#it's bc I know the news here is a terrible piece of shit source of info

[your-turn-to-role]

Don't know if this has been said before, but what if Molly's soul is still hidden away in the body, although still around about the level when he died, so it's when Lucien gets taken to 0 hit points or something he's weak enough for Molly to finish him off from the inside

(I don't say it as a "this is what I think's going to happen" sort of thing, it'd just be cool & I'm thinking out loud)

so, i’m gonna ramble a lot about this before i get to your question, because this actually gives me a really good opportunity to talk about something i’ve been wanting to for a while and haven’t made the post yet

i’ve, honestly been really confused by everyone going “oh what if molly’s soul is still in there”, as if molly and lucien are two separate souls fighting over a body, and one’s possessed the other or whatever (especially when beacon theories get involved)

but like... that’s not what happened. to explain, lucien was the original soul. weird cult shit aside, he was an otherwise normal tiefling from shadycreek, who hired vess derogna to help him cast some kind of ritual involving that book

she went along with it, but didn’t actually want lucien’s plans to succeed. she’d read the book extensively herself, she also had nine eyes across her body, but she wanted no part of whatever the somnovem is doing. so when she cast the ritual on lucien, she modified it, and instead of its intended purpose, it shattered lucien’s soul into pieces, intending to make it impossible for him to be resurrected. the tombtakers found his body, seemingly dead, buried him in the woods outside their hideout, and scattered across the continent per lucien’s emergency instructions, plan lost

until the one piece of his soul left in his body slowly managed to wake up. a full soul isn’t actually required to keep a body alive, especially if there’s other weird magic involved, and this piece is very determined. it’s missing the rest of itself, and trying to come to terms with that - doesn’t remember anything, takes months to be able to speak, other than one word, haunted by the emptiness it’s now feeling, and the only other vague memory in their head is of the dark dark magic that brought them here. eventually, like any living creature, they grow, and develop, and move on from that. they were given a new start, a new name, and a family that loved them. molly learned how to be a person, not knowing anything different, and gave himself a whole new identity, had friends, had family, that lucien didn’t. but nothing new was added to the mix other than the love he got from the circus, everything else he built himself

(i’ve had a couple people say to me “well lucien isn’t a reliable source, he could be lying or mistaken about what happened”, and just from my personal insight, i don’t think he’s lying, but even if he was wrong about molly being a piece of his soul and not a whole new soul entirely - molly doesn’t match the symptoms of being a soul given to a new body. but you know what he does match near perfectly? egtw’s description of a hollow one, a being resurrected without a soul)

(he had at least part of one, we know that, we can see it, in lucien, they’re too similar, and molly doesn’t register as undead like hollow ones do. but i’m guessing if a fractured piece of a soul found itself back in its body without the rest of it? it would sound something like this)

“Yet some beings find that, days after they died, they awaken, clutching to life, with only a terrible emptiness inside to remind them of their death.”

“The transition from life to becoming a Hollow One affects different people to different degrees. Some let their anger and regret consume them. Others use their second chance to become a brighter force in the world. However, all Hollow Ones are marked by their new existence: feelings of unease, dread or sadness cling to them like tattered rags of their past life.”

so then he dies. and the mighty nein tell cree. and she spends months looking for a way to bring lucien back. i don’t know exactly how she does it, but she does, collects all (or at least more of, he may be missing some things still) those fragments of his very shattered soul and puts them back together. lucien doesn’t remember everything that molly did, the person he grew to be, and who’s to say really which part of a soul is responsible for memories? if you were to shatter his soul again in the same way, would the part that was molly remember, or would it have to go through the same thing all over again?

but it also leads us to an interesting question of, how does a soul get made. a baby still waiting to be born doesn’t have a soul yet, we know that because of how the beacon works

is each new child not connected to the luxon given a soul by the gods? or do they grow their own, as they learn to be their own person

did molly essentially turn a soul fragment into a whole soul, just by living? and if he did... what part is in lucien now

i’m honestly inclined to believe that lucien’s soul is back together, including the molly part, because of all the ways they’re similar, i think those all came from that fragment. but there’s three options here, 1) the soul fragment that was molly is back as just another puzzle piece, he’s essentially dead, and the purpose of his story is that you don’t have to keep living to keep having an impact on the world, molly has changed things permanently despite how short he lived 2) he did grow a second soul, and that fragment they share is shared, back in lucien’s body, but either molly in the afterlife is missing a piece, or there’s more than 100% of a soul in that body, weirdly stuck together and probably not that noticeable as wrong because there’s already a thousand other voices in there 3) he did grow a second soul, and it’s gone. he left for the afterlife and that piece was unrecoverable, and now lucien’s walking around with 80% of a soul

the first is my belief, honestly, and the only way to get molly back is to shatter lucien in the same way, and hope he still has those repressed memories. the third is what would make molly resurrectable, if you were to kill lucien.

the second, however, is the only thing that really makes sense with molly being “still in there”, and if that 80% of a new soul can manage to wake up from whatever’s going on in lucien’s head, it’s possible!

it would also be pretty symbolically cool bc, while matt changed the blood hunter class a lot recently so it’s no longer a feature (give me back the cool ghostslayer, pls), back when molly was alive, the subtype he was? at high levels he’d get the ability to keep fighting in ghost form after his body fell unconscious, as long as he didn’t die. and i mean fuck if that’s not exactly what he’d be doing here

#cr2 #cr thoughts #lucien #mollymauk tealeaf #ask #text #meta #Anonymous

[mallowstep]

another au ask but do you have any tbc au’s?

not a ton...

i'm going to put the rest of this under a read more, because it's impossible for me to talk about tbc without talking about abuse, and like, i'm not gonna get graphic about it, but i'm also not gonna pull punches, y'know?

for stuff i already have, "may there be no sadness of farewell" is a squirrelstar au and it's got a lot planned for that au! i've got i think 7 chapters left, + two side fics, one of which is supposed to be 5 chapters/20k words.

and "make moonshine out of moonlight" is a canon compliant tigerheart & dovewing focused au.

i probably have other stuff? i don't know off the top of my head.

anyway.

as for stuff in progress...

the next au i have is untitled and basically:

"sandstorm doesn't die in avos and instead lives and when bramblestar drops her daughter off the highledge she drop-kicks him into the sun"

feat. sandstorm still alive during lost stars/whatever the next book is i always forget, and when bramblestar is physically abusive, instead of being okay with it like the rest of the clan, she drop-kicks him into the sun.

is this a squirrelstar au too? i'm not sure. mtbnsof is a weird genre cross of "squirrelflight grappling with abuse" and "intense political thriler" and like...

i love writing squilf, but i don't want to burn out of squilf angst, y'know? there's only so many times you can explore the exact same content in a row.

that said, i think this would be from sandstorm's pov. i want to see her deal with her daughter's abuse. if i can get personal, i relate heavily to squilf because i have seen my mom be her, and i have been her but we don't talk about that here that's main blog shit

so i've also seen my grandmother react and like. yeah. i'd want to write that.

for related reasons, i have at least a one shot planned where sparkpelt has to deal with her father's abusive behaviour. i don't know a ton about it yet, just that it is going to exist.

i actually have several ideas related to that concept, but some of them are for existing aus/plans, so i'm not going to talk about them in detail.

oh! i want to write an au where squilf runs away to skyclan bc leafstar realizes that bramblestar is an abusive pos

i want to do a cross-time and clan piece about time in the pit. there have been a lot of trauma pits. i want to write about it.

oh! an au where everything is the same dovewing just rips lionblaze a new one for how he treats her son.

and i was inspired by a tumblr post about ferncloud's ghost helping shadow + root?

(i do save all of my tumblr posts for inspiration, btw. i intend on citing my sources, so to speak.)

similarly, i have a loner squilf au saved, but i'm not sure how i feel about it. i have to sort out what/why happens. part of why squilf is so personally relatable to me is because she doesn't realize what's going on because yeah, abuse survivors often don't.

uh, i wanna explore the concept of "if you die in the dark forest you die in real life"?

and i wanna do a lot exploring ivypool & bristlefrost's relationship, but that isn't really, like, an au at all

oh! and yes, okay, i do want to do this: i want to do a slightly-crack au where shrewpaw and ashfur are wrestling for control of bramble's body, because shrewpaw just wants to treat squilf right and ashfur is trying to do his canon thing and here's the thing!

i say slightly-crack bc it's meme-y, but like, in reality, it's going to be terribly traumatizing to squilf as they act out the cycle of abuse in all of its glory, and she's powerless and confused and terrified. very angsty.

it will have a happy ending, tho. she deserves it.

and...i think that's it?

sorry this wasn't as like, detailed as the other au posts, i just...i generally like tbc? like it raises so many interesting dynamics to explore that i'd rather do that than write an au.

don't worry tho in a year i'll have 14 million ideas like i do for po3.

#ask #anon #talk #au talk #tbc #mine #txt #essay #abuse

[springwritess]

mr.cook | sanji vinsmoke

anime: one piece

word count: long, but not as long as zoro’s

note: im going to write mini fics for each strawhat (including my boy jimbe hopefully) which is gonna be a zombie apocalypse au. not all of them will be romantic bc some characters are hard to write romantically. i doubt you’d really fall for someone you just met right? anyway either luffy or usopp is gonna be next.

tags: zombie apocalypse, sanji fluff, cooking, hunger, dehydration, sanji being the dork he is, recruitment (sorta)

****

The hunger was ever-present; from dawn to dusk it gnawed at you. Food was your constant obsession. You couldn't look at an animal or plant and wonder if it was edible. You didn't care if the food was tasty, just as long as it could make the stomach pains go away for awhile.

You sat there still, like an elderly person. You started to wonder whether you were going to die from starvation or from the zombies. You were too tired to move, or do anything really. You ran out of water and there was no fresh water source. It was only time for your death to approach. You couldn't even sleep either, because sleeping meant a chance for zombies to attack and devour you alive.

You were in the middle of the forest. You were camping in there after being driven out of your home. You took what you could find and left the city as fast as possible. You needed to get away from people as much as possible. Staying alive was horrible, you ran out of the food you stole from the city. You didn't possess the abilities or tools to be able to hunt or cook animals. You were such a shifty cook that you didn’t know how to make fucking tea. You couldn't stay there forever however. You needed to get off the island soon. Your stomach rumbled again.

First however, you needed food.

There was a crunch of leaves and twigs behind you. Each footstep crackled. There was someone coming. You dove behind a tree that was close by. You grabbed a large stick. It wasn't much of a weapon, but it was enough to try and knock the person out to steal their food. You closed your eyes and waited for them to draw near. Each step felt like a ripple in the ground.

You jumped out behind the tree and lunged forward. It was a blonde-haired man who was idly walking by. You attempted to land a strike across his cheek, but he jumped back. You tried again, but he dodged it. He was fast on his feet.

“What's going on?" He asked as he continued to dodge all of your attacks. "I don't want to fight a women."

"Give...me your food!" You growled as your grip tightened on the stick.

You lurched forward again and landed a blow across his left cheek. The man fell to the ground. He didn't get up after that. You ripped the bag off his shoulders and shifted through it. Your pupils dilated.

"No..." You said with a hint of panic in your voice.

You went through it again, this time your hands were fumbling. Your fingers jumped rhythmically, as if in a spasm. Your bowels suddenly churned. Please let there be food in there, you prayed. This couldn't happen...not now. Your heart was in your mouth. You couldn't speak.

“No! No! No!" This time you said it much louder, "please...I just need food."

Your heard some shifting and then a grunt come from behind you. Blood drained from your face as you turned your head around. The man was getting up. He took a cigarette box and a lighter from his breast pocket. He lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth.

You grabbed the stick and gripped your two hands on it. You held it up in the air in front of you. You glared at him.

"S-stay...a-away or I'll hurt you!" You warned. Your hands were shaking as you fumbled on your words.

He took a breath and smoke floated up into the sky. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're hungry right? I'll make you something. I'll never let someone stay hungry."

You felt your stomach grumble again. "Liar! Y-you're going to kill me!"

He gave you a grin. “I'll never hurt a women. That's what a shitty old men taught me."

Your stomach rumbled again, this time loud enough for him to hear it. You fell to the ground and clutched your stomach. It felt as if someone pierced your stomach with a sword. "It hurts....I'm going to die."

He ran over to you. You didn't have the energy to run away. "Shit...you're malnourished and dehydrated. Is there no fresh water source here?"

You didn't have the energy to answer him, so you simply shook your head. He picked you up with his arms and started to run through the forest. You had no energy to protest or push him off. You were barely conscious at this point too, as the trees were starting to become a blur too.

After what seemed like forever, you started to smell cologne mixed with the smell of cigarettes. Your eyes fluttered open. You were still in the forest, but instead in a part that wasn’t covered in trees. There were no creatures around. The light from the sun hit your skin. Your eyes shifted to the side. You were laying on a black jacket. Ah so that’s where the smell was coming from.

You sat up. Your throat was extremely dry too. Your stomach was still hurting, but you ignored the pain. You looked around and the man was nowhere to be seen. You weren’t in any mood to talk to him anyway.

Your lips were cracked from dehydration. Your hair was matted with dirt and your clothes were were smeared with grass stains and dirt. You looked terrible. You needed a shower and some fresh clothes. You felt the bottom of your lip quiver. Will this be your new life? You no longer had the same luxuries you used to have. You took them for granted, and you only realized how lucky you were when they were gone.

You laid back down and turned to the side. You couldn’t afford to cry, because that would just make you even more dehydrated. Drowsiness overtook you. You closed your eyes and eventually fell asleep.

***

You were greeted with a sweet, savoury aroma that wafted through the air as you started to wake up again. The smell mixed in with the fragrance trees and grass. Your stomach clenched with hunger at the thought of devouring whatever food that was creating the smell.

You sat up and saw the blonde man making stew using ingredients from the forest, plants and animals you’ve seen before. He somehow was able to find bowls to give pour your stew in. You stated at him for awhile, transfixed by his ability to cut various vegetables and plants. He was so swift with his fingers.

He removed the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled the soft tendrils of smoke. His gaze shifted to you. The man gave you a smile.

“I’m so glad you’re awake.” He said softly. He came cover with a bowl of water. “I’m glad I had utensils and bowls in my bag. The water is still hot too because I boiled it. Please be careful.”

You moved the bowl of water around. The water swished back and forth. There was steam floating from it. It was definitely still hot. You sniffed the bowl of water. There didn’t seem to be any poison. Immediately after examining it, you guzzled down the water within mere seconds. You ignored your throbbing lips and your throat which felt like it was on fire. You sighed in relief. It was nice.

He finally handed you a bowl of stew. Taking in the sweet aroma, your stomach rumbled again. Every part of you wanted to lurch forward and devour the bowl. You couldn’t however. It didn’t feel right. You clenched your fists.

You spoke up. “I don’t understand.”

The man raised his eyebrows. “You don’t understand what?”

“Why are you doing this for me?” You asked again. This time with your voice shaking. “Why are you helping a complete stranger? I don’t know your name. I don’t know where you’re from or who you are. I..I don’t have any money if that’s what you want.”

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and breathed out. “My name is Sanji. I’m a cook on a ship. I already told you. It’s because I can never ignore someone is hungry. I don’t need money from you, so you can eat up. Besides....”

“Besides what?”

He gave you a smile. “Your cute face is enough of a payment for me.”

You rolled your eyes but felt a smile creep up onto your face. “Thank you Sanji.”

You ate your food in silence. You quickly finished it in mere minutes, but you were too embarrassed to ask for more. Much to your surprise, Sanji took your bowl and filled it up to the top. He handed it to you. He lit up another cigarette and sat next to you silently. Your cheeks flushed up in embarrassment.

You cleared your throat. “Aren’t you going to eat to. I’m fine really...”

Sanji shook his head. “I’m fine. I ate before I came to this island. I also have a few questions about it, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“Oh sure. Also I didn’t introduce myself yet. My name is (f/n). I worked as a mechanic in my mother’s shop. It was apart of the family business.” You rubbed the back of your head sheepishly. “I’m not the greatest cook, so you saved my life. Thank you so much. I’ll help you with anything you need.” You said. You gave him an awkward smile.

“What’s happening on this island? The city I was just in, it was a wreck. Did something happen? I was also attacked by a group of people. I need answers. I was separated from my crew too, so I also need a map.”

The smile from your face immediately vanished. You managed to forget about everything that happened for awhile, but the reality didn’t change.

“A group of pirates brought this virus to the island. Their crewmate was dumped here. He was rushed to the hospital.” You explained. “He survived, but the virus seemed to induce range and the need for human meat. He bit the nurse that was treating him and she started to act the same. I’m not sure, but I think the virus probably travels through saliva.”

“They’re like zombies, but still alive?” He chucked. “They aren’t as smart as the ones on Thriller Bark.”

You cocked your head in confusion. “What? You aren’t scared?”

Sanji shook his head. “I have a damn skeleton who can walk, talk, eat and even take a shit on my ship. There’s nothing that surprises me anymore.”

Your eyes narrowed. You weren’t sure if he was joking or not. The Grandline is full of surprises, so anything could happen. Speaking of which, why was this man traveling on the Grandline? Is his boat a restaurant ship that floats around by any chance.

“What kind of ship do you work on..?”

“A pirate ship.”

Your stomach dropped. Of course. He’s a pirate. You felt anger churn deep within you. A pirate was the one who destroyed this island. You tried your best to ignore it. He did save your life. Perhaps he wasn’t like the others.

“What about you? Why are you here in the forest? Where’s your mom?” He asked.

You were silent for a moment. “She died three years ago. After she passed, I took over the business. My shop is probably rubble right now.”

“That’s a shame. Do you want to go take a look to see if there’s anything left? There must be something.” He asked.

You shook your head and chuckled. “It’s whatever I guess. I gotta get used to how I’m living now.” You got up from where you were sitting. “Also, I should have a map in my bag. Let me go check.”

You got up and went to grab your bag. There were mostly essentials: empty water bottle, first aid kit, a change of clothes. You let out a grunt. There was no map in sight.

“Sorry about the map. I don’t seem to have any.” You rubbed the back of your head sheepishly.

“It’s fine.” Sanji stood up and stretched. “We should get going then.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Going where?”

“To your home of course. Seeing it might give you a sense of relief. You’ll never regret not taking the chance to see if there was anything there.” He replied. He lit another cigarette into his mouth.

You were at a loss for words. “I...”

“Hmm?”

You shook your head. “I can’t go.”

“Why not?”

“Even if I do get a sense of closure from seeing my home, where would I go?” You bit the bottom of your lip to stop from crying and took a deep breath, “I have nobody left. I don’t have a ship nor do I have the skills to travel to another island. I also don’t trust you. You’re a pirate. What if you try to hurt me?”

The tears splashed forth and trickled down your cheeks. The thought of your home in rubble and the memories of your mother came flooding into your head all at once. You tried to quickly wiped your tears away, but they kept coming.

“Shit I’m crying. I’m sorry about that.” You chuckled.

Sanji gave you a smile. “It’s okay to cry. Everyone cries. I also won’t lay a finger on you.” He looked up into the sky. “Regarding your future, it’s up to you. You can do whatever you want. I won’t try to stop you (f/n).”

Hearing him call you by your name caught you off guard. You got up. “Let’s get going then Sanji.”

#one piece #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #sanji vinsmoke #zoro #god usopp #luffy #monkey d. luffy #mugiwara no luffy #one piece headcanons #one piece oneshot #one piece imagine #op #sanji x reader #sanji #one piece sanji #strawhats #mugiwara crew #anime fanfiction #zombie au

[renesassing]

GIVE US MORE LORE OF YOUR REVAN PLS!!!

hey thank u for asking!! tbh i’ve been sorta avoiding going into too much detail about my revan bc 1. this is supposed to be an art blog FKKAFK and 2. i like people being able to identify their own revans in my content but also i have a lot of hcs about revan from trying to write them over the years. 

anyway in the but you’re gonna regret it because boy is there a lot. here are some general things that i kept to bullet points so i didn’t go off on weird tangents for three paragraphs. it still ended up long tho so it’s under a read more.

in terms of moral alignment, they’re lawful neutral leaning towards lawful good, but in terms of the force alignment they’re more on the dark side. (i keep getting lawful good when i do alignment quizzes for them, yikes). a really good example of ‘terrible things with the best of intentions’ and how ultimately intent doesn’t matter when weighed against actions and their terrible consequences. 

revan is a firrerreo, which is a legends canon sw species that doesn’t have a lot of lore so that means i get to expand on it a lot. their species and culture do factor a lot into why they’re the person they became, more than i initially anticipated when i made them a firrerreo (at the time, it was entirely because the two-tone hair and gold skin was cool)

their playthrough is a light-side ending if only because they didn’t remember enough about being revan to actually be on the dark side. they wept when they struck malak down, held him close as he spoke his last, but it didn’t feel like their own grief. they killed him without knowing him. (and that it something that they’ll never forgive the jedi for)

i’ve mentioned this before (in the context of the prequel au) but they view love as a weakness, to the point of fearing it. revan has always been too much– too much power, too much passion, and a lot of their youth was spent desperately trying to suppress their emotive outbursts. they’re sentimental and clingy but they consider these to be dangerous flaws, and pre-kotor actively worked to hurt the people close to them in order to drive them away. this is also the source of their distaste for force bonds

both the exile and revan were powerful, emphatic force-sensitives who could form attachments/bonds easily, the major difference being that revan realized what those bonds meant and that terrified them. (loving someone requires that you give them a piece of yourself, whether they know they have it or not. and revan has always been scared of being broken.) 

pretty much all of the shitposting i’ve drawn with revan is 100% in-character for my revan. they are absolute garbage, have a terrible sense of humor, and will gladly take advantage of their terrifying reputation in order to fuck with people. 

just imagine you’re fucking atton rand or a sith acolyte or some shit and you’re minding your own goddamn business, doing your job for the new sith empire and you see revan doing this at 2am. you want to tell people what you’ve seen but you know no one will believe you. (malak would, but he wouldn’t say anything)

they weaponized their aura in the force as both a jedi and a sith (and on may levels subconciously) and most notable is the active dread and literal chill that would set in that precedes their arrival when they’re channeling the dark side.

revan is, somewhat surprisingly considering how larger-than-life they are, a bit shy. they don’t show a lot of skin and tend to avoid crowded areas.

they enjoy gardening/agriculture and they’re a huge botany nerd. honestly if the mandalorians had never invaded they would’ve just caused general chaos in the jedi order and made themself a farm where they could make new varieties of plants in peace. (it was in fact, their interest in agriculture that would drag them into politics as they spend most of their padawan years following their respective masters around during the restoration efforts post-great sith war)

they dance like a drunken rancor but they have a voice that could make a sullustan weep. as a child they used to sing into the peaks they called home, and the mountains would sing with them. had they stayed on their homeworld they would have likely become a shepard, calling the herds home with mountainsong. as there is, a few holos exist featuring a young and wasted jedi knight crooning in a dingy cantina in coruscant’s undercity to the delight of cheering patrons while another, not-as-drunk young jedi desperately tries to drag them off of the bar.

they have no concept of how to live for themselves. revan fought the mandalorians not for themself or any personal loss of their own, but for the sake of others. (if you think about it, you could say they went to war for alek’s sake.) even when they were conquering the galaxy they were doing it on the belief that it was ultimately for the betterment of all of the galaxy’s citizens. post-kotor they’re completely adrift and struggling with how to reassemble their personal identity. 

they’re a self-martyr to the point of unhealthiness; one of their flaws is their belief that everything is their responsibility, especially related to the wars they waged. and while they are definitely responsible for a lot of shit (and more than a few war crimes), they have a tendency to remove the agency of all the people that willingly followed them.

revan never wanted to be ‘redeemed’ and do not consider the jedi brainwashing them to be a redemption. they will stand by the decisions they’ve made, even if they do in fact regret it, because they believe to do anything else would be making light of all the blood on their hands.

post-kotor, they never fully recovered their memories. between the initial head trauma and the jedi brainwashing, they’ve been left with significant psychological damage and suffer from memory errors. at times they are unable to distinguish the difference between their ‘true’ self and the person the jedi turned them into, both in terms of personality and experiences.

one of the more significant things lost is revan’s true name; firrerreo culture dictates that names are sacred and are not meant to be known by anyone but those most important to you. few people knew revan’s true name. malak tried to call them by it as he died, but they couldn’t understand him at the time, and so the knowledge more or less died with him. (this is lowkey bc i never really came up with a name for my revan lmao) 

the disparity between Lyn, their Jedi™ Sponsored Personality and the Revanchist, the Sith Lord is honestly the only reason they didn’t go full dark again after regaining the bulk of their memories.

while they’ve always been critical of the jedi in the past, post-kotor revan has a deep and personal hatred for the order (not nessecarily individuals so much as the general group and their code/philosophies) due to the whole brainwashing thing.

#Anonymous #answered stuff #hey thanks for asking about them!! #i love my revan a whole lot alright #rené.txt

[lipvincent]

hi im samuel i am feral and excited 2 write with u all . its been a minute since ive hopped on tumblr for a bit of the ol rp..... but ill give this lil personal rundown a shot

i live in beautiful sunny california baby....... soaking in the rays Mmmm-mmm life is good . im 20 n i like to eat plain oatmeal and prunes therefore my diet is that of a 90 yr old and i think thats very sexy of me . lip is a brute and rly doesnt deserve to b liked whatsoever...... lets get on w tha show...

CIS-MALE — ever hear people say PHILIP GLASPY-VINCENT looks a lot like FINN COLE? I think HE is about 24, so it doesn’t really work. The HEAD OF A DEALING RING is here because HE’S LOCKED DOWN UNTIL HE CAN FIND BETTER SOURCES FOR HIS STOCK and they are from NEW JERSEY. They can be RESOLUTE, but they can also be DEPRAVED. I think LIP might be TIER 3 SHEPARD. 

TW: DIVORCE, SUICIDE

phillip glaspy-vincent . heir to his gross fathers throne . ultimate douchebag and product of a bad decision gone extra wrong . half-brother to another delinquent

crimelord gangster mikey v had an affair w the wife (nora beatrice glaspy) of some hotshot politician staking out his competition fr a week in ny . big meeting of big men with national notoriety . nora took the pregnancy home n tried to pass the baby as her husbands son . worked fr a while until it didnt... around the age of three, poor sap puts the pieces together after a visit to the doc turns south . its a rough time for everyone involved

divorce comes swiftly and without mercy . tears up their marriage . the press crushes his mothers reputation and shreds her self esteem in countless records of newspaper shaming and petty broadcast reports . its humiliating n they end up moving from manhattan to a far off district in new jersey, holed up in the only apartment she can afford (and is struggling to consistently secure rent checks for) . lots of government disputes, money problems, etc

TW: SUICIDE

hes six when his mom takes a bath that lasts a little too long . walks in on her and shes already dead . the blade is rested on the edge of the bathtub and is collected by the police once he works up the courage to dial 911 . chides himself to this day for takin so long because he was covered in his own snot on some nicotine stained tile in the middle of who knows where…. n now his whole lifes been hollowed out to tha flippin core . he hasnt cried since then and frankly ? i dont think hes going to unless he is actually throwing a goddamn tantrum.... which he has the tendency of doing

authorities track down his only living biological parent . in comes mikey fr round two . they drop lip off like a poorly delivered fedex package…. be careful! fragile! bt none of tht shit is heeded in the slightest so does it even fcking matter? hes raised alongside his half sister n though they have varying personalities n clashing morality…. they actually get along quite well n are stable sources of support fr each othr on a daily basis

mikey is as hes expected to b . terrible guy . head of the dealing ring which lip is taking over on the downlow nowadays . hes real good at it n models after his father in being a snake oil salesman….. slowly picking up the slack n is becoming one sadistic yung man w a taste for nothing bt horrible news . he doesnt realize hes taking on characteristics of his dad and doesnt want to in the first place bc its the last thing he ever aspired to end up like . he is vry bitter abt it and by being somewhat aware of his dickish behavior it accelerates the process of becoming Even More of a Dick

he wears a lot of suits bt dresses them down….. plain t-shirts n black trousers . has two big white dogs that he walks around w sometimes and they arent vry nice & have to have muzzles on them 24/7 (nobody knows where tha fuck they go when he isnt walking them… fair to assume his buds take care of them for him) . still plays neko atsume . has buried more bodies than hell ever admit . talks to everybody like they are his absolute bitch . adores lesley gore and ballroom dancing . has driven a car into a lake on multiple occasions to show crazed dominance over the rest of his posse whom follow him around n tend to come in 3s (notable names r sweeney, klautz & don) . carries a gun w religious symbols on it…….. kinda like in leo dicaprios romeo + juliet (keeps tht sucker under his pillow tho…… fr everybodys safety) . wears ski masks most of tha time and gets attached to ppl really easily but would never admit it . hes kind of like a date? the fruit…. except a sour date with a mushy pit and the skin sticks to ur teeth when u bite into it. a date gone rotten . a rotten date :)

anyway . this is supr rushed . blease………. 

i vant all ze connections n that isnt an exaggeration in the slightest im a hongry little stinker so give em UP!!!!!!! give this post a like n ill come barreling towards u without mercy POW POW POW like that....

#livingintro #suicide tw #divorce tw #gun mention tw #dealing mention tw #covering all of our bases ..... #hopefully ....

[freshginandtonic]

State of Play (and the state of Australia’s press freedom)

This week I got to thinking (insert Carrie Bradshaw voice here) about one of my favourite television shows, ‘State of Play’. I try to rewatch it every three to six months, scheduling it in like a dental check-up. There is in fact a big screen adaptation of the same story, starring a then-hot Ben Affleck and Eternal Queen of the World Rachel McAdams that came out in 2009, but I’m here to talk about the BBC originale.

I’ll skimp on the plot bc it twists and turns more than my stomach after I’ve had full dairy milk, but here’s the main thrust: a young kid gets shot on the streets of London the same morning as a young political researcher falls (or gets pushed hmmm) under a train. They’re connected by a single phone call. The researcher is discovered to be having an affair with her boss, who happens to be an MP. A conspiracy is introduced that may involve all of them, the British govt and a shady oil company. Enter stage left the scruffy maverick journalist and his team trying to find the truth. Have I whetted your appetite yet?

Now here’s the reason this particular series was floating around in my subconscious. On Monday multiple Australian newspapers ran redacted articles and documents on their covers, as part of a campaign called Your Right To Know. They were all heavily edited and asking the same question: ’When government keeps the truth from you, what are they covering up?’, as well as my personal favourite ‘News restrictions. Secrecy. Jail terms for journalists and whistleblowers. It couldn’t happen in Australia? It’s happening now.’ This exact same thing happens in State of Play. Now this isn’t by any means a political website (lol, blog) and I’m not here to make it one, but hopefully we can all agree that press suppression is Bad, and holding the govt to account, plus questioning their decision-making and actions is Good. We all know the govt (and practically all govts around the world) do some Questionable Things. Things that we don’t, and probably won’t know about for a number of years, if ever. Despite whatever political beliefs you subscribe to, when it comes to govt cover ups I dare u to try watching the masterpiece of cinema ‘Enemy of the State’ and come out of it not being slightly paranoid and mad about the unknown powers our or any political authority may have.

But getting back to the current issue. Since 2002, there have been 75 pieces of federal legislation have been introduced, intending to protect the public from national security threats but their purpose is essentially to stop the public from knowing what the Federal Government is doing. Journalists are being targeted, raided and silenced. We all know press suppression always starts before the really bad shit hits the fan.

To cap off the dystopian nightmare our country is falling into, new research has revealed  87 per cent of Australians value a free and transparent democracy only 37 per cent believe this is happening in Australia today. Love!! this!! for!! us!!

The issue of press freedom is constantly raised in State of Play, over 15 years ago. Fortunately British reporters are more protected than they are here in Australia where they have no constitutional safeguards, while in the UK journos are protected under the Human Rights Act. They're not perfect but it’s a more than our own country has done. 

A scene plays out in State of Play which is what I’m sure (I mean, hopefully) went down in the newsrooms of the Sydney Morning Herald, Daily Telegraph and countless others earlier this week - an editor runs a redacted front page calling attention to a huge issue - in this case Bill Nighy’s superb Cameron Foster is targeting the UK govt over their dealings w an oil company. He runs the headline ‘The story we can’t show you. Because Westminster have gagged us. Ask U-Ex Oil why. Ask your MP why.’ It’s a deafening threat to their foes in Westminster and basically a declaration: whether you try to bury the story or not, there’s no way it’s not getting out. Later we see the final story being printed and delivered, uncensored to readers - a victory for the fourth estate’s triumph over government might.

The show was written by Paul Abbott, who has his own fascinating and tragic backstory and directed by the man who helmed the last four Harry Potter films (and two spin-offs), David Yates. 

Beyond the plot, the series tackles issues of class, race (a black kid is killed in the opening scene and subsequently profiled as a drug user despite there being no evidence to support the theory), and adultery, (don’t get me goddamn started on this sub-plot) while examining the personal repercussions that come with reporters - or anyone finding a story and sticking to their guns on it. That’s not to mention characters becoming completely desensitised to the death and destruction that follow them. One of the most fascinating exchanges in the series is between a police officer and a reporter. One refers to the events around them as a case, with real lives and people involved, the other a story that has a deadline, damn the consequences. It’s clear then the price for exposing the worst of humanity is to lose some of your own. 

John Simm is our leading man, the aforementioned scruffy journalist Cal McAffrey. Boardwalk Empire’s - or Nanny McPhee and Trainspotting depending on your vintage - Kelly McDonald is his fellow lead reporter Della, seemingly the everywoman among the occasional madness, and she has a special place in my heart due to her large number of denim jackets. 

I’d like to also acknowledge to the excellent supporting characters beginning w James McAvoy who gives a spectacularly smarmy yet hot - despite a terrible wardrobe - performance as a journo working for a rival paper who then joins the team. Amelia Bullmore and Benedict Wong round out the main gang of reporters as Westminster correspondents Helen Prager and Pete Cheng. David Morrissey plays the perpetually sad and wounded politician Stephen Collins who is an absolute puzzle. Special mention to Bill Nighy as their editor-in-chief who says things like ‘I’m the sceptical one, so don’t push it Tonto’ and ‘bring us a bottle of red and four glasses’ when confronted with a piece of incriminating evidence. Another shining star is Liz the newsroom intern who is too good to describe here but is possibly the best part of the entire series and gets away with the best lines (excluding ‘ole Bill).

I kept an article that talked about State of Play and other smilier films and series on my cork board for about seven years, till the paper got yellowed and fragile. It described the tactics the journos in State of Play use as ’..Like a road map of the horrors of modern British journalism: phone-tapping, withholding evidence, more lies than the News of the World. And these are done by the good guys; the people they go after are murderers.’

In short: I’m never going to be able to describe all the ways I love this show, but for now I say: watch it. Watch it for six hours of absolutely cracking television, the character arcs, the terrible 2003 fashion choices, for Bill Nighy, for young James McAvoy. But most of all watch it bc you’ll see what’s going on right now reflected in every action and every scene. When characters are arrested in their newsroom, intimidated by both politician and policemen alike think of what’s going on rn in our dang country. When Cal protects his anonymous sources remember that Australia’s shield laws  are still quite limited the it comes to preventing journalists from being charged over naming confidential informants. And most of all when the team are pressured into dropping the story by the higher-ups, think of the blacked out papers we all picked up on Monday morning when our press agencies decided to ask ‘what are they covering up?’

As Cameron says ‘Big day. Big story. Big hitters.’

[kewltie]

pls pls, gimme courtesan!deku set in edo period. 

where deku’s family has been serving bakugou house for generations and they grew up side by side but an accident took inko’s life and had deku sold into a pleasure house. the childhood friends were then separated but never forgot each other even as deku grew up and is train to be courtesan. 

deku never truly accepted his fate and is always dreaming of a world beyond the gates of this ‘floating city’ where he can never step out of it again. now, his life is in the hand of those who buy and barter his body... but deku is also a terribly BAD courtesan bc he is just really clumsy, awkward and bad at the whole subtle seduction thing. when he started training and learning the arts of the courtesan everybody realize how hopeless he is and normally that mean they would have drop him from the training but he work so hard on it bc even when he doesn’t want this fate deku can see the value and effort of these men and women who make a good thing out of bad position and they have a strong sense of pride in their job even as society dismissed them for their occupation. these people of the pleasure house (from the owner, the servants, and the other courtesans) become a sort of make shift family for deku and he loves them so much and wants to make them proud bc they could have dropped him anytime and sell him somewhere else bc he’s SO BAD GUYS SOOOO BAD AT THIS. but they love his kind heart and this shy kid who is so determine and stubborn that they knew they couldn’t give him away. 

SO YEA HE SET HIS SIGHT ON BEING THE BEST COURTESAN EVER FOR HIS ‘FAMILY’ W/O ACTUALLY WANTING HAVING TO ACTUALLY SLEEP WITH PPL which his master (the one who is training him and also the number one in their pleasure house) is like LOL cute, BUT YOU WISH KID. his master is always constantly worry about him bc how is he going to fare in this super competitive and harsh reality of the courtesan’s world if he refuse to take a costumer for the night but as he grew older and into himself, surprisingly he got a lot of suitors bc for all his terrible efforts at being the best courtesan (lacking all the grace, skills, and finesse of the job) his quiet sincerity and warm heart won a lot of people over. so 6 months before deku’s official debut as a courtesan which mean deku is going to have to take customers (which he had been dreading) and someone is going to buy his official first night. 

during this time that deku is training to be a courtesan, bakugou had been searching for deku for a long looooong time, never forgetting the boy with the green eyes. so bakugou is the heir to his clan, a daimyos house that is only second to the shogun in military power, prestige, and wealth. he’s loud and abrasive but man does he get shit done and is always fighting with the shogun’s son (todoroki). he is part of the new generation of kids of important figures who are going to reshape japan and as one of the powerhouses that everyone recognize ppl have huge expectations for him so when the rumor of the son of the bakugou clan became smitten with an insignificant courtesan the entirety of the city is in an uproar. 

so bakugou never visit the pleasure quarter bc he’s literally to busy rearranging the political landscape of edo (the old generation are traditional and want to keep it as it is while bakugou and his group of allies want changes and kick the old guard out), for his birthday they dragged him to to pleasure quarter for the first time and that’s where he bump into deku again. even all these years that they haven’t met as soon as red and green eyes meet, they instantly recognized each other. to bakugou’s horror the clumsy and useless childhood friend of his is a courtesan in training and much to deku’s eternal embarrassment he doesn’t want to face bakugou like this SO HE RAN.  

bakugou eventually find him again in his pleasure house but bc deku is still a trainee he can’t ask for deku personally so he pay for deku’s master instead so deku HAS TO BE THERE. and the first time they actually meet deku is so frustrated with tears by all bakugou’s effort to see him bc he wants bakugou to forget about him cuz he’s going to debut soon and he can’t have any past attachments, that he punch bakugou in the face when bakugou started yelling at him for running away DESPITE THEM MEETING AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 10 YEARS. 

which hilariously freak deku’s master out bc deku just punched the future head of the bakugou’s clan and the man who will become 2nd to the shogun. it did not calm deku’s master down when bakugou rises up and tackles deku to the floor and the next thing everyone see is the two of them wrestling like children until people start to pry them apart. the owner was told about all the commotions and came to apologize and about to send deku away bc obviously deku was the source of all the problem but bakugou level the owner a glare so ruthless it could cut a man down more than half his size. “if you dare touch deku and remove him from my side, i’ll rip this place to it bare bones to find him.” which is a dedication as any. 

deku’s master is number one oiran in their house for a reason and told everyone to leave so the two can have a conversation in private which is never given bc bakugou is a costumer and deku is still a trainee and he’s NOT SUPPOSE TO BE ALONE W/ ANYONE let alone w/ a costumer. but everyone understood that this is important to deku so they let him have it. 

with that time and space they managed to talk about their lost time and how deku got where he is now. deku admits that this isn’t the world he had dream of but he’s happy here with the ppl loves and cares for him and that they are his family now so bakugou doesn’t have to worry anymore he’s fine so bakugou can let him go now. bakugou is silent and eventually depart with the promise of coming back again to visit much to deku’s surprise???? he honestly thought that was the end of it bc bakugou had found him and know that deku is fine so why does he continue to be bother with deku anymore???!!! 

so bakugou keep on going back to the pleasure quarter to visit deku and deku’s master play the interim by being the courtesan that bakugou’s request so he can see and talk to deku. the months come fast and hard and bakugou and deku slowly rebuilt their friendship till maybe something more but this also mean deku’s debut is coming closer and closer and deku will have to spend the night with someone. so even though deku’s heart belong to someone else he is going to give his body to another and that break his heart. he keeps it quiet and doesn’t tell bakugou so when his debut arrived and his pleasure house got a lot of efforts but with the help of his master, deku is guarantee to have a familiar face for his first night bc his master had arranged one of his regular customers to buy deku’s first night. this customer is someone deku had seen often enough while serving his master and they built a camaraderie b/t them that deku thinks he doesn’t mind it so much bc at least he knows the man will be gentle and kind to deku. 

so when the night of his debut came, deku is mentally and emotionally prepare for it but also dreading it bc the one person he wanted isn’t beyond these doors. when he first step through and doesn’t see the face of the costumer his master had arranged but it turned out to be bakugou he is so shocked that he dropped to floors and cried. “hey, you’re going to ruin your make up and your master will yell at me for making you cry again,” bakugou murmurs as he crouch down next to deku’s trembling form. 

apparently all of this was secretly arranged by the owner and deku’s master bc they love him so MUCH and was prepare to take a dent in payment if it mean deku was happy but bakugou had no qualm about throwing a fuckton of money buy deku’s first night. 

“why are you here?” deku asks, once he’d stopped crying. 

“bc if i didn’t pay for you nobody else would,” he grumbles as though DEKU IS HUGELY UNPOPULAR (which is a lie, there were a lot of offers but bakugou beat them to it lol). 

anyway, they are still navigating the minefield of their feelings for each other so deku’s first night as an official courtesan??? THEY PLAYED CARDS AND GO ALL NIGHT LONG bc bakugou knows their first time won’t be force like this where deku’s emotion run high and he’s still a nervous wreck about it. 

so from then on deku became a courtesan and is allow to take costumers now but!!! bakugou never let that happen. incidentally deku became the number 1 courtesan in his pleasure house after his master retire solely on the fact that of all the money bakugou invested in keeping deku from other costumers lololol. he quickly rises in rank in the pleasure quarter bc of it and became famous as the oiran exclusively owned is by the bakugou katsuki. 

bakugou keep going to pleasure quarter to visit deku and since he can’t always leave his job behind he often bring his work when he’s spending a time or night w/ deku. which means deku become privy to the politics of the imperial court, underground rebellion against the shogun, and missions bakugou has to undertake and in doing so deku offer his advice and insight for bakugou which HELPS him tremendously bc deku spent more than half his life in this pleasure quarter so he knows all the best gossip and piece of information that flow in and out of the pleasure house and has all the shady connections bc how much ppl in there adore and are friendly to him. outside the pleasure quarter bakugou may be some one of import but here in this ‘floating city of hedonstice sins’ deku reigns supreme. 

idk what happen next but im assuming that bakugou despite many LOUD protests from his inner family decide to buy deku out of his pleasure house and bring him outside where he hadn’t step foot in for a looooooong long time, bringing deku’s connections and knowledge of the seedy underbelly of edo with hi. bakugou eventually take him as spouse after a lot of trials and hurdles bc YOU CAN’T MARRY A FORMER PROSTITUTE WHICH BAKUGOU DISAGREE BC HE CAN DO WHAT THE FUCK HE EVER WANTS AND ALSO DEKU HAD ONLY TAKEN ONE COSTUMER ALL HIS ENTIRE LIFE AND WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO AS LONG AS BAKUGOU’S BREATHING. 

so this is the story of how a prostitute became the spouse of one of the greatest figures of japan and the close personal friend of the emperor (i also assume deku wold eventually meet todoroki and they get along like a house on fire that bakugou get so pissed whenever he has to think about it lol). 

#bakudeku #not!fic #whenever i think of deku decked out in full traditional oiran's attire #my mouth get wet and my hands get clammy he'll be so PRETTY OMG #courtesan au

[thepoetdraws]

i hope this doesn’t sound rude or anything but i’ve been following your art progress for a while and i just wanted to comment on just how much you’ve improved these last couple of years. even though your stuff has always been amazing to me i still feel like you’ve come leaps and bounds from where you started and i’m really proud of you for it. you really inspire me to keep at my own art and i just wanted to thank you for that.

That’s not rude AT ALL, it’s a completely lovely thing to say! Thank you so much. My learning over the past- wow, year and three, four months now? Since I got my wacom? (Think I started around Jan 2017…) Has been a source of a lot of joy for me. 

Here’s more backstory than I bet you wanted (under a cut bc loooong): 

I drew a ton when I was in my teens. I was constantly filling up notebooks, mostly with manga art and little silly cartoons about me and my friends. I wasn’t great, but I wasn’t terrible. I shared them with my loved ones and made them laugh, and drawing made me happy. 

Then I got depressed. Really depressed. My perfectionist tendencies went through the roof and most of my energy went to things that were Absolutely Necessary. I distinctly remember being in my first or second year of uni and dusting off my sketch pad for the first time in months and months- because this used to make me happy, right? I used to enjoy this? And ending in tears an hour later because the lines wouldn’t come out like I wanted and everything looked terrible. It was too frustrating. I didn’t draw a thing for about 5 years. I didn’t write for fun. I did career-building-work-study-related-activities or slept. 

Eventually things got bad enough that circumstances forced me to got help. Nothing happens quickly, of course, but after two-ish years of gradually improving, I woke up one day and… Bought a totally frivolous video game. And played it. Beginning to end. And loved it. 

And then when it was finished, I didn’t want that feeling to end, so I went to look for fanfiction of the game. There wasn’t a lot of it. “Well,” I said to myself, “I guess I have to write it then.” So I did. I sat down and wrote 50,000 words in a month and had more fun than I’d had in years. 

By the time I finished that, ao3 readers had directed me to Tumblr where the Fandom Was Happening, and I got to see the amazing fanart that exists in droves on this platform. “I could maybe do that,” I thought to myself. Part of my brain screeched at me that it would be terrible and stressful, but I wanted to try. 

It came out badly. It looked wrong. But… Then I shared it with an online fandom friend that I had made and they said kind things about it. So I bought a sketch pad and drew another piece. It was a bit better. And another. I got brave and posted a picture of my art. People were friendly again. This is fun, I remember thinking, and this third piece is so much better than my first! 

Three months later, I invested in a tablet. I’d always wanted to try digital art. And then I started this art blog. Every single time I went to post something, I’d have to fight through my JerkBrain wailing at me that it was terrible, that I would look back on it and hate it, and that everyone would laugh at me. I knew intellectually that Practice Is Necessary and you have to first be bad at something in order to become good at it, but try telling that to Depression LOL. 

But you know what? The more I posted, the easier it got. “This one isn’t great,” I would think, “but I like having a record of what I tried to do, and it makes me feel good to have a benchmark for progress later”. People gave me really useful feedback and help or directed me to resources that helped me learn. And most of all, nothing bad happened. I drew something! It was shit! And it was fine. Sometimes things had to be just finished instead of complete, and that was okay. I didn’t have a panic attack. The sky didn’t fall. I just… Drew something that wasn’t great, learned, and moved forward. This shouldn’t be monumental or significant, but for me, it shifted the earth. 

Tl;dr: when people say something like, “wow, you were Not That Great before but you have become Much Better!”, it makes me want to crow with happiness. Because I’m still not that good at art and learning new things every day, but guess what? I can still enjoy drawing. This is a freedom that I was never, ever allowed to have while I dragged myself around under the shitty yoke of depression. 

Let us all go forth and be bad at things!! 

P.S. I still have bad days ofc, but eh, so does everybody. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#asks #about me

[catastrothicc]

one of these days i'll make a coherent intro post, however *bts vc* not today !!  hello and welcome to johnny's world where we're shit @ introductions and even worse at consistency. honestly i cant stick to shit someone assist. anyways ! i bring the last piece of the puzzle rocky, who for some unfathomable reason wasn't taken ?? and i cried ?? fate. uh right i'm 19 and i never fkcing learned how to read. mdt timezone. them/they pronouns. continue under the read more to kill some brain cells !! 

tw: physical and mental abuse/manipulation, drugs/alcohol and death/murder. 

here's his soundtrack if u wanna listen while u read 

DON'T DWELL ON THE PAST // ( i'm not even sure if i'm sticking to this [ looks @ admins nervously ] so things might change up if it doesn't fall w/ the right timeline. ) ( forgive the length the muse is real )

born on october 31st, 1995 ( happy halloween ) in deadtree, rocky was an entirely healthy baby received with much love by his mother and with some hesitance by his father. all he knew was how to shit and cry and life was a paradise, until eventually the months started rolling by that became three years and his mother was in a freak car accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down and with a bad case of major head trauma. 

rocky still firmly believes that she woke up from her coma by god's will even if her basic executive function skills and self-regulations were gone. she had to be taken care of just like him, and the doctor's promised she'd learn to eat on her own again and her speech problems would regulate. this... did not happen. maybe it would've, if she had lived longer, but rocky never got to see the day when he didn't have to help his mom bathe or brush her hair. 

his dad was the only source of income in the household besides his mom's monthly pension that the man would take and then disappear for days. he was bitter about having to raise rocky all on his own and even more bitter about the hefty hospital bills they were going to be paying off for the next several years. all the man wanted to do was laze about with a beer in his hand and a blunt in the other. 

from early on he was prone to anger and it often manifested itself physically, so rocky would always have a bruise or two somewhere on his body. it was fine as long as the man wasn't hurting his mom, and he couldn't do anything else but accept the rough treatment. 

he and his mom were becoming more and more neglected by his father, who only provided the bare minimum to eat and took his wife's pills for himself. rocky was already in school and he was that kid who always got off the bus running to get home. no one knew that he always ran to make sure his mom was okay while he was gone. 

he was nine years old when his dad handed him a bottle of morphine and explained to him that the whole bottle would help his mom get a good night's sleep for once. rocky, knowing how much his mom struggled to rest, took the bottle and put each and every pill in his moms hand and watched her drink them until the last one. she did go to sleep, of course. rocky thought he'd done good until she didn't wake up the next morning. 

he grew incredibly distant from his dad after this. he was already used to taking care of himself and his mom was the only reason he really bothered to make it home early, so after her death he got into every after-school activity he could manage, and when it wasn't enough, he ran around the streets with the older kids and pretended to be *cool*.

he started dabbling with the drug scene really early on in middle school, when he realized that his dad would never strive to be anything else but a piece of shit, so he decided to steal his pills and weed just like the man had stolen his mothers medication. he would sell them to his upperclassmen and never took any for himself because he saw what they could do, though eventually he did weed in high school and besides the occasional dose of ecstasy he doesn't do more than that.

one day, at age seventeen, he went home and his dad was gone. he waited for three weeks before he sold everything and fixed up a small abandoned house that became his new abode. with the cash he'd gotten from the car and the furniture he began growing his own hella dank nug, and eventually there was word on the streets about it. his dad had always been his unaware provider, but soon enough rocky joined a group as a dealer while selling his own stuff on the side.

he didn't want to follow under someone else so he got to the roots and offered the group's providers a better deal and eventually the business was going to him alone. people saw more opportunity with him and they flocked to his side one by one until he ran the original leader to the ground. honestly this kid was hella good in school and just as good in the streets. 

of course it didn't happen without a fight tho so talk about several near-death experiences !! the streets are dangerous children stay in school.

fast forward, he had what he intensely regrets with elaine-- honestly had a good time dating a rich ���good’ girl until he got real bad vibes from her and it wasn't chill anymore. felt real personally attacked that she was ashamed of him and broke it tf off. fuck a fake bitch !! 

( me: plays hero by enrique iglesias for this section ) and then shiloh came ! his lord and savior. his fkcing BAE. would do ANYTHING for this boy is2g makes me so emo i'm shAKING just thinking about it. rocky truly believes this boy is his soul mate. he loves him so much oh my godfjsdh.

at this point his drug ring wasn't at all what it is now. it was relatively small and the profits weren't all that good but he was doing what he could. he had steady members who had been with him since the start and shiloh became an addition along with his best girl giselle and (eventually) barbara. honestly the dream squad nothing could stop them they were invisible. unfortunately there was a snake in their ranks and goddamn he's glad she showed herself honestly good fucking riddance barbie. he felt real betrayed after she left but if anything he thinks it made his crew tighter and stronger. still hates tht bitch tho afTER EVERYTGIH HE DID FOR HER.

( to be 10/10 honest tho rocky is a manipulative bastard and he thinks he's real slick but barbie caught on and he feels extremely attackt )

anyways so knowing that shiloh and giselle are his tru ride or die pals ( 👀 @ giselle ) the business continues and they're still the dream squad. sure they're doing shady af things and they've always been doing them but u kno what they say there ain't no rest for the wicked !! 

he didn't at all like the fact tht shiloh pursued an internship w/ the mulani family but he tried to keep it chill because he loves and supports his bae but honestly could not do it. he doesn't personally pay too many visits to sycamore city precisely bc he goddamn loathes the mulani and moon families after all they've done to his people ( esp the moon’s ) and to think shiloh was getting involved w/ them really tested him as a person. he fcking failed because of how much shiloh wanted a pass into the city and rocky held him back but he's so goddamn proud of their love like damn. he knows he doesn't offer everything shiloh wants but he's out here tryin' his best to get his bae the life he deserves even if he's the worst street rat and everybody knows it. 

( what is he secretly doing w/ all tht money tho hmmm ) 

BABY RIDE WITH ME // in regards to the *gollum vc*  precious ( the ring )

just so the squad and ex-squad can get a feel of how rocky runs the ring i'm includin' this here

so rocky makes it a point to be an approachable leader whom you can go to with your problems and he'll have your back 100%. honestly everyone's dad there's no one left out. he keeps his status as the leader not by cruel acts to show what happens to rats but by making sure he's understood by each individual member. he's not the violent type at all unless someone really tests him but this guy preaches that people understand by words and acts of kindness not by violence and torture. he needs loyalty above all else so he offers a safe sanctuary to anyone who needs it. it comes with a price ofc but all he asks is that u do ur job and he'll keep u off the streets. basically in his group everyone has each other's backs and he's involved with everyone, not only because it helps him keep close tabs on everything but because that blanket of safety for his members is very important to him. 

when it comes to his dealers he basically lets them do things their own way as long as they're not out there hurting innocent people. he pays by commission so it's really up to the dealers how much they wanna sell and who they wanna sell it to. he doesn't force his own morals onto his peeps so if they wanna sell to junkies who are gonna overdose on their next hit then that's really up to them. he just tries to guide them by telling em' the right things to do even in a shady business like their own. 

w/ that being said shiloh is also a huge part of it, being his right hand man and all. rocky isn't all too meticulous or anything fancy like that, so he leaves a lot of decisions up to shiloh and honestly they're both huge dads just running a drug ring fjsiudhfgi 

HE KNOWS HE'S SO FUCKING TALENTED // regarding his personality 

rocky is a cocky piece of shit honestly i hate it but best concept

he genuinely thinks so highly of himself ?? even though he knows he's up to Some Shit ??

anyways i just wanted to mention that LMAO but find his full list of attributes here that i jst ctrl c ctrl v from the app. honestly will tell u all about his personality. thanks for reading this long ass, terribly structured, shitty shitty intro honestly u.... deserve a medal if u got thru it. is it too late to mention tht english is not my first language fhsuidfh 

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