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keis-slut · 1 year

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Sex In The Pizzaplex

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chapter ii. - Sun and Moon ⚠︎

CW: DIRTY TALK, SLIGHT DEGRADATION, JOI, OVERSTIMULATION, SEX TOYS, FINGERING

Reader POV

"now, you remember what I said about the daycare attendant?"

Vanessa asks, leading me into the Daycare center.

I was hired as an "after-hours attendant", which is honestly just the nicer version of saying i'm a janitor, but they started me off in the Daycare. Just as Vanessa guessed.

She was currently leading me to the Daycare, and was instructed to be my trainer. But mentioned she would just simply show me where things go and what to use when cleaning instead of being on my back with every move. She trusted i'd be just fine after a thing or two, so there is really no need for "training".

"I do remember, yeah, yeah" I say, rolling my eyes playfully.

She leads me over to these giant wood doors, and stops there.

"this is as far as i'm going, the attendant is your issue now" She says, crossing her arms.

I roll my eyes at her.

"thanks, I appreciate it" I say sarcastically, turning to her.

"is he really that bad?" I ask her, as she turns around and walks to the table behind us.

"yeah, he's odd. id rather not deal with him, it's annoying" She admits, grabbing a bin full of items.

"if you say so. wish me luck then" I say, fixing the strap of my bag on my shoulder and taking the bin from her as she motioned for me to have it.

"in here are all the cleaning supplies. I told you what needs to be cleaned and what to just leave. you'll be okay?" She asks, and I nod.

"okay, good. I'll be patrolling the Atrium and main entrance tonight, so i'm in the building. you know how to reach me if you need" She says, walking off with a smile and a wave.

I smile as I watch her walk off, sighing and turning to the tall doors.

I push them open with my foot and look around, everything so colorful.

To my left was a desk, so I headed over there to place down the bin, along with my bag.

Now, id like to mention, my "jokes" about getting freaky with these animatronics...not really jokes.

Yeah, no, I had something...a few things, in my bag. Just in case of anything. To come prepared.

I mean, it's not like I take those things out of my bag anyway.

But, whether this was robophilia, agalmatophilia, whatever you wanna call it, being attracted to fucking robots...

Working here was my opportunity to figure it out.

I stand up, and go to fix my work shirt, only to then feel something suddenly grab my hand.

I'm forcefully turned, now face to face with someone new as they grab my shoulders.

"hello! are you new?! what's your name?! my name is Sun, can you be my friend? oh, you're pretty!..."

I gasp, finally coming to my senses and getting a good look at this person.

animatronic.

The Daycare attendant.

He had a freakish looking smile, and his head was shaped like a sun. He was wearing an outfit almost similar to a jester, his red and yellow striped pants puffed out at the bottoms. Along his slender arms, he had bells dangling from his wrists, jingling as he held onto me. As odd as his design was, I did like it. But I understood immediately what Vanessa said by annoying.

He wasn't as cute as the other animatronics though, so maybe he could just help me with my chores and i'd be on my way. Probably won't be testing anything tonight.

Although, his mannerisms and slightly flirty compliments might've been...attractive.

"t-thank you...i'm y/n" I introduce, face slightly warm, and he removes his hands from my shoulders.

"oh! what a lovely name!" He compliments, clapping his hands together. I smile at him and walk over to the bin of supplies.

"oh, thank you" I thank him, grabbing a dry rag and an all-purpose cleaner from the bin Vanessa had given me.

"what brings you here after hours, friend?" He asks, skipping next to me, swaying his hips.

I stand up straight and show him my supplies.

"I work here. I just started" I say with a smile, going to walk around him to start cleaning, but he stands in front of me.

"oh, can I help! what do you have to do? let me!" He offers, laying his cold hand on mine, touching the rag I was holding. The physical touch sends a pulse through my body.

I smile, and pull away gently.

"I'll clean behind the desk first, actually, then maybe you can help with the play area. it's a mess" I say, shuffling over to the desk chairs.

"you think so? I try my best to clean up after the kids" He says, walking to the other side of the desk, leaning forward on his elbows and resting his chin on his hands.

"that's good, it leaves a little less work for me" I say with a chuckle, using the spray bottle for the cleaner along the desktop, wiping it down.

"speaking of kids..." He speaks, voice getting only a little lower in tone. But enough for me to halt my cleaning, and look up at him as he leans closer over the counter.

"how old are you? you're not a kid are you? I don't usually see many adults" He comments, and I stand up straight. He climbs on top of the desk, squating as he observed me, up and down. Even if he didn't have pupils to know where he was looking, I could still feel his stare somehow. Like there were a pair behind all of it.

"no, i'm not a kid" I admit to him carefully, as he continues to approach me. He hops over the desk, now on the same side as me. I back up, feeling my heel bump into something. My foot had knocked over my bag, but I was able to catch myself with my other foot before falling. Even so, my bag had toppled over, almost everything inside spilling out. Even it.

He notices this as well, and his head tilts in curiosity.

"what is this thing?" He asks, and my face pulses warmly. But I didn't say anything.

I just watched as he picked it up between his slender fingers, coming back over to me and holding it up.

"is this a toy? i've never seen one before, how do you use it?! it has lots of glitter!" He asks curiously, getting closer to me abruptly as my glittery toy was pushed in my face. Startling me slightly, I step back again into the wall, hearing something click behind me. I must've hit a switch, as the power in the area suddenly goes out.

"oh, damn it-"

"-no! no, no! the lights! they have to stay on! not now!" He startled me as he grunts, hunching forward and groaning in pain.

I watch, confused, even a little worried. I step forward for him to only step back further, bumping into the desk and dropping my toy.

"no, please! fix the lights, hurry!" He pleads, groaning again before toppling over behind one of the desk chairs.

I gasp, wanting to check on him, but frozen in my tracks as I was also still slightly frightened.

"Sun? are you...okay?" I ask, moving just a bit to try and carefully get a view.

But all I heard was silence, and then low growling.

My heart slammed against my chest as I heard this, starting to back up again.

This wasn't Sun anymore.

I watch the chair as it moves to the side, revealing a similar animatronic, but darker, his robotic wires and metal parts clicking as he eyed me from behind the chair.

I could only slightly make out how he looked, his pants now a blue color, scattered with yellow stars.

Definitely hotter.

I watched as he stood up from behind the chair, tilting his head to look at me as he slowed his stride approaching me.

Those red eyes...

As he got closer, I only now had noticed how tall he actually was, as he had to lean down to get in my face.

"you'll be a good girl for me, now, won't you?" He purrs, feeling my face grow hot.

Oh my god.

Everything inside me was internally screaming.

All of the above when it came to kinks was currently screaming.

My legs had almost turned to jelly as his slender fingers touched my neck.

"won't you?" He repeats darkly, and my breath hitches.

"y-yes" I respond quickly, my face burning.

He brought his hand down to my chest, pulling at the buttons on my work shirt. Removing one, then two, then another, enough to reveal my bra.

I swear if he had a tongue, he'd be licking his lips.

He let out a low growl as he moves back slightly, and stops, pointing at the desk chair.

"sit"

He demands, and stepping over to the chair slowly, I could now feel the warmth between my legs.

As I sit down, he bends to pick up my toy again, walking closer to me. He leans down, resting his hand on one of the chair arms to hover over me, his other holding it.

"I don't know how this toy works. why don't you show me?" He purrs, handing it to me.

I hesitate, then grab it shyly, hooking my finger around the band of my dress pants.

"now, now, I know all of us are mostly around children all the time..." He growls, leaning down again with his hands on either side of the chair, looming over me, watching me strip with his red eyes.

"but when we aren't..."

I slip my pants off one leg, and he brings a cold hand to my thigh, forcefully spreading my legs.

"well, we're just like you..."

I gasp as they twitch, and he brings his other hand to trace against my damp panties.

"so wet already...naughty, naughty girl" He hums, pushing harder against the fabric as my legs go to snap closed, fighting against his hand still holding them open.

He pulls his hand away, and stares at me.

"do it" He says, his raspy, growling voice leaking with desire.

I slide my hand down my hip, hooking my thumb around my panties and pulling it off one leg, exposing myself.

He leans against the desk, carefully watching me.

"put it in, slowly" He demands, and I whine, shamelessly feeling myself drip right before his eyes.

I bring the tip to my entrance, moving it up and down to lubricate slightly.

My mouth forms an "O" shape as I moan lightly. The tip enters gently, and my eyelids bat as I make eye contact with him.

"hm, what's the word?...whore?" He growls, questioning himself out loud, knowingly teasing me.

As he says that, I buck my hips, the toy pushing in fully.

I moan as I carefully pull it out, thrusting it in again just the way I liked.

"no, no, did I say to start?" He snarled, inching closer to me.

I stop and buck my hips, trying to tell him I needed to keep going.

"such a needy girl" He said, placing his cold robotic hand on my knee.

"go slow"

I pump my toy in and out, as slow as I could manage, my back arching against the chair.

"please..." I beg, sighing as I felt myself desirably clench around the toy.

"oh, so you want to beg now?" He teased, tilting his head as it clicked mechanically.

"such a desperate whore, now, aren't you?" He growled, bringing his hand down to mine and helping me push the toy in deeply.

My hips jerk forwards, and I whine for him to move.

"you wanted to beg, didn't you?" He teased, pushing harder as the toy brushed against my limit.

"beg"

I squirm under him as my walls closed tightly around the silicone.

"please, I want to keep going..." I whisper, sighing out a moan as my eyelids dropped.

"I want to cum, please, please let me" I continue to beg as he laughs desirably.

"filthy girl..."

He retracts his hand, placing it on my thigh instead.

"faster, now"

I moan loudly, pushing the toy in and out of me at a faster rate, my other hand grabbing at the chair behind me as my hips rolled.

"i'm close, please" I plead, and he growls.

"let me"

He grabs a hold of my hand, forcefully placing his other hand just above my head to tower over me.

The size of him just had my pussy throbbing against the toy as he encased me in the chair.

His mechanical hand paced at an unbelievable speed, my arm beginning to grow tired.

My chest heaved as he pulled it in and out so fast I could barely keep up, my moans turning into breathless whimpers.

"let me cum, please" I cry, my eyebrows knitting, pussy tightening around the toy.

"naughty girls must be punished" He barked, bringing his other hand to attack my clit, overstimulating me as I squirmed out a messy orgasm.

He pulled out the toy abruptly, my squirting finish dripping on the chair, his hand still circling my clit forcefully.

I sob as he watched me come undone, writhing uncomfortably in the seat. Growing severely sensitive, he still didn't seem to stop. No, instead he brought his other hand to my entrance after tossing the toy to the side. He easily has slipped two fingers inside me, curling them instantly as my hips bucked.

"fuck!-" I cry, and he tuts me.

"uh, uh, no naughty language in the Daycare..." He spits, hooking his fingers against my g-spot, his other hand still overstimulating my clit.

"i'm sorry, oh, god, but please-!" I beg, whining as he laughed, knowing he felt me clench around his robotic fingers.

"seeing you come undone is a dream" He admit.

Suddenly, even during all of this, the power comes back on loudly. It had startled me, and before me he had started to twitch, his hat falling behind his head, and Suns rays came through. His eyes glossed over back to white, and his outfit had faded back to its red and yellow. Once turning back, he noticed me and retracted his hand from between my legs, my mess all over his shiny fingers.

"oh, friend! i'm so sorry! did Moon hurt you?!" He cried, stepping back as he was flustered.

I throw my head back on the chair and sigh heavily out of relief, my legs twitching ever so slightly as I tried to rest them.

"oh, Sun, you're back..."

I now had to clean up more than I expected tonight.

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mysterycitrus · 5 months

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Hey!! Love your art and your meta posts. I was wondering about your thoughts on something because I don't think I've ever really read about much of it in canon (might be missing something though), but do the batkids have their own Brucie Wayne-esque personas? I figure they'd be expected to act a certain way, like they've been taking in by a party loving play boy, they're gonna be a at least somewhat spoilt social butterflies right? I just can't stop thinking about the kids hitting like teenhood and having to adopt and put on that kind of act because it would be a little suspicious if nothing about Brucie rubbed off on them. Maybe they steal Bruce's cars or crash a gala, something staged just for the tabloids like that. Idk, I just find the idea of (most of) the kids not being raised anything like that and having to act up in the name of keeping their identities safe really interesting because I don't think they'd find it fun, I think it would actually gross them out to throw around money and act like brats.

lovely anon this is SUCH a fun question and i shall answer it in parts. the first is this — what is the purpose of the bruce wayne persona?

bruce created a specific public image of himself for several reasons — to deflect any suspicion that he’s batman, to justify his frequent disappearances from the public eye, and to be consistently underestimated by people he was in opposition with (gothams corrupt elite, the gcpd, etc). the popular interpretation of this is that he’s like a kardashian, but to be honest id say he’s a lot more like a donatella versace— relatively reclusive but who occasionally pops up doing the weirdest shit ever. he posts on dick’s insta like bruce WAYNE ❤️

wrt his kids, no, i don’t think many of them have that sort of glamorised persona. part of it is that the “gala” trope in fandom just…… doesn’t really exist in the comics? like bruce will take vicki vale to an event, or go to a luthercorp thing to gather intel, but the idea of everyone hitting up an event at the gotham four seasons is not a common story beat. and even then, again, the performance has a purpose outside of just being a distraction.

in particular, u have to consider how his kids are different from bruce. jason and dick were both lower class, if not actively below the poverty line and acting spoiled won’t win them any favours. cass straight up isn’t interested in that kind of performance. damian is honest to a fault. duke has his own family that he’s proud of. when u consider that damian and cass and duke and dick also aren’t white, u have to think about how acting like a glitzy idiot would help them in the same way it would bruce. short answer — it very much wouldnt. many people will think less of them regardless. it would be dehumanising, and because none of them have that same degree of disconnection from the standard person that bruce has, how would them being seen as spoiled idiots help them?

dick has always lived with civilian neighbours, had civilian jobs, and fostered civilian relationships. him being a cop was bad, but he takes a lot of pride in being someone who’s like… dependable. a good neighbour. jason is legally dead, but he wouldn’t have wanted to be seen as the dumb poor kid either. cass would probably play with peoples expectations of her, but not like an established persona that she has to take on. duke is, again, very attached to his family and where he grew up, and is very aware of assumptions people might make about that. damian would rather kill himself than pretend to be an idiot. tim, again, is a strong maybe, but i also don’t think he’d give a shit. he really values keeping himself as tim drake intact, away from robin. he wants to keep being himself.

i just think most of them would stay out of the public eye. remember — bruce isn’t active online. there is still massive control over released information about him, especially with babs. i think they would purposely make themselves boring and unassuming.

the short answer is that none of them, truly, possess bruce’s raw commitment to the bit.

#bruce Wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #Cassandra cain #duke Thomas #batman #damian wayne #nightwing #dc comics #red hood #robin #the ask and the answer

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iamumbra195 · 9 months

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random bleach time travel inccorect quotes from an AU I will probably never write (Ichigo becomes soul king post tybw cause yhwach body doesn’t hold up and then time travels to the Turn back the pendulm era for reasons I’m too lazy to explain)

Ichigo joined Squad 6 under Ginrei Kuchiki in this AU

...

Ichigo: *likes sitting in the sun, hates the rain, touch starved but still prickly enough to pretend he doesn’t like it ‘cause he was soul king for three years and barely had any proper human contact for all that time, has weird eyes and other weird traits from his hollow*

Hiyori + Kaien: *spying on him*

Ichigo: *straight hissed at someone who got to close when he was injured*

Hiyori: *ticks something else off on the list of reasons why Ichigo might be a cat in human form*

Yoruichi, the real cat shapeshifter:

...

Love: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people?

Ichigo: Plane tickets?

Shinji: Concert tickets?

Lisa: Prostitution?

Love, holding holding his broken sunglasses: Glasses.

...

Hollowified!Shinji: *Screams*

Hollowified!Hiyori: *Screams louder to assert dominance*

Kisuke, concerned: Should we do something?!

Ichigo, observing: *thinking back to his hollow training and how much the Visored fucked with him for fun*

Ichigo: Nah, I want to see who wins this.

...

Kensei: Dammit, Mashiro!

Mashiro: What?! It wasn’t me!

Kensei: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Shinji!

Shinji: Not me either.

Kensei: Oh...Then who destroyed the entire training ground?

Ichigo + Kaien who thought it would be fun to spar but went a little too far:

...

Ichigo: *Gently taps table*

Kaien: *Taps back*

Hiyori: What are they doing?

Kisuke: Morse code.

Ichigo: *Aggressively taps table*

Kaien: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

...

*Lieutenants on a mission*

Kaien: I think we're missing something.

Lisa: Teamwork?

Hiyori: Cohesion?

Ichigo: A general sense of what the fuck we’re doing?

Kaien: ... Where’s Mashiro?

Mashiro: *fighting a bear in a forest three districts away*

Lisa:

Hiyori:

Ichigo: ... Fuck

Kensei: *in Squad 9 barracks* I S E N S E A D I S T U R B A N C E

...

Shinji: Tonight, one of you has betrayed us.

Kisuke: Is it me?

Shinji: No, it’s not you.

Tessai: Is it me?

Shinji: It’s not you either.

Aizen: Is it me, Captain?

Shinji, dying because of Hollowification:

Shinji, mockingly: Is IT mE CaPTaIN?

...

Kyouraku: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Kisuke: I’ve been dissociating for the past two and a half hours.

Ukitake: I got distracted about halfway through.

Lisa: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

...

Ichigo: Can I be frank with you guys?

Kaien: *confused* Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Mashiro: Can I still be Mashiro?

Shinji: Shh, let Frank speak.

Ichigo:

Ichigo: *lunges at Shinji*

...

Ichigo: *trying not to laugh* Tell Kensei about the birds and the bees.

Mashiro: *serious* They're disappearing at an alarming rate

...

Yoruichi: Soifon, keep an eye on Kisuke today. He’s going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Soifon: Sure, I’d love to see Urahara get punched.

Yoruichi: Try again.

Soifon, sighing: I will stop Urahara from getting punched

...

*The Visored+ Hollowified!Kaien is getting into a car*

Ichigo: *the only one who know how to drive* I’m driving

Mashiro, out of view: Shotgun!

Kaien, turning to face Mashiro: Aww! But you had it on the way here-

Everyone except Mashiro: WOAH-

Mashiro, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! *Pumps gun*

...

Lisa: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Hiyori: *turning to Shinji* How tall are you?

...

Kaien:

Ichigo:

Kaien: In my defense--

Ichigo: You have no defense you let Byakuya meet Gin

Kaien: but--

Ichigo: Byakuya. The same cocky shit that tries to fight anything that moves fast enough. And Gin. The creepy shit that thought it was a good idea to work with megalomaniac rather than talk to people

Kaien: You don’t have any room to talk about bad communication but in hindsight it wasn’t my greatest idea--

Ichigo: understatement of the century

Kaien: But I was bored and you have to admit it was a little funny

Ichigo:

Ichigo: *covering his face because the sight of baby byakuya getting thrown into the Kuchiki Koi pond by baby Gin was actually hilarious but he refuses to admit it* I hate you

...

Kensei: I sometimes drink milk straight out of the container

Mashiro: the COW?

Kensei:

...

Kisuke: You have to apologize to Shinji

Hiyori: Fine.

Hiyori: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

...

Kaien: I told Ichigo his ears turn red when he lies

Mashiro: Why?

Kaien: So I can do this

Kaien: Hey, Ichigo! Do you love us?

Ichigo, covering his ears: No.

Mashiro: Aw, Berry-tan

Ichigo: Shut up, seaweed brain!

...

*Shinji and Kisuke sitting in jail together*

Shinji: So who should we call?

Kisuke: I’d call Hiyori, but I feel safer in jail

...

Shinji: Hey, how old are you?

Ichigo: Twenty-four--

Ichigo *remembers that the soul society doesn’t have the same age system*

Ichigo: two hundered

Shinji:

Shinji, concerned: did you just say--

Ichigo, nervously: TWO HUNDRED

...

Shinji: What do you think Ichigo will do for a distraction?

Kaien: He’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*several building explode due to Getsuga Tensho*

Kaien: ... or he could do that.

...

Kisuke: I know you’re a time traveler, Kurosaki-san

Ichigo: (Play dumb!)

Ichigo: Who's Kurosaki?

Ichigo: (NOT THAT DUMB!!!)

...

Love: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Kensei: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Mashiro: Smad

Kaien: Ichigo

Ichigo:...

...

Shinji: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Kensei: You’re a hazard to society

Hiyori: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

...

Ichigo, babysitting: Violence isn't the answer.

Byakuya: You’re right.

Ichigo: *sighs in relief*

Byakuya, reaching for a brick: Violence is the question.

Ichigo: What?

Byakuya, running to hit Gin on the head with a brick: And the answer is yes.

Ichigo, running after him: NO-

Ginrei, watching the chaos while drinking tea: ... Today’s a beautiful day

...

Kisuke: *Accidentally hits Hiyori in the face*

Kisuke: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Kisuke: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Hiyori, confused: What’s wrong with you?!

Shinji: *wheezing in the background*

...

Ichigo: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Mashiro: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

...

Kaien: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Mashiro: They do.

Ichigo: ... Why did you say that with such certainty?

...

Shinji: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

...

Kisuke: I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.

...

Kaien: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Ichigo: Killed without hesitation.

Kaien: No.

...

Kisuke: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Ichigo: What did you do?

Kisuke: Nobody died.

Ichigo: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

...

Kaien, euphoric from his date with Miyako: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Kukaku: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

...

Aizen, trying to be friends with Ichigo b4 he died: I made tea.

Ichigo: I don’t want tea.

Aizen: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Ichigo: Then why are you telling me?

Aizen: It is a conversation starter.

Ichigo: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Aizen: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

Ichigo:

Ichigo: *two seconds away from a homicide

...

Mashiro: what is it called when you kill your friend

Ichigo: Amicicide

Kensei: Murder

Mashiro: Homiecide

...

Ichigo: *looks like Kaien and Isshin*

Kaien: *suspicious but has no proof*

Ichigo, lying becuase he doesn’t want to deal with the emotions that come with seeing Isshin again: I’m not a Shiba

Ichigo: *uses Getsuga Tensho*

Kaien, throwing a table: oKAY, I CALL BULLSHIT

...

Ichigo: *having a chill day in Rukongai by himslef

baby Rukia, Renji, and their gang: *chased by a merchant they stole from*

Ichigo:

Ichigo: *adopts them*

...

Okay, that’s more than enough for one post

Yes, Kaien is hollowfied here because I want him to be, yes, I really like adding animalistic traits to characters I love don’t ask me why

This is so much longer than I planned but it was too fun to stop

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eye-of-enigmatic-thought · 9 months

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Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored.

[ID: Digital art of a fullbody of Crocrow intensely staring straight at the viewer as he holds a knife with the right wing. Crocrow is a small cartoon crow with red eyes, a long scar over his left (our left) eye, and a small tuft of feathers on the back of his head that lead up. The background is a rgb red surrounded by black scribbles and the ground is a dark grey. End ID.]

So, a bit of context

I am a system and I have headmates, I found out about a year or so ago that I basically have... other people in my brain who I talk to and navigate life with. For the most part its something we rather keep private about ourselves due to not wanting to deal with ableism and how its generally mostly me, Tara, managing things and fronting whilst the others take the sidelines (I describe it as mostly me with friends who occasionally check up on me).

warning sad sad dump below:

A month or so back, I was triggered of some childhood trauma, and I met a new alter called Crocrow, who takes the appearance of a little crow and takes who I was when I was around 10-14 years old. Those years were a very traumatic time and they still greatly affect me. I'd rather not get into full detail of it, but I am still filled with anger and hurt. I still have things that trigger me of that time no matter how miniscule it would be.

Crocrow, despite most of my headmates preferring privacy, does want to be more known, he wants to yell "I am here, I am real" to the world because what he and I went through was real and it made him, it made me into where I am now. We don't want our pain to be ignored, we don't want it to be dismissed, or that it could have been 'worse', or that it 'wasn't that bad'. We went through trauma, we are still hurt and affected, we want that to be known, and we want to express it. Hopefully in ways that don't bring us MORE trauma xD

Most art with Crocrow would be way too personal to show (even if he really wants me to share them, I just don't think itd be a good idea to bring out all the specifics of my trauma for the world to see), but drawing him be the little edgy badass I wanted to be as a traumatised kid who wanted to be just like Shadow The Hedgehog has been really cathartic for me. So you may see art of him around. :)

(heck he may even talk on here too if he wanted to, i dunno, we'll see)

#my art #digital art #vent art #crocrow #crow #alter art #plural #plural art #im kinda nervous posting into those tags #trauma #trauma art #title is taken from #faint #linkin park

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freddieslater · 8 days

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Rules of (A Fake) Engagement :D

God, I don't think about this one often but when I do, I'm overcome with such a strong urge to just write the whole thing yet I never do. Also this was a bit more than a paragraph but as I said, this WIP lives rent free in my head!

"So, let me get this straight," Tristan said, holding a hand out across the table as his lips curled upwards in amusement. "Now your mom thinks we're engaged?"

Rory groaned into her arms. He took that as his answer.

"Well, did you tell her the truth?"

Rory looked up at him like he'd grown two heads. "What, that I made it all up? That I got so insanely jealous when I saw Dean with his new girlfriend, even though I have no feelings whatsoever for him anymore, that I lied and told him you and I were engaged because I wanted to make him at least a little bit jealous too?!"

Tristan nodded. "Yeah, exactly."

She dropped her head back onto her arms with another groan.

"I'll take that as a no," he muttered.

Her phone chose that moment to start ringing. Another groan. Tristan glanced at the screen for her but hesitated to actually read out the caller ID. He had no choice, though, when she peered up at him expectantly, just a flutter of sad eyes behind her arm.

"It's your grandmother."

"What?!" She scrambled to pick up her phone and nearly started crying when she confirmed that he was right. Pressing a hand to her forehead, she answered it, shakily saying, "Hi, Grandma."

That's all she managed to get out before she was cut off by a barrage of questions that sounded a lot more like accusations. Specifically, what has happened that she would feel she couldn't tell her that she was engaged to be married to a perfectly respectable man, and why did she have to find our from her mother rather than straight from her, and does she hate her? Is that is? She must hate her, or else she would have delivered such an important announcement personally.

Rory exchanged a helpless look with Tristan while he tried his best to fight back a smile, widening his eyes and pretending to look as terrified as she currently did.

Finally, she managed to get a word in. "Grandma! Take a breath. I don't hate you. Of course I don't. The reason I didn't tell you is because-"

"I demand you and Tristan come for dinner."

"What?!"

"Well, I know he's a respectable man, but I would at least like to have a proper conversation with him once before you marry him! We need to discuss this properly, over dinner. When are you and Tristan next available?"

She pressed the heel of her hand into her eye, trying to fight off the headache already building behind it. She caught Tristan mouthing something at her, asking what she was saying.

Pressing the phone to her shoulder, she quietly relayed, "She wants us to go over for dinner! I have to tell her. I don't care if Dean finds out, it was stupid to lie anyway!"

Mind made up, she lifted her phone back to her ear and began to say, "Grandma, it's not-"

Tristan waved a hand, stopping her in her tracks. She lowered the phone again, covering the microphone.

"Look, what if we just... went along with it?" he asked. "Just for a little while. That way, you don't get totally humiliated by being outed as a liar to everyone you know."

She shook her head. "That's crazy. And, what do you get out of that?"

He shrugged and leaned back in his chair. He didn't give much more than that, but proceeded to say, "I'm going home in four days. When's your flight?"

She hesitated. "Same. In four days."

"Rory?! Rory, are you still there?!"

Tristan nodded. "Okay, so, tell her we can do dinner in five days. That's, what, Friday? Yeah, Friday."

She opened her mouth to tell him that his plan was insane, and that they would be found out immediately, and then it would be even more humiliating. It was already going to be bad enough as it was.

"What do you have to lose?" Tristan whispered.

Her grandmother was still calling her name like a harpy. Rory held the phone to her ear and, without breaking eye contact with Tristan, said, "Is Friday okay? We don't get back from New York until then."

"Oh. Well, I suppose Friday is suitable. I expect to see you both then."

Rory's heart was racing as she set the phone back on the table, retracing her hand from it quickly like it was an explosive. Did she really just do that? She couldn't possibly have...

She turned her eyes sharply to Tristan. "Why did you tell me to say that?!"

Send me the title/number of a wip and make me write it!

#mariedemedicis #ask away earthlings!#make me write #gilmore girls #rory x tristan #tristan x rory #rory gilmore #tristan dugray #my wips

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134340am · 2 years

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iced dirty chai with…….osamu 🫶❤️🥰

you're pretty sure the coffeeshop's bar lights and their warm rosy tint have been playing tricks on your eyes.

because you've been staring at this banged-up student ID—covered with scratches, yellowed from years of use—for the past ten minutes, and you still haven't been able to figure out how a person could be so good looking.

miya osamu, reads the card, which means you can now put a name to the handsomest face you've ever come across. his eyes are the slightest bit droopy, which would've made him more cute than hot if not for the piercing gaze he holds. that, coupled with a strong brow, steel grey eyes, and the delicate slope of his nose, had butterflies stirring restlessly in your stomach.

the lost and found box in the coffeeshop usually holds the same few items—umbrellas, water bottles, earphones, and even claw clips. and as per the seven-day rule—if the owner of the lost item doesn’t come back for it in seven days, you can take whatever you want—you’ve managed to get away with a good few finds: namely, a beaded bracelet which says T-H-O-T-<3 and a compact foldable umbrella for rainy days on campus.

this, though, this pretty boy’s student ID—might just be your new favourite find. there’s just something satisfying about the combination of his features. it makes you want to pocket the student card, maybe even stuff it in your wallet for safekeeping—like a treasured Pokémon card that’s limited edition and sold out everywhere.

too bad this item only showed up in the box today: meaning miya osamu has another six days to come back for it, or it’s yours for life.

(you wonder if you’d rather keep this scratched, dirty card, or wait and see if he’ll come back for it—though you weren’t sure if you’d be able to survive meeting him in person.)

ding!

oh, too bad. looks like you don’t get to choose, because miya osamu just walked in—big brows and pretty eyes and everything.

“hey, i know yer closin’ in a bit, but i think i left my student card here. ya have a lost ‘nd found box or anything?” his charming hyogo accent zips straight up your spine and you stand up as straight as you can.

“um, yeah, i— uh, miya osamu, right? i have it right here—” you reach out to show him the card, only for it to slip between your fingers and land on the bar’s smooth marble counter. “i, uh, need you to fill in a form before i can give it to you, though.”

“sure thing. thanks for holdin’ onto it.” he nods, and even his nod is attractive.

you scurry off towards the back to grab a pen and the claim form, nearly tripping over yourself in excitement. damn it, so that means you won’t be able to keep his student card—but he’s so crazily handsome in person that you didn’t mind at all.

osamu’s tall (and broad, you noticed): the shadow he casts over the counter when he leans down to fill in his particulars stretches long and wide.

“so, um. when did you realise you lost your card?” you hum in an attempt to make small talk.

“couldn’t tap into the science building. that’s when i knew.”

“oh, you’re in science?”

“yeah,” he says with a proud grin, sliding the form back to you and leaning on the counter. you resist the urge to ogle at the prominent veins on his forearms. “food science, actually. we baked bread in class today.”

“that sounds so much more fun than the three-hour business law seminar i had at the crack of dawn today,” you laugh, and check over the fields to make sure they were all filled. osamu has nice handwriting, you note. it’s a little loopy and a tad too big, just like any other boy’s, but it had character.

shit, you’re down bad, aren’t you?

“i’ll bring ya some of my sourdough next time—that could keep ya awake in class. anyways, thanks. and see ya soon.” he gives you a wave, complete with a little grin that reveals a faint dimple on his left cheek.

you wave back from behind the counter, face on fire and your heart hammering against your ribcage. “s-see you!”

wait. next time? soon?

send me your drink order + a character for a short little drabble!

#beep boop i didn't know how to end this so it's a little rubbish towards the end i'm sorry bhebdfhiewifdw #i daydreamed this entire scenario while at work the other day #i'd totally keep his student card in the back of my phone case #like a little kpop photocard or something #hehehehe #osamu miya x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #yuna writes

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milkywaygg · 7 months

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The Cosmas REVAMP Chapter 7

“Damn, your mom is fucking crazy.”, Nora complained, as the two walked down the pathway, digging through her pockets for her wand.

“Well, I’ve gotten used to be to be honest.”, Linnie laughed nervously, tugging slightly on his sweater collar, “She doesn’t really like it when I go out by myself, unless it’s for school or babysitting in the neighborhood.”

“Why not? You don’t go to clubs or parties or anything?”

“Oh goodness no. That’s more of Daisy’s thing. I just find them way too noisy, and I get kind of uncomfortable during them.”

“Lame ass.”, Nora muttered, just barely loud enough for Linnie to hear her.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m just saying, you’re only in high school once. I don’t understand why you waste it watching other people’s brats..Ugh! Where is that damn wand??”

“Well..I-I guess I just like to..um…you know, It’s always been a dream of mine to raise a family of my own, and I do think the babysitting gives me practice with that. Plus, it’s good money on the side.”

“Uh huh…”, Nora muttered, no sign of her wand, “Shit…I think I left my wand back at the house. Can you poof us there?”

“I don’t have a license.”

“Of fucking course..”, Nora sighed a rather annoyed sigh, making Linnie squirm almost apologetically. They stood around silently for a moment until suddenly, a small smirk grew on Nora’s face.

“You know what, forget prom. You want to have some real fun?”, Nora asked, her fingers riding up and down Linnie’s jacket, “There’s this bar down the street from where I used to live. They don’t ID.”

“They don’t ID? Isn’t that illegal? How are they still in business.”

“Meh..owner must have figured that they’d attract more customers.”, Nora shrugged, “The signs say they ID, but judging by some of the customers I’ve seen, I seriously doubt they actually do.”

“B-But wouldn’t we get in serious trouble? What if they did ID us, and we go to jail? A-and alcohol isn’t something I’m very fond of.”, Linnie complained. Nora rolled her eyes at him.

“Ok seriously? Quit being chicken shit. You’re ruining my night out.”, Nora groaned, “In case you just so happened to forget, I’m your guest. I didn’t HAVE to agree to take you to prom, and I did, despite everything that I’ve been through and all…you know, having an abusive mother has taken such a toll on me..I figured it’d be nice to get some drinks. But since you’re so insistent, I guess I could go without. I could just go to bed and replay all those thoughts instead.”

“Oh Nora, no no! I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to be so rude! I’m really sorry.”, Linnie said with a rather high pitched voice, bending his knees slightly to match her height, “Um..I guess one night is fine if that’s what you want. I’m sorry Nora. I-I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

“Good. I’ll lead the way. Might wanna have that taser handy.”

As they made their way towards Nora’s old neighborhood, Linnie hugged himself tighter, grateful that his mother had reminded him about his taser and pepperspray. They were groups of sketchy looking fairies that looked up and down at Linnie as if he were fresh meet, while other hung around the outside of shops and graffiti covered walls, smoking cigarettes and cigars. They turned a dimly lit corner and continued to float until they saw a neon-green, 4 leaf clover sign illuminated towards the end of the block.

“Just down ahead, Lin!”, Nora cheered, “They’ve got some really good beer. I tried a cup on my way home one evening, but I think they’ve got some wines if that’s what you’re into.”

“Nora please, I-I would really rather just a soda or some water.”

“Well, what’s the damn point of going to a bar if you’re not going to drink, huh?”, Nora yelled suddenly, making Linnie cringe with fear, “Do you WANT tonight to be a disaster for me? After all I’ve been through with my mother?”

“N-n-no please Nora! I’m sorry! I-I’ll get something. I promise. I’m sorry, I know you want tonight to be special.”

“Damn straight, and don’t you forget it! I don’t think I’m the one being unreasonable here, Linnie!”, Nora yelled, grabbing Linnie’s hand tightly as the two entered the bar. The room was filled with endless chatting and loud, rude laughs, while illuminating itself it a harsh, yellow light. Luckily for them, they were able to find two front-row seats near the stained bar, despite being close to happy hour. Stella, a blond haired fairy with wrinkles and tan skin, smiled at the two newcomers.

“Hey there. What can I get out.”

“Gimmie this whiskey on the rocks.”, Nora said, looking at the drink menu, “Feeling adventurous tonight.

“Excellent, and what about you, darling. Oooh.”, Stella looked up and down at Linnie, “Aren’t you just the prettiest thing? What’s a guy like you doing in a shit hole like this?”

“Aye! Back off! He’s with me.”, Nora snapped, Stella backing off with her hands up in the hair, “What do you want Linnie?”

“Um…I guess just some red wine please. Thank you.”, Linnie said softly, grabbing his bag out, “Um…Did we need to bring some IDS or…”

“Linnie! SHUSH!”, Nora said between her teeth. Luckily, it went unnoticed by Stella, who merely smiled at Linnie.

“Don’t worry darling. I’m sure you guys are fine. I’ll bring them right out.”, she said, winking at him before she left. Linnie continued to look around at his surroundings, feeling very much out of place, until he felt a sharp, vibration from his pants pocket. He took out his phone and read the message that Daisy had sent:

Linnie? Are you ok? Where u at? Thought u were gonna meet us there?

You were supposed to bring me with you, remember? That’s what mom wanted.

Oh…shit yea. That’d explain why she was yelling where I left LOL. Prob gonna be so grounded. But seriously where are you? Can’t seem to find you anywhere.

I’m with Nora right now.

That doesn’t answer my question. Where.Are.You?

Before Linnie could answer, the drinks were placed in front of them, and Nora nudged him to put the phone away.

“She’ll be alright. I’ll have you home by midnight.”, Nora said, taking a swig of her drink as she grabbed her phone out, pulling out Daisy’s number, “Don’t worry I got this.”

Hey. This is Nora. Linnie and I decided to hang out at the house for the evening. We were both just kinda tired from exams and everything, so figured we’d chill out at home.

Little did Nora know, Linnie really couldn’t handle his liquor. After the first round of drinks, Nora watched as Linnie swayed slowly in his seat; his nervous nature now subdued with a goofy smile, looking at Nora with a somewhat loving glance.

“Your hair…Your hair kinda looks like ice cream hahaha.”, Linnie laughed, squeaking out a hiccup, “Oh! Excuse me! Oh..I need the restroom. Excuse me.”

Nora tried to keep her laughter in as Linnie wobbled around towards the men’s room, nearly losing his balance when the floor turned from the lobby’s wood to the bathroom’s tiles. Swallowing down the rest of her whiskey, she ordered a second round of drinks and waited for Linnie to get back, still with his goofy grin, and his hair all frizzed out; his face blushing, and his glasses askew.

“I-Nora…you’re really hot.”, Linnie purred, moving himself closer to Nora as he sipped on the second wine glass, “Would it be ok if I…”

Suddenly, Nora pulled Linnie into a kiss, pressing her hands onto his shoulders to help him keep balance. They rubbed their arms around their waists and bodies as the couple got up from their seats; Nora throwing money onto the counter. Nora pushed Linnie out to the floor first and grabbed him, dragging him to a dark, more private corner in the alley in which they couldn’t be seen. Linnie laughed and giggled as Nora kept kissing him, making sure his taser and pepperspray were nowhere close to her as she got closer, kissing as the darkness engulfed them..

It wasn’t but the weekend after that trouble started to brew. Linnie had passed out after puking during one of their final exams, and his mind couldn’t help but flood itself with memories of that faithful night with Nora.

Oh goodness oh goodness…ugh, my stomach is killing me…and my period should have been a few days ago…wait, did Nora? Wait…no she couldn’t have. Could she?

Keeping all of this in mind, Linnie made a pit stop after school and bought one of the pregnancy tests near the men’s section, sneaking it into the backpack so that no one would see him with it. Locking himself in the bathroom, he watched nervously as the pink heart that represented positive stared at Linnie as if he had a giant black dot on his forehead.

#fairly oddparents #cosma family #fanfic #au

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littlecarmine · 8 months

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hi bestieee <3 I hope you're doing well and I'm absolutely loving your new blog look!!!

(but but I'm also here to do the game for the sad shopgirl because *of course I am* hhehee. sorry if you already answered that one :*) )

jas hiiiii!!!! tysm lovely how are you doing? its been so long ive missed u bestie <333. no one has asked me ab hotch yet im so excited u did

Sexuality Headcanon: mostly bi hotch but kind of a gay hotch truther

Gender Headcanon: cis

A ship I have with said character: shipping is hard bc whenever i start to (hotchgan or gotch) i watch an ep where hes parenting them 💀

A BROTP I have with said character: s1 hotch + elle was so fun

A NOTP I have with said character: probably hotchniss. i love them as friends and am not against anyone who ships them i completely get it!!! i just cant stop seeing emily as a lesbian. and i see hotch and emily as twins <3

A random headcanon: plsss i have so many. one of my recent ones is that the last case hotch prosecuted was an organized crime case (or something similar) where his superiors wanted him to flip a capo-level guy by offering a deal. hotch had always viewed witsec for criminals as part of the job, but that case he sensed something was off. no one listened and he was forced to make the deal. later, instead of cooperating, the criminal was able to get close enough to the case to ID one of the other witnesses and has them killed. the case falls apart and thats when hotch realizes he would rather be the one catching the bad guys than plotting to put them away. BUT he never tells haley the full extent of what happened so whenever she tries to suggest he go back to prosecuting cases (thinking he can still make a difference and have more stability for their family) it causes a big fight. in the end, its that case that dooms hotch to the role of safeguarding everyone around him by suffering alone

General Opinion over said character: hotch is the glue of the show bc hes the perfect straight man. he has moments that remind everyone how completely broken he is too and i LOVE THAT hvdshfkk. his character lets all the others exist without seeming too unrealistic. derek and emily both did amazing jobs as unit chief but they didnt get to be themselves during it. hotch may not be someone's favorite but theres a good chance their favorite character only gets to be that way bc of hotch or someone else taking on the hotch role

SEND ME A CHARACTER AND I’LL DO THIS

#h answers #thank u so so much for the ask jas 💞💖💗💞💞 it was sm fun!!!#plss the way i wrote this much ab him... an emily response would be a dissertation realistically

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hakuna-my-ass · 10 months

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Call me a bitch one more time

Maybe ill believe you

Call me a whore again

Maybe ill conceive you

Call me a slut to my face

Maybe ill believe you

Cause the way

I wade through the dirt

Is a pain

You cant see through

Call me your mom, call me your baby, call me your daughter

Call me whatever you want

I thank god im not your father

I would beat you, mistreat you, just like mine did

I wouldnt eat you, id leave you

To rot in your sins

Not here to please you, just deal you with the cards of your kin

Calling me your queen wont work cause bitch im a goddess

On the scene when i twerk

Cant help it im flawless

Tell me again how youre gonna cum all over my face

Show me again the way i feel pain

Tell me again about my ass and my titties

Like my uterus wasnt enough to give a buck fifty

Ya'll niggas iffy, filthy... long john? miss me!

Your bullshit squishy

According to the stars and the cards im a bull, hard headed

According to my pops, he's a dog, im hot headed

If i listened to any of you bitches id be mal tempered

I guess this is why rap was invented

Telling me i got legs for days when i got bills to pay dont distract me with your petty bullshit

I got brains for decades dont trash me ill behead you

Asking me for head? Youd rather be dead

Spitting on your grave, does that count?

Illy for years, been down south

Been in cuffs but i was rough before they tried to put me down

Like i cant fight, dont have might, i wear my horns like a fucking crown

Cause just like a bull i see red

But as a taurian i get paid diamonds, no respect

So tell me again how horny you are and how i make you

Show me again how you cum

And i may believe you

Born in May so its easy to distinguish sun from rain

All ya'll bitches run when you see me in pain

Cause my limit is about where my choker is

You helped me reach it so lets not forget i know how to choke a bitch

Like i said call me a bitch one more time

Call me dumb, ill show you whats mine

Cause none y'all have the stripes im covered in

Chinese eyes, my chinese sign starts roarin in this bitch

Y'all came straight outta hell

I came from something even lower

Learned and broke yall spells STOP FUCKING CALLING ME BROKEN

THIS BITCH IS BAD NO MAGICIAN COULD CLONE HER

They tried and failed not even the universe could own her

Put her in a ditch, shell make a pie and make you eat

Youll attempt to take everything

Fucking fakes nothing more than leeches

Got poems so old, damn i should start preachin

Cant say ive never been to church

The bible aint a secret

Y'all preaching to the choir

So i brought a choir just to sing this

Bring me down to the ground

I might believe you

Silencing me

Wicho irritating sounds

Yous a nuisance

Thinking yous all that?

But aint got time to prove it

GOD MADE ME BLIND BUT I SEE RIGHT THROUGH IT

The grass is greener where i smoke it

The waist got leaner

Now they tryna poach it

Taking credit for my successes, my strength, my will and why im the bestest

But i didnt see NONE of yall when I was in duress, hella stressed, just tryna make it out w me n mine

Yet over time i realised its just me and im mine

To make things CLEAR

Im not here to fall into your sextraps

Sextrolling while im rolling

Youre fucked cause i got strapped

Youve never seen a gem like me?

Thats common knowledge.

Oeh im so different?

Caught me yawning

Turned up the degrees to see where youre boiling

Dashed so fast couldnt even keep it a hunnid

Annoying. Disgusting.

As a vegetarian i dont eat meat

Why dfq do u think id wanna see yours when i open my feed

Yall aint got nothin better to do than to focus

On fucking

I got better shit and poo so i focus on commas

The only zeros im interested in are the ones on my bankaccount

I like danger and dangerous numbers that make me moan and shout

Not yo itty bitty dick wrapped up in clout

Next time you see me dont ask me how im doing cause good girls do it bad and bad girls do it badder and im the worst

Your sins cant make it better

ON GOD

Scratch that

Royal Deity

The unholiest chick with the most purity

Chique, fine and thick

But you wouldnt know bout nunna that

Intelligent, since we keepin it straight facts

Sharp shooter, never miss my aim

Even if i fail, still winnin this game

S/o to all the gamers, the players, the fakers

Addressin y'all as my main haters

Slapping my insecurities in my face

Like i might do somethin w it

Undress, heaving chest, make a mess in the kitchen

Callin me gay just cause yall aint got a pot to piss in

Mad pissed, yall blocked, try to mess with this bitch

On all fours like a horse come too close ill stomp ya face in

Insulting me vagée, she's not an animal, yall the pussies

Saying put it on my face

Like you got the right or earned it

Yall demands undeserving

High on supply i dont follow commands

Baby your stressed let me help you with that

Bitch please take a seat id rather do a handstand

Know your place before its too late and yo ass gets jabbed

Call me baby one more time i might believe it

Call me sweet once mlre and ill know youre deceivin

Call me your love, your honey, babycakes, babygirl

Havent been a baby since i entered this world

Tell me that you love me one more time and ill bust out my edges, limited edition blade collection

Jessica rabbit blasian

Blazing stages

Saying you wanna fuck

So i did

Sorry not sorry i fucked you up instead

Mustve been a slice of miscommunication

Over time i developed a bullshit translator

Not sick in the head, just sick of y'all

Planning me demise and downfall

Ik ben een lijdende leider, een overlevende strijder

Thats why i give myself errything i be wantin

Preparin myself for these scheming ass bitches that be hauntin

Mightve gotten startled in the past

But im badder and better so issa wrap

#song #rap #poem #poetry #lyrics

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blurryface-never-left · 1 year

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Lane Boy has the lyrics "They say, Stay in your lane boy, lane boy, but we go where we want to". It can be interpreted as being forced to stick with one style or art form of their work, regardless if they want to mix it up and experiment with something else. A different medium, a different sound. Its a good message. Staying in your own lane, repeating something the same way until you lose your joy in it so you don't lose your success. Its a common occurrence with artists.

A controversial take:

A lot of the clique literally proved Tyler's fear of being stuck doing the same shit in order to keep their career and fame a valid fear by releasing SAI and it getting a lot of hate for not sounding like how TOP usually sounds like. They stepped outside the norm for their music, made a more upbeat, colorful album after having two smash hits that were dark and depressing, and even though SAI still continued the dark messages, they chose to add things that went against their own grain. They were immediately called sell outs, that they fell off, that they'll never top Trench, and even some fans straight up wished Tyler and Josh would go back to being miserable because they only made good music when they were depressed.

I don't think disliking SAI is wrong or bad. Everyone has their tastes and its okay to have work from an artist your a fan of not click with you. But some fans took it way to personally at the beginning of the era, bashing the band themselves, and personally attacking Ty n Josh like they committed a war crime.

Thankfully this hate has dissipated a bunch, either a lot of them either grew to love SAI or have since left the fandom, or just learned to stay quiet, but I thought this was an interesting observation.

Lane Boy tells us we need to stay to the path, to the lane. Stay with what you know, what people know you for, and don't you dare step off that path to something else. There will always be someone on the sidelines waiting to push you back in, threatening to take your success away if you so dare do something that doesn't appease them. But Tyler risked it, he learned a new instrument, he explored new sounds, and made something that he liked. And honestly, Id rather have work that my favorite artists enjoyed making than having work that was miserably made just so the artists fans can have what only they want. My happiness shouldn't come at the expense of someone elses.

#top #sai #tyler joseph #trench #josh dun #twenty one pilots #tøp #I got way too poetic on that last paragraph lmao #also to reiterate: nothing wrong w not liking sai- my focus was on the ppl who took to bashing the band and fans who liked sai #simply because they disliked the album #idk what all was said but I saw some really horrible shit being said during this era #im not talking abt the ppl calling it generic pop im talking abt ppl wishing ty stayed depressed #like some fans literally said Ty hasn't been the same since he started a family and now hes unrelatable and unlikable #like straight up going against all the messages Ty has been pushing to help ppl get better #hes finally reached a point of happiness and then got shat on by the same ppl who claimed to be his fans #im hoping this doesn't happen again in the future

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notsodailycake · 2 years

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Controversial take here:

I’ve given it some thought, and I’ve decided I can’t like Luis. It seems they’ve talked a few times over email, but that’s as far as it went. Luis should’ve recognized she wasn’t interested and stopped asking her out. My main gripe with him, however, isn’t over what he did, but what he DIDN’T do. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Vanessa hacked into the Pizzaplex. If it was literally anyone else on the planet, he would’ve reported them right away. But he let his feelings get in the way, and chose not to intervene.

When someone you like, or even love, is in a situation like this, you don’t bury your head in the sand. You intervene. I know he tried to talk to her, but that should’ve been the last straw. He should’ve acknowledged it was now a major work related issue after she never responded, and done his job. Not to mention everything else he let her get away with, or just didn’t notice. I feel confident anyone else wouldn’t have been given that much leeway with the red flag searches, or been brushed off like that. I mean, she LITERALLY typed “help” and he just moved on. That, to me at least, is very nearly unforgivable.

Because here’s the thing: if Vanessa was stopped then and there, that would’ve been that. I’m pretty sure they could run the hack back once it was uncovered and actually fix it. And, at the very least, Vanessa wouldn’t have killed any kids. Furthermore, with the glitch identified, I’m sure they could stop any other beta testers influenced by Afton. They might’ve been able to purge the virus from Vanessa after studying it. And it’s not like Burntrap was the real problem anyway. GLITCHtrap is the real threat. We can clearly see that Vanny’s been down in the basement, even sleeping there, so it’s entirely possible he wouldn’t even exist if not for her.

That’s not to say that all of the suffering is his fault, though. Hell, he’s a bit of victim, to. After their first in person conversation, in which he talks about her being interested in IT stuff, Vanessa created that fake ID to hack into the system. Vanessa, or rather Afton, used Luis for information.

I guess this is my own simping for Vanessa, expressing my anger at the one person who was in a position to see her descent into a very dark pit, and yet, for whatever reason, failed to stop her fall.

Maybe I could like Luis if the three star ending was the true one, with Vanessa getting freed and gaining a family in the process. But as far as the story, she’s still trapped in a living hell, with very little chance of escape. And the flames will only get hotter for her.

In my mind, the lesson contained in those emails and what follows is this: when you choose to ignore that someone you care about is in trouble, you will only make it far worse for THEM.

Wow there buddy, that's alot of words for a luis enjoyer like me- /j

Seriously tho, heh, sorry it took so long to reply to this. I was actually excited to get it, and wanted to form a proper reply/argument to this, so i had to get my facts straight. Bc i honestly dont like to just blindly defend a character (and this bit will be explained further into my argument)

So this one is gonna be a long one folks ;)

I'll start off and say that, i agree with your statement really.

To an extent. I still have my own points to argue obviously, i wouldn't be writing a whole analysis if not XD

Now this isn't something to make you change your mind on Luis, but my own views and opinions on it

I will share some stuff that i personally think before i go to your argument about Luis, just so you can maybe see my perspective of it all. And it inevitably will involve Vanessa and Gregory (and quite possibly Freddy)

I'll state that, i like flawed characters. I like characters with flaw. They are fun to write, and it makes them feel more human.

I don't belive in the good or bad, i belive that some characters are in a darker spectrum and others are on a lighter spectrum, but never black and white

Only characters who are insane would be so dark, and even then, I'd see some lighter shade to it

And purely white characters are annoying as hell, perfect doesn't make it good

And now this is probably a take of mine that you will probably not like, but it isn't an attack on you either I'm not mad at you for it lol, but, i dislike the purification of Vanessa that I've realised you've been doing throughout this. I like the fact that Vanessa is flawed, my view on her is that she isn't some perfect victim that needs constant protection (and this inevitably will probably be my own projection of myself onto her, since i was a victim of verbal abuse and some sort of manipulation as a kid), but she also needs help obviously

I don't think she deserved what she went through at all, if that's what you think, but that doesn't make it right to give her everything when she wasn't the only victim. I dislike the fact that everything seems to have to cater to her needs, when others where affected as well. She needs help, and so does the rest. Like Gregory

As much as i love and enjoy the sibling dynamic for them, i dont want to undermine what Gregory went through with her. Sure it wasn't her fualt, but Gregory is just a kid, and he almost died by her hands, he has his rights to be scared of her and avoid her, and that's why i don't like the idea of him imitatedly falling in on opening up to her or helping her, it takes time. Healing takes time, and it's something you'll see me explore more throughout the next parts (this probably is also me projecting, since i myself could never feel hurt or let myself heal bc the person who hurt me was also going through shit, probably worse then me, and I was the one helping them, even if they were the adult and i was a child, 9, i was 9. And it sucks bc it still affects me. So i am a little sensitive about this topic). And with that Vanessa also has every right to not want to be with Gregory bc of her inevitable trauma about killing kids

Both were hurt, and now they have to learn how to put the pieces back together. And I'll add as well about Freddy, even if the issue is small. Gregory hurt his friends, and upgraded him with his Friend's body parts. That, to a sentient robot, is horrible. But i know he can understand the kid's pov. But he's still hurt by it

And it's something they will have to work it out together

So general idea. I like the flaws of the characters, and i dont plan on defending them, but i also dont blame them or am happy they suffered. I want them to heal, i want to show how much actually healing takes time and effort for both parties

I like to look into every perspective. From the victim, from the outsider and from the abuser.

And now this lead to my reply to the Luis part

I will say, as i re read the emails from luis, yeah maybe so, he should have stopped, and my only reason to defend in this are possibly not even canon. But to me, I'd say she did show interest on him, if going by the therapy CDs, when she mentioned Luis you could practically see her twirling her hair by the tone of her voice

Or maybe it's just me-- but she sounded genuinely interested

But yeah, i do agree that maybe he pushed it more then he needed to, but it wasn't anything bad, he was subtle about it and just really trying a shot but to shy to actually make a move. Plus as furter down her descent, he actually stops asking, and is genuinely concerned for her well being and wanting to help but not knowing what to do since he's never seen something like this. Plus it seemed like he didn't wanna push her to talk when she didn't want to

It was still quite unnecessary for him to further insist. But hey, you can be kinda dense when you like someone >_>

Now him reporting her. Through a discussion i had with a mutual about Luis, it seems like they were already somewhat aquatinted with each other. I'd presume they considered each other close mutuals, but not friends.

And in my experience, that would make it so you kinda just, justify said persons actions, as you are not close enough to know everything, but close enough to kinda build an explanation as to why they are acting weird

Cuz as per Luis, if he did he would probably not see her anymore bc she will be moved out, and she has been working hard for her position, and sure maybe bc he liked her. But even if he didn't, it be the same light if they were friends, which seems to be a close case for them as well. As humans, or just genuinel living creatures, we can be quite selfish and be it friends or a crush, you wouldn't want to have them leave your side (and from what I've gathered they are in the same department, being able to pass by each other's work stations)

Was it still wrong of him? Oh yes definitely, but like i said, there is more sides then one to a story. It doesn't make him a bad person, but just a human being with a bias and the benefit of the doubt

And yeah, idealisticly, if you love someone dearly, you wouldn't bury your head in the sand. But unfortunately, that isn't always the case. I deeply care for my sister, love her more then ANYTHING (and dont you dare say anything otherwise💢💢), but I'll be lying if i say i sometimes i wouldn't do that if i didn't know better

In which in this case he didn't. He mentioned to be an isolated kid, he doesn't know social cues as well (which is something I've experienced with my sister, and hell even myself), so with that, he wouldn't fully acknowledge it. It is human of him to be like that. Not right sure, but since when was it human to always be right?

And i will add that, we dont fully know how their relationship was, we just know they talked with each other. And by how Vanessa is about Luis in the CDs, they seem closer to each other then with the other workers

Also, i kinda feel bad for the typing "help" part, as i, a complete dense human being, wouldn't have imitatedly picked up on it either. Bc i am dumb, and even as when i first read the email, i didn't pick up on that part until you pointed it out💀💀

And for that i deeply apologise, but also yeah- gives me the reason to say it wasn't so unrealistic for him to be this dense

And i agree, i can see this seems to come from your bias of Vanessa. And it's completely understandable- you're in your rights to dislike Luis. As much as any victim is to dislike what happened to them and the people around them who inevitably caused the problem

It's probably also something i might explore on my story ;)

And the lesson is correct, it's a matter of actually acknowledging the issue your loved one has and do something about it. But unfortunately that is not something everyone does, even of they and I'm sure afterwards the guilt lingers.

But in a general summary. Your feelings towards him are valid, and i can understand your point of view on this. But that's exactly what i like about his character

I dont defend his actions, i simply give an explanation to them and a view to this different side

#ok this was a long rant😅#but i did mentioned it be a long one lol #but yeah this is my general view of the whole story even outside Luis #or well as much as i can share without major spoilers to my comic💀💀#also I'm sorry if this possibility sounds in anyway condensending or mean #or belittling you #that is NOT my intention at all😣😣#i just kinda wanted to use this as an excuse to delve deeper into my perspective of things and my experience throughout #the whole Vanessa debate #and hell i STILL didn't share everything i wanted to share #bc again spoilers #which is the bain of my existence #ask box #cakes ask #cake talks #fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #security breach #fnaf luis #fnaf luis cabrera #luis cabrera #fnaf vaness #fnaf vanny #fnaf gregory #fnaf freddy #fnaf glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy #analysis #fnaf analysis

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snoffyy · 2 years

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Promised myself to write my essay today and ended up writing another snippet of surgeon Zhao. Why am I like this. They don’t even do anything here. Ah well. It is what it is.

There was a surgeon who visited the coffeeshop on the regular now. The hospital was only a few blocks away, and Yue had slowly gotten used to this particular surgeon briskly walking in six AM on the dot looking like he was about to march into battle. Sometimes he’d come in during the lunch hours, stating that the coffee at the hospital was terrible, and he’d rather take up more of his precious breaktime to get decent coffee than drink the ‘swill that required one to visit the toxicology department straight after consumption.’

Yue decided to take it as a high form of compliment.

So yes. There was a cardiothoracic surgeon who started coming by frequently after a successful first visit and who had a borderline unhealthy addiction to black coffee and who would sometimes come in smelling like antiseptic and who would idly fiddle with his lanyard while he was waiting and…

Strange, how Yue knew so many idiosyncrasies of the man yet only managed to hold snatches of conversation with him before either one of them had to return to work.

It was obvious he worked long hours, and not necessarily regular ones either.

Sometimes there were days that he’d stumble into the coffeeshop looking like he’d been through hell and back before slurring out some sort of order that Yue interpreted as ‘inject me with pure caffeine please.’

She always gave him a little extra something on those days.

But right now, there were fewer patrons than usual, and Yue had opted to wonder if it would be appropriate for her to sneak one of the slices out of the cabinet to snack on later. The bell chose that moment to chime, and in walked a familiar face, no doubt wanting a late afternoon fix.

“How are you?” she smiled, refraining herself from calling him by his name. She’d never used it, finding that her tongue would twist and lay dead in her mouth when she tried to say it. It wasn’t like he hid his name; it was boldly advertised on the ever-present ID card hanging around his neck. But he’d never formally introduced himself, so it felt like a barely tangible social boundary she was trying to keep from crossing.

“Not bad, not bad,” he smiled slightly. “And yourself?”

“Doing well,” she said cheerily, already reaching for a large disposable cup.

“Ah, I might have it here today, if you don’t mind.”

She paused, but then with a small flutter in her gut, she nodded and left the disposable cups alone. “Would you like your usual? Vantablack coffee?”

He laughed. Warm and rich, the type that never failed to make her smile involuntarily at the sound of it.

“I may leave the selection up to you, actually,” the surgeon reached up, and ah, there it was, his usual habit of flicking his ID card. “Nothing too sweet or out there, if you please.”

Yue hummed contemplatively, and after taking in the grey skies outside, settled on a hot tea. Maybe a dash of milk. Or just lemon and a hint of honey? She’d always appreciated creative freedom, although it was admittedly hard to pin down someone’s taste based on their track record of black coffee.

“Good day at work?” she asked conversationally, deciding to go for the honey and lemon route. She ought to get him to pay and sit down, but it wasn’t often she had the time to talk to him like this.

“Lungs today,” he said, no longer fiddling with his lanyard in favour of pulling out his wallet. “Rather invasive surgeries, but everything went well.”

“That’s good,” Yue flashed a quick smile. “And how’s the intern?”

“Finding out why all the students call me a hardass behind my back,” the surgeon smiled back wryly.

“I’m sure you’re not that bad.”

“Oh, trust me,” he chuckled. “You do want me to be that bad. I have high expectations for a reason. Demanding, sure, but a surgeon’s only as good as they want to be.” He paused, and then with a small smirk, lowered his voice conspiratorially, “Sucks for them, anyway. Relatively small hospital means that I’m one of the few surgeons available to have students shadowing for the day. It’s either me or no one.”

Yue stifled a laugh. A spool of honey went into the tea, as well as a few lemon slices.

“Well, I’m sure they truly don’t mind you being a little strict with them, Dr. uh…”

The surgeon tilted his head at her, and with a faintly amused air, he said, “Just ‘Zhao’ is fine. I think we’re on good enough terms that it warrants calling me by my first name.”

“I didn’t want to overstep,” Yue shrugged, cursing the pink she could feel crawling up her cheeks. “I hear some doctors are rather… er, insistent on being called by their title.”

“Well, they spent that long getting through medical school and years of residency, so flaunting the title gives them a bit of a rush,” he – Zhao – flicked a dismissive hand in the air.

Yue held up the cup of tea, fidgeting slightly on the spot. “Well, I’m Yue. If you want to call me that.”

Zhao peered at her curiously, and a small, boyish grin tugged at the corner of his lips. The butterflies in her stomach exploded in another surge.

“Yue, then. It’s nice to formally meet you.”

Well.

She was screwed.

#am i going to be writing parts of this au after every hospital placement #certainly seems like this is the trend #zhayu #fried fish #i have 2000 words left to go for my essay and yet i decide to do this smh #anyway. SMOL FISHIE FOR FRIED FISH FRENS #y'all probably be sick of me leaving breadcrumbs everywhere sorryyyy

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peachrabbit-twst · 2 years

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EP 6-66-11 (Tower 2)

S.T.Y.X. Tartarus- Aylum

PTM- 3187

Rattle rattle!

LEONA: Looks like we’ve found ourselves an extra lively Phantom.

JAMIL: Indeed. It may burst out as soon as we open the door. JAMIL: Perhaps we should distance ourselves from the cage before using any magic. Leona, you should step back as well- JAMIL: Le- Leona!?

LEONA: Quit dawdling, here it comes!

Battle

Victory!

LEONA: … No key, huh. What a waste of time.

JAMIL: What were you thinking?

LEONA: Hmmm? Is there perhaps something bothering you?

JAMIL: The one to open the cage should have been me, if you’d read the room instead of blasting the cage from behind me.

LEONA: Oh, were you looking forward to opening the cage that much? So sorry for stealing your fun. LEONA: And here I thought you were getting cold feet, backing up like that.

JAMIL: Absolutely not! I was moving back in case the Phantom were to attack straight away-

LEONA: I got it, I got it. Now drop it so we can move on to the next cage.

PTM- 2510

JAMIL: I’ll open this cage next. JAMIL: (Or so I say, but it’s dangerous to keep using magic so carelessly.) JAMIL: (I’d rather not run out of energy before we get to our goal. Best to hold back any way I can.) JAMIL: Le- Leona!? Please don’t blast open the cage out of nowhere!

LEONA: You sit there and watch. I’ll have this cleaned up in a heartbeat.

JAMIL: Huh? Leona!? Hold up! JAMIL: Who do you think I chose to be the one to open the cage for!? Dammit, why does he keep doing everything out of nowhere-!

Battle

Victory!

LEONA: … No key here.

JAMIL: Unfortunately. JAMIL: About earlier…

LEONA: Earlier? … Oh, that. LEONA: Why’d you join in after I told you to sit back and watch?

JAMIL: As if I could listen to that when we have no idea what could happen here! JAMIL: How many times must I ask you to not go off and do things by yourself? JAMIL: Hahhh… This is wearing me out. Please, please don’t do that again.

PTM- 5044

LEONA: Next up’s this one.

JAMIL: All right. I’m ready to open it. Hah! JAMIL: … Nothing’s coming out. Is this cage empty? JAMIL: I’ll take a closer look, and you can-

LEONA: Stay back, you idiot!

???: Gugyaaaahhhh!

JAMIL: Ngh-!!

LEONA: Damn, you’re such a handful.

JAMIL: Leona…!

LEONA: Save the thanks for later!

Battle

Victory!

LEONA: This one’s got nothing.

JAMIL: … Thank you for helping me. JAMIL: I’ll be sure to return the favor as soon as possible.

LEONA: Too bad I’m not expecting much. C’mon, let’s head for the next one.

JAMIL: Ghh… JAMIL: … All this trouble doesn’t change the fact that working together with Leona has worked well for me. JAMIL: For now I need to be patient.

PTM- 8812

LEONA: Think it’s this cage?

RESEARCHER: Whatever it takes- I don’t care- please- save meeee!!

LEONA: This guy’s freaking out so bad he’s not hearing a word we say.

JAMIL: He’s actually making it harder to help him. This just goes to show how important it is to retain one’s calm at all times. JAMIL: … Whether or not there’s a key in there, the Phantom in that cage has definitely woken up.

LEONA: Time to take it out and see if it’s got a key.

Battle

Victory!

Clink!

JAMIL: There’s the key! This was the right cage after all. Now to free the S.T.Y.X. employee.

RESEARCHER: Hurry… ugh… I can’t- breathe…!

JAMIL: Please calm down and stop flailing about! I’m trying to help you!

LEONA: Hold on a sec. LEONA: You. Stand up.

RESEARCHER: Huh? Stand?

EVERYONE: ……

JAMIL: For the love of- JAMIL: The coolant barely reaches your chest!

RESEARCHER: I guess I was freaking out so much I never noticed…

LEONA: Is everyone here at S.T.Y.X. a complete idiot?

RESEARCHER: Urk… now I’m being mocked by students… RESEARCHER: I got too scared to think straight, sorry.

LEONA: If you’ve got time to get depressed you’ve got time to hand over any password or ID card we can use to keep going down. LEONA: You’ve work here, you’ve got one, right

RESEARCHER: Yeah. I’ll be in your way if I come with, but I want to say- RESEARCHER: Please, save this Isle of Woe- no, save the world!

JAMIL: I can’t make any promises, but we’ll do everything we can.

#jamil viper #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland translation #twisted wonderland #peach queued

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nuttyblizzardinternet · 28 days

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I've completely grown out of the stage where giving up everything for someone and losing everything for someone has completely wiped my interest. Like why should I give up everything I've known only for someone to take it all away from me. Like it's gotten to the point where someone's control over me has no effect what so ever and if I were to be truly happy I would have to let them go. Like I'm sorry if things didn't turn out the way you wanted them to be, but it's also your fault and why should I help you when you won't even help me. I remember the last time you came here you wouldn't even take me with you and it just left a bad taste in my mouth. It goes back to the saying if they wanted to they would've. If he truly wanted me he would've tried harder. He would've cared, but I know deep down that he doesn't. He didn't even tell me that he was leaving to go back to his home state until the last fucking minute. It's like why do I even put up with this shit anymore. If something goes wrong because of something that doesn't have to do with me he always puts the blame on me anyways. For the last fucking year I have put up with this man's bs for far too long I'm just ready to let him go. Nothing is going to fucking change and he'll always pull his shit no matter what. He just straight up fucking abandoned me wouldn't even take me with him when he knew my ID was coming in the mail. Like who tf does that. I'd would honestly rather choke and die than to suffer what I had with this man again. He's a fucking rat. I'm ready to pull the cord and cut the fucking string on this relationship. So sick of dealing with fucking narcs all the god damn time. Sick and tired of these stupid insecure babies who think that they're men.

#rant #moid moment #moids

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pesterloglog · 3 months

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Dave Strider, Karkat Vantas, Jake English

Meat, page 34

DAVE: yo

DAVE: sure you still want to do this

KARKAT: YEAH. IT’S NOT TOO LATE TO CALL IT OFF.

KARKAT: BY WHICH I MEAN THIS ENTIRE FUCKING COMEDY OF ERRORS THAT DAVE PREPOSTEROUSLY INSISTS ON CALLING A “CAMPAIGN.”

KARKAT: OR HOW ABOUT THE ELECTION ITSELF? WE CAN PUT THE KIBOSH ON THAT TOO IF YOU WANT.

KARKAT: IF YOU’RE FEELING UNCOMFORTABLE JAKE, JUST SAY THE WORD. WE’LL STICK A PRONGSHOVEL IN THE WHOLE DEAL AND GO HOME.

KARKAT: OR. YOU KNOW. JUST YOUR SPEECH.

JAKE: Dont be daffy chaps. If i were the sort of man to balk at a bit of hot potato in the evening i wouldnt be where i am today!

JAKE: I... I... er hallo folks dandy weather were having here isnt it.

JAKE: Er... thank you... everyone for coming out on this benjo of a day to um...

JAKE: Do whatever it is that weve all congregated to do!

KARKAT: (WHAT IS HE DOING? I SAW HIM REREAD THE SPEECH.)

DAVE: (yeah)

DAVE: (idk he does this public speaking shit every day maybe this is just how he warms a crowd up)

DAVE: (lets give him a... hm)

KARKAT: (DAVE?)

KARKAT: (ARE YOU OK.)

DAVE: (oh im fine)

DAVE: (for a moment something felt... off?)

KARKAT: (AGAIN???)

KARKAT: (WHAT, IS THE ASSASSIN GOING TO TAKE HIM OUT AFTER ALL???)

DAVE: (no its not that)

JAKE: Its wonderful to see such a jammy cornucopia of supporters!

JAKE: By golly the lot of you sure are enthusiastic about that karkat chap.

JAKE: Which means that we potentially have a few things in common since ive come here to...

JAKE: To... to...

JAKE: Ive come to...

JAKE: Rather that is to say,

JAKE: In delicate times such as these,

JAKE: Even though usually its a toffer of a bad idea to talk politics in public,

JAKE: Today we have all most certainly gathered here,

JAKE: T-to have what is definitely a political conversation.

JAKE: Y-yes that d-does seem to... be the lay of the land.

JAKE: Th-that ive come here to... tell you all about my political opinions...

JAKE: Which I will get to um shortly and with er minimal... verbal bricabrac...

JAKE: B-because I—

JAKE: I...

JAKE: Ive... made a terrible mistake.

JAKE: What in the devil was i thinking coming here?

JAKE: Why did I...?

JAKE: I came here to...

JAKE: I love dirk!

JAKE: IM IN *LOVE* WITH DIRK!!!

DAVE: (oh jesus fucking christ)

JAKE: Boy howdy...

JAKE: Umm.

JAKE: Sorry about the hiccup there folks.

KARKAT: (HICCUP???)

DAVE: (smfh)

JAKE: Ive been dealing with some personal issues as of late and was momentarily distracted.

JAKE: But nevermind that. I know what youve all come here today to hear.

JAKE: There has been quite a ruckus in the press these last few weeks concerning the subject of the election and more importantly where i stand on the candidates.

JAKE: So today id like to set the record straight,

JAKE: On that matter,

JAKE: As well as all other matters.

JAKE: You see

JAKE: *takes a deep breath*

DAVE: (oh no)

DAVE: (is he about to do what i think he is)

KARKAT: (WHAT??)

KARKAT: (WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING???)

JAKE: I—

#homestuck #homestuck epilogues #dave strider #karkat vantas #jake english #meat epilogue #page 34

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