#these lil bitches have their own stories and lives and they do whatever the fuck they want

[blinkpen]

nother lil life update!

appointment with housing admin lady got rescheduled to tuesday, but that's not too big a deal since that is the soonest day they could officially open up that apartment for me anyway, so if the answer was going to be yes, rescheduling when i get the yes to said day, doesn't delay the move-in, except by like, maybe, one more additional day of just. going back to get/move my stuff? so i am Unbothered and maintain the same level of cautious optimism leaned optimism as before

and again my stress level is way lower now knowing there is likely a light at the end of the tunnel (hell that a tunnel even EXISTS now) and mom is, at least for now, sobered by the intervention of other adults for whom going

"ummmmm but the very existence of trans identity is a personal attack against me and my beliefs bc i believe their existence is blasphemous they stole the rainbow from christians and desecrated the noah's arc story that's why i'm so mean to [not my fucking pronoun] whenever anything remotely close to the topic of gender comes up, asking nicely to so mach as -gag noises- humor they/them is a deliberate attack on me first, and forcing the queer agenda on me, so i get to attack back with full venom unloaded and vote in favor of making queer peoples' lives more difficult if not impossible, so like, i'm the victim actually? [not my fucking pronoun] needs to stop being so entitled and unholy and learn to deal with Different Opinions and stop Undermining me"

will not fucking fly and she can't make inflict Power Word: Guilt Trip to make them crumple away the way she does to me to instantly win and make the argument stop so she is now not pushing buttons and keeping her toxicity to herself methinks bc "ah fuck, an actually benevolent authority figure nobody in town would question is looking at how much my grown but wingclipped and disabled child's mental and now physical health has deteriorated to life-threateningly poor levels and looking in my direction while Knowing details i cannot possibly spin in my favor to outside observers; the only people who'd swoop in to take my side would only make me look worse by association, though i'll probably still refuse to think about The Implications of that, so i will Be Mask On now about it if nothing else"

like she got a stark fucking reminder i think of the fact she is a mean person who publicly boasts about being mean because she thinks its funny and also equates being smart with being cynical and therefore if you're aggressively cynical you're automatically smarter than whoever you are talking to or about, and is the kind of person who literally owns a "leftist tears" coffee mug, while claiming herself a Good christian just because she didn't kick me out for being queer like the Bad christians do, but like, she can still give me shit for being queer as much as she likes and if i stand up for myself i'm an ungrateful little bitch, those are her Vibes,

and being that way, makes it hard to defend yourself as totally innocent of any wrongdoing and victim-blame someone most people in town know, by contrast, as "the borderline mute Always a Hoodie n Headphones kid who spends a lot of time just wandering around town for the heck of it and seems a bit touched in the head/lost in their own little world, but is unfailingly friendly if you do try to talk to them for whatever reason, and will sincerely ask if they could be of any assistance to anyone who enters their cone of vision who seems to be in a pickle" once they start developing what seems like a wasting illness and an aura of hopelessness they didn't have before and finally show up at the hospital looking like they're about to drop dead from what is clearly several months of physiological stress and self-neglect and they don't even have their meds handy because you locked their disabled ass out in retaliation for leaving for one single night because you wouldn't stop screaming at them about how their gender thing is blasphemous and [checks notes] eavesdropping in on them while they shower to make sure not even their anguished crying and muttering to themself even in there isn't saying anything you don't like??? what the f-

even the crusty old farmer i know who i guess probably would go "not sure i like that but whatever" about transness otherwise enters "now what makes you think that makes [not my pronoun but i forgive bc its not done Maliciously] less of a person, what makes you think that's okay" mode over that

lol, said the frog, as a human hand scoops it out of the water just in time, and places it on a nice log where it may recover from the sting, while pointing to the sinking scorpion suggesting they go to therapy instead of stinging everyone around them and going "but i'm a scorpion so that means i am not responsible for my actions and nobody is allowed to expect better of me" lmao,

okay that went from a life update to me venting a bit? but. i eared that i think, it helps keep my grounded, hoenstly.

anyway we gotta send my doc a fruit basket or somn

#cw for discussions of transphobia and all that

[1julak1]

Fortuitous pt. 1

Sanemi cosplayer x fem!reader

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Word count: 1.5k

Notes: So, I'll be completely honest - I have no idea what i'm doing there and why. The idea just popped in my head - as something i'd like to do, haha - but then i thought of making a story out of it. So! I want to say - this is not a typical fanfiction with Sanemi, it's about reader with a cosplayer!

Enjoy!

Since her childhood years, YN has been always viewed as a normal, sweet, intelligent girl. Everybody, always, has been jealous of her knowledge, grades, judged her every move and pointed out smallest mistakes.

But yes, YN has always been a normal girl.

Going into her teenage years, she had plans - ambitions, big hopes for the future, aiming for college and a good middle school to get her ready info further life.

But when she actually got accepted into her new school, she didn't realise how much of a mistake it would actually be.

The first year was going quite well, nothing seemed to be foreshadowing the nightmare that her school days would become. But as YN's best friend - only true friend in class she had - changed schools. Gradually, YN has dropped her grades, and started closing up from others.

Going into second year, her life became an absolute nightmare. Scared of talking to people, teachers, ditching school, getting authorities over her head - it seemed like NOTHING was going well anymore.

Her cousin enraged her, also. She never had perfect relationship with her, but what made her most furious was their conversation weeks ago.

°°°

Why do you even want to switch schools?? With your attitude, you're always going to complain about anything. Everything's going to be the same whatever you do. <

YN gazed at the message, her mind flaring with anger.

The next messages her cousin sent were just self-centered yapping about how she struggled with her own work, her colleagues, her situation, her mood, her feelings - her, her, her, her. Not even once has she thought of YN's feelings. The fact she may not be in total control of the things going on in her life.

> Go fuck yourself

YN texted back, seething the same words trough her gritted teeth.

Since then, she understood that she doesn't want to have anything to do with that bitch.

°°°

YN was scrolling trough Instagram - once again ignoring the fact she should study - and noticed a quite pretty post. A cosplay of her favorite character.

Oh, right! Because there was an obsession YN had. It was Sanemi Shinazugawa - a character of her all time favorite anime.

- Fucking hot.. it would be lucky to have someone cosplay him for me.. -

She stared at the pic for a moment with a blank expression on her face. And then she blinked, because then it clicked.

Usually YN overthinked everything she did - but not this time. She texted the man without hesitation.

> I've got a deal for you???

And then she waited.

Regretted her decision.

Then waited, waited, waited.

It was agonizing, almost. The hope of the man texting back was slowly fading, replaced by a shame caused by her doing. She was so taken over by this revelation that she dreamed of it, until one day, finally, she woke up to a reply.

What kind of deal?? <

Oh now THAT was the moment for action.

Seeing he was active, she carefully chose a reply.

> I'll pay you to cosplay Sanemi for me

Oh now that's new. If you want a pic with me, i won't make you pay. I suppose you live nearby??? <

The girl's face heated up at his words. From embarrassment, but also because he would be willing to take a picture with her for free. But that wasn't what she wanted.

> No, i don't want a picture. I'll pay you, for pretending to be my boyfriend.

He read that. He's seen that.

Silence.

And do I get to be a lil touchy 😏 <

> I'll cut your salary in half

Worth it <

> Is that a yes??

Let's say so. Where do i meet you up, princess? <

> In front of my school tomorrow, 7.50. I'll send you the adress later

YN felt like she needed a cold shower to take that news. And so, she went to the bathroom and spend nearly an hour there, nearly dying from excitement.

Then it was time to tuck herself to bed, to the thoughts of having a.. new boyfriend???

°°°

The next day, YN was waiting for her "boyfriend" in front of the school. And just when she was about to give up to her anxiousness and get inside the building, somebody grabbed her by the hips and she was pulled against a firm chest.

- Hey, princess~! Not like i stalked your profile, but i did stalk your profile. You're looking even cuter in real life than those silly pictures -

- W-WHAT?!! -

YN was so startled, she almost pushed her elbow into the guy's face.

- Are you insane?? Stop attacking, immediately! -

Just in case not to get murdered, the guy let go of her and stepped aside.

And when YN looked up she was even more startled than before. The guy was towering above her, at least a head taller than her. His hair were white, and he had this makeup indicating those iconic scars on his face. He was wearing a simple white button up shirt - with a few top buttons left undone - and black pants that were tight around his waist.

- I-is that a wig..? -

The guy's face expression softened as a chuckle left his lips. She didn't miss the fact that he had purple contacts.

- Oh? No, i dyed them this way. -

He put a hand over her shoulder, bringing her a tiny bit closer to himself.

- You wanted me to be your boyfriend, why so silent now?? Do you not love me?? -

He pouted, enjoying the teasing. YN huffed, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him after her.

- Let's just get inside -

They didn't exchange a word while walking, but he changed their position, so that now their hands were entwined together.

As they walked down the hallway, some people who knew YN were eyeing her - and she, deep down, swelled with pride.

°°°

YN had to be honest. Having a man like that walking around with her for the whole day, like a puppy, was satisfying. Her lovely "Sanemi" was all smiley - a little out of character - and his acting skills were perfect. He had no problems with playing pretend, as if he and YN knew themselves for a longer time than just those few hours.

- Wait. What even is your name? -

YN spoke about that matter after the first lesson, when she realised she never asked him this - and there were no informations about it on his profile.

- Oh fuck, right, i never told you. I'm loosing my head here with you, see? -

He let our a chuckle and brushed a hand trough his white hair.

- My name's Aiden. But you can just call me Sanemi, you know. That's what i just am for you, right? -

YN raised her eyebrow questionably.

- You sound pretentious -

- Huh?? No offense. You're just oversensitive -

The girl didn't like his response at all, but decided to just wave it off.

For the rest of the day, she had a loyal puppet running around her like he was over the moon with her.

Maybe he was?

Or what's more possible, he just wanted to be worth the money.

What YN noticed, and wasn't against, was for sure, how touchy he was getting. Seems like his message wasn't just a joke and he really was taking the opportunity. Though they knew each other for like... Max 9 hours, YN didn't complain. It would probably be the only time a man would be touching her anyways.

After school, it was time to pay him off. Aiden got dragged out of the school by his "girlfriend" - while he talked with the friends he apparently made - and when YN made sure they were far enough from familiar people, stuck a bunch of bills into his hand.

- Isn't it too much? -

His purple contacts pierced trough her as his confused face expression almost made her giggle.

- I'm paying in advance -

Her explanation was fairly brief, but Aiden didn't comment it. The thing that surprised him was how she just chose to ignore him as she quickly walked down the street.

The girl jolted in surprise as she felt her hand being grabbed.

- Why are you running away from me? Let me just walk you home -

The white haired man spoke, taking YN's silence as an agreement. When they stood in the door to her house, he did so much as to lean down, kiss her cheek and smile before walking away with a little wave.

- See you tomorrow! -

YN was too stunned to answer to his words, as she stared at him before he disappeared around the corner.

°°°

When she laid in bed, the only thing she could think about were his hands over her, the WHOLE day. She knew she shouldn't, but she felt a tiny squeeze in her heart anytime she recalled how his hands would squeeze her waist or hold onto her own.

And so, even though he wasn't hers, it seemed that YN's "boyfriend" would be what pulls her out of the cage of her own misery.

#kny sanemi #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #cosplayer x reader #cosplay #demon slayer cosplay #Sanemi Shinazugawa cosplay #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba ff #kimetsu no yaiba #Sanemi Shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x yn #sanemi x you

[valeskawhore]

Imagine; part two of— Gotham villains with a vampire s/o! Part one here!

2/4, this serious includes; Jerome Valeska, Jeremiah Valeska, The Penguin and The riddler.

Jeremiah Valeska 💜

-This man was skeptical.

-After all, vampires don’t exist! There is science to prove his logic!! What are you not understanding??

-He’s so close minded and paranoid smh. But in his eyes, it keeps him sAfE. Lil bitch tbh

-Still though, He found you absolutely breathtaking. Whatever you were, you have him wrapped around your finger. Your smooth skin, your ambitious eyes, your aura, just every little thing about you was different from the rest.

-You stood out.

-There you were.. you looked so peaceful sitting in front of the fireplace. Reading a book in silence with the most gentle smile on your face, you were at peace with your life.

-Taking a good vacation at Wayne manor, visiting your nephew Bruce.

-An old friend of the family you were of course. You’ve known Bruce his entire life and saved his father from a Bomb threat at Wayne manors opening party 50 years ago.

-Alfred had let you in. He was happy that you decided to accept his invitation to the manor because, in his eyes, you were exactly what Bruce needed right now. A loving family member to comfort him in his own time of need.

-Alfred knew what you were of course, how could he not? He started working for Bruce’s father around the same time you had first met the man.

-It’s kinda hard not to notice when you see the person you’ve known your entire career not age a single day.

-(Alfred had the biggest crush on you back then but shh! That’s another story for another time.)

-They we’re both fast asleep when Jeremiah had broke into the manor. Simply wanting to watch Bruce sleep, nothing more..

-But then he found you instead.. or rather, you found him..

-He was creeping around the manor trying to find Bruce’s room when he entered the living room with too much noise and was all of a sudden pinned to the nearest wall with beautiful darkened e/c eyes threatening his.

-He gasped as you dug your nails into his throat, daring him to move. You spoke slow, threatening him, but yet your voice was so angelic— Jeremiah couldn’t find himself to be scared of you??

-“Wanna tell me why Gotham’s #1 Villain broke into Wayne manor?” You asked, hovering your teeth above his throat, he gulped.

-Instead of responding, Jeremiah laughed like crazy, shaking his head. Who were you?? Why are you here and most importantly, why are you so fucking intoxicating??

-You sighed, letting him go. He flopped to the floor still laughing like crazy but replaced that with a gurgled cough when you rib kicked him.

-He rolled over smiling, “OooOooo darling~”

-“Shut the hell up!” You seethed, “And keep it down! Bruce is trying to sleep you fucking moron!”

-“I’m not worried about Bruce right now, dearest. I’ve found something new to play with.”

-“Oh really? Hm?,” you faked curiosity, tapping your chin with your forefinger still glaring down at the man. “And who’s that?”

-“Well.. you of cour-sh-hg“

-Another blow to the ribs. This fucker really had it coming anyways. Killing all those people on live television? Of course you knew who he was??

-Jeremiah Valeska… tweedle-fucking-dum to Jerome Valeska, his twin who also raised hell on Gotham.

—“My my..” he smiled up at you with a wide smile, whipping the blood from his mouth with his shirt cuff, “You really are a sight for sore ribs, Darling.”

-You glared, “Aren’t you a charmer?” He smiled.

-General Head-cannons-

-When you both do get to know each, Jeremiah is very sweet.

-It took some convincing.. like- a lot of convincing- for him to accept the fact that your a literal vampire.

-it goes against all his beliefs and research! He’s dumbstruck in all honestly.

-Tho in his eyes, your perfect.. to both his plans and to his romantic life.

-Super speed, strength, healing, eyesight etc-

-You’re exactly who he needs to become his new proxy! Ecoo was kicked to the Curb the night you both met! (Gun shot to the fore head but yanno)

-Besides that, he’s shy. He’ll never admit it but let’s be honest to ourselves people—

-He’s never been in a relationship.

-You figured this out when he told you about his life, pre-spray. How he went into hiding under a fake name and took all kinds of precautions to hide from his older brother Jerome.

-The guy just sounded like a virgin.

-Then he let it slip one night accidentally. You both were tipsy (more so, him then you cause— well you know) but it slipped out that he has never had his first kiss?

-You side eyed him, trying to figure out if this was true or not but from the massive blush that spread across his white cheeks, you knew.

-The next morning was even funnier. It was like a comedy show with a hungover Jeremiah and definitely not a light weight s/o.

-(You’ve been drinking for literal centuries)

-“Hey handsome, have fun last night?” You smiled, as he wobbled into the makeshift kitchen he had in the bunker.

-He winced, holding his head but still wobbling towards you. “Hush dear,” he grumbled, coming to hug you from behind.

-“I have a massive headache.” He mumbled into your neck, arms slipping around your waist to hold you tight.

“I bet.” You smiled, “But heyyy, at least I waited, right?”

-“For?” He mumbled.

-“—us to have our first kiss, we gotta pop that cherry sometime.”

-The blush that spread across this man’s face :,)

-“I uh- don’t know what your talking about-“

-“oh hush, I waiting all night just so you’d remember it!”

—-

-He’d want you to turn him.

-Jeremiah has abandonment issues, like bad. After his mother. (Only because he was such a big mamas boy growing up.)

-He’d wanna be stuck with you forever, to thrive together and rule Gotham for years.

-He’d plan out a huge wedding and after party. Inviting every evil face around.

-He’d want Bruce to come even, and the poor boy would for you.

-Even if Bruce doesn’t approve of your husband, he’d still love you but dread the awful fact that he’s now technically related to Jeremiah.

-Once Jeremiah realizes this, well then.. he’s going to want to be you even more.

:)

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I hope this was ok! People where asking for a Jeremiah version and I finally got around to it!! <333

@rabbiteggz

@rottenecstasy

#gotham #jeremiah valeska #jerome valeska #jerome valeska x reader #fuck #funny story #gotham oswald #jeremiah valeska x reader #yandere gotham x reader #yandere jerome valeska #jeremiah valeska imagine #yandere #funny content #vampress #vampire #vampire x human #gotham incorrect quotes #jeremiah x reader

[theproblemcallednight]

sending you akutagawa and/or bram for character ask game

hii soda!!!

k imma do both cuz im bored :D

ok it got rlly long so it’s under the cut:

akutagawa:

first impressions- tbh i thought he was a weird ass bitch who needed cough drops bc his lil villain cough was making no one but the butterflies scared. like his ability was rlly cool but i didn’t really get him at first. also his name took me ages to pronounce 😭😭

impression now- genuinely one of my fav characters!!! he’s such a guy y’know. a goofy little guy. but i do rlly like his backstory and how he persevered and fought through ever and still was a morally bad person. like i luv seeing characters i adore suffer to hell and back and then finally find some sort of broken peace with themselves. aku allowing himself to value his own wants and needs after fighting atsushi and seeing him grow as a character is just perfect. 10/10 i luv him my blorbo forever <3

favourite moment- anything in wan tbh. i know i just went on a heartfelt rant abt aku but. wan aku is the true star let’s be honest. i mean look at him. just stare into those soulless eyes.

idea for a story- uhhhhh i not very creative gimme a sec… i think him finding himself with a pet would be cool. yknow like he gets attached to some stray cat and then ends up taking it in. and i feel like it would force himself to see that he can be a good person and there is beauty in life. the cat may or may not resemble a certain someone

unpopular opinion- ummm idk rlly? i guess i hc him somewhere or the aro/ace spectrum but i dunno if that’s an u popular opinion

favorite relationship- right so obvi sskk bc i am unoriginal and one with the masses. but. i luv it when chuuya and aku have like a father son relationship. or even when gin and him get to just hang out and chill. i just luv the idea of aku constantly chasing dazais approval and chuuya being like “bitch i fucking raised you the mf left after a year”

fav headcannon- hmmmm prob the hc tha he can’t cook? like he can’t boil water even. i just find it funny that it’s like the one thingy dazai passed down to him. father son duo that can blow up your kitchen in five seconds.

bram:

first impressions- i was so exited when i saw the name bram stoker omg. i haven’t actually read dracula but i’ve heard enough to abt it that ik brams ability would be sick. and god i thought it was so cool. and also the fact that bram was just a shish kebab was sending me and i immediately loved him

impression now- still absolutely in live with him and his character. he’s just like the biggest mood in all of bsd. and his and aya’s relationship is so freaking cute i luv them sm

favourite moment- either when he says he’ll be aya’s knight at the end, or when aya’s like bram what do we do about the apocalypse he’s like “sleep in a hole for a couple centuries.” i would love to sleep in a hole for 200 years every time i had a problem. it would be great.

idea for a story- i think it would be rlly interesting if it was a college and no abilities au and him and mary shelly and adam were besties. like it would be great. they would be the besties fr

unpopular opinion- uh i dunno… i kind of think that he shouldn’t have gotten his body back? at least not when he did? like don’t get me wrong he slayed and saved aya and stuff. but i feel like tbh ere was so much to use with his shish kebab state. i don’t know i think it was underutilized

favourite relationship- oh def bramcraft or lovestoker or whatever it’s called now. bram and lovecraft are ancient yuri and i will die on that hill. they can be eldritch monsters together. and be ancient together. that being said i like kunikifa and bram more platonically. like they become friends through joint custody of aya. and it’s one big happy family

favourite headcannon- oh i don’t know where i saw this but i luv the idea of him using like a cane or mobility aids. for balance probably, but i think it would be so cool for bram to have a cane. he’d look badass with it. best part is he can bonk ppl with it :D

well that got long. but it was rlly fun!!! ty for the ask soda!!!

#i luv rambling about my blorbos #ty for letting me soda :D #bsd #bsd akutagawa #bsd bram #da hw answers

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Ma'am.... Are u Daemon or smh, cause the way you write him is like... So in character I can legit hear him in my head whenever I re-read your entire series. yes, re-read, that is correct, multiple times a day, and I do picture myself as baby even if I am an ugly little binch-bonk. Like yeah, kepus, please don't abuse my lil whoo-ah but also like, please more. I would also like to point out that you write bby super clever cause thing about Daemon and Rhaenyra as a couple is that these bitches just can't calm each other down and their personalities clash like hell. Whereas baby seems super soft (and is, gods bless her, I identify big time, I am a pathetic meow-meow) but like she's actually super skilled in just handling Daemon and making him do whatever the frick she wants.

Cause like, honestly now, what the female characters in the show don't understand about him is that he's a male wife. Like legit just treat him softly and make him feel like a mighty Dragon or smh, and he will do whatever the frick-frack you want. He'll cut his own stones off and wear them as a pair of earrings for his bby, and a binch stans.

Jesus (no blasphemy intended, I respect your various faiths, all), this entire ask is hilarious. And so, so kind. Thank you so much!

First of all, NO you are not an ugly little binch-bonk (and I'll be taking that one to use in my own everyday life, thank you); beauty is so so subjective and changes constantly, and we are our own worst critics. You is beautiful, nonnie. Please believe me when I say that. Second of all - 'please don't abuse my lil whoo-ah' sent me rolling, oh my god! I definitely think that the appeal AND the downfall of Daemyra is how damn similar they are to each other; their fights would be fucking legendary, I'm sure. Holy shit. I love the trope of sunshine baby and grumpy meow-meow, so had to, had to do that here. Plus, I wanted a story where a teenage girl who lives in a patriarchal puritanical society does not, in fact, grow up protesting the status quo but rather is downtrodden by it. Like so many of us are nowadays, I'm sure. We're products of the system we're raised in, and Babey is - at least initially - a product of her culture. Until Uncle Daddy gets his claws on her (and his dick in her, teehee).

Of course, gorgeous gentle girls GOTTA know how to tame the big scaries. So Babey knowing just how to manipulate Dae-Dae is a hilarious dynamic to play around with - she doesn't challenge him head-on, but just slowly starts to weaponise his perception of her (unwittingly at first) to get him to do the things she wants. Poor tiny, sweet, innocent baby niece-wifey; Kepa gotta be the strong protector man, doesn't he? WINK!

He's supportive and loving in his own grotty, awful way. That's even canon for Daemon! How transgressive of him to support his niece's claim to the throne over his nephew's! How strange for him to be almost universally panned as a violent, amoral, creepy kinda dude, and yet even his worst critics can't deny his kids were pretty damn fond of him! Well, every guy has his flaws, I guess. It's kinda sweet that domesticity seems to suit Daemon pretty well - until the shit hits the fan with the Dance, that is. 'Cut his own balls off and wear 'em as earrings' is... apt. But he wouldn't do that - gotta have balls to make pretty baaaaaaaabies in his baaaaaaaby nieceyyyyyyy, wink-wink!

Thank you for this hilarious ask, nonnie!

#fanfiction comments

[garak-pussy-indulgence]

i would read your candyman dissertation ms garak-pussy-indulgence

There's so much I want to say I cannot get it all out into one post like how do I organize that shit.

Ok number one. the fuck. Jesus okay wait there are so many takes I have about this movie

First off I love that it's an elaboration on a typical horror movie. They lay out the "there's a scary guy who appears in the mirror when you say his name and kills you with his hook" premise in the first FIVE MINUTES and the rest of the movie is spent going BEYOND THAT. You could definitely just make a movie about Candyman killing a dwindling party of teens or whatever the whole time or and have yourself a slasher film. But no. No!!!?! The movie decides to keep going further and explore What That Means. What is an urban legend? Is an urban legend itself a phantom? Can enough people manifest these things simply by believing in them? Is Candyman real? It's uncertain for the whole film if he was a real entity, or if Helen just invented him and she was the actual person doing the killings like everyone assumed. Was it both? Can you lose control to a character you create in your own head? Let me tell you about what happened when I was 15. I'm not gonna do that but listen it's about the belief. He needs the faith of his congregation. The swarm of bees in his chest and the constant pervasive choir in the film's score represents the masses who believe in the Candyman, who are afraid of him, who tell each other stories and warn others about him. That gives him life. He exists and lives as rumor and thrives in other people's words. Fuck. Fuck. ALSO. Love the takes on gentrification and minority communities in urban areas. When Helen's taking her lil pictures of the apartments for her college project and Anne-Marie comes out of her door like "Hi I fucking live here and I am a person actually." The whole story of the white woman involving herself in shit that she doesn't need to be part of just because she won't take any of it seriously and just wants to do her creepypasta research on the scary ghetto location where a real person actually died. This is the only shit I'm going to talk on Helen no disrespect to her I love her and that's probably not the biggest thing you're supposed to take away from the film but it's a take I formed in my brain. Another take I formed is that Helen and Bernadette are in love. Also when people say horror is about love they mean Candyman only because nobody else is doing it like this fucking film from 1992 alright. Bitches love the romantic murder men. Tony Todd has it nailed. Weirdo men wanting to kill me is not okay that happens all the time. Gentlemen wanting to kill me and being very polite and gentle about it? I love u I trust you I'm absolutely on board. Straight up I want to be killed romantically if I die in any way at all. Phillip Glass wrote the most lovely killer gorgeous breathtaking bounce-off-the-fucking-walls-and-burrow-into-the-earth-with-my-hands score for this film and this movie would NOT be what it is if not for the music. Absolutely fucking not. Just listen to the soundtrack or I will fucking find you do not test me. It's so much. You're gonna play absolutely celestial divine music that sounds like purest form of love while the scary guy is coming to stab you? Nobody is fUCKING doing it like this movie. It's the bliss of it all. Man door hand hook car door is gonna get ya but for some reason you're absolutely floating on a cloud made of pure light and he's also your boyfriend. Everything is on fire including you and you could not be more at peace. This movie gives me emotions I require to survive. Love, acceptance, bliss, predestination. It's meant to be this way and everything will be alright. Also Ted Raimi is in it.

#liz says things #asks #candyman #FUCK!!!!? #candyman 1992 #tony todd #bernard rose #Philip Glass

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Dalonte “DALY” Dennis: (TEK)

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

Daly shook his head listening to his sisters go back and forth about dumb shit. It seemed like they always waited until he came around to bring up niggas. He never intruded on their personal lives because he’d instilled enough in them to know what to do and what not to do. He had been on his own with them since he could remember. Daly was only ten years old roaming the streets looking for food to feed them. Life didn’t give him much of a choice to live another way. His mother left everything up to him, so he had to do anything to survive. At first it was just he and TJ, then two more girls came, and his mother literally dropped them off home to him. Daly cared for infants alone being just a baby himself.

They were on their way to the airport to pick up the baby of the three, Erie. She went away to college four years ago and this would be her first time back in Philly since graduating. They visited her a lot, but they were all happy to have her in the same state as them again. He was so proud of Erie for sticking it out and finishing college. At first, she would beg to come home. She even threatened to drop out several times. Daly spoiled Erie the most so during each one of her breakdowns he flew to Atlanta where she attended Spelman to talk her down.

All three of his sisters even being raised by him like straight niggas turned out to be great women despite their foul ass mouths and no-nonsense ass attitudes. People always said how pretty they were until witnessing one of them in action. Daly was a cool brother to have but he sometimes was too hard on himself thinking he could’ve done better with them and their emotions. He didn’t know how to raise children let alone girls but over the years he learned so much about women, more than he actually wanted to know. 

TJ was the oldest and she owned a popular hair salon. She was the wildest and most outspoken. Daly had to bail her out of jail several times, primarily for domestic disputes with her lovers. She was openly bisexual and came out to him when she was sixteen, saying if Daly didn’t accept her for who she was, he could kiss her ass. Of course, no matter what he loved his sister. TJ was five-eight, with tan skin covered by tattoos. She had them everywhere. None of them knew their fathers and Daly assumed she was biracial off her features and TJ didn’t like that. So, the long curly black hair she once had as a girl which made her ambiguity more apparent was shaved off and she chose to wear all types of colorful wigs. She was beautiful either way with her natural hunter green eyes and freckled rosy cheeks. Despite her lifestyle and appearance, TJ went to church a lot. She’d been that way since she was just a child. Always telling Daly she had them all covered on the prayer tip, so they were good. She believed the Lord protected her big brother the many nights he had to go out and do what needed to be done for them. TJ had a huge and loving heart she just didn’t have the patience for bullshit.

Ta’Kia, whom everyone simply called Kia was the calmest when considering the three of them. She didn’t bother anyone unless they bothered her. It was a different story if she knew you though, you wouldn’t be able to shut her ass up. She went to college in state at West Chester where she met her white boyfriend that she stressed out regularly. Kia was also fair skin and four-eleven of feistiness. Daly knew whoever her father was had to be black. She had 4C hair and to him that meant straight nigga. He learned all about the different types of hair black women had over the years. He didn’t assume they couldn’t have loose coils in general, but his sister came from nigga nuts with the shit that sat on top of her head. Kia kept it in all types of natural styles. She was the earthy vegan type. No man-made chemicals could touch her person and she only ate what she grew. She wore very little clothing often, even when it was cold with beads around her waist, lots of rings on her fingers and she had two nose rings and a septum. Daly didn’t know where the hell that aesthetic came from but again, he supported his sisters through whatever.  

Then there was Erieon, Erie for short, Daly’s baby. TJ and Kia didn’t give into her spoiled ass the way he did. If you asked them, their little sister was selfish, stubborn and plain old evil. Erie had a bad attitude, worse than all of three put together and never liked to admit when she was wrong. The only person she didn’t get out the way with was Daly. Erie was the surprise baby and the most beautiful little dark doll he’d ever seen when his mother first dropped her off. He fell in love with her the moment he had to take her on. By then he’d become an expert at caring for infants. Erie stood out because amongst her sisters she shined like chocolate satin. While her sisters rocked baldies and bushes, Erie loved box braids, and any other type of style that hung pass her butt in individuals. Everything about her was gorgeous. She was the most regular physically but personality wise, Daly had a time with that one. Sometimes he thought she had some mental health issues but seeing Lake go through so much and learning what he could, he swore his sister wasn’t that damaged. Couldn’t be. He simply gave her whatever she wanted and hoped it never went further than having temper tantrums.

When Daly was just a child, if it weren’t for Hassan, he and his sisters would be separated and spread out through the system. It was one of the reasons Daly was so loyal to Lake. Hassan made sure they never had to worry about being taken from one another. The house they lived in, he bought it and fixed it up. They had food and clean clothes every day. When his mother would try to come and interrupt the peace they finally had, Hassan made sure she didn’t any longer. Whatever bad shit people had to say about the late Hassan Porter, he and his sisters were blinded by the fact that he was the only adult to give a fuck about them. Even his mother’s sister didn’t offer a helping hand when she knew how they were living. Hassan didn’t ask any questions or want any answers. He saw a problem and fixed it. Never made Daly feel ashamed or embarrassed either.  

Once at the busy airport, they didn’t even have to park to meet Erie inside. She was sitting outside on her luggage with an obvious attitude.

“Here her ass go with the bullshit,” Kia said getting out the car. She hugged her resistant baby sister while Daly kissed her cheek before getting her stuff. TJ didn’t even get out the car because she was the least interested in what had her mean ass mad already. 

“What’s wrong, Erieon?” Daly asked once they were all back in the car. 

“Nothing.” 

“Erie! Stop bein’ a fuckin’ brat!” TJ turned around to her sister who was in the back seat now with her arms crossed and face balled up. “You always do that like somebody supposed to know what you thinkin’.” 

“Leave me alone.” 

“Erie, what’s wrong?” Daly asked her in a gentle tone making TJ and Kia roll their eyes.

“The flight was just annoying. I don’t like being around people.” 

“I’m sure people don’t like being around your evil ass either,” TJ said. “I’ma pray for you on Sunday demon.” She held the cross around her neck then pulled out a little bottle and splashed Erie. 

“Don’t put that saltwater on me!” 

“You need Jesus!” 

“TJ, stop,” Kia laughed. “Stay sprinkling people with your lil holy water.” 

“She think cause she got baptized that she still not going to hell,” Erie said, wiping her face. “Newsflash, you eat pussy, that’s a sin!” 

“Yo!” Daly yelled. “I don’t wanna hear that shit. All y’all shut the fuck up!” 

Why did he say that? All hell broke loose. They started shouting obscenities his way and he blew his breath wishing he went alone to begin with. Daly loved his sisters to absolute death, but they were a damn handful. How anybody dated one was beyond him. Man or woman. 

“Wit your big head ass!” TJ mushed him. “Don’t be talkin’ to us like that!” 

“I’m stayin’ with you TJ,” Erie said. They were the two who got along the least, but her sister was the most freeing to be around and let her do anything. Even though she was going on twenty-three, Kia and Daly treated her like a baby.

“Then you better act like you know, I ain’t for the walkin’ around my shit with no attitude! And I don’t clean up after grown muhfuckas.” 

“Why you don’t want your own shit?” Daly asked.

“Because I don’t wanna be alone,” Erie said low. “TJ lays with me when I need her.” 

“I can lay with you,” Daly said.

“You never be home.”

Erie saying that made Daly feel bad. If he wasn’t there often it’s because he couldn’t be and when he wasn’t, they had to take care of each other. They didn’t intentionally make him feel bad about it, they simply were dealt a shitty hand. No mother and their brother couldn’t be around due to the fact that he was the provider. It all affected each of them in different ways. 

“I lay with you too.” 

“Kia, your bed bout as big as this back seat. Then you like to sleep on the floor,” Erie said, and they all started laughing. 

Daly gave his sisters the range to live much more extravagant, but Kia didn’t want to. She liked her open space loft, mattress on the floor, no curtains, plants from wall to windows, three pairs of shoes and garden full of natural foods. TJ wanted to work for her own money, so she started a business. Erie was the only one who happily ran through his pockets like no tomorrow. He was okay with him being their backup plan if they ever needed or wanted it.

“Says the homeless one,” Kia rolled her eyes.

“By choice,” Erie retorted. 

After Daly took his sisters out then dropped them all off, he stopped at his old apartment. His phone was ringing off the hook and the only calls he returned were Lake, Wreck and Roddy. Mansion called him about fifty times. When those went unanswered, the texts started. 

Mansion: I know you with another bitch, since you wanna ignore me for her. Stay there, and don’t call me ever again with your hoe ass! 

Mansion: Bitch ass nigga! You really wanna cheat on me? And I bet she don’t look like shit! 

Mansion: I was fuckin’ somebody else anyway!

Mansion: I’m gettin’ a abortion!

Daly ignored each one. Mansion would say anything to get him to argue with her. At first it was funny, but now, he was a little tired of the constant back and forth. It was childish but that’s what he got for messing with a twenty-one-year-old. 

“What?” he asked, finally answering for her.

“Put your bitch on the phone.” 

“I ain’t wit no bitch.” 

“Right, you a hoe ass liar! Come get me right now.” 

“Fuck no! Go tell the nigga you was fuckin’ to get your crazy ass.” 

“I was just sayin’ that,” Mansion whined. “I love you.”

“Obviously,” Daly responded sarcastically and they both started laughing. “You gotta chill bro.” 

“My anger just get the best of me, you know I would never step out on you.” 

“I’m not comin’ tonight, I got shit to do.” 

“Like what?” 

“Shit.” 

“You lyin’.” 

“When the fuck do I ever have to lie? If I’ma be with another bitch, I would tell you.” 

“See that’s what I’m talkin’ bout, the disrespect! I’m not about to let you play in my face with no ugly ass hoe!” 

“Who ugly, Mansion?” 

“SHADIA!” she screamed, and Daly hollered. His on again off again girlfriend for years grinded Mansion’s gears. “You need to tell that dog face bitch you love me and it’s over.” 

“I told her that.” 

“Then why she still feel comfortable to go around talkin’ about my nigga? Why THE FUCK is she postin’ you on her Instagram?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“You know because you keep givin’ that hoe hope!” 

“Ion give nobody shit,” Daly looked at his phone beeping. “Hold on, I’ma call you right back.” He didn’t wait for a response to click over for his sister. “Yea TJ?” 

“Come get Erie before I fuck her up!” 

“What she do that damn fast?” 

“I comes the fuck in my room and her ass changin’ shit around in MY HOUSE!”

“You got it ugly in here!” he heard Erie yell in the back. “Everything don’t gotta be green!” 

“DALONTE!” TJ shouted. “Come get your sister! NOW! Jesus be a high ass fence for Erieon…” she started her prayer for forgiveness then Daly heard a bunch of ruckus. He hung up on everybody tired of dealing with women for one day. It wasn’t even five o’clock yet. He got all the bags out of his trunk and went inside the apartment building. 

When he put his key in the door Tracy was standing right there with an attitude. Out of all the bitch fits, he was least interested in hers. He didn’t tell his sisters about their mother staying there and that’s why he moved because it would upset them. TJ mostly. She hated Tracy to no ending. 

“The fuck you standing there for waitin’ like you caught me cheatin’ or something?” 

“Because you leave me in this place, alone! I ain’t got no phone, no communication to the outside world—” 

“Man, fuck outta here,” Daly said, closing the door. “You lucky you got this.”

“I want to see my children, Dalonte!” 

“They don’t wanna see you.” 

Daly’s mother was a rehabilitated crackhead and ex-prostitute. He wouldn’t have offered her a place to stay but she was currently pregnant and had the nerve to tell him she wanted to do right for her baby. 

“Well it ain’t they choice, y’all is muthafuckin’ kids to me! I don’t care what we been through! I am your mother!” 

“You ain’t shit, Tracy.” Daly took all the bags in the kitchen. “Here, all the shit you wanted. Fuckin’ prenatal vitamins,” he threw them at her. “I know your ass ain’t do none of this shit with us! You want my sisters to see this shit?” He started pouring all the stuff out. “You got it in you to finally care about one of your kids.” 

“He is y’all little brother,” Tracy said, palming her stomach with tears in her eyes. Her oldest child hated her so she knew it couldn’t have been any better with the other three but not seeing them for so long hurt her heart. When she came to him, he didn’t even care at first. They owed her nothing and as a mother Tracy wished she could take every ounce of pain she caused them back. 

“I almost said fuck him too,” Daly laughed, and Tracy smiled. Her son loved her; she knew this because he could be really cold when he wanted to be. There had been times she’d been on the other end of it. 

“I’m sorry for putting all of this on you, if I had another option, I would’ve chosen it. I know it’s not easy seeing me like this,” Tracy expressed to her son sincerely. 

“Whatever, I’m out, I gotta go break up a fight between your kids.” 

“Can you at least tell them I miss them?” 

“I’ll think about it.” Daly closed the door in her face. He stood with his back against the door feeling the way he did when he was younger. So many times, she would even watch him struggle with his sisters. Tracy would be home while he was trying to figure out a way to provide for them. Here she was pregnant again with another baby and needed her son all over again. Déjà vu.

#OnUs #authornina #Nina

[fktonofwhatnow]

The Rhys/Tamlin 180 in ACOMAF makes me mad! Like there’s wasted potential there, even if Rhys is endgame. The concept of after the happily ever after is actually pretty cool. There’s real potential in looking at how Tamlin and Feyre deal with the trauma of Amarantha. Having two people realized they’re not right together while still respecting each other is a more adult take than “surprise, Tamlin sux now”, and allows for Feyre to actually make real choices and grow. What's your ACOMAF rewrite?

Damn YALL ARE SPOILING ME WITH THE TAMLIN ASKS ☺️☺️ thank youuu for the ask @havenfable

THIS IS AGREAT POINT TOO WAIT WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT ALLOWING FEYRE TO ACTUALLY MAKE REAL DECISIONS !! YOUR BRAIN !! you guys are spectacular eat a cookie you have earned it 

Ok my thoughts are not quite coherent rn so I’ll try to make sense. I’ve tried writing this like 4 times and every time it just doesn’t work so bear with me here thank you I love you ok here we go. 

Ok I’m gonna start by saying that there is something to be said about Feyre as the narrator and her being an “unreliable” narrator of sorts. The story is about her, told from her perspective. I don’t expect her to have objective views of what happens around her. one thing I found interesting was that she said in conversations with people that she knew Tamlin was struggling, but when we would be listening to her internal monologue, when she thought of him it was mostly to blame him for not knowing she was struggling. (or if he did know, he didn't do anything about it) So like, same thing with the whole thing with Rhysand's mom and sister, we don't know what Tamlin thinks or feels about the situation because he doesn't talk about it and Feyre never asks. (But oh DAMN Sarah should not have given me room to speculate.) Like, UTM broke Feyre right, she tells us that much. Why are we not allowed to believe that it destroyed Tamlin too.

Here we are again, just like with Rhysand's family. I don't blame Feyre for literally needing help, and I do blame Tamlin for not helping her, but to a degree. I hated how the whole situation was handled like Tamlin was shit for not trying to help Feyre (even tho he was, just not in the way she needed), but then Feyre literally not lifting a single finger to try to help Tamlin is ok because he's a man and he can just suck it up and take it. ???? No ? That's not how we handle trauma? Like, my homeboy is fighting a losing battle against this shit and he's the one who's gotta fix everything for Feyre?

But like you said, just a tiny little bit of helpful communication would have done wonders. How about a lil, "hey you ok?" ???? LETS TALK ABOUT IT! Let's talk about how we're falling out of love, let's talk about what Tamlin experienced under the mountain, let's talk about what Feyre experienced under the mountain, let's talk about how maybe we were never good for each other and how we move on with our lives from that! POTENTIAL !! LETS HAVE THEM GROW "Surprise! Tamlin sucks now!" bitch how. Literally how. How did this happen. How did we get here. Tell me. I want to know SJm. Stop being a coward and tell me. You know what, I'll do it for you.

Damn this is about to be super duper long I'm so sorry. 

Alrighty guys once again, I love Tamlin with my whole chest, but I do put a hefty chunk of this on him. From what SJm tells us about Tamlin, he is a fearful individual. His responses to fear are either to freeze or to explode. Both extremes hurt people around him. His actions hurt people, and his lack of action hurts people. Also, for as often as he says the word sorry, he doesn't really show any signs of change or improvement. While I understand that yes , changing your behavior is hard, especially if you're not getting help and don't know how, Tamlin still could have tried a little more, pushed just a little harder, and yes, he could have been better.

But Tamlin is scared. He's scared of things outside of his control, he's scared of change, he's scared of people he loves leaving him or getting hurt. I'm willing to bet he's scared of himself, and rightfully so. He lashes out and it only ever hurts people. I can't believe he's blind to it. When he destroys the study, he's clearly afraid he hurt Feyre.

(i think I’m gonna do my acomaf rewrite headcanons in a different post, every time I try to write them here it doesn’t flow oooof lemme know if thats something you want ahahah I could talk about this shit forever) 

And like, being subject to someone else's fear is stifling. I don't blame Feyre for getting the hell out of there.

BUT AT THE SAME TIME, I know I've said this before: in my opinion, Tamlin has the best depiction of trauma in the whole fucking series. PTSD is a bitch and Tamlin is losing to it. The thing I loathed about acomaf/the beginning of Acowar is how Tamlin isn't given help and then treated like an absolute asshole for it. SJm could have done so much if she had Tamlin learn to ask for help. We can't all just have a Rhysand who knows every thought we have. Sometimes we have to ask for help, as much as we don't want to. That would have done wonders for Tamlin's character arc. And I think that he should have leaned heavily on Lucien for that.

Now look, Lucien deserves a lifetime of free chiropractor visits to relieve the soreness from carrying the entire series solely by himself on his own back. If I'm the one to pay for that for him, so be it. I would do anything for this man.

Lucien deserved so much better than to be bulldozed by the narrative. I refuse to believe that he would let Tamlin use him as a doormat. Lucien deserved to tell Tamlin off on his behavior ok. Lucien deserved a fucking backbone that he had all of acotar and then SJm decided that he was the character who got to suffer for the decisions of every other characters so they didn't have to. Stupid. (At this point I wouldn't be surprised if Rhysand's cum from having sky sex with Feyre fell directly on Luciens face. That's how much SJm likes pummelling him)

Lucien deserves to be strong and tough and emotionally available, especially for Tamlin. I don't think he deserves to be abused by his best friend. I've read fics that make Tamlin like this jackass who's not sad at all that Amarantha forced him to whip his best friend. Are you fucking kidding me. I feel like if Tamlin was going to cling like hell to someone through all of the shit before, during and after UTM, it should be lucien. But no SJm needs us to know Tamlin is a bad guy now. He hurts everyone with no remorse!!! What a villain!!! That was a sin.

Acomaf deserved to be two people talking about how maybe this relationship wasn't going to work out. This book deserved to be Tamlin getting up the courage to as Lucien for help. This book deserved to be Lucien always telling Tamlin that he would be there for him and us getting to watch the two of them overcoming their hardships together. This book deserved to be Feyre choosing her own path, choosing her own family, choosing to live her life as she wanted.

But nah. Rhysand's got a fat cock and uhhh y'all need to like it more than y'all like Tamlin's dick. Also Rhysand is a feminsisist. So suck it.

(If this book was really about giving Feyre a choice, SJm would let her make actual decisions that actually impacted herself and the story instead of just having Rhysand give her two extremes with one of them being obviously the right choice and then tell her whatever she wanted to do was her choice. Feminism.)

Did any of that make any sense. Any at all. No? Yeah I didn't think so anyways I've spent like a week on this I'm tired and I wanted to get it out there. Acomaf was a mess but at least it wasn't Acowar hahahahaha

#anti acotar #anti sjm #anti feyre #anti rhysand #anti inner circle #lucien vanserra #tamlin #lucien deserved better #tamlin deserved better #anti tamlins trash character arc

[owlbeanies]

AU In which the beta Trolls cheat In sgrub in order to avoid the jack situation and managed to shoot themselves back in time onto alternia. They get separated into multiple small groups.

Story follows mainly follows karkat and gamzee at first. This is well before murderstuck, and gamzee is useful for all of two seconds before getting horrendous sick from withdrawal. It might not be so bad if they had a reliable way of getting food and other resources(such as an alchemizer) but sadly they've found themselves in the middle of a city pre-second rebellion with not a penny to either of their names.

Karkat is stressed. He is very stressed. He has to find a way to provide for both of them in a matter a nights without also getting caught and dieing. He makes a smart decision to hide his sign, not because he realizes it puts him in danger, no, because he immediately decides the only course of action that makes sense is to turn to a life of crime(petty theft) and he doesn't want his crimes attached to his sign incase he has to sign-off on some legal bullshit later.

Gamzee is dieing. Not really he's okay 60% of the time and does what he can to help, but honestly the boy can't stand for 30 seconds without trying to throw up his guts. Gamzee pretty much serves as a decoy to throw off anyone looking for karkat. He is the least intimidating thing out there, but boy can he play up the "let me call my friends " card, which with his sign is terrifying enough to prevent any mildly inconvenienced person to ask questions.

At some point karkat runs into dualscar. Now he knows of dualscar through eridan, and he's a little freaked out at first but nothing comes of it so whatever. But then he keeps running into him. It might be partially his fault. Drunk people are really easy to rob and all the bars are a short walk from the docks so of course he's probably going to run into a couple of sea dwellers. Besides, he's only ever spoken 2 words to the fucker on accident and he doubts he was even noticed. As long as he keeps his distance he should be fine.

Gamzee’s getting a whole lot worse a whole lot faster, and karkat has pissed off the wrong person. He might have accidentally stolen from and subsequently injured a legislators' quad and now they need to flee town REAL fucking quick. Only problem being they don't have a map, and all the maps in town are the really fucking stupid ones that are far more complicated than they need to be for the sake of- what? Looking nice? Either way none of them are simple road maps and maybe if he had enough time to stare at them he could figure out where to go without getting lost, but time isn't something they have and gamzee knows how to read them quickly, so he packs the clown up and carries him to the map board. Gamzee can't see straight and even the small amount of light from the partially blocked moons manages to feel as if he just stared directly into the sun but boy does he try.

Dualscar meanwhile is sitting across the street in one of those face outdoor restaurant tables watching these two kids scramble to read a map. He downs whatever he's drinking and walks over because what in the fuck are they doing?

Karkat tells him to fuck off and mind his business.

He doesn't.

Gamzee figures out where they need to go and points.

They're offered a ride.

They both adamantly refuse because no absolutely not that is a horrible idea they will not be doing that ever. Then a legislator walks around a street corner in the background and they seriously consider it.

They both end up on the boat one way or the other, and not necessarily because they had a choice. Dualscar writes gamzee off as dead immediately and has him put with the other prisoners on the ship to be forgotten about. He doesnt know what he has and doesn't really care either. Karkat on the other hand is treated decently well. He got stuck doing basic bitch ship work, but hes fine. Any free time he has he spends taking care of gamzee who lost all coherence shortly after being picked up.

When they hit the docks karkat is paid for his time and told to run off now. Karkat is pleasantly surprised and is glad to be back on land, theres just one problem, wheres gamzee? Karkat is basically told "haha yeah no I'm keeping that one" and is no longer pleased. After one of many long winded and empty threats, he's then told the ships leaving in a week and he's free to join them again if he wishes.

Angry and alone karkat stops off into the new city.

He return, rather quickly at that, after spending everything he had on medicine and other essentials. Immediately he's back at Gamzee’s side. The ship sets sail again right on schedule and gamzee finally seems to be improving. It takes a few months for him to figure out how to stand on his own but once he gets it he's as hyperactive as ever to his own detriment. His balance is shot, and he's somehow clumsier than before. He keeps getting himself hurt and even worse than that, he's annoying the guards with his constant rambling. Karkat has on multiple occasions been sent down to shut him up for a few hours.

The second he's able to work, he's put to work and thank fuck that seems to shut him up. Any time they hit land they're both paid but only one of them is allowed to leave at any given time. It's stupid, it's annoying, they both know why it's done, and it's not like there's anything they can do about it. At least they're living better than they were.

Enviably karkat gets hurt. They get hit with a storm and karkat arm get pinch between two bits of metal. The injuries isn't terrible but it did rip off a decent amount of skin. Even in the heavy rain it's not possible to hide. While no one paid him any mind in the chaos once the storm had settled he's well aware of how royally fucked he is. Gamzee for the first time anyone has seen him is pissed. He's hyper aggressive towards anyone in his vicinity. The second karkat could be whisked away he boarded them in one of the sleeping quarters and threatens anyone who tries to open the door. It gets bad enough dualscar has to come in and swat at the both of them for being dumb. Karkats having a panic attack. Lil ol' gamzee who nearly breaks his neck 3 times a weak tripping over his own shoes is squaring up for a fight. There is no fight. No one cares about karkat. Infact they were keenly aware of karkat's blood the second they saw him all that time ago. Why do you think they fought so hard to keep hold of some random wrigglers? That boat is the safest place for them. When dual was asked why he’d help them at all if he knew, he just shrugged and said he owed someone a favor and keeping karkat alive was his way of repaying it.

Shit gets squared away. Sort of. The both of them are still extremely uncomfortable about the whole ordeal for months but not a thing comes out of it. Nothing bad at least. The two find themselves getting more comfortable on the ship. They start seeing the rest if the crew as friends and grow tight bonds with a lot of them.

Karkat, now freed from the constant nagging fear of getting found out, ends up far more bold than he otherwise would be. The rule stating only one is allowed to leave at a time is still there, but pushing his luck is his new favorite pass time.

Gamzee sustained numerous injuries from his sickness. Even sweeps later he still hasn't fully recovered. It's not obvious. He functions just fine on his own but one night he'd been out walking the town on his own and he ran across a group of subjugs. He's younger and smaller than the lot of them, not to mention a stranger, but they still invited him out for drinks and gossip. He goes, and hours later he returns safely, tipsy and a little high off whatever they were smoking, but safe. Dual take him out back to yell at him almost as soon as he returns. He's confused. He's gone drinking on his own before, and he's been out with karkat numerous times more, and never has he been screamed at for it. He takes offense. The only difference he can see is them being purple. They're family, his family, but that doesn't mean he'd run off with them. He'd never leave karkat behind, not ever would he dream of abandoning him. But that wasn't the problem. He put karkat in danger. He put the crew in danger. Is he really so deadpanned that he didn't think partying with the grand highblood and crew was a bad idea? Now Gamzee’s lost. When did he run into his ancestors? No one introduced themselves as such. He hadn't seen them. Didn't really see anyone actually, especially not the person wearing the same sign as him, embroidered fancily across their chest and down their arms.

Hes blind. For all he fought that label, stating he still saw shapes and colors, for the first time he had to admit it to someone. He begged him not to tell karkat. The last thing he wanted was to worry him. He was told he needed to, at some point, preferably soon, tell him himself. He left the conversation with a new rule placed on him for the time being. He's not allowed off the ship alone anymore.

#homestuck #gamzee makara #karkat vantas #fic idea #can you tell i reallly like blind gamzee aus? #I will never actually write this #Although i do have quite a bit more planed #does this count as a pirate AU? #this idea is up for adoption #i have too many wips to even attempt this one #Homestuck AU #gamkar

[thebluester2022]

Live Another Life [Chapter 2 out of ???]

Note: I swear by the next two chapters, we'll actually be in the world of Teyvat T0T. I just like making sure history/plot is established before anything else!

Synopsis: A reader in the world of Teyvat! Mouthing off to Archons and Harbingers alike as they try to find their footing and purpose within' this new world of theirs! Surely, these new lands won't be too difficult for them...right?

Warning(s): Non-Canon to the current story of GI, Changed Events/Stories to better fit the personality of the reader, Angst, Explicit Gore, GN! Reader and mentions of death! (Possibly more warnings to come as this goes on?)

And per usual, critique and comments? Likes and reblogs? All is appreciated!

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As you closed the door behind you, you took a deep refreshing breath.

Well, as refreshing as it could be in a world that looked damn near-apocalyptic. Whether it was the flames reaching high into the sky in the distant city, their flames and fumes turning the once blue and clear sky into a blood-red where the weather forecast would sometimes predict black rain.

Or the scent of burning houses and gasoline that was close to starting an explosion.

Choking and nauseating, to the point where your eyes watered and the inside of your throat itched before it made you go into a coughing fit.

Luckily, as you looked down the street, past the flaming cars and their forsaken wheels along with the sight of deceased bird corpses littering the streets here and there, you had let out a sigh of relief at seeing your neighbor's house still in one piece.

But, of course,

You wished to get a few things out of the way before you visited her.

'The least they deserve is to escape their homes.' You thought to yourself as you walked over to a broken but thankfully intact home.

One of your neighbors had been a dog breeder. Though you didn't want to put too fine a point on it, the man was a bitch! His only redeeming quality was the fact that he loved and cherished his dogs and other animals like family, having few moments here and there where he would ask you to babysit them all for a good price when he was away on vacation.

Unfortunately, however?

Your neighbor was the first to pass as soon as all law was rendered pointless thanks to Earth about to become past-tense in a matter of two days.

"Damn it." You cursed upon reaching his front door.

Locked.

But...seeing as the cowardly bastards who killed him managed to get him within his home? There had to be another way in.

'If I were a dastardly murderer, where would I go in...?' You thought, your knife gripped tightly within' your hand as you looked over the two-story home.

A gasp of relief left you as you spotted a knocked-over latter on the other side of the house, a broken window right above the latter before you began to prop the thing back up.

After a minute of summoning your courage and putting the back of the knife between your teeth, you started your climb. The smell of oil and the, unfortunately, familiar scent of death growing stronger and stronger as you grew nearer to the window.

And once you reached the top?

You saw the reason why.

Strung up from his own ceiling via a rope, blood dripping from his toothless mouth and his seemingly clawed-out eyes. His cut body revealing bone and muscle in some places while his stomach was sliced open to leave his intestines to pool beneath his dangling feet, you couldn't hold back the tears that started to brim your eyes as you sucked in a breath and continued to climb through the window.

In just a week, you had seen the worst of humanity.

Exactly what they were capable of doing when people practically said "Fuck law and order" and did whatever they wanted to do.

Innocent people died.

Families torn and separated.

At the beginning of things? You wished you were capable of doing something in order to help save Earth, even if it meant having to give yourself up!

Now?

You felt conflicted, if not totally numb to the fate of Earth.

After all, what was Earth truly losing by humanity being wiped off the face of this planet?

For as you walked past your dead neighbor and quickly opened the door to his hallway, the sounds of barking and the squeaking of puppies coming from the end of the hallway, you couldn't help but shrug mentally.

Nothing.

Earth would be losing nothing if not gaining something.

Then again, that was an easily debatable topic.

"Poor babies..." You murmured as you cracked open the door to where the dogs stayed in.

Terrified with their tails between their legs, eyes wide, and bodies shaking like a leaf trying to withstand the bitterness of a blizzard.

However, as you set the knife aside on a dresser, the dogs slowly but surely began to come up to you. First came the puppies, thankfully still having a little weight to them before the skinnier adults came next, the feeling of their noses sniffing at you making you crack a smile.

But, you didn't have time to stick around and pet the animals, unfortunately.

You were going to die.

But you weren't dying without a taste of that old woman's cookies beforehand!

You let out a sigh as you got up and grabbed your knife, pushing the door open wider before you stepped aside and urged the dogs out. "C'mon now, c'mon." You said to them all encouragingly.

One by one, some of the dogs staying back to nuzzle and encourage their pups to follow the pack before they were off trotting after the others. Your brow rose a little as you spotted a puppy sitting next to you as if it didn't have a single clue what to do.

"Well? Go on now, I can't do anything to help y'all besides opening the next door." You grumbled as you tried to urge the puppy to follow its family with a gentle nudge of your foot.

It buckled a little but quickly regained its posture and sat right back down beside you, its tail wagging like the naive little thing it was as it looked up to you.

Your neighbor was experienced with raising Irish Wolfhounds, and from your experience? They were all so intelligent to the point it was scary!

This one?

To you, it was the odd one out.

You rolled your eyes at the puppy as you began walking after the dogs, a quick glance behind you showing that the puppy was still following after you with its tail still wagging merrily.

"You're lucky you're cute." You said.

"Best hope that cuteness of yours helps you keep up with me for as long as we've got left Lil' guy." You continued before you walked downstairs, the sight of all the dogs pooling up near the front door making you shake your head with an empty chuckle.

A walk, you already knew that's what they were expecting, that or to be fed.

Unfortunately...neither or would be happening.

"Go on then." You said as you opened the door.

One by one, with excited and loud barks that made you temporarily go back to the times when the Earth wasn't in such hot water, the dogs had left.

Yet, just before you could take a step out yourself to resume your small mission to go to the old woman's house, your body jumped a little at the sound of high-pitched barking from upstairs.

"Oh come on- Really?! You can't get down on your own!?" You called up to the puppy.

It sat down expectantly.

Running a hand over your face, you groaned as you turned back to retrieve the dog. "You've got to kidding me Lil' Man..."

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Link to Chapter 1: https://thebluester2022.tumblr.com/post/658744374709075968/live-another-life-chapter-1-out-of

Link to Chapter 3:

https://thebluester2022.tumblr.com/post/658898335005130752/live-another-life-chapter-3-out-of

#genshin zhongli #genshin diluc #genshin kaeya #genshin tartagalia #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin xiao #genshin xingqiu #writing #creative writing #writerblr #writerscommunity #female writers #genshin fandom #genshin fanfic #genshin fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

[heroofpenamstan]

—OC PROFILES: JOANNE & MICHAEL

tagged by the lovelies: @shallow-gravy​, @shellibisshe​, @belorage​, @honeysides​, @strafethesesinners​, @faithchel​, @blissfulalchemist​! thank you, dears! x since i’m tragically late to the party as per usual, not going to be tagging anyone since i assume most of my mutuals have done it, but if you want to go right ahead and tag me too so i can see! :”)) also, fair warning: 80% of the questions i answered at ungodly hours overmedicated on paracetamol and it shows because re-reading this in the morning was a Yikes

GENERAL

name: joanne burton alias(es): jo, annie ( mike exclusive ), burton, dep, jr. deputy, rook, traitor, sinner, wrath/pain in the ass ( john exclusive ), rabbit ( jacob exclusive ), heinous fucking bitch—( also john exclusive ), black widow ( new dawn au ) gender: cis. female age: 29 birth: 30th october, 1988 place of birth: meridian, idaho spoken languages: english; may or may not recite some hebrew lines over the holidays sexual preference: bisexual occupation(s): junior deputy of hope county, montana/menace to all cultists everywhere ( in a certain radius of said hope county, montana, anyway )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: brown hair colour: black height: 157cm ( 5′2 ), or approximately 7′11 when balancing on michael’s shoulders to peer inside john’s windows scars: split right eyebrow ( thanks, jake ), minor cuts and incorrectly healed bruises and gashes, scarred bullet wound on left hip ( you’re welcome, jake )

FAVOURITE

colour: orange or yellow or cyan, or whatever is more stupidly eye-catching and not at all fit for her current environment song: i’ve been thinking by handsome boy modeling school food: various stir-fries, fruits and protein ( or anything that she claims to be “healthy” when, truly, bitch is one step away from living off of instant noodles and canned pineapple and cigarette buds from dutch’s stash ) drink: beerherbal teas and infusions

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, but passing the police academy was already a pleasant enough surprise for her had sex: today? no. two weeks ago? probably had sex in public: probably said two weeks ago gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes, but we don’t talk about it kissed a boy: yes ( derogatory ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate ) gotten tattoos: yes, loads: most were practice scribbles for her ex-girlfriend, and the only true meaningful one she possesses is lydia, scrawled into her pinky in remembrance. otherwise, john seed do not even engage with that rusty ass tattoo gun— gotten piercings: yes, loads multiplied; if there’s a place for a piercing in her ears, she has them. also, an old septum piercing she hasn’t worn in a hot second been in love: yes, loads squared ( girl rents out her heart on the weekdays and cries about the scratches she notices on saturday, but still repeats it all over again come monday; falling in love for her is easy, but actually loving someone and getting over her self-loathing to do so is a whole different ball game ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: she’s probably on hour 31 as we speak ( someone knock her out pls )

ARE THEY

a virgin: whitehorse has heard enough horror stories in the break room between her and joey to last him a lifetime a cuddler: closeted cuddler, yes a kisser: most definitely; woman has to play up her natural assets scared easily: her response time is too lagged for that jealous easily: depends; she’s more jealous of what she should have/could have/would have had in a general sense than being jealous of a particular person or a thing trustworthy: in her own way, yes dominant: disgustingly so submissive: not in this lifetime in love: very much so single: very much so part 2

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: yes, but it’s more by means of unintentional yet severe substance abuse thought of suicide: not as often as one would assume; joanne has a very strong sense of self-preservation, but tends to run from her bleak reality by means of one harmful way or the other attempted suicide: once or twice during her lowest points in life wanted to kill someone: on the daily have/had a job: girl had juggled three part-time jobs; there is nothing she fears anymore have any fears: ( see above ) to fall back into old bad habits, loss of control, death, failure, a bad future, poverty, being abandoned and forgotten, long stays at a hospital, the judges, the bliss, the power of john’s hair gel

FAMILY

sibling(s): micah burton ( older brother ) parent(s): abigail burton née belman ( mother ); jim burton ( father ) children: asher seed ( daughter in new dawn au ) significant other: jacob seed ( circumstantial lover/”could do without” mentor/#prisonwife #prisonhusband #imkidding #kinda ) pets: boomer for the cuddles, cheesecake for the throttles ( bitch naturally attracts the judges but will forget her dog 101 and run away like what does she think will happen then?? )

GENERAL

name: michael scott-hughes alias(es): mike, mikey, mickey ( mary may exlusive ), mike the bike/fall’s end’s bicycle, resistance’s poster boy, manwhore, cassanova, the archangel ( joseph exclusive ), the antichrist ( also joseph exclusive ), war dog, hughes boy ( fairgrave exclusive ) gender: cis. male age: 30 birth: 6th july, 1988 place of birth: fall’s end, montana spoken languages: english, russian, basic chinese mandarin and turkish sexual preference: pansexual occupation(s): residential shady, shady man ( international arm’s dealer, most recently demoted to local resistance leader and occasional general goods store co-owner )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: green hair colour: brown height: 181cm ( 5′11 ), and 6ft on tinder jkjk man’s confident enough to not grasp for that extra inch, unlike someone ( john ) scars: heavily burnt left hand ( from trying to fish out his ex girlfriend’s boiling corpse r.i.p. to that steaming puss— ), gash on his right temple, nicely healed gun wound on left shoulder, not so nicely healed amputated right hand ( man’s not having the best time in my canon, is he ), various incorrectly healed cuts and bruises

FAVOURITE

colour: green and rustics song: wild world by yusuf/cat stevens food: unlike the faker above, michael actually likes to cook and eat healthy meals, so anything from salads to veggies to oatmeal to soups will do ( and meat; man’s been a vegetarian for a grand total of 4 days in his entire life ( or 14, if you count the time he got abducted to john’s bunker womp )) drink: sugary drinkswhiskey, fresh juices, “water can be so, so sexy, annie—”

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, though michael really busted his ass to self-educate on subjects that will be beneficial to his line of work had sex: we stopped keeping tabs and numbers nearly ten years ago had sex in public: we stopped blinking at these types of shenanigans nearly ten years ago too gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes? no? maybe? ( mike’s too afraid to even think about it, but hopes he hasn’t fathered any babies any time soon ) kissed a boy: yes ( affectionate ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate² ) gotten tattoos: yes: the sword of damocles on his left inner forearm, intertwined snakes running across his right ribs, a tiny smiley face on his ass lord save him gotten piercings: yes, and everyone hated his attempt to revive the 90s with his lil earring like c’mon you already have a reputation of being a sleaze— been in love: yes, but surprisingly not as many times as one may think ( truthfully, three times: mary may, lana, joanne mary may again ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: sometimes it just cannot be helped

ARE THEY

a virgin: maybe in a past life as an amoeba a cuddler: yes ( try to escape his hold during a summer night i’ll give you 5 bucks if you can break the deadlock ) a kisser: he just exists to smooch at this point scared easily: truthfully, he’s quite desensitized as is, so it’s really hard to truly rock him jealous easily: no; though he might get a bit petty and bitter if someone mentions merle and mary may becuase, like, c’mon, mary—merle briggs? trustworthy: one of his better traits, but past events have shown that boy tends to lose some of his morals for love dominant: yes submissive: yes part 2 man will accommodate and switch it up in love: often single: loosely, often

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: michael has bad mental health trips stemming from having a lot of insecurities as a child; these may evolve into bad habits and pure recklessness on his part to prove his worth thought of suicide: these thoughts don’t come often, but when they do, it’s harder for him than most to shake them off and recover attempted suicide: once, during the boiling pit incident wanted to kill someone: yes, but it comes more from need than want usually have/had a job: yes, though no retail until he was 30 and stuck providing hope county with slugs and bullets have any fears: loneliness, rejection, abandonment, repercussions and consequences, not being good enough, powerlessness, loss, the angel pit, the process of dying

FAMILY

sibling(s): none, but: jackson hughes ( uncle ) parent(s): jessica hughes née scott ( mother ), david hughes ( father ) girl i have his whole family tree drawn up like you wouldn’t believe children: andrew hughes ( son in new dawn au and maybe canon ) significant other: mary may fairgrave ( childhood sweetheart/awkward ex/once in a rare cosmic event fuck buddy/volatile lovers ) pets: peaches loves him she doesn’t; she just wants to chew on his hair

#tag game #deputy joanne burton #michael s. hughes #oc: get to know jo #oc: build a bicycle #my stuff #far cry 5 oc

[hannie-dul-set]

who in nct 127 would agree to platonically kiss you

i see you're back, you weirdo. finished with seventeen, now let's move on to nct 127!! i would do all of them but 21 members is a bit too much for my dried up sea sponge imitation of a brain, don't you think? anyways, let's get this show on the road!!

dream ver. / seventeen ver.

taeil: listen here, man is already used to hyuck constantly trying to get a bite of his face, do you think asking for a kiss will phase him? he'd give you a nonchalant sure and get on with it. hurry. chop chop. being a wanted man is tiring make it quick. downside is it will turn into his way of greeting you when you see him again. he will not let you live it down | rating: 8/10 because "hey y/n no kiss today?" "oh why are you pouting, want a kiss?" and you're like STOP. PLEASE. but does he stop? no.

johnny: "try your best lol" yeah he wouldn't mind. yeah he'd let you kiss him. that is if you could actually reach him lmao. it will turn into a game with you constantly trying to jump/climb/chop off his legs just so you can kiss him, but johnny is unbeatable even if you're taller/as tall as him. if you're persistent enough he'd eventually give in. he'd stop and actually let you get near him, that shit eating grin on his face but then SIKE. bitch you thought | rating: 3/10 because it's good exercise.

taeyong: lmao this one's another fun game. he'd say yes sure ofc but he's nervous poor baby. and you were about to give him a lil smooch but all of a sudden— fight or flight instincts: activated. OOPS i didn't mean to swerve away haha my body moved on it's own sorry let me try that again. OOPS shit are you okay?? omg i didn't mean to push you off the couch and into the coffee table and injure your back i'm sowwy huhu ; - ; | rating: 2/10 all you wanted was to test if your new lipstick was gonna smudge but what you got was a fresh purple bruise.

yuta: ask and you shall receive. actually even if you don't ask, you'll still receive because if you're friends with him, there's a ninety-nine percent chance that you've already made out with him before. drunk or sober doesn't matter. no words needed, just give him a look and he'll be like "that's my cue" and within seconds his tongue is all over yours like a maniac | rating : 10/10 psh this is all in a days job for yuta.

doyoung: he'll think your crazy (you are crazy) absolutely mad. a brute. he isn't dealing with your bullshit, who do you think he is? you think you're hot shit huh? think you can just get a kiss from him if you ask? god the disrespect. try sending him 18th century-esque love letters, first. balcony serenade him. stare at him longingly across the palace ballroom. send him a fresh rose every single day at his doorstep then maybe by then he'll let you hold his hand | rating: 6/10 the effort is worth it, i promise.

jaehyun: to everyone who still has the fratboy persona pinned on jaehyun, you're wrong shut the fuck up. you'd casually ask him if you can kiss in this picture perfect, out of a movie scene scenario for your story or whatever the fuck and he's down for it. absolutely down. haha his nerves aren't going crazy at all. he acts so confident and carefree and you actually think he's chill with it and you're like cool let's smooch. but on the inside he's like what??? is this??? oh my fuckindhshhdj | rating: 8/10 jaehyun is a good kisser and just as good at falling in love easily oops.

winwin: you're gonna die. you've signed up for death. he is going to throw you into the 5th circle of hell. did i mention that you're gonna die? also did you forget how strong sicheng is? my god what a mistake you have done. he won't even say anything throughout. if you even get a CENTIMETER closer into his safe zone, he will destroy you. he will make you perish. you will regret this please reconsider | rating: 0/10 you're a dumbass for even trying. my god what is wrong with you.

jungwoo: oh? you want to kiss him? you really want to? congrats! because he wants to too!! the only problem is he's gonna take this as permission to never stop kissing you. you're eating cereal? oh! a kiss for you uwu. you just happened to pass by him? surprise smooch! you've just subscribed to jungwoo's eternal scmooching services. sorry, there is no cancellation. thank you | rating: 9/10 minus one point because you're like jungwoo stop i think this is enough and he's like no ❤

mark: oh my god you're gonna break him. he's gonna start foaming at the mouth, eyes twitching, and steam is gonna escape from his ears. oh that's what you're trying to do? okay then (you monster). the moment you ask him he is gonna break and he won't have the receptors to even say yes or no my god. why would you want this | rating: 1/10 are you a sadist? do you like seeing others in pain? because if that's the case then 10/10.

donghyuck: "you want to kiss me? are you in love with me or something? damn you're in love with me aren't you haha guys y/n is in love with me can you believe that" we all know how much of a little shit he is. but in actuality he's too much of a loser to actually pull through it. he'd be like yeah psh a kiss? that's all you want? WEAK (you're the weak one, hyuck) will start burning up once you actually do, and all that happens is your lips slightly grazing against one other and he'd be like "CUT. END SCENE. THANK YOU" | rating: 5/10 that wasn't even a kiss rip.

#god someone stop me these are way too much fun to make HAHAHAH #jdjsjsjs my brain is now friend i hope you enjoy <333 #nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct crack #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 crack #taeil #johnny #taeyong #yuta #doyoung #jaehyun #winwin #jungwoo #mark #haechan