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genshingorlsrevengeance · 1 year

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(Genshin Impact) Rosaria, Shenhe, Eula, Beidou, and Hu Tao reacting to Reader being romantically dense

No one requested this, rewatching Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury inspired this. For reference, this is Reader's stance on dating/marriage that they tell the gals.

Rosaria stops drinking from her mug the moment she processes what (Y/N) says.

(Rosaria) "...What?"

(Y/N) "If I'm going on dates when I'm married, I'd be cheating on them!"

She stares at (Y/N) in utter disbelief.

(Rosaria) "Just what exactly do you think getting married entails?"

(Y/N) "We say our vows, and we live together...Um...That's it, right?"

(Rosaria) "Oh for Bartabos's sake..."

Rosaria doesn't even know where to begin with this. Too bad she can't get drunk because she needs it right now.

(Rosaria) "Look, dating and marriage aren't completely separate things. You can go on dates with the person you're married to."

(Y/N) "Y-You can?!"

She blinks a few times before sighing loudly and continuing.

(Rosaria) "Yes. Yes you can."

It was kind of cute to hear (Y/N)'s thoughts on romance. Their naivety was endearing. But Archons help her if she ever tried dating them. Was that even possible?

Shenhe tilts her head slightly upon hearing (Y/N)'s statement.

(Shenhe) "Is dating when you're married considered cheating?"

(Y/N) "I think it does, because how can you go on dates with people when you're already with someone?"

Shenhe ponders to herself for a moment.

The gears in Shenhe's head begins working overtime as she connects the dots of all the information (Y/N) has told her about relationships.

When people marry, they stay together. When you date someone, you're looking for someone to stay with. Therefore, if you date while you marry, you don't want to stay with the person anymore. And that's wrong.

(Shenhe) "...That does make sense."

(Y/N) "Right?"

(Shenhe) "Thank you for the information. If I am ever to be wed, I will make sure not to do such a terrible thing."

(Y/N) "You and me both!"

And now, Shenhe and (Y/N) believe this to be true wholeheartedly.

No one had the heart to tell either of them how dating and marriage actually works.

Until The Traveller and Paimon have to sit them down and have a long conversation with them of the workings of relationships, because clearly (Y/N) didn't know any better than Shenhe.

Eula stops completely in her tracks and turns to face S/O, her right eyebrow threatening to fly off in surprise by being raised so high.

(Eula) "Come again?"

(Y/N) "What?"

(Eula) "How is going on dates when you're married cheating?"

(Y/N) "Because you're going on dates with other people, that's hurtful to whoever you're married to!"

(Eula) "And the times people go on dates with their spouse?"

(Y/N) "People do that?"

(Eula) "...(Y/N). You are attending classes on relationship etiquette twice a week starting now."

If she were bolder, she'd date (Y/N) just as an 'example'.

But she had to put her feelings for them aside for now, there was an absolute crisis happening.

And that was (Y/N)'s complete lack of knowledge of what being in a relationship even was.

Eula never thought she'd be grateful for all the things she was forced to learn when she was younger.

Part of her thinks it's kind of endearing (Y/N) was so innocent, but there was a fine line between innocence and complete ignorance.

And honestly, Eula was scared by (Y/N)'s combination of both.

(Beidou) "Say what now?"

(Y/N) "Cheating is wrong, Beidou!"

(Beidou) "No no, I got that part. What was that first thing you said?"

(Y/N) "I can't go on dates when I'm married?"

(Beidou) "Okay, so I heard that right. WHAT?!"

(Y/N) "What's so confusing about that?"

(Beidou) "Confusing? People go on dates all the time when they're married! I don't even date and I know that!"

(Y/N) "H-How are so many people okay with cheating?!"

Beidou's hand goes over her face, her fingers tracing over here eyepatch as she starts laughing.

(Beidou) "Oh you sweet child. (Y/N) people go on dates with the people they married. Well, most of the time anyway."

(Y/N) "How do you know, have you ever been on a date?"

(Beidou) "W-Well, no but-"

(Y/N) "Then how do you know?!"

(Beidou) "Because I have common sense! Okay okay, look. We'll ask around the Crux just so you're not taking my word. HEY, I NEED EVERYONE'S ATTENTION REAL QUICK!"

Beidou and the entire crew of the Crux have to teach (Y/N) how dating and marriage works.

It was...an interesting time for everyone involved, to say the least.

...

(Beidou) "Archons, it took SUCH a long time to get it through them..."

(Ningguang) "...Why exactly are you telling this to me?"

(Beidou) "Because I'm drunk, I need to rant, and you're the closest person."

(Ningguang) sigh

Hu Tao starts laughing when she hears (Y/N)'s stance on dating.

(Hu Tao) "Hah! Oh man, that's a good one!"

(Y/N) "But...I'm serious?"

(Hu Tao) "Whaaaa? Come on now, you gotta be pulling my leg."

She stared at them for a while, before her smile quickly faded.

(Hu Tao) "...Oh my Archons, you're serious."

(Y/N) "Well, yeah! I don't wanna cheat on the person I marry. Shouldn't everyone feel that way about the person they love?"

(Hu Tao) "I think so too, but...dating when married is cheating?"

(Y/N) "Well when you're dating, you're going with different people, right? I can't do that when I'm married."

Hu Tao is silent for a moment before bursting into even harder laughter, confusing (Y/N) even more.

(Y/N) "What exactly is so funny about this?"

(Hu Tao) "Whew, hahaha...! Ow, stomach hurting! A-Anywho, (Y/N) you realizing going on dates and marriage goes hand in hand, right?"

(Y/N) "But how?"

(Hu Tao) "Know what? I'm not the resident expert on this, but I know who would be! Let's go grab Zhongli!"

Hu Tao takes great enjoyment watching (Y/N)'s world on dating come crashing violently down as Zhongli calmly recites how it actually works.

She does her best to chime in to make sure they actually understand as (Y/N) is undergoing a trial of romantic faith and everything they've known is coming into question.

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radioisntdead · 1 month

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(To maybe save our hearts from the angst, how about a cuter idea? could be any gender really and be seen as platonic or not just very vague fluffy fun)

A reader who is similar age to Susan and is the opposite type of old person, a gentle Grandparent who has old person candies at all times. Most importantly however is the only one who can calm Susan's feral chihuahua energy, only when they need to of course.

They play cribbage on weekends, and definitely both chat about the youngins- maybe playfully feud on which is better Knit or Crochet

Good evening my dear! This is a little shorter then I wanted but I did write it in a hair salon, where at the time of posting I'm still in.

Bitter and sweet

Warnings!!!

Cannibalism, Reader is GN but gives off old lady grandma vibes, this is written in little drabbles mainly because I wrote them in an hair salon

Susan had a neighbor, she lived to the left of her house, while Susan's house was more stale and strict appearing her neighbor's was more soft colors, with gnomes outside and a lovely garden filled with all types of hell's flora,

You'd think the two would be at odds but they got along well, going out for tea each day, on weekends they'd go to bingo or play a game of cribbage, although they did get into tiffs about what was better between crochet and knitting, like how crochet is easier for some to pick up with the sole hook, or how knitting uses less yarn then crochet, They were dear friends, and this is some tidbits with them.

You and Susan had opposing aesthetics but that didn't stop the two of you from matching outfits in some way or another, she wore her usual pinkish dress? You were two feet away from her in more brighter attire.

"Kids these days are getting more and more foolish each day, fucking crying in the middle of the streets!"

Susan said, sat on a bench looking across the street at some poor cannibal gal sobbing as her dearest assumingly ended things

When you didn't respond she looked over at you only to see that you were gone,

"Where the hell- [Name]!"

You had dashed over to the gal, swatting at her former lover with your handfan, scolding him for breaking things off in the middle of the streets inside of somewhere private or inside a restaurant as the girl sobbed into your arms,

"Shh, it's alright you deserve better, someone with manners!"

You said patting her back, glaring at the unmannered former lover while Susan groaned from her seat, you just had to butt into other people's business didn't you!

Like she didn't do the same at times.

......

"You uncultured, red-40 looking, bad dental hygiene, modern technology radio man!"

Susan raised her cane to the Radio Deer man, you had just entered Rosie's Emporium for a snack,

"Susan! No! That is terribly rude!"

You shouted dashing over quickly before Susan could do anything, pushing down her cane, while apologizing,

"My apologies! I'll escort her out, here buy yourself something tasty"

You said taking the radio demons hand and placing some money and a few pieces of candy into it before linking an arm with Susan and taking her outside while scolding her as she grumbled, leaving the Radio demon lowkey stunned and missing his mother.

You were how he imagined she would've been if she lived to be elderly.

.....

"For fuck's sake! Why are you in my house?"

Susan shouted as she walked into her kitchen only to see you adorned in an old lady apron chopping away at some vegetables while some type of meat simmered on the stove,

"Making us lunch obviously! I have news about that lovely gal we met on the street a few months ago! She's going steady with my nephew, the one with the good job not the one that's married, and I must tell you what her scandalous ex lover had to say-"

You rambled on, mixing up slang from different decades Susan could care less about the gal who was sobbing on the streets but you seemed to hellbent on telling her about the 'tea' as you called it.

.....

"Susie, let's listen to what the princess has to say before booing her off the stage, this is why she called you an old bitch''

You said linking an arm with Susan before shouting over at Charlie as Rosie pulled her aside,

"My apologies!"

You chased down Charlie at a later date to give her some candies for her troubles with Susan,

You paid visits to the hotel after that, bringing treats for the residents.

....

"Knitting is superior, it uses less yarn then your hook, knitting takes far more skill and that little crochet thing seems easier.''

Susan said knitting a scarf as you sat across from her, crocheting a net.

"Susie, you are my dearest friend and I love you, But I can and will surplex you into a wall if you say that again."

Hearing that while you wore the sweetest smile would strike fear into the average sinner.

......

"Are we thinking barbecue? Grilled? Perhaps baked? Oo I recently picked up some new seasonings we could try!"

You shouted over to Susan as you threw a net at an exorcist pulling them down and stabbing them with an angelic weapon before discarding them to the side to harvest their wings later,

"I don't give a donkeys ass as long as they taste good!"

.....

"Susie?"

"Hm?"

"I'm dying again."

"Don't be dramatic!''

She smacked you gently on the head with her cane as you broke out in laughter, angel wing in your hand and gold around your mouth.

Good evening folks! I am actively dangling Susan around like a keychain, I should invest in a Susan keychain, are Susan keychains a thing???

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #susan & reader #hazbin hotel susan #hazbin susan #hazbin hotel

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xzaddyzanakinx · 23 days

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Part two thoughts on an ani x bpd reader? Like, when things get that bad, does either of them wake the fuck up and realize things need to change? Remorse or guilt? The reader leaving? Ani leaving or falling into a self loathing hole, doing bad stuff again and again whether to himself or reader) and not taking care of himself?

It’s interesting to read some of your takes on BPD relationships, because I obviously have no idea what that’s like, but you do. You can make it seem very addicting, but also very terrifying and unhealthy, depending on which way the pendulum swings (I hope you take that as a compliment. Tone is hard through text. Lol. 😅).

I personally do not believe abuse is justified in any situation, whether you have a disorder or not. There’s lots of ways to deal with feelings without taking it out on someone else. On the other hand, I know some BPD’s have described feeling horrified with themselves after an episode like that, and so I’ve never really known just how much ‘control’ someone has in that moment. Either way, I still believe it’s the person’s responsibility to find a way to deal with it. Nobody deserves to be miserable around them just because they can’t handle something.

Anyway, I kind of went off on a rant. Apologies. Lol. My main request was for a part two of Ani x BPD reader! ❤️🫶✨

Not offended at all bby.

I think after I’m done with stalker!ani I’ll write a fic on this. Just cause so many people have asked about it.

100% BPD X BPD would be a terrible pairing. Coming from me as a bpd gal.

Now, personally, I’ve never physically abused anyone during an episode. But I HAVE done lots of property damage and I also broke my hand when I used a concrete wall as a punching bag. I split a wooden bat at the tip from whacking a fence once.

When it gets that bad, I don’t really remember what I said or did. I just feel really jittery, almost like an extreme caffeine high you know? (Imagine old cartoon character drinking coffee and their whole body vibrates, eyeballs and all)

But if it doesn’t get to that point, which it rarely does now that I’m medicated correctly and have a good support system, I IMMEDIATELY feel regret. Like horrible sorrow. Bpd means big feelings and when I feel regret, which isn’t often, it feels like I’m grieving a death that I’m to blame for.

For the smaller, more snappy or short outbursts:

My mouth works faster than the logical part of my brain that tells me not to say something mean.

Sometimes I catch myself in the middle of saying something awful and then I just have to finish it because the damage is done and I may as well spit it out. Then I’ll lock myself in the bathroom for an hour until I’ve hyped myself up enough to apologize, then I’ll go back to the bathroom until the big feelings from my apology die down. I’ll be quiet, basically selectively mute for the rest of the day and be super irritable.

It’s exhausting. But it’s even more exhausting to have to continually remind myself not to spew the first thing that pops into my head or not to chuck the bag of shredded cheese at the wall because I can’t get the ziploc to open.

It’s so stupid that something so small as getting my hairbrush stuck on a knot in my hair could set me off into a teeth gritting, foot stomp and shriek. Like wtf? That’s embarrassing. But it happens before I can even think about what I’m doing.

The best way I can describe it is: I’m a bratty toddler when it comes to emotional regulation.

But you’re so right tho, your illness doesn’t give you an excuse to be an ass. It just proves the person doesn’t want to put in the work to get better if they use it as a justifying reason.

BPD might cause my reactions, but I’m in charge of my actual actions. Sometimes it takes a long time for them to recognize that though. I’m an adult now, I’m medicated, I’ve spent my fair share of days in the loony bin. Looking back at my teenage self? It’s horrific and sad. For me and everyone around me back then.

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simplysnaps · 5 months

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Sorry if this is a dumb question but as someone who's kinda dreading the career they went to school for (I went for art) and kinda just wants a stable desk job with benefits now: do you have any advice on how someone looks for them? Like, what even IS a desk job? (Again sorry if this is stupid but I have deadass no clue how or where to get a job that's not retail 🥹)

I've gotten a few asks like this, so I figured I'd answer one for everyone. The short answer is: No, I don't have a magic bullet that will land you a desk job making $50k/year with a 401k and benefits. I wish I had an answer, I wish there were safeguards in place that protected everyone from asking a highly unqualified 24-year-old girl for career decisions. I wish you all could get/have what you need. But since y'all asked for my advice, here's what I have to offer. Once again, I am just some girl, I'm not a business-god:

#1: The website I found my job on is https://otta.com/. It's a great place to find jobs in the tech field. It's where I found the job I'm currently working at!

#2: It's easier to find a job when you have a job. I know this seems like old-fashioned advice your racist uncle gives you at Thanksgiving, so lemme reiterate it as a socialist trans girl you follow. This advice is TRUE. You are less desperate and less inclined to make silly decisions/concessions if you're currently employed. Our existing system is literally designed from the ground up to exploit desperate workers who are given the decision to either work or DIE, so yes... In our current system, being employed PERIOD is preferable to not being employed. There will always be someone to work harder for less compensation, so you have to make yourself "worth something" by having additional options. This is fucked, and I wish it weren't the case, but the way to gain "capital" as an employee is to have mobility and options. Be in a position where you're able to tell someone "No, I'm better than that. I'll find something else." If you're not in that position, I'm truly sorry. I wish I had more advice for you. Like I said, I'm not an expert at job-matching, I'm just a girl who's been asked by dozens of people at this point for direction.

#3: Be kind to yourself. If there's anything I've learned in the last year+ of therapy, it's that we have to be kinder to ourselves. None of us are "where we want to be." Trust me, I know. I was in a terribly abusive situation far too recently, but now it feels like such a distant dream. So if you're currently in that position, I have a few things to say to you: Firstly, it gets better. I know that feels like something better-off-people say to us just to make themselves feel better, but I can personally confirm this. Unless you're literally dead, there is the possibility that things get better than they currently are. It can happen. I was once hopeless, thinking life could never get better. Now I'm financially independent with savings and a nice apartment. It's POSSIBLE. If it can happen to me, it can happen to you. Just try to believe it can. Secondly: Be willing to endure the shit jobs until you find a job that you can actually tolerate. Endure/tolerate are two entirely different things. I once endured my job. Now I tolerate it. Do you think I love working customer support? No! But I'm fine with it! I like it some days! That's what's important! Just... not wanting to unalive yourself at the end of the day!

#4 is for the folks who can MOVE: I can't relate to this one as an asthma disabled gal, but I have heard that it's quite simple to "sell your body" for money. This isn't sex work, it's actually factory/shipping work. If you're able-bodied and can work exhausting hours, maybe consider a job at a FedEx joint, or an Amazon warehouse. Like I said, this isn't advice for getting a great job, it's advice for getting enough money to survive. If you are physically able to lift/move stuff without collapsing/dying, maybe consider this option! It is grueling and draining, but it pays a fat check for the damages. This isn't ideal for the long-term, but can serve you well for a hot minute if you have the physical health to survive it.

#5: Just hang in there. You're beautiful, and I know everything feels like hell at the moment, but please trust me as someone who's been there that it can get better. It did get better. Someday, everything you're enduring will be a story you tell your loved ones, a tale of what you used to endure. It will show them where you came from, but it won't be where you are. You can beat this. You will beat this. I know you can, because I truly believed I was doomed to my place in the world. I hope you understand that I'm not a grifter, I'm not trying to sell you a magic solution to your problems. I'm openly admitting that I cannot help you. But what I can offer is a promise that it can get better. Not that it will, but that it can. And that's worth pushing through, right? I know it can, and I know it will. The alternative is death, which is oblivion anyway. That means, statistically, it must get better! Otherwise it'll be "nothing," which is null and void!

So get out there, champs! Or hang in there! Either, or! Try to focus on #1, it's the most important! I love you all.

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punkkfiction · 1 year

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Howard... I hate you so much for leaving me here, sometimes I hope you die. I'm sorry. I feel awful admitting that, but it's the truth. I was curious about other men. I'm sure you don't want to hear about a stranger satisfying your wife, and I swear it was only once. It was a mistake. It wasn't him that I wanted. I know that now. And I wish things could just go back to the way they were before, but I don't see how they could, not after the things I've done. Oh, Howard. I realize how this all must sound. Honestly, there was a time I was flattered to have someone as handsome as you pine over me. You're such a good person. I know that. I made sure to always be mindful with your heart. I never wanted you to feel jealous. It's an awful feeling like a rot, the way it just twists and turns at your insides. I know that aching so well. I feel it. Whenever I see others whose lives come easy because the truth is, I'm not really a good person. The reason I kept my eyes to the ground around other men was never to avoid hurting you. It's because I understood how lucky I was to have your attention. I may be a poor farm girl, Howard, but I'm not stupid. I spotted you the moment you came to live with us. You worked hard like the other farmhands, but you were different. You're from somewhere. A nice, comfortable place that you could return to whenever you wanted. I'm so desperate to have that. All my life, I've wanted off this farm and you were my ticket out. So... I made sure to never let you see who I really was. It worked like a charm, too. Then when you finally brought me back to your home to meet your family, it was just as I hoped. A life straight out of the pictures. At least that's what it felt like to me. And you didn't want it. You just wanted to stay here on our farm, and that made me so angry. How could you? I'm certain you knew I hated it, you must've. How could you be so selfish and cruel after all I've done to make you happy? I was even pregnant with your baby. I never wanted to be a mother. I loathed the feeling of it growing inside me. It felt like sickness. Pulling and sucking on me like some needy animal in a barn. How could I be responsible for another life? Life terrifies me. It's harsh, and bleak, and draining. I was so relieved when it died. It was one less weight keeping me trapped here, but then the war came and you left me, too. Why did you leave me, Howard? I hate feeling like this. So pathetic. Do people like you ever feel this way? I figure you don't. You seem so perfect all the time. Lord must've been generous to you. He never answers any of my prayers. I don't know why. What did I do? What is wrong with me? Please, just tell me so maybe I can get better. I don't want to end up like Mama. I want to be dancing up on the screen like the pretty gals in the pictures. I want what they have so badly, to be perfect, to be loved from as many people as possible to make up for all my time spent suffering. Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night and the fear washes over me, 'cause what if this is it? What if this is right where I belong? I'm a failure. I'm not pretty or naturally pleasant, or friendly. I'm not smart, or funny, or confident. I'm exactly what Mama said I was, weak. I don't know why. What did I do? Why wasn't my family like yours? I hate what it feels like to be me and not you. I'm so scared that when you finally come home, you'll see me and be frightened like everyone else is. I know what I've done, the bad things, terrible, awful, murderous things. I regret them now, but I liked how they felt. I wish I didn't, but I did. At first, it was only animals smaller than myself. Nothing with feelings. Nothing that could hurt me back. It felt good. Killing's easier than you think, till recently with Mama and the boy from the picture house. They were different. They were more meaningful. I hurt them so they too might know what it feels like to suffer, but poor Daddy didn't deserve that. I wish I hadn't done what I did. Mama meant well. She had a hard life. She only wanted a home to feel safe in. I can see that. I thought I hated her, but I just want to feel safe, too. Lord... I made such a mess of things. I don't know how much more I can take. I need to clean this up. All of it. I need to make things right before you see me again. Maybe if I can turn this farm into a home for us like you wanted, things will finally be different. I can forgive. I can be who you want me to be if you'll just stay with me. Would you do that, please? I can't be all by myself anymore. It's too hard. We can love each other. I'll do that for you if you really meant all that "till death do us part." It'd be enough, just you and me here on this farm. All I really want is to be loved. I'm having such a hard time without it lately.

https://www.reddit.com/r/A24/comments/yayt28/the_pearl_monologue/

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psycho-king · 8 months

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Howard... I hate you so much for leaving me here, sometimes I hope you die. I'm sorry. I feel awful admitting that, but it's the truth. I was curious about other men. I'm sure you don't want to hear about a stranger satisfying your wife, and I swear it was only once. It was a mistake. It wasn't him that I wanted. I know that now. And I wish things could just go back to the way they were before, but I don't see how they could, not after the things I've done. Honestly, there was a time I was flattered to have someone as handsome as you pine over me. You're such a good person. I made sure to always be mindful with your heart. I never wanted you to feel jealous. It's an awful feeling like a rot, the way it just twists and turns at your insides. I know that aching so well. I feel it whenever I see others whose lives come easy because the truth is, I'm not really a good person. All my life, I've wanted off this farm and you were my ticket out. So... I made sure to never let you see who I really was. It worked like a charm. Then when you finally brought me to your home to meet your family, it was just as I hoped. A life straight out of the pictures. And you didn't want it. You just wanted to stay here on our farm, and that made me so angry. How could you? I'm certain you knew I hated it, you must've. How could you be so selfish and cruel after all I've done to make you happy? I was even pregnant with your baby. I never wanted to be a mother. I loathed the feeling of it growing inside me. It felt like sickness. Pulling and sucking on me like some needy animal in a barn. How could I be responsible for another life? Life terrifies me. It's harsh, and bleak, and draining. I was so relieved when it died. It was one less weight keeping me trapped here, but then the war came and you left me, too. Why did you leave me, Howard? I hate feeling like this. So pathetic. Do people like you ever feel this way? I figure you don't. You seem so perfect all the time. Lord must've been generous to you. He never answers any of my prayers. I don't know why. What did I do? What is wrong with me? Please, just tell me so maybe I can get better. I don't want to end up like Mama. I want to be dancing up on the screen like the pretty gals in the pictures. I want what they have so badly, to be perfect, to be loved from as many people as possible to make up for all my time spent suffering. Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night and the fear washes over me, 'cause what if this is it? What if this is right where I belong? I'm a failure. I'm not pretty or naturally pleasant, or friendly. I'm not smart, or funny, or confident. I'm exactly what Mama said I was, weak. I don't know why. What did I do? Why wasn't my family like yours? I hate what it feels like to be me and not you. I'm so scared that when you finally come home, you'll see me and be frightened like everyone else is. I know what I've done, the bad things, terrible, awful, murderous things. I regret them now, but I liked how they felt. I wish I didn't, but I did. At first, it was only animals smaller than myself. It felt good. Killing's easier than you think, till recently with Mama and the boy from the picture house. They were different. They were more meaningful. I hurt them so they too might know what it feels like to suffer, but poor Daddy didn't deserve that. I wish I hadn't done what I did. Mama meant well. She had a hard life. She only wanted a home to feel safe in. I thought I hated her, but I just want to feel safe, too. Lord... I made such a mess of things. I don't know how much more I can take. I need to clean this up. I need to make things right before you see me again. Maybe if I can turn this farm into a home for us like you wanted, things will finally be different. I can forgive. I can be who you want me to be if you'll just stay with me. Would you do that, please? I can't be all by myself anymore. It's too hard. We can love each other. I'll do that for you if you really meant all that "till death do us part." It'd be enough, just you and me here. All I really want is to be loved.

#pearl #pearl 2022 #pearl a24 #pearl monologue #bpd #mia goth #sadness #quotes #films #cinema

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kingkikiu · 1 year

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#pearl #a24 #pearl a24 #pearl 2022 #x #ti west

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sery-chan-13 · 24 days

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Together

Tanner x Reader!

Warnings: Swearing

I love him sm and yeah I wanna make a part two to this maybe sooo

There were many things you could say you loved about District 10.

The fresh air, getting to care for the animals, getting to walk through the streets, sewing up clothes, and most of all you loved one boy that made District 10 seem like the best place on earth.

It was early in the morning and you looked at your list of clients and the clothing you had to make or fix. The things that needed to be fixed were waiting in neat folded piles while the fabric was thrown messily. You sighed. You were just upset about how one dress was turning out and destroyed your usually neat work station.

None of these had to be done for a couple of weeks, so you decided to start a bit later. They would understand. Especially with what was happening today. You walked out of your small home, and headed over to where the cattle was.

"Well good mornin' gals, ain't you all as pretty as a picture," you giggled, sitting on one of the wooden bars for the fence.

Some of the cows came over, and you smiled, reaching out to pet them.

"Well you're out early this mornin'," you heard a voice behind you say.

You jumped and almost fell off the fence if you hadn't caught yourself by wrapping your legs around the post.

"Oh, sorry I thought you heard me," he said.

"Yeah my bad I wasn't payin' attention. Good mornin' Tanner," you smiled.

You felt butterflies rise in your stomach as you tried to keep a friendly, not blushing and flustered, face.

He leaned against the fence post and then hopped up on it, sitting next to you.

The light from the sun was starting to get really bright, covering the expanse of the fields with its golden light. A comfortable silence sat between the two of you as you both watched the sun rise.

The silence was interrupted by one of the cows mooing.

You both laughed, and you looked over at him.

He smiled, "Well... this was a lovely way to spend the mornin' of such a terrible day."

You looked down.

It was reaping day.

"Sorry I didn't meant to ruin-" he stammered out, trying to fix the situation.

"It's ok... I mean, it's our last year. We'll be ok," you smiled.

Part of you wanted to tell him how you felt. This was the perfect time to do so. The years of pining and crushing it could all come to a close right now.

But you said nothing.

Looking down you noticed a rip in his vest.

"What happened there?" You asked gently grabbing the fabric.

"Oh probably from it getting caught somewhere at the slaughterhouse," he shrugged.

"Hey don't mention that in front of the girls," you giggled, petting one of the cows that came up to you. "I can fix it... it's awful pretty."

He shot you a smile and nodded.

You hopped off the fence and beckoned him to follow back to your house.

Most people would be in shock of a girl who was freshly 18 living by herself, but the truth was that was the situation for most people in the districts. Your pa had died when you were young in the war, and your Ma died because she got sick about two years ago.

He awkwardly shuffled in and you had to stop yourself from laughing.

"Come on this ain't your first time in here," you laughed, leading him back to your sewing room.

He took off the vest, handing it to you. Most people thought that they should dress nice to head to town square, but there were many people who knew that dressing nice did nothing. Maybe a good impression, but in the end who cared what impression you left on the Capitol if you couldn't run or fight in your outfit.

As long as there were no stains and your clothes didn't smell, you would be fine.

Yet you wanted to look nice.

"I washed it up I guess Ma's pesterin' finally got to me," he joked, watching as you expertly wove your needle in and out.

When you finished it's like the rip was never there.

"There ya are, good as new," you said, handing it over.

He put it on with a smile.

"Well... d'ya wanna walk together?"

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When Tanner left you on the girls side, you almost started to panic. There was a pit in the bottom of your stomach that was making you feel ill.

Your mayor got up and gave a small speech about the Hunger Games.

You weren't listening.

You weren't listening until his name was called. You looked up, your eyes scanning, hoping you had just heard wrong. You weren't listening so maybe it was someone else, oh gods let it be someone else.

But it wasn't.

You watched as Tanner slowly made his way up to the stage, some peacekeepers shoving him to walk faster.

How cruel. You felt like you were going to throw up as he locked eyes with you. You could tell he was scared. Nervous. But the cold expression on his face made it seem like he was just fine.

"And the female tribute for District 10... is..."

You watched as their hand went through the papers in the bowl, grabbing one slip out.

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

A gasp and chatter arose through the crowd.

You swear your blood froze in your veins, your heart stopped beating and your brain stopped thinking.

You wanted to cry.

But instead you walked through the crowd up to the stage.

But apparently too slow as peacekeepers began to shove you. You got to the stairs and got pushed again, making you trip. An arm wrapped around you, helping you up.

Tanner helped you across the stage.

You stared out into the crowd and began to smooth your skirts.

Why did you wear this?

Oh right, you were confident you wouldn't have your name called.

The two of you were dragged and you felt his hand grab yours. He was trying to comfort you, but that comfort was quickly ripped away when you were grabbed and thrown into somewhere.

"Well don't fuckin' throw her-"

You heard a grunt and the doors slam shut leaving you both in

"Did they stick us in a cattle cart? Oh these sons of-"

"Tanner... calm down," you whispered as you stood to get a sense for your bearings.

It was pitch black and smelled. On top of being a cattle cart, it was unclean. Mucked out, sure. But not clean.

The train lurched forward causing you to fall.

"Tanner where are you can't see a damn thing, blinder than a mute bat," you cursed, feeling around on you hands and knees.

You felt around in the dark, your hands finally touching him as he kept talking to help you find him.

"You shouldn't really grope around in the dark, could dangerous things," he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

Sitting besides him you huffed.

"It was supposed to be our last year...we weren't supposed to-"

"It's alright.... I promise you, you will get back home safe. I will not let you get hurt," he said.

You heard him take off his hat and start fidgeting with it.

You were going to die. You were going to die there was no better time to tell him. Taking a deep breath and steeling your nerves

"Tanner..."

"Yes sweetheart?"

You flushed at the nickname. You were so glad it was dark.

"Tanner, I've liked you for a while now... and by like I mean I've been crushin' on ya and I know that you might not feel the same, but I just had to tell you because if I don't say anything now, I never will."

You spilled your guts almost running out of air. The space filled with silence except for the sound of the train running on the track.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't of said nothin' I-"

You felt his hand grab yours.

"(Y/N), I feel the same way.... I-I was waitin' for you to take it back or somethin' saying it was a joke to make me feel better," he quickly said, interrupting you.

"Really?"

"Yes, I mean you're smart, talented... you're kind to everyone... not to mention you're just so beautiful... but that not why I fell for you..." he mumbled.

You smiled and leaned on his shoulder, his hand still in yours.

"Well I'm glad I told you then..."

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When you arrived at the station in the Capitol, the peacekeepers slid the doors open making you wince at the sudden light. Tanner got out first, and you were standing trying to adjust your eyes.

The peacekeepers started to shove you out and you protested them asking them to stop so you could actually see and not fall off the wagon, yet your words seemed to fall on deaf ears.

One shoved you and you felt yourself falling, before someone caught you.

"Don't fuckin' shove her she could've gotten hurt," he hissed.

The peacekeepers laughed and you pleaded with him to hold his anger. There would be no good to come from him yelling at them.

You were both walking side by side with peacekeepers urging you on. He helped you up into the truck and you huffed, sitting down besides him. A boy with black hair and a grey hat stood by you guys.

"These Capitol pricks are already gettin' on my bad side," you scoffed.

Before the doors shut you saw a flash of red go by.

The blonde that had been on the platform talking to the girl from district 12.

"Did you get in the wrong cage pretty boy?" Asked one tribute.

"No, not at all. This cage is delightful," he said with a bit of a smirk.

You rolled your eyes and saw the tribute, who's name you now knew as Reaper from someone calling it out, grab the boy and slam him against the back wall.

You giggled at the fear in his eyes, but then felt bad. Tanner and the rest were cheering him on.

"Alright y'all, come on.... Poor Capitol boy stuck with the muck.... But right now you're all provin' everythin' he things of the districts. That we're violent, good for nothin', dirty, and no better than animals. And you can bet if you hurt him, they'll take all of us outback and put us down like the damn mutts they think we are," you said, standing up to get people's attention.

"Capitol sympathizer, huh? Keep your mouth shut or I'll-"

"I ain't a Capitol sympathizer you shut your mouth. My pa died in the war 'cause of the Capitol. But we don't wanna die before we even get in that damn arena. So sit your asses down,” you started, pushing Tanner to sit. “And let’s all calm down.”

With that, you sat next to Tanner as the rest of the kids looked shocked. The girl who had called you a ‘Capitol sympathizer’, gave you a look of… admiration?

“Plus he’s my mentor… I might need him,” the girl with the rainbow dress said.

There was some discourse about the mentors, when suddenly the cart got thrown back, the doors opening as you screamed, falling down a tunnel, and landing onto some flat rocks.

You groaned and you were lightheaded and dizzy.

You felt a hand pass over your back and downward and you immediately got up and were about to hit someone, until you saw Tanner put his hands up in surrender.

“Tanner Sheppards you better have a damn good reason for thinkin’ it’s okay to touch me like that,” you hissed, grabbing one of his arms.

“I-I promise I wasn’t tryin’ to your skirts went up and well there’s cameras and I didn’t want you to be exposed like that in front of everyone I-“ he stammered, looking into your angry eyes.

You immediately felt ashamed of your anger towards the boy.

“I’m sorry really I thought… I mean I’m stressed about the situation but that’s still does not give me the right to snap at you like that… I’m sorry,” you mumbled, as he grabbed your hand.

“Don’t worry about it darlin’ not like you’re too orientated from that fall,” he laughed.

You roll your eyes and go to take a step before almost falling over.

“Like a bull in a china shop…” you muttered.

Tanner’s hand went around your waist and he helped you over to sit on a rock. You saw the boy with the hat, and who you assumed to be his district partner, sitting opposite of you.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N) and this is Tanner, we’re from District ten,” you introduced, smiling towards the girl.

She returned the smile and reached to shake your hand. You shook hers as she introduced herself.

“My name is Lamina… and this is Treech. We’re from district seven,” she smiled.

Both pairs of boys looked at their respective partners and then to each other. Were they expected to get along and chat like you two did?

Soon enough, you had learned everyone’s names. The girl with the rainbow dress, Lucy Gray, talked with Lamina and you.

“Well, he’s strong as an ox, but boy is he a few strings short of a guitar,” you laughed, watching as the boys spent their time arm wrestling.

The two other girls giggled.

This was almost too nice. There was a sense of dread looming in the back of your heads but for now you were happy.

“So… you and your boy?” Lucy Gray said, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“O-oh um… we’re just friends… well I guess we confessed on the train here, but he ain’t asked me to be official and call me dumb but uh… I kind of want him to ask since I confessed first,” you shrugged, blushing slightly.

“It’s not stupid! I mean… I understand your frustration, he should at least have the decency to ask before we die,” Lamina mumbled.

You didn’t know whether to laugh or frown. So you just gave a smile and nod.

The day was getting darker, turning to night. You sighed staring at the sky turning all different colors.

You heard someone sit beside you.

“Whatcha up to darlin’?”

“Oh um… just starin’ at the sorry excuse for a sunset they have here in the Capitol,” you whispered, hugging your knees to your chest.

There was a comforting silence that filled the air. You could hear some cameras training on you and Tanner, some Capitol children musing at you, and the hushed talking of the other tributes behind you. Leaning your head on Tanner’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist bringing you closer.

“Hey… so I wanna do this the right way. Sure I um… well you confessed but, I shared my feelin’s and how I felt about you… but I guess I wanna be all proper about it I mean… you deserve it and way more… I know I may just be some boy from ten that can barely help his family even from workin’, and can barely talk to ya without makin’ a fool of myself…. But I truly do like you… the way you talk, your sweetness… you’re always helpin’ not just me but others in town you make them clothes and sometimes don’t charge I mean… you’re the best seamstress in town! You’ve been through so much yet you don’t let any of that get ya down or let it turn you bitter… anyway… this is just a long way of me askin’…. (Y/N), will you be officially mine?”

Time froze. There was nothing but you and Tanner in this moment. His words echoed through your head like a choirs haunting singing reverberated through a church.

Slowly you nodded and smile, throwing your arms around him.

“Absolutely I will,” you laughed.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips and smiled.

In this moment there was no Hunger Games, no peacekeepers, no death. There was just you in the arms of the boy who made district ten seem like the best place on earth.

#×reader #fluff #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #treech tbosas #coriolanus snow #tanner tbosas x reader #tanner tbosas #he’s so bbg #I love Tanner #save a horse ride a cowboy #yeehaw

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mrsterlingeverything · 7 months

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At least that's what it felt like to me. And you didn't want it. You just wanted to stay here on our farm, and that made me so angry. How could you? I'm certain you knew I hated it, you must've. How could you be so selfish and cruel after all I've done to make you happy? I was even pregnant with your baby. I never wanted to be a mother. I loathed the feeling of it growing inside me. It felt like sickness. Pulling and sucking on me like some needy animal in a barn. How could I be responsible for another life? Life terrifies me. It's harsh, and bleak, and draining. I was so relieved when it died. It was one less weight keeping me trapped here, but then the war came and you left me, too. Why did you leave me, Howard? I hate feeling like this. So pathetic. Do people like you ever feel this way? I figure you don't. You seem so perfect all the time. Lord must've been generous to you. He never answers any of my prayers. I don't know why. What did I do? What is wrong with me? Please, just tell me so maybe I can get better. I don't want to end up like Mama. I want to be dancing up on the screen like the pretty gals in the pictures. I want what they have so badly, to be perfect, to be loved from as many people as possible to make up for all my time spent suffering. Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night and the fear washes over me, 'cause what if this is it? What if this is right where I belong? I'm a failure. I'm not pretty or naturally pleasant, or friendly. I'm not smart, or funny, or confident. I'm exactly what Mama said I was, weak. I don't know why. What did I do? Why wasn't my family like yours? I hate what it feels like to be me and not you. I'm so scared that when you finally come home, you'll see me and be frightened like everyone else is. I know what I've done, the bad things, terrible, awful, murderous things. I regret them now, but I liked how they felt. I wish I didn't, but I did. At first, it was only animals smaller than myself. Nothing with feelings. Nothing that could hurt me back. It felt good. Killing's easier than you think, till recently with Mama and the boy from the picture house. They were different. They were more meaningful. I hurt them so they too might know what it feels like to suffer, but poor Daddy didn't deserve that. I wish I hadn't done what I did. Mama meant well. She had a hard life. She only wanted a home to feel safe in. I can see that. I thought I hated her, but I just want to feel safe, too. Lord... I made such a mess of things. I don't know how much more I can take. I need to clean this up. All of it. I need to make things right before you see me again. Maybe if I can turn this farm into a home for us like you wanted, things will finally be different. I can forgive. I can be who you want me to be if you'll just stay with me. Would you do that, please? I can't be all by myself anymore. It's too hard. We can love each other. I'll do that for you if you really meant all that "till death do us part." It'd be enough, just you and me here on this farm. All I really want is to be loved. I'm having such a hard time without it lately.

#i figured it out you have to add a paragraph break cuz tumblr has a paragraph text limit for some reason

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alastairstom · 9 months

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Hey! I noticed recently that you answered an ask about Matthew in your fics, and you said that he has a way of “worming into” fics that are not about him. I absolutely loved how you phrased that because Matthew does have an endearing way of worming into people’s stuff and while that maybe sounds like an adorable and fun trait, I also think of that as Matthew seeing who needs what and trying to give them what they need.

So. I really love the idea of an AU in which Tatiana didn’t make the bracelet happen and James told Matthew about having feelings for Cordelia right after he returned from cirenworth and the scalding fever.

(And in this AU, James recognises matthews drinking way before TLH. In chain of thorns, we see James, who’s just taken off the bracelet, think while travelling to Cornwall that there was something very terribly wrong with Matthew. He feels this so soon after taking the bracelet off which makes me think Matthew’s drinking would’ve been addressed earlier if it hadn’t been for the bracelet. And in chot cordelia tells Matthew that the bracelet altered the course of not only James’s life, but also hers and matthew’s. And I believe that. I think without the bracelet James would’ve seen matthews drinking earlier and helped him.)

ANYWAY. All this is to say that in this AU, Matthew ‘s drinking stopped a while ago, James tells Matthew about his feelings for Cordelia, and Matthew never fell in love with cordelia. (Matthew’s drinking was part of his feelings for Cordelia imo)

And here I can see him at the start of tlh (or anytime in between cirenworth and tlh when the gang met) being a jordelia shipper. I can see him “worm” his way into their friendship, scheming to get them together, sending them together on missions, making them plan stuff together or even a direct “Cordelia dear, what do you think of my friend James here? Bc he won’t stop talking about you” bc he knows they’d be good together. In fact, he immediately sees that they’re perfect together.

He’d immediately take a liking to Cordelia bc well. How could he not? lol. She’s awesome. She’s lovely. The three of them are tight.

I might want to make a fun post about this but I would love to hear what you think about Matthew shipping James and Cordelia. I believe he’d love to see them together bc he loves James so much and I know you’re not very big on jordelia lol but I’m curious to know what you think.

Thanks!

I think this sounds interesting, and you should definitely write it if you want to! I think Matthew is an extremely supportive friend - just self-destructive. Without that trait, I think it's hard to assess the character because to me it's such an important part of who he is/was at this stage in his life. (This is why I'm generally not someone to discuss AUs with - I'm not an AU gal.) But I think in the future, and I'm assuming in your AU, Matthew will be happy for them and take joy in their happiness. :)

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kosmic-kore · 2 months

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this tag is so funny, thank u @illarian-rambling (post here)

INCORRECT QUOTE TAG (link here)

im tagging @starbuds-and-rosedust @macabremoons and @pinkevilwriter @bard-coded and anyone else because this tag is fun and i went over board by a lot

tyler: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces. tyler: *waves their finger and sings like they're in a Disney Channel intro*

phoebe: How’s practice going? oliver: Terrible. I want to stab everybody there. phoebe: Okay, just don’t get any blood on your clothes. oliver: …you shouldn’t be condoning this. phoebe: Don’t tell me how to live my life.

charlotte: You ever get so tired that you start seeing spiders? amelie: Me after I take 17 Benadryl and start seeing the hat man. charlotte: THE WHO? amelie: Oh is this not a safe space suddenly?

oliver: God is no longer with us, I’ll take over.

*charlotte and alyssa playing minecraft* charlotte: Oh no, oh no, oh no- alyssa: What’s wrong? charlotte: I did a thing. alyssa: You regret the thing you dID- charlotte: *screams* alyssa: What the fuck did you do- *sees mass of aggravated Piglin* Damn it- charlotte: *screams again*

amelie, setting down a card:Ace of spades. tyler, pulling out an Uno card:+4. phoebe, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you! elliot, trembling: What are we playing?!

tyler: phoebe's refusing to wear their glasses! phoebe: tyler, look, I wore the glasses for a day. My eyes are much better now. Watch. phoebe: *points to oliver* oliver. phoebe: *points to elliot* elliot. phoebe: *points to amelie* Sasquatch.

tyler, handing a balloon to elliot: I have no soul. Have a good day! elliot, walking off: I don't have one either.

elliot: I’m quick at math. alyssa: Ok, what’s 38 times 76? elliot: 24. alyssa: That wasn’t even close. elliot: But it was quick.

oliver: You know, sometimes dandelions remind me of amelie. tyler: Aww, is it because they’re like a little sunshine, spreading light and hope everywhere? oliver: What? Gross, no, it’s because they’re like a weed that you can’t get rid of!

elliot, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks. tyler: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

amelie: Ow! charlotte: What’s wrong? amelie: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. charlotte: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

*During a game of Hangman* amelie: Nope, there’s no Q. You lose. tyler: Are you kidding me?! You can still add something! amelie: I already added a belt, four earrings and an extra arm! YOU LOSE!

phoebe: I can't believe there's a cat somewhere in my house. Amazing feeling. Love cats. And he's here, in my house! Somewhere! And I may encounter him! What a treat.

alyssa: Alright, listen up you little shits. alyssa: Not you charlotte. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

elliot: You are an absolute fucking dork. tyler, singing: Yeah, but I'm your dork! elliot: *sighs* Yeah, you're my dork.

tyler: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

elliot, holding a fork: You know your talking a lot of shit for someone who has 2 perfectly good eyeballs each cost about $16,000 on the blackmarket. charlotte: .... elliot: *lip smack*

charlotte: Man, I’m gonna get fat if you keep feeding me all these chips and junk! elliot: I’M NOT! I was eating them and you took them. charlotte: You said I should try some! elliot: I said they were good. charlotte: That’s not how I heard it.

alyssa: A butterfly! Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal! phoebe: Can a butterfly be nonbinary? alyssa: I mean, maybe? I don't judge. elliot, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then- charlotte: Then it would be inconvenient as fuck. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back. tyler: Also, your wing's paper thin, so even a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would… Yeah… amelie: *sips coffee* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a- elliot: No, nononono. You fuckers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the fucking privilege to make that reference. phoebe: Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee… Why would you make that reference? alyssa: You clearly have not lived with them long enough.

tyler: New year, same me. Because I'm perfect.

oliver: I don’t want to talk about it. amelie: Good, I don’t wanna hear about it.

phoebe: What makes you all smile? charlotte: Friends and Family. alyssa: Snacks. amelie: Victory and success. oliver: Face muscles.

#this was a lot of fun #dont mind me #im just gonna keep looking at them #stars posts #tag games #the haunting of underhill academy #charlotte aaldenberg #elliot paige #alyssa ackerman #amelie gage #oliver gage #tyler smith #phoebe hambleton

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shadowofmoths · 7 months

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🦴☔️🌩🎃👻✨️💅🧿 <- an assortment take your puck

yr my hero for this ask . i AM just gonna choose 8 monster high dolls i wanna talk about . under a cut so as not to spam the entire dash

1.can i talk about neon frights twyla im dying to talk about neon frights twyla. theres things i rly like and really dont like about this line overall, (like. i can just tell looking at her that her hair is cheaply done, and everyones outfits are just the same hoodie and skirt situation) BUT. look. i love love LOVEEE her MAKEUP. and her little earplugs bc she doesnt like noise. her LANTERN?? the bunny details on her harness, but ALSO if you look closely at the top those are SPIDERS THAT ARE BUTTONS!! her hoodie has a little scalloped little peter pan collar situation?? ivbe literally thought of nothing of this doll for Days.

2. now. lets talk about neon frights draculaura. i love basically every single draculaura thats ever existed ever, shes my precious lovely girl and i love her sweet face. that being said . i Do Not Like Anything Happening Here.

i think the yellow is a terrible color choice. just awful. i think the purple lipstick could work and it doesnt. the skirt is hideous. the HAIR also bad. the laptop is cute, the shoes are good, and the bat wings on the collar are cute but theyve done that for draculaura before and better. but yeah look what they did to my girl :((((

3. NOW lets talk about the best doll of all time. haunt couture draculaura. i think of her all the time . she is so precious. i have nothing to add just look at how beautiful she is. NO NOTES.

4. im just gonna talk abt all these real quick. they come in a pack so its fine.

i love this drac so much, i think the cut of the cheerleader dress on her is sooo good. and FRANKIE. IS SO darling. look at them. the big shirt and their purple undercut LETS GOOO. toralei's dress having like, claw marks is so funny. everyone else is also good i just dont have much to say. i'd love to have some of these dolls but they do only come in the set and i dont want All of them so.

5. im sorry but i have to say something about monster ball lagoona.

like. the rest of lagoona's outfits tend to be athleisure type stuff. i dont know how they got from that to THIS!! what is this shade of fuchsia. the ruffles, the random black accents, the asymmetrical neckline, twenty seven different shades of blue... the lipstick...like, its camp, dont get me wrong, i think its fun in a disastrous way, but like. oh my god. especially in contrast with the other monster ball dolls i just. what. 6. MONSTER BALL CLAWDEEN THOUGH!!! the HAIR the BIG SLEEVES the BOWTIE the purple stripe on the pants the purse matching the shoes and the earrings like. shes iconic shes everything.

7. now we will talk about amped up frankie. like. absolutely fuck yes.

look at those fucking SHOES. (i also love how the g3 shoes are usually designed so that their prosthetic leg is revealed i think that rules. the pink strips in their hair, the tie and collar that are NOT attached to the shirt, THE KEYTAR. can you turn up the keytar i cant hear the keytar. 8. and lets end with my friend abbey bominable. first of all i love how shes taller than all the other girl dolls we love a tall gal. also you cant see her but she has tiny horns which i LOVE. i love her fanny pack i love all the accessories i love the sparkle i love that shes wearing a fur coat and a crop top like girl what weather are you dressing for i dont know but i dont care bc its a look. i love you.

#asks #IM JAVING FUN THANK YOU

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boyakishantriage · 10 months

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She pulled out the knife. The larger muscular alien looking down in shock, before bursting out laughing.

"HAHAHA. DO you really-"

She proceeded to then stab herself, smiling as she looked up at the large dinosaur alien. Who stared at her in suspended shock, the soldier in her unit simply pulling out bandages and shaking his head as she pulled the knife from her chest and started slitting her own wrists. Still not blinking. Still smiling without teeth. Still keeping an unwavering connection with the larger alien. All without flinching. Once.

While getting bandaged up, the military alien didn't speak up anymore, spineless they truly weren't. But that was just-

The still bloody, knife aimed at the alien's neck as she silently put it into a slicing position, legs tensing as she stared at him. A soft giggle echoing in her throat. The entire camp froze as the girl's body shook with anticipation.

"Try that. And I'll make you eat your own spine." She said cheerfully, giggling growing louder as one of the girls gripped her hand, Slowly snapping out of it, still laughing beneath her breath the girls whispered amongst themselves, as she slowly calmed down.

He could barely hear the two talking, but what he did chilled him.

Torture him later? Not worth it now? The girl acted more scared for him than her partner, how dare-

CLICK.

A wooden contraption aimed at his chest, now chuckling, air freezing the warmth near her mouth as her body vibrated uncontrollably.

"Watch it Icarus." She stated, eyes observing every body movement in excitement as the girl walked over to him.

He practically towered over the girl, a combat soldier for his people, mostly because of the slave trade over the last millennia, she didn't seem scared in the slightest as she whispered words he could barely hear. Against his better judgment, he leaned in closer.

"If you touch a single hair, if a single drop of blood comes out from her. I will boil your planet's oceans and slaughter every alien on their." She stated it with such a degree of calm and self assurance, his spine froze like he were already outnumbered.

The camp soon came abuzz with whispers, old rumours about the ten of them destroying entire invasion forces, one wrecking every pirate group she met, the supposed ending of wars by humans... Gossip quickly filled the camp, bounty hunters and soldiers alike exchanging theories over the knocked out human girl.

"Y'know if you're trying not to wake a gal up, this might be a new idea, but ya don't whisper while still talking AT FULL VOLUME" snapped the cranky girl, scars covering her body as a cat tail lazily protruded from her behind.

The bar fell silent, the girl raising her head sleepily as she yawned.

"Urgh. M'kay. Since I won't be able to sleep and y'all are acting like a kindy class learning about dissection, what the fuck are y'all jabbering about?" She looked around the bar, taking the glass off the bench as she downed the drink. It really was just hot cocoa, but for most of the aliens it might as well had been pure alcohol.

"We have some questions about humans."

"Yep."

"... eh?""

"Most of them are true."

"..."

"Alright, well ask away then."

"..."

She sighed. "Name a question you want to ask about humans and I'll tell you if it's real or not."

"Humans can feel sight."

"Correct, more accurately we can feel the. Ego, I guess, of things."

"What??"

"Fuck if I know. Y'all have any lovers?"

"I do."

"Ohh, lover boy here. Anyways. Y'know when they look at you and you just look back at them?"

"Yes?"

"Similar thing, but we evolved to do that without the attachment."

She downed another glass of beer, belching loudly as a few other humans snorted at that explanation.

"Heh, reminds me that time at the village, alien tried to snipe uncle so I tackled 'im like he gotta boom box on 'im." Stated the vietnamese combatant, chuckling as he took a swig of the tiger bottle.

The aliens all appeared stumped at that, the girl laughing as she clapped her hands.

"Ah this mood's terrible to drink to. OI, BAND. Can ya play us a song?" She tossed a wad of cash at the group, the band shrugging as they grabbed their instruments and went to work.

#tag #Triage #humans are space orcs

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moonswooning · 1 year

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#pearl #films #mia goth #ti west #x films #horror #a24 #sorry for that long chunk of text #you caught me monologuing #but i had a thought you see

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S2 Bow for the ask thing, because I know you have a very neat perspective on characters who do not-so-great things. :^J

THANK YOU SO MUCH :'D!! I love depth, and ii gives me some complicated characters to really pick apart!

Sexuality Headcanon: I think she's probably bi! Doesn't care too much.

Gender Headcanon: I struggle to see her as much other than a gal! Whether she's a cis or trans gal is really anyone's guess, i could see it going either way! I think she's very into committing to the femme thing, though. In any humanization i do of her, she's obnoxiously bubbly and dressed up, nails done, bows everywhere.... you get it. So girl but in a queer way!

Ship: I adore marshplebow as a polycule. I don't really like separating them, personally!! (I might be an outlier here? Haha!)

BROTP: PLEASE GET ALONG BETTER WITH DOUGH, I BEG. This poor guy is so lonely. I think they could have a very funny siblingy dynamic. ALSO! I feel like not enough people remember she was friends with Bomb. I wish that was expanded on a little more!! They could've had such a silly dynamic too. I would love to see him visit her, if he ever... finds out she's a ghost. I wonder how he felt about her death. He probably doesn't even know about purgatory mansion :o(. Someone should tell him. They could be girly-girl and weirdguy besties.

NOTP: I don't like shipping her with Dough. Regardless of whether they're actually siblings or not, feels a little weird.

Random headcanon: I honestly think she probably tried to leave the mansion a good few times before finding out she couldn't. My thoughts on MePhone4 having weird feelings about her go both ways, too. I really wonder how much she thinks about it. They died together. This fact gets sort of glossed over a lot, but i think it's pretty significant. Like i said in my analysis posts, it marks one of the DARKEST moments in ii's history. There were four deaths that day, all of which were really serious. ... I think they should talk at some point. I think both of them ignore it, because BOTH OF THEM run from their problems (MePhone's... entire thing, and Bow pretending not to care about being dead for a long time). Sorry, that turned into less of a headcanon and more of a thoughts blurb :V

General opinion: Bow is a fantastic character and i miss her dearly. I'm really hoping we get to see more of her. As much as i love BowBot/TBD, i ADORE original Bow and all of her depth.

I think of her as an incredibly lonely person. She was not this bad when she was alive-- a FIERCE competitor? Yes. Pushy? Absolutely. But not downright manipulative. She was just kind of a ditz. That changed when she died. We have to remember she was isolated in that mansion the ENTIRE TIME between her death and Marshmallow finding her. What she did was terrible, but i also see exactly why it happened. Because... of course it did. Because of course she was terribly lonely. How could she not be?? She just chose the absolute WORST way to keep a friend- by isolating them- and this, i think, was mostly insecurity over the idea of being alone again, fearful that Marshmallow could run off with Apple and leave her there. It was SO BAD. Marshmallow did not deserve to be lied to, and Apple did not deserve to be used like that. But it makes perfect sense. I think Marsh understood what happened.

I hope she's happier, and can mellow out, now that she has more people with her. I hope they're having a better time and a happier life out there, even if it isn't the perfect place to live :').

#bow makes me so very sad.#inanimate insanity #ii bow #object show community #object shows

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