#but like any friend ya feel there's no really distinguishing

[animementrash]

AOT veterans headcanons pt.2

Characters: Miche Zacharias, Nanaba, Moblit Berner

Tags: characters headcanons, some may be ooc?

A/N: Here's the second batch of my headcanons about the AOT vets, if you want to read pt. 1 here it is :) once again, this is how I percieve them. Let me know what you think and thank you for reading! Love ya, bye! <3

Miche Zacharias

Most intense eye contact you will ever see, he’s the kind of person to keep direct eye contact when speaking and his gaze tends to intimidate almost everyone.

Talks with Erwin a lot, they have been friends for a long time and is usually one of the few people who can stand Erwin when he starts rambling about the outside and why is it important to lead humanity towards it.

Speaking of his long-time friendship with Erwin, he is the one who introduced Erwin to cigarettes years ago when they were just simple scouts.

The night before they went to the underground to get Levi, Miche questioned Erwin several times to make sure he was aware of the dangers they would encounter and even tried to persuade him to not go.

Will use almost anything he finds as a toothpick.

Has the most insane work out routine, not even Erwin is able to do it without exhausting himself. Only Levi can keep up with him when training and it’s only because he’s an Ackerman.

Has the highest body count in the scouts. I have no proof but no doubts either.

Another whistler, he’s also known for his constant humming and whistling but you can distinguish him from Erwin by the tunes they make.

Refuses to do paperwork, even if Erwin himself orders him to do some reports he will just say no and change the topic. Erwin no longer tries to make him do it.

When he forced Levi to kneel before Erwin in the underground, he was truly surprised by how much strength he had to use in order to push Levi down, he couldn’t understand how someone so small could be that strong.

Pushes his hair back and ties it in a small ponytail when it gets in the way.

Smirks a lot. Has the sassiest smirk ever.

Loves to trash talk people when drunk, especially those in the military police.

When Erwin and him used to go out he was always ready to be Erwin’s wingman.

Whenever Levi is brewing tea he’s always nearby, he isn’t much of a tea person but the smell is comforting and helps him get rid of any nasty smell that may be lingering in his nose.

Once tried to convince Erwin to keep his beard and moustache just like him but ended up asking him to shave because “not everyone can pull that combo”. Truth is he knew Erwin was hot with facial hair and decided to play safe.

Most of the time he doesn’t understand what Hange tends to ramble about but will listen nonetheless and even throw some questions from time to time.

(This one is so nasty sorry) Has a tendency to spit on the floor anytime he feels like it, Levi punches him whenever he sees him do it.

Snores a lot when sleeping. Like, a lot.

Loves to eat bread and will always try to get an extra piece when having dinner.

Nanaba

Loves to read romance novels. Used to believe she was a princess when she was a little girl.

Deals with imposter syndrome and used to doubt herself a lot before Miche gave her a reality check and told her that if she wanted to keep doubting herself then she could do it in another team, this helped her to stop being so self-conscious and focus on her strengths.

Loves flowers and will try to gather some when they’re outside the walls during expeditions.

Never knew how to socialize or make friends so when Miche requested her to be on his team she felt very happy to know someone acknowledged her even when she wasn’t too vocal.

Has beautiful hands, her nails are always neat and polished.

One-time Hange joked about her being the female version of Levi because their hairstyle is similar and she felt really awkward, Miche then said the hairstyle suited her better and she thanked him once more for always having her back.

Her love language is acts of service.

Really likes to spend time with Moblit or Levi, mostly because both are as quiet and reserved as her but also because the three shared the common factor of having a noisier counterpart who exhausted their social battery and knew what it was to need some quiet time.

Used to sleep in as much as she could when she had the chance, if it was a rest day for the scouts she was never seen up until midday.

Knows how to make flower crowns and will make them whenever she has the chance.

Has the sweetest and most adorable laugh ever.

Her nervous stims are shaking her legs when sitting or tapping her fingers rhythmically on whatever surface is nearby.

Owns a pretty decent number of dresses and jewelry, she also owns a single perfume she cherishes a lot because it was brought all the way from Mitras.

Has a sweet tooth, loves candied apples and apple pies.

Moblit Berner

Has the neatest, prettiest handwriting among all the scouts.

Has photographic memory, this is why he’s very good at drawing and at tracking down all the stuff Hange misplaces throughout the day.

The attention to detail he has is incredible, he’s able to catch up with things faster than anyone thanks to this.

Doesn’t know when or how he ended up being Hange’s nanny, but doesn’t mind it because he finds Hange’s mind very fascinating.

Rolls his eyes a lot, he can’t control his facial expressions no matter how much he tries either.

Before Hange even tries to show Erwin a plan, it has to be pre approved by Moblit, 8 out of 10 plans never make it outside their office.

Makes the most hurtful and snarky remarks when mad and makes it seem as if it was just a comment so you can’t complain about his attitude.

Gifted Nanaba a book about floriography and helps her collect flowers when outside the walls, he also likes to draw them before they wilt so she can add them to her collection.

Isn’t too fond of gossip but knows everyone’s secrets because people tend to vent with him because he is so serious and calm.

Admires Erwin a lot and is sometimes intimidated by him.

Loves to hang out with Miche and Erwin, and it’s only after a couple drinks when he can start being chatty with Erwin.

Is the only person who has seen Hange crying more than once.

One time he came across Levi at the kitchen when he was making some tea and to make things less awkward asked him for a cup, now he has to pretend he also likes that bitter tea because whenever Levi makes tea, he makes sure to bring him a cup as well.

Was once asked by Erwin if he could draw someone just by hearing their description, they then worked for weeks to make a drawing of who turned out to be Erwin’s dad.

Cares so much about Hange, not only as his superior but also as his friend, he believes there is no one who could be as brilliant and smart as them.

Levi once asked him to draw a dog and he couldn’t understand why, it wasn’t until Levi named the dog “Sniffer” and placed the drawing on Miche’s office door that he understood what it was for.

#aot headcanons #aot vets #miche aot #miche zacharias #nanaba #nanaba aot #moblit berner #aot moblit

[changingplumbob]

hey, 4-6, 28, 43, 44 questions for Reece 👀

resource

*does warm up arm stretches*

My boy Reece!

What is your sim’s ethnicity?

Reece is your basic average white person with no culture (I feel like I can say this as I'm also a basic average white person with no culture [also being white is not a culture and if someone says that they're probably a racist to some degree]). In my lore his family is from France way back when (obviously anyone who has strong ties to a European country is not a basic white person) but I haven't had much chance to do much with this fact. It'll probably come into play more when he and his siblings get around to having kids (because let's sing ALL the french nursery rhymes)

Does your sim have any nicknames?

Yes but also no. Samir has called him Blondie since way back when they first met (yes Samir likes blondes). Now he's a YA Samir has also started to call him Gorgeous, this is a good pg choice if they are around others. When they're alone and Samir is feeling romantic he calls Reece a good boy. When they woohoo he also calls him REDACTED and REDACTED because Reece does enjoy his kinks.

Outside of his relationship though he does not have any nicknames. His family have never shortened his name when talking to him, and all his friends call him Reece. Some people's names don't get the nickname treatment, like Devin or Adam.

Do they have a job? If so what is it?

He is applying for University at the moment. He may be a happy forest hippie but he is a genius. He will be doing a biology degree (just like his older sisters Charlie and Keira) and it looks like he'll be able to get into the distinguished degree.

I think his ideal job would be a forest ranger. Using his smarts to make sure the local flora and fauna is maintained you know. But this is not an option in game... If you know of a mod that adds this career though let me know! His second choice is to be a doctor (yeah he's so stupidly brainy the medical field is his second choice)

Does your sim like books? If so what’s their favourite one?

He wasn't always a fan of books, he's been an outdoor lover since childhood, but now that he's a geek he does like to read a bit. For non fiction he'd go with a book talking about plants. Fiction... he is a fan of werewolf romance novels. I do not read them so I can't tell you his favourite but it'll be whatever one has the most steamy parts.

Bonus: There is a 100% chance that Samir will lightly restrain Reece and read him the steamy bits with sporadic kisses until Reece is begging for woohoo. Maybe I should make this a scene in their next chapter? I don't know how the screenshots would go but it would be fun!

What is a wish your sim has?

General gameplay would have me believe he wants a kid. Plot wise he wishes that they can figure out what happened to Samir's parents so that Samir can heal (as much as you can heal with your parents having being butchered). He has already achieved the Inner Peace lifetime aspiration and is working on the Zen Guru one.

What is a flaw your sim has?

He gossips all the time, probably about things he shouldn't (but he's not telling anyone Samir is a werewolf unless Samir says it's okay). He is indecisive, he often thinks of many choices and options but will be slow to take action. This is where Samir's tendency to be rash can balance out their efforts.

That was fun, I love you really Reece!

#dag dag or tag tag #ramble ramble ramble #I do love my sims

[for-science-ao3]

Chapter Two

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41680413/chapters/135096562

Word Count: 3.5k

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Personality Cores are sentient Ai, built and programmed to complete one singular core function. Secondary programming outside of primary function regards these cores as defective. In the event of an encounter with a defective Personality Construct, The machine should be promptly removed and relocated to the nearest incinerator. Aperture’s Personality Construct Faculty thanks you for your contribution to science. Build a better future for yourself, and those after You.

—

You knew they weren’t supposed to be here this early. 

Wheatley doesn’t stop walking when he hears the voices, in fact he rather heads towards them, with yourself begrudgingly following him. Rationally, you know the cores you’re about to encounter were fine. Kooky, sure, but that seemed a given for aperture. You knew this.

“Fact: Not one person has told Adventure core–”

“--Rick.”

“...Adventure core that he is incapable of adventure,as he is nothing more than a robot.” The nasal sarcasm hits you like nails on a chalkboard. Funny in a game, irritating in a real-life situation.

“I am fully capable of adventure, I'll have you know.” While Wheatley rounds a corner, following the catwalks, you can just hear the voices grow louder. It’s like Wheatley is searching for them.

“Do you think they’re close? Sounds close. Definitely seems close. Pretty sure.”

Alright so he IS searching for them.

Wheatley leads ahead of you, pointing with two fingers “It’s this way,definitely this way.” He turns down a different corridor for mere moments before turning back around with a muttered “Not that way,actually. dead end, that is.” and down the other hall he went with you trailing behind. There is far too much to think about. You almost wonder how the hell wheatley has the computerized processing power to do it…while effectively broken,even.

Maybe he’s just taking it one step at a time/ whenever a problem comes up?

“Hello over there!” Wheatley calls out when he can’t figure out just where the three voices were coming from. And granted, it works. It gets a reaction. 

“..Think I can’t do adventure? I’ll show you, wise-ass.”

Just not the one you were hoping for, really.

Around a corner, previously concealed by piping leading far above your head and intersecting with the catwalks comes another core, only really distinguishable by a green, animal-like iris. Words weren't exchanged before Rick had pulled one loose-socketed arm of Wheatley's around his back “Now who are ya?”

“Woah–Hey” You step in, waving your hand in front of the core’s face “We’re just trying to find him someplace to get repaired”

“Can never be sure.” Rick reasons haphazardly as he lets go of Wheatley's arm, which falls limply to his side, nonfunctional. The lights lining the forearm die out once his arm starts moving. That’s great, you consider bitterly, now there’s even more work to do.

“Wow.” Wheatley mumbles as he stands, pushing the arm back and forth with a squint “uhm..Strong arm.”

“So, who might you be?” Rick questions in a far more friendly tone of voice as he walks around you once. Amusing as you might find it, you’d be lighter on a better day. Hopefully you'll find that sunny day soon.

“Not interested, buddy.”

“I’m not saying that you were!” Rick claims, raising his hands in defense.

While maybe a different day you might’ve been more compelled to give him the chance of day, you were on a single track; getting the hell out of aperture.

…you wonder if that’s how chell feels. Stuck in a single track-mind.

You grunt “Fine, really don’t have the time for this. Do you or your..uh two friends know where we can find any spare parts?’

“Eh? Not friends.”

“Do you or do you not know?” you rephrase just that much more bluntly, and out around the piping comes two other cores. Distinguishable only by calculating violet and bubbling orange.

“I do know where it is.” Fact core states as he moves around past Rick, Wheatley and yourself, effectively leading the way already.

..Part of you didn’t figure it would be that easy. 

But it was. Almost an instant routine falling into line. You didn’t stray far from Wheatley,as he was undoubtedly more familiar to you. Rick and Fact walked ahead of you both, going round and round in a back-and-forth, while Space core bumbled along behind you, chattering in your ear about the glories of space and random things he either knew about space or wanted to see in space.

“Space…hm-hm.. Did you know- did you- that Jupiter has less than half the day and night cycle that earth does? But twelve times the year cycle! Want to see jupiter..moon rocks..asteroids..saturn…Saturn's rings! All made of-of asteroids. Asteroid belt.” You wonder briefly and bitterly if Aperture has any fancy noise-canceling headphones hiding somewhere. Maybe with whale sounds or white noise. You’d prefer static to quell a rushing adrenaline.

A Rag-tag group of idiots. It wasn’t fair to call Wheatley stupid when he really shines in comparison to the dynamic Rick, Fact and Space provided. Ceaseless chatter between the four of them, comparing stories, tidbits and randomized rants, enough to make your head spin silly. You were nearly considering whether or not you could just ignore them. But besides Fiction related endearment towards the cores, you realistically needed them. The three knew where to find spare parts, and Wheatley needed to be able to get Chell out of the testing tracks.

So you put up with the ceaseless chatter, an endless back and forth.

“I almost got a job in management once.” Wheatley chimes, and you could hear the pride in his voice “‘Course, didn’t actually pan out. Was too good for them, I guess. Don’t really dwell on it.” you’d beg to differ. You think he’s trying to make a good impression, so you won’t rain on his parade.

“Most Aperture cores have set black-box features akin to the central Ai. However, these features are used for recording menial shows rather than the Core’s death.” You’d give it to him, there are times where Fact catches your interest, before throwing it down an endless hole to the bottom of aperture. Maybe even hell. You’d choose to believe that the first bit was likely accurate.

“Management, yeah?” Rick scoffs “Try being in entertainment– sorry, Aperture’s Certified Motivational Positive Reinforcement department.”

“That one?” Wheatley sucks in a breath he doesn’t have. “Tough district, that is.”

“...What is that, exactly?” You ask, interest piqued.

“It’s a shoddy department of cores with personalities based around Mostly actors and characters from the 80s. The bigwigs–scientists.. Reckoned that some encouragement from a test subject’s favorite actor or character would make’em perform better.” Rick explains, dragging his hands along the rails as Fact leads the group ahead through sets of creaky doors.

“Did it?”

“Not at all.” Rick grunts “made ‘em worse, actually. Humans like to lie on ‘voluntary’ surveys”

“Ah. you mutter.

“Just scuffed up their floors. Almost feel sorry for the fool that’s gotta clean it.”

“Fact: While that core is indeed a fool and basic sympathy for plight may be provided by one, Cores are incapable of sympathy.” Fact doesn’t turn, only pointing a finger behind himself at Rick, who’s pupil constricts considerably. 

You’re starting to understand it, you think. 

“Speak for yourself, Bolt-head.” Rick grumbles

“If you were incapable of Sympathy,” you start, making idle conversation as you trailed after the leading cores through dusty and damaged corridors “then why are you leading us?”

“To prove that I am correct.” Fact answers simply. You feel like you should've expected something similar to that, really. A lapse in judgment for thinking otherwise.

There is rarely a change in scenery in the backside of aperture. Nothing other than a mind-meling row of yellowing storage boxes with openings you couldn’t deduce the reasoning for and mottled walls. It got cleaner the deeper into the facility you were led, but it wasn’t any better. No elevators, no breaks, and no adrenaline being pumped through to make you forget about the strain on your legs. 

“..What do you make of them?” Wheatley Discreetly whispers to you. Discreet was a kind thing to call it, as cores could not effectively lower their voice to a whisper level, but it was close enough. Fat chance the three will hear him over themselves.

“They’re..interesting.”

“I think they’re defective. Corrupted, maybe? The one behind us, certainly, on and on with the space..” Wheatley glances behind himself briefly at the orange core who was ranting and raving about space cops and wondering if you were going to bring him to space, as you were a human. “Happens to them, sometimes.” Wheatley explains “A nasty fall and something cracks..a virus infecting primary functions..or just isolation.” he mutters “And this bunch is…actually, no, interesting is a good way to call it. Not bad, certainly not great, but just..interesting.”

“So by association, wouldn’t you be considered corrupted? She crushed you.”

“Hah..uhm..no.” Wheatley’s pupil constricts as his head turns, a nasty metal-scraping sound following it. “Well- maybe, but i just..it won’t be for long so you know, be perfectly fine.”

You’d beg to differ.

A grave of spare parts, disassembled bodies and broken down cores is where Fact brought the four of you, and promptly gestured to the ‘dead’ cores with a sweep of his hand. “Here we are.While Cores have no real concept of death, this is regarded as the ‘graveyard’. Inappropriately so, as no cores have been buried, and dirt cannot be found at this level of the facility. Whomever dubbed this the graveyard was effectively moronic.”

Wheatley seemed to be decently disturbed, although this really should’ve been expected. “The graveyard? Doesn’t that seem the least bit gruesome to you? Or..daunting. Daunting seems more fitting.”

“Something tells me we should hold a seance, just to see.” Rick claims.

“We will not. Seances are a practice for humans to invite ghosts into themself to be claimed, and deals closely with the soul theory. Cores have no souls. No seance.” and promptly, Fact turns on his heel and starts walking in the other direction, about to leave. Space follows after him, insistently asking about the existence of space-cops and being fed incorrect information about their existence.

“You don’t need us sticking around, beau?” Rick questions, pressing himself into the doorway of the ‘graveyard’ “Might need a stronger core to keep you safe and such. Humans are so so fragile, aren’t they?”

“I think we’ve got it handled mate, but er..thanks for the offer.” Wheatley mutters searching around the room and the dilapidated bodies strewn about the room for the parts he would need for himself

“Wasn’t talkin’ to you.”

“We’ve got it handled.” you confirmed.

“How’s about a code-word? Like.. ‘Damsel’?” Rick suggested, partially pushing himself off against the wall. Your expression sours at the suggestion, and the core back-tracks “Doesn’t have to be that, ‘course..open to suggestions.”

“How about egg-head?” Perhaps the suggestion came out a little more bitter than you’d intended, considering how the robot stands a little straighter, and teeters from foot to foot.

“Sounds good then.” Unceremoniously, Rickleaves, leaving you and Wheatley in the graveyard of broken down bodies, from which Wheatley had busied himself with ripping and tearing casing away from partially-dismantled bodies.

“So how is it that they ended up like this?” you question, crouching to look over at one of the bodies. The casing was partially melted and it smelled something like ash and paint thinner.

“Well, simple thing, really. Cores weren’t built to be all that sturdy.” Wheatley explains as he snaps off grayed casing from a partially melted robot. You wonder, briefly, if these were discarded bodies of the cores Chell had destroyed. “We’re built sturdy compared to humans, mind you. Solid metal n’ all. About as heavy as a wheelbarrow–”

“--heavier than that.” you interrupt.

“..Ouch.” Wheatley sighs “We’re not exactly built to withstand heat..or freezing temperatures..or..circuit damage, motherboard damage, exoskeletal damage–”

Fascinating. “You have an exoskeleton? Weird.”

“It’s not Weird” Wheatley squints, defensive as he gathered the pieces he’d plucked together, eye closed while he went on. “You know what’s weird, actually? Humans. Your bodies. How you take damage and just keep on. One fella dies in a shallow pool and another survives an avalanche, how’s that work, huh? Seems weird to me–weirder, in fact, than an exoskeleton.” He mouths off while you watch him in thinly-veiled amusement.

You don’t find him as stupid to talk to as you were initially worried about. He’s funny.

“What’s with the look?” Wheatley’s optic shudders and sparks as he squints at you “You’ve got a look on your face–”

“I meant weird as in ‘Cool’”

“Ah.”

You would not particularly describe this as ‘handled’, if you were honest.

Fixing Wheatley’s casing was a task easier thought of than performed, and it was freakier to watch, really. Out with the old, broken pieces of outer casing, which left internal wiring down to the main chassis exposed along with an array of wires, cranks and little levers allowing free-movement. To some degree, it would’ve been interesting..if Wheatley wasn’t talking his way through his self-repairs. 

“So, had a thought, really. While we were walking with those..charming fellows. Now, not to say that there’s anything wrong with them, they seem like a fine bunch, but they’re not..travel companions, I don't believe. I almost missed the sound of my own voice. Never been so quiet. I’m actually not used to it. So strange, really is. More used to the whole monotony of uh..monologuing to myself…that's…probably not something i should admit to doing- don’t think most would admit to stuff like that but….maybe that’s humility?” his pupils constrict and the socket swirls as he pops out a piece of casing, which clatters to the floor “anyway, point being, I don't think you’d be judgy about that sort of thing, being a scientist and all. The fellows on that floor I met were fascinated with the core's learning. Not myself, necessarily, but I like to think that they learned plenty from me..maybe. Uhm..where was I..something-something..brainwaves…oh!” he gestures exaggeratedly, and a wire pops out of his head “So..Her, that’s the focus here, yeah?”

You’d zoned out entirely, listening to him talk and staring him down while he repaired his casing. It was so strange to see the exposed wiring..wouldn't it be like looking at someone's brain-matter? Morbid. “Uh..Right.”

“Well, that facty guy gave me an idea..sorta. So we’ll need to know where our brain-damaged friend is, so.. I could hack my way into the main facility. Hook it all up, take a peek through security cameras, check out where she might be and how dangerous things are getting for her.”

“That’s..a good plan.” you agree, still watching as wheatley pops a wire into place, before he pauses, staring back at you.

“Is it?” his pupil constricts and sparks, and he grunts “Well–uhm, thanks. Yeah.So..we find a central computer of sorts not directly connected to her and I hack-on into it and..we’ll have it covered, pretty certain.”

“I figured Cores had pain receptors.” You comment, baffled now by Wheatley harshly pressing a new piece of graying casing into place “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Huh? Oh– this? What? No, it’s like…pressing an injury.”

“Weird”

“Is that another slang..thing..like.. Cool-weird-y?” Wheatley questions while he reaches behind his head,plucking disconnected wires from the jumble in the broken back of his head, pulling the broken ends towards his eye so he could see what he was doing. The action vaguely reminds you of someone brushing hair onto their shoulders. So weird.

“Uhm–Somewhat. It’s just odd they gave you pain receptors. You’d think if you make artificial intelligence, you’d want to keep them a little further away from humanity.” you twiddle your thumbs, really. Nothing to do but look at dead cores or your paces-from-servo-death friend repair himself, and you were never all that interested in robotics beyond surface level.

“Mm? Seems they were aiming the opposite.”

“Seems so.” You watch with squinted eyes while Wheatley pops his arm back into place, flexing metal fingers and turning his hand over a couple of times to check. You have to assume he’s had to repair himself before–or had seen someone repair a different core.

Wheatley reconnects the wires in front of him, fidgeting with them and pressing them back into place before setting a piece of casing into the back of his head.

“Are you..not going to do anything about your eye?”

“Can’t do much.” Wheatley stares around “Well–I could, but I'd be doing it blind as a bat..and while bats may be incredibly resourceful–Being blind isn’t..high upon a list of things I'd like to be. Along with dead–Dead’s..it’s pretty high up there in terms of what not to be.”

“Is it actually messing with your vision?” 

“Not as much as you’d assume.” Wheatley stands off of the shaky little ‘desk’ he’d sat on to repair himself. “A hairline fracture,really. Well. I don’t have a hairline and can’t technically fracture anything in my body, but er..you get it, you understand.”

“Sure.”

Wheatley gets moving, and while he was moving more fluidly and looked a little less broken and ‘on death’s door’, he did look remarkably roughed up..with a crooked limp in one leg. But he doesn’t ask for assistance, and you’re fairly sure you couldn’t provide assistance even if you wanted to. It was already a pain enough to drag him out of Glados’ chamber.

The two of you were making steady pace, or at least, you figured it must be a steady pace to where-ever it was Wheatley was leading you to. 

Some computer that Glados wouldn't have access to? You remember him saying that. Plenty gets lost in the translation of the core having so much to say.

“--Speaking of which, it is really nice to have someone to speak with. Now that lady, she’s plenty nice..i think. I mean, she didn’t turn her nose up at me plugging myself into things, or leading her around..orr coming off of my management rail..although she was a little uh..” wheatley trails off, walking slightly slower, giving you the chance to catch up to him. For a robot with a limp, he was faster than you. “Anyways, point being, it’s real good to have some back-and-forth. Not just talking to dead air–or just air. Hopefully she isn’t dead and well, if she is, then we will most definitely find her body and give her a proper burial–”

“You’re right, it is nice having someone to talk to.” You agree before he could spiral down a rabbit hole of unsorted thoughts.

“It is? It is.” Wheatley’s lower lid raises, and you choose to remark it as glee. Then he shakes his head and points ahead of you both “So– back to the task at hand. Finding our brain-damaged lady and getting her out of the testing tracks.”

“Right”

Wheatley re-explains his plan to hack into the camera system through a computer that he was pretty sure wasn’t connected to Glados. While it sounds moderately promising, you weren’t going to get your hopes up just yet.

Besides..

What the hell were you looking at that was gleaming on the floor under the dim lights overhead?

You stopped walking entirely, coming across a little tablet of sorts on the ground. Cracks inlaid throughout the screen, but when you picked it up, the screen blinks on. Wheatley stops walking, turning partially. “Something keeping you?”

“Someone’s tablet.” you mutter, swiping through it “no password. That's weird, isn't it?”

“Well..don't think so,” Wheatley squinted, looking down at the tablet with you while you went through the files that you didn't quite understand. “The sciency guys..they’d have to share stuff, I think. Wasn’t allowed too close in that department besides programming and other stuff.” he pauses while you flip through files, coming across a video file. “I don't think you should mess with it, though.”

“Yeah, but the scientists made Her. Made you too. What if they’ve got something to say they didn’t tell you?”

“Well–”

“You aren’t curious?”

“I don’t know if i really want to know what they have to say about myself.” Wheatley chuckles, decidedly nervous while you read through. The video Log was simply titled ‘E_S- Log_1- R_E_M.mp4’

“Rem.” you repeat, intrigued. Then, you look at the robot, who squints at the tablet.

“Rem?”

“You sure you don’t want to look? I can just watch it myself…” you trail off slowly. Wheatley shakes his head adamantly

“Well. Couldn’t actually hurt to take a peek. Staff here knew a lot.” You clicked play before the robot had even finished his thought. “Elvira Scott. Head of neuroscience. We are here today to consider something our CEO had breached the surface of. The human condition, and how it applies to our robots–”

#wheatley #portal 2 #portal #portal 2 fanfiction #android wheatley #fact core #adventure core #space core #wheatley x reader

[zooophagous]

 Strauss paced the halls with a chipper clip of a cane on the hard linoleum. He didn't really want to use a cane, but the doctor wanted him on a crutch or in a chair, and this was a compromise. When Artemis mentioned the cane looked distinguished, he eventually submitted to it. Utility aside, it was fun to use, the rythmic clicking did have a satisfying sensory feedback to it. And really, he needed exercise.

It wasn't the exercise he wanted. It wasn't a self defense class. It wouldn't help him learn to properly fight back. It did free up a bit of time for his mind to wander and plot his next move. Any activity was better than bed rest.

He passed the commisary and paused and backed up and peered inside. Troy was there, eating alone. Strauss changed trajectories and approached him. He looked glum.

"Herr Cunningham. Guten abend. I've missed you."

"Hey Strauss." Troy replied listlessly. "Sorry I've sort of been avoiding you."

"Yes, the infirmary is incredibly boring without good company. May I sit?"

"Please."

Strauss sat down next to him. "I was worried I had done something to insult you. Some very terse words were exchanged on our last outing, and perhaps I owe you an apology."

"It's not that." Troy sighed. "I don't know a good way to explain it. There's just a lot on my mind."

"Do you want to talk about it? Perhaps over some light exercise? Sparring?"

"Sparring?" Troy snorted and looked up incredulous. "Sparring between a lycan and a vampire isn't what most folks would consider 'light,' ya know."

"Maybe so. But I am eager to begin self defense training, and I believe you may benefit from it as well. Besides, it is more fun with a friend than with a dummy."

"Aren't you still recovering from surgery? You sure I won't break you?"

"I would like to see you try, Cunningham." Strauss smirked.

Troy furrowed his brow at the challenge. "Oh, ok, ok, it's like that. Sure, let's dance then."

Strauss clicked down the hall with Troy in tow. He hadn't had a chance to demonstrate the effects of his new diet to Troy, just yet. He hid a mischeivous glee under a stoic facade. He'd catch him by surprise. Exercise might not banish depression, but it would help.

Strauss found his way to the supply locker and picked out a set of large, padded gloves. They were meant for humans to practice kickboxing, an art he'd become recently interested in- but no doubt this equipment wouldn't withstand the full wrath of a lycan.

Luckily Troy didn't seem to have the energy to unleash his full wrath at the moment, so it would do.

"You may go first. Take your frustrations out on me. Hit as hard as you please, I can take it." He slid his hands into the targets and held them up, ready to catch a punch.

"I don't know that that's a great idea, bud."

"Please. As a doctor, I am perscribing you exercise, and I believe it would be good for you. You have much on your mind, I can tell. Beat it into submission."

Troy reluctantly balled up his fists and threw a limp punch into the target.

"That is not the strength of a lycan. Again."

"Oh fine." He threw a marginally harder punch. Still holding back, but he at least now had some 'pep in his step' about it. Strauss allowed him to warm up.

"I get the feeling the incident of our last outing weighs heavily on you." Strauss talked between blows. "You haven't been yourself. You also haven't been much company. Are you angry with me?"

"No, it's not like that. I'm not angry at you." He threw another firm punch. His fist connected with the boxing target with a loud, satisfying clap. "I'm angry at the situation."

"But I am part of that situation." Strauss braced himself a little harder. Troy was coming out of his shell, and he was slowly becoming more of a match. "I am a sensitive creature, Troy. I know when someone is avoiding me. Please tell me if it is something I can fix."

"You can't fix anything. None of this is your fault." He punctuated 'fault' with another heavy blow."I guess I'm just mad that I put so much effort into myself, you know? So much effort into treatment and being normal and getting myself under control, and right when I was starting to get out of here I have to go right back in for shit that isn't my fault."

Boom, boom. A double punch into Strauss' waiting hands.

"I see. And even if I didn't mean to be, I am the catalyst for that problem."

"It's not fair to blame you for it though."

"But you still do."

"I won't lie to you Strauss, I don't blame you but I resent it. I resent that things got fucked up just from you being here."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What are you going to do, leave? You did that once, and things got exponentially worse already. At least you're trustworthy though. You actually WORK on yourself."

He furiously threw a punch into the target. Strauss found himself backing up.

"Sylvain is out here actually causing the problem, and she never worked on herself. Hell, she went out and got worse on purpose. And now it doesn't MATTER how well I'm doing because other people are determined to fuck it up for no. Good. Reason."

He punctuated with blows.

"Like, what do I have to do to earn the privilege of having a friend over? What do I have to do to make this GO AWAY."

Strauss backed up against the wall. Troy was more than shouting now, he was roaring. This was bad. He could hear his heart pounding faster and faster.

"Troy, I am sorry. We need to stop. We need to-"

"NO."

The lycan beneath Troy's placid surface was beginning to boil over. He grabbed Strauss by the shirt and hefted him into the air with both hands and then turned and threw him bodily across the room.

Strauss landed hard and scrambled backwards. Troy took two steps towards him and fell to his knees, gripping his head in apparent pain, his chest heaving with every breath.

"No no no no I knew this was going to happen. God dammit I KNEW this was going to happen." He whined and grunted. Dark hair begain to ripple down his arms in waves. His nail beds and gums began to bleed as new pieces erupted from inside of him.

Strauss found his feet and was momentarily rooted to one spot. The instinct was to flee. But that would leave Troy to face his demons alone. He couldn't abandon him. Not yet. Not until the bear like being stood up to its full height, dwarfing even the tall tent-pole figure of Strauss himself, and snarled down at him in a way that could almost be understood as plainly as English. Vampires were the cause of the problem, and the wolf had a whole sharp arsenal of solutions.

Time to go.

Strauss bolted down the hall. He could hear the chaos erupt behind him. Nurses screaming, security scrambling, chairs and furniture and other office accoutrements being flung into walls and shattered. Nobody was being mauled at least, Troy had a singular goal. Good, that meant Strauss could focus on saving his own skin. He needed to find Frau Harker. Where was Frau Harker.

Ursula stood thin lipped and silent in front of her dry erase board, the gentle squeak of her marker leaving a tidy row of neat handwriting. She narrated to her class in a droning voice.

"So, if you look at the syllabus, our upcoming anatomy lecture was scheduled for module three, however given our new collection of MRI images courtesy from the lab, we'll be moving that up to next week. I'll remind everyone that participation is graded in lab classes-"

The door slammed open. The handle of it struck and cracked the cinderblock wall. Strauss ran in and over the desks, jumping on them like stepping stones. Troy barreled after him, parting screaming students and flying desks in his wake. Strauss made for the window. Locked, of course, and too heavy to break. He slammed his fist into it. It spiderwebbed but did not give.

Troy grabbed him by the neck and held him aloft in one hand. His grip tightened like a python. Strauss did not need to breathe. He did however have to be mindful of his spine. He grabbed the heavy claw around his neck and scratched at it desperately. He kicked, connecting with the lycanthrope yet accomplishing nothing.

"Herr Cunningham. Bitte." He croaked. He sank his teeth listlessly into the cruel hand.

Thunk. Thunk.

The soft sound of shining darts hitting the hide of the beast cut through the panic in the room. Troy's grip slowly became looser, and looser. Strauss fell to the ground with a reflexive gasp for air.

Troy stumbled and fell, draped like a fur coat over a broken lecture room table.

Ursula ran to Strauss' side. "Mr. Strauss. Are you more dead than usual?"

"I wish." He muttered, and struggled to his feet. "Herr Cunningham needs to speak to a therapist."

"Evidently. Why did you lead him here of all places? Are you TRYING to kill my students?"

"You were the only one competent enough to handle it."

Ursula sighed. "I hate it when you're right." She turned to her cowering students.

"Well? what are you all standing there for! Begin containment protocol before he comes to! Chop chop." She clapped her hands. The students broke from their fearful trance and rushed into action.

"Do you kneed help, Mr. Strauss?"

"All I need, Frau Harker, is a break."

#wayward souls #writing

[im-not-here-im-dead]

ya boy (gender neutral) is on the aplatonic spectrum! woo hoo!!

i think specifically quoiplatonic because i cannot understand platonic attraction as a concept or feeling, i find the concept of platonic attraction to be inaccessible, inapplicable, and nonsensical, and i disidentify with the concept of platonic attraction as a social construct and as something potentially applicable to myself. here’s the site i sourced from.

i also identify with the term “nebulaplatonic” because my inability to understand the concept of platonacy (is that a word ?) and distinguish it from romance is directly related to me being neurodivergent. here’s the site for that too.

i also somewhat identify with cupioplatonic, but also kinda not? cause i have a lot of complicated feelings about friendship and so i would say that i am friendship ambivalent. i mean, i like having friends, but i don’t want traditional friendships? like, in the same way i want a partner/partners, but not romantic ones. or queerplatonic ones. or… regular platonic ones.

i guess i just don’t want to put any kind of conventional label on my feelings for others. but i like doing things with people that are widely considered inherently romantic or platonic. you get? like, i can’t sort my relationships with others or the things we do with each other into relational categories. i just wanna vibe with people. and what “vibing” entails is what all parties involved are comfortable with at the time.

i still really like the word “companion”, but i have also gotten comfortable using the word “friend” as a synonym for “ally” cause that way it’s much more neutral. i do not like using that word lightly though, so if i ask/agree to be friends with someone, it’s less about how i feel about them and more an establishment of trust (which is waaaay more important to me than attraction or love btw).

anyways, just a cool little thing that i wanted to share cause it’s important to me and yeah. byeee!

#not utdr #aplatonic #aplatonic spectrum #quoiplatonic #loveless aplatonic #aromantic aplatonic

[decepti-thots]

☕ If you haven't read them that's fine, but... Do you have any thoughts about The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir? (Gideon the Ninth, etc). (And if you haven't read them, highly recommended!)

oh FRIEND, you're in luck! the locked tomb was my Big Readthrough for this year, the first time i've made it through a bunch of big complicated fiction books in a long time. (for years, most of my reading has either been sub-book length, one-off novellas, or non-fiction.)

anyway. my thoughts are that i love it very very much. i was recommended it several times over by people who basically said "you, specifically, should read these books" and i consider it the highest compliment. what surprised me was how they wound up being NOTHING like the vibes i had encountered online suggested to me before picking them up myself. for a start, i was initially kinda less enthusiastic because i thought they were straightforward romance genre crossover books (as in, romance in the genre sense, not just 'people experience romance in them'), and uhhh well i would not call them that, LMAO. also YA? again, these are… not YA books. no idea where that comes from.

a lot of the stuff i really loved about these books is more on the structural side of things, honestly. they're incredibly huge undertakings in that regard, really ambitious not just in expansive worldbuilding or lore but in how they are written. very maximalist in many different directions; the prose is maximalist, the idea of each book being a different genre crossover is a maximalist one… the degree to which each book reads differently on every reread following the first readthrough, THEN also after the readthroughs of the next books in the series. they are books that are so FULL that picking them apart feels overwhelming. personally, that's my jam. so i love it. they are supremely confident books, and that makes it work. i think even a little more nervousness would have rendered them unreadable, tbh. i can't imagine an author less confident pulling off the trick of harrow the ninth's narration, for example. you have to believe you can pull it off and not get sheepish for something that gutsy to work.

they're books i hope to pick apart to see how they tick and potentially learn something about good writing craftmanship from. the way that narrative voice in particular is used to distinguish (and obfuscate!) character within narration itself is really just so good. i really think anyone looking for books to pull apart to learn writing from couldn't do better. because again: they do EVERYTHING. that's not to everyone's taste for reading, but as writing to analyse, cannot beat it in modern SFF.

(for anyone wondering, my fave character is gideon and has been since like, the third page. LMAO. she is my dirtbag sad funny daughter and i would Die for her. but i also love ianthe, who i would have been horribly in love with as a nerdy sixteen year old, god bless.)

#ask meme

[literaticat]

I’m confused about genre, despite googling and doing much research—I swear I’ve tried! I’m having trouble distinguishing between sci-fi, speculative, and fantasy. Also, my book is definitely a thriller, but has very-near-future elements in it. Like a light Black Mirror episode. I am thinking I want to label it a “sci-fi thriller” but at the same time, I feel like some agents who love thrillers are super turned off by the label sci-fi. Should I call it a thriller with speculative elements to soften the blow? lol. I KNOW YOU DON’T REP ADULT BOOKS—can we pretend this is YA?! Lolol. And maybe you have thoughts on this as a bookseller as well? Do you know of any good resources about how to define genre? Thanks for all of your answers to our questions!

I'd say that "speculative fiction" is the broad umbrella category that include science fiction and permutations/subgenres of same (your steampunk / cyberpunk / alternative history / whatever), and fantasy, and pretty much everything that has anything to do with things-that-don't-really-exist. It's the big tent for all that stuff -- basically it's books that seek to answer a "what if" question. What if the Napoleonic Wars had been fought with Dragons? What if your kid was best friends with an AI? What if cops were replaced with advanced robotic killing machines? What if there was a secret society of magical people living in London that regular people didn't know about?

Science fiction generally is set in a world that has advanced technology that could theoretically exist (even if it would be a big stretch). So, time travel, faster-than-light travel, artificial intelligence, space wormholes, whatever. (Many people shorten this to SF, which could be "speculative fiction" OR "science fiction" and I think that is perfectly fine. After all, both are true. I prefer that to "sci-fi" which sounds old-fashioned to my ears, but whatever).

Fantasy generally is set in a world that has MAGIC. It could be a world very much like our own, or nothing like our own, but the BIG THING it has that is different from our own world? MAGIC! Like a wizard casting a shrinking spell, a dragon who speaks French and grants wishes, talking badgers, things that can't exist, actually -- MAGIC.

As for your book: I wouldn't call it a "sci fi thriller" -- those are two different genres, as thriller is a subgenre of mystery. I'd pick a genre, query as that genre, and then add nuance and "whatever-elements" when you are describing it.

So yes, if you think it would be shelved in the mystery section, you'd call it a "thriller with speculative elements set in a near-future Black Mirror-esque world"

If you think it would be more comfortably shelved in the SF/F section, then call it "speculative fiction with the propulsive pace of a thriller set in a near-future Black Mirror-esque world."

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Meet the Fam

Requested by @pinkcherelle

Meeting Tai’s dad for the first time.

Sorry it’s a bit short.

This was…terrifying? Nerve wracking? Panic inducing? Nauseating?

You didn’t think there was a single word that could describe how nervous you were as you stepped onto the plane with your boyfriend. He was comforting, understanding, but even he couldn’t calm you completely.

Three months ago, you’d left the Villa together. Winning Love Island before heading home. It had been an adventure, accommodating each other into your normal lives, but it was an adventure that made you unbelievably happy.

And now it was time for another adventure together.

To New Zealand.

To meet Tai’s dad for the first time.

“Y/N, babes, I promise, he’s gonna love ya.” Tai took hold of your hand, that you hadn’t noticed was holding the arm rest in a white knuckle grip.

“I know, I know,” you waved your free hand through the air, “you keep saying that and I’m proper buzzed to meet him, but I still feel a right flutter in my stomach that makes me think I’ll be visiting the toilets any second.” You had already panicked about taking leave from the lab again, and Seb had messaged Tai more than a handful of times saying that he loved to hear from his best mate but that you were genuinely worrying him.

He chuckled softly, before digging into your carry on. He pulled your hand from where it rested, pressing something smooth and cool into your palm. “This might make you feel better.”

“Tai, is this…?”

He nodded, a shy but proud smile on his face, “The piece I gave you on our last night in the villa. Kinda silly, but I figured since it helps me when I’m nervous, the piece I gave you might help.”

Your heart warmed, holding it to your chest, “Love, that is so sweet. It’s helping already.” Resting your head on his shoulder, you took his hand in yours, letting the pottery sit between your palms. You closed your eyes, letting his warmth and the gentle shake of the flight start to lull you to sleep, “Yup. Helping already.”

He laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Get some rest, darlin’.”

If being on the plane made you nervous, reaching the airport set those nerves to a hundred. Your shaking hands dropped your bag twice, and Tai gave you a fond look before taking it, carrying it easily with his in one hand while the other held yours, “Just remember that he likes pranks, and he’ll love the way you make me feel.”

You mustered up a teasing smile, “And what way is that?”

He grinned confidently, squeezing your fingers softly, “Like I’ve found the one that can make me feel like I’m hiding behind a waterfall everyday.”

You snorted, swatting at his shoulder as you relaxed. “Like we’ve always got our little miracle watching time go backward?”

“Yup! But time moving forward is just as ace with you.” You wrapped your arms around his bicep, following him as he led you toward the doors.

“Did you call ahead for a taxi already?” He didn’t usually think that far ahead, but he was steering you out like it had been taken care of.

You could see the apples of his cheek darken just a bit as he cleared his throat, “Didn’t I mention-“

He was cut off but an equally loud and cheerful voice calling out his name, and he couldn’t stop the grin that spread, “Dad!” You tried to let go of his arm, thinking he was going to run over, but when you did he just circled his arm around your waist. You were faced with another large man, Tai’s features distinguishable in his older face, “I’m proper pumped that you two are finally meeting. My best friends!” You melted at Tai’s enthusiasm, he really wanted this to go well.

But your mouth hadn’t caught up with your brain yet. “Is the whole family just giants?”

Your cheeks burned as your own words registered through your ears, but you were relieved to hear them both laughing, “Not anymore with you joining, lass.” He turned his grin to Tai, “I’m glad to see that humor you told me about so early!”

“Oh, no, he told you about me? I swear only the good things are true.”

You grinned as he let out another loud laugh, “I was watching every episode of the show. I was rootin’ for my boy, ‘course, but when I saw how smitten he was with you I watched the ones from before he showed, too. I can admit that he didn’t need any advice from me before goin’ in. He bagged himself a good one on his own.”

Huh. You grinned up at Tai, who already looked embarrassed about the conversation. Maybe you didn’t need to be as nervous as you thought.

Masterlist

#litg fanfic #litg mc #litg #litg season 3 #litg tai #litg tai x mc

[asexual-means-no-attraction]

sorry for more, like, mogai anonymous confessional time, but lgbtq+ tumblr in ~2015 (when i was a teenager) also somewhat prevented me from fully realizing and accepting my true identity as a gay trans man. especially in lesbian and feminist spaces at the time, boys and men as a concept were constantly dunked on. this kind of "anti-masculinism" is being called out now, but then, everyone treated men like evil cavemen and attraction to men like an unfortunate curse. when i started to realize that some of these labels might apply to me, i clung to "bigender pansexual" for a very long time. i was comfortable with femininity, but also felt like a guy; and very into the "will even date trans people!" appeal of pan. more specifically, i would identify as "homoromantic heterosexual", because i "connected more emotionally to girls but was more turned on by boys" (important context: my 1st boyfriend was emotionally abusive). i was nonbinary, but found myself sliding farther and farther to one side. i hesitated to call myself a man exclusively attracted to men-- it felt like i was letting people down somehow! it stressed me out on a daily basis to consider what labels i should pick, if any of them described the EXACT, SPECIFIC ways i was feeling. i later learned to distinguish my aesthetic appreciation for women from my sexual attraction to men, and confirmed that i'm happiest presenting/seen as a man. but, i only learned those things after having experiences offline, and un-learning everything i'd previously learned about lgbt identity from tumblr around that time.

Ya trying to identify every single specific thing you're feeling when it comes to gender and attraction just... Ends up with a lot of overthinking and shitty labels that are more LGBT phobic than anything.

I had a similar experience coming to terms with being straight after coming out as trans. And it took me a VERY long time to realize how shitty pansexuality is (shout-out to @bisexualpride for being so patient with me and the rest of our friend group. She tried so hard in high school to try to explain it. Took me way too long to really listen).

You're story definitely rings a bell with a lotta people. A lot of people have been talking about how mogai and stuff has caused issues for them and the LGBT community. And it's really nice to see people able to talk about it more.

#answered #ask #discourse #lgbt discourse

[edgygayguy]

HENLO FRIEN. I've gone and rambled a bit on the subject, and now I wanna know what you think:

What kinds of werewolf legends are your favorites? (And if that's boring, what do you want to see in werewolf stories that isn't highlighted enough?)

Expected no less of you bestie 🐀

My favorite werewolf legend is definitely the myth about King Lycaon (ironic considering I don't like werewolves that just turn into wolves) and the fact that saint Christopher sometimes has a dog head. The myth about that one Ukrainian village in which werewolves are at a full on war with witches is also fun. I definitely lean more into what werewolves were and how they evolved over time in culture. The whole "guardians of nature" thing seems to be modern af and quite frankly, it's very boring. I'd rather watch giant tree people commit eco terrorism than woofs running around factories. I could ramble about how they fit right into what the Greeks belived, then the Christians but you probably already know that lmao.

My favorite thing about werewolves is how versatile they are. I like your more "YA novel all mythologies are real" approach, but as I am a literature nerd and snob the thing I value the most in a werewolf is what they bring into the story they're in.

Werewolves as natural impulses being too powerful to control? Werewolves as a Mr. Hyde kind of deal within society? Werewolves as dangerous people in the woods watch-out-little-red-riding-hood sort of thing? I love it all, but if I get something that goes beyond the big three then I'm VERY happy to see it (I'm even writing a short story that, at least to me, seems pretty original, not in general but in terms of werewolf use)

I also LOVE the "drink from a wolf's pawprint under a full moon" way to get cursed. I don't consume any werewolf media nowdays, and all I did consume was movies so I'm kinda out of touch, I really need to get back to it lol.

I think what werewolves lack nowdays is nuance. I feel like everytime I hear some new werewolf thing is going to be released it's the same old stuff being repurposed in a shinier way. Also I hate when American studios just slap "NATIVE AMERICAN MYTHS" as an explanation for lycanthropy (recenlty they did it with Slavic folklore and I was ready to throw hands again).

Another pet peeve of mine is female werewolves. A few years ago I had a lesbian friend who woke me up to the fact that female werewolves are just furries or anime girls, entierly reduced to a male fantasy (big stronk wolf man and tiny petite big boobs wolf woman). Now I'm DEMANDING to be given some werewolf media where the werewolf woman is big and strong, and the only difference could be that she has six tits or sum. If they don't give male werewolves dicks I don't see why you should be able to distinguish between a female werewolf and a male one in most media. Also apparently there was an old Hollywood movie from like the 1920s with a cool female werewolf that was pretty damn feminist for its time but it has burdened down along with a library in a fire??? Don't remember that very well.

Idk if these rambles make any sense (I got the "can't voice all thoughts in a comprehensive manner" syndrome) but just to close it all of: werewolf evolution is cool, silver is cool and versatile, werewolves are fuckable af, werewolf women need to hit the gym and whoever is shitting out horrible takes on my poor woofs needs to stfu (I'm looking at the men who insist the whole "alpha beta omega" thing is real, but that's a whole nother post)

Thank you for the ask bestie and hopefully you get the juices flowing and can write again <3

#all the thinking and analysis is just a facade #for a werewolf boyfriend #that's the true nature and meaning of lycanthropy

[unravelingthepages]

We Were Liars- Worth the hype?

Hi! We Were Liars by E. Lockhart is a YA psychological mystery that I couldn’t help but love towards the end. (I don’t call this book a thriller because it doesn’t cover the dark and twisted aspect of thrillers but focuses more on messed up families and trauma.)

It is a romance, a social commentary, a mystery that explores the psychology of the wealthy and the privileged. It’s a book that will keep you guessing as you delve deeper into a girl’s tormented family and her tragedy.

The Plot/Summary

A beautiful and distinguished family. A private island. A brilliant, damaged girl; a passionate, political boy. A group of four friends—the Liars—whose friendship turns destructive. A revolution. An accident. A secret. Lies upon lies. True love. The truth.

Why you should read this book

If I’m frank, I didn’t enjoy the book immensely when I first began reading it. But it was an easy read to get engrossed in and relatively short (less than 300 pages) so I decided to keep reading it. And I’m so glad I did because I loved it. The ending was heartbreaking and poignant and beautiful and I loved how the story came together.

A bit more about what to expect from this book: The mystery aspect of this book isn’t drawn out which I especially liked. While one of the book’s highlights is that it keeps you guessing, it at no point ever stretches the story. The writing style comprises of short chapters with a beautiful and unique method of writing that’s really enjoyable. The author uses works like charming, delightful and idyllic that give the story a timeless vibe and let’s you get completely engrossed in it.

Now, the characters. Like all mysteries and thrillers, this book was full of messed up characters, even unlikeable and unrelatable ones. Part of the appealing factor of the story, it’s so easy to love them, hate them and feel for them (as was very well proven by the fact that this book definitely made me sob).

Lastly, Cady (the protagonist). Beautiful outside and broken inside. Her narrating of the story is one of the reasons I loved it so much. I loved her relationship with the Liars, it was probably the saddest and most beautiful aspects of the book. Basically, I just love her.

All-in-all, this book gets a solid 4 stars from me. I just realized that it has a prequel that was released this month so you already know I’m going to go read that now! Let’s hope it doesn’t make me cry a lot.

Beware the quiet bookworm. They notice more and have dirtier minds than the rest.

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#blog #book blog #book blogger #book recommendations #book reviews #reading #thrillers #we were liars #booklr #booklover #bibliophile #bookworm

[sparklyraccoon]

for fucks sake this demisexuality/demiromanticism shit really messing w me

#like i'm just constantly like i want to have more w friends #but like any friend ya feel there's no really distinguishing #it's wierd #but sometimes there's specific people who get me going #but then i'm constantly in a battle in my head #cuz i love friendship #and i don't really trust myself w relationships #and they just end but i want to keep these people in my life #and it's just more likely to have longevity as friends #but ugh #this one friend?? #he can get it #lol but seriously making me crazy #but there's the whole trio friendship dynamic and i've been there done that as the third wheel #and god forbid i will not put my friends in the position my friend put me in #which really rules that shit out #anyways #send me good friends to lovers fix recs if anyone reads this far #raccoon rants

[misguidedasgardian]

The club

MASTERLIST

Characters: Dark!Ari Levinson, Dark!Andy, Dark!Lee, Dark!Steve

Summary: We meet the infamous BWClub 

Warnings: Mentions of cannibalism, kidnapping and other dark things, cursing, alcohol consumption, smoking cigars, they are all dark in here.  

Wordcount: 1.3 k

A little snippet of the guy's club... this is short, I just want to set a tone here, and give you all a little of what's to come! muajaja. Andy is coming up next... this drabble happend right in the middle of Andy's chapte.... hope you enjoy!

“So Ari, tell us, how is married life treating ya’?” asked Lee with a grin, as he took a sip of the scotch that rested on his hand. Ari just smiled as he dealt the cards to the group of friends

They got together for a weekly poker game, and the members of the distinguished group were the notorious lawyer Andrew Barber, the town’s sheriff Lee Bodecker, the OB/GYN Steve Kemp, and the special agent now made home constructor Ari Levinson, that after a rich dinner of whiskey, steaks and cigars, met in a speakeasy to play some poker 

“It’s going well” he laughed, he couldn’t hide the blush in his cheeks, “She is amazing but I knew that already, and we just celebrated our one year anniversary”

“C´mon Ari” encourage Andy, “tell us really”

“Well, as expected she is getting trouble adjusting to her new reality” he said mindlessly, “but she is getting there. The moment I saw her I knew she was going to be the mother of my children” said Ari

“why? Because she is hot and perky and it’s a decade younger than you?” moked Andy

“I’m going to keep her pregnant all the fucking time” he continued, pleased with himself and his winning hand

“She is young” observed Steve, his sight focused in his own hand, “She could pop, like, 10 kids?” they all laughed, including Ari

 “I’ll be happy” he mumbled against the neck of his beer 

“Good For you, finally we are starting this thing” said Steve

“You started way before us right?” laughed Andy, “How is the business going?”

“Did you enjoy the steak Barber?” laughed Steve, and the face on his friend triggered a diabolic laugh, “I’m messing with you”

“Just, don’t fuck with me like that”

“I’m this close to feeling judged by you all” he said, seriousness tinting his voice

“We don’t judge…  just, we don’t share your same interest, even though you tried to get us into it” said Ari. Lee just nodded

“Yeah sure, not like I helped you when it didn’t work out between you and Rachel Reiter”

“We don’t say her name” barked Ari

“Yeah, I got trouble with the amount of paperwork with that one” muttered Lee

“We don’t talk about her” repeated Ari

“Well…. let’s hear it sheriff, is there any girl that would make you ask us for help?” mocked Steve

“Nop” he said simply, “None of them are worthy of the trouble”

“C’mon Lee, I thought that’s why we started this club” mocked Ari

“Well, I don’t need a fancy basement, when I have the precinct” he mocked back, drowning his voice in scotch 

“But you can't keep them” continued Steve

“I fuck’em good and then I release them without bail” he said, shooking his shoulders. They all laughed, as they continued their game, “And i never get to see them again, so win win” 

“Well, maybe Bodecker isn’t a housewife type of man” mocked Andy

“Yes I am” he said, annoyed

“Well fucking drunk girls that peed on a street and got caught by the police isn’t taking you there my friend” laughed Steve. Ari just smiled, teasing the oldest of his friends 

“When someone worthy shows up, I’ll let you all know, how about that?” he purred

“Good, good” muttered Ari

“How bout’ you Barber? How is the wildcat doing?” mocked Lee

“She is a feisty one, I’m walking on eggshells if I want her to stick around in the office until I set everything up in my house” he continued, “It would be going faster if Ari here managed to get his dick off his wife for more than a hour a day to help me” 

“Well, the first months are crucial” he said, smiling widely, “I need to be there to… groom her”

“What is she doing now anyways?” asked Steve, Ari just checked his phone, showing an image of a security camera of his basement, showing her girl sleeping soundly on her bed

“I gave her something to help her sleep” he said like it was normal thing, “Now Barber, if you stop whining like a little bitch, then I’ll help you set up every night for the next month”

“And what are you going to do then?” Asked Lee, “Wasn’t she facing jail time for vandalism?”

“Na, they are bullshit I could have get her out by now but I’m just waiting” he mumbled like it was nothing, “But I’m keeping her around to gain her trust, and again, to set everything up” 

“Oh yeah, how is it going?” Lee asked again

“She is so fucking touch starved and dying for approval is almost too fucking easy, but I have three weeks beffre her trial, so Ari…” Andy then looked at his friend with determination in his eyes

“I’ll help you fix the ol’ family house” he mocked back

“What about Laurie?” asked Lee

“What about her?” asked Andy, growling with warning

“Isn’t she coming out of the hospital?”

“No, she won't, she is too injured, and even if she does, I’m not being responsible for that crazy bitch, If I hadn't divorce her by now is because she can barely hold a pen in her fractured hand”

“Damn Andy” muttered Ari

“She killed my son, I won’t ever see her again, besides, I got something better now”

 “For something better” cheered Lee, raising his glass, they all cheered together

“For sweet pussy” chanted Andy then, and they all just laughed 

“What about you Steve?” asked Ari, “Anyone worth keeping?” the man just smiled to himself and shook his head

“I don’t know yet” he mumbled, “I’m waiting for something…” 

“You just, do you” said Lee with a sick smile

“And you just keep sending profiles of girls my way” mocked the doctor. 

When they were ready to part ways, Lee walked towards Ari

“Sunshine’s case is this close to get labeled as a cold case” he said, narrowing his eyes his index and thumb of his right hand almost touching, “for lack of new evidence” Ari smiled wickedly, he knew you had no parents and apparently, no close friends or family who would keep her search active

“That’s good news,” Ari purred. Lee just smiled

“Are you going to keep her locked up?” he asked again, someone may say that worry tainted his voice

“Someday when I’m sure she just won’t run off, maybe” he said smiling widely, “And It will be difficult for her to run with a baby in her hip and another one in her belly, right?” 

“Right” Ari looked at his friend with curiosity, Lee seemed truly curious, but not for your well being though, just for his own interest

“Well, one day when you found the one, you may know” he said simply, “You’ll just know, besides My Sunshine and I met two years ago and we have been together for a year, so, it was about time” 

“And where did you meet her?” Lee’s eyes sparkled with a gleam of hope

“We just ran up to each other at the supermarket” he muttered, “We had no people in common, so, I guess that right now, that made it easier” 

“Oh, yeah” Lee didn’t know what to say until he felt his friend’s hand on his shoulder

“You’ll meet your match, you just have to be patient” said Ari with a hopeful smile

#misguidedwives #dark!ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #dark!fic #dark!andy barber #dark!andy barber x reader #dark!steve kemp #dark!lee bodecker #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker #steve kemp #andy barber

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Obey me Replaced!mc au idea: unintentional

Let’s say the mc is used to this feeling of friends leaving and not returning, either giving them attachment issues due to feelings of abandonment, or completly no feeling to the scenario, becoming not surprised by the brothers focusing their attention to a new student arriving to RAD. However, unlike most replaced aus, this one is focused on the brothers not wanting to do so, they just need to put extra energy in the new student. Since mc's experience was, let’s say, disorganized, Diavolo plans out each brother's duty down to the basics:

Mammon once again is ordered to watch over them, to make sure they don’t get into trouble. Since mc is pretty much known by Devildom to be untouchable due to the brothers and Diavolo having their back, and vengeance should any demon come after them, Mc is somewhat safe compared to the newcomer. This cuts into more of his free time to go to clubs or casinos or any time with mc, cause he’s now on stricter guard duty, even if the new student is with any of the brothers except for Lucifer.

Levi is asked to show them the games and media of Devildom, which ho-boy if it’s like the internet will detain all the time available to play games with mc and watch his fave anime with them. He has to stay up just to keep his high-score on the leaderboards after these sessions with the new student, which even cuts into his meals, let alone any time for mc. He will miss mc into the first few weeks, but he can’t let anyone get top spot in the games he mastered.

Satan is told to show them the literature of Devildom in comparison with human literature. Since he’s had millenia to read, he knows a good chunk of what fits best for the new student to comprehend, where mc already has experience with Satan and with the classes they are taking. The new student and Satan do study sessions while also doing his homework in the library, but even if mc were to join, Satan has to make sure the new student understands the history and other subjects of Devildom.

Asmo deals with integrating the new student with Devildom’s social life, which initially he thrives on but slowly starts to miss mc because with mc, he felt a more personal connection. Sure, he enjoyed the set up of Devilgram and showing the new student to clubs, but Asmo misses one on one spa time with mc, or even being in the same room. Unfortunately he can't babysit two humans on these outings, it's exhausting just with the new student.

Beel is the expert of knowing good food of Devildom, distinguish between what’s safe for the human and what’s not. He shows the fast food restaurants and what to pick at the cafeteria, but with more time his hunger grows again. It had been satiated better when he was near mc, since he felt more at ease in their presence. He would try to be there when it's mc's time to cook but he also has to juggle his workout schedule to make the new student project work.

Belphie is the only brother least encumbered by the new student, giving him a chance to really be there for mc when they feel lonely, though it’s hard to keep awake if they ramble about their day too long. Since all the other brothers are less likely to disturb them, it’s also the perfect time for a redemption arc for Belphie regarding Chapter 16, a real heart to heart moment we don't really see in game.

Lucifer would be the most task filled to make sure both humans have their grades high during the program. While it’s now a bit easier with mc, since they have a lot more time to study without the brothers taking their time, the new student has a bit of trouble, having no experience with the classes and possibly struggling due to anxiety in a new environment. Lucifer will take it upon himself to tutor on the subjects they have trouble with, on top of his work load, cutting into all free time he could have had with mc.

As for the dateables:

Diavolo would honestly want a report from mc about how the new student is fairing, since Lucifer would be late with those reports and wanting a human experienced eye on the newcomer. He would also figure out whether mc has been neglected by the brothers the moment he sees a sad look on their face, having Barbatos look in at anytime.

Barbatos deeply cares for mc's well being, so he would be right alongside Diavolo for the report, volunteering should he see any sign of neglect on mc. If it means making a room at the castle and cooking meals for mc, he is on it faster than Diavolo could command it.

Solomon would be tricky to figure out his choices. He's human too after all, but has lived a lot longer than mc or the newcomer. I'm not sure if he would intervene to help mc in this scenario unless they become so neglected that mc is in danger of starvation or mental health issues. He would probably bring it to the attention to Asmo to start checking on mc if that were the case.

Simeon being the careful guardian that he is, would probably swoop in to take Mammon’s place as protector. Sure, Mc may be untouchable, but demons can still be viscious without lifting a finger. As an angel and a role model for Luke, Simeon wants to be mc angel when they need it.

Luke would sort of be confused by the whole situation but he's glad to have more time with mc. More study nights, more game and movie nights, more sweets making with mc! It's his dream, and if it makes mc's situation all the better, he's more than happy to do so.

So there ya go, an unintentional replaced!mc au

#obey me replaced #obey me #obey me shall we date #obeyme #obey me replaced mc au #obey me angst #? #maybe #obey me imagines #obeyme beel #obey me lucifer #obeyme luke

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young  royals  (  2021  )  sentence  starters ↪  taken  from  netflix’s  swedish  ya  drama.  non-contextual  spoilers.  trigger  warning  for  mentions  of  sexual  activity,  drugs,  alcohol,  death,  implied  internalised  homophobia,  bullying.  alter  as  you  see  fit  ♡

“at least you can stay for a cup of coffee?”

“hey, wait up. did you sleep together?” 

“he's probably making out with someone. forget it.”

“i can't take it anymore.”

“what are you doing?”

“and he had to finish your sentence. what's going on? you like him.”

“every time you see your dad, you get all depressed.”

“you're still here, so obviously you must want something.”

“are you high? what the hell are you on?”

“does this make you horny?” 

“i like [town name], but i don't want to live here forever.”

“you can leave now. go home. i'm staying here for the weekend.”

“do you want chocolate?”

“how do you feel?” 

“it's kind of hard to tell them apart, you know.” 

“you're a worthless drunk.”

“you … you need to figure out what you want. and you can take all the time you need. and i respect that. but you have to do it by yourself. i don't want to be anyone's secret.”

“you have to stop pretending that you're not afraid.”

“that's the thing, i just don't want that.”

“it's something new. something fresh.”

“can we talk privately for a minute?” 

“and if anyone gives you a hard time, you know, just let me know, and i'll take care of it.” 

“you do know you don't need to hide?” 

“are you gonna let us in?”

“promise to let me know if there's anything i can do.”

“hey, we won't go blind from your moonshine, right?”

“i'm just getting a good vibe. that's all.”

“you're so fucking pathetic.”

“you realize that this will have consequences?”

“he's such a fucking idiot.”

“i wanted us to have a few minutes alone.”

“when you're young, love feels like the most important thing in the world.” 

“i really like you.”

“felt like i had to rescue you from that situation.”

“it got so damn hot in there, i thought i'd get some fresh air.”

“you are allowed your own opinions. it's cool.”

“i've seen the way you look at each other.”

“here, this one is a little big for me, but i think it'll look great on you.”

“do you think royal dick is different than regular?”

“you're the only one here i feel i can actually talk to.” 

“i haven't heard anything yet, but i'll tell you as soon as i do.”

“you can't just lie here jerking off.”

“i don't want to go to some fucking boarding school!”

“i've missed this place so much.”

“are you going to horror movie night on friday?”

“but i like you. and that is not fake.”

“you don't need to share everything.”

“we should go to a concert again sometime.”

“you're fucking crazy!”

“where have you been? i've been trying to reach you.”

“just don't use the school's wi-fi for porn surfing. could be embarrassing.”

“but no matter what, they can't dictate what you say.”

“sorry about last night.”

“i don't want to talk to you!”

“i don't wanna sound like an idiot.”

“i was thinking, would you like to have a sleepover at my place? because that's something friends do. it's going to be really cozy.”

“i think maybe we should forget about that.”

“you can't really see that it is you.”

“i mean, it could be anyone. it's so fucking stupid.”

“i don't want to say anything.” 

“now you're doing it again. you're trying to take care of me.” 

“i can take it, it's okay.”

“that's not true. i haven't spoken to my parents.”

“we haven't done anything wrong.”

“you're beautiful! you're so beautiful.”

“i'm gay, [name].”

“seriously? what the fuck is your problem?”

“you keep letting people piss on you!”

“i just assumed you didn't want special treatment.”

“keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

“so you thought you'd start spreading false rumours without having any proof?” 

“i just didn't want to lose you.”

“uh, there's pizza left if you want some.”

“everybody thinks you're perfect. you know that, right?”

“he's just been outed.”

“i'm going to fuck this up.”

“he bloody ruined my fucking life!”

“why are you sitting in your room sulking when you have a crush to hang out with?”

“hi. sorry, i was feeling a bit better. so i thought it was okay that i hung out with some friends.”

"everyone should be allowed to live as gay or straight or whatever they want.”

“i woke up in my own bed. that's always something.”

“could i just have one second? just one second alone, please?”

“i’m sorry. but it was, like, the only way.”

“i thought, everyone deserves a second chance.”

“i'm sorry about the mess. i wasn't expecting such distinguished company.”

“i just don't want you to be treated badly again.”

“oh, fuck.”

“you don't even… aren't you even gonna answer me?”

“i didn't know that one was supposed to sign up.”

“in real life, you don't pay to get ahead.”

“and what the fuck does your dad do?”

“let's try to have some table manners.”

“it's, like, really serious.”

“who the hell can live like this for three fucking years?”

“that's what happens when you buy the cheap ones.”

“i need your help with something. ”

“being a prince is not a punishment, but a privilege.”

“it's awesome to just chill out.”

“or maybe he lied about that too. what do i know?”

“you have to give people a chance.”

“you have to try to see it from my perspective.” 

“what the hell's this?”

“what happened to "we should forget about it"?”

“stop being so fucking stubborn and try to understand my situation.”

“sometimes it's better not to say everything.” 

“i was just bored.”

“have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“sometimes it's better to keep quiet.”

“can i get you some coffee?”

“nobody else cares about these things.”

“i lost track of time.”

“everybody does the same things and everybody knows everybody.”

“thanks for rescuing me yesterday.”

“remember when he came up to us the first week and was like, "what's up?"”

“i need you to delete all our texts.”

“i can't keep doing this anymore.”

“are you gonna let them go on with their bullshit?”

“i want to be with you.”

“here's a blanket, a pillow, and bed sheets. there you go.”

“okay, yeah. you don't seem to have grasped what i'm trying to say.”

“it's usually boring as hell.”

“he's been dealing to us for months.”

“i don't want to talk to him.”

“don't you wanna date [name] anymore?”

“i don't know why he's started texting me again. he knows i don't want anything to do with him.” 

“yeah, we had a shitload of drugs.”

“we could murder someone, and nobody would say a word.”

“she needs some fun.”

“he's just doing it to fuck with me.”

“it's such a weird question.”

“i just wanted to say hi. i don't believe we've met. ”

“but i still want us to be friends.”

“if i were to stay here… would you… like to keep me company? just you and me.”

“everything's, like, upside down now.”

“have you always lived here?”

“damn it. sorry. shit. i completely forgot.”

“i'm sure someone has a story to tell.”

“you've got to put yourself first. i mean, no matter what he thinks about it.”

“come on! you can't just sit there stuck in your room.”

“you can snuggle up in my safe arms if it gets scary.”

“i want to live a normal life.”

“let me have a look. you can hardly see it.”

“any other dick that's been sucked?”

“you just expect everything to be on your terms.”

“i want to know everything!”

“you don't have to go there. i'll take care of myself.”

“has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?” 

“i'll just stay in and go to bed early.”

“thanks for explaining the schedule.”

“i'd rather die.”

“i don't want you to be mad.”

“promise to tell me if something is wrong.”

“i can't be dressed like this if you're dressed like that.” 

“it's really complicated.”

“it feels like you don't care what people think about you, or if you have a lot of friends and stuff.” 

“nobody asked you to come. feel free to leave if you want.”

“well, nobody has ever, ever asked for this!” 

“there isn't so much to do around here.”

“you've become such a snob.”

“i know you're only trying to help me.” 

“do you like it here?”

“i don't wanna go in there. we're not even invited. fuck this.”

“don't you think it's weird [name] invited us to come?”

“if they hadn't been here, would you've, uh, made out with me?”

“so, you're an actual proper couple now?”

“you're thinking about someone else.”

“you're right. we're doing this together.”

“thanks… for nothing.”

“why are you even so obsessed with him?”

“i want you to hold me.”

“call me when you want to be picked up.”

“what the fuck do you care?” 

“i don't think we're a couple or anything. i don't know what it is.”

“you never asked me!”

“your focus should be on comforting me so that i can comfort him.” 

“it's not that hard. you have to be able to keep up appearances.”

“famous people make videos like that.”

“maybe somebody forgot to tell me, as usual.”

“just make a move on [name] and show him what you want.”

“you wanna stay a while and jam?”

“have you talked to your parents about it?”

“a diverse bunch of losers, who'll never amount to anything.”

“why can't i decide how the hell i want to live?”

“apparently, i'm the only one who doesn't know everybody.”

“i used to have straight a's on every test.”

“it will damage our reputation.”

“i'm fucking starving.”

“why is it called tax "evasion" but welfare "scam"? it's all right that rich people cheat, but when poor people do it, it's messed up. for rich people, it's not even called "welfare”, it's called "deduction."”

“what the fuck is rowing?”

“what the hell have you done, [name]?”

“good voice, man.”

“why can't i just have a relationship with him?”

“did you have fun last friday?”

“all the people are fake. they're made out of metal.”

what do you want me to say? i'm sorry!”

“is this some kind of prank?”

“i like you when you are yourself!”

“but you like him, don't you?”

“she shouldn't talk to you like that.”

“are you into him?”

“something's not right, i think we should head back to the road.”

“do you have trouble sleeping?”

“doesn't anyone care what i want?”

“just don't tell anyone that i've been here.”

“i was going to text you back, but…”

“your only mistake was that you hung out with the wrong kind of people.”

“i just wanted to help.”

“i know you'll use anything to get high or drunk.” 

“it's time to stop being so selfish.”

“i just want my fucking money.”

“you should've planned ahead. didn't you bring a sandwich?” 

“who the fuck wants to be normal anyway?”

“you fucking told me you were the one i could always come to!”

“i take it back.”

“i can see there's something going on.”

“i have to finish getting ready, so if you could please leave.”

“no one likes me when i'm myself.” 

“i hope you have a nice christmas.”

“i'm gonna do the wrong things, say the wrong things.”

“my mom is gonna kill me.”

“do you remember what you said to me last night?”

“i cannot be dragged into this.”

“i like you too.”

“you're no longer a part of my family.”

“it's well-suited for smaller people.”

“i assume that he thought that it would make him popular.”

“i didn't ask for this!”

“it's no problem. i like doing it.”

“it feels like i'm gonna throw up.”

“don't i get any breakfast?”

“whatever i do, i can't do anything right.”

“we haven't been to any party whatsoever.”

“did you get my texts?”

“i think it sounds romantic.”

“uh, wait, you have to come to the horror movie night on friday.”

“i liked what you said in there, [name].”

“okay, maybe he used to be a player, but love can actually change you.”

“it's nice to make an effort and dress up for dinner.” 

“i'm in a fucked-up situation and i'm trying to talk to you.” 

“you don't understand. i was gonna pay it.”

“you're not that kind of guy.”

“i was about to go outside and, um, do you wanna come with?”

“what about me?” 

“it was… okay, i guess.”

“can i sit with you?”

“you call this a scary movie?”

“i have a million things to take care of, i don't have time to talk to you.”

“have you lost it completely?”

“but i'm starving.”

“this past year has been difficult for me.”

“i don't get it. she's making it into such a big deal.”

“no, this won't work. just take it off, please.” 

“i'm not like that.”

“fuck you. it's not a crush.”

“then i know that i can't count on you.”

“can't you come see me in [town] sometime?”

“it's just that we can't be seen together.” 

“he was still sleeping when i walked in.”

“doesn't bother me at all. i've seen it. absolutely. 100%.”

“[name] is really getting on my nerves! seriously.”

“i want us to be friends again.”

“i thought you and [name] were friends.”

“make sure you check your dms. okay?”

“you think it's fun to fuck with people like me?”

“never spend money you don't have. okay?”

“you think i'm stupid?”

“this sucks.” 

“how nice to see some smiles.”

“this isn't just about me, but my entire family.”

“i'm going to marry her.”

“are you threatening me?”

“don't you realize the shit storm that follows if i come out?” 

“i don't want you to talking to her.”

“remember what we saw during movie night? when they sat next to each other?”

“i love you.”

“i just want to hang out with you.”

"there's no point in having a back-up if you never use it."

“pretend i'm saying something clever.”

“how's [name]? he must be totally devastated.”

“what do you think they think we're talking about?”

“everything is fake. everything in the world is fake.”

“[name] is dead.”

“it just wasn't what i thought it would be like.”

“since when did you start liking him for real?” 

“what a fucking douchebag. god!”

“what the hell are you saying? chill out!”

#rp meme #rp prompt #rp starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #it's long but i like my memes chunky <3 #lemme know if u'd prefer i do things in parts tho ! #also everyone watch this show immediately :knife:

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Could you maybe do a scenario where bokuto has a childhood omega friend and(ik this probably wouldn't happen irl in this type of situation, but...) bokuto decides that the omega would be great to have as a roomate along with the atsumu, sakusa, and hinata(the four of them would probably be alphas).You can just explain what that would be platonically, or you can throw in some 🌶✨spice✨🌶 if you want like maybe someone goes into heat or a rut or starts catching feels.But it's your choice :) <3

a/n - kind of only did the moving in day to establish what the dynamics might be between them, but, if you want to see more of this let me know! (not sure if it’s good enough to warrant more though haha) enjoy!

LIVING WITH THE BLACK JACKALS, an omegaverse au

Moving In Day

"Are you sure it's okay?" you asked, gnawing on your bottom lip as you watched Bokuto lift one of your suitcases from the boot of the car. He glanced over at you, placing the suitcase at the floor. His hand came down to rest on your shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze.

"I wouldn't have asked you to move in if I wasn't sure," reassured Bokuto. You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face into his chest. Breathing in deeply, you let his scent sooth you. He wrapped his arm around your body, squeezing you tightly before releasing you. He reached into the boot, removing the final bag and turning to face you once again. "Come on."

Bokuto held out his hand for you, and you took it, picking up a bag with your other hand. Once more, you glanced up at Bokuto, finding comfort in his amber eyes. His hand gave yours a squeeze, a gentle reminder that he was there. As you stepped up to the door it was flung open, and a head of ginger hair came barrelling towards you.

"y/n!" cheered Hinata, wrapping his arms around you and crushing you to his chest. Even as he held you, he was bouncing on the balls of his feet, struggling to contain his excitement at seeing you again. You let your bag drop to the floor, released Bokuto's hand, and wrapped your arms around Hinata's neck. He let out a pleased purr, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he pulled away and picking up the bag you dropped on the ground. He rambled away to you. "I'm so glad you decided to move in. Bokuto was saying he was asking you for ages. Just between you and me, we're all really happy. Ignore Sakusa's grumpy face. I overheard him talking to Komori yesterday and he was definitely pleased."

"Um, okay, Shoyo," you said, following him into the house, Bokuto behind you. He dropped your bags to the floor, turning to shut the front door behind him.

"Tsum Tsum!" he called as Hinata led the way into the living room. “Omi!”

His shout was accompanied by the sound of feet rushing down the stairs and a figure skidding around the corner, a head of bleached blonde hair barrelling towards you at a startling speed. Instinct told you to move to the side, taking refuge behind Bokuto as Atsumu attempted to stop moving, digging his heels in just before he made contact with the wall. Atsumu turned to you with a pout.

“No need to sidestep me,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. You grinned up at him sheepishly. “Sheesh. I’m not some scary alpha comin’ to claim ya or shit like that. Relax, y/n.”

Feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you pressed your forehead against Bokuto’s back, taking in another deep breath. His reassuring scent eased you, and you finally lifted your head up to be greeted by Atsumu’s outstretched arms.

“Now come here and give ya favourite alpha a hug,” he grinned, wrapping his arms around you and crushing you against his chest. You returned his hug as well as you could considering he had pinned your arms to your side. From behind you, you were aware of Bokuto letting out a grumble.

“I’m obviously their favourite,” he grumbled, resisting the urge to pull you away from Atsumu, who was taking far too long to greet you. Hinata, sensing the growing tension, spoke up.

“Sakusa’s here,” he declared, the statement enough for Atsumu to release you. You turned around, shooting the final alpha a warm smile, holding out your hand in greeting.

“Nice to see you again, Kiyoomi,” you greeted, feeling his warm hand close around yours, holding your hand in a firm grip. Sakusa nodded, hesitating for only a moment before he tugged you forward, his free arm wrapping around your waist as he gave you a brief squeeze.

“I didn’t think Bokuto would manage to win you over,” he admitted, gaze falling on Atsumu, as if your hesitation was due to him rather than the fact that living with four alphas was daunting at the best of times, let alone when the time came for their ruts. “Heaven knows they need the influence of an omega to tidy up their shit.”

You let out a snigger, knowing how messy Bokuto could be. It wasn’t that he was unable to clean or that he didn’t know how to. Honestly, Bokuto was just forgetful, too easily distracted for cleaning to be something he viewed with any importance. The alpha struggled to do his taxes, after all. Weakly, you defended, “I’m sure they’re not that bad.”

“Atsumu leaves his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor,” Sakusa reeled off. “Hinata struggles to understand that you need to clean up after making dinner. Bokuto leaves his boxers all over the house. I can go on.”

Bokuto flushed furiously at his words, protesting, “No, I don’t.”

“I do clean up,” Hinata insisted. “Last night, I washed up after eating.”

“Because I told you to,” sighed Sakusa, regarding Hinata coolly. “None of you do anything without being told.”

Atsumu, notably, stayed quiet. There was no arguing with what Sakusa had said. The proof was waiting to be discovered upstairs. He froze, shooting a panicked look up the stairs.

“Excuse me for a minute,” he said, sprinting up the stairs and leaving you all (excluding Sakusa) standing there a bit confused. Instead, a smirk pulled at the corners of his lips.

“He had a shower when Bokuto went to collect you,” Sakusa explained. “Now, he’s moving his clothes from the bathroom floor because he doesn’t want to leave a bad impression of him as a roommate on you.”

“Oh,” you breathed. “I really don’t mind though. We should just buy a clothes basket and leave it in the bathroom. It would be useful for all of us.”

“And this is why you moving in with us was a good idea,” grinned Bokuto. “Told you I was right.”

You smiled over at your best friend as Hinata grabbed one of your bags from the floor. Hinata spoke, ignoring the sound of Atsumu’s feet pounding on the stairs as he ran down, “Shall we get you moved in then?”

You nodded in agreement, reaching down to grab another bag and letting Hinata lead the way as Bokuto reached down to grab the remainder. Atsumu, whose sudden reappearance almost resulted in Hinata being knocked onto the floor, grabbed the majority of the bags, shooting Bokuto a teasing grin.

“You’re not the only muscle-bound athlete, Bo.”

“He is more muscular than you though, Tsumu,” admitted Hinata, glancing over his shoulder to watch Atsumu’s face twist. He let out an indignant splutter.

“Take that back, Shoyo.”

“He beat you in an arm wrestle yesterday, Atsumu,” sighed Sakusa. “Just carry the bags upstairs before you hurt your ego even more.”

A snicker escaped your mouth as you watched the interaction, your eyes immediately darting away from Atsumu when he made eye contact with you. You cleared your throat, “I thought we were showing me where my room is?”

“Right,” said Hinata, focusing on the task at hand once again. He took it upon himself to give you a quick tour as you walked down the corridor towards the room which was soon to be yours. “So, that door closest to the stairs is Omi’s, and beside it is the bathroom. Opposite the bathroom is my room. Tsumu’s room is beside yours and Bokuto is opposite you.”

You nodded along, attempting to process the information being given to you at speed. Already, you knew you were probably going to get the doors confused at first. They were all the same, with little to distinguish them from the other.

“No getting pissed off if I accidentally walk into your room instead of the bathroom,” you said, finger raised in a threatening manner. Atsumu hid a snigger behind the suitcases he was holding, while Bokuto’s lips stretched upwards in a smile.

“None of us would get mad if you walked into our rooms,” he said, giving you a slight nudge with his elbow, the action comforting. “My room will always be open for you if you need me.”

“Mine too,” piped up Hinata, Atsumu quickly nodding in the affirmative. Sakusa let out a grunt.

“I suppose, if you ever need to talk to me, you can,” he mumbled. “Though I don’t know why you would need to come to me.”

“Maybe if the others are being dickheads,” you teased, shooting Atsumu a smirk that had him giving you a playful glare in reply.

“Ya know I’m only a dickhead if I like you,” he grinned, giving your hair an affection ruffle. He dropped your bags down on the floor outside your room, Bokuto placing the ones he was carrying with far more care. “I’ll leave you to settle in. If ya need anythin’, just knock on my door.”

“Me and Bokuto are going to be watching the Adlers game that’s live now downstairs so come and join us when you’re finished,” said Hinata, already walking towards the stairs. Bokuto looked after him, then turned to look at you, trying to sense if you wanted him to stay. You gave his arm a squeeze, turning him around and pushing him in Hinata’s direction.

“Go watch the game, Kou,” you said, voice firm. “I know you want to. Besides, I’ll be fine. If I need help, I’ll just rope Atsumu in.”

“Okay!” he beamed, jogging after Hinata and leaving you alone with Sakusa.

Awkwardly, Sakusa ran a hand through his hair, fingers catching in his curls as he yanked them through his hair. “I did clean your room before you came today but if you want to give it another clean, I can give you some supplies.”

“Don’t worry about it, Kiyoomi,” you said, voice soft and full of gratitude. “I trust you.”

He turned away, hiding the rising blush on his cheeks at the way your scent grew sweeter at his words. In that moment, he could tell you were truly happy. Your earlier hesitation seemed to have vanished. He cleared his throat. “I’ll tell Bokuto you’re settling in okay. We’re going to order takeaway for dinner as a welcome meal so make sure you tell Atsumu what you want. He’s going to order it because he insists he’s more likely to get free food or money off. Not that we need money off, considering how much we make.”

“I will,” you said. “Thank you.”

Sakusa gave a nod, spinning on his heels and walking down the corridor, entering his room at the same time that you pushed open the door of yours.

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