘urt out faster.”

Cravendy grabbed the jar of golden liquid before heading back to take a seat. She twisted the medicine open and gave it a good sniff or two. "Bleh. Anyway, even if ye didn't do a thing, it's not every day ye survive an explosion. So, well, there's that. That and..." Cravs trailed off. "Well. I was surprised ye didn't use yer fancy math shields."

Aislinn paused, shooting the Seawolf a look of concern as she pulled the needed bandages and supplies from the drawers. The pain must be bad if Cravendy wasn't willing to wait. She went and joined the woman on the couch, setting a tray of the necessary items next to her. Careful not to meet the Seawolf's eye, she gave a half shrug at the observation. Silence reigned as she gingerly gestured for Cravendy to show her the burns. It filled the space until finally, with her time at the hot spring fresh in her mind, she let go a sigh and broke it. "I can't." she admitted, finally. "I can't use my shields or...any of it. Not since....not for awhile."

Cravendy unbuttoned her shirt, revealing bandages tied across her chest and around her back. There's also a significant scar on her lower abdomen that looks like it's healing weird, but healing nonetheless. "I applied ointment a few days ago, but it's 'ard to reapply it to my back. If ye could..."

Cravendy trailed off at Lin's admission, unsure what to say. She was originally going to poke fun at the situation, joke that Lin needs to practice the basics again. "Oh. Well, uh. What're ye doin' about that, then?"

The conversation was momentarily forgotten as Lin gathered the full measure of Cravendy's injuries. "Gods above, Cravendy. Why the hell didn't you come in the moment  you got back? Or say -anything- out there in the field. I coulda done something -then-!" To be fair, Cravendy had done a decent job, all things considered. She obviously wasn't new at this. Even so, the oddly healing scar drew Aislinn's attention and she carefully inspected it closer, her aether sense stretching out. She could, at least, still do that much.

"I assumed everyone got just as roasted! Figured, I could still move, so I could treat my own wounds. Bah, this was a mistake..." Cravs leaned a little away from Lin, nervous to show vulnerability. But when she noticed Lin drawn to the scar on her stomach, Cravs brought a finger to her lips. "Risin' gave me that one. Don't tell 'er though."

Cravendy tugged her shirt around herself so she's wrapped from the elbow down for the sake of modesty, though it really doesn't add much. "Anyway, ye were sayin'? About yer magic bein' broken?"

Aislinn jerked her chin up as Cravendy began to draw away, the look on her face all but daring the Seawolf to just try and keep it up. Small as she was, she wasn't letting Cravendy out of there without proper treatment. "No. Waiting to come here was the mistake." she chided. She shook her head in exasperation at the mention of the weird wound coming from Rising.

She could only imagine what raucous bout had caused that. "I have this way about me," she said, quickly surmising that if she kept talking, Cravendy would stay put. "Of absorbing curses. Cursed energy, hexes..." she trailed off as she motioned for Cravendy to turn around so she could get the ointment on her back. "Turns out, a person can only do that for so long until all that bad energy needs a place to go. It's made my aether...a touch unstable. I *could* cast a spell. I just don't know what'll come out."

Cravendy saw the face Lin was making - the same sort a parent would give a fussy toddler - and pouted. But she was already here, bandages exposed, back turned and ointment ready. It'd be even more dumb to get up and leave after getting so far. "Fine, but be thorough, eh? I want to be better by the time we 'ave to get blown up again."

Cravendy obliged to whatever Lin needed her to do in order to work and listened quietly, face forward and staring unfocused into the room. "Weird. So if I put ye in my room, would ye absorb all of the bad vibes? In the east, there's all this shit about Feng Shui and harmonizin' with yer surroundings."

Cravendy glanced back at Lin to see if her joke landed.

Aislinn blanched at the thought, even though she knew it was more than likely that Cravendy was just being a smart-ass. "Who knows...probably. Apparently I've been walking around for years just absorbing ambient refuse. Now I'm full up. Or close to it. It's...painful to be close to anything like that. Like I'm burning up from the inside. That's when I first realized something wasn't right." she said quietly as she cut away the old bandage and carefully pulled it back with delicate fingers.

Cravendy let out a disappointed breath at Lin's reaction and went back to looking forward. "That sounds...painful. I wish I could 'elp, but don't know the first thing when it comes to magical ailments. But I will say, ye should 'ang back until ye get this under control. Last thing ye need is suckin' up more bad energy and makin' worse."

Cravendy scowled as she revisited what Lin had just said. Burning up. Absorbing curses. A worrisome theory forms. "'ey, uh. When did this start? Just casually one day?"

"That's me, a walking bad luck charm." Aislinn muttered as she dressed the new bandages and applied them to Cravendy's back. "Don't worry, I've asked someone to fill in for me on the next job in Coerthas while I try and get this problem sorted." The ointment was cooling and numbing all at the same time and would dull the pain of the burns as the medicinal herbs got to work healing the skin underneath. Aislinn was quiet long enough that it was obvious she was trying to decide how to skirt the question.

She started reassembling the supplies back on the tray. When she rose to her feet, she figured the only way any of this between her and Cravendy was going to work was if she stopped hedging and just be honest. No matter what. "Probably ramped up while we were trying to find the Helm." she said as she took the tray over to the sink.

Cravendy tensed when the ointment is first applied, but breathes a sigh of relief quickly after. "Ah, thanks, already feels better. And the person coverin' for ye...is it that string bean fella I saw ye talkin' with in the library? What's 'e like? Don't often see 'im around. Guy looks painfully serious, the kind to take offense at small talk."

Cravendy was silent for a while after, staring at the partition rod as if it's the most interesting thing in the world. Finally, loudly and suddenly, she groaned. "Shit.”

"Shit! That really pisses me off!" Cravs stood up, shirt still dangling around her arms, and paced around in a circle. "Fuck! Goddamnit. Ahhh, bloody...Lin, why didn't ye say somethin' earlier?!"

Turning away from the basin, Aislinn leaned back against the sink with a faint air of amusement. "Aye, the string bean fella." she waved a hand up through the air. Anything more she might have had to say on the subject was lost in the wake of Cravendy's agitation. Caught up short, her eyes flicked away and then back to her. "Because I didn't know what the problem was. Only that these sudden burning sensations would flare up every so often. And then once I did, it was all said and done. What good would it have done to bring it up to you after the fact except to put you in a state like this?" she gestured to the anxious pacing the Seawolf was currently succumbing to.

Cravendy wanted badly to grab Lin by the shoulders and shake some sense into her, or maybe, just shake her until somehow she got better. Cravs nearly snarled, hearing reason in Lin's words but not having it. She clenched and unclenched her fists, not sure what to do with this sudden anger.

"Even worse, ye die a slow an’ painful death! I like to know when I've messed up so I can do somethin' about it!" Cravs huffed. You could practically see the steam hiss out of her ears.

In the face of Cravendy's anger, Aislinn breathed easy, slow breaths. Matching the Seawolf's temper had never worked for either of them in the past. It was on the tip of her tongue. The correction that if this would kill her, it wouldn't be slow but violent and sudden. She decided that really was besides the point right now. "How did -you- mess up? You weren't there. And what would you do about it?" she asked, trying to get Cravendy to see reason.

"Ye don't understand. This whole shitty business with the Helm...If I didn't suggest raidin' that Garlean ship. If I 'ad the balls to stick around and save my crew. If I didn't summon 'er, then, maybe..." Cravs breathed heavily until she was light-headed, but it worked to calm her down. She fell back down into the couch with a hand over her face to cover her reaction. "...Shit, I don't know. Maybe ye'd find some other stupid way to get yer fill of cursed energy and die anyway. I don't know. Maybe.”

Cravendy spoke, words muffled in her palm. "Lin, I. The fireball. That..." Cravs shook her head. "...doesn't matter. I don't know what I'll do about it, just that I'll do /something/ about it."

Aislinn heaved a sigh and pushed off from the sink, coming to join Cravendy on the couch. "And then you'd be dead, right? Isn't that how it all worked? Honestly, it was only a matter of time. It was always going to catch up to me at some point. The Helm business just ushered it along." she paused. "Which isn't to say that fireball that Wyda hit me with didn't hurt like hell. Hard not to take something like that personally." she said, in a rare attempt to lighten the mood.

She turned to look at Cravendy, mustering a smile. "Look. I'm working on it. A friend and I are tracking down someone in Ishgard that'll know about my problem. And...hopefully what to do about it."

Cravendy puffed up her chest, about to come up with a rebuttal to Lin's answer. As usual, she came up empty, and then similarly let out a tired sigh. "Feh, yer always so logical, even about all heavy shit like this. I....guess that's what I like ye for though. Just - just. I don't know. Leave the stupid to me."

Cravendy would take comfort in the fact that Lin was actively looking for someone to diagnose the issue, though this would linger in the back of her mind for long after. With or without Lin's blessings, she'd find a way to help. This was either going to lead to great success, or equally great disaster.

#ffxiv rp #balmung rp #rp snippets #Distortion #Flashpoint #Cravendy Hound #Aislinn North

[icharchivist]

Hi same nonny as usual haha! You asked for my thoughts on the spring troupe so now that I've finished the summer troupe debut I'm going to knock out two birds with one stone! I liked summer troupe a lot more then spring troupe. Not that I didn't like spring troupe! I just think that they didn't really communicate with each other?

The only reason why sakuyas issue with swordfighting was resolved was because masumi happened to be eavesdropping on a convo with the director, and why someone knew about itarus injury was because of citron noticing. I'm not saying there was no communication at all these two issues just. Bothered me so much the swordfighting one a lot more then the injury. The thing that bothers me about the injury is that itaru wasn't like. Told off for not telling anyone about his injury. Cause he could have seriously damaged his foot or something. I get that in the future there's probably going to be character development for itaru that lets him open up more to his troupemates. The swordfighting one just felt like a cop out to have a "moment" between sakuya and the director instead of having sakuya discuss that stuff with his troupe (which, bleh do not care for the characters flirting with the director at all. wish it wasn't there but I get why they do it.)

Despite my griping I did really enjoy spring troupe! They were fun! They just felt less trusting of each other then summer troupe at the end of day. And I get that char Dev will prob happen bout that but still haha. That's my thoughts on spring troupe! I could just be horribly misremembering the entire episode but oh well!

I know I said I'd also do summer troupe in this ask but it's already horribly long and I'm writing this on my phone. I'll get to that later. Thanks for reading my rambling that has not been proofread at all or edited. Hopefully it makes some sense hahaha. Thanks for introducing me to a3 it's tons of fun.

aaahh thanks for sharing!!!

honestly i kinda get where you’re coming from. I really love Spring, but it’s especially now in insight of their development. On first read, i think the thing especially was that the chapter was more about setting up some of the most major issues of the universe (the debts, the way  to arrange themselves in that new environment ect..) that therefore the characters issues may be not as focused as the others chapters?

(also for character flirting with MC there will be only 2 in main stories that do that a lot, one of which is Masumi, and the other isn’t much flirting as just hopelessly in love. Not much we can do about it but honestly once you move on from spring if this really holds you down, it will ease off at least, even if there’s a few thingss here and there stil)

Summer was the moment i really fell in love with the game, i really, really adore Summer’s dynamic and it was just. so good to go through.

As for the things you bring up about Spring, on one hand on first read i think i get you, but yeaaaah in insight of all we learn about the characters, it’s really not that far fetched ahah.

For Sakuya imo it’s really just that he freaked out because of his abandon issues and i don’t really see him discussing it with Spring yet at this point? Like. Sakuya is terrified of not being good enough and being abandoned as a result, like all of his relatives ever did. So he tries to compensate. When Masumi just brought up that they’ll just replace him, i don’t find it far fetched that Sakuya freaked out about it and failed to explain it to Masumi at the time. 

Those very same issues also lead Sakuya to hold on everything bad ever to himself. The reason he opens up to Izumi, more than her just coming to him there, is that she already proved before that she wasn’t willing to abandon him, if only by how she took up the theater because of his passion to start with. And, just, timingwise. 

And i think Sakuya wouldn’t have taken reassurances from his others troupesmates who have already made clear they believed in him, because i think Sakuya would be more crushed with the idea that they’re just being polite and kind with him. Because he knows he’s failing and the others’s way to reassure him would probably have made it worse. He needed reassurance 1) from the director who at this point has already started to be giving more constructive critisms, 2) Masumi, who’s the one who caused those insecurities by the fact he doesn’t hold back. But i don’t see him reach of to Masumi with how hostile Masumi has been to everyone up until that point. (i have more thoughts but that’d be me overreading it too but dKJFDLKF a3 makes my brain go brr)

As for Masumi, this kid has serious communication issues (only child with no friends and no parents around? oof) and i don’t think he would have reached out to Sakuya or even figured something was wrong otherwise.

Are those just easy way out for the writers? maybe, but that’s just how writing is isn’t it? if you want to make even some “artificial” conflict, you need to make it believable why this conflict exist even in the first place. 

Honestly the swordfighting issue doesn’t strike like that to me, and those are all about things that are shown in the Spring chapter itself, but i suppose since i also know those things are expended on, it does add a layer of “this was made with depth for their characters in mind” imo.

Also i think if Masumi hadn’t eardropped, Izumi would have talked to him about it, being the mediator and all of that, and i think Masumi would have understood then. I don’t think Masumi was unwilling to understand, but that he lacked the groundwork to understand it. and we mostly were spared from having to repeat the scene with Izumi telling him about it.

Idk if i see Sakuya managing to tell it to Masumi even after this talk? I think Sakuya is the kind to take all of his pain in silence and assume responsibilities for everything that goes wrong, and i don’t think he would have felt comfortable opening up with that, especially since, as he tells Izumi, he genuinely feels like *he’s* the failure about it (and as Izumi tells him, it’s not his fault if others people don’t try either. Sakuya was made to believe that he had to take full responsibility when a relationship doesn’t work because of his relatives, and i think he was set on doing the same with this Massu’s situation, and the reason he could share it with Izumi is because she’s not the person he’s taking responsibility for). On top of that, Sakuya remains Masumi’s elder, and Sakuya does want to be someone people rely on - he wants to be a big brother figure, and i think he wouldn’t have wanted or known how much of this responsibility he could share with Masumi knowing that. And i don’t think it’s healthy! but it’s perfectly understandable from Sakuya’s perspective and the specific way he shoulders responsibilities because i will fistfight his family his family sucked.

As for Itaru, on this one we only got the reveals about how deep this lack of trust Itaru had for people ran only recently, so imo early on you just need to take it at face value and hope when you get to know more, it’ll click. Realizing he doesn’t want to be alone anymore and wants to be more with Spring is a turning point from this set up about him, so he can only develop from here.

For why no one really told him off about it, i guess i can understand the grip ahah. imo i think everyone worried already enough that he was talking about leaving the company this was the priority to discuss and i do think talking about his ankle at that point may have not worked with the pacing of the emotional moment. I wouldn’t have minded seeing some of them being more worried about it in general though.

In the end the thing with Spring is that aside from Tsuzuru, they are all people who come from background where communication isn’t their forte. Sakuya fears he’s never good enough, Masumi never even had to face how lonely his life had made him until now (and i think he specifically lashes on the director because it’s the first time he feels like he wants a connection with anyone in his life and he doesn’t know what to do with it. I find his obsession creepy imo but i also see where it’s coming from), Itaru has severe trust issues and rather be solo in general, and Citron hides a lot about himself.

and i think, we have Tsuzuru has never been really alone ever, and he takes a lot of responsibility, (though there’s a few things about his background we learn later that shows he still has similar struggles than the rest of his troupe regarding some.. broken connection, which he vagues at in the Spring chapter (... which is something i only noticed on my reread knowing that so i wouldn’t blame you for not catching it))  but he’s also trying to do things for himself for once in his life. Ultimately he knows how to communicate more in general but he has that going on for him, and especially, i think his way to communicate or connect may be too foreign for the rest of the troupe for a smooth connection off the bat.

All of them are trying to connect in their own ways coming from those complicated feelings they have about connection imo... and i do find it fascinating. 

I see Spring a lot like, the kids who had to grow up too fast and the adults who are unhappy with where their adult lives have taken them and the expectations pushed upon them who yet are trying to cope on their own mostly because they have reasons to feel unsafe otherwise. (Tsuzuru is a bit in between imo bc he’s not “unsafe” yet and he’s already taking himself back in hands with the expectations things, but anyway, i am. trying to keep it short, believe it or not) And they’re still navigating where that leaves them as people, and where that leaves them in their connection with others, and especially with each other because in the end they’re all yearning to connect especially with one another, and just don’t know how to reconcile this desire with who they have been all this time to cope through all of this.

All of this is present in the Spring intro chapter but ^^” i could imagine that without having the full picture those aren’t things that may be easily picked up as important for their characterizations. But honestly there’s a throve of details in the writing to flesh them out when you know where to look and i find it fascinating. (but also i like. relived this chapter 5 times, 4 of which after i’ve seen most of their development, and my first read is so long ago i think i just overthink everything DLKJFDLKF and like, Spring was one of my least favorite at first read bc i struggled to connect with them, so it’s not like i don’t get you, it’s just. nowadays, spring is care spring is love and i cry over their intro chap a lot.)

Anyway i guess i get what you felt still, but, idk maybe i feel strongly about it ahah, i like the way the characters stand out from one another even in the moments that are probably just.. stupid, but in a “they wouldn’t know how to do better because of what’s holding them back” way.

i feel like “lack of communication” is a problem every troupe have to various degree and for different reasons, but the whole thing is about trying to figure out how to fix that and work it with them. Some are more forward than others (like, Summer, mostly because Tenma and Yuki are stubborn and loud and straightforward in their own way)(”than others” i have so much to say about this i’m holding back dLKFJD) but i think it depends also a lot on some thematic it wants to tackle and the spirit of the characters in each troupe. It changes as the story progresses but yeah after all, they are all strangers. And while the game mentions they have a few months to prepare for their play, it was reckoned that every play takes one month to prepare, so it doesn’t really give a lot of time on their first play to really figure out everything they need to work on.

Spring, in essence, as a season, is about blooming back after Winter, after sadness and hardship, and learning how to slowly open up again. So imo their intro chap have to reflect that slow progress for them. While Summer can afford to be more loud, straight to the point (and even there it’s not always easy), Summer is full of learning from their mistake, living in the Now, in the Moment. So their season thematic reflects a bit in their intro chap at least. (ofc they all grow from there though but that’s still interesting imo).

anyway i rambled LDFJDLKFJFDLK

I didn’t mean it in a way to say your reading is invalid though!! sorry if it feels that way, i’ve tried rewriting it a few times DLKFJDLFK i just have a lot of emotions about Spring and the points you mentioned made me think about some stuff about it. 

ANYWAY

if you want to share your thoughts about summer too and the rest you’re always welcomed o7 i’m glad you’re still enjoying your stay, and i hope you’ll keep enjoying the ride!

And Take care!

#ichafantalks a3 #Anonymous #ichareply #long post for ts #i'll huh go back to see if i can put a readmore somewhere brb

[peterthepark]

crush culture - [four]

party tattoos

pairing: steve harrington x reader (university & modern!AU)

summary: gold dresses, unspoken kisses, and impulsive decision making are always good starts to the new year.

warnings: strong language, uses of social media & alcohol, pure utter fluff fluff fluff, kissing, mentions of tattoos, bad dancing?

a/n: inspired by party tattoos by dodie :) sorry it’s taken me so long to update. this chapter isn’t long, considering i haven’t been active for some time. but the next chapter makes up for it! thanks for ur patience everyone!

Shelves line up Steve’s peripherals as he pushes the shopping cart. The rolling wheels squeak loudly beneath him while you hum and coo at the quirky party decorations that embellished the aisles. Having never hosted a celebration at your own place before, you had decided to entrust in Steve and his experience with parties to help you out.

Robin and Kate wanted a golden theme for the party, both of them being shockingly specific about the type of decorations you should buy, while they prepare the food and drinks. And now here you are, sitting cross-legged in a shopping cart as Steve hand a pack of gold solo cups to you. You pile it into the rest of the decor: paper plates, those little flag thingies you hang up on walls, white and black balloons, and of course, sparklers that would certainly be Instagram-worthy.

“How ‘bout these, Y/N?” Steve snickers, placing an oversized frame of glasses on his face. With a lopsided grin, he does a playful spin for you. You flick the glasses off his nose, laughing at him as he feigns a look of offense. “Hey! Chill!”

“We’re supposed to be shopping, not messing around, you idiot.” You scoff at him, quirking a brow as he puts the glasses back on the shelf. His hand subconsciously moves to rest on top of yours on the bar of the car; the gesture comes to you easily, and you don’t seem to mind the way his thumb runs over your knuckles.

“Okay, so what’s next on the list?”

-

The kiss hadn’t been brought up.

Not even once.

And you honestly think that maybe you must’ve dreamt it, seeing as Steve seemed to act like it hadn’t happened it.

The morning after said incident, you awoke to an empty bed and the familiar smell of freshly-brewed coffee. Steve was in the kitchen, speaking to Jonathan in a hushed voice. You didn’t care to eavesdrop, knowing that the conversation seemed to be none of your business. But Steve began acting differently towards you after that. He seemed more open, more comfortable, and happier around you. Yet, no one had the guts to bring up the late-night kiss.

“Steve, is this straight? Does this look straight to you?” You whine, glancing down at him with a frustration expression. The chair wobbles as you lean further to tape the hanging decorations to the wall, and Steve is quick to keep the chair still, not wanting you to fall and hurt yourself. “Does it look okay?”

“Y/N, it looks fine, but you’ve gotta be careful. You’re literally gonna fall.” He says in exasperation, gripping your hand to help you down.

“I just want this to look good. I’ve got King Steve here himself, I’m sure he knows what a good party looks like.” You tease, biting your lip.

Steve cringes at the thought of you knowing about his whole King Steve phase, and he ruffles his hair sheepishly at the smirk on your face. “Okay, who told you about that? Was it Jonathan? Like I know I was a complete dick back then, but man-“

“No, silly. Robin told me. I didn’t know you were such a playboy.” You walk past him, chuckling as he follows after you into the living room. “So, are you gonna tell me all about your whole high school experience or what?” You purr, arranging the fairy lights for the DIY photo booth that you made together.

Steve huffs, hesitant to even tell you about the person he was in high school. “I was such a dumbass back then. You don’t even want to know, Y/N.” He groans, kicking his feet atop of the coffee table.

“You’re also a dumbass now. We were all shitty people in high school, trust me.”

“Oh, really? Do tell.” He probes, leaning forward on his elbows.

“I fucked my chemistry teacher.” You reply nonchalantly, earning a sputtering cough and a loud exclamation of really?! from Steve. “I’m kidding! It’s a joke! I did get into a lot of rumor and drama shit, so I guess my high school life wasn’t as perfect as I try to make it out to be.”

Steve lets out a breath of relief. It’s not that there was anything wrong with you possibly screwing your chemistry teacher, it’s just... he honestly wouldn’t expect it from a sweetheart like you. Then again, sweethearts sometimes have hidden agendas.

He starts to look at the way your jeans hug your thighs and then his eyes skim over the expanse of your hips...

Fuck, dude. Not cool.

“Steve? Did you hear what I just said?”

“Huh?” You laugh at him, rolling your eyes at his dumbfounded stare. He shifts awkwardly on the sofa, and he’s praying that you didn’t see the way he was totally ogling you. Which you did.

He’d be in a treat for later then, because the dress you were planning on wearing was definitely far from anything he’s seen on you wear.

“I said, you should go rest before the party. It doesn’t start till like nine, and it’s only five right now. Maybe you’d want to take a nap or - or get ready or something - I don’t know.” You ramble shyly, setting out a couple bottles of champagne and wine. You look over to him, nearly knocking over the bottles when he licks his lips. Instinctively, he catches the bottle before it rolls onto the ground, blushing alongside you as your hands come in contact with each other.

“You tryin’ to get rid of me already, Y/N?” He smiles, pulling his hand away.

“I’m tryin’ to give you a break before we get blind drunk at this party. Take it or leave it, Harrington.” You nudge his shoulder, sharing a lingering gaze with him before you actually make him go home. “O-okay, for real though, go.”

“Alright! Alright!” He raises his hands up, hesitantly making his way towards the door. “Do I have to?” He turns, before you seriously shoo him away. “Okay, bye. I’ll see you later... Y/N.”

He winks teasingly, then he’s out of your apartment.

You sigh dreamily.

You love it when he says your name.

-

“It’s just tequila. Y/N, please, c’mon, do it with me!” Robin cackles, shaking your shoulders. The walls of your apartment rumbled as the speakers played music, blasting out throwbacks and current songs alike. Robin had dragged you to the island in the kitchen, expertly lining up half-filled shotglasses on the counter. She bounces on her toes, clasping her hands together as she begs you to take shots with her. “Please! Just this once!”

“Dude, the last time I drank tequila, I lost all control. Do you not remember how wild we got? I’m not putting myself through that again. I swear - Ro, there’s no way-“

Interrupted, Robin bursts into a gasp, spotting a familiar face from the front door. “Steve! Steve!”

She runs out to pull the chestnut-haired boy into the kitchen, holding him by the shoulders as she drags him towards you. His jaw drops slightly when he sees the gold dress hugging your body, and you don’t hesitate to greet him with a grin.

“If Steve takes a tequila shot, will you do it?”

Steve’s face breaks into a smile at Robin’s question, and he gestures at the shotglasses with raised brows. “I can’t say no to that offer. Y/N?”

You take a moment to stare at Steve, recognizing the mischievous glint in his eyes that ultimately causes you to give in.

“Ugh, okay. Yeah. Fine. Tequila.” You wave your hands about, pacing in your heels before you courageously down a shot with Steve. You both groan at the taste, screwing your eyes shut as it burns at your throat and tongue. “Bleh! Ugh, I already feel drunk.”

“Just two more shots.” Steve insists, placing his hand on your arm. He dips his head down to look at you.

“You know what? Who’s to say we were done anyways?” You smirk at him, before you hold out a shot glass for him to drink out of. You unknowingly part your lips as he grips onto your wrist to down the drink, gently pulling your arm away when he’s finished. He wipes his mouth, hissing at the spicy kick.

Parties were boring. Unless you’re blind drunk.

And in this case, parties were fun.

Because well, you’re blind drunk.

The flash of the camera goes off as Kate pulls you into her chest, squishing your cheeks together while Robin comes up behind to sandwich you between them. Classmates and mutual friends alike pile into your shared apartment, easily making conversation or dancing to the music in the living room. The sway of your hips is enough to show the liquid courage that was running through your body as you made your way over to Steve, holding onto his hand to pull him into the makeshift photo booth.

“What are you doing?” He drawls out, raising his eyebrows at you as you stand next to him in front of the backdrop. “Y/N, I look like a mess-“

“You’re hot, Steve. You need to chill out.” You slur, slinging your arm around him as Kate starts taking pictures.

And in the meantime, Steve knows how idiotic he looks in those pictures - mouth open, eyes wide and lips pulling into a smirk as he realizes that you just called him hot. He tries to ignore the way that your face feels against his face as you embrace him tightly and hold up a peace sign.

“Y/N?” Steve asks over the music, nearly shouting. “You look beautiful!”

Your gold dress glimmers under the disco ball that hangs from the ceiling fan, and you forget everything else around you as Steve’s eyes slowly drift down the length of your legs and heels.

“Thanks, Steve.” You reply, blinking up at him hazily. He hesitates for a moment, stepping closer towards you, before Robin quickly whisks you away towards another area of the apartment.

You glance behind you, meeting Steve’s eyes in the growing crowd of people. He raises a glass of beer at you, before he completely disappears in the sea of the party.

“No way. Absolutely no.” Kate groans, clasping her hand over her mouth as her gaze follows yours. “You brought a tattoo artist to the party?”

“More like I paid her to come.” Robin whispers, scratching guiltily at her head. “What? She’s hot! I just - I don’t know she seemed really nice and really sweet and yeah, cute. C’mon, K.” You shake your head at Robin with a smile, taking her hand in yours before giving it a squeeze. “You said you’ve always wanted a tattoo, Y/N?”

“I mean... yes, but... I’m also very drunk right now.” You laugh, rubbing your arms. Robin’s black lipstick tugs up at the corners, and she raises her brows at you with suggestion. “What would I even get?”

The buzzing needle pricks against your skin painfully. You hiss as Gemma puts pressure on your wrist, black ink forming words as she goes on. You shut your eyes, already regretting your decision as you tune out her comforting coos. Kate records you on Snapchat, while Robin laughs drunkenly in the background and praises Gemma for her work.

When she’s finished, you examine the plastic wrap around your wrist, fingertips hovering over the black words as you gasp in awe at it. Kate and Robin gush over it, and you start to become aware of the permanent decision you had just made.

Always indecisive.

Always impulsive.

But never unsure about your feelings for people.

Especially Steve.

After taking a few more drinks to numb the dull pain on your arm, you moved towards the balcony. You step out onto the glass-fenced terrace, shutting the sliding door behind you. Steve turns to glance at you, smile turning into an amazed laugh as you show him the state of your newly-tatted wrist.

“Oh, my god. You did not.” He huffs with unbelief, holding onto your hand as he looks it over. “You’re insane, you know that?”

“Only insane when I’m drunk.” You chuckle, shifting from one foot to the other before you put your arms on top of the fence. “Do you have any tattoos?”

“No. No, definitely not.” He answers quickly, waving you off.

“Ooo, I don’t know, Steve. Sounds a little bit like a lie to me.” You push his elbow with yours, burying your nose against your shoulder as you look up at him coyly.

“Okay, maybe I do. But I’m not proud of it. It’s a terrible tattoo, I got it when I was in high school and it’s - it’s stupid.”

“Oh, now you’ve got to show me!” You gasp, pulling on the sleeve of his top as he groans at you. You beg him, promising not to make fun of him in any way shape or form - no matter how stupid the tattoo could’ve been.

So, he preps you a little bit. You mainly think he’s stalling but he claims that he’s just preparing you for the worst. He’s trying to explain himself, yet honestly, you can only hone in on the way he gives you a blushing smile, all while using hand gestures to make light of his point. Fed up, you interrupt him, telling him you don’t quite need an explanation to whatever his damn tattoo even is.

He sighs at you, slumping over jokingly before he decides to untuck his top and tug down the waitband of his jeans to reveal the ink on his hipbone. The tattoo isn’t as bad as you had thought it would be. Steve was simply just overreacting, and maybe self-conscious at the fact that you’d be seeing such a tattoo on him.

“It’s not as terrible as you make it out to be, Steve.” You smirk, leaning over to look at the tattoo on his hipbone.

“Yeah, yeah. Save it.”

“I’m serious! It’s pretty cute.”

The black-inked heart with an arrow through it sits prettily on his fair, flushed skin. It was far from embarrassing, and it was far from a horrible design. You weren’t lying when you said it was cute. It seemed actually... endearing, to have a gentleman like Steve have such a soft-meaningful tattoo in a place where no one could really see it.

“Does it mean anything?” You tilt your head at him, chewing on your lip as he thinks over your question.

“I dunno. Guess I’ve... I don’t know, I guess I’ve always been a - a hopeless romantic? Do those even exist?” He asks aloud, running his clammy palms over his denim-clad thighs. He shrugs, “I’ve always - I’ve always been a little too crazy for love, so whatever, so... it’s a - a fitting tattoo for me, I suppose.” He stares off into the city line, eyes twinkling when he shifts his attention to you. “And what about yours? Any meaning?”

“It’s... it’s open to a lot of things.” You nod.

The words SEE YOU SOON are red with soreness on your skin, healing under the plastic wrap as you carefully let Steve trace over it with his thumb. You can feel his breath against your collarbone as he mindlessly bumps his arm against yours.

“See you soon?”

“I like to think that... people who are - who are meant to be in your life - but leave for whatever reason - are always meant to find a way back to you. It’s just... a lot of people come and go. Especially now. It’d be nice to find a person who’ll stay one day.”

“Deep.” He mumbles, earning a laugh from you. You don’t fail to realize that his hand has slipped into yours, and he holds it over the railing as the chilly Chicago air bites at your skin. “I hope that you’ll find someone who’s willing to stay, Y/N.”

You feel his eyes on you, and without hesitation, you turn your face to look at him. His cheeks are reddened, his cheekbones are accentuated under the moonlight and bright stars, but your more drawn to the way his lips pout together.

“And I hope you find someone who’s just as crazy about love as you are, Steve.” You smile.

He’s about to say something, to ask you a question that he had been longing to ask you for so, so long. But the cheers and drunken chants from the inside call you both back to the living room. The flatscreen TV broadcasts the Ball Drop from NYC, showing the masses of people that had gathered to celebrate the new year. Guests clink their glasses with one another as the countdown hits at the twenty-second mark, and you feel the heightened adrenaline of having a new year approach. Kate and Robin manage to find you, snapping last minute 2019 polaroids in the span of 10 seconds.

“Robin, kiss me!” Kate cackles jokingly, pulling Robin into a rib-crushing hug as they jump around in excitement. You laugh at them, taking your phone to record the moment around you as people begin to count the last few seconds.

Five...

You tuck your phone back into your bag, crossing it over your body as you wrap your arms around your front.

Four...

Steve mimics your posture, but he can’t help but look over at you, waiting for you to pick up on what he was very subtly trying to suggest.

Three...

“Y/N?”

Fuck it.

“Yeah?”

“About that kiss... on - on the night we went ice skating...” He scratches his neck, rambling. “I really - really enjoyed it. And you. Spending time with you.”

“Yeah, me too. I... I had lots of fun and I’m glad that you brought it up because well, I wasn’t sure if I had messed up or something since you weren’t talking about it.”

“Oh! Oh, trust me, you - you did everything perfect.”

Two...

“I did?”

“Yeah, of course. But... but I wanted to ask if... I don’t know if ice-skating counts as a - as a first date but...” He swallows nervously. “Would you like to go on a date with me? Like a real one?”

One...

You step forwards on your heels, cupping Steve’s cheeks in your hands as you kiss him intensely. Your fingers brush over his jaw, and his hands come to rest on the small of your back as he brings you further against him. Party poppers and confetti erupt through the apartment as the clock hits midnight, and you force yourself to pull away from Steve’s lips.

“I’m available next weekend.” You utter, catching your breath.

“Huh?” Steve replies with shaky hands.

You giggle at that, touching his arm. “I meant that I’m available next weekend for our date. If you want to go around that time.” You say to him with blushing cheeks, but never break eye contact.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, me too. I’ll pick you up again. Or we can meet there, whatever you’d prefer.” He smacks his lips together, unintentionally tasting your fruity lipgloss.

“Just text me. And we can plan from there.” You nod, pulling your hand away from him. Before he can say anything else that would embarrass him, Steve excused himself to go make conversation with Jonathan, who seems to have turned up with a few old friends from his hometown.

But at the same time, he couldn’t really focus when all he can see is you across the room, talking animatedly with your gold dress and your high heels and your captivating smile.

And those eyes.

The way you look at him.

The way you give him your undivided attention.

It drives him a bit crazy.

Steve swore that you were just another crush - just another girl who he’d try to get by and probably break up with in the following week after officiating things. But no. You had completely caused him to take a full 360, like literally: when you had hit him with your car, when you offered to bring him coffee, when you said yes to ice skating. He was already entranced by you.

It was supposed to be a crush.

Only a crush.

Nothing more.

But here he was - already falling in love, and he hasn’t even taken out on a proper date.

New year, new beginnings, right?

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[fuyupeach]

In The Works // Ryuji Sakamoto x Reader - chapter 5

prologue / ch.1 / ch.2 / ch.3 / ch.4

follow/keeo track on ao3 ! i always post there first (which is why this is being posted after MANY months here despite already being on ao3 lmao)

Your first year at Shujin finally ends, the feeling of what must’ve been weights on your shoulders finally dissipating as your footsteps increase the distance from you and the campus.

“Whoa, slow down, ____! I’m just as eager to leave as you, but the ramen shop can wait a little bit.” Ryuji chuckles behind you. You turn slightly to look at him, a small guilty look forming on your face as he limps slightly.

“Sorry,” you say, stopping for a moment as Ryuji makes his way next to you, school bag hanging loosely on his shoulder, the messenger strap on yours gripped tightly between your hands as it flops in front of you from the sudden stop. “Seeing Kamo shit a on the way out ticked me off.”

“But, the last day of school isn’t supposed to be about him. It’s about… ” you shake off the last remnants of your annoyance, jumping and latching onto Ryuji’s arm--Ryuji letting out a small, “Oof.”--as you finish your sentence. “ Ramen! ”

It had become a promise between the two of you to eat ramen as a celebration at the end of the school year since he had come back your third year of middle school. Though you weren’t a big fan of ramen, you would still eat it with him. Maybe you could convince him to let you guys find a place with great ramen and sushi as a compromise between the two of you for the end of your second year.

“Ha, yeah, the douchebag had that ugly smirk on his face, as usual.” Ryuji continues walking with your arm looped through his, the two of you almost at the station. “ Bleh, just thinkin’ ‘bout him puts a bad taste in my mouth. But, you’re right, let’s go. RAAMENN! ” he shouts, pumping his free arm in the air, a laugh escaping you.

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Your summers had become much more eventful thanks to Ryuji, but it didn’t stop you from your homebody tendencies, you still needed a break from the fun, and the competitive atmosphere that couldn’t be beat when it came to the arcades during the summer. How all these people could be constantly worked up about Gun About beats you, but to each their own. You had finally managed to win one of the electronic prizes from the claw machine with Ryuji’s help, so you were content for a while.

The very same plum colored headphones you had won were on your head as you sit on your bed, back against the wall as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone for cat videos. Your actual cat, Luna, lays at your feet, unperturbed by the lamp that dimly lit your room and her black fur in turn, her ears already accustomed to the sound of Ryuji’s voice that floated into your room from the bathroom. Your mother had already knew Ryuji almost as long as you did, surprisingly agreeing on Ryuji sleeping over for the night, more than likely because of the few all nighters you would spend with him helping him study for finals. Your mother and brother were just like Ann and Shiho, taking opportunities to tease you about Ryuji, your mother winking as she agreed.

“--____! ____!” You hear Ryuji’s voice cut in from your headphones. You check your phone to see it’s past midnight.

“ Shh! ” You say, putting your headphones down on your bed and striding quickly to the bathroom. “Everyone’s already asleep--” You peek into the bathroom, cutting yourself off as you see Ryuji. You had known he was in the process of bleaching his hair--you were actually the one to encourage him to do it as he tentatively brought it up to you one day--, but actually seeing it in the process was something in itself. “Wow.” You bring yourself to say after staring for a few moments.

Ryuji dismisses you with a wave before looking away from the mirror and turning to you. “Their doors are closed anyway; I doubt I was that loud. Didn’t know how high you had your headphones up.” He smiles. “But anyways, do ya mind helping me get the rest of this bleach on the back of my head? I wanna make sure everything is covered. Extra gloves are in the box over there.” Ryuji nods over to the box he’s sitting to the right of on the bathtub counter.

You reach over and pluck the gloves from the box that read ‘Palty’, pulling an extra plastic seat from the corner of the bathroom and plopping behind Ryuji, gloves now on. Ryuji hands you the container with the bleach, quickly running you through what to do. You apply the bleach to his hair as he bounces his knees, tapping his fingers against them as he hums a tune. “Thanks.” Ryuji says, turning to you for a second while you put more bleach on the brush, sending a grin your way.

“No problem, Ryu.” You mumble, focused on applying the sections as well as you could.

“This is gonna turn out awesome!” Ryuji exclaims. You can tell by his voice alone the excitement he’s holding back so you can finish, fist pumping the air once you are.

“I definitely think it will.” You smile back at him as he pulls the plastic cap over his head. “Shouldn’t be too hard to manage since your hair is short.”

An hour passes as you help Ryuji wash and tone his hair, the both of you staring in awe, him through the mirror and you at him. His hair was still a little damp, but the change was one you thought suited Ryuji really well, a small flush tinting your cheeks.  

“For real?” Ryuji smiles as he inspects his hair. “This is so cool.”

“See?” You smirk, eyes closed in a smug expression. “Told you it’d turn out great. You’re welcome.” You open your eyes just in time to see Ryuji holding out his hand, giving him a high five before you two clean up settle down for the night.

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Timeskip 4/11

“What’s taking him so long…?” You tap your feet against the floor, the turtleneck underneath your uniform coat doing a somewhat good job at staving off the cold that came with this morning’s rain. You had remembered that with the early spring season often came rain, so you had snagged an umbrella before you left. If it rained, great, if it didn’t, well then you’d be carrying an umbrella around for the rest of the day. Lucky for you, it was. Knowing Ryuji however, he more than likely won’t have one when he arrives… But seriously, where was he? You take a quick glance around the outside of Aoyama-Itchome Station before shifting your umbrella in your hand, getting ready to take out your phone so you could text him.

You don’t get a full word in before you hear Ryuji’s voice calling out to you.

“___!” You turn to see him jogging towards you and ducking for cover--because just as you guessed, he had no umbrella. “Sorry, slept in a bit.”

“Hah,” You shake your head. “Should’ve known. Well, let’s go, sleepyhead, don’t wanna be late. Get under.” You motion for Ryuji to follow you, hand raising the umbrella just a bit higher. You were on the taller side, so there wasn’t that big of a gap between Ryuji and you.

“Who’re you calling the sleepyhead?” Ryuji pokes your rib as he walks alongside you. “I’m not the one who sleeps over 9 hours on weekends--”

Ryuji’s voice cuts off as he sees something in front of him catch his attention, running ahead and leaving you in confusion. You turn your head in the direction he ran off towards, connections clicking in your head as you see Ann get in the car you both knew well as Kamoshida’s. Oh boy. You sigh. You had asked Ann on multiple occasions about Kamoshida, and if there was anything you could do to help, but she had refused countless times, saying she could handle it on her own, making you promise not to tell Shiho. This didn’t stop you from making up and excuse whenever you would see her being harassed in the school hallways, your method of “girl related things” or “family emergencies” more effective than Ryuji’s that tended to be on the aggressive side. As angry as you are at Kamoshita, the both of you needed to stay on campus; if passive aggressive words were all you could fight with, then so be it.

You jog after Ryuji, careful not to slip in your sneakers against the tiled floor as the car drives off before he could reach it. He passes by another student that seems to be seeking shelter from the rain, his hair and glasses already covering half of his face.

“Dammit...screw that pervy teacher.” Ryuji mutters as he slows to a stop. You follow not too far behind, bringing the umbrella up over his head again, slightly winded. Man, you hated exercise…

“Pervy teacher..?” The student mumbles, gaining the attention of the two of you.

“...What do you want?” Ryuji snaps at the boy, a scowl forming on his face, his classic “vulgar” expression. “You plannin’ on rattin’ me out to Kamoshida?”

“Kamoshida?” The boy calmly asks, slightly confused, phone in his hand moving as he does so.

“Huh?” Ryuji blinks back, now confused. “In that car just now. That was Kamoshida.” Ryuji looks away in irritation. “He does whatever the hell he wants. Who does he think he is--the king of a castle? Don’t you agree?”

“Which castle?” the boy inquires, bringing a chuckle out of you.

“Uh, it’s just a sayin’...” Ryuji trails off as you can’t help but chuckle some more. He pauses for a few seconds before speaking again. “...Wait, you don’t know Kamoshida?” he scoffs, scrutinizing the boy. “Are you for real? You’re from Shujin, right?”

“I think so.” the boy nods.

Hm… “Are you a transfer student?” you ask, peering silently at the boy. He nods as you zone in on his uniform coat. More specifically the ‘2’ on his collar. “Oh, you’re a second year too.”

Ryuji chuckles darkly. “Then no wonder you don’t know him.” You check your phone before notioning your head in the direction of the school.

“As great as this introduction is,” you drawl out sarcastically. “We should get going, I don’t want to be late.”

Ryuji lets out a huff of laughter before turning back to the boy. “This rain ain’t too bad. We better hurry up or we’ll be late.”

You all take a step to move before a wave of pain flashes against you. “Ngh!” You cry out, almost dropping your umbrella. It seems the boy and Ryuji had felt it too, hands both on their heads. You feel light-headed as Ryuji speaks.

“Are you okay?” he asks as you nod slowly. You ask him the same. “Yeah, I’m fine, my head just hurts.. Dammit… I wanna go home.” Ryuji sighs as you keep walking, the boy following silently a few steps behind you.

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You make your way through the backstreet shortcut you and Ryuji knew well, the walkways casted in a purple hue that was different that what you usually saw. Maybe it had something to do with that sudden head pain earlier…? You hoped the light-headedness you had felt wasn’t involved with it. You follow by Ryuji, stopping firmly in your tracks as you both gape in disbelief at what was supposed to be the school that was currently in front of you.

A giant castle stands tall in front of you, the skies and clouds around in casted in the same murky purple you had saw on the walk over.

“Um…?” you mumble, confused.

“We didn’t… come the wrong way though…” Ryuji speaks, looking behind him, the boy joining him. “Yeah, this should be right.” you all see the school sign in front.

“What’s going on here? I guess we’ll just have to go and ask.” Ryuji walks ahead as the boy follows him, you still stuck in place.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this… At all.” You state, taking tentative steps behind them as you follow, closing your umbrella.

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“Th-That’s weird… Where’s the school…?” Ryuji trails off.

“Did we make a wrong turn?” The boy pipes up.

“No,” You say firmly. “We didn’t. And there’s never been a castle in this town, this just doesn’t make sense.” You bring your arms around you. “Where are we?”

Ryuji pulls out his phone, his eyes widen. “Out of service..?” He puts it in his pocket. “The sign was for the school, right?” You nod. The boy vocalizes his agreement. “Right?! You saw it too!”

A sudden armored figure appears in front of you all, a creepy blue mask as it’s face, wielding a sword and a worn shield just as big as it. You take a step back.

“Geez, you scared me…” Ryuji mutters. “Who’re you? You a student?” Ryuji takes a few steps closer to the silent figure. “Ryuji…” you caution as he waves you off. “Man, your costume’s impressive… Is that armor real?”

The figure still doesn’t respond, moving up and down slightly as it stares down at all of you. Ryuji crosses his arms and leans on one leg. “C’mon, don’t just stand there. Say somethin’.”

“Ryuji.” you say more firmly, taking his arm as another one approaches you. “I think we should go.”

“...H-Hey, what;s goin’ on?” Ryuji questions.

“Is he school staff?” The boy asks. You turn to him with an exasperated sigh. “If they were, they would’ve said something already, don’t you think?”

“...This shit’s real.” Ryuji frowns. “We better run. Go!”

“Got it.” The boy nods.

You all break for the exit to no avail, more knights surrounding you.

“Ugh, what’s with these guys!?” Ryuji exclaims before he’s hit in the back by one of the knights. “Oww… Y-You’re gonna break my bones, dammit! The hell you think you’re--Aagh!”

“Ryuji!” you try to make your way to him before another knight does the same to you, the breath knocked out of you as you fall forward.

“Take them away!” you hear one of the knights say as your surroundings go black.

#ryuji sakamoto x reader #ryuji x reader #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 #persona 5 fanfiction #peach writes

[janelevy]

#3 + Rhekker from the fluffy prompt list... Hopefully you’re still doing those😉😊😍

#3 from the fluff list = “what did you do?”

summary: to celebrate their son’s fifth birthday, connor and ava take him camping, and it doesn’t take long for things to go awry. basically just domestic rhekker and them being the dorkiest parents ever!

a/n: i have no idea why i thought of camping. i guess i thought of the most opposite thing from being doctors in a hospital, and this is what i came up with. needless to say, connor feels a bit out of place in the wilderness haha!

When Connor suggested going on a camping trip to celebrate Charlie’s fifth birthday, Ava’s first thought was to ask him if he hit his head recently.

“Oh, come on, Avey. I’m not going insane. It’s just camping.” Connor was at the stove stirring a pot of macaroni while Ava diced onions at the counter behind him. He turned down the heat and set the wooden spoon aside, moving to face his wife from across the kitchen island. “I mean, how bad can it be?”

“Asking that question is setting you up for failure.” Ava pushed the onion pieces together on the cutting board, only pausing her work briefly to give him a giant eye roll. “Listen, I just find it hard to imagine Connor Rhodes, distinguished surgeon and proud Porsche owner, going out and— oh, what’s it called— ‘roughing it’ in the wilderness.”

He chuckled, but she didn’t miss the hint of exasperation behind his words. “Okay, first off, you also happen to be a distinguished surgeon. And secondly, we’re obviously going to take your car, not mine. We’ll need, like... a tent and whatever else. All that stuff won’t fit in Mr. Grey.”

“I still think it’s about time to sell Mr. Grey and get a nice, safe, dad car. Did you look at those links I sent about the Honda—”

“— the Honda Odyssey, yes, I did see those. More like Odyssey to imminent boredom, though.” Connor shook his head and leaned on the counter to meet her eyes, which were watering from the onions. “Avey, you know we agreed we’re not having any more kids. There’s only three of us. Why do we need a minivan? They’re so... bleh.” He shuddered and stood up again. “Anyway, you’re changing the subject. Don’t think you’re so sneaky.”

“Damn. Foiled me again,” she teased. “But seriously, Connor. The main reason I’m protesting this is because I’m concerned for you. You’d be uncomfortable for an entire weekend. Charlie and I would be fine. He adores mummy-son hikes, and I spent most of my childhood outside in the backyard digging up insects.”

“You also spent a lot of your childhood doing creepy fake surgeries on your stuffed animals,” Connor countered.

“It— it was practice!” she sputtered, unable to suppress the smile that formed in response to his smirk. “Anyway, that has nothing to do with what we’re talking about. I just want to do something all three of us will equally enjoy.”

Connor frowned then, his expression growing more earnest. “Avey, I already asked him what he wants to do. He... seemed super enthused by this idea. I’m not about to tell him no. I don’t care if I have to spend a few days covered in dirt and bug bites and whatever else. I want our baby to be happy.”

She paused in her work, setting the knife down and sighing. “Well, that changes it. The most important thing is what Charlie wants.” Without warning Ava circled around the counter to pull Connor into her arms. She sighed into his shoulder, turning her head so she could speak clearly. “He’s not really a baby anymore, is he?”

At her sniffle, Connor pressed a kiss on her head and murmured, “He’ll be our baby forever if we want him to be. Even when he’s the grouchiest teenager in the world, he’ll still be our baby. Even when he’s forty, he’ll still be our baby.” He gazed past her out to the living room, where their son was crouched on the carpet building towers with the big toddler-friendly Lego blocks.

“He will definitely be the grouchiest teenager in the world. With both of our DNA in him? Yikes,” Ava said. They shared a laugh then, and as Connor went to drain the pasta, she added, “Looks like we’re taking a trip to Bass Pro tomorrow to get some gear.”

Connor glanced over his shoulder, throwing her his millionth smile of the day. All these years, and he still couldn’t help grinning like an idiot around her. “Little dude is gonna be so thrilled,” he told her. And he was right.

Come next weekend, however, they were no longer feeling quite as thrilled about camping. They secured three entire days off, and they planned to savor every minute of them. So on the first Saturday in July, two days before Charlie’s official birthday, they packed up Ava’s SUV and drove out to the wooded shoreline of Lake Michigan and set up camp on a sandy patch near the water. Before Connor even got in the car, he had already layered himself with bug spray and sunscreen, and made sure Ava and Charlie were thoroughly covered as well. It was only after an entire hour-long car ride and unpacking at the campsite when they realized a smear of white zinc had accidentally been left on Charlie’s nose. Ava spent the rest of the day teasing him about it, and Connor waited until they were grilling hot dogs that night to retaliate and “accidentally” squirt a ton of sunblock all over her back. It got all over her tank top and hair, and the way she cursed him in between bouts of laughter drew him to take a midnight dip in the lake with her well within view of their tent, where an overstimulated Charlie had fallen asleep before it was even dark out. That first night swimming below the stars together, with dragonflies and fireflies swirling all around them, was perfect. They had never felt so far away from the city before.

Then came the next morning.

Connor was the first to rouse, rolling over to find Ava and Charlie still deep in slumber. He tousled his son’s hair affectionately; the kid had been passed out for several hours now. That had been bound to happen, though, considering Charlie sprang out of bed yesterday morning at 4 AM because he was too excited to sleep. 

Connor sat up and kicked the sleeping bag off his legs. It was fiercely hot and pretty stuffy in the tent, so his t-shirt was sticking to him like a second skin. He reached over to his things and pulled a pair of khaki shorts on over his boxers, grunting at the limited space and his sweaty, sticky arms and legs. This was not the definition of luxury, that was for sure. At least none of them had gotten any bug bites or ticks or sunburn or leeches or whatever else was out there. Nobody was getting any wounds on his watch.

He had to pee pretty bad, and thankfully Ava had found a campsite that had public restrooms close by to use. Connor had confessed he thought wiping his ass with a leaf was going a bit too far, and luckily she’d conceded. The bathrooms didn’t exactly have spotless marble countertops and hot water, but they were better than nothing. 

So Connor crawled carefully around his son, who was sprawled in between his parents’ sleeping places, and unzipped the flap on the tent (it was a fancy model, and he didn’t even want to know how much it had cost. Whatever the price was had to be too much. But again he had to remind himself— this was all for Charlie. That made it worth it).

Connor didn’t even spare a glance towards their supplies until he came lumbering back from the restrooms. And when he saw what was in front of him, he froze, jaw on the leafy ground.

It was all gone. Every last speck of food was devoured by... some kind of animal. Upon closer inspection at the tattered wrappers and claw marks left behind in the picnic table, it must’ve been a bear. Maybe two bears. Or wolves. God, what the hell lived out here? Connor gritted his teeth and spared the tent a swift glance. Ava wasn’t awake yet. Maybe if he was quick, he could take the car to the nearest convenience store and try to replenish all they’d brought.

But right then, to his horror, he saw his wife’s shadow sit up in the tent, and he heard her sleeping bag rustling. Panic roaring in his blood, Connor zoomed over and right as Ava began to unzip the flap, he stuck his head in the gap and smiled way too widely at her.

“Good morning, Avey! Sleep well?” he asked breathlessly.

She jumped back, startled by his sudden appearance. And of course, she smelled the bullshit all too easily. “... what did you do?” Ava replied, tilting her head as she stretched her arms behind her back and yawned. One eyebrow was up in a high arch, which was already a bad sign.

“Connor,” Ava said when he didn’t answer. Her voice was curt yet gentle. “Honey. What happened?”

He bit his tongue and gave a partial shrug. “Ahh... well... I- I guess you should see for yourself.”

Reluctantly he moved back and allowed her to crawl out of the tent and survey the remains of their food supplies. Right away she surged forward, hands scrabbling over the now empty tabletop. She grasped at empty, chewed-up wrappers, tossing them on the ground in shock and whirling back to face him. “This was supposed to last us two more days, Connor! I thought you secured all this stuff in the car overnight?”

Connor hung his head and let out a long, slow breath. “I... I forgot.” Then he sprang into action, darting back to the tent and retrieving the car keys. “But I can fix it! I’ll go run to the store right now and I’ll be back before Charlie even wakes up.”

Of course, as soon as that left his mouth they heard their son call sleepily from the tent. Then seconds later the little boy emerged from the tent, scratching his messy dark hair.

Ava forced a relaxed smile onto her face, going over to pick him up and hug him to full awakeness. “Good morning, nunu. Did you have sweet dreams?”

“Very sweet dreams, mommy,” Charlie yawned. He squinted his hazel eyes against the sunlight and buried his cheek in his mother’s shoulder the exact same way Ava nestled her face into Connor’s chest. His chubby little fingers played with golden wisps of Ava’s sleep-ruffled hair. “I’m hungry.”

“Don’t worry, little man, I’m gonna go get us something good to eat,” Connor said. He approached them and dropped a kiss on both their cheeks.

“You better,” Ava replied, keeping the threatening tone to a minimum for Charlie’s sake.

Connor unlocked the car and glanced back at her, offering one more apologetic grin. “McDonald’s?” he asked.

“Yes, McDonald’s.”

“I’ll be back soon. Love you.” With that, Connor got in the car and carefully drove off down the gravelly path.

Ava watched him go while rubbing circles into Charlie’s back. “Love you too, Dr. Buffoon.”

#chicago med #connor rhodes #ava bekker #rhekker #fanfic

[neohowphinktams]

8/30/19 - noonish

I'm sober rn and am going to be until sundown. Yesterday I drank a lot, two days before the craving hit, so I'mma go another two days until it becomes three then four etc, until it's 2x a week, Fri, Sat.

Jerren was a dick yesterday, which is kind of normal now because he's an asshole. Not 100% asshole, but he's enough of an asshole to earn that title. I'm thinking of not hanging out with him anymore if he thinks putting me down is some kind of fun game.

I have friends now, so I don't NEED to talk to housemates to get my daily socializing in...so I think I'm gonna stand up for myself. I'm also gonna think on how I can pick at Jerren so it's no longer a one way street of him insulting me... Except when I go after someone, it's not playing. Like the shit I just came up with was vicious. I have vicious side to me after that last psychosis and I need to get therapy to get rid of that monster. I'm gonna call my physical therapist and schedule an appointment for some EMDR, I'm nervous that I won't be able to recall much from psychosis because when you come out of it, it's hard to remember what happened. That's why I think psychedelic therapy is in my future. Hearing about the research being done, it sounds like I need it to set me on my life path and get rid of these negative beliefs I have about myself. I swear I'm so critical. Other people would think highly of themselves for seeing god. But nobody seems to care...because people in this house don't care bout nobody but themselves. Bleh, I've seen posts about how your living environment really affects your mental health, so I'm only gonna interact with people who bring nourishment to my soul, not parasitize me. For real

~~~

I'll write more in my journal later. I'm glad I found a use for Tumblr and I'm glad I'm not craving weed and finally taking a stand for myself. I really feel like I might be able to do something with this positive upswing.

I remember yesterday while Jerren and Alex were roasting me, I was like you guys arw weird as fuck, and I think they grasped it a little bit, because I wasn't offended by them roasting me, I was just curious about them. They need to grow up fr. They act like they're still in highschool. Anyway, I'll check-in at the end of the day if I'm not hanging out with people. ✌️♥️

-Dylan vK

[thegreatnyehehe]

The Woods of Drustvar

“Gah, I 'ate dis place. Gives me de creeps, mon." grumbled the madcap, Ta’kito, idly poking the withering fire wood between the three of them. 

“You give me the creeps.” grunted Grokk, Destroyer of Worlds, “As long as we get some orders to kill s’more innocent local townsfolk like in Brennadam, I don’t care about where we do it! Grahaha! Thrall’s Balls do I love bein’ evil!”

“Not evil, morally grey.”  Apothecary Iggzy corrected defensively.

“Don’t care ‘bout our alignmant! Just care da’ we get outta ‘ere soon. I’d much preferred to ‘ave crashed da’ hockey game goin’ on between de gnomes an dem tidesages down in Stormsong. ‘Eard they had conjured up some artificial ice to play on, would’a liked ta have beat dem Alliance dolts at dat, too! Haha!”

“And I would have relished in the chance to crack it, and send all those little gnomish fools into the waters! Grahaha!”

“Well, we’re not going to do that, or much of anything else,until our orders come in,so just make the best of it. Or don’t, I don’t care.” scoffed Iggzy.

“’Ow ‘bout we tell some spooOOooky stories, eh? It is Hallow’s End, eh, mon?Why don’t yeh tell one, A’potty-cary? Ye pick up anythin’ from ‘round here?” giggled the troll. 

“Oh, what? Because I’m a forsaken, I know all about every single story about anything that goes bump in the night? I know every tidbit and trivia about ever terror-ful tale about the Headless Horseman and The Great Pumpking and whatnot?” 

...

“Yes.” grunted Grokk, Destroyer of Worlds.

“Yeh.” agreed Ta’kito

“Oh, fine. Bleh.”

“Here’s a… er… local one. Deep in the woods of Drustvar, there lived a rancher, many years ago, in a time of plenty...

He once grew wheat and raised pigs that he sold to the Waycrest noble family, but he often went too far in fattening his livestock up. He planted the wheat in the Spring and cut it down in the Summer with his rusty Scythe, day after day. He fed them far too much, and they often died of disease long before they were even set to be butchered. The rancher didn’t know quite what he was doing wrong, he thought the wheat he had been feeding them was clean and decent enough.

After much consideration, he figured out something he thought was really smart. Instead of feeding the pigs crop, he started feeding the dead bodies of the pigs to the others… He fed pig to pig on a daily basis. Any of those little porkies that seemed tired or slow, were chopped up and fed to the others. The pigs ate eachother hungrily… lustfully, even... The big ones ate the little ones, siblings ate each other,.. The mothers even ate their babes.

Until, in the end, the rancher had only one pig left. It was a disgustingly obese, monstrously huge pig, and quite terrifying to behold. By now the time of plenty was over, and due to various politics of the time too obscure to know now, Kul Tiras wasn’t doing very well at all financially. But the rancher had seen the error of his ways just as the nasty thing ate what had then been the only other pig in the pen, his last brother. Since he was also out of wheat to feed with, the rancher decided to finally kill the damn thing, sell it to the House Waycrest, cut his losses and try to make his life in some other business.

But the monstrous pig knew something was up, and when the rancher came, scythe in hand, the pig attacked! There was a terrible scuffle, quick but bloody. In under a minute, the monstrous pig teared clean off the rancher’s face, leaving the boney skull underneath. Still, the rancher, screaming in agony, managed to slay the beast by bleeding it out, even as he was, blind as a bat and as deformed as a ghoul. He fell to the floor bleeding, his blood mixing and curdling along with his livestock’s, with what remained of his face half-chewed in the pig’s agape mouth. Still, on the morning of the next day, he awoke anyway. Maddened, he ran, scythe in his hands and a mask to conceal the horrors of his face, deep into some dark woods, perhaps these very woods, if I’m not mistaken. 

They say he stalks the woods of Kul Tiras, slaying any pig or boar he comes across as a form of revenge with his rusty scythe. Only thing is, without eyes to see, they say that humans smell and occasionally sound quite a bit like pigs anyway, so Butchers and ranch hands alike tend to be wary of walking the wood at night, less they like to be butchered themselves.

So, they called him the faceless farmer, even though he was more of a rancher by the story’s end. Doesn’t really make too much sense, but oh well. There’s the spooky story you wanted so ba- Hey, why are you shivering so much?”

Ta’kito and Grokk shivered fretfully while they held each other tight, their teeth chattering. It was not a particularly cold night, in fact Iggzy felt quite warm. Iggzy then noticed there seemed to be some hot breath coming from behind him in quick spurts. He turned around, ready to yell at whichever of the Dark Lady’s messengers that had been so late in their orders, but his furrowed brow twisted and raised itself high, his bitterness turning to complete and utter shock.

“It be de Faceless Farmeh!” shrieked Ta’kito, before jumping up with a start and running off hurriedly, amazingly easily holding a consistently bawling and sobbing Grokk, Destroyer of Worlds, who was pleading into the night sky for his momma to help him. Iggzy had only a glimpse of the spectre before sprinting off screaming, uncharacteristically swift for an undead of such a ripe age and ripe smell.

What the three Horde invaders believed was the Faceless Farmer blinked once or twice, though under his mask no one would have noticed. After he sighed another spurt of hot breath, the man took of his mask after a moment or two.

“Bah.” muttered the sad excuse for a man irritatedly, “Don’t tell The Great Nyehehe that the hockey game isn’t here!! Oh, drat!! And to think, he even swiped that masked moron’s stupid scythe as he forgot his hockey stick at home!! What a friendly fellow he was, despite all the defaced pig carcasses he carried around. The Great Nyehehe would say he regrets stealing it, but he truly doesn’t!! Nyehehe!!”

#holiday #Hallow's End #the faceless farmer

[what-the-flib-is-going-on-blog]

Bleh

I made this blog because I had so much I wanted to say. To just throw my words out there, instead of keeping them all bottled up...  

Now I’ve forgotten them all, lol.

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But here’s something... about my forgetfullness

I only made an effort to try online dating last year, because I had promised myself I would do so several years before. I felt hella load of intense emotions, enought for me to designate ‘Love’ as ‘Insanity’.  Anyway, didn’t work out with any of the guys I fell for over the year. Huuuuurt so bad. But it was an interesting experience, all the good and not so good feels. I tried to be friends with two of my exes, coz they were such fun people, but i kinda had a bout of depression and didn’t want to talk to anyone except close friends for awhile. 

Now...the memories of my exe’s are fading, kinda, it’s tricky to explain. Some memories remain, but the essence of the person is no longer there, I can only recall echos of those feelings I had.

So when I try to interact with them again, I find it jarring, I don’t know who they are deep down anymore. I mean, I also forget superficial stuff like their fav colour, but ...I forget their soul. This happens with everyone I care about. I struggle to interact with anyone who hasn’t made the effort to keep in frequent contact with me. Even if they are important to me. 

I cope better and am less awkward with old friends, people who spent enough time and years in contact with me that they are imbedded in my brain, even if I forget the details. 

Sometimes when I explain my mental stuff people are just, “everyone is like that” and it’s just...bleh. 

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tl;dr: Keep in contact with me or I will forget who you are. 

#forgetfulness #maybe autistic #goldfish brain #who are you? #bleh

[choccos-aaart]

nssssv pt four is finally here lol

heyyo guess what not-so-stereotypical sag, scorps and virgo is bACK

been since 2015 and oo boy does it feel good to be writing this again [i made an attempt to mimic how i wrote during the time and it felt real nice having my hands just puke on the keyboard again lmao good times] lET'S GO!!! ... So Virgo Scorps and Sag exploring a new planet heck yea Sagittarius: Hey, why are we always going to Earth?????? I mean like I bet there are more planets to bully!!!! QAQ Aquarius: AGREED. THOUGH, I HATE YOU. MUAHAHAHAHAAAAAA Virgo: *BROKEN* Scorpio: NO. SAGITTARIUS NO. WE CANNOT-- Virgo: HEY SAG WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!?!??!?!?!?!/1/1/1/1 Scopio: Whoop, they're gone. VIRGO?!!?!??!/1//1?!???!??!?1 WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING Virgo: TO SAVE SAG. I BET THEY'VE GONE TO A DIFFERENT PLANET THAT ISN'T EARTH. Scorpio: VIRGO I NEVER SAW YOU AS THIS. I MEAN-- Hold on... If this Sag is gone forever, then we'd have to get a new Sag... SHIT. VIRGO I'M COMING WITH YOU. Virgo: FINE. Scorpio: YOU-- WHERE'S OUR CAR. Taurus: In the shed, Aquarius: Well dUHH D Gemini: Can I get it? Ohh I sure do love our shed!! Virgo: Y-YOU-YOU ALL WERE IN LAST STORY GO AWAY. Scorpio: YEAH. EXACTLY. GO AWAY. YOU DUMB ASSHOLES YOU JUST ALL WANNA BE IN EVERY STORY CHOCCO WRITES Aquarius: WOW SAYS YOU Gemini: YOU'RE IN EVERY STORY Taurus: Scorpio you dumbass. Scorpio: SHUT UP. Virgo: The series is named "Not-so-stereotypical Virgo Scorps and Sag" for a reason. NOW BIBI. -Virgo and Scorpio enter the portal FabSag went inside of just before it closes. Lucky-lucky.-

Virgo: SAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!111!!1!1!!!111 Scorpio: WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!1111111111111!!!111!11 Sagittarius: AYE-AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!111!1!!111 WHAT THE HECK YOU GUYS YOU DON'T NEED TO YELL, YOU SEE I HAVE BIGGER EARS THAN YOU WHICH HIGHERS MY CHANCES OF BECOMING DEAF IF YOU YELL AT ME YOU ASSHOLES Virgo: SAYS YOU Scorpio: SAGITTARIUS, WE'RE BRINGING YOU BACK. Sagittarius: So how do we get back? I mean like we're not on Earth and this planet doesn't work the same way Earth does. Think we have to wait for someone to open a portal to this world o3o Scorpio: YOU KNOW THIS?!?!?!??!?!?!?/1/!??!?!?! Sagittarius: Heck yeah!! D I was stuck here before D Virgo: OH THAT'S BRILLIANT. WE'RE NOW STUCK HERE UNTIL SOMEONE WHO CARES OPENS A PORTAL HERE. SAGITTARIUS YOU'RE ONE TO BLAME, I WANT OUT, I WWWANT OUT NNOWWWWETJ AEKWEJADGJL Scorpio: ha Virgo's got no patience Virgo: REMEMBER SCORPIO. US EARTH SIGNS. WE WERE BORN WITH PATIENCE. EARTH SIGNS WERE BORN WITH PATIENCE LIKE NO OTHER- Scorpio: All earth signs but you lol Virgo: SAG BACK ME UP HERE Sagittarius: AYE-AYEEE!! SOPRIO YOU SUCK AND LIKE Virgo: YOU'RE NOT HELPING. Sagittarius: -fine if youre so smart- AY SCORPIO YOU KNOW YOU MAY BE PATIENT BUT YOU'RE NO EARTH SIGN Scorpio: wELL sO aREN'T yOU sAG Sagittarius: Sorry virgo no can do now UnU Virgo: YOU'RE GIVING UP ALREADY?!?!?!??!?!?!?/1/1//1/1 Scorpio: SAG. HELLPPPPP. Virgo: nO. sAG. dON'T. Scorpio: yES. sAG. pLS. Sagittarius: hEY hEYYYYYY!! wE'RE IN JURASSIC PARK NOW XDXDXDDD NOW WHERE IS ALAN OR Scorpio: jurassic park doesn't exist you stupid Sagittarius: Hell yeah it does, Virgo: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111!111 IT'S A T-REXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!1!1111!!!111 Scorpio: THAT'S AN ALBERTOSAURUS YOU DUMBASS. Sagittarius: *is most likely gone because of the dinosaur* Virgo: SAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGG!!! WAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. Scorpio: SAGITTARIUS YOU ARE AN IDIOT WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU Sagittarius: BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!1111!!!11!!! OVER HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!1!1!!11!1111!1!1! Virgo: OMG SAG WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Scorpio: AY SAG WHERE'D YOU FIND THAT HELICOPTER. Sagittarius: Dunno but like it like appeared right in front of me like BAM. Scorpio: I see. AY YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE THIS THING. Sagittarius: Nope. Virgo: GAAH. Sagittarius: jk jk jk lol i know how to drive this thing so ha, get on xD Virgo: SAG THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO MAKE JOKES Sagittarius: oi oI GET ON OR THE ALBERTOSAURUS WILL EAT US ALIVE Scorpio: wOW EVEN SAG KNOWS THE NAME OF THAT DINOSAUR, VIRGO SHAME ON YOU Virgo: *IS ALREADY ON THE COPTER BTW* DO YOU WANT BLOOD TO SPILL Sagittarius: Ayeee mind's getting back to the times when you said that UwUwuwuwuuwu Scorpio: FUCKING DRIVE Sagittarius: Pshht okay fine wow calm, *LIFTS OFF HECK YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!11!!1!!!11!* Virgo: thank god we're finally away from that t-rex Scorpio: VIRGO. Virgo: WHAT Scorpio: ALBERTOSAURUS Virgo: FUCK YOU. Sagittarius: Poor poor virgo doesn't like being corrected Virgo: Sag, can you at least be on my side of the argument? Sagittarius: But that dinosaur was really an albertosaurus. Sagittarius: WAIT. WHERE'S ALAN. I WANTED TO SEE HIM. HE KNOWS LOTS ABOUT DINOSAURS Virgo: tHAT'S cOMPLETELY uSELESS. Scorpio: Wow Virgo, don't you wan't to know how to tell two dinosaurs apart, EXAMPLE: T-REX AND ALBERTOSAURUS. You want me to teach you? Virgo: DO THAT TO ME AND I'LL THROW YOU OFF THE COPTER. DZZZ-DZZZ Sagittarius: AYEEE I GOT A TEXT LOL WHO IS IT FROM Scorpio: SAGITTARIUS WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET A PHONE Sagittarius: Aqua's friend from Earth gave me one for some reason Sagittarius: Imma read it *gets the phone out* "HAHAHA LOLOLOLOLOOLOOL I'M IN THIS STORY NOW HECK YEAH I'M DA MAIN HAHAHAH" LOL NO. AQUARI-ASS GO AWAY. IMMA TEXT THAT TO THEM Virgo: sAGITTARIUS. rEMEMBER THE RULE ABOUT TEXTING AND DRIVING Sagittarius: No? sagittarius crashes the copter and everyone dies lol jk but copter still crashes though Virgo: WAY TO GO SAGITTARIUS Sagittarius: What Virgo: YOU ALMOST KILLED THE THREE OF US Sagittarius: well sorRY Virgo: It's fine U^U As long as we're all safe-- SCORPIO. WHERE'S SCORPIO Scorpio: Hey, what even is this place? Virgo: The Planet of Transitions. It doesn't really have a name to it-- Sagittarius: OMG OMG OMG BROOO YOU'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE??? DDD Virgo: Yes. I got stuck here once. Sagittarius: SO I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Virgo: Virgo: OF COURSE NOT, SAG. Scorpio: ............wait where are the dinosaurs Virgo: DEAD. Virgo: LIKE WE ALMOST WERE, SAGITTARIUS Scorpio: Well that's good to know. Sagittarius: hELP ME I'M FALLINGGGGGGGGGGG AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!1111!1 ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Virgo: help you?! LIKE HELL WE'LL HELP YOU, YOU NEARLY kILLED US Scpr[o: SAG I'M COMING TO GET YOU Virgo: Scorpio wHAT ARE YOU DOING-- Sagittarius: Don't worry ya guys I'm back up now--SCORPS-- Scorpio: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!1!!1!1!!1!!11!!1 -SPLORSHSHHHHH- BRBRRBRRBRRLRLLRLRRLRBRBRLRLLRBLRBRBLRBR I CAN'T SWIM *CLIMBS UP ON SOME STABLE AQUARIUM DECORATION FLOATING ON THE SURFACE OF THE WATER WHICH IS HARDLY AT THE TOP OF THE AQUARIUM BECAUSE I WANT TO COMPLICATE THE SITUATION LOL HAHA WHAT LOSERS* virgo and sag jump down to try n save poor poor porpio but end up sliding on some glass Virgo: ACK! WHAT IS THIS?! Saggitarius: MA FACE IS FLAT BLEH BLEH Scorpio: haha lol what looooooooooooooosers your faces are all flat and level like pisces' line graph of their progress on-- Sagittarius: AAA!! THERE'S A SHARK BEHIND YOU!!!!!!!1!!     Scorpio: lol no there isnt Virgo: NO SCORPIO, SAGITTARIUS IS LIKE ACTUALLY TELLING THE TRUTH YOU NEED TO MOVE ELSEWHERE Scorpio" BUT I CAN'T SWIMMMM, OMG FRICKAJFASJDF;LASKDJFKASJDFKLJA Pisces: WASSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPP So um Scorpies you said somethin bout me what was it? Scorpio: jesus frick pisces Sagittarius: wowzies Virgo: Speak of the devil. SPEAK OF THE DEVIL. Pisces: What. Virgo: ANYWAYS, SCORPIO WE NEEDA GET YOU OUTTA THERE Virgo: .................and pisces. Scorpio: BUT HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO GET US OUT, GENIUS Pisces: YEAH GENIUS-- Sagittarius: I HAVE ONE OF THE COPTER'S SPINNY PARTS TO SMASH THE GLASS!!!!!!!!!!!1111!!!!!!1 Virgo: WHY WOULD YOU BRING ALONG THE REMAINS OF A BROKEN VEHICLE Sagittarius: That-THAT'S-TTHAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. Scorpio: This is Sagittarius we're talking about Pisces: Yeah this is sagittarius we're talking about-- Virgo: aIGHT, SAGITTARIUS, do the honours. Sagittarius: AYYYYY!!!111!!! *SMASHES THE GLASS AND SCORPIO IS FREE ...and pisces* *JK they don't successfully smash the glass* Scorpio: WEAK Pisces: Yeah, wEAK-- Virgo: Well, if all goes wrong, then we'll just have to *sIGH* phone aries. Virgo: ...And use their ram horns to ya know smash the glass Pisces: Where's your phone, then? ... GENIUS- Virgo: Yes, I kNOW, i dON'T hAVE a pHONE hERE, Pisces: Haha Virgo: bUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuUUUT. Virgo: Sagittarius does. Scorpio: THANK THE LORD Virgo: wELL HEYY! Sagittius!! DDDDD Hand over the phone!! Sagittarius: Ya mean the one Aqua's friend gave me? Virgo: YES. wELL??? Sagittarius: Virgo: Sag????? The PHONE????? IS IT HERE?? Sagittarius: Oh!! Um I left it near the window of the helicopter!! AH-- Virgo: OH NO. Scorpio: SO YOU'RE TELLING US THAT YOUR PHONE EITHER FELL OUTTA THE WINDOW OR BLEW UP TO BITS ALONG WITH OUR HELICOPTER Virgo: PISCES. WHAT ABOUT YOU. DO YOU HAVE A PHONE? Pisces: Well, wowie, is it really that far in time for phones to create a forcefield to stop themselves from breaking down in water? Scorpio: We're literally time travelers. DO YOU. hHAVE A PHONE. Pisces: No-- Scorpio: Alright, ya know what, I'm just gonna *LIFTS UP PISCES AND USES THEM AS A KNIFE TO CUT THROUGH THE GLASS* Pisces: Whoa! Virgo: PISCES IS A BLADE?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!??!?@?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!>!?>!?!?! Scorpio: Do you even know pisces? Sagittarius: Wow Virgo, first the mix up between a T-Rex and an Albertosaurus, and now not knowing Pisces can be used as a blade? You make me feel smart! Virgo: SHUT UP I HATE YOU DO YOU WANT BLOOD TO SPILL-- oh no. the planet of transitions is acting up again. WAY TO GO SCORPIO, NOW WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN Scorpio: Wow sorry Sagittarius: Well, we're on land????? Pisces: And there's some huge-ass telephone, too! Virgo: *GASPU* WE CAN PHONE ARIES-- Scorpio: TELEPHONE. Aries. Viro: TELEPHONE--WHATEVER. tha-THAT'S-THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. Sagittarius: OKAY, UHH, PISCES! wHAT'S ARIES' NUMBER! Pisces: Uhhhhh Scorpio: Does Aries even have a phone? Pisces: Duhh? So it's uhh, twelve, thirty-four... Sagittarius: *JUMPING ON THEM GIANT BUTTONS* Twelve, thirty-four, NEXT!! Pisces: Fifty-six, seventy-eight... Sagittarius: Fifty-six, seventy-eight, YEP!! Virgo: Wait a second... SAGITTARIUS STOP-- Pisces: And nine-hundred-and-ten! Sagittarius: And nine-hundred-and-ten!! DI-ALL!! Virgo: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO-- Pisces: PRANKT Virgo: OH MY GOD Scorpio: PFFT Sagittarius: SHSHHHSHHHH waitt... oh heyy! ... yeah? we're in the planet of transitions! ... oh--WAIT WE DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE FRICK-- ... ... ... PIsces: Was that legit? Virgo: WAY TO GO SAGITTARIUS YOU COULD'VE TOLD THEM TO SAVE US FROM THIS HELLHOLE Sagittarius: Oops Scorpio: Well-- Sagittarius: OHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDD IT'S POLICE HELICOPTER AND THEY'RE COMING STRAGHT FOR US!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111!! Scorpio: SHOOT THEM DOWN Virgo: But the police were from Earth, right? Sagittarius: Whatever. AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY *SHOOTS AN ARROW AT THE HELICOPTER* It's a hit! the copter goes down in flames Virgo: GOOD JOB YOU FUCK, THE HELICOPTER COULD'VE HELPED US OUTTA THIS PLACE Pisces: uh oh what if it was aries Scorpio: It can't be, they wouldn't have reached us that quick? Pisces: Yeah, it can't-t be Sagittarius: Omg lmao there's this loser trying to swim for this island Virgo: *gASP* Virgo: ARIES Aries: HELLOOOOOOO Sagittarius: ARIES!!!!111!1 Aries: TRAITOR Pisces: ARIES~~ Aries: YEAHHHHHHHH Scorpio: !!! Scorpio: BARBECUE. Aries: EW NO FUCK OFF, HAVE TAURUS INSTEAD, Scorpio: THEY WERE IN THE LAST STORY, THEY CAN LEAVE. Aries: WH-WHAT-WHATEVER. Sagittarius: So um Aries, can you get us ouuta here-- Aries: Well, SagiitTAIUS LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY FOIUCKLIIN HELLOCOPTPEPERARFADJ ASHDFDSDF ADSFHDS FDASK HDSFHALFA Pisces: So I guess we can just chill until help comes? Scorpio: Yeah, we can do, I dunno, whatever Virgo: That's not helping! We need to come up with an escape plan-- Sagittarius: WHOAAAAH!! EVERYONE!! IT'S A HELICOPTER!! Virgo: Hold up. HOLD UP. THAT BELONGS TO THE POLICE. Scorpio: Are there police in there tho>????? Pisces: Sag, you have an archers' eyes, lookie! Sagittarius: THERE'S POLICE IN THERE ALRIGHT :'000000 Aries: THEN SHOOT THEM DOWN YA DUMB IDIOATLKJATHTHTHTKTHKJ AHETSJKHJTKHKJTH Sagittarius: *SHOOTS* Shoot! Virgo: was that a hit or a mISS TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME NOW EWHEWKJHKJEWHKLAJWHE Sagittarius: WELL DID IT BLOW UP?!?!?! Virgo: NOOOADKJLASFJASLD Aires: SHOOT AGAINANGANDNSGNADSGNS\\ Sagittarius: I'M OUTTA ARROWS Pisces: Uhh, SCORPS YOU HAVE A GUN Scorpio: I LEFT IT AT HOME, YA DUMB Pisces: Aries: SHIT WE GOTTA SWIM AWAY Scorpio: THERE'S NO WAY IN hELL I'M GONNA SWIM-- *HELICOPTER NOISES* Capricorn: EVERYBODY CALM DOWN Pisces: I DON'T WANNA GET ARRESTED AGAIN!>>!>!>>!!!?!??!?!?!!?!? Scorpio: YOU'VE BEEN TO PRISON?!?!?!??! PIsces: Capricorn: EVERYBODY CALM THE fUCK DOWN I SAID Pisces: Wait.. CAPRICORN?!!!?!??! Capricorn: Damn right Sagittarius: You didN'T KNOW CAPPY WAS A POLICE?!?!? Libra: And Libraaa~~~!!!!!!!11!!11!!1!!! Scorpio: Libra?! Libra: Thaaaat's right! Libra: also capricorn told me about all of your crimes and now all they do is cry and cryyyyyy Capricorn: I'm welling in tears. *wells in tears* Aries: What a frickin bABY Capricorn: SHUT UP. Virgo: Oh yes! That's right! Can you take us away from this planet? Please? Capricorn: Why should Libra and I let you in, cRIMINAL?!?!!??!?! Virgo: ggggAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAsSP. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT! Scorpio: WHOA WHOA. Aries: WHAT'S THIS?! Pisces: VIRGO AND CAPRICORN ARE OFFICIALLY NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE?!! Libra: c'mon u guys just chill!!! -EVERONE'S SILENT- lIBRA: Coolios,l get in. -zeVERYONE GET'S IN >:000000- lIBRA: yeaH! Sagittarius: Thanks a million! We owe you one! Scorpio: No we don't. Sagittarius: PISS OFF! LIBRA, SCORPIO IS ACTUALLY THANKFUL Libra: Hahahaha, it's nothing, now all i gotta do is drive yas to a safe place Virgo: Libra, you're a safe driver, unliKE SAGITTARIUS, right?? Libra: Virgo: RiiiIIIIIIghhHHHHTTTT??????????????? Libra: yeah! Capricorn: DO NOT LIE, LIBRA Capricorn: You got your license off ebay and you know it Capricorn: In fact we aLL KNOW IT Libra: AW C['MON CAPPY, LOOK AT THEM NOW THEY'RE ALL FREAKING OUT Virgo: gODDAMN IT LIBRA YOU FUCKING DISASTER IDIOT MELT PISSFUCKING PRICK- Sagittarius: W-WAIT-WAIT-WAIT-W-W-W-wait....,... YOU DIDN'T KNOW LIBRA ILLEGALLY GOT THEIR LICENSE?!?!?!??!?! Sagittarius: pFFFF- HAHAHAHAHAHA DUMB Virgo: FUCK YOU SAGITTARIUS sCORPIO: YOU TWO BETTER SHUT THE HELL UP OR ELSE I'LL SHOOT BOTH YOUR HEADS OFF, UNDERSTAND?!??!?!?! Pisces: yeh virgo, shut up >:33 ... and sagittarius,,, Capricorn: ... Capricon: ... well/// Virgo: SOMEONE ELSE DRIVE BEFORE WE cRASH Sagittarius: I'll- VIrgo: Just like what SAGITTARIUS HERE DID TO US Sagittarius: D:< Ca[rocprm: how about- Aries: hOW ABOUT I DRIVE, MOTHAFUKKAZZZ!!!!!!! Capricorn: No. ScorpIo: I'll dri- Capricorn: You lost your license and we all know it. Capricorn: Anyone else? Aries: Well if no one else can, then why don't u do it? Capricorn: the only vehicle i can't drive is a copter. Capricorn: bitch. Aries; wHATEVER. Piscs: I can't believe you just assumed i couldn't drive!!! D: Aries: YOU CAN DRIVE!??!!??!!? Pisces: Well, yeAH? Libra: Goddamn it aries, you asshole Libra: Now, how are the other three going? Sagittarius: THen, why don't you just drive illegally? Scorpio: Nah, it feels wrong. Virgo: So you're implying that you killing us isn't half bad?!??!?!! Scorpio: Shut up. Sagittarius: But all we ever do on Earth is do illegal shit there anyway, I mean o4o ScorpIO: Fair point. Sagittarius: Uhuh. Sagittarius: Sagittarius: OI ARE WE HOME YET?!?!?! cAPRICORN: No, of course not. iN CASE YOU FORGOT HOW THIS PLANET WORKS, SOMEONE NEEDS TO OPEN A PORTAL FROM THE OUTSIDE. Sagittarius: Then why aren't you phoning anybody? Capricorn: Because we... Capricorn: WHO HERE HAS A PHONE? VIrgo: DAMN IT PISCES FOR DRIVING AWAY FROM THE TELEPHONE- PSCES": WELL, SORRY??????????????? >>:''333 VIRGI: ASDAGSFDGFJFKGGDSA-- Libra: I got one! Virgo: LEGEND Sagittarius: seriously ya gotta chill virgi: .......... fine. libra: *phones someone, i dunno* libra: O hhey!! Aqua! What's up-- Sagittarius: nO , THEY WERE IN THE LAST STORY SO THEY CCAN PISS OFF sagottarois: tell EM TO HAND THE PHONE TO SOMEONE ELSE Libra: Okay, i wanna speak to someone else Libra; ... Libra: Taurus!!!!! Heyyy!!!!! I need- Scorpoi: nO NONO NO NONO, TEHEY WERE ALSO OIN THE LAST STORY, TELL THEM TO GO AWAY OR I'LL BE HAVING STEAK TONIGHT Libra: Oohh!! Uh, can you please hand the phone to someone else, sorry!!! Libra: ... Libra: Oh hiiii!!! Whats up, gemini!!!!!! Virgo: HAND THE PHONE OVER TO SOMEONE ELSE PLEASE- Libra; I don't wanna talk to you, sorry, someone else please? ----- gemini: why does everyone hate me ----- Libra: Leo!!!!!! Hey!!!!!!!! Libra: Don't mind opening the gate to the planet 'stardos'? VIRGO/SAG/SCORPS: THIS PLANET HAS A NAME?!?!!??!?!?!!?!!??! ----- leo: sure thinG! i'll do it now!!!! ----- Libra: (to the 3 dumb bitches) Yeah! You didn't know? Capricorn: What did you think this planet was called? Pisces: Virgo, sagittarius, i'm not too surprised! Pisces: But scORPIO?!?!?!?!? Pisces: I ccan't believe i looked up to you!!!! >:'''''0000 ScorpioP: WAIT NO, THAT WAS ONLY THIS ONE THING i sweAR I'M CLEVERER THAN THAT- Pisces: haha traitor ... Leo: HEY EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! pisces: o look we're home. piscres: Everyone hop off!!!!!!! ...............and scorpio. -everyone hops off the vehicle- scorpio: ... scorpio: ... scorpio: what the fuck leo: ... bro did u lose a friend lol virgo: I DID!!! sagittarius: ... aquarius and i were never friends so the can piss off scorpio: leo: u guys are losers END bonuS: Leo: why the hell do i always get the least screen time whenever i'm featured in one of these stories Leo: wHAT THE HELL LEO: THIS IS UNFAIR.

#Zodiac #Zodiac story #Sagittarius #Scorpio #Virgo #Stars Wandering Through Time #SWTT #Pisces #Aries #Libra #Capricorn #Taurus #Aquiarius #Gemini #Leo #SWTT Sagittarius #SWTT Virgo #SWTT Scorpio #SWTT Aries #SWTT Pisces #SWTT Capricorn #SWTT Libra #SWTT Gemini #SWTT Aquarius #SWTT Taurus

[haeroniel-doliet]

y’all quick rant time about the new years. a lot less sad than my other ones

right. im just ticked bc im having a weird feeling and its not making sense. i dont think 2018 is real. like just as a gut feeling or whatever, 2015-17 have been pretty real to me idk why but they have, feel like a real year, i still like the sound of 2017 a lot better than 2016 for some reason etc and i always do struggle with adjusting to a new year i guess? bc of habit writing down dates. but i feel like 2017 came naturally and it was expected. but 2018? nahhhhhhh. thats not real. not a good number, not a good sound does not exist and is not gonna be a real year. for some reason im apprehensive bout 2019 bc thats a lil whoo in the retro futurism but im ready for 2020. fuck knows why. 2020 is gonna be the next real year.

 unfortunate too considering last two new years have been p shitty. *then again most years have not been great* (yea i maybe have problems with setting up expectations from media and talk that my own family doesnt follow through with nor are inventive or fun, so i get ‘depression spikes’ around holidays and birthdays. idk. i gotta look into that) anyway. sometimes new years is like stadning in the snow taking a sip from their sparkling wine looking at neighbours fireworks. or just sparklers. never our own fireworks unless w a big group of their friends. or wed melt tin but not do it again for years bc oops inconvenient apparently. here the first year we went to hyde park in the dark w the family and i wasbeing a grumpy pissed off baby for some reason i cannot recall (but i usually am around family i guess.)  and the other year i just sat at home watching the fireworks on tv and listening to them through the window while my parents went out. ive spent many a new year just on my computer. not that they suck but its kinda sad 

right but yea ive been dreaming of being with friends and having a set up party to celebrate new years with people i choose to spend time with and make it special who want to also make it special like we expect it. basically i wanna be the pinterest mom who makes everything extra and pretty rather than (sorry) my mom for whom a few balloons and streamers are a lot of party decoration. tbh thats another rant. my moms a p good human, like what she does in her work and doesnt upset anyone i guess and has friends. but shes quite a bad chef and baker and fun person. m never going to miss my moms cooking or baking, bc i do all the baking and while ive been gone i feel like i cook better for myself. not even missing her taking care of me bc i think i can handle it pretty well on my own, despite a few phone calls for support.  as well as she likes to nag about things making me shut down and be pissed (why do they trigger this response in me so quickly? its not fair to them, but they do and i guess thats a thing i gotta work on iin theeraaapyy or whatever i end up doing) 

fuck im really looking forward to seeing the mental health advisor and getting to a therapist councellor psychologist anyone asap. i just wanna get settled w someone good and  actually sort these out. bc recently everything feels like a dream and ive not changed out of pjs or been out of bed for days. i dont feel like i can leave the house w out my parents (unlike at uni i could go on walks or shit by myself and not meet anyone who questions it) and bleh meh i feel like my dads mad at me for holing myself up and being grumpy all christmas and in general when being interacted iwth, as well as not wanting to do anything i should do like go shopping or get my hair cut while im here. im just being miserable really and i want it to stop and know how to explain to them why i think theyre part of the problem when obviously to an outsider or to themselves, theyve never done anything to cause me to be like this.even i cant explain it. its just too many little things i guess. 

fuck where was i going. i mean yeah right, this was about new years. 

so originally again parents are going to a party and i was going to be alone home bc i know nobody in london. not even my old school friends live here/are around rn. so lo and behold im dragged along to my parents and their friends house touring meals all in one day, and im ofc with their friends daughter and her friend, who are genuinely llovely and way cooler than me, and even though theyre older im the first in uni, whoopwhoop. and her dad is funny and they have a dog. and they invited me to join their new years party. hahhahh holy fuck yay. theyre all very genuine about it, saying id fill in the table as the 6th person and balance the girls and boys, and that bc id be there theyd celebrate finnish new years as well as their danish and the current uk one. and apprently were for dinner and to play cards against humanity and did i mention they have a super cuddly and wonderful white dog?  anyway. apparently i now have plans for new years and i hope itll be wonderful. ofc i gotta be polite and get over being awkwarad at the same time and figure out how to get home politely so i dont have to spend the night there bc i dont like staying over unprepared and i really dont know them super well. anyway. tomorrow im gonna shower bc im disgusting, and bake finnish pancake bc i have now promised, and go over to spend maybe 6 hours w them and have a genuinely nice new years eve and im really looking forward to it

im just not looking forward to 2018 cancel it, skip it, idk i just dont want that number. im gonna call it neo 2017 sure. redo 2017 and then next year 2019

#new years thoughts #tbh im rambling again but maybe its legible #tldr; 2018 is not real nope

[blahandwhatever]

April was a pretty good month. Thought I should acknowledge that, despite the occasional slump and frustration, it was a decidedly better April than any I’ve had in recent memory, most of them being particularly shitty times for one reason or another.

May hasn’t gotten very far yet, but it’s been pretty bleh so far. I’ve been feeling pretty weird, mentally and physically, and think/hope it’s just another chemical imbalance thing. I also had a couple of bouts of painful and vomitey digestive issues in the past couple of weeks that left me feeling kind of depleted. Sleeping has been kind of hard, and my face looks tired every day, and my mind goes off on unnecessary rants, and I have a feeling of needing to escape that I haven’t had in a long time. Yesterday I called my grandfather for his name day and got the tired old line of questioning about when he’ll get to meet my boyfriend or see me get married, this time with a stinging dash of suggestion that being alone equals wasting my life. Not now, I thought; I don’t have the mental armor to keep this from cutting straight to my heart. Now I’m stuck in a loop thinking about how badly I want to be done with anyone who would tell me how to live my life (and also dreading the hypothetical situation of my relatives actually meeting my hypothetical boyfriend and judging/talking shit about him. pretty sure that would be the open hatred breaking point).

I’ve gotten used to the in-store mask wearing, but I still hate it, hate it even more than I sometimes hate my uncovered face. Even more still, I hate the assholes who look down on those who are trying to cooperate/be cautious and willfully disrespect people’s space. I’ve been searching for outdoor flowers for myself and my mother and having an unusually hard time finding anything I really like that is also in good condition. A lot of plants look poorly cared for; I don’t know if it’s a supply issue, or employees being too busy with coronavirus measures, or cooped-up people doing more gardening and buying out the best plants (there sure were a lot of damn people in those garden centers). Meanwhile, I’ve ordered a fuckton of summer clothes to try, figuring that, even with the delays in processing of orders and returns, I should have all my refunds by tax time. I have also accumulated a small savings account in the form of things I need to return to Target someday when they are accepting returns again.

Anyway, now I have to go work on a project for tomorrow because tomorrow there won’t be time.

[the-husbando]

👌 - Best friend? 🎤 - Top 5 favorite bands? 📝 - Story from your childhood. 💬 - I wish… 💦 - What makes you horny? 👊 - Something you hate? Also, blue and lavender

👌 - Best friend?

i have about two... one who is on the website and they know who, the little shit :3 and the other i actually haven’t spoken to in a lil while, but he’s a delight.

🎤 - Top 5 favorite bands?

oh dear.... Missssfiiiiitttssss. Daft Punk????? The Classshh??????/ Billy Idol.... oh dear, i really couldn’t choose darling! i’m more so inclined to the liking of songs, there’s not exactly a single band i quite like more than others, just songs.

📝 - Story from your childhood.

When I was a bout ten i needed to get chlorine tablets for our small pool. Me being the idiot i am had gone down to the shed to grab the jug/container of them, and OF COURSE I HAD TO SNIFF THE FUCKING CHLORINE CAUSE WHAT CHILD IN THEIR RIGHT MIND DOES THAT!!!???? any way... so im sitting there, in my backyard... dying, quite literally! (i was about 10 at the time) and i manage to my room somehow and lock myself in and continue having a coughing fit, unable to breath and kinda like “ok so this is how it ends... i mean... it sucks” but anyway, my sister (whom i shared a room with) comes in and sees me, calls our dad and my dad panics, and im over here like “im totes fine, lol jk, but i guess i need help”. So my mom comes rushing home from work to take me to the hospital and it turns out i poisoned my lungs (also it was the first time i ever got an xray, had an ultrasound once before but this was fucking rad). anyway, so i was struggling to breath, and my mom was there comforting me but at the same time prbos thinking what a fucking idiot. i end up being on a puffer for about a week, it hurt like hell to breath in deep, so swimming on excurions was v hard since i lvoed swimming, but i got better over time.

💬 - I wish…ooh darling i wish a lot of things... i wish i was rich, so i could travel a lot, shout my friends plane tickets, leave massive tips for everyone. mostly shout my mates plane tickets and not have a care in the world.

💦 - What makes you horny?

ooohhh send me a list and i’ll check it off

👊 - Something you hate?

black licorice. bleh.

Blue - You’re amazing.Lavender - You are my tumblr crush.

Oh you’re so sweet and i’m so flattered darling!! i feel honored!

[yourfavoritexeposofthepop-blog]

makin' bacon burgies

Aight guys today imma take you on a little barely literate journey on different ways you can make some sweet dough in a pixelated horse game dominated by bored 40 years old women who have made the decision to swap out yoga, accai berry smoothies and kale for a "realistic simulation focused on horses" well...a highly competitive genetic race with a core audience of 8 year old who think genetic is a pokemon #649. 

Now if i am honest i am not a good example of holding equurs but in the last 12 hours my reserve has gone from 600k to 10mil. for me equurs are not something i need as when i do i can easily sell my hordes of shit i have collected over time. so following my "slight dig at 40 year olds intro" today i will be covering 2 topics 1. My financial history and how to abuse it 2. My personal expenses and how to avoid them. 

My financial history 1. sale of horses (pretty basic sell horses!) selling horses i one thing but not making long term gain from the sales, its not worth it. if you are wanting to make gain from this remember NEVER SELL A HORSE UNDER 2,501e weather it is a cross or purebred they still cost 2,500e to breed and with public coverings used the minimum for that horse should be 3,001e this of course only goes for horses under 6 months after that they begin to cost (fodder, carrot and equestrian center boarding) for just one day (2 months) that horse can cost you 46e on top of the 3000e already. now the sales can be tough so really the best thing you can do is stalk obsessively, wait for there to be minimal foal sales at low prices go for 2600-3100e for a woken up 6 month old, remember don't board just wake for that sweet sweet aging point. tips: STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM BREEDING ARABIANS seriously there are currently 3x more Arabians than any other horse on the server they are the poor mans horse NO ONE want's or needs them, go for something a bit more exotic hmm Icelandic, Nokota's, Mustang they will all sell better especially if they are purebred (pssss...avoid cross breeding if possible), and check and label the horses i.e c/5%1109GP, labeled horses are just...easier to sell and once you have got an idea of the sales and costs it will come in handy i.e a pure bay TB foal will sell for 3000e but cremello? Up to 100k pretty good aye! 

GA, RA, seasonal coat stuff whatever you get me lets start with the easy one "seasonal shit" buy them when they are cheap hold onto them when you get them in an event watch the sales learn the prices then sell in the off season or fuck it CHRISTMAS aaahh yes a beautiful time full of children desperate to spend the pass pack there aunt bought them. sadly this Christmas i may have been saving up for it but sadly i was away, at least i got to sell my flammy flame sleiphnir for 45passes more than i bought it NOOOIICE. golden apples (stuff retired apples those aint shit on aus server legit they are only a colectable but...treat em the same way as GA's i guess) Currently the price is at 250k for a golden apple coat (excluding donkey), i personally aim for anything under 190k then sell for 200-250 depending on species, blup, genetic, training, bmi's and limit. when selling whether it is limited or not is quite important if its not limited dump it (psss..when choosing your own GA coats go for limited always like.... for real), if it is try and hold it as long as possible so when it does retire you can get that extra buck on top or become a collector.

hmmm i dont really have much more to say about gold apples...oh sell just under the sales price with donkeys even less, i sold today 30 ga donkeys for 170k they were all gone with in the hour and my golden apple horses all bought under 160k sold for 200k also with in the hour. go for a tad less but never less then the bought price.

sale of products

ill be quick with this one presenting epos' top 3 shop items 1. Carrots, thats right surprise surpise i am sure you have heard this one a thousand times and well... there is a reason for it ok lets break this down 1 carrot sell for 10e, in a 25acre greenhouse you can plant 25 carrot seeds at 1000e add 25 manure costing 2575e (if bought you should make it yourself though) give it 6 days for your 2503 carrots to be ready total profit without expenses taken off 25'030e and 21'455e if you are paying for manure + seeds. now lets say you have 100 acres of land the all growing carrots each week you will be making a total of 100'120e expenses not included, that pretty good for a once per week 5 minute job. 2. apples, simple let the trees grow no care needed sells for 3e literally a completely useless item all round they are just...easy 3. Manure, its shit (free) + Straw (cheap to grow cheap to buy) = shit in a bag selling for dayyuum good price (52e) now i would go through all the math and shit to help you know all the cost yadda ya but i really can't be fucked IT'S CHEAP BOOM BITCH HOW BOUT DAT. 

Misc income, Contest, Coverings, Competitions, Divines, Board, Missions and partner offer thats thats right! i'm smashing it all into one because this is starting to shit me, the first two misc and contest PPPfffrrttt that shits all luck and stuff though in the last 7 days i have made 284,860e out of it so.. thats alright i guess. 

coverings, in 7 days i have in the past made over 1.3mil, this just takes time, the right colts and of course a really high gp, if you have the time and patience i would suggest doing so not only that you will need to make sure you are either apart of a high gp team or constantly buy the next top gp release available, this is of course if you are after 7'500e per cover, coverings are a very good idea sadly i only had the patience for 1 week, now heres an easier option if you are just after a little work daily unicorns well...no just 1 unicorn for me that is my Arabian colt "Dancing in space" of course you could put up all sorts of cover for little to no cost but remember putting a lot into an awesome curly colt thinking he will cover so many per day for top dollar no you are wrong in the sense of covering it is best to use what is popular and spread the cancer known as the Arabian horse, when breeding unicorns though go for the uncommon breeds STAY AWAY FROM ARABIANS. 

Fuck alright where am i now lets see... competitions= nah like only if your a heavy blupper its good don't go for a "comp horse" as you will make fuck all doing so, though i will suggest entering the Grand Prix daily if you can you'll make something like 2000e just for entering thats like 16'000e daily for 8 horses or something idk lol i don't rank that low.

divines and missions if your not a cash cow with 100+ divines and skillors needing lessons its pretty shit, you could do lessons with your app horses but you won't so don't bother because w..wait for it it's shit.

board only worth something if you get type 1 boxes at lowest price or slightly higher, don't add any bonus and just put them out to the public for there app horses, not at all fancy BUT WE NEED THEM!!!

Huffff finally done the "my financial history guideline shit" alright expenses hmmm epos what do you waste money on cocaine, strippers, emma's sweet sweet EPOS NO well my expenses used to be shameful but they are pretty clean now, my top problems used to be boarding and bonus items but they are taken care of now.

Boarding option 1. buy your own shitty box type 1** stick the app slave in there and forget it for 60 days, pre easy stuff prestige and all that stuff i was told not to do, do whats easy and cheap bleh. Boarding option 2. click 60 days on the board page to display the cheapest center at that period of time aim for 1,200e in the afternoon and night this will be tough for a horse with low skill hint do it after update or close to too get them good cheap boarding.

Bonus items: well..when i started of in high leaping gems it was gospel to buy all the bonus item to put on the horse just to blup it in 15 minutes then never see it again, well that fucking stupid especially when your closest opponent is 50gp behind annnnndddd you fill your own competitions anyway, like don't if you can't afford bonus items dont use them if its a low gp and skill horse just fill it yourself from 0 participants dam easy. 

Aight im done now any questions just ask or what ever sorry for the grammar not sorry.

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