#if this sounds like im vaguing someone or something i will cry

[wrens-writings]

Pretty Boy

: ̗̀➛ Jason Grace x clearsighted mortal!gn!reader

: ̗̀➛ In which you witness something horrible and wake up wishing it was just a dream, only to be met with the prettiest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on

: ̗̀➛ oh my gods??? hi??? yall absolutely ATE UP my percy fic??? i was actually SO nervous abt posting my writing, but the positive feedback made me so happy :,) also yes, this is set during HoH. do i care? no! piper is a gay icon and im sorry but i clocked in IMMEDIATELY that she wasn’t straight. my gaydar is just THAT good. also, i’m not entirely the biggest fan of this piece, but i believe in posting what i make. i use it as progress markers :)

: ̗̀➛ WARNINGS: probably out of character, near allusions to a panic attack (mr stapler eater thwarts it quickly 😌), jason being FINE.

‘oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!’ you think to yourself as you stare, unable to tear your eyes away from the Neptune statue that you frequently found yourself at this summer.

you watch as two weird furry things giggle and laugh at two boys. you don’t understand any of what’s happening right now, but you do know that whatever those weird ass creatures are, they stole the boys belongings.

you’ve never been the type to just let people get harassed, even if you don’t know them, or if their harassers are… four foot tall furry things… “hey! those don’t belong to you!” you growl at the creatures, stepping out of the shadows of the alleyway and approaching the broken fountain.

you let out a startled squeak as the shorter boy lights his hands on fire out of shock and defence when you approach. the sound that left your body as well as the EVERYTHING happening around you somehow distracted you from the telltale feeling of lightning preparing to strike on you.

in a flash, golden cords extend from Neptunes fingers, wrapping mostly around the blond boy. one of them misses the brunet, only to latch itself onto you.

just as you’re caught up in the tight golden cords, your body pressed tightly against the blond boy’s, a bolt of lightning strikes Neptunes trident, and suddenly the world went black.

vaguely, you can hear someone telling you to wake up, almost as if they were in a panic. thinking it was your mother trying to tell you that you’re going to be late for school, despite it being july, you curl yourself tighter into the nearest surface.

‘wait a damn minute…’ you think to yourself briefly. ‘this… this isn’t my pillow or my blanket…’

your eyes fly open, and are met with the clearest blue you’ve ever seen. theyre so blue that you weren’t sure if you were looking at the sky for a split second. and then it all comes rushing back.

“oh my god!” you cry, your voice shaking with confusion. it was real? why did it have to be real? why couldn’t this whole thing have just been a dream??

the pretty blond boy was clearly panicking a bit himself. “hey! hey! calm down, it’s okay!” he says over your panicky breathing. “my name is Jason. everything is oka— breathe, dude oh my gods calm down?!”

well that snapped you out of it.

“excuse me?!” you snap, your eyes narrowing with distaste. “don’t you tell me to calm down when i’m hanging upside down with some himbo lookin’ ass who’s acting like this is a regular ole thursday!”

the boy, Jason, bites his lip to stifle a laugh. if he wasn’t so damn attractive, you would’ve been incredibly offended. “sorry.” he giggles.

as you study his face, your own softens slightly. Jason didn’t portray it with his heart on his sleeve, but looking deeper into those mesmerizing clear blue eyes, you could see the horrors. something tells you that he doesn’t get to let loose very often.

“y/n.” you say, much softer than before. “my name is y/n.”

Jason smiles, and the small scar on his lip twitches. briefly, you wonder what the story behind it is. “it’s nice to meet you, y/n. i’m Jason. i wish it could’ve been under better circumstances.” he offers kindly.

you scoff and roll your eyes with a hint of fondness. “yea yea. you know how to get us out of this, Pretty Boy?” you ask with a small, slightly nervous smile.

Jason chokes, clearly not expecting the compliment. “er- yea. uh, just… don’t freak out when i pull out my sword.” he says sheepishly.

your eyes widen. sword?! before you even realize it, there’s a satisfying shrng! of metal in the air. Jason’s golden blade cuts through the cords that hold the two of you up and you tumble to the ground.

you wince and cradle your head. “ow…” you murmur, a frown on your lips.

despite you CLEARLY being in pain, Jason laughs at you softly. he offers you his hand to help you up, and with a shy smile, you take it. “these streets probably aren’t that safe right now… let me walk you back to… er… wherever you came from?” he offers kindly.

you can’t help but chuckle now yourself. “oh, sure, let’s walk to america.” you say with a snort as you begin to walk down the pretty streets of italy with an equally pretty boy. “won’t your friend need help, though?”

Jason shrugs your worry off. “nah, Leo’s fine. he’s as resourceful as they come.” he tells you with a smirk.

you nod and continue walking. “so i assume that there’s a reason i could see those weird things?” you ask softly, almost afraid of the answer.

Jason nods stiffly. he opens his mouth to answer you, but you don’t hear it. you’re too busy staring at him. at those clear, electric blue eyes that are shielded by a pair of glasses and hide so much pain. his soft looking pink lips and the scar along them. his windswept blond hair, as though he’d been flying through the sky without any protection. the way he talks and walks, as if he’s been trained his whole life to be a diplomat.

jesus christ, this boy is pretty as they come.

when you finally tear your eyes away from him, you frown. you’re somehow at the home your family has rented for the summer. already?

“thank you, for walking me back.” you say to him shyly as you look back into his gorgeous eyes.

Jason’s cheeks light pink, just barely, but enough that you can see. “of course. it’s no problem.” he responds as he rubs the back of his head nervously. “take care of yourself, okay, y/n?”

you nod and say your farewells, watching him as he turns and runs back the way you walked, intent on finding his friend. you wonder if you’ll ever see him again, if the fates will ever allow you to cross paths with such a beautiful person ever again.

your eyes fall as you watch him leave, but snap back up quickly. damn! he has a nice ass, too…

#ೃ⁀➷ wrens writings #ೃ⁀➷ wrens ramblings #ೃ⁀➷ wrens tidbits #jason grace x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #house of hades #pjo

[livlaughloveluke]

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭- 𝐞.𝐥

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ever since that night on the rooftop, you’ve known

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a little cursing, brief mention of past toxic relationship, ethan being an absolute sweetheart

𝐚/𝐧- clearing out my drafts rn so im kinda posting a lot! this ones kinda short and sweet, but i think its cute 💗 also, you might want to listen to margaret by lana del rey, it will help this make sense 😭

margaret (feat. bleachers) by lana del rey

02:45 ━━━━●───── 05:40 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻

ethan’s heart sunk at the sight of someone on the roof, where he normally he spent his sleepless nights, thinking alone. he cautiously approached the mysterious figure, only to find out that it was a women who looked to be around his age, dressed in a lengthy white dress, with gorgeous shimmery pearls hanging loosely around your neck. 

there was something enchanting about this moonlight. you looked incredible, despite your glossy eyes and runny mascara, which had given away the fact that you had been crying. 

“you okay?” ethan muttered, unsure of what to do or say to the dazzling young girl. you jump, startled by the presence of another person. you wipe away what was left of your mascara, trying to clean up a little.

“yeah..? yeah.” you said, the first word sounding like you were trying to convince yourself, while the second ‘yeah’ sounding more persuasive and firm.

 “wanna talk about it?” the brown eyed boy suggested, unsure where he got his confidence from. something about the stranger on the rooftop made him want to learn more. 

“well, my boyfriend just broke up with me on our 6 month anniversary. he said he was taking me out to celebrate, but ended up dumping me while we were eating, elle woods style.” you shared. 

“he sounds like a real asshole. maybe it was for the best.” ethan stated. 

“i think you’re right. he was kind of an asshole.” the girl giggled in response. 

ethan grinned, taking in her beauty as they stared at each other. 

“well, i shared my story, now what about you? why are you here tonight? your girlfriend dump you?” you jokes, although you remained curious to what he reply was.

“uhm- no, no girlfriend. i like to come out here when i cant sleep. it helps me think.” he answers, taking a deep breath of the crisp, chilly air. he approached the ledge, and sat down, legs hanging off the building. it was scary the first few times, but recently he came to enjoy it. there was something so freeing about the risks of being this high up.

you mirror his actions and sit next to him. you look at the breathtaking view, before realizing there was a much better view right beside you.

you face him to ask a question. 

“how do you know?” 

ethan tilted his head in confusion, your question was to vague for him to answer. you continue talking, giving more context.

“what if he was the love of my life? how do i know?” this time, ethan can answer your question easily.

“that’s your answer, the answer is no. if you have to ask, then he wasn’t your true love. when you know, you’ll know.” 

you just hummed in response. 

“we never properly introduced ourselves. I don’t even know your name.” you inform him.

“we don’t even know each others names, and yet i still feel closer to you than anyone else in my life.” he added, letting out a dry chuckle, trying to hide how pathetic that was.

“i feel the same. you probably know more about my feelings than any of my friends, and we’ve known each other for what, five minutes?” you added. he was relieved that you shared the same emotions as him. 

you stuck out your hand. “my name is y/n.”

ethan got the memo and reached to shake your hand. the contact made butterflies fill his stomach. “my name is ethan.” he replied.

“ethan? i would have never guessed that was your name. don’t get me wrong, i think its lovely, but you look more like a conner to me.” 

ethan laughed at your comment, and swiftly formed a response. “conner? really? i think i look more like an axel.” 

“i could see that i guess, but all i can think about when i hear the name axel is this kid who bullied me in second grade.” you giggle.

“you were bullied by a kid named axel?” he teases. 

“yes!! and every day he would tell the teacher on me for something I didn’t even do!! and worse, the teacher believed him!” you were now full blown laughing, along with ethan who was starting to really enjoy talking to you.

you and him continued chatting a little longer, asking basic questions, but you wanted more. you wanted to know the real ethan.

“im tired of all these simple questions. lets go more in depth. for starters, if you only had one day left to live, would you tell anyone? why or why not?” you ask him. 

“woah. to be honest, i don’t think i would tell anyone until the end of the day, you know? why ruin your last day alive by being constantly pitied, if you could spend it happily with the people you love most?” he announced, and you nodded your head in agreement.

“now i ask you something. if were getting murdered, and got to choose the way you were killed, what would you pick?”

“wow, that took a turn. i would probably choose to get poisoned. its not painful really, and its pretty quick. just don’t poison me with bleach. i hate the smell of it.” you declared. 

this caused you both to start laughing again, to the point where your stomach hurt. after your giggle fest, your exhaustion got the best of you, and you yawned, sleepily. your actions did not go unnoticed by ethan, and he decided to call it a night. he helped walk you home, making sure to keep you safe. 

you talked the whole way home, mainly about your music taste. he was into the alternative indie kinda music, and you bonded over a few artists. then, you reached your dorm. you exchanged numbers, none of you wanting this relationship to end.

for the next week, you texted each other constantly, giving song recommendations, and just learning about one another in general. you figured out you both went to blackmore university, and took a few of the same classes. you were surprised you hadn’t seen him before, but then again, two weeks ago you weren’t looking. 

you were supposed to meet him on the rooftop again tonight. this time however, you wouldn’t be caught sulking in a dress. you changed into a more comfortable, yet gorgeous look.

eleven pm rolled around, and you headed up to the roof. ethan was already waiting for you, a bouquet of tulips in his hands. he handed them to you, and you couldn’t hold your smile back. 

“how’d you know these were my favorite?!” you  questioned him. 

“you’re mentioned it a couple times. i researched the meaning, and it turns out they symbolize growth and new beginnings, which i thought was perfect, because of your recent relationship ending and uh i-“ 

you cut him off with a hug, holding the flowers off to the side, not wanting to crush them. you pull apart so you could face him when talking. 

“they’re beautiful, eth. I can’t believe you put so much effort into them.” you informed him.

your ex boyfriend was a total dickhead, who never really cared. you weren’t sure if he even got you flowers once in your relationship. it was new having someone that cared, and the feeling of being truly loved was definitely not unwelcome. 

you both sat on the edge and started babbling like last time. 

“you know who i’d think you’d like? faye webster. she’s really good, and while she’s well known, she’s definitely underrated.” you blurt out. 

“I’ll listen to her tonight. whats your spotify?” he asks. you share your account and both follow eachother. he starts scrolling through your playlists and reviewing them. 

“taylor swift? really, y/n? i thought you were better than this.” he sarcastically says. you act offended, before retorting back. 

“taylor swift is so good! she’s popular for a reason. maybe you just haven’t heard the right album. i feel like you would like evermore or folklore.” he shakes his head, disapprovingly. he claimed he would never listen to one of her songs. (he spent 2 hours that night listening to the albums you suggested)

eventually, it got late and he started walking you home. out of the blue, he asked you an important question. 

“would you maybe want to go out with me one night? officially?” he managed to stutter out. 

“i’d love to, eth.” you respond. 

you had never really been completely sure of something, but that night you knew one thing. you were in love with ethan landry.

#jack champion #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #ethan landry angst #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x actress! reader #liv’s writing !

[yourfavpasifikacreator]

Hii! I was wondering could you do a Clarisse x fem reader and she’s the daughter of Thanatos but no one at camp knew. So then basically at the end of Percy Jackson Percy figures out how that Luke was the lighting thief but instead let the reader be lighting thief and how Annabeth was following Percy but instead let it be Clarisse and how she was trying to find where reader was and she overheard Percy and reader talking then she ends up finding that reader is the lighting thief and how she betrayed the whole camp. Also that all that my brain could come up with in this moment so you could pick the ending or just leave where it at;)

a/n: THANK YOUUU I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH A IM SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG

Nobody notices you that's why nobody knew about your father you knew nobody really cared when you made friends with Percy you knew that it would be risky to talk to him at the campfire and where you two went Clarisse sneakingly followed you two into the forest she overhears you talking.

"Just thinking about what the oracle, that I'll fail to save what matters most in the end," he said slightly suspicious

"You worried about your mom I get it, but the prophecies those things are so vague," you said sounding sympathetic giving a fake kind smile

he got more suspicious as to why you would blame Clarisse but never report her to Chiron "And everything the oracle said was true" he said looking back then looking at you

"I think it's gotten to your head, you know that Clarisse is the lighting thief," you said with pain in your voice you didn't want to betray anyone but this was the only way to seem worthy to your father

"you will be betrayed by one that you call a friend, that's what the oracle said, you didn't tell Chiron about Clarisse because there was proof but that's cause Clarisse never did steal anything," Percy said you knew he wasn't lying of course you knew that he was right.

"Percy, I'm your friend what are you trying to say?.." you said acting upset putting on a fake genuine voice

"cut the act, y/n," he said with a bitter face

Clarisse liked you for so long until she heard what you said about her heart broke into what felt like a million pieces she clutched her shirt not wanting to cry but she kept quiet still watching you two.

"fine, yeah you caught me but I did it for us, for all of us i never did this to hurt anyone or you or even betray you I swear." he pulled out his weapon and aimed it right at you and you quickly took your took out your sword and stood in a fighting stance.

"wait, I wanted to show you this the sword we could all run for as long as we want away from our parents this is all our way out we don't have to try to show off to our parents just to get our attention" this wasn't how your plan was supposed to go but truly in your heart you know your father never cared about you if he did he would care to talk to you or send you a sign that he was here.

"this is not you y/n.." clarisse could only think you vented to her all the time counting the memories and asking herself where they even real then something snapped her out of thought as she heard your voice heartlessly spoke.

"I didn't want to have to do this Percy, you couldn't have just broken, the cycle of sin..?" You said as your sword was about to hit the poor boy then clarisse took the sword from Percy quickly hit the sword out of your hand you were in shock "clarisse..?" You spoke softly.

"don't you say anything I heard everything I needed to hear!, how does it feel to use someone who actually cared about you? Or should I say Thanatoses daughter?" She said tears were coming from her "I'm so sorry, clarisse.." you ran into the Portal picking up the sword it was rude and selfish you knew it when you got into the portal you sat on the floor and cried in pain knowing you lost the one that loved you for a stupid presentation to a father that never cared about your existence.

So short so sorry!!

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x reader #clarrise la rue #clarisse la rue angst

[bunny-underground]

How I'd rate BTD characters as customers

(Coming from a bartender with social anxiety)

Strade 9/10

He would be the best type of customer and I hate it- He can hold a conversation without talking at you, He's not going to be high-maintenance or complain. Plus he's ordering a lager off tap which is the easiest thing to pour and carry. Would definitely just be an easy person to deal with (Unless he takes an interest in me then I'm fucked.)

Young Ren 8/10

The same vein as Strade but with added awkwardness, he's pretty easy to talk to but there are a few awkward silences. He probably wants a spirit with a mixer but just says something generic like "Rum and coke" Which leads to me having to ask him what rum and it stresses both of us out. "Just whatever." I don't drink rum, Please don't make me make that call. If he wears some kind of anime or game merch it would help get a conversation going though...

Lawrence 5/10

This man is on the same awkward levels as me and he needs to not- Wants to be left alone which is great but he then proceeds to stare at me over the bar which makes me think he wants something but when he doesn't ask it causes me to pull my usual (Hiding under the bar and clinking bottles together so it sounds like I'm doing something). That or I'm hiding in the cellar for a bit. I will give him points because I can't see him being a hardcore Karen.

Celia 2/10

I'm sorry girlie but you would 100% complain and critique my service to my face. Snaps her fingers to get my atention when im walking past. Would also get angry that I don't know my wines or whisky off by heart and then can't recommend anything ;-; She is also definitely making passive-aggressive comments about me in general if she doesn't feel the service was good enough. She would make me cry during a shift. Girl please I'm trying.

Derek 1/10

Is the type of person to tell you why he's not tipping. Shouts at wait staff and whistles at them as well. Keeps returning the first drink claiming it's wrong or not what he ordered He did in fact order that first drink he's just being difficult. Would act like you were a friend if he was trying to show off to someone which I would awkwardly have to go along with it because "Customer is always right" Would also make me cry during a shift.

Mason 10/10

MY LOVE- He just wants to be left alone and honestly, I respect that. No small talk no awkward staring. He probably doesn't even use words. If I come over to see if he wants a refill he'll either nod or wave me off and I appreciate that and the lack of actual conversation. King behaviour.

Old man Ren 3/10

Celia take two I'm sorry. Only thing is he doesn't openly complain he just has a look that's enough to make me wish the ground would open up and swallow me. Would also make me cry during a shift. But he's also the type to look unimpressed and annoyed at the service but tip anyway and give me whiplash. Doesn't snap his fingers at me, he has some vague respect for service staff but would still terrify me regardless

#boyfriend to death #boyfriend to death 2 #tpof #btd 2 #ren hana #the price of flesh #tpof ren #tpof fox #btd strade #tpof derek #tpof mason #tpof memes #btd headcanons #tpof celia

[wambsgansshoelaces]

oooo maybe headcanons about dating the succession girlies? like shiv, tabby, willa maybe even sandi if you like her (nobody else seems to). Or just anything involving any female characters I feel like there’s so little for lesbians out there lol 💜 I love your writing and I think it’s so sweet how happy you are to receive requests and always thanking your anons

I love women so I’m very happy I got this request

and I do love getting requests- it means people enjoy my writing and that makes me feel good about myself. #traumadump but I don’t really have any friends so I get really happy when people interact positively with me. and without anons like you, I can’t have these happy moments. so all the kisses and hugs for you 🫂

thank you so much for requesting <33 please feel free to leave all the lesbian brainrot in my ask box- im a self anointed unlabeled princess and both want to chew on jeremy allen white’s biceps and be cradled (and honestly just looked at) by sarah snook (and various other concerning things with various other people)

please enjoy and let me know what you think x

how you meet (wlw)

Shiv

ᝰ you’re in the bathroom at a restaurant trying to get something out of your eye

ᝰ it’s actually aggravating

ᝰ you’re beginning to cry

ᝰ “hey, are you okay?”

ᝰ you forget about whatever the fuck is in your eye when you look at her

ᝰ she’s gorgeous

ᝰ ethereally so

ᝰ you know you’re going to dream of her tonight

ᝰ so much so that all you say is “eyeball”, your voice cracking

ᝰ “oh, god, yeah. let me see?”

ᝰ you turn so that your body is facing hers

ᝰ she cups your cheek with one hand, using the other to pull down your lower eyelid

ᝰ “i think it’s an eyelash,” she murmurs

ᝰ you spend a bit rolling your eye around trying to push it

ᝰ eventually you do, along with a fat ass tear

ᝰ she wipes it away with her thumb

ᝰ “thank you…”

ᝰ she gives you a smile in response

ᝰ and then she’s gone

ᝰ you’re kicking yourself honestly

ᝰ you should’ve gotten her number

ᝰ you get yourself together in front of the mirror

ᝰ but before you push the door open, it opens on it’s own

ᝰ *she opens it

ᝰ “um, i just wanted to ask, could i get your number?”

ᝰ “please, it’s yours.”

Tabitha

ᝰ you’re out shopping at an outlet mall

ᝰ it’s january, it’s still freezing cold, you don’t have enough sweaters

ᝰ you browse the racks, truly bored out of your mind

ᝰ you like shopping, yeah, but only with someone else

ᝰ and you didn’t have anyone else

ᝰ it’s been lonely

ᝰ you’re stuck between two sweaters, the same price, right under your budget

ᝰ you kind of just hold them in front of you and stare at them

ᝰ “the pink would be so cute on you,” she says

ᝰ when you turn, it’s like heaven and earth collide

ᝰ her hair, her eyes, just her face

ᝰ your heart’s twisting around like you’d stuck it in a washing machine

ᝰ “you think so?”

ᝰ “compliments your undertones.” she takes the sleeve of the pink sweater, her eyes skitting over it appreciatively

ᝰ you hold the other one out at her

ᝰ “this one brings out your eyes.”

ᝰ she looks you up and down, smile playing at her lips

ᝰ you’re pretty sure you fall for her then

ᝰ she takes the sweater from you, grinning now

ᝰ “i’m tabitha. there’s this pretty dress i want to see you try on.”

ᝰ you spend the next three hours shopping together

ᝰ you just can’t bring yourself to leave her

ᝰ you stick to each other like glue

ᝰ you share a pretzel in the food court

ᝰ before she leaves, she asks for a pen from one of the vendors

ᝰ she jots her number across your palm

ᝰ the entire time she’s walking away, she’s looking back at you

ᝰ she’s mouthing ‘call me’

Willa

ᝰ your headphones are on, ambient sounds playing

ᝰ you’re sitting in a secluded nook of your local barnes and noble, reading a new book

ᝰ you’re in your own world

ᝰ you can only vaguely hear what’s going on around you

ᝰ you can kind of hear someone talking

ᝰ so you take a headphone ear off, looking up

ᝰ good god

ᝰ she’s just so pretty

ᝰ so delicately beautiful

ᝰ the way she looks at you?

ᝰ “um, excuse me, do you know where the romance is?”

ᝰ “oh, yeah, of course. want me to take you?”

ᝰ you gather your stuff and lead her away

ᝰ “what’re you reading?” she asks curiously.

ᝰ you show her, and you’re both giddily chattering now

ᝰ “what have you read from here?” you ask after a bit, gesturing at the romance shelves

ᝰ “i haven’t read a good romance in ages. i can’t even remember.”

ᝰ “jane austen?”

ᝰ “jane austen!”

ᝰ you’re both giggling

ᝰ “do you have goodreads?”

ᝰ “yes, can i please add you?”

ᝰ you exchange goodreads

ᝰ then numbers

ᝰ she gently grips your forearm, grinning wildly

ᝰ “oh my god, this is so exciting!”

ᝰ you laugh, agreeing

ᝰ “i’m willa, by the way.”

ᝰ “i’m really happy i’ve met you, willa.”

#wlw #succession headcanons #willa ferreyra #willa ferreyra x reader #willa ferreyra headcanons #tabitha hayes #tabitha hayes x reader #tabitha hayes headcanons #shiv roy #shiv roy x reader #shiv roy headcanons #succession #succession hbo #wambsgansshoelaces #succession x reader #anon ask #requests open #ask box open #willa ferreyra x fem!reader #tabitha hayes x fem!reader #shiv roy x fem!reader

[threadsun]

JDA Asks: "LMFAO IM SO SORRY ITS JUST—

-JDA here-

The ear fingering sounds so funny to me 😭😭

Anyway what about some mask kink?"

It's really interesting to me how many people have ear-related kinks!! Like, I've been paid to do and write so many ear things!! It's a really fun area to explore imo cause it really plays with the idea of sensations and erogenous zones. But also the phrase "ear fingering" is objectively hilarious lmao

Also I wasn't sure what specific aspect of mask kink you wanted, but I can't get the idea of Doe in a gasmask out of my head now so... 👀

Content: mask kink, gas mask, fearplay, breathplay, biting, scratching, hair pulling, rough sex, dom masochist Doe, fucking nasty behind the gas station, very brief mention of snuff

There's always been something about masks.

Something about the anonymity, maybe? Or how restrictive they are?

Doe can't quite place a finger on it. But the dull, dark, hazy plastic eyes of a gas mask always makes his pulse jump. The shiny rubber. The air intake tube. The way his own breath brings a stifling humid heat to the mask.

Even fitting the mask on himself is a sensual experience. The way he has to hold the tube aside. The curl of his fingers around the rubber hood. The slow encasement of his head, the dimming of his vision, the muffling of his ears. And once it's on...

He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and relying on his more primal senses. His skin tingles, teeth set on edge as he feels you coming out of the gas station. Your shift is over. You're finally, finally his again.

His vision is fuzzy and dim, but his hand finds its way around your arm with ease. He pulls you around the back of the gas station. He almost wishes he could hear right now. He can feel the way your breath hitches and you cry out as he presses you against the wall between two dumpsters. He can only imagine how beautiful the sound is.

One hand slips around your neck, his fingers pressing in to feel your pulse. Your fear thrills him. The way your heart pounds, the sharp staccato of your breath, the smell of your sweat coming through the tube of his mask. All of it paint the most wonderful picture of true horror. Of someone wholly unprepared for what they agreed to.

He wishes he could see the etch of terror on your face as you take in his beautiful, terrible mask. As you gaze into soulless plastic eyes and follow the trail of the disgusting black proboscis. This mosquito’s head on the body of your beloved Doe. The lifeless face compared to the lively twitching touches of his hands and body.

But all he can do is feel. And your clothes are interfering with that sense almost as much as the mask interferes with the others. He has no time for delicacy. His nails tear into your clothes, shredding them to ribbons until they fall uselessly onto the asphalt. He needs to touch you. To feel you. He needs your whole being exposed to his wandering hands.

There’s something about the sensation of you trembling under his hands, cowering back against the cold brick wall… Something about the heat and the moisture inside the mask. About the vague shadow of your body moving through the plastic lenses. About the way his own panting and moaning goes no further than a distant echo at the end of the tube.

His hands are ravenous. Making up for the way his teeth can’t sink into you and his lips can’t mark you and his nose can’t bury into your neck to smell you. They’re all he has, grabbing and squeezing, nails digging harshly into soft flesh. And every shudder, every vibration of a whimper in your chest, every prickling goosebump his fingers feel sends another thrill of delight through him.

He's not sure what makes him more light headed. The fact that you’d trusted him enough to let him enact this fantasy without giving you all the details. The way your body shivers in delightful fear as you try to remind yourself that it’s your Doe under the mask. The way his breath fills the gas mask with a warm fog…

Or maybe it’s the way your trembling hands reach down to his jeans. The way you cup his cock, gasping as he grinds his hard bulge into your palm. The way you unbutton his pants, reach through his fly, expose him to the cool air. The way your hand strokes him, with all the shaky uncertainty of one nearly paralysed with fear.

He just about has the wherewithal to remember the small bottle of lube in his pocket. The one condition you had for this otherwise unknown scene. He presses it into your hand with a sound somewhere between a huff and a growl. A sound you have to strain to hear, muffled behind the rubber mask. You just about pick up his strained command to prepare yourself for him.

He doesn’t even have the joy of watching you finger yourself open for him. Of hearing your breathy moans of his name as you lean back against the bricks and close your eyes. But he can sense it. Sense the arousal coming off you in waves, as that twisting fear in your gut turns into something hotter. As the trembling of fear turns into the trembling of excitement. As your eyes begin to take in the mask with a look of desire and lust, rather than horror and disgust.

He doesn’t need to see you or hear you. He can feel you. Can feel the way your body moves against his as you stretch yourself. Can feel the way your breath catches in your throat as you prepare to take his cock. Can feel the way your arms hook around his neck to pull him close when you’re finished, settling a kiss right where the metal ring meets the plastic breathing tube.

He wastes no time. His arms are under your thighs, hoisting you up against the wall so you can wrap your legs around his waist. His cock settles against you, pausing for a moment as you diligently coat it in cool lube. It’s such a delightful sensation. A dizzying contrast from the stifling heat of the mask.

You can just about hear his muffled groan as his cock presses into you. Inch by inch he sinks inside, stretching your hole perfectly. He feels a glimmer of… pride, perhaps. At how well you prepared yourself. Loose enough to take him with ease, yet tight enough to shudder in his arms as he fills you. Absolute perfection.

There’s a moment’s pause when he bottoms out. He just wants to appreciate the moment. The feeling of you around his cock. The deep breaths making your chest rise and fall against his. The hard wall behind you and the cold night air behind him. And, of course, the pressure of the mask. The muffling of every sensation but touch. The sparking of every point of contact between you and him.

But savouring the moment isn’t enough. His nails dig into your thighs as he bounces you on his cock. The bricks scrape against your back. He needs you. And he makes it known with every pull of your hips towards him, and every thrust of his cock into you. There’s no lack of passion—nor a lack of roughness—in the way he handles you.

And you match that passion, of course. Your nails dig into his back, teeth sinking into his shoulder to muffle your moans. You know your lovely masochist enjoys the encouragement. The way that your heels dig hard into his lower back. The way you tug at the few locks of hair poking out from the neck of the mask. The way you pull him closer and closer until you’re almost crushing him against your chest.

It's the panting that catches your attention first. It sounds so distant as he fucks you, echoing through the tube that hangs from where his mouth should be. Without thinking, your hands catch around the tube, pulling it up to look at. He’s not quite fucked you past the point of coherence. Yet.

Between mindmelting thrusts, you gain just about enough focus to notice the cap hanging off the end of the tube. It takes another few bounces on Doe’s cock before you put together what it does. It’s impulsive, really. You don’t think past the fact that you know Doe doesn’t really need to breathe. And you know he enjoys pretending he does. Especially when you’re restricting his ability to.

Doe hardly notices you slip the cap on the tube. He’s too busy admiring the way the shadow of your form moves through the plastic eyes of the mask. The rubber is clinging to his sweat-soaked skin. The whole mask is too hot, too damp, too uncomfortable. He loves it. And he loves it all the more when the small amount of ventilation coming from the tube is blocked.

His hands brace on the wall behind you, fucking you hard and fast against it as your legs tighten desperately around his waist. He doesn’t leave room for a single thought. For either of you. You’re too busy hanging on, trying to sink your teeth into any bare piece of skin to encourage him. He’s too busy chasing his orgasm and enjoying the slow depletion of oxygen in the mask.

He doesn’t need to breathe oxygen, sure. But when he’s fucking you like this, he can let himself think he’s human. Let himself think that the lack of oxygen makes him lightheaded and dizzy. That it heightens his pleasure and burns his lungs. That you control whether or not he’s allowed to breathe.

It makes him fuck you harder, desperate for both of you to cum before he runs out of air. Though, a small part of him thinks it would be the most romantic way to die. Balls deep inside you, so close he can almost imagine you’ll slip inside his skin and become one. And if anyone were to kill him, he would want it to be you.

But more than that, he wants to make you cum. To feel you shake in his arms, to feel your hole clench around him, to feel your cum dripping onto him. That’s his single-minded goal. The bricks scrape at his hands as much as they scrape at your back, the pain only encouraging his wild, rough thrusts. He needs to make you cum.

It’s a strange experience, reaching your peak as you look into the plastic eyes of the mask. Behind the dim, dark lenses you can just about make out Doe’s wide eyed, wild stare. You cling to him, unable to look away as you cum, his name on your lips. As he fucks you through your orgasm, your teeth sink once more into his shoulder, trying to help him towards his own orgasm.

Fuck does it work. Your teeth digging deep into his skin, the dizzying lack of air, the choking wet heat of the gas mask… and most of all, your body falling apart in his arms as you cum for him. There’s nothing he can do but cum deep inside of you, pressing you so hard into the wall you feel crushed.

He collapses when he’s spent, moving to lean against the wall so he can slide down to sit with you in his lap. You can tell by the way his fingers slowly knead your skin that he’s used up all his energy. With a fond smile, you set about removing the gas mask. The rubber feels odd in your hands, but it’s nice to finally see his face again. His eyes are closed. His lips are parted. He looks like he could collapse on the spot.

“Want to spend the night at my place?” You speak softly as you press gentle kisses to his damp face.

Doe nods, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you tight against him. “I’d love love love that!” His voice is sleepier than normal, slightly muffled as he buries his face in your chest.

You pout at him, running your fingers through his hair. “You’ll have to lend me your hoodie. Someone got a bit overexcited and tore my clothes.”

“How rude of them.” You can feel Doe’s wide grin against your skin, one hand releasing you just enough to squirm out of his hoodie and wrap it around you instead.

As you zip it up, you kiss the top of his head gently. “We’ll have to get up. The bus should be here soon…”

Doe whines, but reluctantly lets you drag him back to a standing position. Even as he hunches over to cuddle into your side, you’re thankful for his height. At least it means the hoodie is long enough to protect your modesty. You push the gas mask into the impossibly deep pocket, hearing the bus pull up to the stop. Getting on board, you settle into a seat, pulling Doe down to sit beside you.

As you take stock of the aching of your muscles and the scratches on your back, you can’t help but think you might grow fond of Doe’s mask.

#john doe game #john doe x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine #jda #crosspost

[undergoing-mitosis]

OKAY EVERYONE WHO TOLD ME TO JUST WAIT FOR THE START OF SEASON 2 YOU ARE SO FUCKING RIGHT OH MY GOD

THE DARK ERA ARC OF BSD GOES SO FUCKING HARD I AM GOING FERAL I FINALLY SEE WHY EVERYONE LOVES THIS SHOW SO MUCH

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

THIS IS THE ANGST I LIVE FOR

ARRRRRRRGHHFFVBCKXGKCKBKHDHDK I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT

you guys have managed to make me think about something other than death note for once are you proud guys are you proud

my thoughts so far below the cut 👇

so i have just finished episode 3 and AAAAAAAA

i have heard vague spoilers so i know of Oda's unfortunate fate but I AM NOT READY

WTF THEY FUCKIN BLEW UP THE KIDS IM SORRY???? LIKE I KNEW HE WAS GONNA BE DRIVEN TO BREAK HIS PACT BUT NOT LIKE THIS!!!! also the sound design of that entire section was *chef's kiss* like i was nearly crying i was not okay

and the metaphor of oda giving up on writing his book ughhhhh i love how they addressed the idea of becoming a murderer being irreversible and changing your entire life, in a world so filled with bloodshed that can easily fall through the cracks. my heart was absolutely breaking when he gave up on that dream. THEY FUCKIN DROVE MY BOY TO THIS POINT I CAN'T I WILL KILL THEM I WILL MURDER EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM FOR HURTING HIM okay im fine i promise

dazai's speech about how everything good gets wrenched away from him was fuckin heartbreaking. especially given that i know that things obv don't work out between him and chuuya. god someone needs to give my boy a hug he is too tragic

OH ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE SO TRAUMATISED AND SO COMPLEX AND SO 3D AND I LITERALLY WANT TO SQUEEZE ALL OF THEM AND HUG THEM AND

oh yeah also i have not given up on my vision of mello in the bsd universe currently i am thinking of having all three of the successors as a power trio who decide to take on the world (i.e. yeah the port mafia) together cause they can. but im kinda stuck on what their abilities should be. anyways that was a sidetrack

BUT YES I LITERALLY CANNOT WAIT TO WATCH EPISODE 4 but alas sleep beckons. i will probably be back here screaming once i watch it haha

ARFJFVBGVCXHY HERE COMES THE BSD BRAINROT YIPPEE 🏃🏃🏃

if you got this far, thank you for reading my absolute brain splurge! have a cookie 🍪

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #dark era bsd #oda sakunosuke #odasaku sakunosuke #dazai osamu #dark era dazai #plus a few dn mentions cause i couldn't help myself

[stevens-fanclub]

CRYING I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT SOMETHING IN MY HEADCANONS ASK GAH /LH Hear me out. Purring phones. Not in the usual cat-purr way, of course, but more like a soft hum/vibration from their inner mechanisms, making it come out as more of a "vrr" sound than a "prr" if that makes sense. And and.. cord tail. Ik I'm not the only one with this headcanon but I wanna add it anyways because it's so silly. They gotta charge back up SOMEHOW.. probably. Most phone guys would probably hide them in their pants, though, partially due to annoying kids tugging on them and such. I'd also assume that they need some way to eat/drink, since their bodies are still primarily human. Despite being partially machine, they'd probably still need at least the BASIC necessities a normal human would so that they don't just keel over and die or whatever. I personally always just imagined them having either a little slot that can open up for them to stick a straw in, OR that their dials are hinged and can sorta open up for them to eat (considering they still have skulls in there and all, it's not hard to image that they have SOME sort of mouth left.. in a way), and that they stay shut via a little clip of sorts. Kinda like opening a door or hatch in a way?? I personally imagine them having like.. barcode tattoos (likely including their model and date of creation) either on their backs or the back of their necks. Plus the Afton Robotics AR either indented into their phone heads or stuck onto them like a sticker or paint. They'd likely also have maintenance panels in the backs of their heads that can be unscrewed whenever they need some wiring fixed up. Steven would also likely feel some touch aversion - especially with those he doesn't trust nor have at least some vague semblance of a bond with - which is mostly due to his traumatic past but doesn't really know WHY he's so iffy with touch. Despite being a Gen 1 phone guy, who're mostly if not entirely AI (based on what I remember and the Wiki, I may have to check again), he'd probably still have certain instincts ingrained into his brain (or, well.. his CPU, I guess). He'd probably be pretty touch starved, though, and if you get him to trust you enough, he would probably love a good hug or for someone to gently hold the sides of his head (since he lacks cheeks to cup and all, ofc). Can't you tell how totally sane and normal I am about phone guys (especially Steven)? /j -🍆

im devouring all those headcanons

also yea they prob can eat, somehow, if they can smoke they can surly eat too. ig they have a whole somewhere in their phones and that's how they do it

also yea touch starved steven!!!

#dsaf #steven stevenson #dsaf steven #steven talks

[tempkiriri]

Tiger & Bunny Week (Day 1)

Technically I'm late but uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

April 2: Favorite Character, Episode, Movie, and/or Song

Most people seem to be doing them all, but I'll be skipping movie since there's only 2 of them.

Favourite Character:

MY CRINGEFAIL SON IVAN!!!! I relate to him immensely, even his dynamic with Edward I'd say I can somewhat relate to with someone in my life. It's uncanny. He tries his best to be outgoing but anxiety and self esteem issues sure are fucking bitches, so he can only really do it behind a mask. Even in S2 whilst his whole outlook may have taken a bit of a rollback, that's honestly realistic, not everyone can just keep marching and continuously improving themselves, there are setbacks and holes you can fall into at times. I wish we knew more about his personal life beyond his backstory of getting bullied as a child + what vague stuff we have of his hero academy days, a lot of heroes suffer from this, however. His passion for his hobbies is also just like me. He's cringe but he is free, just like many of us wish to be. Runner up is Keith I love the Autistic dog man

Favourite Episode:

I gotta go with Sky's The Limit. The title is a very OH GEE WHOS FOCUS EPISODE IS THIS kind but genuinely it doesn't prepare you for the content. There's a wholeass lore drop, an intense fight scene with a robot, and of course Keith being Keith. It also puts into focus just how much pressure heroes are put under when it comes to the rankings, and second place apparently not being enough for Poseidon Line is a very corporate reality. It's go big or go home. The ending is also like OH MY GOD IM CRYING???? Like, we know Cis isn't very capable of behaving like a human, but Keith doesn't realise she's not human at all, he treats her as any other person and falls harder than an anvil for her despite their short time in contact. It makes me think that Cis had a potential to be something, someone more than she was initially made for. And these two are a bit of a guilty pleasure ship that me and like 2 other people in the west side seem to ship and yes I will be taking those "Keith is still lowkey in love with her even in S2 era" crumbs thank you-

Favourite Song:

Oh shit this is where it gets tricky. I have so many, so I'll split it into categories:

OP: Earth Diver ED: Pilot Character Song: GHHHAAAAAA DONT MAKE ME CHOOOOOSE Other supplementary Song: Orion Wo Nazoru Hero Cover

I can't really put to words for Earth Diver, but I really like how it starts and kinda soothes you into the song before it really kicks. The lyrics are also very passionately sung.

I really like the calmer tone of Pilot and even though the explicitness of the shippyness isn't as heavy as Aida, the subtlety honestly fits them more. The credits themselves are also just beautiful; the visual aspect of them hits immensely hard in ep 14 especially since you saw what could happen to their suits in the fight the episode prior, and they're both no longer in their prime. Closing it out as they stare at the sunset makes me emotional and Proud Fiesta I love you but goddamn why did you return for Episode 25 that was a fucking mood killer I stg.

I love a lot of the character songs, with the ones from Best Of Hero very enjoyable romps, especially Mikirezakura and Thanks and Thanks Again, the energy these two songs have makes you wanna coreograph something. Some other highlights are POWER OF JUSTICE and Aaa Hero Suit. (Also Hidden Heroism actually kinda sucks it tries to be Mikirezakura 2 and thus loses out on an identity of its own which is very disappointing).

I love the harmony of the heroes cover of Orion, I can really picture them all in recording booths singing next to each other...who's the cheering guy, though? I've listened to this cover so many times and the line the cheering guy seemingly sings just sounds like Hirata's Kotetsu, I don't get it. I get wanting to balance the lyrics between groups and characters evenly but that was an awkward way to do it.

#tiger and bunny #tiger & bunny #tnbw

[neeko-system]

SIGNALIS SPOILERS AND WHATNOT~~

finished my second playthrough of signalis, was going for the artifact ending. then loaded my save and got the memory ending. such a good game aaaa

the memory ending made me cry, it was really heartwrenching when ariane said sorry i dont remember, i just crumpled. watching elster be so exhausted was a lot.

not really sure if i understand the artifact ending. i feel like either its really vague (on top of all the other vagueness) or if im missing something. it kind of feels like a burial of arianes memory? like elster dies and we see ariane thikning about her and elster dancing in the wrecked ship? i’m not sure. maybe someone could give me their interpretation of it?

i also found out that theres a difficulty setting and really wished i had set it to survival before my second playthrough. woulda been nice!!! I do have one more ending so i might play the game again but might also just watch it on youtube and play the game again some other time(gotta let it ruminate so i can go back in with different eyes), I wanna get all the achievements anyways.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

all in all i fucking love this game a lot. very rarely do i replay a game so soon after playing it for the first time. its really tragic i’ll never get to experience this game for the first time again, but, so it goes. its such a beautiful game i will be thinking about it for a longgggggggggggg time. ive been wanting to talk about it so badly for so long but none of my friends have played it yet kyaaa!!! >_<

its crazy to me that the game exists the way it does. the style, the mechanics, the story, the music, everything about it oozes so much passion and care and thought. very few games have made me want to stare at every part of it to figure out how they made it look the way it did (THE GAME IS SO STYLISTICALLY RICH LIKE HOIW DID THEY DO ALL THAT) and the game mechanics are so nice to my brain, everything is so tactile and clicky and inventory management and ammo management and horror stratgey and the flesh and rust and death and love and lesbians and robots and anime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

amazing game thank you rose engine, i hope they make more stuff because i really want to see it

edit:(thinking about the first time i played compared to the second. i was considerably less scared since i had a clue of waht was going on but the fear that i felt playing the first time was special to me. i really like games with stories about ‘time loops’ because the replay-ability is baked in in a cool way. especially with how the game throws information at you, viewing things again having experienced perspective shifts from information is really cool. seeing scenes again re-contextualized makes my brain go ^-^(hots quest ding sound) but going in completely blind and being afraid of everything (i especially remember being scared of the dream beach, i had literally no clue what to expect and it was nice) it all had a different flavor than the second time which is cool because i feel like i experience that kind of emotion change *with* elster. (girlie needs a FUCKING cuddle nap)

the way the game balances reality and the surreal i think is super neat. i love surrealist dream stuff a lot and i think that a video game is a super good medium for that kind of experiential stuff that really inspires me to wanna make video games. especially because then theres also this super nerdy sci fi stuff going on about robots and space regimes and magical tech(my favorite) and planetary systems and military systems and all that good shit. i similarly wanna get nerdy about stuff like military logistics while also telling a story about gay robots and girls that keep missing each other just barely in the space time continuum. i love that the game tells you a lot but also is vague and also says fuck you (affectionate) stop looking for answers and just feel it. it explains just the right amount to not feel esoteric while keeping enough vague to leave a lot up to interpretation/figure it out by playing it again/thinking about it. it plays with themes and reality and reoccuring symbolism and all that good shit that makes stories addicting to think about.) ((also one of the endings requiring beating the game once among other things that keep between playthroughs, yummyyy. games that know they are games/stories/worlds that are aware of themselves., thats good shit right there))

#willowposting #major ramblings #signalis #this game got my brain is a vice grip but far more sinister and far gayer #the brain rot set in deep and rooted very hard #can't believe one of the people that made the game is named yuri #its like they were born for this #i love games and stories that are so thematically dense they really get me thinkin #also god the soundtrack ive listened to it so many times #therse actually nothing i love more than the sound of metal pipes and industrial equipment #concrete and metal and pipes and bullets and blood and flesh #it really speaks to me #everything about it just touches my brain on such a fundamental level #the writing goes crazy #any game that makes me take out a notebook and start jotting down notes to solve puzzles is a instant fave for me #i love writing down codes and shit its so fun #also god have i mentioned the soundtrack #the dichotomy between the harsh metal and the serene piano melodies is actual crack to me #this game has been making me think about sci fi a lot #i wanna start drawing more because holy i need to make fanart of this game or i will explode #i gotta draw the girlies #its got a girl with white hair and red eyes like what am i supposed to do #playing the game isn't enough i need to become one with it in the flesh sea #ALSO FUCK #the game utilizing different perspectives swapping between third and first person #UTILIZING MEDIUMS FOR THEIR POTENTIAL AAAAA

[princeelovee]

Good boy!!

I know you do. Witch such a drooly puppycunt, I bet it’s all you can think about.

As much as you can think anyway.

I think I would start slow. You would hear a noise behind you, after thinking you had been alone. Playing with those princely puppy parts in front of your window as an invitation. Of course you would be scared, invited or not, someone having their way with you is always a vulnerable experience. That doesn’t matter to you though, does it puppy? Being scared just makes you more wet.

I would come around to your front and admire my lovely toy and guide your hands so that you’re presenting that hole for me

I would slide in, so so so easily. Up to the hilt. Up to your cervix. Making sure that your greedy puppycunt is as full as it could stand to be. Then, I would put my finger under your chin and guide you to look into my eyes. To lose yourself in them. To make your brain as fuzzy as your vision through your tears.

“Awwww, the little Prince is crying from happiness at how full he is!! Mommy loves it when you have such big reactions, baby boy.”

Then I start moving. Long, agonizingly slow strokes. Taking all but the very tip out of you, leaving you to clench at the emptiness for a second and then strongly forcing myself into you, bottoming out hard. Edging myself (and you, but that’s more just a side effect) and really reveling in how good you feel around me.

Fucking you just feels so good that I can’t hold back anymore and I stick my tongue out and start rutting into you with increasing speed, having let my body take over to take what it needs from you. Your body responds and you feel yourself start gushing around my mommycock and hearing the wet plaping of our bodies colliding which only drives you further into lust.

By the time I regain myself enough to ask if you’re ready for your reward, your eyes have already rolled back in your head and the gibberish noises you’re making between moans only vaguely sound like “thank you mommy” from all the stimulation and orgasms taken from you.

I decide that’s good enough of an answer to my unasked question, especially with how hard your body is clenching around me, physically begging me in a way that you aren’t mentally capable of at the moment.

With a last powerful thrust, I fuck into you, past your cervix, and paint your back walls with the reward you so richly deserve.

“Thanks puppy. You always feel so good for mommy.”

I take my leave, back into the shadows, leaving you to put your pieces back together into something vaguely recognizable as something other than a broken toy with a needy hole.

You’re too far gone into bliss that you can’t even process what I said, much less respond.

this is. this is. I am so unbelievably wet rn oh my god. thank you mommy im🥰🥰🥰🥰

#asks #HOLY FUCK #I AM. SO NORMAL

[banana789]

Warning spoilers for season 2

You are veronicas girlfriend and get shot by the black hood instead of fred  (I made a few changes to the storyline)

Veronicas pov

I gushed as I saw my girlfriend slowly begin to wake up ,rubbing her eyes and giving the cutest yawn .

'Welcome back to the land of the living Babe ' I said with a laugh knowing she hated mornings

She suddenly gasped realising I had woken up before her

'How long have you been awake ?' She asked as she smiled back at me

'Ummm about an hour ago' I said blushing ,she looked back at me with the cutest pout on her face

'Babe I wanted you to wake me up it's your birthday, you shouldn't have to wait around for me. 'she explained.

'I know but you looked so peaceful I didn't have the heart to ruin that' I replied.

'Well I'm going to make it up to you' she said with a huff giving me a quick peck on the lips before climbing out of bed and going into the bathroom to get dressed

'Y/nkins you really don't ha...'

'No no it's your birthday and I'm your girlfriend so I'm going to treat you' she said cutting me off .

'Okay if you insist 'I said with a chuckle giving in as I knew how stubborn she was

'Now I am going to go and get you breakfast from pops and give you breakfast in bed .'she said with a proud smile

'Okay cutie thank you drive safe' I said as I have her a kiss .She rolled her eyes at my protectiveness

'I will bye babe happy birthday' she replied as she left the room

I snuggled down on her side of the bed and played a game on my phone

Y/n's pov

After ordering breakfast at pops I looked around before Archie and Fred called me over to join them .

'Hey y/n isn't it Veronicas birthday today?' Fred asked me as I sat down

'Yh it is I'm just getting us breakfast' I replied .

'Hey guys do you think Veronica will like this I got it for her birthday 'I asked pulling out a red case and opening it up ,inside was a golden locket in the shape of a heart containing a picture of me and V .Engraved on the heart were the words 'my heart belongs to you'

'Y/n ,Veronica is gonna love that'Archie said smiling

'Thanks Arch' I replied feeling relieved . I had never really bought jewellery before and had to save up for months for this so am nervous to give it to her .Then pops called my order so I began to get up .

'See you later guys have good day 'I said.

However as I was walking towards the counter I heard the bell on the door ring violently and saw a man wearing a black hood step in .I stopped as I noticed him pull a gun out of his pocket and point it towards pops head

'Pops run' I shouted alerting everyone in the diner including the shooter .I gulped in fear as I looked into his eyes and saw no emotion whatsoever just a heartless stare .

A deafening bang echoed through the restaurant as I felt a sudden jolt of pain in my stomach. I looked to down to be greeted with a huge stain of red on my shirt .My vision started spinning as I began getting dizzy and weak on my feet . I could vaguely here the voice of Archie and Fred calling my name as I felt someone catch me from falling . I tried to steady myself as I looked and saw a flash of Archies ginger hair as he held me .I handed him the red case and with my last breath I whispered the message I had been wanting to say for months into his ear. I saw him nod with a weak smile as tears poured down his face as I began to lose consciousness.

Veronicas pov

It's been nearly an hour since y/n left and I was beginning to get concerned .As I paced the living room I heard my phone ringing from the bedroom ,i raced in the and saw Archie was calling me and picked up.

'Archie have you heard from y/n she left for pops over an hour ago im really worried' I explained I could hear Archies heavy breathing  on the line it sounds like he had been crying .This caused a sense of panic to flood over me .

'Veronica my dad's on the way to pick you up but right now I need to tell you something .I want you to take a deep breath and sit down'

'Ok?'I replied ,slowly sitting down dreading what he was about to say.

'There was a shooting at pops .Y/n ... she ... she tried to protect pop and ... I'm sorry veronica but she got hurt and it's not good .I'm at the emergency room with her now and I think you should get down here '

By now tears had flooded my eyes and I couldn't see clearly. I was breathing heavily as I began to let out sobs over the girl I had fallen in love with.

By now I hadn't even noticed that Fred had used y/n's key to let himself in and was holding me in his arms as sobs wracked through my body .

'I love her 'I said in between my crys

About an hour later I was sitting in the emergency room holding Betty and Archies hands as we waited for the nurse to give us an update .

I was a nervous wreck as memories of me and y/n flooded through my mind

Me asking her on a date because she was too nervous

Us cuddled up on the sofa watching disney movies

Us having food fights every time we try to bake

'Veronica' I heard Archie calling my name pulling me out of my thoughts.

'Before she passed out y/n gave me this .Its your birthday present 'He explains handing me a red case .I released Bettys hand from my grip and with shakily opened it up and saw the most beautiful heart shaped locket. Tears ran down my cheeks as I opened up the locket .Inside was a photo of me and y/n .It was taken after our first date .I turned over the locket to the message 'my heart belongs to you' engraved on the back .

'She also wanted me to tell you that she loves you 'He said with tears in his eyes .

Before I had time to process what had just happened i spotted a nurse walking towards us. We all stood up as she began to explain y/n's condition . We found out that she was in a coma and if she woke she would have a full recovery .Smiles suddenly covered Fred ,Archie and Bettys faces but the only thing I could focus on was the word if .

Betty seemed to notice this and held me her arms whispering comforting words in my ear .

I gathered up the courage to slowly walk to y/n's room .I opened the door and saw my girlfriend lying on the bed .She looked so small .

I walked towards her hospital bed and gently took her hand .

'I love you too y/n .So much .I want to spend the rest of my life with you .I know that you are going to wake up because you are so strong .You can't leave me and I swear to god if you die on me I will bring you back and kill you myself and then bring you back again so that we can live happily and spend the rest of our lives together .'I said to her my voice breaking and tears rolling down my face .I slowly leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her head all the while clutching the locket she got me.

This is the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with . I just hope her life doesn't end here.

#Veronica lodge #Veronica x reader #angst #fem reader #riverdale #lesbian #gxg #cute

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✨❤️✂️🧠 for all of team starfall!!!

KJDL:GJFDL:GJDFL:GJDFLGFDG EVE OMG YAY

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

-skylar: tbh i just thought skylar was a really pretty name and wanted it for one of my characters at the time. i coulddd change it to something that has more meaning that aligns with their character but uhhhh their original name within the story kinda does that anyways i think dfklsdf. im attached at this point

-asha: *hangs my head low* i saw it in wings of fire and thought it was cute. ok but for real i decided it for asha after looking up the meaning, which is "life" which sounds broad but considering her story is about how she and certain antagonists are not sure if she deserves life at all? is fitting

-valerie: another name that i just thought was cute. you can see a theme here. but the word valerie is often associated w fairies and mermaids, at least when i checked it was, and valerie is both! so on a superficial level it works

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

skylar: they would tell you that taking down their first ultra beast with little experience was one, or unlocking their psychic powers- it made them feel on top of the world- but their real best memories was one evening after a particularly harsh day- they and asha had been targeted again and struggled to find a place to heal- everything slowed down. this was earlier in their travels, and both were panicked children who didn't Quite gel at first. skylar was even planning on running off if it meant they wouldn't get attacked. but that night, they were prepared to sleep off their injuries until asha went out and got them food, and came back with that and a warm blanket they'd taken. asha put the blanket around them, making sure they were comfortable, and pat their head until they were nearly asleep. though it was still restrained since asha didn't want to get too close and hurt skylar, it was one of the first moments of intimacy skylar could remember. that was when they realized they wanted to stay with asha despite their differences and situation.

asha: castor taking them out to see the stars at around age 8 after a really stressful day where she shut down, almost glitched out and couldn't talk to anyone because they were just afraid they'd break. she felt humiliated and self hating because this happened at school. castor, wanting to help her feel better, flew her up to the clouds and they searched the night sky for all of the other planets and stars out of their reach. the whole time, asha was wrapped in his wings, trying to show her that he wasn't afraid of her despite her condition being contact-based, as well as give her physical comfort. it's part of why the night sky is so important to her, it's one of her core memories.

valerie: marlow deciding that it'd be good for her to know her water type roots around age 10 and taking her on a small trip through the ocean's edge and rivers through serenade falls, including letting her play behind serenade's popular waterfall. since marlow would often have to work hard to support them, it was a beautiful day where the two of them could just bond and be normal siblings for a day, and it was also when valerie could just explore and find new things for a day.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

skylar: it's hard for them to place. most of their memories are gone, and only a few vague ones appear to them in the form of dreams. but they would consider those dreams nightmares. the worst one they can barely describe, is of their own body being stretched and strained while hearing a voice crying in either anger or sadness, until they came apart entirely.

asha: being separated from her family. it was the first time she was really, truly, all alone. and not only that, she was trapped in an unfamiliar world with no guidance or comfort, and they were being hunted by... someone. multiple people. things. everyone was out for her. it's not a memory she likes to reflect on.

valerie: trying to perform on her own for some time without marlow's help, believing so hard- even with her condition, she could perform moves fine, so she'd be okay, right? and for a while, she was. but she wore herself out hard. she ended up being bedridden while her aura stabilized, missing the winter solstice festival that year. the guilt on marlow's face haunts her to this day.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

skylar- oh the main thing i love about them is a. big spoiler JLKSDJFLSDJFDSF but otherwise!! i really enjoy thinking about their backstory and how it's affected them to the present. they're very similar to valerie in a lot of ways (to a point i might have to tweak them further actually) in that they've been restrained for so long that they just revel in the fact that they can just... do whatever they want. be free. not hold anything back. it takes them a bit to realize, what with the amnesia, but by the time valerie enters the picture, they're a chaotic force to be messed with!

asha- oh i will project onto her so hard. ok for real i am just a sucker for characters that are stoic, blunt, and lonesome to a fault but have a kind spot that shines through, and theyre like that because of a wall theyve put up that has to be lowered with time. asha starts off the story as a very jaded person who hates herself to the point that if she didnt fear death so much, she would have just let it consume her. but their story is about them learning to love themself as they are and take control of their life and let them seek out things that make them happy, and realize how she's impacted the lives of those around her. idk shes very special to me and i love her sm...

valerie- BY FAR it is her optimism combined w her insecurities. omg. first of all her joyful personality is so fun to write, and it's not a front or anything, she's not inconsiderate like princely is in BoP's beginning, she's just someone who loves the people in her life, loves the world around her, and wants to be a positive influence for everyone. the problem that comes with that though... is that she's a doormat. she doesn't often get what SHE wants because she's just giving and giving and giving. she doesn't think she doesn't deserve to take, necessarily, but the opportunity just isn't there a lot of the time. the few times she's reached out to try and get what she wants most- an adventure around the world- it's been squandered somehow. whether she gets denied an escort request or someone in her life puts the idea down because "you're too frail for that! it'd be better for you and everyone to sit still". i don't like, LOVE that ofc but it just makes her feel very real to me. i think she's admirable and its understandable to me how she changes throughout starfall... and in the end, still decides to be a positive influence, now being able to stand up for herself and getting the aide she needs.

#i had to stop and charge my laptop at one point during this KSDLFJSLKF #moonscape #mail #i will go off so hard on my ocs. they are like a brother to me

[espectres]

do u ever see a page that just has SO MUCH GOING ON CUZ

"chill" CHILL!!! has anyone ever told Ritsu to just chill ??? cuz he omg, he truly desperately needed to hear that, especially with how easily he slipped into his vaguely sinister "no one understands me" attitude whenever someone mentioned Shigeo??? and this time is no exception except now he has someone to just tell him OFF!!!!

we see a lot of ppl cowering under Ritsu's standard brooding terrifying 13 y/o nature but SHOU IS NOT HAVING IT IN THE SLIGHTEST LMAO, very ready to take this emo boy DOWN all brutal & well-meant <3

the fact that Shou specifically says that it makes Ritsu feel MORE inferior??? Implies that Shou is already AWARE of Ritsu's ever present inferiority complex despite being around him for like half a day!!! And he's already taking it for fucking read and acting on it and calling it out like he sees it and ACCEPTS IT !!! Shou sees shit Shou points out shit.

That one panel with their auras, god it'd have been so pretty had it been animated, their auras just flaring around them in a colorful haze in the middle of a cinematic void of black, a moment of silence for this lost opportunity.

SHOU YELLING AT RITSU!!! TO STFU!!!!! You're Shou's new friend and Shou is so freaking confidant about everything he's doing and that meams if he thinks you're talented and strong and smart then he's qualified to confirm you're just talented and strong and smart and you are in fact just that!!!!!!!!!

the fact that all of Shou's relentless brutal and undaunted confidence stims from the URGENCY OF BELIEVING HE CAN DO THIS. HE CAN BEAT HIS DAD. And if he is not confident enough then how on earth is he supposed to fight the fear that eats him on the inside???? Shou's fucking terrified and he's making a scene to hide it, always has been.

He also refuses to let someone who reminds him so much of himself and his struggles like Ritsu be left in the darkness of inferiority and fear that Shpu himself has been experiencing, it doesn't matter to him if he just straught up fucking lies, Ritsu should stop saying he's weak and should stop talking about his OH SOOO STRONG OLDER BROTHER cuz to him Shigeo is a fucking wimp and Ritsu should stfu about him!!!!!!!!!! ( up until that point at least lmao ) Like my guy is so confident it breaks my heart. im gonna cry.

The way Shou goes about phrasing things is so simple and childish, "else your life would suck" ? "trouble-maker of a dad" ? That's a life full of trauma and violence and that's his terrorist father who practically mass murdered too many to count. I can't do this. He's so 13 years old.

He mentions freeing everyone cuz he's acknowledging the presence of his lackeys, people who want Claw to be done & destroyed but never got enough strength to do anything, people who want out but you can't just walk out from an organization like Claw without having your life in danger, he mentions freeing everyone because he is aware of the kidnapped kids and brainwashed people, he wants to free everyone and himself too, becuz really he just wants a normal simple life where he could call his mother and not lie to her face about his dad turning into a psychopathic terrorist.

Something I like is how Shou's lackeys don't really serve a big purpose when it comes to battles and plot and things like that, yes they helped with the pacing of action when Minegishi showed up but that is so minor it's barely there. The sole purpose of Shou having lackeys is to demonstrate how much of a responsible and capable person he is, how he proved himself so much that adults saw enough good reason to put their faith and power in the hands of a 13 y/o, Shou is such a ruthlessly honest unashamedly intense ball of enthusiasm and confidence, and he makes such a good leader and supporting friend throughout the most bizarre spontaneous plan you could ever see, which btw made so much sense it just sounds weird out of context, but that's for another post.

#anyway yes this just me loudly saying I LOVE SUZUKI SHOU !!!!!!!!!!! HE'S THE CHARACTER EVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!! #ショウ ; what a cruel adolescence. / study. #long post / #this is also a scene that didn't make it into the anime becuz :) IDK THEY HATE SHOU LOL #i mean it did make it but not without stripping it from the powerful fundamentals that made shou SHOU!!!

[looking-cool-joker]

I watched half of Skinamarink and I have a lot to say on it.

Can’t understand what is happening or what they are saying

11:36 Scenes last for too long without ANYTHING happening

11:56: Things seem to just happen for no reason or any way to understand what is happening

12:50 whos Kevin?? I think I only saw one child, so if theres two, why didn’t you show both???

14:18 Dark scenes and Hallways the movie :/

15:44 Weird suspense doesn’t make a movie scary, you need more than that.

17:44 Is the dad dead or??? They don’t explain anything!!! I’m almost twenty minutes in, give me something!!!!!!

20:30 Are the lights going to suddenly turn off?

20:39 Kinda

21:07 I get they’re kids, but why is the dialogue so spaced out :((

22:20 this really is the movie huh. re: 14:18

23:23: SOUNDS DON’T MAKE A MOVIE SCARY OR ENTICING, ITS JUST SOUNDS, DARK ROOMS AND HALLWAYS THE MOVIE.

24:25 Oh yeah, also “Dad” the movie

24:58 Left for an hour because I was tired of this movie, the entire screen is black, what is happening.

25:43 I’m getting tired of lights suddenly turning off and revealing a dark hallway

25:52: oh look actual people, haven’t seen that in a while.

26:16 Theres just audio from the TV playing as people go in and out of a dark room. How is this scary? Or honestly just enjoyable?

27:19 You can tell this movie was made in eight days (derogatory)

28:08 Alright, I’m tired of the audio being too quiet/incoherent so thank god for subtitles, secondly, “Why is mom crying?” Well why does this movie not explain anything

It is so infuriating, I get having a loose story but come on??? This movie sucks so badly, why was this even made I hate every second of this, its just nothing.

29:21 LOUD NOISES DON’T MAKE A MOVIE SCARY OH MY GOD STOP BEING QUIET AND THEN BE SO LOUD ITS NOT SCARY ITS ANNOYING.

32:36 LMAO THE TOILET JUST APPEARED AND ITS SUPPOSED TO BE SCARY. This movie is making me lose my head.

32:40 Nvm its gone again

32:49 I may sound like a broken record but theres just, not enough happening to justify long scenes. Dialogue is sparse, which could be an okay thing, when you are looking at either a white wall or a pitch black room, its just so slow. Two minutes feel like an hour, and whats worse is that the story is so hard to understand, it doesn’t even feel like a story.

Its just kids saying “Dad” or Kevin repeating Kaylees name, which maybe they will actually say something of importance, but its just tiring.

32:55: STOP HAVING JUMPSCARES THEY JUST FAIL AT SCARING ME.

34:08 And I’m tired of the grain effect, and I hate the static, it’d be fine IF SOMETHING WAS HAPPENING TO DISTRACT ME FROM THE HEADACHE IM GETTING FROM HEARING IT

35:31 re: 32:55 and 29:21

38:20 dont you just love a dark room with someones legs being abled to be seen and thats just the scene, nothing more???

38:32 OH LOOKEE ANOTHER HALLWAY THATS DARK.

38:47 We all love a filtered voice :)

41:24 “I can’t see anything” Neither can I

43:33 I wish this was anything else, I would rather be watching Mandela Catalogue rn, at least its somewhat scary and I can parse whats happening.

45:56: It really isn’t a good sign that theres an hour of this movie left and I’m think about ditching it, this isn’t fun, this isn’t scary, this isn’t interesting. It sucks so badly, when I say I want to watch anything else I mean it. I WANT TO WATCH ALADDIN 2019 OVER THIS, THAT IS HOW BAD IT IS

47:20 re: 35:31

49:27 So whats with the dad, why should i care about the kids, why should I care about the mother. Why should I care about this movie? They don’t give me anything, stuff just happens, dad was there now hes not, kid fell down the stairs nvm he’s fine now, mom tells them to close their eyes she disappears.

What does it mean, I don’t think it means anything, I think this story is too vague, to a point where I don’t think there is one. Focusing on legos doesn’t help me parse anything. It doesn’t help. Looking at a TV playing old cartoons doesn’t give me anything, them moving a couch DOESNT GIVE ME ANYTHING.

I understand that abstract art is well.. Abstract, but this is just, pointless. There is no story, or at least they don’t want to show me the story, they want to show me kids calling out for their dad who may or may not be missing.

But thats the thing, I know nothing, BECAUSE THIS MOVIE TELLS ME NOTHING

The cinematography isn’t even good for crying out loud! Its boring, its the same five angles in different rooms. And again I’m tired of the static and the grain.

It feels like a worse P.T, but thats an insult to even compare it to a Hideo Kojima work.

51:41 This movie likes to pretend its building up suspense, but the suspense is “Whens the next loud noise” or possibly even “Whens the next the audio will cut out?” Its not scary, it’ll never be scary.

This is around half of the movie, It won’t get any better so I’ve heard and I hate it. I’m leaving it here. But I’ll watch the final scene

1:37:26 Finally they changed the color, instead of the color black its dark red, such an improvement :)

1:38:37 Pitch Black with a face in the static, vaguely creepy but, It just sucks because the rest sucks

1:38:45 “Go To Sleep” Shut up with your stupid Jeff The Killer cliches.

Final thoughts: Complete waste of my time and one of the worst movies I’ve watched. 0/10

#just rambling #skinamarink #i wish I never watched this

[livikattt]

daily fun but useless ppau fact #10

aka "EVERY JOKE/EASTER EGG IN ONE DAY YOU'LL WISH YOU HADN'T"

I'm putting it under a read more because it's long af (because... my dumbass.... makes a lot of jokes. if u didn't notice.)

chapter one: wish (soraka r)

“Not a single sign that the Rift’s champions, those gods amongst men, had ever been there at all.”

This was a vague reference to Damwon’s championship skins where they had wanted to appear as gods coming down from the heavens, if I remember correctly.

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“And Faker would never be enough of a fool to trust someone who once lived in his shadow.”

Faker is (kind of) Zed in this au, so this is secretly a joke. ha ha.

chapter two: you and me (yuumi w) (get it? because meiko's skin is yuumi? i'm not funny ahahahah)

“Hmm,” Jiejie begins, his eyes wandering as he thinks. “I think Meiko would have wished for something to make him an even better support than he already is. Viper probably wished that he’d never miss a shot, and Flandre definitely wished for some magic that’s better than that smoke thing he does. That, or to be able to do this his entire life. Who knows?”

Two out of three isn't bad :)

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“But Jiejie,” Scout says, intentionally mispronouncing his name. “How can you even be tired?”

I explained this in the end notes already, but Scout pronounces Jiejie’s name like 姐姐, which means older sister. Credit to my friend that only referred to Jiejie as “big sister” all throughout Worlds 2021. Bro is gonna fail Chinese III.

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“Breathe, Yechan. Breathe.”

I’m pretty sure Scout is the only one to be referred to by his real name by his teammates, if you don’t count the introductions in the first EG fic. Generally, I try to avoid their real names, since it starts to feel a bit awkward once I’m writing about Ryu Minseok and not Keria or something. It’s too personal for me.

(Edit a few days later: I forgot about Miky but c’mon, I was not about to refer to him as “Mikyx” the entire fic)

(Edit a few more days later: Gumayusi got full name’d, shit is going down)

(Edit a few more more days later: everyone getting full name'd now this is not a drill)

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quick tw for death but when my mom was crying to me about her dad's last wishes i. i kind of. i kind of went "AYO WHAT DID I HAVE MEIKO DO IN ODYWYH TO COMFORT SCOUT I NEED TO KNOW" and just tried to channel whatever he did

im that emotionally constipated kill me

chapter three: end of the line (graves q)

“He plays Teamfight Tactics until he sees stars when he blinks.”

Perhaps in this universe Riot Games is truly a small indie company…

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“Scout tries to scream, but without the room to expand his chest, all that comes out is the faintest whine.”

This was tested to make sure it was an accurate depiction. I got sleep paralysis once when my sister was audibly on a call in the room over. I tried to scream. Didn’t work. The sound I made was actually very embarrassing. (it is ok to laugh at me for my sleep paralysis experiences. they are funny in hindsight. for more tips on how to handle sleep paralysis just hmu)

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“We’ll go to Europe, then. I’ve heard there’s a retired Summoner that can suppress someone’s abilities. Maybe he’ll be able to suppress the Rift’s blessing as well.”

Some of you (by which i mean aryasage) caught it already, but this is a reference to Caedrel. In a different version, Scout’s response is, “No, he’ll just cancel it.”

chapter four: moonlight vigil (aphelios r)

“He’s not stupid—he knows what sleep deprivation does to people. (He’s read the Russian sleep experiment creepypasta, after all.)”

Somehow I doubt he would have been able to get his hands on that one, but whatever. Either way it’s kind of terrifying, and if it was true, this fic would go in a very different direction. Would not recommend it if you're scared easily or if you spend too much time thinking about everything that could go wrong.

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“Telling the whole story to the rest of his team is quite possibly the hardest thing Scout’s ever done, if he ignores the past week or so.”

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“You look like shit.”

In a different version, Scout absolutely snaps at Jiejie and then proceeds to verbally and emotionally obliterate him. I kind of wish I had been able to keep it in, since I thought it was kind of fun in a “haha angst goes brrr” kind of way, but it didn’t really fit in with the rest of the chapter.

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“Scout sniffs, gratefully accepting the tissue someone hands him. He’s been going through a lot of those lately, despite it being November.”

Is there even a no-nut November equivalent in China??? Either way I thought I was hilarious in the moment.

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“Forcibly inducing sleep (aka punching Scout in the head) is out too once Viper mentions brain damage, even if Meiko insists he can fix it.”

They don’t test this theory, but Meiko is 100% confident that his magic can repair brain damage. In the end, they decide it’s not worth finding out.

ppau leak: this comes up later

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I spent thirty minutes googling how to meditate just to write this chapter. Worth.

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“Scout tries to respond. His body doesn’t move an inch. Somewhat deliriously, he imagines himself as a meme. Aw, shit. Here we go again.”

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‘“You need to relax.” Jiejie leans forward, holding two fingers to Scout’s head. “And trust me. Do you trust me?”’

Jiejie quotes Evelynn here for no other reason than He Can.

chapter five: harrowed path (viego e)

“Forgiveness is a bitch, and so am I.”

My English teacher wouldn’t let me use this line in my personal essay, so I put it here instead.

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“It’s then that Scout realizes they’ve been moved from the couch to someone’s room, where two twin beds have been haphazardly shoved close to each other.”

no homo [lolrpf shippers I'm looking at u.]

#ppau edg #ppau fun facts #ppau #ppau flandre #ppau jiejie #ppau scout #ppau viper #ppau faker #ppau odywyh #ppau other #ppau writing #ppau leaks